The darkness of the jungle's night, usually dimly lit by the stars and the periodical moon cycles, was broken by the powerful light of bonfires and torches. A hundred men were assembled, in a big clearing, which they cut out during the day. Gorillas, Monkeys, Lizards, Panthers had worked together and made sure that the place was ready. The occasion was unique, its boons would ensure prosperity for the tribe which hosted the even, and the tribe favored by the Earth Goddess. Boars and Elephants, which lived on the outskirts of the jungle, and had good relations with the jungle tribes, were also present here tonight.

Every subject of tension, every quarrel, from territorial contestations to trespassing on hunting grounds, was put aside tonight. Everyone was happy partying and eating around the bonfires. Everybody was naked, per the tradition: no cloth to hide any weapons. The assembly waited impatiently for the ritual to start, some warriors even tugging at their  'spear' in excitement.
The congregation was circling a person-sized stone altar. Its base was covered in detailed carvings of mythical beasts and deities, with an imposing apian woman sporting enormous breasts as the most prominent figures. There were also hoops dug into the altar's gray mineral, large enough to pass a couple of ropes. One member of each tribe was waiting by the altar. Each of them wore splendid jewelry; an attempt to woo the goddess' envoy and earn his mother's favor.

Finally, a robe-wearing gorilla exited from a small tent at the edge of the clearing walked to the altar, catching everyone's attention.
"The priest!" "The priest is here!" "It's beginning!" "Oh, Goddess, please accept our champion's gift tonight!"
The six persons waiting by the altar bowed respectfully at the Gorilla. Everyone was in high spirits, except the Monkey tribe champion who looked a little anxious.
The priest raised his hands to request silence, which he obtained almost instantly. Without further ado, he began his speech: "Children of the Earth Goddess! I welcome all of you, which came here not with hate and scorn, but in friendship and in thankfulness for our Sweet Mother's love! You know already since that blessed day, eleven years ago, that She had blessed us with the birth of one of her vessels in the Monkey Tribe. A little less than a moon ago, this holy vessel bled for the first time. He is ready!"
The crowd erupted in cheers when they heard the priest's last words. He spoke louder, repeating his message solemnly: "Yes! He is ready! And now, your champions are here, around me, alongside the blessed father of this blessed boy, to gift their seeds to the Mother-of-All and earn her favor. Although her grace can only go to one, She shall magnanimously shower all of us with Her blessings! Truly, a blessed day, it is!"
The priest then turned towards the six males almost drowning in gold, silver and diamond jewelry, doing a roll-call for each of them. He first started by the nervous brown-furred monkey: "Relos of the Monkey Tribe, father of our blessed envoy! Are you ready to give your thanks to our Mother?"
"Y-yes!" Relos answered with a strong voice.
The priest then turned towards the burly silverback gorilla: "Gorek, chief of the Ape tribe! Are you ready?"
"Yes!"
Next was a emerald-scaled lizard: "Quetchak, head hunter of the Lizard tribe! Are you ready?"
"Yesss."
The fourth champion was a panther, his fur as dark as the darkest night: "Silvas, alpha of the Panther tribe! Are you ready?"
Silvas emitted a loud purr as an answer.
Next came the representative of the first outskirts tribe, a fat hog: "Boran, father of twenty-five, of the Boar tribe! Are you ready?"
"Twenty-six. And yeah."
The roll-call ended with the elephant, taller by one head and a half of everyone here, and whose metal earrings tinkled each time his ears flapped the air: "Hesiat, king of the Elephant tribe. Are you ready?"
The king trumpeted his approval, and the crowd cheered him and the other five champions.
"Bring out the vessel!" the priest ordered in direction of the tent.

A small procession walked out from the tent, and headed towards the priest. Two men covered in paint opened the march, pulling with colored ropes a child whose features were covered by a semi-transparent veil. The assistance could only see glimpses of his juvenile face through the gaps of the veil cause by the rope which snared the child's neck. Everyone was awed by the scene; some of them bowed out of religious fervor.
The child arrived at the altar. He have small looks around, though the drape. The priest and his father came to him.
"Come now, child," the priest asked.
"Father, I don't..." the child started whispering.
"No, Remi. Not here, not now," Relos cut his child. "Do you wish to bring shame on our family? Ruin to our tribe?"
Remi swallowed the rest of his complaints.
"Secure him on the altar," the priest asked his assistants.
They removed the veil, showing to the hundred men present the jewel-covered, lithe body of the eleven-year old monkey. Remi put up a brave face, but his eyes were filled with apprehension. The assistants did not let him have second thoughts, though, and had him lie on his back on the altar. Using the colored ropes, they tied him up in a missionary position: writs tied up to the leg-side hoops, pulling them down and forward; legs tied up to the head-side hoops, pulling them against his shoulders and spreading them open. His tail was secured in another loops, preventing Remi from hiding his body. His uncomfortable position showed everyone the gift that the Goddess granted him during his mother's pregnancy: under his boyish maleness, a tight and yet unclaimed vagina led to a womb waiting to be fecundated by a valorous and vigorous male.

"Relos, please pay your respects to the Goddess while we get Her vessel ready," the priest asked. Relos obeyed, and circled the altar, his still soft dick mere inches from his son's face.
Remi looked at his father with pleading eyes; he kept his mouth closed in a last gambit to prevent the ceremony to be performed. This earned him a death glare from the older simian. The child suddenly felt the cold touch of a Goriilla finger, prodding at his feminine orifice. He gasped, and Relos used this opportunity to cram his penis in his son's mouth, muffling the latter's protests. While Remi uselessly pulled at his bindings, the father ground his pubis against his son's face, then humped once his cock grew to a sufficient size. In the meantime, the priest and his aides prepared the boy's deflowering. Their expert fingers stroke and probbed, rubbed and splitted. It was an important task, as his natural lube would be the only thing that the child would have.

Once the priest deemed the hermaphroditic boy ready, he signaled the boy's father to join him. Relos released his son's drooling mouth and ogled at the virgin, half-divine hole in front of him.
"You may begin when ready. You too, Gorek."
The gorilla advanced next to Remi's head, but he did not use it yet. Like everyone, he wanted to hear the boy's new cries of birth. Relos pressed his hips against Remi's thighs. He lined up his member with his eleven-year old child's lower lips and pushed. It was tight, so tight that he shuddered of pleasure while he advanced slowly inside his own son, the broken taboo of incest sending shivers of a spine. The crowd shouted in joy, but another, shrilling cry was louder than the other's. It was the boy's cries of pain as his flower deflowered him. He struggled against the ropes, pulled frantically until they dug into his skin, but to no avail. Once he was completely in, Relos looked at his son's lower belly, barely believing this was happening. Meanwhile, Remi was trying to catch his breath back between two hiccups which made his tears roll down his cheeks. But his rest was short-lived. Gorek crammed his own dick, thicker than his father's, down his throat, while the latter began to pull out and then push back in, aided by the mix of cyprine and virginial blood.

The events passed in a blur of shapes and jewelry tinkling noises. Once his father tensed up against him and came hard inside his own son, the ape champion took his place. His thicker member stretched him further. Quetchak, the Lizard champion, readied his bulbous member in the meantime; it was a strange sensation, because of the shape and because the reptile did not have a nutsack to cram against his nose. The champions relayed each other. Quetchak fucked him almost mechanically, the bulb of his penis stretching his male-herm pussy in and out with each passage. Silvas' penis was lined with barbs. It was not too much of an inconvenient when the panther used the pre-teen's mouth; but when he took his lower hole, their scraping against his now sensitive passage was making him grunt around the boar's cock in his throat. At least, Silvas' mating was smooth and slow; the complete opposite of Boran. The hog rammed his thin but long dick in each orifice it was in. His fat belly smothered Remi when he was facefucking the child, and when he plowed his vagina he could feel it overlapse on his belly.

Around them, the ceremony had devolved into an orgy of food and sex. Everyone was having sex with each other, sometimes forming piles of more than half-a-dozen persons sticking their cocks into someone else's welcoming home.
Meanwhile, Remi felt strange. The pained cries and protests shifted to huffs, and then moans. His body felt funny, as if he was at the edge of something, only waiting for some kind of push. Only one champion remained: Hesiat, the towering elephant.
First, while Boran was still screwing his pussy with wild abandon, the elephant slowly slipped his well-endowed member in the child's mouth. It stretched his mouth, then his throat. Its advance seemingly unending, Remi could feel its throw bulge around the lump of flesh. He gagged several times, the time for Hesiat to pull back. Then it started again, and again. When Boran had finished, and Hesiat was free to use the monkey boy's main hole, the latter was gasping, his face covered with saliva and the spewed back produce of the other men's pre.
The other side looked terrible as well. The mixing of five men's sperm was dripping on the surface of the altar, and there was one remaining.

Remi realized suddenly that, considering the troubles he had taking Hesiat in his mouth, it would never fit down there. He thrashed his bonds once more, but the elephant was already pressing against his not-so-tight pussy. It needed some push, a lot of push, for the head of the elephant's penis to pass inside. The boy's maddened howl was so loud that the nearby orgy enthusiasts stopped mid-coitus. Remi cried for mercy, pulled on the cords until his ankles and wrists began to hurt. It hurt. It felt funny. It felt wrong. Please stop. But Hesiat was a king: short, powerful, unstoppable thrusts dug the way, small advances after the other.
The elephant eventually bumped against the male-herm's cervix. But even then a couple of inches remained. Unacceptable for a king such as Hesiat. He rammed his elephantine cock against the final door to Remi's final door. The cord holding the monkey's left leg snapped under the duress of his desperate pulling; Hesiat simply grabbed the released ankle and, pulling it high in the air, used it as additional leverage until, suddenly, the old king felt something break inside the simian and his royal spear sank down to the hilt inside the warm pile of flesh under him.
Something broke in Remi's mind as well. The almost grotesque stretching of his belly and the breaching of his womb sent an electrical discharge through his body. He came forcefully and hard, his juvenile penis spurting thin ropes of sperm on his heaving chest while his vagina spasmed around the elephant king's penis, which was busy plowing directly Remi's womb, and then depositing his cum directly inside his ovary ducts.

The night had begun in religious fervor, and was now ending in sexual frenzy. Everyone else was having sex and enjoying the night of the ritual, priest included. Meanwhile, the champions took a rest, congratulating each other in sportmanship, while admirring the result of their ardors: a trembling monkey hermaphrodite, his gaping vagina overflowing with thick cum from six different species, which were now pulling in the ground. The monkey was panting, the leg whose binding had snapped was dangling down uselessly. In nine months, tonight's blessings will come to fruition, and everyone shall know the tribe which earn the favors of the Goddess. But for now, the night was still young, and the ritual of fertility far from over.