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The morning sun shed it's first beams on Magnus' fur, warming the young wolf as he stepped onto the steps of the Si'ira Chapterhouse. At age twelve he'd been accepted as an Initiate to serve in the Clergy of Tloska, and part of him wasn't sure how he felt about it. An uneasy feeling was welling in his gut as he approached the gold-scaled dragon that stood holding the door open for him. An odd smile had spread across the drake's face, as if he knew something that Magnus didn't. It made him uncomfortable, scared even, like he wanted to run away with his tail between his legs and never look back at the magnificent marble monastery.

But behind him his mother sobbed tears of joy and his father beamed, happy to see one of their pups had embraced the faith, and he couldn't break their hearts like all his siblings had. And so, he continued up the stairs, one shaking paw after another until he stood beside the golden dragon.

The dragon was clad in simple woolen robes, equally plain sandals adorned his feet and silver bracelets and anklets decorated their respective places, combining for an authoritative yet monastic look that Magnus had to admit, he hadn't quite expected.

"Welcome, my child!" The dragon boomed in a warm greeting as he extended his hand. "I'm Brother Tarrith Bloxan, I'll be administering the Rites and Vows of the Sanctum and then after that I'll be showing you around the Chapterhouse."

"I-It's nice to meet you," Magnus stammered as he shook the dragon's outstretched hand. "M-m-my name's Magnus."

"Magnus T'sol?"

"Yes."

"Excellent," Bloxan chuckled, "Right this way, my child."

Waving one last time to his family, Magnus was ushered inside the Chapterhouse into a large rectangular foyer. Hallways started at the left and right sides of the room, and directly ahead of Magnus was a beautifully ornate set of double doors. Delicate inscriptions and ceremonial runes decorated the surface of the heavy oak portal, each carven symbol glowing with divine, silver radiance.

So his new life would soon begin. A life of service to his Faith.

"This is the front foyer," Bloxan said, "the halls to your left and right lead to classrooms, offices, a few other random rooms and there's a bathroom on the far end of each. The door you see before you leads into the Sanctum, but you're not permitted in their until the Rites and Vows have been completed."

Magnus had figured there'd be some form of initiation when he arrived, now

"When do we start the Rites and Vows?" Magnus questioned. He figured they wouldn't be able to do much until those were completed. And after seeing the doors to the Sanctum, he wanted to know what the rest of the Chapterhouse looked like.

"I see you're eager, well, we can do the Vows right now as they are to precede the Entry Rites," Bloxan explained. "The first is the Vow of Obeisance. Do you, Magnus T'sol, swear on your right of Eternal Life to obey the words of Tloska and his chosen servants on the mortal plane?"

"I do," Magnus said with a confidence that he had lacked before.

"Very good," Bloxan said, smiling strangely. "Next is the Vow of Brotherhood. Do you, Magnus T'sol, swear on your right of Eternal Life to defend your fellow Servants of Tloska with all your heart, might and mind?"

Once again he responded unwaveringly, "I do."

"And finally, the Vow of Confidence. Do you, Magnus T'sol, swear on your right of Eternal Life to never disclose the what you see, hear or do within the confines of Tloska's Chapterhouse?"

For the third and final time Magnus said, "I do."

"Then you are bound to the rest of us, as we are now bound to you," Bloxan said solemnly. "Remember the Vows you have sworn today, my child. Break them, and your very soul becomes at stake." He smiled. "But fear not, no one in the Si'ira Chapterhouse has ever broken their Vows. Now if you'll follow me, we can conduct the Entry Rites."

The gold dragon led Magnus down the left hallway and into the first door that they encountered. While simpler than the Sanctum's entryway, the heavy oak door led into a simple, white room, it's only features being a circular, unadorned marble pool of still, crystal clear water and a wooden chest pushed into the back of the room.

"All three Rites will be administered here," Bloxan stated, "First will be the Rite of Cleansing, after that will be the Rite of Virility."

Magnus nodded, curious as to what the Rites would consist of, and what virility meant for that matter, but judging by the pool, he figured at least one would be similar to a bath.

"Undress," Bloxan commanded as he began to pull off his robes. "and we will begin the Rite of Cleansing."

Magnus blushed and looked away from the stripping dragon. Undress? In front of a stranger? He couldn't do that! It was wrong, it was indecent, it was suspicious, it was...the type of order he'd vowed to obey.

"Is everything alright, my child?"

There was a hint of irritation in the old priest's voice. He expected to be obeyed immediately, not with hesitation.

"F-f-forgive me, Brother Bloxan," Magnus said, "I'm just a bit nervous, that's all."

Bloxan chuckled, what a cute kid. He'd definitely make a fine addition to the rest of the Initiates.

"It's alright, my child," Bloxan assured, certain to keep his previous impatience in check. He had to play his cards carefully, lest he lose this boy. "Turn, face me. There is nothing to be ashamed of here, not in Tloska's holy space."

Still blushing, Magnus turned to face the golden dragon, desperately avoiding looking between the dragon's legs. He tried to focus on the simple, silver jewelry that adorned the dragon's wrists and ankles, but try as he might, his eyes couldn't help but fall upon the barely visible slit that sat on the priests crotch. It wasn't what Magnus had expected, as he didn't know anything about the anatomies of the other species, but oddly enough it didn't disturb him quite as he thought it would.

"Hurry and undress so we can begin," Bloxan said once more. "And remember the vows you swore. Turn back now and you can expect to live out the rest of your life in nothing but coldness and darkness."

Magnus nodded and sheepishly pulled off his shirt, blushing like mad as he noticed Bloxan admiring his bare chest. Doing his best to ignore the staring priest, he tossed his shirt to the side and began to unbutton his jeans. Soon enough the only thing keeping him covered was his pair of red briefs.

His eyes fell to his crimson underwear than rose to meet Bloxan's expectant eyes and the dragon gave him a curt nod, the Rite was to be done in the nude like a holy, initiatory bath. Shaking hands slowly pulled down the waistband of his underwear and let the cotton garment fall to his ankles, exposing his privates to Bloxan's perturbing examination.

The priest's eyes locked onto the furry, canine sheath resting between the boys legs, savoring the glimpse of the fleshy, red tip peaking out before Magnus shifted uncomfortably and covered himself with his hands.

"As I said, my child there is nothing to be ashamed of," Bloxan told the boy with a knowing smile, he'd acted very similar at his initiation "While most people know Tloska as a god of Springtime, healing, and art, they forget that He is also the god of male fertility and power, and as such, while within the confines of the Sanctum you will wear little to no clothing. And if being nude with another male makes you uncomfortable, you're in for a surprise once we enter the Sanctum, even more so when you meet the other Initiates."

Panic gripped Magnus's mind as his mind digested what Bloxan had just said. Was nudity frequent within the Sanctum? And what would be wrong with the other Initiates? Fear began to gnaw at his mind as his childlike imagination began to venture through every possibility it could process.

Seeing his worry, Bloxan tried to consul him. "It will be fine, Magnus," he said wearily. "Believe me, once you've been through the Rite of Virility, you won't even want to leave the Chapterhouse."

"How can you be so sure?" Magnus demanded as he took a step away, not wanting to see just where Bloxan was leading with this. "What happens if I do decide I want to leave?"

"You'd be the first," Bloxan answered with a knowing smile. "Magnus, my child, everyone you will meet within the Sanctum has gone through these Rites, and I must say most of them responded at first just as you have." The dragon stepped into the pool, sending ripples across the waters surface before looking back at the young wolf and offering his hand. "But I might add, you've already taken the vows and you're already naked, you may as well just finish the Rites."

As much as he hated it, part of Magnus agreed with the dragon. He had made it this far, why not continue? Was it so wrong to be curious about what was in store?

Carefully he took Brother Bloxan's hand and stepped into the water, shivering as his black fur was submerged in the pool despite the water being quite warm. Bloxan stepped further into the pool, guiding Magnus into the center, where the water stood a bit higher than Magnus's waist.

"That's better," Bloxan laughed, "and this is the easiest one. Come, let the water wash away your past. From this point on you are no longer just Magnus T'sol, but Magnus T'sol of the Si'ira Sanctum."

Magnus gasped as the dragon suddenly grabbed him by the arms and forced him under the water. For a brief moment he kicked and flailed as the oxygen escaped his panicking lungs during the initial panic. Stars skittered across his vision as the dragon held him in the holy pool. Magnus was starting to lose sensation in his body, the stars from before giving wake to a burning darkness that swallowed what little his eyes could see, signaling his end. He was going to die. He was going to be murdered by a priest of his own religion because he was too blind to heed his earlier suspicions.

In the midst of these thoughts strong hands pulled him back above the surface, the same strong hands that so tightly clamped on his arm and held him in that oblivion.

Sweet air flooded Magnus's empty lungs as he gasped and sputtered for air, once again able to see and feel everything around him. However, the sudden relief of being able to breath again was swiftly replaced by outrage from nearly being drowned.

"What was that for?" Magnus tore away from the smiling dragon. "You could have killed me!"

"My dear child, had it been my intention to kill you, you'd be dead." Bloxan shrugged. "I do apologize for the lack of warning, but it is our own personal tradition here at the Si'ira Chapterhouse to surprise our new Initiates. Fear not, no one has drowned yet."

Well that was soothing to Magnus's troubled mind. The priests were old, nude AND crazy. Where was the part that was supposed to make him not want to leave? No sane person should ever join the clergy if this was how they were treated. Currently, his opinion of the Chapterhouse was at an all-time low, and at this rate, not likely to improve.

Bitterly, he lurked behind Bloxan as the dragon waded out of the pool, water spilling off of his scales like miniature cascades as his muscular body emerged. Magnus, on the other hand, stepped out of the water and shook madly, flinging droplets of water in every direction as he tried to throw it from his dampened fur. He had to bite back a chuckle when Bloxan raised his arms to shield himself from the flying droplets. Magnus hated getting wet, it would take forever for his coat to completely dry, and the "tradition" of half-drowning the Initiates had left him rather angry.

"I suppose it also teaches Initiates the benefits of being able to hold their breath," Bloxan mused. "But I personally doubt that that's the reason for the tradition."

"What happens now, you try to stab me but stop a hairs width away?" Magnus snapped as the older priest turned to face him.

"Tempting, but no, Father Iesal would have my hide if I pulled a stunt like that," was Bloxan's unamused reply as he removed his bracelets and anklets. "Shall we continue now? Thank you. This is another tradition of ours," he said as he offered the silver bands to Magnus. "A gift from me to you."

Magnus silently accepted the pieces of jewelry. Was he supposed to wear them? They were way to big to fit around his scrawny arms, the hoops would just fall off as soon as he dropped his arms or stepped on something the wrong way. But with the expectant look that once again had taken over Bloxan's face, he sighed and put the bands around his anklets and wrists.

Much to his surprise, as soon as all four bands were in their proper place, they began to glow with pristine azure radiance that rivaled the brilliance of the noonday sun, shining bright enough to force both Magnus and Bloxan to shield their eyes from the piercing blue rays.

It took a minute before the lights died down and Magnus was able to see again. All four silver bands had resized themselves to fit snugly around his petite limbs.

"Those bands were the original Rite of Virility," Bloxan mused, "it used to be if they glow blue when you put them on, you'd be deemed worthy to enter the Sanctum. For they only glow when adorned by a male capable of reproducing."

"Did the Rite change?" Magnus asked as he admired his new pieces of jewelry.

"Yes, while we still pass on the silver bands and wear them as a symbol of office," Bloxan admitted with a shrug, "but the Rite has been modified to better prepare Initiates for their future in the Chapterhouse, and to test the...potency...of the Initiates for ourselves."

Magnus cocked his head to the side, unsure of what the golden dragon meant, but the drake just smiled and shook his head.

"Follow me," Bloxan instructed, "we have another room more suited for the Rite of Virility prepared just for you."

Magnus nodded and headed towards his clothes, but Bloxan stopped him.

"Leave them, they are part of your past life, what happens next will change you forever."

Still not quite sure he understood, Magnus followed Bloxan out of the room and back into the hall, praying that no one was standing outside to witness his nudity. Luckily, the halls were empty, and Bloxan wordlessly led the young canid down the hall and through a different door, this one leading to a rectangular room with a singular, large bed.

"What's that for?" Magnus asked as he stopped in the doorway.

"It's a lot more comfortable than the floor."

"But what's it for?" Magnus repeated as Bloxan sat on the bedside.

"The Rite of Virility, as I said earlier, the Rite was modified so that the one overseeing the Rite can sample the Initiates potency for themselves and prepare the Initiate for some of their duties," Bloxan explained as he gestured for Magnus to join him on the bedside.

"So, can you at least tell me what the Rite is now?"

"If you insist," Bloxan said with a nonchalant shrug, "you are going to spill your seed."

Magnus paused. Spill his what? He wasn't sure what Bloxan meant by that, let alone what he was supposed to do.

"Judging your expression, I'm guessing you're still a virgin?"

A deathly silence filled the room as Magnus fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Never even touched yourself maybe? Oh well, it's not that important," Bloxan chuckled, "I suppose most come here with at least a scrap of their innocence intact. Just do as I say and it'll all be fine."

Unsure of what else to do, and much to his own disbelief, he nodded his head, remaining calm and collected on the outside while his mind went into panic. What the hell was he doing?! He couldn't do this, what would his family think if they found out their religion made a habit of fucking children, or worse, that he had just rolled along with their ritualistic vice? He prayed Tloska had mercy on him, for this was allegedly His religious tradition. But...he had to admit, he wanted to see where this led. He wanted to know why this taboo practice had taken root among the clergy. He wanted to know why there was such an interest in ones own private places.

Seconds passed as slow as molasses as Magnus waited for the dragon to either begin or give him further instructions, which luckily didn't take long.

Bloxan reached over and placed an experienced hand over the boys sheath, tracing around it with a gentle finger stroke before cupping the boys balls in his hands and squeezing them, relishing the trembles racking the wolfs body as the crimson rod slowly slid free of its sanctuary; tip, shaft and knot all coming into full view. The dragon knew exactly what he wanted.

Bloxan slid off the bed, still gingerly playing with the boys maleness, then he pushed his nose into Magnus's small yet plump sack. The priest felt his own cock quiver in its hiding place as he let the vernal, piquant aroma of Magnus's arousal steep his nostrils like a foreign delicacy. He hungrily eyed the beads of precum that dribbled down Magnus's length and the thicker knot resting at the base. It had been too long since he'd last gotten to welcome a new member into the Fold, and as he dashed his tongue along the soft fur of the youth's sack, he'd have make sure he got another soon. That engorged, red shaft seemed so appetizing, like a siren song for lust of seed. And soon it would be his. All his. At least for this moment.

His tongue raced along the boys sack once more before slicking the wolfs awaiting length, savoring the beads of arousal that gathered on his tongue. The boy gasped as his engorged maleness was suddenly barraged with the dragons tongue and then immured in warmth as Bloxan wrapped his tongue around the canids member and the then forced into the wet prison of the dragon's maw.

Bloxan swallowed the dribbles of precum that oozed slowly from the boys tip. He couldn't imagine how Magnus felt; his virgin cock being bathed in a flood of hot saliva sent fits of shivers rocketing throughout his lupine frame. The boy writhed and moaned on the bed as Bloxan suckled on his crimson rod of meat, his own hands falling to the barbed purple member swinging between his own legs. He gently rubbed the tip of his own purple length, squeezing it in his palm, smearing his own clear precum all along its length, letting the fiery, lustful tension work up in his own needy flesh.

"By the gods..." Magnus panted as Bloxan slowly sank down to the boys knot. "I-I-I need to pee!"

Bloxan could tell the boy was close to his first orgasm. His cock throbbed and twitched in the dragons maw, threatening to burst at any moment with wild spurts of fresh seed. But Bloxan didn't want that to happen just yet. So, without any warning, he pulled his mouth off of the lupine's quivering meat. Leaving it twitching angrily in the cool air.

Whimpering, Magnus shot a confused look at Brother Bloxan, then he looked back at his wet cock. Why had the older male stopped when it was starting to feel so good? He had no clue what was happening, but he certainly hadn't wanted it to end. The dragons saliva made his crimson length all slick and shiny. Maybe he could finish what the dragon had started.

His shaking hands reached for his quivering penis, only to be caught by Bloxan.

"I ain't done with you yet boy," the dragon snarled menacingly as he grabbed Magnus by the wrists and rose to his feet, showing Magnus the great purple slab of meat swinging between his legs. He released one of the boys wrists and shifted his hands to the canid's soft rump, fingers tracing the boys anus as a toothy slowly smile spread across the dragons face. "We're just getting started."

The boy had no time to even think about replying before his tailhole was filled to the brim with draconic flesh, barbs grinding against boys clinching pucker, making Bloxan roar with lust and Magnus moan in pained bliss as his ass was suddenly stretched to accommodate its intruder.

Magnus howled in sore pleasure as the dragons log of flesh plowed into his ass, slamming past his prostate and leaving behind traces of its precum before ripping back out then beginning the process anew. Vehement thrusts, steady and swift, plunged Bloxan's shaft deeper and deeper, venturing further and further into the yowling wolfs tight, heated depths. The boy growled, kicked and groaned beneath him, caught up in the ecstasy of painful pleasure, but the dragon didn't care. He grabbed the boys hips to steady himself, preparing to force himself deeper into the boys fuckhole. Magnus had become his new bitch, and right now he was breeding him however he wanted. Without hesitation or mercy. Just feeling Magnus writhe underneath him made him want to pound the boys ass ever harder. The desire to drag the cub through hell and make him like it. He toyed with the thought, but quickly shoved it aside. As much as he wanted to, it was the boys first time, and he didn't want to hurt the wolf too bad...but at the very least Magnus would be limping when he was done.

Suddenly, he tore himself out of Magnus's rear and flipped the boy over, throwing him facedown onto the bed a bit rougher than he intended, but he still didn't care. There were some in the Sanctum who wouldn't think twice about leaving Magnus unable to walk let alone move for a day. Bloxan planned on taking Magnus hard, but not quite at that level.

He half leapt atop Magnus, forcing the cubs muzzle into the bed sheets. The boys tail had yet to go down, leaving that lithe, soft rump in plain view. Bloxan again grabbed the boys wrists, forcing his arms above his head as the golden dragon gradually pressed back into the awaiting tailhole, sensually and slowly grinding each rigid barb across the tenderness of the wolfs anus.

A searing sensation shot through Magnus's frame like bipolar lightning, making him bite down on the bedsheets beneath him. It felt like he was being torn in half and enjoying every second of it. It hurt but he didn't want it to stop. His own cock was oozing its own contents as it ground against the silky sheets, globs of precum dripping onto the fabric and getting smeared into his already wet fur. The forbidden nature of it all no longer phased him, all he wanted was to feel that pulsing monster of a cock push deep into his body, to have those barbs scrape against his depths. He wanted it. He needed it. He couldn't think of anything else.

And Bloxan was happy to oblige such simple desires. The dragons hips slapped against the boys ass, accelerating relentlessly, breaking his steady tempo to plunge his cock into the boys virgin tailhole with pure abandon. While there were always Initiates in the Sanctum to sate his needs, he'd forgotten how wonderful it was to strip a cub of their virginity, and fuck their clamping tailhole like there was no tomorrow. The boy was quivering beneath him, his toes curling as the tension in his groin reached a new level of pleasure. Bloxan grinned as Magnus shook beneath him, clenching harder on the piercing, purple phallus pounding past his prostate. What a good slut, happily taking the dragons cock. Now Bloxan would reward him.

The dragon sped up his thrusting once again, each spearing motion sending electric tingles down his shaft as he drew ever closer to his looming climax. A growl rumbled deep in Bloxan's throat as he thrust again and again and again, hips slapping Magnus's ass at breakneck speed while the boy panted and begged for more. And then the climax hit like a truck. The dragons cock shot off like a firehose inside the boys once tight tailhole, painting the cubs inner walls with flood after flood of hot, draconic seed. Yet he kept thrusting, cum spilling out of the boys quivering tailhole and seeping into the surrounding fur as he still hammered at the boys supple rump. He roared during the finale of their lewd ritual in all its taboo splendor, having finally filled the boy with his milky essence. And then he collapsed onto the cub, desperately trying to catch his breath after the draining process of taking the canid's innocence.

Magnus yowled as both burning seed filled as tailhole, the fiery sensation filling his body with pleasure and pulling he youth well past the point of no return. Ropes of fresh, vernal seed shot into the unsoiled bedsheets, staining them with the product of his very first orgasm. Spasms shot throughout his small frame as he came, as every last drop of his seed came shooting out of his cock and into the blankets. The wolf cub had never known anything as wonderful as being stuffed with the large, golden dragons cock. Weariness then descended upon him as the orgasmic bliss faded from his body and he felt Bloxan's arms wrap around his waist, the dragon equally as exhausted from their initiatory rutting.

Magnus's eyes began to droop, his consciousness fading into the oblivion of sopor. The last thing he heard was Bloxan whispering in his ear, "Welcome to your new life, my child."

And then his drowsiness overtook his senses and he drifted into his dreams, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. Now he knew why no one wanted to leave.