Order Trial I

Cassia watched as the other robed figures moved through the shadows, extinguishing torches one by one until only a single flame remained, burning in the center of the chamber where a circular basin had been carved into the stone floor.

Cassia hadn't noticed the basin before. It was perhaps fifteen feet across, shallow, the bottom just a few inches deep. From either side, attendants tipped over two large brass cauldrons full of a thick, white fluid, filling the basin.

Even from where she sat, Cassia could smell it. That familiar scent, heady and musky, the same aroma that filled her senses every time she stepped into Proximity Hall. The torches caught the surface of the liquid, making it gleam like pale silk.

Futa cum. Enough to fill the small basin pool.

Her stomach tightened.

"The first trial," Gold mask announced, her voice carrying through the near-darkness, "tests focus. It tests whether you can keep your wits about you when your body begins to turn against you. If you can control your baser urges, or if you will be controlled by them."

She began to pace the edge of the pool, her crimson robe whispering against the stone.

"Scattered somewhere within this basin are twelve phalluses of polished hardwood, each is unique in length and girth. Your objective is to retrieve one of them."

Cassia counted quickly. Twelve phalluses. How many of them were there? She glanced along the row of chairs. Thirteen. Thirteen aspirants. At least one of them would not be going forward.

Cassia was not going to let that someone be her.

"You are only permitted to pick up the dildo using your mouths," she said, "Any aspirant who uses their hands to touch the phallus, their own body, or another aspirant's body, will be immediately eliminated. Any aspirant who fails to retrieve a phallus will also be eliminated."

Her masked face swept across the assembled students, lingering for a moment on each face.

Cassia felt Antonia shift beside her, a subtle movement, the barest reassuring brush of their shoulders. She didn't look at her friend, didn't dare break her focus, but the contact was grounding nonetheless.

"You will enter the pool on my signal," Gold mask continued. "Once you retrieve your phallus, you will bring it to me. And then, and only then, will you be released from your bindings and be permitted to proceed to the second trial."

A pause. The torches crackled.

"Are there any questions?"

No one spoke.

"Then take your positions.” Gold mask gestured for the students to surround the pool.

Cassia's legs felt strange beneath her, not weak exactly, but disconnected, as if her body was moving slightly ahead of her mind. Her bare feet felt almost drawn to the basin.

Focus. My Mantra. Mothers’ training.

But her mothers had never made her wade through a pool of futa cum before.

The aspirants arranged themselves equidistantly around the circular basin. Cassia found herself between Antonia on her left and a tall, athletic futa she didn't recognize on her right. The girl's sleeping shift was already damp at the hem, though she hadn't yet entered the pool. Sweat, Cassia realized. Or…

She's already aroused. We haven't even started.

"Begin!" Gold mask declared.

The pool erupted into motion.

Cassia dropped to her hands and knees, the liquid splashing up, striking her chest, and face. The bottom of the basin was smooth, worn smooth by hundreds of similar trials. She blinked the cum from her eyes and began to search.

Look. Don't think about the scent. Don't think about how it makes you feel. Just look.

The phalluses were scattered across the pool floor, some partially visible in the shallow liquid, others buried completely. She spotted one directly in front of her, a glimpse of polished hardwood peeking through the surface. She lunged for it, but another aspirant was closer, a dark-haired futa whose name Cassia couldn't remember, and the futa’s fingers twitched as if she might grab it before she remembered that she could only use her mouth to pick it up.

The futa dropped her face into the pool, mouth open, and came up sputtering, the phallus clamped between her teeth. Cum streamed down her chin, her neck, soaking into the collar of her shift. Her eyes were wide, wild, and full of victory as she turned to toward the basin's edge.

Fuck. Cassia was hoping to get this over with quickly.

Cassia turned away, scanning the pool's surface. The cum on her face was clouding her vision, getting in her eyes, and every time she blinked she felt it coating her lashes, her cheeks, her lips. Her tongue darted out instinctively, and the taste hit her, salty and creamy and something else, something that made her thighs press together.

Bad Cassia. Don't taste it. Just keep searching you idiot.

A flash of movement to her right. Antonia was crawling through the pool with surprising grace, her green eyes scanning the pool like a merchant assessing a shipment of goods. She moved with purpose, not frantic like some of the others, not frozen like the girl who still knelt at the pool's edge, trembling, her hand hovering over her cock.

Cassia saw Antonia's head dip and come back up with a phallus in her mouth. Eight inches, maybe nine, the dark wood contrasted against it's pale coating. Their eyes met across the pool, and Antonia winked.

Of course. Of course she found one before Cassia. She had always thrived during games like this.

Something ugly and jealous flickered through Cassia's chest, but she pushed it aside, disgusted for even feeling it. There were still phalluses left. She just had to keep looking.

She crawled forward, her knees sliding, her shift bunched around her thighs. Cum splashed with every movement, coating her arms, her neck, the undersides of her breasts. Her nipples were hard now, molded against the wet fabric.

Ignore it. Ignore your body. It's just flesh. It doesn't control you.

But her pussy was slick now, not with the pool's cum but with her own arousal, and she could feel her Unus cock filling, thickening, jutting out in a way that made her want to reach down and stroke it, just once, just to take the edge off.

She didn't. She kept searching.

Another phallus. This one closer, just ahead of her left hand. Six inches, maybe a bit less, the smallest she'd seen so far. She lunged for it, mouth open, and her lips closed around wood just as another aspirant's head collided with hers.

The impact sent stars across her vision. She lost her grip on the phallus, and the other girl, a redhead with feverish eyes, snatched it up before Cassia could recover. The girl's mouth closed around the wood, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked it between her lips, and for a moment she just knelt there, eyes half-closed, a moan vibrating through the phallus and into the chamber.

She's losing it. Cassia realized.

Gold mask appeared at the pool's edge impassively. "Aspirant Asina. Remove yourself from the pool or be eliminated."

The redhead's eyes snapped open. For a moment, Cassia thought she might obey, might drag herself to the edge and complete the trial. But then her free hand, the one not braced against the pool floor, drifted down between her legs. Her fingers pressed against her cum-soaked shift, against the bulge of her sex, and her whole body shuddered.

"I... I can't..." she gasped around the phallus in her mouth. "It feels too... I need..."

Two robed figures appeared at her sides. They lifted her from the pool with impersonal efficiency, her legs kicking weakly, her hand still pressed between her thighs.

"Aspirant Asina is eliminated," Gold mask announced.

One down. But she took a phallus with her. That's one less in the pool. How many are left?

Cassia did a quick count in her head. Twelve phalluses to start. Antonia had one. The dark-haired girl from earlier had one. Two more aspirants were already wading toward the basin's edge, phalluses clamped between their teeth, their faces flushed with more than exertion.

That left eight phalluses for the nine aspirants still in the pool.

Shit.