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Although Meiosis was nominally a fortress, its remote quiet and its carefully adorned chapel earned it a reputation instead as a monastery. A pastoral place to heal in the summer sun protected by rugged stone walls. The fort town built within it, constructed with dark, earth-toned lumber, is close and warm with narrow streets that all lead to the Chapel Keep and its barracks. Squires and monks shuffle past each other in a very mild hurry, attending to the business of the inner cloisters, carting stones and sacks back and forth, genuflecting to each other and muttering affectionate benedictions.

The chapel itself was lit by sunlight through high windows and reflected off silver mirrors carefully smithed to fill every corner of the room with soft, dappled light. Sturdy, wooden pews all sat attentively toward the altar adorned with blue and silver tapestries and golden instruments. The Shield of Mother's Union, an egg kissed by five sperms with their tails wound together into a protective ring, made of carefully crafted stone stood at the apse promising its protection and blessings to the chamber.

Even without the modest choir or the congregation, though, the room was filled with joyous noise that day: wet slaps and dull smacks of flesh on flesh echoed off the walls peppered with gratuitous moans and deep sexual growl. Kintu had pinned one of the monks to the altar itself and speared him with his tremendous cock. Locked in place by the knot bulging through his belly, the Knight Captain kept thrusting and emptying his balls into the fuck-drunk brother. The gurgling noise of gallons of his rich, densely potent batter churning in the swelling gut underneath them joining the precum slicked sounds of hips slapping together. The bestial knight exercised the privileges of his station, worshiping at the altar at the same time as simply alleviating the constant pressure of his virility, a whim followed deep into the belly of a monk.

The dog kept gushing, an uncontrollable stream that started to escape in powerful jets, even around his knot. Clean white jizz tinted by a pale, blue, beatific glow washed out in increasingly sloppy arcs until the pressure reached its zenith, forcing his knot free on a particularly deep pull. Hot jizz sprayed in a wild plume stopped then released rhythmically by the fat knot now far too big to invade the hole again. But it seemed to be a relief for Kintu to be able to use the majority of his cock again, two feet of his maleness plunging up to the knot again and again, churning up more cum and bulging the dome of his attendant's belly.

He kept thrusting, kept up his feral rutting until a voice calling out his name cut through the lurid hymn. His ears perked and his pace halted for a moment, turning to see Asmira, the Mother Superior, patiently watching from the entrance, her hands folded on top of the clearly pregnant curve of her own stomach. Kintu nodded to her then rocked a few more times to give the cum drooling monk a brief apology before he pulled his lance free with a long burbling noise and bounded full of energy toward the cleric. His cock, still cumming in buckets, left a broad, gooey swath in his wake, adding a hint of extra light to the room.

"Good morning, Mother," Kintu said cheerily, pacing once around the hem of her robes then sitting at her side, his head in perfect place to accept pets from the woman. "No one came to the kennels before my run this morning. The squires are always lazy on a beautiful day like this. Very common among two leggers actually."

The matronly bear chuckled brightly and offered the expected scratches behind his ears, ruffling then smoothing his sleek black fur a couple of times. "Of course, Brother Kintu. But we are welcoming guests from the court. I believe they have brought a bitch from the Duke's hunting dogs and few soldiers from his retinue that he would prefer you see to yourself."

As she turned to walk away from the sanctuary, Kintu rose to all four of his feet and walked alongside her. His balls bounced against his haunches, keeping his cock from receding while they passed through the corridors and toward the gate of the keep. "The Duke is awful presumptuous to simply expect my blessings for his bitches before anyone's even asked for them," the dog mused while his orgasm subsided, the sloppy trail following him turning to slick, crystal-clear precum.

He looked up to the ecclesiast and noted the wet spots spreading across her bosom. His scent could have that effect on some folks. They responded to his virility by preparing to feed his young. It was merely a passing curiosity for the canine but it was still reassuring in some part of his mind. Asmira nodded sagely as if the air wasn't growing rich with her own pheromones. "The Duke is a faithful member of our order, whatever else can be said for him," she explained as a pair of soldiers created a procession behind them. "He honors the Union Shield and his house is bountiful with heirs and bastards. We are honored to accept his patronage and overlook small indiginities like this."

Kintu laughed and wagged his stub of a tail. "You're right, Mother, I just think he might be wise to remember he is our brother and not our master."

Two more knights joined the entourage just before the gate, opening it wide and posting their banners while Asmira opened her arms invitingly, her robe revealing the symbols painted over her belly and the wet areola of her generous breasts. "Welcome, pilgrims," she spoke so her voice carried over the Keep's steps and into the streets surrounding them. "Come and join us, the bounty of the Mother is yours through us."

The travelling retinue was a troop of twelve, flying the Duke's colors. Atop a feral horse, a young zebra rode confidently, his demeanor disguising his barely mature look somewhat. What would normally be a bristly mane is long and carefully manicured to give a more horselike look but his stripes were unmistakable clearly revealing him to be the son of the Duke. "You're so gracious Mother Superior," he said from the saddle, raising his hand mechanically to match his practiced speech. "I am Bartel of House Arasta. My father regrets that he could not make the pilgrimage himself but I come bearing all the gifts deserving of Meiosis and the Order of the Gyre. My retinue will take accomodations in the town come nightfall but we are honored for your hospitality."

Kintu panted bored at Asmira's heel, his cock still turgid and sputtering precum onto the stones. Nobles were tiresome. Always some ritual of etiquette or another. He was by law a nobleman himself but he prided himself on his freedom from all the courtly manners. The only hierarchy he recognized was the blessings of Mother. As the bear managed the political fencing, Kintu merely scanned the crowd. Mostly soldiers to protect the trunk of gifts. A small pack of dogs kept tightly on leashes. Undignified but reasonable, not all dogs were as clever as Kintu was.

But the processions joined together and they made a circuit around the Chapel Keep. At the sanctuary the so-far composed Zebra shouted "Heavens above! What sort of orgy was this?"

A small team of monks were scrubbing the cum Kintu had left, lovingly tending to the tapestry on the altar. Kintu laughed genuinely as the Mother Superior explained. "No orgy, merely Brother Kintu abusing his authority."

Bartel looked down at the dog and dropped his jaw agape, his breeches tenting at the realization. "I… forgive me. My father didn't think to tell me just how generous Mother could really be."

"I'm told in fact that the Duke has sent you here specifically to share in my blessings," Kintu suggested with a thoughtful tilt of his head. "We will bother with your hunting dogs before you go, it will be better for them to travel before my pups start to grow. You and your men at arms will train with me in the morning. We'll see just what Mother will give you through my loins."

Bartel flushed deeply and stumbled over his tongue until Asmira took the reins again and ushered everyone along toward lunch. The day continued just as dully, robbing Kintu of his chances to patrol or work with his unit. The Kennel Knights were elite but he lamented any lost chance to run and drill with his pack. The two leggers who'd earned their place with them especially needed regular training. But sometimes, to service the Order, sacrifices were expected.

The morning came quickly enough though, sunrise filling the dusty circle of the dueling pit as Kintu and his lieutenant waited in their gear. His barding was properly light, barely more than a heavy collar and a vest of scale mail, and clearly stained from countless hours wrestling with his unit. Bartel and his entourage, a brutish boar and a wolf barely older than the Zebra himself, arrived on time in rough, scanty leathers well suited to fighting. Their cocks dangled dangerously, each one a generous tool but none half as large as Kintu's.

"Good morning, your grace," the hound declared, seated on his haunches while his companion prowled energetically behind him. "Once you're ready, we'll begin. You and yours will spar with Jaki and me. We will hold nothing back, I cannot teach you without knowing what you're capable of. If you were pups we could merely play but you have no such luck."

"I am ready, hound," Bartel declared boldly, shoring up his bravado to cover for his less than imposing figure. "Don't hesitate on --"

Jaki was across the pit in a flash, bowling the duke's son to the ground and weaving their limbs together so he was locked between the dog's legs and his legs were folded over in a deep mating press. The soldiers flanking him boggled for a moment too long before Jaki's fat, black cock forced its way into the zebra's hole, stretching him open and locking him in place on his knot. The bulb forcing his thrusts to be fast and shallow but no less potent for the roll of his meat against Bartel's prostate.

Kintu laughed brightly. A surprisingly gentle sound for a fighter rising to his feet. "Clearly not."

He bound forward himself, each sloshing roll of his testes charging his body with virility and strength. The boar took a stance quickly enough to deflect his charge to the wolf instead. The young soldier didn't go down as easily as the zebra but he couldn't keep the massive shaft from bulging its way through his stomach, showing the imprint of its shape while his heat pulsed against his insides. The pair of hounds fucked as long as they could keep their grip but with the boar free, they couldn't keep him from grabbing Jaki by the collar and pulling him off. A forceful shove sent him a few feet aside but the dog landed on his feet, scanning the melee for his next opportunity.

Bartel stood with the boar's help, his ass aching for more already but he steadied himself and fixed his eyes on the dogs. He charged into Kintu in return, claiming the little ring under his tail but he could barely even break his rhythm plowing the wolf. The three of them in a chain that seemed to pour all the pleasure in it into the poor soldier at the lowest end. He struggled to squirm away but he couldn't free himself, just buck his hips back into the hound. However, his writhing and resisting only unleashed a wave of heat and thick creamy power out of Kintu's balls. The wolf's belly bloats almost instantly with the sheer volume of cum churning into him. With all that heat in him, he simply couldn't handle any more, quivering and collapsing on his distended gut, spent already

With a sharp, proud bark Jaki clambers forward again, climbing onto the boar's shoulders and feeding him his fat black sausage. "It's like they're not even trying," Jaki jeers as he thrusts wildly into his throat.

"Don't be cruel, Jaki," Kintu admonished, pulling his cock free in a dramatic splash of glowing blue-white. The sudden shove pushed Bartel back just enough that he could turn and look him in the eyes, the scent of his arousal, the dense wave of pheromones and the potent gaze of an alpha male piercing the zebra's defenses and priming his body to receive the superior male's seed. "They don't have the training to stand against Mother's Elites."

A quick juke sent the noble to his knees in a scramble to retreat and a heavy hop trapped him in place under Kintu's muscular weight. The first few shoves of his cock only manage to smear Bartel's armor in the potent scent of the dog's sexuality. Splattering his face in precum and slapping at his balls with the churning monsters behind them. But after a long moment, the tip of the knight's lance found its purchase and slammed in deep, Jaki's rough fucking making it all too easy to spread him open.

Bartel moaned at the top of his lungs, completely overwhelmed by the size and the feeling of such a blessed tool rearranging his insides. Kintu had promised no quarter, however, and he gave none, taking long deep strokes to totally dominate the dukeling's body, his half swollen knot popping in and out with brain scrambling power. The wet noise of each pass of the massive organ getting sloppier and louder until the rhythm stops leaving them locked together. A fierce bark bypassed what little of Bartel's conscious mind was left and forced him to squeeze around the bulb, properly triggering Kintu's orgasm.

It was announced with a rising howl and the rushing noise of a river of jizz pouring into the zebra's belly turning a slim belly into a heavy, round gut in seconds. Gallons and gallons of heat and power coursing into him while the beast tugs on his knot only driving it to its maximum state. The noble struggled to plead for mercy but after a choke and a gag his mouth erupted with more of the dense spooge. It surged out of him from the sheer pressure of it all, and bubbled from his nostrils, even a few hints of it dribbling from his ears to withstand all the cum Kintu had for him.

Jaki and the boar even stopped to gawk at such a display of virility. Streams jetted in every direction from the equine's rump while the growing belly propped them up, keeping the dog's knot from slipping free. Starting at his distended navel, a mirrored mark shined its way into being: twisting blue lines weaving together into the Mother's Shield. The air snaps tangibly once the mark is complete, finality hanging in the air even while Kintu keeps cumming and cumming. But soon enough he pulls himself free, his cum washing back like a dam burst while he struts his way back to the edge of the ring, still filling the dusty ring with more of his spunk.

"You are not ready until you are ready," he posits calmly, his breath only a little ragged. "Your men have some potential but you, Bartel Arasta, are in no condition to keep training. To be stopped by just one of my orgasms is damning. Watch Jaki for now, one of the squires will be by eventually and they can help you drain. But at least now if you get nothing else from this pilgrimage, you'll be blessed with a pack of my pups to protect you"

Bartel was insensate, barely able to realize he was being condescended by a dog, instead he just rubbed his belly and coughed the last of the cum out of his throat while the dog and the brute traded jabs and feints.

As the day wore on and more of the Kennel Knights took their turns putting the boar and the wolf through their paces, Kintu worked his way around the ring and lapped at Bartel's face. There was a spark in his eyes now, recovered and only engorged with cum rather than blimped. The dog licked at his face apologetically, then sat with him. "I hope you can forgive me, your grace. I let all that silly honor and my own urges get into my mind. A training ground should not be so dire. Know this, the blessings of Mother are many, this place is not just a brothel for nobles to guarantee themselves an heir. If you are truly faithful and not simply a noble playing in our fort I can invite you to be my squire. It will be difficult work but it will give you strength and bring you closer to Mother and her power."

Bartel gurgled, still too full to speak properly and looked away, aroused shame showing on his face. It was enough.

~Fin~