The Alpha-Christ

Foreword

This is my Easter themed cap that goes deep into some religious metaphors. Normally I avoid these kind of stories because I am not well-versed in religious text and I sometimes worry about perverting something special to so many with my own perversions. But I was inspired by a series of images and some ideas about power and perspective and came up with something that I'm excited to share. Hope you can all enjoy this as a fantasy and artistic endeavor more than a religious commentary.

P.S. If you prefer captions, you can find the a capped version on my Twitter: https://twitter.com/EternalsTg/status/1378904801170186242

The Alpha-Christ

“I’m here. What do you want, Christian?” Marion asked warily. It had been almost a year since he had last seen his high school bully and just standing on his doorstep brought back memories of Christian walking over him like a doormat. The redheaded 18 year old was already regretting his agreement to meet up again - he never could say no to the taller, bearded boy. But he sensed a hint of reconciliation in the older boy’s tone and so Marion held hope that it would be worth it.

“Hey Mary, thanks for coming,” Christian said, motioning for the younger man to enter. Marion decided to ignore the old nickname he hated and stepped inside as the other boy continued to speak. “I wanted to take the time to apologize. Ever since your brothers came to see me I realized that I need to make some changes. It took some time, but I think it’s time to show you the rebirth, as it were.”

Marion began to breathe a bit easier after hearing his words. It seemed like Roman and Jude had finally gotten through to him. He had asked his older brothers for help to try and set Christian straight when his torture continued even after he left for college. He didn’t know if the pair had strung him up and nailed him down until the message had been banged into his bloody head, but some miracle seemed to have occurred. Or at least, maybe the physical changes make me assume that there were some mental ones as well, he thought to himself. While Christian used to rock a buzzcut and muscle shirts, now he had long brown hair, a beard, and a flowing white tunic. Marion couldn’t help but stare at him as he continued to speak.

“After your brothers crossed me, emaciated me, and tried to bury me in the dirt, it got me thinking,” Christian mused, grabbing Marion by the shoulder and walking him towards a door in the back. “I thought to myself, ‘This must be what Mary feels like all the time…’ So helpless, soft, and weak. Never getting to experience the pleasures of life like a beautiful woman. As I resuscitated myself, I vowed to ensure that neither of us would ever feel alone like that again.”

Was that a hint of compassion? Marion wondered. But there was also a touch of something else in Christian’s tone. A sense of power...and pride. Before he could give further consideration to Christian’s state, they reached the door. Initially he had thought it was closed, but on further inspection it was wide open...and what was inside shocked him.

Standing in the room, facing away from the door, were a pair of divine babes. They had beautiful, luxurious flaxen locks that cascaded over their shoulders like fine angel hair. Appropriately, their tanned and toned bodies were squeezed into exquisite lingerie with a pair of feather wings to match their feathery follicles. Marion’s jaw dropped even further as he admired their amazing asses, so full and on display. It was like a religious experience seeing those rumps and he wanted nothing more than a chance to climb inside them and worship at the altar of their divine womanhood. 

“So what do you think? Pretty amazing, right?” Christian said, a wide smile on his face. “This is Angel and Bunny, the symbols of my ascension into the new me. Now you will never be alone - so go on! Explore your future!”

Unsure of how to react, Marion got over his doubts and wandered up behind the babes. The pair didn’t react to his advances other than to seemingly shiver in anticipation. “May I touch you...down there?” he asked shyly, wanting to make sure that this wasn’t some sort of trap or betrayal awaiting him. Both beauties nodded their heads eagerly, their soft hair bouncing just above those juicy backsides.

That was all the consent he needed. Marion reached out to fondle their asses, imagining how tight their feminine holes must be. But as he got there, he became aware of a miracle beyond his imagination. Their backdoor caves were loose and wide open while further down he could feel a rock-hard sac where vagninal lips should have started. Shocked, he jerked his hand away, and turned to Christian with a look of confusion and fear on his face.

The bully’s eyes had an opposite tone - they were dancing with delight and a hint of fanaticism. “Turn around, Angel and Bunny.” The pair steps away, pirouetting expertly on their high heels, before turning to face their fondler. Marion’s wonder and fear increased exponentially as he saw their soft faces, a slight lump in their lingerie, and their brightly colored eyes with a strangely dull, clouded look to them.

“Aren’t they perfect? After they left me for dead and I resurrected myself thanks to my peak physical and spiritual strength, I realized that I was more than a mere mortal. I was a god among men - the Alpha-Christ!” Christian cackled, growing more crazed and excited by the second. “With the help of those hypnotic contact lenses I forced another nerd into building, I created a pair of devout followers. It may not be water into wine, but turning your brothers into these beautiful bimbos is a sign of the miracle of a man that I am!”

“Jesus Christ!” Marion screamed, his focus furiously darting back and forth between the glassy orbs of the two babes and wild, wide eyes of the bully before him.

“Yes?” came the response, laughing at his little self-referential joke. “I am the modern-day miracle worker! I turned those man-shaped eggs into Easter bunnies and  made them my dick-sucking disciples who will follow my every word. But I am still missing something...I need my Mary.”

“You’re crazy!” Marion yelled, realizing that Christian had thought he had become Jesus. “This is blasphemy at best and amorality at worse! What happened to not worshiping false idols, love thy neighbor, and feeding the hungry? Kindness and compassion? That’s what Jesus and a normal Christian would practice.”

“Oh, but I’ve already practiced that with your brothers,” the zealot said with a sinister smile. “I’ve kindly let them move in next door to me and experience the passion of this Christian.  I’ve made love to my new neighbors, fed them my dick on the daily, and made them realize their false idolization of their manhood in favor of serving a new lord!”

Marion tried to escape as the religious nutjob slowly advanced toward him. Desperately he tried to open the door, but he was locked in this apartment like a man trapped in a tomb. Christian roared with the laughter of a lunatic, his arms thrown around Angel and Bunny as they stared at their brother with mindless smiles. “But to complete the story, I need a Mary to find me resurrected. I need my loving whore by my side to spread the word of my might and power. I need you to bow before your new Lord and savior.”

The realization of what Christian had done and what he wanted sunk into his head like a thorny, horny crown. Marion felt weak in the knees and fell to the floor. For once in his life he wanted to fight, but he worried what would happen to his brothers if he resisted. Silently, he closed his eyes and prayed, hoping for some sign of what to do. Images of his bimbofied brothers, Christian’s thick dick, and the possibility of being transformed into a Easter-inspired fuck bunny flashed through his mind. The only sign he received was a stiffening in his pants and when he opened his eyes, all Marion could see was a halo of light around his bully’s head as he stared up at him from the floor. Slowly he advanced, the man’s feet serving as the altar where he would worship, ready to take his first cummunion and taste the body and cum of Christian.

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Three months later on Easter Sunday, a trio of babes gathered in that same bedroom. They were dressed as sexy bunnies, a sign of how little their Lord cared about sacrilege when it suited his sexual desires. Angel and Bunny stood mindlessly at attention, either used to the constant orgies or more likely because the contact lenses kept them blissfully unaware and obedient as any zealot. 

Beside them, Mary was more animated and nervous, brushing her blonde hair with a velvet glove. She had always hated being teased for her red hair by her bully, but somehow this was worse. Her Lord had insisted on the bleach blonde dye job to match her sisters and his own obsessions - she thought it made her look more like Monroe than Magdalene. But her Lord’s adherence to religious rules and his own Biblical metaphors could bend and break as quickly as she was broken by him.

In fact, the only commandment that seemed sacred to him was that Mary was fully aware that he was her Lord. It’s why he never used those contact lens, forcing Marion to watch as his brothers made him their disciple in learning makeup, body contouring, and sexual service. Once he had completely become Mary, her Lord controlled her schedule as he whored her out to different clients like his religion professor, a local priest, and even his father. Mary hated every moment and how she still could never resist this alpha deity when he demanded that she pleasure him with her sisters.

So that’s where they were, in the bedroom in front of a camera, ready to fuck like rabbits and sing a high-pitched gospel about the greatness of their Lord. How he was their Savior from the hell of being men and granted them salvation by letting them spend an eternity as heavenly bimbos worshiping his manhood. Mary would hate every moment, especially the last scene where she would look at the camera and ‘spread the word’ about the greatness of her Lord and the benefits of being reborn as a bimbo sissy slut. She was spreading the word and creating converts out of her friends and family, or at least showing them all that you should never cross Christian.