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[i]“How did you end up here?" he asked.

Kara sighed at his words. Well, she thought, at least he's not thinking about Rantan and Vargas.

“By trial of flesh," she said.

“You're on trial?" Hood asked.

“In a way, I [b]am[/b] the trial," she answered.

Kara took a deep breath, and started to explain.[/i]

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“Kara."

Knuckles rapped against the wooden door.

“Kara!"

Hearing her sister's voice, Kara pushed herself upright on the cold stone floor. Her neck and shoulders were stiff, while her legs succumbed to pins-and-needles that left them numb. She was in a tiny, stone room, lit only by the last remnants of daylight filtered through a small square opening in the nearest wall. Rather than try to stand, she thought it wise just to swivel around and face the locked cell door.

Almost as soon as she turned, a wooden panel on the door slid open, and through it, Kara could see the muzzle and eyes of her older sister, Tassa. Her eyes were the picture of concern.

“Good, you're awake," she said.

“Come to talk some sense into me? Or did mother send you?"

“The former," she replied. She leaned away from the door and glanced in both directions until she seemed satisfied that no-one was listening. “You've made your point. What is there to gain from persisting in this?"

Tassa was five seasons her elder, though upon meeting them, most would've expected their ages to be the other way around. Tassa took after their mother; petite and pretty, with the exception of her childbearing hips. Kara had always resembled their late father's family, for she was fat, by lupine standards. Taller, muscular, and with a large rear and bosom, Nayruth had always complimented her as having a “touch of the goddess", but most other wolves were not so kind.

The two of them had rarely seen eye-to-eye, since Tassa had, from a young age, been prepared to succeed their mother, while Kara had gone to study the ways of the forest under Nayruth, with the intent she would one day serve as her sister's personal guard.

Kara rubbed her legs with her paws until there was feeling them again, and stood up. She walked over to the door and looked through the other side of the open slot.

“Tassa, this is not the time to have this same old discussion. I renounced my right to succession when I went to study under Nayruth-“

“What, so he's going to put pups in you? His balls are probably filled with dust!"

Kara felt her ire peak at her sister's words, and turned away from the door. She started to pace the tiny, stone-walled room, to placate herself.

“Things have changed since father died. Safeguarding the bloodline is important," Tassa said. “I did [i]my[/i] duty, as did mother."

“Do you expect me to feel sorry for you?" Kara said, with a snarl.

Tassa raised her voice.

“Just present yourself to Vargas and get it over with!"

Kara was not impressed by her sister's tone. She charged the door, rattling the heavy wood as her body made contact. She struck with such force that Tassa was forced to backpedal on the other side.

“Leave!" she yelled, at a register that echoed around the stone walls.

Her sister shrugged.

“They'll be here within the hour. I suggest you make peace with your 'goddess' before they get here."

Kara watched as she walked away, until the edge of the narrow slot in the door obscured her view. She sat down in the middle of the cell, cross-legged, and it wasn't long before they came for her; a dozen of her mother's guard. They tossed in a rope and ordered her to bind herself, before opening the door and blindfolding her. Then, they dragged her by her bond like a leash, through the evening air. The ground was uneven, and Kara dashed her footpaws several times before her nostrils began to burn at the smell of smoke. Soon, this was backed by the sounds of commotion and the pounding of distant drums.

The scent grew stronger as the sounds grew louder, and soon, Kara was aware that they were surrounded by a clamour of other wolves. It was then that one of the guards ripped off her blindfold; an act that brought a roar from the crowd.

As the guards filed out, Kara found herself in the centre of her hometown, in the midst of a plaza that on different days served as meeting place, marketplace, and tonight, a circular arena. Lit by firelight was a ring of raised platforms, shored up with fences, and from those vantage points watched the entire wolf population of the area.

Kara could only stand her ground in the centre of the ring of dirt. Clad in a dusty, white linen dress and simple undergarments, she was far from presentable, but she did her best to give a show of confidence.

Though her legs had already begun to feel wobbly from adrenaline.

“Daughter!"

Kara spun around to face the source of the voice. Before her, a wooden portcullis came crashing down just as the last guard, who had untied her blindfold, passed beneath it. That portcullis was built into the tallest of the wooden platforms, and on top, about twenty feet in the air, was her mother. With her was Tassa, and next to each of them, their husbands; Tassa's first, and her mother's second. Kara felt her muzzle flare as she glared at her stepfather, though he seemed content to sit there and grin like an idiot.

Her mother stood, allowing her deep red dress to flow around her slender body. She held up a paw, and the arena around her fell silent. The air was still, without a cloud in the sky, which made the circumstances seem that much more oppressive.

When she spoke, it was so quiet that you could've heard a pin drop in that arena, despite the size of the crowd.

“Daughter Kara, you have failed in your duty, and have been brought here to ensure that it is fulfilled."

Kara planted her footpaws and glared back.

“I renounced that duty when I stepped away from my title," she shouted.

Her step-father said something that Kara could not hear, but from his expression, she suspected it had been unpleasant. Her mother waited until he was finished, before speaking up again.

“You have renounced your right of succession, but cannot renounce your bloodline any more than the shore can renounce the tide."

“You can't-“ Kara started, but her mother interrupted her.

“I can! It is my right to make this request of you, and to see it carried out."

Kara felt her shoulders tense as anger welled up in her chest. Quaking in fury, she averted her eyes and stared at the ground, while her pulse thundered in her ears. She heard the portcullis rise, then fall, but as if from a great distance.

“Daughter," her mother called. Kara exhaled and looked up, to see that there were now a pack of wolves in the arena; around twenty. All of them were male, and grey-furred, like her; they seemed to be unarmed, and clothed in simple garb. Some of them she recognised. Kalrath, on the right, Rantan, with a white streak that ran over his ears, and the largest of them, the black-snouted Vargas; a prize-fighter from a nearby village who bullied her as a child.

“Daughter," her mother repeated, “I offer you one last chance to avoid this confrontation, and would return to you what you willingly gave up. Present yourself to one of these wolves; take his pups before this gathering, and I will show you clemency."

Before her eyes, Kara watched as the males in the arena stripped off their clothes; some starting with their tops and jackets, others with their leggings and aprons, tossing away each garment. In moments, their clothing was arranged in a large pile nearby, and the entire pack was in the fur. All of them had their eyes fixed on her body, some looking her up and down in a lustful manner. Kara could see the younger among them were starting to poke from their sheathes; moist cock-flesh almost dripping in anticipation.

In response, Kara bared her teeth and brought her bound wrists up to her muzzle. It only took her moments to chew through the ties with her fangs, and the length of rope fell to the dusty ground.

“Your choice is no choice at all! I will choose my own mate!"

Her mother shook her head.

“Then I shall watch, as your duty is fulfilled by force!"

Kara dropped into a fighting crouch, which was all the prompting needed. The arena crowd shouted and jeered as the pack surged forward! As they covered the distance, the quicker among them got ahead of the others, until one, Vargas, was in the lead. In long strides he covered the ground between them, until he was only a few paces away, before pivoting on his foot and leaping at her. A roar emerged from his throat as he sailed through the air, claws outstretched, saliva dripping from his open jaws.

He did not hit his mark. Kara squared herself up, then swung at him with a right haymaker, striking his cheek with her fist. The force killed his momentum faster than if he had jumped into a brick wall. In a flash he was propelled backwards, into the three closest males behind him. They threw up their arms, but it was too late, and all three were sent crashing to the ground in a cloud of kicked-up dirt.

So forceful was the impact that the rest of the pack slowed to a stop, now only a few paces away from her, and those at the back spread around until they formed a rough semi-circle with her at the centre. Each able to see Vargas as he fought to get up off the ground, they seemed hesitant.

Kara was disgusted at their cowardice. She stretched out her paw towards them, and prepared herself for the fight of her life.

“C'mon, then, you pups of adulterers and whores! Come and try your luck!"

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The battle raged for over an hour, and Kara fought so fiercely that before long, the crowd had fallen silent. Of the original twenty, only eight remained standing; the others bloodied and bruised, many having crawled to the very edges of the arena to await the end.

Kara had fought her way back to the centre of the arena, to meet Vargas face-to-face while the others stood gawping. By now, blood dripped from his black snout, after an earlier fracas where she had clawed a deep cut in his forehead. Kara herself was bruised and covered in the blood of others, and though her dress was ripped in a few places, she had managed to remain clothed.

“Listen, you fat bitch," he growled.

“You kiss your mother with," she panted, by now exhausted from the whole ordeal. “Well, maybe you would, if you knew who she was." From the crowd came one solitary laugh, and Kara looked up in that direction, as if to thank the one person who had appreciated the joke.

“Rantan, Yiraf, now!"

Kara's attention snapped back, but not fast enough, from behind her came two sets of paws that grabbed her shoulders. She wrenched and pulled, but in her weakened state, they were able to hold her tight.

“Get off me!" she yelled, but her protests fell on deaf ears. Vargas marched up to her, and she lunged at him. It was enough to cause him to flinch, but he soon regained his composure. He raised his paw, then delivered a backhand to her muzzle.

Stars burst in her brain, and her body betrayed her. She fell limp, just for a moment, but it was long enough for the two wolves holding her to shove her to the ground, before re-establishing their grip on her arms.

She heard Vargas's voice from behind her; raspy and filled with lust.

“That's it," he said, “let's see the fat princess's plump lips."

“Don't you dare touch-“ she yelled, but before she could finish the sentence, she felt his paws on her rear, as one of the wolves lifted up her skirt over her back. His touch caused her to stiffen up, as if struck by lightining, and she pulled and thrashed again, but it was no use; she was held fast.

Then she heard a sound that shook her to her very core. The ripping and rending of cloth, stitch-by-stitch, as Vargas tore her undergarments from her body. The crowd roared again, sensing the end would come soon.

She was bent over, presented for him, and he was going to mate her. The sheer fury and indignation burned in her like a sword-blade's wound, and tears started to stream from her eyes. It was going to happen. There was only one thing left to do; to make sure her mother would remember the look on her face as -

Kara looked up, and saw her mother was not watching. She had averted her eyes from the scene, and was sitting almost to one side.

Wait, Kara thought, her mother's own teachings racing through her addled mind.

“Wait!" she yelled.

“Not likely," Vargas growled.

His paws gripped her hips from behind, and she knew what would come next. She inhaled as deeply as she could, then yelled to her mother.

“You must watch! You have to! It's your duty!"

At her words, Tassa rose from her seat.

“Cease!" she screamed.

“Fuck off!" Vargas shouted, and in that instant, Kara felt his hot, beating tip touch the wetness of her nethers. His paws gripped tight at her hips, and he bucked to thrust into her.

Before he entered her, Yiraf, the wolf on her right, released her arm, and out the corner of her eye, she saw him shove Vargas to the ground. Obviously startled, Rantan released her other arm, and Kara fell forwards, before rolling over into a foetal position to watch the confusion as the three of them stood up.

“Traitor!" Vargas shouted, as he lurched to his footpaws, but Yiraf stood firm.

“You were ordered to cease! Don't make me strike you again!"

Kara's heart was racing, while she gulped down great lungfuls of air. She pushed herself to the press-up position, then climbed to her feet, taking the time to lower the hem of her dress back over her legs. When she had regained her breath, she looked back up to her family's perch.

“You," she yelled, before pointing at her mother, “you bring me here talking of duty, yet you fail in your own!"

“She does not wish to see her daughter in distress," her step-father replied, to a nod from Tassa's husband.

Kara placed her paws on her hips.

“Then I shall make it easy for her," she said. “If I am to have my rank-by-birth thrust upon me against my will, then I exercise the rights of that rank. I demand an Ancestral Trial of Flesh!"

A collective wail of surprise emerged from the crowd at this twist of fate, and as they simmered down, Kara could hear a few of them asking others what she meant.

Kara's step-father turned to her mother.

“Surely you don't intend to grant this request?"

Her mother did not answer right away. She turned back towards the arena in her chair, and raised her eyes to the sky.

Kara panted, praying to the goddess that she had caught her in her own maze of duty and obligation.

“She has that right," her mother sighed, rising from her chair. “There will be an Ancestral Trial, as she wishes." She turned to a nearby guard and said some words under her breath, and as she did so, the portcullis raised. The guards from earlier marched through, and came to surround Kara.

“Kara," her mother said, effecting a regal voice, “you will be given a sleeping tincture, and henceforth, be taken from this place to a place where our ancestors hunted as feral creatures. Now our males shall hunt [i]you[/i]. If you remain unmated for seven days and nights, I will consider you free of your duty, but know this," her mother's voice took on an angry edge, “out in the forest, there will be no quarter. If one of these males catches you, then you will be his plaything until he is done with you. Remember, when that happens, that I offered you better."

Kara glanced around at the wolves she had left bloodied and broken, noticing Vargas. Out of his dark fur, his entire cock was already sticking out of his sheath, rock-hard and glistening. He looked like he was about to explode from sheer frustration.

“We'll finish this out in the wild," he said, with a pout. “Mark my words, I will put pups in your belly."

Kara stuck her tongue out at him.

“Go jerk off," she sneered.

From somewhere in the crowd, for the second time tonight, she heard one wolf laugh at her jibe.

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