Initiation
Initiation by Eli Lapso
Denali let out a soft rush of air as he crouched low among the thick undergrowth. Above him, birds cried out from their places in the branches and the sound of insects buzzing through the air created a strange white noise through the forest. Shielding himself behind the dark green of the brush, the young red fox looked out across the forest floor to the creature seated by the lake's edge.
Black fur covered his muscled form and a powerful tail drug lazily across the ground. Reptilian features were prominent on the bare torso of the beast, easily a foot taller than Denali's own five and a half feet. It was this creature, this black furred dragon, which Denali had been sent to slay as a rite of passage.
Gripping his spear in his hand, Denali turned his gaze upward to a tree just beyond his location. He was just able to make out the dark outline of one of his fellow hunters among the branches, bow drawn taught as he waited for the signal to strike. This one dragon's life meant acceptance as hunters and warriors in his tribe and the two young males were more than glad to spill dragon blood for the sake of such honor.
The final member of their party gave a signal from across the lake, a soft howl not meant to be uttered by fox kind. Having its intended effect, the dragon turned to the source of the sound his guard dropped. It was then that the fox hidden in the tree sent his arrow splitting through the air and Denali himself rose from his place among the undergrowth.
It wasn't until he was standing that Denali realized that everything had gone horribly wrong. The howl had not been the proper signal; it had been a howl of pain. Turning, he saw the arrow clenched tightly in the clenched fist of another dragon that had hidden himself behind a grouping of boulders along the lakeshore. Denali watched as his friend suddenly fell from the tree, into the arms of the dragon that had caught the arrow, and lay limp.
Denali yipped as he felt something sharp stab into the back of his neck and something warm seep into his blood. Mingling quickly, the fox felt the toxin take hold of him and soon he had fallen to his knees. Dropping to the ground, the fox could do nothing more than look up as the dragon they had attempted to slay approached with a length of rope in his hand and a hungered look in his eye.
An hour later, Denali grunted as his bound body was dropped to the ground next to a roaring flame. Next to him fell the body of two other foxes, his friends and fellow hunters, bound as tightly as he himself was. They had stripped the three young males bare, the simple loincloths they wore left back at the site of the failed attack, and their weapons now acted as kindling for the roaring blaze before them.
One of the dragons, a brown furred brute that was easily over seven feet tall, looked down to the bound trio and said, "What do you think we ought to do with them? They are too puny to roast and they don't seem like they would fetch much on the slave trades."
"Must you always think of your stomach first and your money bag second?" one of the other males asked, a dark blue scaled dragon with a brand burned into one arm. "We can use the little runts to haul our own supplies around. Ain't often you find free slaves in the wild brother."
"Aye, this is true Arsius," the brown furred male replied as he eyed the foxes carefully. He brought one clawed foot down onto the center ones back and said, "Could be good for other things too."
Denali cried out as he felt clawed toes press sharply into his back. Had his muzzle not been bound tight with rope he would have tried to barter for their release; he himself being skilled in the art of trade. As it was, however, he could do nothing but lie there and let himself be subjected to the abuse the dragons put forth.
"We could always put them through the initiation," the black furred male said as he threw the broken remains of Denali's spear into the blaze. "Serves a few needs at once. Gives us slaves bound by law and blood, gives us a bit of fun and release, and it wouldn't be a bad show to watch Gaitz abuse that little bitch in the center's tailhole for a few hours without mercy."
"Ah, Foxie, you sly devil you," the dragon called Gaitz replied with a merry laugh. "Tell you what; since you brought the idea up how about you fuck the little runt in the center. I'll take that one there next to him with the nice round ass."
"Guess that means I get the one with the grape sized balls eh?" Arsius said with a pleased look in his eyes. "Maybe I ought pop them out of him and munch them like grapes too."
"What fun is there to be had in castration?" the dragon called Foxie replied as he rose from his place hear the fire. "More fun just to make him your personal little rut and teach him the value of lifting tail on command. Damn, I love when that village of fools sends us new recruits. Least this time there ain't no dragonesses here to get pregnant by them. Not as much fun when they get rites cause of parentage."
"So shall we divvy up the spoils then and get this initiation underway?" Gaitz asked as he pulled his foot from Denali's back. "Been three days since I got off and that tail is looking tighter every second."
"Take him then and welcome him to the brood," Foxie said as he walked over and crouched near the captive foxes. Like the other dragons he wore no clothing to conceal himself and his heavy sack came within inches of Denali's nose.
Denali couldn't help but give a whimper as the male's spoke of some archaic initiation that he soon realized involved their defloration. He looked up to the black furred male as he crouched in front of him and let a pleading look fill his eyes. He did not wish this on his tribal brothers, nor did he wish this a fate for himself.
"Would you look at that," Foxie said as he lowered himself more. He groaned as his furry black sack pressed into Denali's nose and said, "I think the little slut wants it just as bad as we do. Alright boys, take your slave and let the initiation commence."
The two other foxes cried out in fear as they were lifted into the arms of the other dragons and carried away from the light of the fire. Alone now, Denali thrashed under the third dragon and tried not to let the heavy musk flooding his nose provoke an unwanted reaction.
Suddenly, the sack on Denali's muzzle was lifted away and a pair of hands were lifting him from the ground. The fox whimpered as he hung limp in the dragon's grasp and he wondered what was soon to befall him.
Foxie brought one hand up and ripped away the ropes binding the fox's muzzle. He growled softly and said, "Speak out of turn and your tail visit's the fire. Do you understand me?"
"Y..Yes," Denali said in a cowardly voice. Any illusions of bravery were gone from the young fox now as he stared into the stern and commanding eyes of his captor.
"You are about to undergo what is known as the Initiation by Brood Bondage. All you really need to know about it is I'm going to fuck your little ass and after I am done you are going to be my slave until the day you die. Disobey me and that day will come very soon. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Denali said as tears welled up in his eyes. His ears folded back in fear and his tail wrapped around his leg.
"You will do as I say from this moment on. Your first offense, based on what you do, will likely result in me forcing you to put your tail into the fire. A second offense will be your hand or foot in the fire, a third will be you pitiful excuse for a sheath and sack. If you disobey a forth time I will hold your head in the fire until you die. Do you understand?"
"Ye...yes...." Denali said through sobs and tears. His body trembled at what was to come and the possible things he may do to anger the dragon.
The dragon suddenly gave a heavy sigh and said, "Alright, relax. This can be fun for both of us if you just relax and try to calm down. All that stuff about burning you is just a scare tactic we are told to use on captives. Don't get me wrong; disobey and I will use that punishment. However, unlike those friends of yours, your tail isn't going to be gaping by the time I finish. I demand that you relax."
"Yes sir..." Denali said, now confused. Was this dragon being kind? Had he only been so savage in fear the others may be nearby.
"Do you have any questions?"
Denali thought and said, "Do I have to go through this initiation?"
"If you don't want to be dinner like the last fox we captured I would suggest it," Foxie said as he let the fox go and watched him hit the ground hard. "Now try to relax and get ready. You have ten seconds to lift your tail."
Denali groaned as he looked up from the ground. Deciding that giving in and obeying would be better than... the alternatives, Denali right himself onto his knees and lifted his tail out of the way. "Please be gentle."
"No," was all the dragon said as he dropped to his knees behind the fox. He huffed as he looked over the virgin pucker of the fox and said, "Won't hurt much and soon you may even be begging for it. I wouldn't be surprised if I come home some days and find you on all fours with your ass in the air waiting for me."
Denali said nothing as he waited for the pain to follow. He yipped as he felt something thick and wet under his tail; the spit covered knuckle of the dragon's middle finger. With a wince of pain, he felt the knuckle push forward into his tight, virgin tailhole. If this was just his knuckle, then the next thing he felt would be a roasting spike.
To Denali's pleasant surprise, the dragon's shaft was not as bad as he thought it would be. It was big, yes, but it slid nicely into him as though he had been stretched by it once before. Denali wondered how this was possible; given how just the fat, bulbous head of the reptile's shaft was the size of Denali's engorged knot.
Looking back, the fox gasped as he saw a faint blue glowing coming from the hand that had taken hold of his side. A leather cord hung from the dragon's hand and it was then that Denali knew what it was preventing him from feeling the burning ache that should be flooding through him. He had heard legends of magical devices the dragons used in battle to prevent them from feeling the effects of battle damage. The black furred dragon must be using it to prevent him from taking any damage from their mating.
Denali still could feel the shaft though as it slowly sank inside. It was a strange, foreign feeling to have the dragon's malehood sliding into his rear passage; but the feeling was not without its pleasure. Perhaps it was because of the amulet numbing his pain, but Denali could feel every vein rubbing his insides, stroking over his prostate as the dragon began to rock it inside him. He could even feel the slight trembling as the dragon let out a few spurts of musky pre into the virgin fox.
Denali was soon aquiver as his body trembled from the bliss he felt emanating from the dragon's act. He rested his head on his arms in front of him as he gave in and let out a pleasured moan as he felt the dragon's sack press against his own. It this was the life he was to have, free of tribal responsibilities and filled with this sort of pleasure, then Denali was more than glad to let his pride take a backseat to subservience.
"You seem to be enjoying this," the dragon said as his free hand moved from the fox's hips to stroke along his back.
"Decided to give in and be a good little slave for me?"
"I'm considering it," Denali admitted as he felt his own shaft brush the tips of the grass blades beneath him. He hadn't even noticed his own arousal and, just as quick as he became aware of it, he let the thought of it drift from his mind as he pushed back against the dragon. "Would this be all I do?"
Foxie smiled and said, "It would for the most part. I would want you to cook and clean as well but most times it would just be cooking for yourself since I tend to eat with the hunting party and just clean up the tent."
"I could do that," Denali said with a squeek as he felt the dragon hilt in him. The throbbing shaft that split his backside gave a powerful spasm within him and the fox knew the dragon had to be close. "Would I get to wear that amulet during our little... moments like this?"
"Until you stretch, yes," Foxie said with a pleased grin. "So are you going to serve me as a slave or as my dinner?"
"I'm partial to living," Denali said as he shut his eyes. He felt a sudden shiver run through his body and he realized he came without once touching himself. He sighed happily and said, "I'm up for it. Sure."
"Good boy," Foxie said as he moved and gripped the fox's hips again. "Now just enjoy while I finish up here real fast." With that, he began to thrust faster, rougher, into the fox's tight orifice. Finally, a few moments later, he let out a savage growl and emptied his own seed into the fox's rear. Panting, he held the fox in one arm and rolled onto his side.
Denali groaned as he laid with his body pressed against his new master's; the dragon's shaft still hilted inside him. He licked his lips and said, "Here is hoping my friends agreed as well."
The dragon chuckled and said, "Here is hoping; I like to share. Oh, and welcome to my brood's brothel. You will live with me and only take those I tell you to."
"Yes master," Denali said softly as he felt himself drift to sleep. He heard a shuffling nearby and looked to see the other two dragons return, each carrying a well used fox in their arms and a dripping semi-hard erection between their legs.
"They both join the ranks?" Foxie ask.
The other two just nodded and looked to Denali lying on the ground.
"He made the right choice," Foxie said as he pulled Denali close in a firm embrace, "He made the right choice."