The Rite ........ The past two gruelling weeks were displayed upon the young initiate's appearance and gear alike; her eyes wary and exhausted, constantly stung by the harsh white reflection of the expansive tundra before her. She trudged through the snow, bitter cold air constantly violating the holes, and underlying wounds, of her rough burlap robe. Wordlessly, the two wolven servicaars carved their path through the expanse. The older, larger thegne led with free hands; wearing an intricately patterned robe suitable for the elements, while the younger, smaller initiate carried all the necessary tools and ingredients for survival on her back, her dull and bloodied iron sword hung from her belt, gently patting her leg with every freezing, labored step. Only servicaars displaying the greatest devotion were considered eligible for a position within the royal guard; even if a warrior had slaughtered fifty men or rounded every wanted raider chief in the realm, he or she would still need to complete the rite. The initiate must escort his or her superior thegn across the land, managing food, shelter and safety to their superior to the finest detail, to risk life and limb, and to demonstrate utter subservience to their thegne in a sacred tribute to the Servicae and her chain of command. The journey had been rough, though not as horrid as overheard rumors made it out to be. The skirmishes with bands of what looked to be prisoners, surely sent by high command to test the young wolf's skill in combat, proved to be an easy and somewhat enjoyable repose to the monotony of foraging and cooking she had carried out for her thegne; their cries of suffering and begging words posing a nihilistic contrast to her superior's utter silence and indifference. But that is all there was now. Silence, interrupted only by the sounds of boots steadily snow, accompanied by the painful weight of her pack. Hours of travel passed until the two were met by a welcome change in scenery. A forest of snow capped pine trees lined the horizon, accompanied by small billows of smoke floating behind them.The initiate smiled in relief. Despite losing pounds of weight herself, her thegne strode confidently toward civilization, looking as strong and healthy as she had been at the beginning of their trek. There were only a few miles between the servicaars and a comfortable position within the royal guard. The sun had just set as they made their way through the treeline; the initiate's exhausted step reinvigorated by the spell of pride that flowed through her body as the two traversed the scarcely moonlit forest. "We stop here" the larger wolf barked as she halted her step and turned to face the initiate. "As you wish, my thegne" the young warrior returned as she set her pack onto the frozen ground. "why must we stop?" she thought to herself. "we are a mere mile away from warmth.." Nevertheless, the initiate must obey her command. She set out to building a fire, assembling her superior's tent and sleeping mat, and finally preparing the day's catch on a spit over the fire. The two sat on logs around the crackling inferno, eyes closed, silently offering their prayers to the gods before beginning supper. The larger wolf pulled a small vial from her robe, and sprinkled its contents onto her portions before scarfing down the meat with all the refinement of a starved fieldpeasant. The initiate's eyes darted back and forth from her own meager serving to the unpleasant ravage before her, careful not to catch the thegne's own gaze. Once her animalistic feast had concluded, the larger wolf stared at her lithe subordinate as she finished her small meal. The initiate could feel the weight of her gaze as she rested her plate and utensils on the snow beside her. "Rest now" the large female commanded as she stood and entered her tent. The initiate lifted herself from her log and used her feet to kick a clearing in the snow next to the fire, just large enough to contain her body. She then dragged her pack over. It's contents were rigid and and angled, but it would serve as a pillow just as it had for the many uncomfortable nights she had endured up until this point. The initiate laid and made herself as comfortable as she could. Her heavy eyelids would finally close to rest again, with images of her nonpareil future dancing across them, surely summoning pleasant dreams in their wake. Body warmed by the fire, she drifted off. A firm kick to her rib tore the initiate back to reality. "wake" The large female commands, arms folded beneath her naked bosom. "agh.." The young warrior covers her side in pain before rubbing her eyelids and looking up. "m-my Thegn!!" she gasped in shock at her superior's naked figure towering above her, dressed only in her boots. "You have made it to the final segment, congratulations." The large female said, not with the slightest hint of enthusiasm. "Madam why are you-" the warrior's inquiry is repelled by another kick to the rib. "Not a word more. I have been given the task to raise warriors fit to provide the utmost in service and valor to the nobility. The final gauntlet will not be an easy task to undertake, nor will it ever fade from your memory so long as you shall live. It will, however dull the nerves and suffering of any hardship you shall ever face. You will be broken to the core and then harden like the callouses on your fingers. You may choose to either refuse my invitation and return to regular service, or you may accept and adopt a rank of the highest echelon. Warrior, you have made it this far, do you refuse, or accept?" Still shocked by her first sighting of a naked female, the initiate's thoughts were swimming in confusion. She closed her eyes and shook her head, gathering the clarity to utter the following confidently. "I accept, my thegn!" The larger wolf cracked a smile across her lips, the first time the initiate had seen a proper expression on her face. "So be it then.." Illuminated by the orange glow of the fire, the large female rested her hands on her somewhat protuding stomach. She grimaced as a guttural sound shook through her stomach, ending in a profane flatulance that made the young warrior recoil. "oooh.. perfect timing.." The initiate could only lay still in sickened, confused silence as her thegn planted both of her feet at either side of her upper arms, her muscled legs supporting her large, black hindquarters in a squatting position. The larger female then shuffled her legs apart, affording a scandalous view of her winking, grey anus and sex against the contrast of the white patch of fur that spanned from her stomach, along her nethers, to her tail. The initiate was shocked beyond belief; an act such as this would be enough for the two to be taken from the army and hung for sodomy, though she could only occupy the thought for a short time before the larger woman pushed out a disgusting gust of wind. PPPRRRUUURFTtttT!! "ooohh..." The young warrior jerked her head away and coughed, trying so desperately to rid her lungs of the foul air before inevitably drawing the fetid gas back in. "ACk!! gk! Ahn!!" She heaved in disgust while the larger woman quietly laughed to herself darkly. The initiate gathered the resolve to bear through the gas as she witnessed her own thegns.. unmentionable hole begin to leak a dark liquid, leaving small brown trails on her grey pucker as it dripped onto and stained the chest portion of the warrior's robe. The small female grimaced and shut her eyes, unable to process the horrid display before her. Another audible gurgle could be heard in the bowels in of the larger wolf. The warrior quietly whined and once again observed her thegn's pulsating anus. "Augh by the gods..." the older wolf held her stomach in pain "Open your maw, child.." The initiate sheepishly complied, the corners of her mouth curling into a quivering frown. PPFFttSCHHH!!!! Hot rivulets of fecal juice and crumbs of warm shit shot right into the gaping maw of the defiled initiate, her formerly pale visage stained bythe profane, reeking matter. At once, the taste of her thegn's poorly digested dinner-flakes set her throat ablaze with the burning, putrid taste of her acidic shit. "uUUWAGH!!" The warrior heaved and vomited in her mouth, eyes burning. "hoo... Hgn SWALLOW! The large wolf let out a long, gutteral fart that choked the air, making the initiate cough her vomit up through her lips, the liquid tickling the side of her neck as it ran out of her mouth. She desperately gasped for air, only to be met with that horrible, poisoned gas again that burned her eyes, throat and nostrils. Her gag reflex concedes, and her mouth is once again filled with sour vomit, but the warrior managed to keep it contained, painfully swallowing, while her thegne unleashed another wet fart that rippled her asscheeks, peppering her face in shit fleks. "NGh! now is the true test!" The older woman said with no small amount of joy as she squatted lower. "OPEN YOUR MAW. NOW!" Sniffling and gagging, the warrior did as instructed, dry heaving with every breath. The initiate grimaced pitifully as the larger wolf positioned her fetid, leaking asshole squarely between the initiate's jaws. "DONT YOU DARE COUGH THIS OUT. YOU WILL EAT IT ALL." The initiates eyes widened in disgust when the larger wolf ripped another fart, this time directly into her mouth. The warrior shut her eyes and whimpered at the taste. The temperature around her tongue shifted from warm to sweltering. She squinted her eyes as the large wolf grunted and began to push a disgusting, thick turd into her open maw. When the horrible, rigid brown mass made contact with the initiate's tongue, her body responded by expelling all of her stomach's contents, her sour bile spilling onto her robe and ground beneath her. "huuUUlGhK" But the large wolf persisted. She moaned in satisfaction as she felt her rigid log push up against the back of her victim's maw. She sighed and stood up, looking over her shoulder to observe her handiwork. The initiate lay there sobbing, an impossibly thick, long and hard turd jammed between her jaws. The smell was enough to make the larger wolf hold her nose, but alas, she needed to see this transformation through. She crouched next to the tortured wolf and met her gaze. What a side to behold. Shit juice ran down her cheeks, white teeth sunk in the thegn's unspeakable filth. Her eyes burned with utter hatred and an unending flow of tears. The large wolf smiled. "Chew". The initiate closed her eyes and sobbed gently around the turd in her maw. Slowly, she gnashed the terribly rigid mass between her sharp fangs, unleashing a wave of unholy flavors that quickly overpowered her senses. "UUUwwGK" The large wolf enjoyed her suffering from a safe distance, watching those mighty jaws, the same set who had earned many a glory kill in the arena, crushing her own excrement gave the thegne a joy greater than what she hadsavored from this process with countless initiates before. Getting up from her crouched position, the large wolf noted the initiates progress to this point, valiantly breaking up and swallowing that horrible mess till only half remained. With her bootheel, she crammed the log directly down the warrior's throat, illiciting a desperate, bubbling gag and muted spew of shitvomit from either side of the poor wolf's mouth. Satisfied with her work, the thegn lifted her now soiled boot out of the warriors mouth, crouched, splayed her legs and proceeded to wipe the remnants of filth from her hole with the initiate's robe. She stood and made her way back to the tent, removing her boots and taking special care not to dirty her fingers. As she moved the pelt entrance to her shelter, she took a final look back on the new Royal Gaurd. She lay emotionless, face covered in horrid streaks of muck, shitvomit trickling gently from her nose. The thegn smiled to herself and retired for the night.