Initiate

Cassia had never been more aware of every muscle in her body. She clenched her fists as Antonia withdrew, her trial coin ringing off of the stone floor. The sensation was exquisite ****, Antonia's cunt clinging to her cock like it didn't want to let go, like they'd been made to fit together and separation was an act of ****. In fact, Cassia’s cock involuntarily made chase before she took back its reigns.

They both groaned.

"Sorry," Cassia gasped.

"Don't be." Antonia's legs were trembling as she stood, her dark curls plastered to her forehead with sweat. "That was- I mean- wow."

Cassia looked down. Her cock was slick and glistening. Antonia quickly gathered her thoughts before turning around and helping Cassia off her chair. Antonia’s eyebrows rose higher and higher as each of the twelve, glistening, inches were revealed that were inside of her friend.

"Ugh, we made it." Cassia felt herself gape after escaping such a monster.

"We made it," Antonia agreed.

Portia was already on her feet. She didn't look at them. She was grinning at Gold mask with an intensity that bordered on worship.

Gold mask surveyed the three of them.

"You have demonstrated poise under duress. You have maintained balance when your bodies screamed for release."

She paused.

"You have proven yourselves worthy."

The robed figures along the walls began to move, converging toward the center of the chamber. Cassia's heart hammered. Antonia reached for her hand, and Cassia took it without thinking.

"Rise," Gold mask said, and her voice had changed somehow, become warmer, almost maternal. "Rise, not as aspirants of the Order of the Sacred Shaft, but as true initiates."

And then the robed figures began to applaud.

It was not the polite, restrained clapping of a Senate session. It was genuine, enthusiastic, almost joyful. Hands came together in rhythm, and Cassia heard whistles, cheers, a futa’s voice shouting "Well done!" from somewhere in the crowd.

Antonia laughed, a bright, giddy sound. Portia pounded her chest with her fist, grinning from ear-to-ear. Cassia allowed herself a small, satisfied nod.

As she stood there, semi-naked, flushed and still dripping Antonia's arousal down her thighs, she felt something bloom in her chest. Pride.

The applause faded.

Gold mask raised both hands, and the chamber fell silent.

"You have been tested," she said. "You have not been found wanting. But understand this, initiation is not the end of your journey. It is the beginning. The Order will watch over you. The Order will challenge you. The Order will expect greatness from each of you, in whatever form your gifts allow."

She reached up.

Cassia held her breath.

Gold mask's fingers found the clasp at the back of her head. The golden face tilted forward, caught in her hands, and then...

She lifted it away.

The face beneath was striking. Golden hair, flowing and perfect, like spun metal. Golden eyes, sharp and knowing, swept across the five initiates with an expression that might have been approval, or assessment, or both. Her features were aristocratic, beautiful in the way a blade was beautiful, all elegant lines and dangerous edges.

Senator Decima Aurelius.

Cassia paled.

"Welcome, initiates," Decima said, and her voice was the same voice that lectured Cassia on the benefits of the hierarchy, the same voice that smiled at her across the classroom and asked about her mother's health with such studied casualness. "Welcome to the Order of the Sacred Shaft."

Decima's golden eyes found Cassia’s. Held them. That smile curved across her lips, the same smile that had made Cassia's skin prickle in every politics lecture.

Of course, Cassia thought, the realization hitting her like a physical blow. Of course, someone like Decima would be part of a society like this. Secret rituals. Phallic worship. A network of powerful futanari wielding influence beyond the Senate's reach. This is exactly the kind of thing Decima would kill to be a part of.

Decima turned to address the room.

"Honored sisters," she said, and her voice carried easily in the sudden silence. "Tonight we have witnessed something remarkable. These three before us have shown us the future of our Order, and I, for one, am eager to see what they become."

Shouts of agreement rippled through the assembled members.

"Let it be recorded that Aspirants Laeta, Scaeva, and Longwood have completed their Trials to the satisfaction of the Circle. Let them be welcomed as true initiates, with all the rights and responsibilities that status confers."

More applause, even louder this time.

Decima turned back to the three of them. Her golden eyes swept across each face in turn.

"The hour is late," she said. "And you have been through much. Go. Cleanse yourselves. Rest. Tomorrow, you will wake to a new world, one in which you are no longer merely students of the Academy, but agents of something much larger."

She stepped back, her robes billowing around her like blood.

"The Order will be in touch with you soon."

And just like that, the tension broke. Robed futa swarmed forward, offering congratulations and soft woolen robes to cover their almost nakedness.

“Well done. Well done.” Cassia heard someone say as she felt her hand being shaken, her shoulder being clasped, and her back being slapped, simultaneously.

Cassia recognized most of the faces present, mostly due to them being all academy staff members. Alumni members from outside the academy didn't attended the initiation trials, or so it seemed.

After being celebrated, the night drew to a close, and the initiates were escorted toward the door that would lead them back to the Academy grounds.