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The vixen cried out, though it could not be heard throught he cloth that was stuffed in her mouth. A week, she was supposed to journey into the woodland to spend a day within the sacred temple of Ilkanta to perform the rite- that is the cermony all of the chosen must go through. She came from where everyone came from- Leion, the village in the vale. The great vale that was the world, surrounded by a moutain ring, the Ring of Dragons, that protected them from the merciless outlands, gaurded by the great dragons that oversaw the world, and they gaurded the paradise, the utopia, even though in truth it was somewhat a prison. Every moon the dragons demanded a pure female in sacrifice. It was an honor to go for the sacrifice, for that meant that, when they died, they would journey to reside on the very side of the great god himself... and Aurora was one of the chosen.

Aurora was known for her beauty, sleek and curvy, with what were called the largest breasts known to Leion. Everyone had hoped for a piece of her, congratulating one handsome white wolf, Cascade, for being her lover. He was greatly startled when she was chosen- but usually the chosen wandered back, their memories of their time with the dragons wiped from their minds, and Cascade would wait paitiently for the vixen's return.

The vixen was also known for her knowledge of the woodland, having spent many days within it to learn as much about it as she could. She knew the woods like the fur on the back of her paw- everyone knew she would be at the temple within a day, and she would just linger for awhile before travelling back at the week's end.

Midnight, on the day she began her journey, she was almost at the temple but had lingered around a small forest pond to rest, for it was a beautiful place to behold. She saw the deer and the rabbit and the squirrel, but she did not hunt, and quietly they walked to the pond to sip. They were different from the predators, unblessed of the great god Ilkanta to walk upright, with the gift of mind and speech. She stayed around, for it was so peaceful and tranquil, eyeing the abandoned house not too far from the pond. Quietly, against a tree trunk, she had drifted into silent sleep.

In her slumber, she had been captured by one of the rogue gangs running amok throughout the vale. She vaguely remembered being lifted straight up by many muscular arms, and taken into the abandoned house- spiralling down stair after stair in some sort of cold stone dungeon.

She had been chained, spread eagled, a limb toa corner of the square room, just slightly above the ground for four days. Aurora screamed, again and again in her futile attempts, but it was useless, a repaeating nightmare. Sometimes dark figures would walk in and laugh at her, muttering about 'the fifth day' and offering her tiny ammounts of water.

It grew near toward midnight. Days of not eating weakned her considerably, and even her screams and cries were growing fainter and fainter. She hung there limply, fully naked, tears streaming down her cheeks, illuminated by the flickering torches. She dreaded that second, looming ever closer, when she knew it would be the fifth day. Something was going to happen then, and she had a feeling of what it was. Aurora was far too weak to resist anything...

The door creaked open, just on time. Aurora gulped...

About ten leopards walked into the room, each bearing a torch, most of their bodies hidden under long, brown cloaks. They lined up against the walls, throwing light onto the beautiful naked fem before them.

Two king cheetahs followed, their glorious patterns glistening in the flickering flames, the bold black patterns marking them apart from the rest. They were muscular males, each with a smirk upon their face, their chests bared, wearing nothing but a red kilt. They moved toward Aurora, tied up and whimpering, pretty much guessing what they were to do- but then, to her relief, the moved aside.

But then, a far more muscular figure walked in. Sporting a black kilt to match his fur, the panther was larger and more powerfull looking than even the king cheetahs. He moved toward the vixen, moving his powerful paw towards her head, extending a claw to tickle her chin. "Hello, pretty one."

There was no reply but a quiet whimper.

"I can sense your fear," the panther said, w ith a smirk. "I see you are intelligent enough to know what is coming... are you not? You should know of the clan of the Black Panther... I am their leader... they call me Khan."

The Black Panther Clan, Khan- the names rung through her head and echoed around, and her eyes widened as she vaguely recognised them in rumours passed from mouth to mouth. They were brutal beasts, concidered unruly for their disregard to the laws, and the captured and raped as they pleased. Many fems in Leion even anticipated their rapes, often purposefully walking alone and seeking them, for they were said to be excellent. Althought they were supposed to be punished for their crimes, they could never be captured, and the dragons, who sometimes took care of such things, never bothered. It was widely accepted that the dragons had more important issues to deal with, although it was rumoured that they had dealings with the dragons themselves.

"You can't do this," Aurora protested weakly.

"And just why, pretty one?" Khan said smoothly, his paws wandering toward her large breasts, gripping them tightly and kneading them with his paws, amid smirks from the torchbearers and some laughter from a king cheetah.

She gasped as she felt a ripple of pleasure, but bit down a moan as she replied, "I... I'm the chosen... I'm on my way to the temple."

Khan laughed. "WE already know, fem! We know all about you. You are Aurora, chosen to this moon, lover to Cascade and daughter of Lianna and Jaren... we know it all... you will not understand even if we could explain, vixen," the panther smirked, "for your silly traditions are worth naught to the great dragon-god! We are not to tell you truth- but however..." a wicked grin crept across the panther's muzzle.

"Kar, Jet!" he said, calling the two king cheetahs. "Take two torchbearers each. The meaningless cermonies of the fools shall be cast down right under their noses! We go to the temple!"

Four torchbearers bore her on their shoulders, each holding a limb. She was too weak to struggle, and she cried in outrage at Khan, "What gives you the right!?"

Khan's eyes flashed and his lips were bared in a tempoary snarl. "What gives you to right to say that I have none? You, Leion villagefox, living amongst their dreams and tales and lies! What know thee of the dragon's will, what know thee of the laws of the great dragon-god? What know you, of the outland, what know you of the Ring of Dragons? Nothing, I say, nothing! You make silly little temples in the dragon-god's name-"

"How dare you call the temples silly?" Aurora cried, enraged. She was weak and she was wasting her energy by shouting, but she was outraged by the thought of her culture being attacked by this ruthless brute. "Since the dawn of time have us of Leion worked to fufil the scared laws of the dragon-god himself! We have abided to his law,s willingly offering when they demanded, banishing the unpleasing to his sight- such as yourself-"

"That act of banishment alone is unpleasing to him!" the panther snarled in return. "All your laws, your rules- who told them to you?"

"Our prophets, their words the very words of the god-"

"And who told them?"

"The dragon-god!"

"Are you sure?"

Aurora faltered. Her ears pinned back onto her head. No, she was not sure. She had not seen the heavenly dragon-god herself- but, if she were too, she would grow blind with his glory. To hear his voice would be to turn deaf. It it was true, how could the prophets hear his word? She whimpered.

"The will of the dragons is beyond your understanding, and it is by their will that we act now-" he stopped. Aurora stared at him. By their will? The panther growled.

"You have heard more than was meant for your ears, villagefox," the panther said with a dangerous calm to his voice. He said nothing more.

Soon the temple was within sight, and a grand sight it was. It was built entirely out of pure white polished marble, glistening under the pale moonlight, with spiral stairs and a few cloaked figures padding throughout the finely groomed garden in the temple grounds, full of sacred flowers and a fountain of sparkling sacred water. The torchbearers came to a halt. Aurora expected more snorts and scorn, but they wasted no time.

One of the king cheetahs, Kar, slid under her as the torchbearers lowered her weak but squirming body as he and the other two ripped off their clothings. The moment she was within reach, his powerful paws grasped her waist and rammed her onto his waiting body. He gave a low growl of pleasure as his hard, waiting, fully emerged member found her tailhole, and not bothering to make a slow entrance, forced his full length into her tailhole with a loud grunt.

Aurora gasped, but she had no energy to scream, but as she gathered enough strength to shriek the other king cheetah, Jet, grasped her shoulders and pulled her back, turning her shriek into a startled gasp of surprise. Her paws moved backward instictively to catch her 'fall', and knelt down, using his knees to hold down her paws- not so much to hurt her, but to hold her still. As she tried to scream again, Jet gagged her forcefully- with his own fully erect manhood. He stuffed it in as far as he could, even attempting to fit in his knot.The vixen tried to scream again and again, but to no avail, as every thrust of the member gagged and choked her further. Jet's strong paws grasped her ears and pulled her forcefully back and forth as Kar beneath to hump at her tailhole, using his powerful paws to lift her hips up and down with his rapid, frenzied rhythm. She let out a muffled scream with the pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as she felt his thrusts inside her tailhole and felt the growing member choking her with every hump.

Khan walked over and wiped his claw wickedly across her eye, doing no damage, just wiping her tears. "Don't cry... I'll make you feel all better..."

She yelled and cried out with the pain, barely listening to the panther's words. He knelt down beside her opening and positioned his fully exposed member, and with a loud grunt, penetrated her slit with one swift thrust. Not bothering to go slow and steadyk, he began a rapid rhythm, moaning and growling in pleasure as he felt her vagina tighten around his manhood. She screamed with the pain, but slowly, slowly, the pain vanished, and it gave way into pleasure. The most heavenly feeling she ever felt as the pain slowly vanished, and her screams turned into short gasps and moans of lust and pleasure.

Before long she let out a loud cry of pleasure as she felt both Jet and Kar explode in her mouth and tailhole, sending streams of white cum down her throat, and she swallowd and savoured every drop. Kar drew out and sprayed his cum into her waiting muzzle as well. As the king cheetahs retreated to the side and watched, she gasped and moaned with the pleasure of the panther's thrusts deep inside her.

With a roar, the panther thrust deep into her and poured all his seed into her opening, sending the steaming white cum traversing into her body, her opening tightening around him, squeezing out every last drop. She cried out with a shudder of pleasure, and the panther stood up, tying up his kilt around his body again and throwing Aurora's cloathes to the floor.

"You shall bear my litter now, vixen," he said with a wicked grin. "Our work is complete. Let us go."

The three, followed by the silent torchbearers, dissapeared into the forest. Aurora lay there, on the soft grass, horrified at what she had just done. Cum still dripped from her muzzle, and she had no doubt that the panther had just given her a litter... she picked up the clothes and put them on, and took a deep breath. Not only did she get raped, she even enjoyed it! What was wrong with her? She shuddered. Aurora decided to walk right up to the temple and go to the head prophet and tell them of the rapists, and ask the prhophet to ask the gread dragon-god to strike down those ruthless brutes... those horrible bastards, those... handsome beasts, those pleasurable men. The vixen shuddered, and then realised..

I'm chosen! I got raped, I'm no longer pure- what more, I probably have kits! She nearly cried in anguish. She could not return to the village, or to the temple and announce that she was raped and was no longer pure, for in that case, her lover would pay the price, his fault or not... Cascade... she thought silently. She couldn't bear the taught of the muscular white wolf being tortured, then killed. Her only chance was to go for the offering, and... hope that the dragons spare her... she gulped. At least Cascade would live on.

With a shudder, she moved toward the temple gates. Instantly the prophets moved toward the gate and said quick greetings, but there was a ceremony to be performed. While others rushed off to the temple to prepare and alert the head prophet, the others lined up in two sraight lines, giving her a corridor to walk through, straight through the fountain of the sacred waters and right up the grand marble stairs. They held a torch in one paw, holding it high, tilting it toward the opposite prophet to crerate a sortof flaming archway and they chanted in the language of the dragons. She could understand snatches of it here and there, but everything else was just babble to her. The first part was utter nonsence to the vixen, though she heard 'Ilkanta' now and then- the sacred name of the dragon-god himself, only to be uttered by the worthy.

"Ilkanta ferse ora rah,

Frea usa orn prise.

Hala jar, nese fre

Ilkanta ferse ora rah.

Ona offari, ona ta

Wasa nere onle wre

Mera ra, ase gra

Ilkanta ferse ora rah..."

As she stepped into the cool waters of the sacred fountain, she heard a verse she mostly recognised. She repeated the words in her mind, though she struggled to catch up- dragontongue was much shorter and faster than what she normally spoke.

"Pure enough to wade in thy waters

Good enough to dwell with thee

One more offering, one more time

Dragon-god, please set us free..."

The 'set us free' part she never understood. The prophets, when asked, spoke of the ultimate salvation that would be blessed upon them when the Dragon-god was satisfied, the ultimate freedom, and it was that that the prophets worked toward. That was all they said, nothing more.

"Pure of spirit, pure of mind

Pure of heart and pure of body

Pure enough for thee, o lord,

Pure enough for thy waters..."

She shuddered with guilt as the fountain water sprayed and sprinkled all over. She had seen herself once an unworthy female, an ugly one the prophets had chosen in hope to not waste their youth, and the fountain had swallowed her up and drowned her, regardless of the shallow waters. Why wasn't the fountain doing this to her? She shuddered with guilt as she finally stepped free of the waters. Perhaps she would find out soon...