Tannim's Sacred Talisman or That Plan is Nuts
by tannim
April 1, 2010

	Nobody was in the old abandoned "Official crazy cult host services building".  The last cult hadn't had a meeting since Old farmer Wilson had sacrificed his wife's pet cockroach to the great white non-existent omnipotent Billy Bobby the Billy Goat Beard Brush in the Lettuce Patch... hoping that the great godlike object in his imagination would give him a longer set of nose hairs to piss off his neighbor's wife.  The cult hadn't lasted long.  It had only been a small cult, and the people were upset when they didn't sacrifice enough virgins to draw in tourism.  They didn't tolerate low tourist drawing crazies.

	The dragon tapped on the floor with his foot as he pondered what shape to draw.  He held the ceremonial black chalk thoughtfully then doodled a crude star on the floor and put a circle in it.  After scribbling a few generic rune-like shapes, he scuffed them out.  They didn't look good enough.

	"Bah, it'll do..." The dragon mumbled to himself.

*****

	Later the towns people were awoken to a sound of chanting, through a megaphone into a loud speaker system.  Bleary eyes checked their calenders... nobody had scheduled anything occult for the next three hours at least.  The chanting grew louder, accompanied by a few muttered "this is so stupid"s and "do I HAVE to say that? Fine..." and loud sobbing that sounded more like laughing.

	As it progressed the tempo increased, the speaker sounded dazed, the other voices said "Oh, Shit! It actually did something!" Screams followed, genuine screams.  A real pleading male voice had full control of the speaker as he yelled NO!  A wet squelching noise, a loud piercing and embarrassingly little girl-ish squeal followed.

	People rushed out, grabbing their cameras on the way, and flooded towards the cult building.  The dark temple like structure dominated the south side of the public elementary school not quite in the historic district.  It was a quick run to the place for many, a few had to take the bus.

	When they arrived the building's roof was politely folded upward, making the idea to install a hinge worth the thousands in tax dollars spent on it.  A wide pillar of light towered into the air exactly one kilometer fifty four meters, thirteen millimeters, and two picometers high.  From the edges rose hundreds of tentacles, twenty two hundred forty one by their best accountant's account, all of which were wiggling and waving around in a vaguely threatening manner.

	Attached to one, an equine college student in a fake beard with trousers pulled down to his ankles tugged and fought at the tentacles.  One quite wide tentacle, not quite the size of a two litre soda bottle disappeared under his tail while another, equally wide, disappeared down his erect stud cock.  His eyes were bulged wide in shock.  From below the moans, and in one case, laughter, of his friends could be heard over a tremendous roaring of a shattered dimensional wall.  Cameras flashed, video cameras recorded, the populous laughed as the stallion was violated.

	A dragon walked through the crowd, after an hour of them keeping him out to have a good show.  Wearing a thick robe, his arms crossed, his head bald, he looked like a priest.  His priestly long robes shifted in the wind, or would have if there had been wind.  His tail swished lazily behind him with his slow walk. His wings fanned himself from the summer heat on the fine early spring day.  His balls... drew a lot of glances as they drug along the ground behind him.  While the balls themselves were normal in size, they were fully exposed at the end of a seven and one eighth foot long scrotum.

	By the time he'd gotten to the cult temple grounds the stud had passed out.  The tentacle demon continued invading his limp body, but it seemed to have lost interest.  A second victim had been plucked from inside, a chubby ferret in a black dress two sizes too small for her ample frame.  She was as dazed as the horse had been, though she was enjoying it far more.

	Tannim flung the doors open dramatically, then winced when he saw the damage it did to the paint job when the door knob slammed into the wall.  Damage that would come out of his pay check.  He hurried in anyway, saw the naked seven year old ferret boy strapped to the table covered in blood orange juice.  Stage prop knives were next to him.  He was fully erect and conscious, his feet bound higher than the rest of him with a vibrating massager still pressed to them making him sob with laughter at the tickling vibrations.

	The dragon saw the others, passed out or, in one case, choking and unable to breath due to laughter and the joint still held in his hands.  The summoning pentagram he'd drawn earlier was still there as well.  It was covered in empty beer cans and empty bags of Andy's Hot Fries, but still there.  

	Floating above it, half in the pillar of light at the center, was a huge mass of tentacles.  When they felt his eyes on them they turned their tips towards him.  Tannim walked forward anyway, fearless in the face of imminent violation.  The dragon stopped a few feet from the circle and dropped down to one knee.  He glanced back to the boy and, like all religious figures, drew power from his young sexuality, or at least, that's his excuse for dropping his hand down his robe and touching himself.

	Tannim gripped his penis, squeezed it firmly, then reached lower to grab the base of his scrotum.  While he hauled on that scrotal rope the tentacles waved more vaguely threateningly in his direction.  He hauled on the soft stretchy male length, pulling it out just in time to slap it against a tentacle darting towards his mouth.

	Tannim grunted in discomfort but held firm, both his grip and his position, as the impact numbed the demon's appendage along with making an ache in his own gullet.  He squeezed behind his testicles with his left hand while holding the cords of his unusually long holy pouch in the other.  The dragon's orbs glowed through his sack.  The tentacles grew agitated.  Two darted down to attack.

	Tannim opened his mouth, shouting.  "By the power of my sacred talisman and the seed of my children, well, SOMEBODY'S children, Be gone from this world AND DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOUR ASS ON THE WAY OUT!"

	With the words of command spoken a decorative showy geometrical shape, a heptagon, made of glowing light formed over his balls just as the tentacles jabbed down.  They struck the barrier and a shrieking filled the room.  The boy behind him couldn't shut up with his feet being tickled.  The demon sighed and set the fat ferret and stretched stallion on the ground then muttered to itself and went back through the portal.  The complaints about nutty cults echoing behind it before the ground shook with a thunderous boom.  The door opened again, the last tentacle pulled out, and the portal was sealed after another boom.

	Tannim, satisfied the job was well done, proceeded to fulfill the rest of his duties as a priest of any and all religions.  He pressed his muzzle to the boy's stiff cock, licking and kissing.  He leaned over to kiss the seven year old's feet  after stopping the vibrators.  He held them to his muzzle while drapping his scrotum over the child's muzzle.  A quick push and he popped the cord into the mouth as a surprisingly effective gag. Wrapping it around the boy's head several times he trapped the cub in a very musky bondage before gently slipping his cock into the welcoming anus.

	It was a tight fit, though well lubed from his last lover, and the dragon had no trouble spilling his seed to refresh his power.  He was nearly finished when he heard the door open.  It was too late to flee.  His cock was still in the boy and the people were at the gate.  There was only one thing he could do.  He thrust faster while digging around in his robes for his secret get away.  A moment later, he finished, and hurriedly unwrapped his balls from around the child's head.  He took two steps to the left, tucked his nuts into his pocket, and slipped on a hat covered with stars.

	"He went out the back door, hurry! The damn priest raped that child after he dealt with the demon!" The wizardly shouted.	

	The crowd charged after charged in the appointed direction after seeing the cum leaking out of the boy.  They seemed happier for him being used that way, stereotypes are best maintained for simple people.  The were also quite happy to have a wizard in their midst, especially wizard that was a dragon.  Better to have a dragon deal with a dragon, they knew.  Tannim sighed happily, another demonstration of the power of a hat and stupid people.