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As far back as he can remember, Jeff has wanted nothing more than to participate in a welcoming ceremony, where newborn members of society are welcomed into society by select males who have passed the trials to prove themselves worthy of the honor and responsibility. Now at last, his opportunity has finally come.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Jeff grew up in an anthropomorphic goat society where the primary commandment is that the orgy must last forever. As far back as he can remember, Jeff has wanted nothing more than to participate in a welcoming ceremony, where newborn members of society are welcomed into society by select males who have passed the trials to prove themselves worthy of the honor and responsibility. Now at last, his opportunity has finally come.", "writing": "The Welcoming Ceremony\n\n(c) 2021 Jack Doe. All characters belong to their creator. Do not distribute without all copyright notices and disclaimers intact.\n\nWriting this story does not constitute endorsement of the events depicted herein by the author. Readers are explicitly discouraged from engaging in any activities that are illegal or harmful to themselves or others.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nJeff fidgeted restlessly in his seat. Glancing at the clock, the 15-year-old goat groaned silently as the teacher droned on.\n\n``Jeffrey, are you paying attention?'' the observant teacher asked, raising an eyebrow.\n\nJeff huffed.\n\n``I know you're excited about your trials this evening, but history is important, too,'' she chided him, though the faint smile she gave him gently reassured him that she understood.\n\nThe bell rang at last, and Jeff threw his notebook and pencil into his backpack and rushed for the door.\n\n``Jeff, stay a moment,'' his teacher said.\n\nThe teenager squeezed his eyes closed and let out an audible groan. ``Miss Peters,'' he protested, turning to face her.\n\n``A word of advice,'' the teacher told him as the last of the class filed out. She put her hands on his shoulders. ``Take a deep breath,'' she said, ``And then let it out. You're wound so tightly right now that your trial partner will definitely notice. Remember: this trial is about how well you satisfy her, and if you come off as being in a hurry to tick a box, you'll fail.''\n\nJeff sighed and nodded, taking the breath and letting it go.\n\n``I'm so nervous,'' he admitted.\n\nHis teacher laughed. ``Don't be! You've certainly satisfied me many a time. You know what you're doing; you just have to relax and let it happen. I promise you: if you just let everything happen naturally, you'll pass with flying colors.''\n\nJeff gave a rueful smile and nodded. ``Thanks, Miss P.''\n\n``Anytime,'' the teacher replied. ``You can make it up to me after your trial.''\n\n``You're going tonight?''\n\nThe teacher looked shocked. ``Of course! I take my duties to the gods seriously, as should we all,'' she said sternly. Chuckling, she added, ``Besides, what better way to blow off steam?''\n\nJeff grinned. ``It's a date, then.''\n\n``Pass or not?'\n\nJeff gulped. ``Let's hope pass, but...yeah, I guess.''\n\n``That's the spirit. Now, go on; you don't want to be late!''\n\n*************\n\nJeff took another deep breath, remembering what his teacher had told him. She was right, of course: getting nervous now was not going to help his chances at all. Even if he could hide it from whomever his trial partner was going to be, he'd still be shooting himself in the foot when it came time for the other part of the trial. Part of him was tempted to sprint a few laps around the temple to try to blow off the insane energy he felt, but he figured going in smelling like wet goat before he even started probably wouldn't help his chances any, either.\n\nHe ascended the multitudinous steps up to the temple, its marble columns standing impossibly high above him as he passed through the door into the darkened interior.\n\nThe smell of sex and wet goat hit him like a brick wall, yet far from offensive, it smelled somehow comforting. He paused a moment and inhaled the scent deeply. On some days, he could tell from the smell who all was doing his or her duty, but no odors struck him as particularly familiar. Shaking his head to get himself focused on the task at hand, he turned off to the right and stood in front of a long line of coatracks projecting from the wall. Putting his backpack down beneath one of them, he deftly stripped off his shirt to reveal a lithe, youthful torso. Short, white hair covered his lightly rippling abs, and gray hair covered the rest of his chest, face, and arms. Stepping out of his shorts and underwear, he hung them and his shirt on the coatrack, took another deep breath of the heady air, and then turned and headed into the mostly dark space, punctuated by widely spaced braziers that cast long, orange shadows on the writhing, moaning figures spread throughout the temple.\n\nJeff hesitated. Ordinarily, he'd go straight in and find someone to mate with - he'd been doing it since he was big enough to walk - but today was different. He knew that his trial was today, but the trials themselves, while not private per se, were held with so little fanfare that a dozen people could be having theirs at any given moment, and the other participants would be none the wiser. As such, he didn't know what to expect. Would someone tell him who his trial partner was? Was he supposed to just do as he usually did?\n\n``Ah, here you are. Right on time,'' a voice said softly behind him, barely audible over the quiet moans of pleasure that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere in particular.\n\nJeff turned to see one of the priestesses and immediately lowered his head in deference before raising it again to look at her. ``Arly,'' he said. ``I'm, um, not sure how the trial starts.''\n\nThe priestess smiled and nodded once. ``Come,'' she said.\n\nLeading him back to the coatracks, she bade him stand and watch as she tugged on part of her revealing robe. The light tug made the fabric fall apart, wafting to the floor like a silk boa and revealing her youthful body. Though roughly twice his age, she had stayed youthful and vivacious, arguably due to the nearly constant sexual release. Jeff swallowed and licked his lips, feeling his sheath stirring slightly. Lifting her arm, Ary took up the fabric, draped it airily over one of the coatracks, and then turned to him. He offered her his arm, which she took with an approving nod, and he escorted her out into the main part of the temple once more.\n\nTheir hooves clacked on the marble until they came inside the space surrounded by braziers. Here there was soft, thick, waterproof padding underfoot. The smell of sex and wet goats here was overpowering, and as Jeff held the priestess's arm as she knelt and then lay on the mat, he felt his hormones kicking into high gear.\n\nThe orgy had been going for centuries without interruption. Furs came to perform their duties and then went back about their daily lives, but there were always at least a dozen couples on the floor making their offering to the gods. The gods commanded it in exchange for prosperity, and they had never failed to deliver on their end of the bargain. Legend had it that sometime around six centuries ago, the orgy had lapsed, and with it, deadly famine, disease, and natural disasters ravaged the civilization. Many people died, and the survivors were quick to resume the orgy, a feat made more difficult by the painful swelling and rashes everyone had developed. Anxious not to have a repeat of that event, the civilization had entrusted the continuation of the orgy to a few priests and priestesses who could, at a moment's notice, keep things going if the last of the commoners had to leave. \n\nIn addition to their last-resort duties, the priests and priestesses also administered the trials, which judged whether a male was ready to participate in the birthing ceremony. To be selected to participate was a great honor, but with that honor came the most important responsibility, and one could not be selected until he had first passed his trials. Jeff did not remember his own birthing ceremony - how could he, after all? - but he had witnessed countless ones since then and had always known that there was no greater gift he could give than to participate, to welcome his new brother or sister - or, perhaps soon - son or daughter into the community.\n\nArly gestured for Jeff to join her, and he fluidly lay next to her, propping his head on his hand, his elbow on the ground as he watched her intently.\n\n``Jeffrey the Gray,'' she said, spreading her legs and sensually running her fingers from her groin up her chest to cup her breasts before letting her arms fall to her sides. \n\nAs she spoke, one of the priests approached and lay on Jeff's other side. Jeff nodded to the naked priest - probably of similar age as Arly was - as his nose picked up on the scent of the older male's arousal.\n\n``To pass the test, you must demonstrate that you can bring Travis and me to orgasm. You may use your mouth, fingers, and penis, but you are not to use any foreign objects,'' Arly instructed. ``You are not to ejaculate until told to do so, and once commanded to do so, you shall ejaculate within ten seconds. You may bring us to orgasm one at a time in whatever order you choose; you need not try to do both at once. Your trial begins now.''\n\nWith that, she and Travis lay still on their backs, passively waiting for Jeff to engage them.\n\nThe ring of finality with which Arly had said her final words had made Jeff's stomach lurch, and he felt an almost overwhelming urge to pounce on the nearer of the two without delay. He forced himself to take a deep breath. Nice and slow, he reminded himself, letting the breath out shakily.\n\nGetting them off was not really an issue; he'd been in threesomes before, and a good time was always had by all. The more challenging part was how passive they were, lying there looking up at him expectantly but not offering any hints. Of course, this was part of the test. If invited to participate in the birthing ceremony, the newborn would not be able to offer him any advice, either, but that didn't absolve him of his responsibilities. But, as Jeff thought about it, he realized that he had never mated with either of these two before, and that meant that he didn't have the insight into what they liked that he did with, say, Miss P. He was going to have to figure it out - and fast - while keeping his cool and being ready to ejaculate at a moment's notice.\n\n``Ladies first,'' he said, smiling faintly and leaning over to straddle Arly. The scent of her sex made him extend fully from his sheath, yet as desperately as his teenage hormones wanted to ram balls-deep inside the source of that intoxicating smell, he instead settled for letting his quivering prick drool precum down onto her fur as he took his hand and gently traced the outline of her jawline, made it to the side of her neck, and then traced down through her cleavage, down her soft underbelly, and grazed around her mound, deliberately missing the sensitive lips and clitoris.\n\nHer expectant look softened. Her lips parted, and her legs squirmed ever so slightly. Jeff smiled faintly to himself and repeated the motion with his other hand, letting his hand move even more slowly and deliberately and eliciting an open-mouthed sigh and a shudder.\n\nJeff's fingers moved once more, circling the priestess's areola before gently stroking it a few times. Her eyes closed, and her head ruined to the side, baring her neck and making her chest heave. It was then that Jeff made his move. His mouth came down, and his lips and tongue found the little nub of nerves she'd just exposed on her neck. She gasped sharply and moaned, her legs now pressing tightly together. A new scent hit Jeff's nose. Unlike the general scent of female before, this one was far more rewarding and a better aphrodisiac to him: the scent of her arousal.\n\nHe tongued her neck a few times, making waves of goosebumps raise and lower the hair on her arms, and then he moved down to one of her breasts. Taking it in his mouth, he pressed his tongue to the nipple, rubbed it a few times, circled it, and then sucked on it. The priestess moaned once more, and her arousal grew strong in Jeff's nose. His own arousal was now a steady trickle of precum pooling on her from his throbbing, aching member. As she breathed and squirmed, the puddle moved this way and that before finally making its way towards her groin.\n\nFeeling his balls beginning to tighten, Jeff closed his eyes and did what he'd learned to do all those months ago: think of things to distract him from his imminent orgasm. Graphic violence and gore had proven good tools to delay the inevitable, and he had been creating a mental anti-spank bank for situations just like this one. As a few nauseating images flashed into his head, he cringed and quickly regained control. His balls relaxed, and he continued on.\n\nMoving down her body, he let his dexterous lips tease and tickle her belly fur before arriving at her groin. He had deliberately denied her direct pleasure before, and he did so now, too, letting a slow stream of hot air from his nostrils warm the sensitive flesh but delaying her gratification. Her body writhed under him, and she let out an audible, pleading whimper. Jeff smirked. It was time.\n\nHe pressed his tongue out and ran it over the trembling labia, painting a warm, wide swath over her sensitive flesh but not attempting to penetrate her folds. He repeated this several times, and each time, she squeezed her legs together tightly, only to spread them again invitingly. At last, he finally pressed his tongue a little more firmly and slipped inside of her.\n\nAn abrupt moan from the priestess and a flood of hot fluids into his mouth told Jeff he'd passed this part of the test. He swallowed, drinking her down and then opened his mouth to seal his lips around her womanhood. Licking her firmly and beginning to suck against her, he flicked her clit with his tongue a few times and earned himself another gush of fluids. The priestess moaned loudly and squirmed to get away, but Jeff moved with her, licking her a few times more until she released a third gush into his mouth.\n\nI think I've proved my point now, he thought. Though he would have enjoyed continuing to make her orgasm again and again, he remembered that he still had more of the trials to perform and couldn't afford to lose control by getting carried away. Reluctantly, he released the seal around her pussy , gave her a final graze of the fingers over her well-sated flesh, and then rolled off of her to focus his attention on Travis.\n\nThe older goat had apparently been watching, for when Jeff straddled him, Travis's semi-erect penis was already giving off a thick scent of arousal. The smell was so pungent that Jeff had to once again conjure images of graphic violence and gore to hold his own orgasm at bay. Taking a few quavering breaths, he re-centered himself and got to work. \n\nThe slow build-up with Arly had been fun, but years of sex with horny old goats had given him the hunch that Travis might like something a little more to the point. Besides, with Travis already half-hard, it would be a shame to waste the opportunity. He gave the goat a tantalizing caress down the neck and side and then scooted down between Travis's spread legs. With one hand, he lifted the billy's ponderous balls while letting the fingers on his other hand trail down to graze the sensitive underside. Travis grunted, and a short jet of watery pre spurted from his growing prick. Jeff started, surprised, but then smiled to himself. It was, he thought, easier to tell when males were excited than females.\n\nLeaning forward, he teased the leaking tip with his lips a few times before slipping it into his mouth. His tongue could feel Travis throbbing in his mouth as the elder goat quickly grew to full size. Jeff backed off, keeping only the tip in his mouth and making the priest moan with anticipation. Travis's back arched, his hips desperately trying to thrust into Jeff's mouth, but Jeff continued to edge him closer and closer, now taking another few inches and stroking up and down along the underside of Travis's shaft with his tongue. Travis let out an eager moan, and as Jeff at last took the billy's whole member into his mouth and caressed his balls with his tongue, Travis bleated and Jeff tasted the hot spurt of billy seed go down his throat. He swallowed it with a subtle, satisfied smirk, and then fluidly pulled off the spent goat so as not to overstimulate him.\n\nOnly then did he realize what a mess he himself had made. As he sat backwards, he felt something hot and wet between his legs and looked down in shock to see that he'd made a massive pool of pre on the mat. But, though the taste of the goat's semen had pushed him nearly past the breaking point, he had not ejaculated.\n\n``Well done,'' Arly said quietly.\n\nStartled, Jeff turned to see that she had rolled over onto her side to watch. She beckoned, and he carefully moved out from between Travis's legs, leaving a drooling trail of pre as he went.\n\n``You have passed the first trial. But, as you are a preer, the second trial will be more difficult for you than for many,'' she said with a hint of apology in her voice. ``Preers have been granted a gift from the gods and are expected to share their gift with each newborn they attend. This next part will measure the amount of gift you have been given. Come and feed me. Remember: you are not to ejaculate until you are told to do so.''\n\nShe lay back down, passive once more, and Jeff moved up beside her head. Gently rolling her to face him, he presented his prick to her mouth. Her lips explored his tip inquisitively, and then she abruptly latched on. Jeff's eyes bulged as she swallowed about an inch of his extremely sensitive cock, and he nearly came then and there. Gritting his teeth and letting out a desperate groan, he summoned all the horrible images he could imagine at once and narrowly avoided disaster. \n\nPanting, he realized he'd made fists of his hands and forced himself to relax even as the priestess's mouth sent thrill after thrill shooting up his spine. The amount of suction she mustered was shocking to him; he had never been sucked so hard before, and her rapid, seemingly desperate cadence made it hard to resist giving her what she clearly wanted. \n\nJeff felt a mild itching at the tip of his glans and realized that he'd started preing again. Almost instantly, the priestess's sucking changed. Rather than fast, shallow sucks, she changed to a slow, deep sucking that made Jeff's eyes roll back in his head and his hips thrust gently in rhythm. He closed his eyes and felt the pre being drained from him one slow, deliberate suck at a time. His mouth opened, and he let out a soft, contented sigh.\n\n``It is time,'' Travis said from behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. ``Give her your seed.''\n\nJeff's eyes snapped open, and as if a light switch had been turned on, he felt his balls suddenly heave. A twinge at the base of his skull mirrored the one he felt deep in his scrotum. His breath caught, and with a soft bleat, he felt his balls begin to spill their contents into his prick. As if triggered by the sudden change in taste, Arly's sucking changed cadence, now alternating between quick and shallow and slow and deep. Sweat broke out all over Jeff as he felt his seed being drained from him by the greedy priestess.\n\n``Do not pull out,'' Travis said in his ear. ``Give to her every last drop.''\n\nJeff whimpered, the priestess's eager movements painfully intense on his draining cock, but he did as told, balling his fists and gritting his teeth once more as she sucked him dry. Yet just as he thought he was about finished and was about to cry out in pain, he suddenly felt his balls shudder again. Shocked, he opened his eyes and looked down at his member in confusion. But before he could formulate the question he felt brewing in the back of his mind, he let out an involuntary groan and began to pump another load of jism into her eager throat. He did not see the look she and Travis exchanged; his eyes had closed once more, and he was basking in the feeling of his first-ever double-orgasm.\n\nAt last, the priestess had had her fill, and she slowly released his prick, which rapidly retreated into his sheath to come to terms with what had just happened. Jeff slowly opened his eyes, feeling both exhausted and euphoric, to see that she had sat up and Travis had moved beside her.\n\n``Did I - did I pass?'' Jeff asked once he was able to form words.\n\nThe two exchanged glances and then nodded. \n\nJeff's face lit up. ``R-really?'' he asked.\n\nThe two grinned and nodded again. ``You have exceeded expectations,'' Arly told him.\n\n``So, does this mean I can finally participate in a birthing ceremony?'' Jeff pressed eagerly.\n\n``Yes,'' Travis replied. ``You have indeed been gifted by the gods, and I expect that you will be asked to participate often. Our last preer passed away recently, and we take this as a sign that perhaps you are meant to replace him.''\n\n``That you are multi-orgasmic is also telling,'' Arly continued. ``With a little training, you may be able to service multiple newborns back-to-back. Indeed, you have much to offer our community.''\n\nJeff reeled at the information. It was like a dream come true: not only would he be able to do the thing he'd spent his whole life preparing for, he'd also be able to do it often.\n\n``Go now,'' Arly told him. ``Go and make your offering to the gods. We will let you know when it is your time to welcome a newborn.''\n\nJeff staggered to his feet, thanking them both profusely. Walking on wobbly legs and still too stunned to believe what was happening, he made his way among the rutting couples in search of Miss P.\n\n``Good news, I take it?'' a voice said behind him.\n\nJeff turned, and a broad grin spread over his face. ``Better than I could have imagined,'' he said.\n\nMiss Peters took him by the hand and led him to an open space on the floor. They lay next to each other, and Jeff relayed what had happened.\n\n``The new preer, huh?'' Miss Peters asked, a coy smile coming over her face. ``I'm very proud of you. I look forward to being your first after finding out.''\n\nJeff grinned, and they moved up to embrace. Jeff's lips met hers, and they kissed passionately, their bodies sidling up to each other and beginning to writhe against each other. Far from the rigid, almost clinical nature of his trial, sex for Jeff was usually just like this: unscripted, passionate, and intense. Despite having just orgasmed twice, his prick slid eagerly from its sheath and quickly found Miss Peters's entrance. They both gasped in pleasure as he slid into her, and her legs wrapped around his, pulling him in deeply. Heavy breathing and moans of pleasure escaped their mouths as their tongues explored each other, and the two's hips began to rock together, pressing his sensitive tip against her sensitive g-spot. Pre and vaginal fluids mixed to make a heady, slippery mess between their legs that made soft smacking sounds with each rock of the hips. As his arousal and hers grew, the smell of their mixed fluids intensified, and those couples near them able to smell it began to breed even more fervently, their sexual and religious zeal intensified by the passionate couple.\n\nThey came together, their coital fluids punctuating the air with pungent finality. Their bodies tensed, and throbbing member and squeezing womanhood shuddered in the moment as they basked, breathless, in their mutual orgasms. It lasted for what seemed like a very long time, yet neither of them wanted it to end. At last, relieved and overcome with spiritual passion, they relaxed their grip on each other and rolled over onto their backs, sweaty, leaking fluids, and deeply satisfied.\n\n``Miss P?'' Jeff asked.\n\n``Hmm?''\n\n``Do you think this time, maybe you'll...?'' he trailed off, not wanting to sound ungrateful.\n\nHis teacher rolled over and caressed his face. ``I already am,'' she said.\n\nJeff gasped, brightening. ``Really? I had no idea!''\n\nShe nodded. ``It's been a couple of weeks now. It's a girl. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to make you nervous for your trials, but now that they're over, I'' - she gave him a significant look - ``I hoped you'd pass today because I really want you to participate in her birthing ceremony.''\n\nJeff's eyes widened. Speechless, he did the only thing he could think to do in the moment and embraced her, kissing her passionately. It didn't matter whether the newborn was his or not; with the never-ending orgy and each person having countless partners, it was impossible to know. What mattered was that he would get to welcome Miss P's newborn, something that at that moment, he wanted more than anything else in the world.\n\n*************\n\nIt had been a week since his trial when Jeff was approached by one of the priestesses. He had been making his offering with one of his classmates, a smaller billy who preferred the company of other males, and as soon as they had finished, the priestess had tapped him on the shoulder.\n\n``If you will follow me,'' she said quietly, ``We're expecting the newborn any minute.''\n\nJeff gasped, got a thumbs-up from the billy he'd just sated, and then nodded nervously. His stomach churning with anticipation, he followed the priestess towards the very back of the temple, a place he had never been before.\n\nDisappearing behind a wall of thick curtains, Jeff found in front of him a marble tub filled with lightly scented rosewater. He looked at the priestess uncertainly, and she bade him step in. He did so and sighed in contentment, feeling the warm, soothing water working up his legs, submerging his genitals, and then working its way up his chest and shoulders. The priestess was immediately joined by two priests and another priestess, and before Jeff really knew what was going on, they had scrubbed him down head to hoof, putting extra emphasis on his sheath, balls, and penis. The whole experience was, to Jeff, positively lovely, but as the priestess helped him out of the tub, only then did the faint hint of astringent hit his nose and give away what it was all for.\n\n``The newborns are helpless when they come into this world,'' the priestess explained, wrapping Jeff in a towel. ``As the first to feed them, the males must be very clean so as not to give them an infection before their immune systems have developed.''\n\nWith help from the others, the priestess thoroughly dried Jeff's fur and then turned him to face the curtains back into the temple.\n\n``Touch no one but the infant,'' the priestess warned. ``He has not had his colostrum, yet.''\n\nWith that, the priests opened the curtains, and the priestess escorted Jeff back out into the main room of the temple. The braziers had been stoked to provide more light, and the birthing table had been moved out into the center of the room. On it, lying on his back on a pile of warm blankets, was the newborn. Jeff looked down at him in awe as the naked goat looked up at him and squirmed uncertainly, the stump of his umbilical cord listing off to the side and the kid's tiny sheath and balls on full display.\n\n``The infant is born,'' the priestess announced to the group of onlookers, while in the background, the ongoing orgy continued relentlessly on. ``His mother has provided him warmth and comfort these last few weeks. As the gods have commanded, we now ask that you, Jeffrey the Gray, welcome him into the world, granting him both his first sustenance, nursed from your loins, and his first pleasure, sprung from his loins by your tender ministrations. Will you do this as the gods have commanded?''\n\nJeff flashed back to the first birthing ceremony he remembered witnessing. While he surely was present at his own, the first one he remembered was when he was around three. He had been fascinated by the whole event: the reverent tones reverberating through the temple, the bright lights illuminating the welcoming table, the handsome male who had been asked to give his offering that day. In his mind's eye, Jeff remembered how patient the male had been as toddler-Jeffrey had stood on his tiptoes to peer at the newborn girl and watch from his front-row seat as the male had gently fingered her. He remembered vividly how she had squirmed, writhed, and then shuddered and cooed as her tiny body experienced its first orgasm. He remembered, too, how eagerly she had latched onto the male's penis, itself nearly as long as she was, and how surprised yet eager she had looked when the male granted her that first mouthful.\n\nSnapping back into the present abruptly, Jeff swallowed hard, realizing that all eyes were now on him, that it was up to him to do for this young billy what that male had done so many years ago for that little nanny. While he had wanted this so badly his whole life, the responsibility weighed heavily on him now that it was here. Swallowing hard and offering a prayer to the gods that he would do right both by them and the newborn, he nodded assent. The priestess nodded her acceptance.\n\n``Remember your trial,'' she whispered to him. ``That was practice.''\n\nShe stepped back, leaving Jeff alone at the welcoming table with the newborn kid.\n\nRemembering how the male had done when he was a kid himself, Jeff did not waste time with small talk or baby noises.\n\n``Hello, little one,'' he said quietly as he stepped up to the welcoming table, his sheath and balls suspended above the baby's feet.\n\nRemembering how he had done with Arly and Travis, he reached down and stroked the newborn's neck. The newborn squirmed. Jeff moved his fingers down to graze the newborn's side and reached up with his thumb to circle the newborn's tiny nipples. This was met with both a perplexed look and a surprised sigh of pleasure. Encouraged, Jeff trailed his fingers down the infant's snow-white belly, around his umbilical cord, and lightly caressed his infantile genitals. The baby cooed, and his tiny sheath stirred. The tiniest little red penis, no larger than the tip of Jeff's pinkie finger, slid out of the baby's sheath in stark contrast to the white background.\n\nUnlike Travis, whose penis was immense by comparison, this baby's penis was far too small to attempt to grab, and Jeff knew immediately what he needed to do. Vaguely aware that he was still being watched by countless eyes, he knelt in front of the welcoming table and lowered his mouth to the infant's groin. The baby kicked lightly and squirmed at the unfamiliar touch, but as Jeff's tongue slid over and around his penis, the infant's toes curled into balls, and his hips attempted with undeveloped muscles to thrust feebly forward. The newborn's malehood was essentially devoid of taste or scent; those glands would take many years to develop and begin producing their intoxicating musk. There was something innocent and pure in that infant's blandness, and Jeff felt a great upwelling of emotion - an intense desire to give this infant the most wonderful welcoming he could muster.\n\nHis mouth caressed and stroked the little billy's member, and he reached up with both hands to lightly tickle the boy's nipples. Though the infant's sensitive nerves had not yet developed fully, he cooed and momentarily relaxed in Jeff's mouth. With his other hand, Jeff reached beneath the billy's tail and lightly stroked his virginal anus.\n\nThe infant shuddered at the touch, and his whole body went limp. Jeff froze, not quite sure what had happened. It took him several seconds to realize that after all these years of waiting and preparing, he had at last achieved his goal. On realizing it, he felt tears of joy come to his eyes, but he hurriedly pushed them back. He could revel in the moment later; for now, his job was only half-done.\n\nGently letting go of the infant's tiny prick, he rose slowly to reveal his own excitement to the congregation. There were quiet gasps at how freely the precum oozed from his prick, drizzling on the welcoming table as he moved into position. Gently turning the newborn onto his side, Jeff moved his prick within range of the tiny mouth. \n\nThe infant kid sniffed at the offering, and then without warning, latched onto it. Jeff's leg twitched involuntarily, kicking out behind him in shock at how wet and warm the little mouth was on his twitching member and how eagerly it sucked. If Arly had seemed intent, this seemed positively frenzied, and despite the amazing experience so far, Jeff found himself imagining all manner of horrible things as he tried to forestall his orgasm. He had at last gotten himself under control when he looked down at the infant, who glanced back up at him with imploring eyes.\n\nJeff's heart melted, and as he gently supported the infant's head to allow him to take a little more of Jeff's prick, he reached down with his other hand to stroke the goat's buttocks and anus with his free hand. As the baby's sucking slowed and deepened to draw a steady stream of pre from Jeff's malehood, Jeff lightly spread the baby's legs and began to fondle his little sheath. As before, the baby's tiny prick emerged, and Jeff licked his finger then used a slickened digit to rub the baby's glans. Once more, the infant tried unsuccessfully to thrust, but Jeff gave him the benefit of the doubt and began to stroke the sides of the little penis with his thumb and forefinger. \n\nJeff had been so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't notice the passage of time. At last, the priestess touched his shoulder.\n\n``If it please you, you may feed him as soon as you're ready; his body is young and feeble, and we mustn't keep him waiting much longer.''\n\nJeff did a double-take, then nodded.\n\n``All right, little one,'' he said quietly. ``Time for you to receive your first meal.''\n\nHe ran one hand soothingly over the kid's forehead while giving his genitals one last stroke. Granting himself permission, he felt his balls tense and their contents spill into his penis. The baby's eyes opened in surprise at the new taste, and just as Arly's had done, his sucking became irregular and unpredictable, giving Jeff's body a jolt of enthusiasm that set his balls to work, pumping hard and fast.\n\nAs if triggered by his benefactor's generosity, the baby suddenly shuddered again, and a tiny drop of precum escaped his penis before being absorbed by his damp fur. His swallowing subsided, and at last, he let go of Jeff's penis and fell into a deep, contented sleep.\n\nFor his part, Jeff took a step backwards, staggering a little bit, and looked at the priestess, who nodded and smiled. The newborn's mother was brought forward, and the baby was placed in her arms at her breast to let him drink his colostrum as soon as he was ready. The onlookers dispersed, some of them going back to the mat to give their offerings to the gods while others collected their clothes and prepared to go about their days. The braziers were dimmed, and things went back to normal. Jeff stood there feeling a mix of pride, relief, and deep gratitude.\n\n``Very well done, Jeff; you'll be a fine welcomer for our little girl.''\n\nJeff turned to see Miss P looking at him. Though only a week had passed, the nanny's gestation was short, and her abdomen was already swollen with her child. At that moment, Jeff's emotions got the better of him, and through unrestrained joyous tears, he bred her more passionately than he ever had before.\n\n*************\n\nIt was not long thereafter when the moment had come. Miss P was not in class, and Jeff knew immediately that the time was drawing near. As soon as class was over, he hurried to the temple and sought out one of the priestesses.\n\n``You're just in time,'' the priestess said. ``We were about to summon you.''\n\nThey hurried to the back and got Jeff's body properly bathed and dried, then passed through the curtains and up to the brightly lit welcoming table. Jeff stopped short, his breath taken away.\n\nThere was no question of it: the baby nanny lying nude on the table had his mother's eyes - those eyes Jeff had lovingly looked into countless times - and his gray fur and white, oval-shaped belly patch.\n\n``Say hello to your daughter,'' the priestess whispered, her eyes twinkling for just a moment before turning to address the audience.\n\nEverything else disappeared from Jeff's mind. Stepping up to the table, his mind hazy with awe, he reached down to stroke the nanny's head. She reached up and grabbed his finger, and he froze, stunned by just how real everything suddenly seemed. His daughter - the first of many, he hoped - had just grabbed his finger, and the surge of paternal love he felt was nearly impossible to contain.\n\nPerhaps by chance - or, more likely, by a miracle - he began to welcome her just as the priestess indicated he should, for he had not heard a single word she'd said. His hand moved lovingly over her face, tickled her chest, and elicited a giggle, a coo, and a squirming of her tiny legs. He knelt beside her, nosed her pussy gently, and then began to slowly and passionately lap at her clit. His tongue occasionally slipped lightly between her labia, eliciting a stream of delighted babble. \n\nThe more excited she grew, the more desperate Jeff became to give her a truly wonderful welcome. Racking his brain, he realized what he must do. He would give her the ultimate gift. He had, admittedly, never seen it done before, but there was nothing that said he couldn't, and at that moment, he wanted nothing but the absolute best for his daughter.\n\nReluctantly pulling his mouth from her groin, he stood slowly and moved her blankets closer to the edge of the welcoming table. Her legs kicked playfully, and he beamed down at her as he gently guided himself between them.\n\n``Welcome to the world, little one,'' he said softly.\n\nThere were impressed gasps from the onlookers - it had been years since the last time a male had gone to this length to welcome a newborn - and as Jeff's prick slipped gently between his daughter's folds, she suddenly became very still and quiet, a look of utmost ecstasy on her face as he carefully sought out and rubbed her tiny, tiny g-spot. Slipping deeper into her, he painlessly broke her hymen and pushed as deeply as he could go without hitting her cervix, the sensation spreading her labia around him and eliciting a satisfied grunt. Once he found the limit, he began to stroke into her passionately but gently, rubbing her sensitive areas and urging her on towards her first orgasm.\n\nHe brought his lips to hers and kissed her passionately, and as she felt her father's tender touch, she suddenly let out a soft squeal. Her body went rigid, her back coming completely off the ground as her little limbs were racked with orgasm. Jeff's eyes widened as he felt her tiny sex squeezing the tip of his member, and he had to bite his lip to avoid feeding her her sustenance in the wrong end. Her body relaxed abruptly, collapsing on the table, and though he was careful to pull out her gently, Jeff's member sent another, miniature orgasm surging through her as it grazed her clit on the way out.\n\nSlick with his daughter's juices, Jeff's prick glistened in the light as he brought it to her face. Tenderly rolling her onto her side, he offered his malehood to her. When she latched on, it wasn't the desperate sucking that Arly and the first newborn Jeff had welcomed had done. It seemed, rather, almost grateful, as if even at this young age, she knew that she had been given a gift that most did not receive and wanted to show her appreciation for it. As she nursed her father, it was tender, gentle, even intimate, and for his part, Jeff resolved to let her have as much of his pre as she could stand. She nursed him for well over an hour, and all the while, he continued to fondle her labia, to grant her a mini-orgasm here and there as often as he could. \n\nAt last, Jeff felt the time was right, and with an affectionate brush of the hair between her ears, he allowed his testes to release. Softly whimpering in relief, he closed his eyes, rested his weight on his arm leaning on the table, and sighed contentedly as his daughter slowly drank everything he had to offer her, even finding in himself a second orgasm to feed her as well.\n\nWhen she had finally consumed the last drop, Jeff slowly pulled his member from her mouth, kissed her tenderly on the lips, and then stepped back to let the priestess take over. Miss P came forward and collected their daughter, and as the onlookers dispersed, Jeff came up to her. They embraced warmly with their daughter between them.\n\n``Thank you for giving her such a warm welcome,'' Miss P said, looking up at Jeff with moist eyes. ``I could not have asked for anything better.''\n\nJeff nodded, kissed her tenderly, and then was led away to give his offering with one of the other teachers. It was everything he had hoped, and he could not be happier.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Welcoming Ceremony

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Jeff fidgeted restlessly in his seat. Glancing at the clock, the 15-year-old goat groaned silently as the teacher droned on.

``Jeffrey, are you paying attention?'' the observant teacher asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jeff huffed.

``I know you're excited about your trials this evening, but history is important, too,'' she chided him, though the faint smile she gave him gently reassured him that she understood.

The bell rang at last, and Jeff threw his notebook and pencil into his backpack and rushed for the door.

``Jeff, stay a moment,'' his teacher said.

The teenager squeezed his eyes closed and let out an audible groan. ``Miss Peters,'' he protested, turning to face her.

``A word of advice,'' the teacher told him as the last of the class filed out. She put her hands on his shoulders. ``Take a deep breath,'' she said, ``And then let it out. You're wound so tightly right now that your trial partner will definitely notice. Remember: this trial is about how well you satisfy her, and if you come off as being in a hurry to tick a box, you'll fail.''

Jeff sighed and nodded, taking the breath and letting it go.

``I'm so nervous,'' he admitted.

His teacher laughed. ``Don't be! You've certainly satisfied me many a time. You know what you're doing; you just have to relax and let it happen. I promise you: if you just let everything happen naturally, you'll pass with flying colors.''

Jeff gave a rueful smile and nodded. ``Thanks, Miss P.''

``Anytime,'' the teacher replied. ``You can make it up to me after your trial.''

``You're going tonight?''

The teacher looked shocked. ``Of course! I take my duties to the gods seriously, as should we all,'' she said sternly. Chuckling, she added, ``Besides, what better way to blow off steam?''

Jeff grinned. ``It's a date, then.''

``Pass or not?'

Jeff gulped. ``Let's hope pass, but...yeah, I guess.''

``That's the spirit. Now, go on; you don't want to be late!''

*************

Jeff took another deep breath, remembering what his teacher had told him. She was right, of course: getting nervous now was not going to help his chances at all. Even if he could hide it from whomever his trial partner was going to be, he'd still be shooting himself in the foot when it came time for the other part of the trial. Part of him was tempted to sprint a few laps around the temple to try to blow off the insane energy he felt, but he figured going in smelling like wet goat before he even started probably wouldn't help his chances any, either.

He ascended the multitudinous steps up to the temple, its marble columns standing impossibly high above him as he passed through the door into the darkened interior.

The smell of sex and wet goat hit him like a brick wall, yet far from offensive, it smelled somehow comforting. He paused a moment and inhaled the scent deeply. On some days, he could tell from the smell who all was doing his or her duty, but no odors struck him as particularly familiar. Shaking his head to get himself focused on the task at hand, he turned off to the right and stood in front of a long line of coatracks projecting from the wall. Putting his backpack down beneath one of them, he deftly stripped off his shirt to reveal a lithe, youthful torso. Short, white hair covered his lightly rippling abs, and gray hair covered the rest of his chest, face, and arms. Stepping out of his shorts and underwear, he hung them and his shirt on the coatrack, took another deep breath of the heady air, and then turned and headed into the mostly dark space, punctuated by widely spaced braziers that cast long, orange shadows on the writhing, moaning figures spread throughout the temple.

Jeff hesitated. Ordinarily, he'd go straight in and find someone to mate with - he'd been doing it since he was big enough to walk - but today was different. He knew that his trial was today, but the trials themselves, while not private per se, were held with so little fanfare that a dozen people could be having theirs at any given moment, and the other participants would be none the wiser. As such, he didn't know what to expect. Would someone tell him who his trial partner was? Was he supposed to just do as he usually did?

``Ah, here you are. Right on time,'' a voice said softly behind him, barely audible over the quiet moans of pleasure that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere in particular.

Jeff turned to see one of the priestesses and immediately lowered his head in deference before raising it again to look at her. ``Arly,'' he said. ``I'm, um, not sure how the trial starts.''

The priestess smiled and nodded once. ``Come,'' she said.

Leading him back to the coatracks, she bade him stand and watch as she tugged on part of her revealing robe. The light tug made the fabric fall apart, wafting to the floor like a silk boa and revealing her youthful body. Though roughly twice his age, she had stayed youthful and vivacious, arguably due to the nearly constant sexual release. Jeff swallowed and licked his lips, feeling his sheath stirring slightly. Lifting her arm, Ary took up the fabric, draped it airily over one of the coatracks, and then turned to him. He offered her his arm, which she took with an approving nod, and he escorted her out into the main part of the temple once more.

Their hooves clacked on the marble until they came inside the space surrounded by braziers. Here there was soft, thick, waterproof padding underfoot. The smell of sex and wet goats here was overpowering, and as Jeff held the priestess's arm as she knelt and then lay on the mat, he felt his hormones kicking into high gear.

The orgy had been going for centuries without interruption. Furs came to perform their duties and then went back about their daily lives, but there were always at least a dozen couples on the floor making their offering to the gods. The gods commanded it in exchange for prosperity, and they had never failed to deliver on their end of the bargain. Legend had it that sometime around six centuries ago, the orgy had lapsed, and with it, deadly famine, disease, and natural disasters ravaged the civilization. Many people died, and the survivors were quick to resume the orgy, a feat made more difficult by the painful swelling and rashes everyone had developed. Anxious not to have a repeat of that event, the civilization had entrusted the continuation of the orgy to a few priests and priestesses who could, at a moment's notice, keep things going if the last of the commoners had to leave.

In addition to their last-resort duties, the priests and priestesses also administered the trials, which judged whether a male was ready to participate in the birthing ceremony. To be selected to participate was a great honor, but with that honor came the most important responsibility, and one could not be selected until he had first passed his trials. Jeff did not remember his own birthing ceremony - how could he, after all? - but he had witnessed countless ones since then and had always known that there was no greater gift he could give than to participate, to welcome his new brother or sister - or, perhaps soon - son or daughter into the community.

Arly gestured for Jeff to join her, and he fluidly lay next to her, propping his head on his hand, his elbow on the ground as he watched her intently.

``Jeffrey the Gray,'' she said, spreading her legs and sensually running her fingers from her groin up her chest to cup her breasts before letting her arms fall to her sides.

As she spoke, one of the priests approached and lay on Jeff's other side. Jeff nodded to the naked priest - probably of similar age as Arly was - as his nose picked up on the scent of the older male's arousal.

``To pass the test, you must demonstrate that you can bring Travis and me to orgasm. You may use your mouth, fingers, and penis, but you are not to use any foreign objects,'' Arly instructed. ``You are not to ejaculate until told to do so, and once commanded to do so, you shall ejaculate within ten seconds. You may bring us to orgasm one at a time in whatever order you choose; you need not try to do both at once. Your trial begins now.''

With that, she and Travis lay still on their backs, passively waiting for Jeff to engage them.

The ring of finality with which Arly had said her final words had made Jeff's stomach lurch, and he felt an almost overwhelming urge to pounce on the nearer of the two without delay. He forced himself to take a deep breath. Nice and slow, he reminded himself, letting the breath out shakily.

Getting them off was not really an issue; he'd been in threesomes before, and a good time was always had by all. The more challenging part was how passive they were, lying there looking up at him expectantly but not offering any hints. Of course, this was part of the test. If invited to participate in the birthing ceremony, the newborn would not be able to offer him any advice, either, but that didn't absolve him of his responsibilities. But, as Jeff thought about it, he realized that he had never mated with either of these two before, and that meant that he didn't have the insight into what they liked that he did with, say, Miss P. He was going to have to figure it out - and fast - while keeping his cool and being ready to ejaculate at a moment's notice.

``Ladies first,'' he said, smiling faintly and leaning over to straddle Arly. The scent of her sex made him extend fully from his sheath, yet as desperately as his teenage hormones wanted to ram balls-deep inside the source of that intoxicating smell, he instead settled for letting his quivering prick drool precum down onto her fur as he took his hand and gently traced the outline of her jawline, made it to the side of her neck, and then traced down through her cleavage, down her soft underbelly, and grazed around her mound, deliberately missing the sensitive lips and clitoris.

Her expectant look softened. Her lips parted, and her legs squirmed ever so slightly. Jeff smiled faintly to himself and repeated the motion with his other hand, letting his hand move even more slowly and deliberately and eliciting an open-mouthed sigh and a shudder.

Jeff's fingers moved once more, circling the priestess's areola before gently stroking it a few times. Her eyes closed, and her head ruined to the side, baring her neck and making her chest heave. It was then that Jeff made his move. His mouth came down, and his lips and tongue found the little nub of nerves she'd just exposed on her neck. She gasped sharply and moaned, her legs now pressing tightly together. A new scent hit Jeff's nose. Unlike the general scent of female before, this one was far more rewarding and a better aphrodisiac to him: the scent of her arousal.

He tongued her neck a few times, making waves of goosebumps raise and lower the hair on her arms, and then he moved down to one of her breasts. Taking it in his mouth, he pressed his tongue to the nipple, rubbed it a few times, circled it, and then sucked on it. The priestess moaned once more, and her arousal grew strong in Jeff's nose. His own arousal was now a steady trickle of precum pooling on her from his throbbing, aching member. As she breathed and squirmed, the puddle moved this way and that before finally making its way towards her groin.

Feeling his balls beginning to tighten, Jeff closed his eyes and did what he'd learned to do all those months ago: think of things to distract him from his imminent orgasm. Graphic violence and gore had proven good tools to delay the inevitable, and he had been creating a mental anti-spank bank for situations just like this one. As a few nauseating images flashed into his head, he cringed and quickly regained control. His balls relaxed, and he continued on.

Moving down her body, he let his dexterous lips tease and tickle her belly fur before arriving at her groin. He had deliberately denied her direct pleasure before, and he did so now, too, letting a slow stream of hot air from his nostrils warm the sensitive flesh but delaying her gratification. Her body writhed under him, and she let out an audible, pleading whimper. Jeff smirked. It was time.

He pressed his tongue out and ran it over the trembling labia, painting a warm, wide swath over her sensitive flesh but not attempting to penetrate her folds. He repeated this several times, and each time, she squeezed her legs together tightly, only to spread them again invitingly. At last, he finally pressed his tongue a little more firmly and slipped inside of her.

An abrupt moan from the priestess and a flood of hot fluids into his mouth told Jeff he'd passed this part of the test. He swallowed, drinking her down and then opened his mouth to seal his lips around her womanhood. Licking her firmly and beginning to suck against her, he flicked her clit with his tongue a few times and earned himself another gush of fluids. The priestess moaned loudly and squirmed to get away, but Jeff moved with her, licking her a few times more until she released a third gush into his mouth.

I think I've proved my point now, he thought. Though he would have enjoyed continuing to make her orgasm again and again, he remembered that he still had more of the trials to perform and couldn't afford to lose control by getting carried away. Reluctantly, he released the seal around her pussy , gave her a final graze of the fingers over her well-sated flesh, and then rolled off of her to focus his attention on Travis.

The older goat had apparently been watching, for when Jeff straddled him, Travis's semi-erect penis was already giving off a thick scent of arousal. The smell was so pungent that Jeff had to once again conjure images of graphic violence and gore to hold his own orgasm at bay. Taking a few quavering breaths, he re-centered himself and got to work.

The slow build-up with Arly had been fun, but years of sex with horny old goats had given him the hunch that Travis might like something a little more to the point. Besides, with Travis already half-hard, it would be a shame to waste the opportunity. He gave the goat a tantalizing caress down the neck and side and then scooted down between Travis's spread legs. With one hand, he lifted the billy's ponderous balls while letting the fingers on his other hand trail down to graze the sensitive underside. Travis grunted, and a short jet of watery pre spurted from his growing prick. Jeff started, surprised, but then smiled to himself. It was, he thought, easier to tell when males were excited than females.

Leaning forward, he teased the leaking tip with his lips a few times before slipping it into his mouth. His tongue could feel Travis throbbing in his mouth as the elder goat quickly grew to full size. Jeff backed off, keeping only the tip in his mouth and making the priest moan with anticipation. Travis's back arched, his hips desperately trying to thrust into Jeff's mouth, but Jeff continued to edge him closer and closer, now taking another few inches and stroking up and down along the underside of Travis's shaft with his tongue. Travis let out an eager moan, and as Jeff at last took the billy's whole member into his mouth and caressed his balls with his tongue, Travis bleated and Jeff tasted the hot spurt of billy seed go down his throat. He swallowed it with a subtle, satisfied smirk, and then fluidly pulled off the spent goat so as not to overstimulate him.

Only then did he realize what a mess he himself had made. As he sat backwards, he felt something hot and wet between his legs and looked down in shock to see that he'd made a massive pool of pre on the mat. But, though the taste of the goat's semen had pushed him nearly past the breaking point, he had not ejaculated.

``Well done,'' Arly said quietly.

Startled, Jeff turned to see that she had rolled over onto her side to watch. She beckoned, and he carefully moved out from between Travis's legs, leaving a drooling trail of pre as he went.

``You have passed the first trial. But, as you are a preer, the second trial will be more difficult for you than for many,'' she said with a hint of apology in her voice. ``Preers have been granted a gift from the gods and are expected to share their gift with each newborn they attend. This next part will measure the amount of gift you have been given. Come and feed me. Remember: you are not to ejaculate until you are told to do so.''

She lay back down, passive once more, and Jeff moved up beside her head. Gently rolling her to face him, he presented his prick to her mouth. Her lips explored his tip inquisitively, and then she abruptly latched on. Jeff's eyes bulged as she swallowed about an inch of his extremely sensitive cock, and he nearly came then and there. Gritting his teeth and letting out a desperate groan, he summoned all the horrible images he could imagine at once and narrowly avoided disaster.

Panting, he realized he'd made fists of his hands and forced himself to relax even as the priestess's mouth sent thrill after thrill shooting up his spine. The amount of suction she mustered was shocking to him; he had never been sucked so hard before, and her rapid, seemingly desperate cadence made it hard to resist giving her what she clearly wanted.

Jeff felt a mild itching at the tip of his glans and realized that he'd started preing again. Almost instantly, the priestess's sucking changed. Rather than fast, shallow sucks, she changed to a slow, deep sucking that made Jeff's eyes roll back in his head and his hips thrust gently in rhythm. He closed his eyes and felt the pre being drained from him one slow, deliberate suck at a time. His mouth opened, and he let out a soft, contented sigh.

``It is time,'' Travis said from behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. ``Give her your seed.''

Jeff's eyes snapped open, and as if a light switch had been turned on, he felt his balls suddenly heave. A twinge at the base of his skull mirrored the one he felt deep in his scrotum. His breath caught, and with a soft bleat, he felt his balls begin to spill their contents into his prick. As if triggered by the sudden change in taste, Arly's sucking changed cadence, now alternating between quick and shallow and slow and deep. Sweat broke out all over Jeff as he felt his seed being drained from him by the greedy priestess.

``Do not pull out,'' Travis said in his ear. ``Give to her every last drop.''

Jeff whimpered, the priestess's eager movements painfully intense on his draining cock, but he did as told, balling his fists and gritting his teeth once more as she sucked him dry. Yet just as he thought he was about finished and was about to cry out in pain, he suddenly felt his balls shudder again. Shocked, he opened his eyes and looked down at his member in confusion. But before he could formulate the question he felt brewing in the back of his mind, he let out an involuntary groan and began to pump another load of jism into her eager throat. He did not see the look she and Travis exchanged; his eyes had closed once more, and he was basking in the feeling of his first-ever double-orgasm.

At last, the priestess had had her fill, and she slowly released his prick, which rapidly retreated into his sheath to come to terms with what had just happened. Jeff slowly opened his eyes, feeling both exhausted and euphoric, to see that she had sat up and Travis had moved beside her.

``Did I - did I pass?'' Jeff asked once he was able to form words.

The two exchanged glances and then nodded.

Jeff's face lit up. ``R-really?'' he asked.

The two grinned and nodded again. ``You have exceeded expectations,'' Arly told him.

``So, does this mean I can finally participate in a birthing ceremony?'' Jeff pressed eagerly.

``Yes,'' Travis replied. ``You have indeed been gifted by the gods, and I expect that you will be asked to participate often. Our last preer passed away recently, and we take this as a sign that perhaps you are meant to replace him.''

``That you are multi-orgasmic is also telling,'' Arly continued. ``With a little training, you may be able to service multiple newborns back-to-back. Indeed, you have much to offer our community.''

Jeff reeled at the information. It was like a dream come true: not only would he be able to do the thing he'd spent his whole life preparing for, he'd also be able to do it often.

``Go now,'' Arly told him. ``Go and make your offering to the gods. We will let you know when it is your time to welcome a newborn.''

Jeff staggered to his feet, thanking them both profusely. Walking on wobbly legs and still too stunned to believe what was happening, he made his way among the rutting couples in search of Miss P.

``Good news, I take it?'' a voice said behind him.

Jeff turned, and a broad grin spread over his face. ``Better than I could have imagined,'' he said.

Miss Peters took him by the hand and led him to an open space on the floor. They lay next to each other, and Jeff relayed what had happened.

``The new preer, huh?'' Miss Peters asked, a coy smile coming over her face. ``I'm very proud of you. I look forward to being your first after finding out.''

Jeff grinned, and they moved up to embrace. Jeff's lips met hers, and they kissed passionately, their bodies sidling up to each other and beginning to writhe against each other. Far from the rigid, almost clinical nature of his trial, sex for Jeff was usually just like this: unscripted, passionate, and intense. Despite having just orgasmed twice, his prick slid eagerly from its sheath and quickly found Miss Peters's entrance. They both gasped in pleasure as he slid into her, and her legs wrapped around his, pulling him in deeply. Heavy breathing and moans of pleasure escaped their mouths as their tongues explored each other, and the two's hips began to rock together, pressing his sensitive tip against her sensitive g-spot. Pre and vaginal fluids mixed to make a heady, slippery mess between their legs that made soft smacking sounds with each rock of the hips. As his arousal and hers grew, the smell of their mixed fluids intensified, and those couples near them able to smell it began to breed even more fervently, their sexual and religious zeal intensified by the passionate couple.

They came together, their coital fluids punctuating the air with pungent finality. Their bodies tensed, and throbbing member and squeezing womanhood shuddered in the moment as they basked, breathless, in their mutual orgasms. It lasted for what seemed like a very long time, yet neither of them wanted it to end. At last, relieved and overcome with spiritual passion, they relaxed their grip on each other and rolled over onto their backs, sweaty, leaking fluids, and deeply satisfied.

``Miss P?'' Jeff asked.

``Hmm?''

``Do you think this time, maybe you'll...?'' he trailed off, not wanting to sound ungrateful.

His teacher rolled over and caressed his face. ``I already am,'' she said.

Jeff gasped, brightening. ``Really? I had no idea!''

She nodded. ``It's been a couple of weeks now. It's a girl. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to make you nervous for your trials, but now that they're over, I'' - she gave him a significant look - ``I hoped you'd pass today because I really want you to participate in her birthing ceremony.''

Jeff's eyes widened. Speechless, he did the only thing he could think to do in the moment and embraced her, kissing her passionately. It didn't matter whether the newborn was his or not; with the never-ending orgy and each person having countless partners, it was impossible to know. What mattered was that he would get to welcome Miss P's newborn, something that at that moment, he wanted more than anything else in the world.

*************

It had been a week since his trial when Jeff was approached by one of the priestesses. He had been making his offering with one of his classmates, a smaller billy who preferred the company of other males, and as soon as they had finished, the priestess had tapped him on the shoulder.

``If you will follow me,'' she said quietly, ``We're expecting the newborn any minute.''

Jeff gasped, got a thumbs-up from the billy he'd just sated, and then nodded nervously. His stomach churning with anticipation, he followed the priestess towards the very back of the temple, a place he had never been before.

Disappearing behind a wall of thick curtains, Jeff found in front of him a marble tub filled with lightly scented rosewater. He looked at the priestess uncertainly, and she bade him step in. He did so and sighed in contentment, feeling the warm, soothing water working up his legs, submerging his genitals, and then working its way up his chest and shoulders. The priestess was immediately joined by two priests and another priestess, and before Jeff really knew what was going on, they had scrubbed him down head to hoof, putting extra emphasis on his sheath, balls, and penis. The whole experience was, to Jeff, positively lovely, but as the priestess helped him out of the tub, only then did the faint hint of astringent hit his nose and give away what it was all for.

``The newborns are helpless when they come into this world,'' the priestess explained, wrapping Jeff in a towel. ``As the first to feed them, the males must be very clean so as not to give them an infection before their immune systems have developed.''

With help from the others, the priestess thoroughly dried Jeff's fur and then turned him to face the curtains back into the temple.

``Touch no one but the infant,'' the priestess warned. ``He has not had his colostrum, yet.''

With that, the priests opened the curtains, and the priestess escorted Jeff back out into the main room of the temple. The braziers had been stoked to provide more light, and the birthing table had been moved out into the center of the room. On it, lying on his back on a pile of warm blankets, was the newborn. Jeff looked down at him in awe as the naked goat looked up at him and squirmed uncertainly, the stump of his umbilical cord listing off to the side and the kid's tiny sheath and balls on full display.

``The infant is born,'' the priestess announced to the group of onlookers, while in the background, the ongoing orgy continued relentlessly on. ``His mother has provided him warmth and comfort these last few weeks. As the gods have commanded, we now ask that you, Jeffrey the Gray, welcome him into the world, granting him both his first sustenance, nursed from your loins, and his first pleasure, sprung from his loins by your tender ministrations. Will you do this as the gods have commanded?''

Jeff flashed back to the first birthing ceremony he remembered witnessing. While he surely was present at his own, the first one he remembered was when he was around three. He had been fascinated by the whole event: the reverent tones reverberating through the temple, the bright lights illuminating the welcoming table, the handsome male who had been asked to give his offering that day. In his mind's eye, Jeff remembered how patient the male had been as toddler-Jeffrey had stood on his tiptoes to peer at the newborn girl and watch from his front-row seat as the male had gently fingered her. He remembered vividly how she had squirmed, writhed, and then shuddered and cooed as her tiny body experienced its first orgasm. He remembered, too, how eagerly she had latched onto the male's penis, itself nearly as long as she was, and how surprised yet eager she had looked when the male granted her that first mouthful.

Snapping back into the present abruptly, Jeff swallowed hard, realizing that all eyes were now on him, that it was up to him to do for this young billy what that male had done so many years ago for that little nanny. While he had wanted this so badly his whole life, the responsibility weighed heavily on him now that it was here. Swallowing hard and offering a prayer to the gods that he would do right both by them and the newborn, he nodded assent. The priestess nodded her acceptance.

``Remember your trial,'' she whispered to him. ``That was practice.''

She stepped back, leaving Jeff alone at the welcoming table with the newborn kid.

Remembering how the male had done when he was a kid himself, Jeff did not waste time with small talk or baby noises.

``Hello, little one,'' he said quietly as he stepped up to the welcoming table, his sheath and balls suspended above the baby's feet.

Remembering how he had done with Arly and Travis, he reached down and stroked the newborn's neck. The newborn squirmed. Jeff moved his fingers down to graze the newborn's side and reached up with his thumb to circle the newborn's tiny nipples. This was met with both a perplexed look and a surprised sigh of pleasure. Encouraged, Jeff trailed his fingers down the infant's snow-white belly, around his umbilical cord, and lightly caressed his infantile genitals. The baby cooed, and his tiny sheath stirred. The tiniest little red penis, no larger than the tip of Jeff's pinkie finger, slid out of the baby's sheath in stark contrast to the white background.

Unlike Travis, whose penis was immense by comparison, this baby's penis was far too small to attempt to grab, and Jeff knew immediately what he needed to do. Vaguely aware that he was still being watched by countless eyes, he knelt in front of the welcoming table and lowered his mouth to the infant's groin. The baby kicked lightly and squirmed at the unfamiliar touch, but as Jeff's tongue slid over and around his penis, the infant's toes curled into balls, and his hips attempted with undeveloped muscles to thrust feebly forward. The newborn's malehood was essentially devoid of taste or scent; those glands would take many years to develop and begin producing their intoxicating musk. There was something innocent and pure in that infant's blandness, and Jeff felt a great upwelling of emotion - an intense desire to give this infant the most wonderful welcoming he could muster.

His mouth caressed and stroked the little billy's member, and he reached up with both hands to lightly tickle the boy's nipples. Though the infant's sensitive nerves had not yet developed fully, he cooed and momentarily relaxed in Jeff's mouth. With his other hand, Jeff reached beneath the billy's tail and lightly stroked his virginal anus.

The infant shuddered at the touch, and his whole body went limp. Jeff froze, not quite sure what had happened. It took him several seconds to realize that after all these years of waiting and preparing, he had at last achieved his goal. On realizing it, he felt tears of joy come to his eyes, but he hurriedly pushed them back. He could revel in the moment later; for now, his job was only half-done.

Gently letting go of the infant's tiny prick, he rose slowly to reveal his own excitement to the congregation. There were quiet gasps at how freely the precum oozed from his prick, drizzling on the welcoming table as he moved into position. Gently turning the newborn onto his side, Jeff moved his prick within range of the tiny mouth.

The infant kid sniffed at the offering, and then without warning, latched onto it. Jeff's leg twitched involuntarily, kicking out behind him in shock at how wet and warm the little mouth was on his twitching member and how eagerly it sucked. If Arly had seemed intent, this seemed positively frenzied, and despite the amazing experience so far, Jeff found himself imagining all manner of horrible things as he tried to forestall his orgasm. He had at last gotten himself under control when he looked down at the infant, who glanced back up at him with imploring eyes.

Jeff's heart melted, and as he gently supported the infant's head to allow him to take a little more of Jeff's prick, he reached down with his other hand to stroke the goat's buttocks and anus with his free hand. As the baby's sucking slowed and deepened to draw a steady stream of pre from Jeff's malehood, Jeff lightly spread the baby's legs and began to fondle his little sheath. As before, the baby's tiny prick emerged, and Jeff licked his finger then used a slickened digit to rub the baby's glans. Once more, the infant tried unsuccessfully to thrust, but Jeff gave him the benefit of the doubt and began to stroke the sides of the little penis with his thumb and forefinger.

Jeff had been so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't notice the passage of time. At last, the priestess touched his shoulder.

``If it please you, you may feed him as soon as you're ready; his body is young and feeble, and we mustn't keep him waiting much longer.''

Jeff did a double-take, then nodded.

``All right, little one,'' he said quietly. ``Time for you to receive your first meal.''

He ran one hand soothingly over the kid's forehead while giving his genitals one last stroke. Granting himself permission, he felt his balls tense and their contents spill into his penis. The baby's eyes opened in surprise at the new taste, and just as Arly's had done, his sucking became irregular and unpredictable, giving Jeff's body a jolt of enthusiasm that set his balls to work, pumping hard and fast.

As if triggered by his benefactor's generosity, the baby suddenly shuddered again, and a tiny drop of precum escaped his penis before being absorbed by his damp fur. His swallowing subsided, and at last, he let go of Jeff's penis and fell into a deep, contented sleep.

For his part, Jeff took a step backwards, staggering a little bit, and looked at the priestess, who nodded and smiled. The newborn's mother was brought forward, and the baby was placed in her arms at her breast to let him drink his colostrum as soon as he was ready. The onlookers dispersed, some of them going back to the mat to give their offerings to the gods while others collected their clothes and prepared to go about their days. The braziers were dimmed, and things went back to normal. Jeff stood there feeling a mix of pride, relief, and deep gratitude.

``Very well done, Jeff; you'll be a fine welcomer for our little girl.''

Jeff turned to see Miss P looking at him. Though only a week had passed, the nanny's gestation was short, and her abdomen was already swollen with her child. At that moment, Jeff's emotions got the better of him, and through unrestrained joyous tears, he bred her more passionately than he ever had before.

*************

It was not long thereafter when the moment had come. Miss P was not in class, and Jeff knew immediately that the time was drawing near. As soon as class was over, he hurried to the temple and sought out one of the priestesses.

``You're just in time,'' the priestess said. ``We were about to summon you.''

They hurried to the back and got Jeff's body properly bathed and dried, then passed through the curtains and up to the brightly lit welcoming table. Jeff stopped short, his breath taken away.

There was no question of it: the baby nanny lying nude on the table had his mother's eyes - those eyes Jeff had lovingly looked into countless times - and his gray fur and white, oval-shaped belly patch.

``Say hello to your daughter,'' the priestess whispered, her eyes twinkling for just a moment before turning to address the audience.

Everything else disappeared from Jeff's mind. Stepping up to the table, his mind hazy with awe, he reached down to stroke the nanny's head. She reached up and grabbed his finger, and he froze, stunned by just how real everything suddenly seemed. His daughter - the first of many, he hoped - had just grabbed his finger, and the surge of paternal love he felt was nearly impossible to contain.

Perhaps by chance - or, more likely, by a miracle - he began to welcome her just as the priestess indicated he should, for he had not heard a single word she'd said. His hand moved lovingly over her face, tickled her chest, and elicited a giggle, a coo, and a squirming of her tiny legs. He knelt beside her, nosed her pussy gently, and then began to slowly and passionately lap at her clit. His tongue occasionally slipped lightly between her labia, eliciting a stream of delighted babble.

The more excited she grew, the more desperate Jeff became to give her a truly wonderful welcome. Racking his brain, he realized what he must do. He would give her the ultimate gift. He had, admittedly, never seen it done before, but there was nothing that said he couldn't, and at that moment, he wanted nothing but the absolute best for his daughter.

Reluctantly pulling his mouth from her groin, he stood slowly and moved her blankets closer to the edge of the welcoming table. Her legs kicked playfully, and he beamed down at her as he gently guided himself between them.

``Welcome to the world, little one,'' he said softly.

There were impressed gasps from the onlookers - it had been years since the last time a male had gone to this length to welcome a newborn - and as Jeff's prick slipped gently between his daughter's folds, she suddenly became very still and quiet, a look of utmost ecstasy on her face as he carefully sought out and rubbed her tiny, tiny g-spot. Slipping deeper into her, he painlessly broke her hymen and pushed as deeply as he could go without hitting her cervix, the sensation spreading her labia around him and eliciting a satisfied grunt. Once he found the limit, he began to stroke into her passionately but gently, rubbing her sensitive areas and urging her on towards her first orgasm.

He brought his lips to hers and kissed her passionately, and as she felt her father's tender touch, she suddenly let out a soft squeal. Her body went rigid, her back coming completely off the ground as her little limbs were racked with orgasm. Jeff's eyes widened as he felt her tiny sex squeezing the tip of his member, and he had to bite his lip to avoid feeding her her sustenance in the wrong end. Her body relaxed abruptly, collapsing on the table, and though he was careful to pull out her gently, Jeff's member sent another, miniature orgasm surging through her as it grazed her clit on the way out.

Slick with his daughter's juices, Jeff's prick glistened in the light as he brought it to her face. Tenderly rolling her onto her side, he offered his malehood to her. When she latched on, it wasn't the desperate sucking that Arly and the first newborn Jeff had welcomed had done. It seemed, rather, almost grateful, as if even at this young age, she knew that she had been given a gift that most did not receive and wanted to show her appreciation for it. As she nursed her father, it was tender, gentle, even intimate, and for his part, Jeff resolved to let her have as much of his pre as she could stand. She nursed him for well over an hour, and all the while, he continued to fondle her labia, to grant her a mini-orgasm here and there as often as he could.

At last, Jeff felt the time was right, and with an affectionate brush of the hair between her ears, he allowed his testes to release. Softly whimpering in relief, he closed his eyes, rested his weight on his arm leaning on the table, and sighed contentedly as his daughter slowly drank everything he had to offer her, even finding in himself a second orgasm to feed her as well.

When she had finally consumed the last drop, Jeff slowly pulled his member from her mouth, kissed her tenderly on the lips, and then stepped back to let the priestess take over. Miss P came forward and collected their daughter, and as the onlookers dispersed, Jeff came up to her. They embraced warmly with their daughter between them.

``Thank you for giving her such a warm welcome,'' Miss P said, looking up at Jeff with moist eyes. ``I could not have asked for anything better.''

Jeff nodded, kissed her tenderly, and then was led away to give his offering with one of the other teachers. It was everything he had hoped, and he could not be happier.

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