Sunrise. Rays of light pour through the stained glass, casting a rainbow of colors across the wooden pews. Dew drops speckle in the garden full of vegetables and herbs waiting to be picked. The Cockatrice rooster crows fill the crisp air. Another day at the Temple of Eros is about to begin. 

In her room, the Priestess Rosen Mary tries to ignore the calls of the waking world. Wrapped tightly in her thick woolen blankets, a pocket of entrancing warmth in a cold, unforgiving world. 

"Priestess." 

Rosen didn't hear Plip come in. His halfling feet may be large for one so short but they are quiet beyond reason. Rosen often wondered if Plip was a thief or rogue in a past life. But it seems all Half Folk are just like this. 

"Priestess, it is time for the morning rituals."

Rosen pretended not to hear, feigning a deep sleep. 

"Must I fetch a bucket again?"

The blankets were tossed aside with an over dramatic flair. Rosen quickly forced herself up, causing her long dark red hair to fly in front of her tan face, as to avoid the bucket.

"Fine." She half yawned. "Prepare the water for me. I'll be there shortly."

Plip left as silently as he came. There are ghosts who make more noise on the move. Rosen reluctantly left her bed and stretched. Her slender arms raised above her head, clothed in black silken gloves that reached her shoulder, pushing out her bountiful chest, clothed in nothing. She raised her right leg upwards until she felt the silken stockings on her feet across her cheek. Then did the same with the other. She brushed her long dark red curly hair which flowed down her back until it would behave. A low growl came from her slight, rounded belly. 

"Patience. I'll get to you in time."

Rosen rubbed her belly as if calming a wild beast. Then she felt a tuft of hair. She lowered her hand to her womanhood, finding her red bush had become rather overgrown.

"Plip!" She called out. "Prepare the hair cream as well!"

Outside the rest of the local clergy prepared for the morning rituals. They stand in the grass wearing knee length loincloths and little else. The gentle breeze of a cool Autumn morning caressing their bare skin. Rosen joined them shortly dressed much the same. The freezing cold made her nipples hard, their light pink color contrasting with her well tanned skin. The string holding the loincloth up, giving the barest bit of modesty, hugging her defined thighs and toned, solid ass. Only her belly held the smallest amount of undesirable fat, though Rosen did not mind this much. Winter was around the corner and she would lose her hard earned tan and gain some winter weight. This was the process every year. So for now she would make the most of what exercise and sun she could. 

The other Clergy members lined up in a row. It was time for the morning Admirations. In reality this was more of an inspection, but the Church thought that word to be too harsh. The goal is not to demand change to conform to any standard, not even their own. Rather it is to make sure each member is healthy, witness their changes both good and bad, and gently nudge them in the direction the Priest or Priestess believes is in the member's best interest. It was also an opportunity for them to see their members bodies on full display, which is always a great way to start each morning. 

Rosen walked down the line. She liked them to line up by height. First was Plip the Altar Boy. While for most other religions this position would be for a young boy, the Church of Eros has rules about how old one can be in order to join. As such they usually employ races of smaller stature to do much the same job. Plip, as a Halfling, was perfect for this. Standing barely at the waist of Rosen, a height difference she quite liked. He was perhaps the most valuable member of their Clergy, certainly the most studious and reliable. In some ways he was more in charge than Rosen is. Plip had short brown hair and bright blue eyes, such colors being quite common for his race. His face and body looked boyish and one would be understood to mistake him for a child if this was all one looked at. But he has large, hairy feet and hands. As well as a large, hairy cock to match. Certainly not to scale. Supposedly he is considered merely average for his race. Rosen has been wanting to make a pilgrimage to a Halfling village for some time to find out, if only they were not so far away. 

Next were the Altar Girls. Sugar is a Rabbit Kin, a half rabbit half human, emphasis on the Rabbit. Her short white fur covered every inch of her petite little body. In truth she was actually shorter than Plip, but her ears sticking high above technically made her a tad taller. Besides, she was always rather nervous about being first. Rabbit Kin are a naturally skittish bunch and Sugar was no exception. Rosen Admired her legs, making sure to check the inner thigh. There was a drizzle of clear liquid and the intoxicating smell of desire. Poor thing is in near constant heat. Rosen will have to make sure she gets extra attention today. 

Then we had Joizz, a Goblin girl. Reaching Rosen's stomach she was a bit taller but was also much heavier than the other Altar Clergy. Most of that extra weight is in her chest. Despite being much smaller than Rosen she was a couple cup sizes larger, and was more than willing to show it. Most wondered how she didn't break her back lugging those things around but I suppose Goblins are just made of sterner stuff. She yawned, having little interest in the Clergy and its activities. In truth she came here for the free room and board. Rosen would protest, but patronage went up after her joining so there is little harm letting her stay. 

After that was Blush. A Kobold, reaching up to Rosen's chest, and clad in a cloak. 

"Now Blush," Rosen spoke softly. "We've talked about this. You need to dress the same as us during the Admirations."

"But, I don't want you to see…"

"We have all seen. And we all think nothing less of you for it. So please, be proud of yourself."

Somewhat reluctantly, Blush removes her cloak. Revealing her slender, scaled body, small horns and flexible tail which just touched the floor. Her chest was small, even by Kobold standards, though her rump was quite large and soft. Her hands and feet were long and clawed. None of this was shameful to Blush. In fact if not for one problem she would have been seen as one of the most beautiful of her kind. But she was born with a rare defect, her scales were pink. A bright, vibrant pink only rivaled by the most perfect of tulips. Color is extremely important to Reptile kin, and such a color is seen as shameful. But here, we have no such bias. Rosen put her hand to Blush's face and held it up high. 

"There we go. Our own Blushing Lily saying high to the world."

Blush lived up to her namesake, and Rosen moved on. 

Now was Theratreen Gracewood, or simply Thera. She was the only one permitted to wear extra clothing for this session, not that she had much choice. Around her thin neck was an iron collar with a metal chain dangling to her knees. Thera was a Drow, and a criminal at that. For a number of crimes for which she was deemed guilty, Thera had but three choices. Military service at the frontline of some conflict or another, forced religious service, or execution. Thera chose the Clergy, though only the Eros Church would take her. Rosen was not thrilled to find Thera was assigned to her abode. Rosen didn't trust Thera, or really like her much if at all, and Thera felt the same in kind. But Rosen found some excellent use of her. 

Thera refused to look at Rosen, staring down at her nails as if the most interesting things to see. Rosen grabbed hold of the chain around Thera's neck and pulled. Thera did not struggle, she knew better than that, and allowed herself to be pulled close to Rosen's body. Her pitch black skin met Tan, her modest breasts being weighed down by those of a larger size, her flat stomach pressed against one with a little more pudge. She was made to look up, her bright green eyes forced to stare upwards into Rosen's Hazel eyes, the top of her silvery shoulder length hair just reaching Rosen's chin. 

"It's your turn for Confessional Service today. Do your job right and without complaint, and I'll make sure you are rewarded."

Thera's eyes screamed a defiant no. But she nodded, long since learning her place. Rosen let the chain go and moved on. Today would be a popular day for Confessional. The Church members loved when it was her service. Though for Thera it was the worst job of all. 

Rosen reached Friar Nash. He has a longer, more proper name, but he refused to tell it. In a past life he was a famous Mercenary, and after that a famous Adventure, but those days are long over. An Orc just reaching the end of his prime, Nash has chosen to spend his remaining days helping people without the need of a club or blade. And he does not want people to know his true past. Quite a bit taller than Rosen, she just reached his chest, he was large even by Orc standards. While he was not in as great a shape as he once was, his remaining muscle was still impressive. It is not hard to imagine him swinging an ax through some beast in the untamed wilds. 

"We aven Mat'ango Porridge fer breaky. Fress in hot just 'ow yew like."

Rosen smiled. She never met a chief who could make so many delicious meals with so little to work with. The fact no other church would take him was their loss by a long shot. 

Last and far from least was Sister Moony Hillbury, or just Moo as she preferred. A sizable minotaur woman of mature age. She had many children in her day with a number of partners. Now she was past the age of child bearing, though you'd hardly tell it looking at her. The term aging gracefully is an understatement. If not for the odd line on her soft face or the stretch marks across her plump body you'd think her just under 30. Her children have long since left for their own lives and despite her many partners she never married. So she has joined the Church purely to have something worth doing. She has been an immense help. By her size alone, her hips just below Rosen's face, she has made the hard labor of maintaining their gardens and fields all but meaningless. And despite her age her massive breasts still give large quantities of milk which they harvest daily for sale and personal use. She is a gentle soul and much beloved in the community, though she has a habit of acting as if we are all her children. A mother through and through to the end. 

The Admirations finished, it was time for morning exercises. Rosen took her place at the front and took the lead. She picked up a strip of white cloth and tied it around her breasts, helping to keep them from becoming an issue for their routine. The women with breasts large enough to have the same issue followed suit. Before each of them was a wooden stick with a bucket attached to the sides, appropriately sized for the intended carrier. Each bucket was filled with water, too the rim for some and merely half for others. Rosen bent down, being careful of her form so as to not hurt herself. She squatted down and bent at the waist, keeping her back straight, grabbed the stick firmly, and lifted it up. Then she rose, carrying the full weight on her shoulders. And the others did the same. Then she turned and ran out of the Church yard. And the rest followed.