The Ritual
My anatomically accurate scaled fox and wolf characters
I'd forgotten to post the completed version of this one. This one comes with a short story that describes Taeli's predicament. This one may be a little bit darker than some of my work, and may not be for everyone.
CW: Bondage, Nonconsensual, size difference
The Ritual
The Packlord strode into the center of the stone circle, the hemp rope pulling taught at the prisoners wrists and sending the small fox stumbling to keep up. The rest of the pack remained at the boundary of the circle, gazing on as their leader approached the lone figure in its center.
The goat stood silently, fully nude save for a few leather, bone, and precious stone trinkets and jewelry, and a small neck knife handing in a sheath between her breasts. Her woolly fur was stained with red pigments in various patterns and designs all around her, and she held a small clay jar.
The areas of her fur not covered in paint reflected bright white like the surrounding snow under the light of the full moon above. If the cold of the taiga night bothered her, she didn’t show it.
Taeli, even bundled as he was in his woolen tunic and thick ruana atop his thick winter pelt, shivered. Perhaps that was more due to his predicament, captured and bound by these towering monsters, and being led into some unknown.
The Packlord came to a halt before the goat witch, giving one final yank on the rope, and sending Taeli tumbling forward into the snow.
“I come seeking the blessing of the great huntress.” His deep growl of a voice sent the small fox’s fur bristling as he clumsily pushed himself up to his feetpaws with bound wrists.
The stoic womans eyes considered the packlord for a moment before she finally spoke.
“Tyoma, First Hunter and Chief of the wolf clans. The huntress demands to witness an act of domination, of predation, to prove you are a hunter worthy of her blessing.”
Taeli yelped as a massive paw scruffed him roughly and lifted him off the ground, holding him out like a rabbit being presented for a stew. His tail curled around him defensively, though it would provide little protection.
“I present my prey. The heir to the enemy of my people.”
The witch nodded, the trinkets dangling from her black horns chiming together with the action. “The prey must be anointed.”
The great wolf moved Taeli to face him, snarling at the small fox as his free paw came up and grasped the front of his tunic and ruana cloak, claws digging into the fabric as he shredded it down the front, before dropping the small fox into the snow, clad only in his small clothes and surrounded in the tatters of his fine royal attire.
Before the fox could react, he felt himself yank back as even his small clothes were yanked away, before he was scruffed by the thick fur around his neck again, presented fully nude to the witch.
The fox curled in on himself, hiding behind his thick fluffy tail. The witch gazed upon him, before unstoppering the small clay jar in her hand. She dipped two fingers into it and withdrew them covered in a deep black pigment.
“Resign yourself, prey.” She spoke, and Tyoma gave a deep rumbling growl in the fox’s ear, causing him to go limp in the wolfs grasp.
The witch began mumbling something in a tongue Taeli couldn’t comprehend as she proceeded to smear that dark pigment into the fox’s white fur, drawing spirals around his shoulders and rump and down his arms and thighs. She then encircled his sheath between his legs before painting a curling shape opening upward to a peaked line around his belly before stepping away.
She then unraveled straps of leather cordage braided with iron rings, turquoise, silver, and onyx beads from her forearm and began wrapping them around each of the fox’s limbs, including the base of his tail. She finally looped and tied a length of this cording around the fox’s neck loosely, so that it draped about his torso.
Finally, she stepped away, turning back to Tyoma. “You must perform your act before you are anointed. Restrain your prey.”
Tyoma dropped Taeli back to the snow before drawing long iron stakes from his hip pouch. He kneeled over the fox, who was still struggling to right himself in the snow, before grabbing each limb and pressing a stake through the leather straps bound around them, until the fox was bound spread on his paws and knees. Taeli then felt his tail lift roughly as the Packlord tied a strip of leather between the straps on the base of his tail before looping it through the iron ring braided through the straps around his neck and pulling it taught.
Taeli was completely restrained, back arched and tail pulled forward, forcing his rump up before the large wolf.
Behind the fox, Tyoma began to remove his war kilt, dropping it to the snow and kneeling once again behind the fox, now completely naked.
Realization dawned on Taeli as fear and other—surprising—and unexpected stirrings overtook him.