The Consensual Kink Collection

by Manifest Harmony

The Joining, by Brasta Septim (Ritualistic Orgies)

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Author's Note

By Brasta Septim, who will soon be publishing his own CTS series. Be sure to visit his page and follow him to make sure you don't miss his CTS story when it hits the shelves!

Featuring the Editing Skills of: Pretty Penne, Manifest Harmony, Fuzzy Fabricator, Seraphem, Sepia, Silent Whisper

Contains: Ritualistic Orgies


The Joining, by Brasta Septim (Ritualistic Orgies)

This was it, she knew. Her vigil was almost over.

Amber Bead had observed the rites of the Kindler faith as a visitor many times, but this was the first time she would ever be a participant. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect- well, okay, that was a lie. She knew what to expect, but she was still nervous. Why wouldn’t she be? After all, it wasn’t like she was about to be initiated into the Kindlers through who-knows-what rites.

The pale yellow pegasus had been sitting in this empty chamber, in the stillness and the quiet for hours, staring up at the walls, lit only by the lights of a thousand flickering candles glowing with an unearthly magenta light. It was actually a little frightening at first, being alone in this vast room with no voices, no words but the sound of her own breathing and her heart beating steadily in her chest.

At first, she was tempted to pound on the door and call for one of the others, just to reassure herself there was somepony there watching her. But halfway after getting up to head to the door, she stopped. No, she thought, she had to do this herself. This was meant to be a period of total denial; no music, no talking, no clopping. Just quiet contemplation. So she went back to the soft mat on which she sat, though she still felt anxious. She tried several different positions, before finally simply lying down on her back, staring up at the ceiling. After a while, her heartbeat finally slowed down, her eyes closed for long periods before fluttering back open.

Above her was a vast dome that appeared to be carved out of one large piece of stone, rising as a seamless, unbroken, perfect whole to a point hundreds of feet above her head. Thousands upon thousands of carved faces stared back down from the ceiling at her own, their serene visages giving her some small amount of peace. They were so lifelike, each one of them gazing down with eyes that promised she would get through this, and do so with flying colours. Her forebears, all those who over the tide of the centuries had sworn themselves to the service of the Fire of Devotion, and had been recorded into the very fabric of the chamber itself; a perpetual memory to their legacy, their sacrifices.

Would they approve of her? Amber knew her fellows thought she was worthy enough for this, but would they have thought so? Did she really want to imagine herself being up there one day as well, unmoving eyes fixed on some new initiate preparing to undergo their ordeal...?

She did. She wanted to do this. She was going to do this, no matter what insecurities, what fears slinked out of hiding in the dark corners of her mind. She had agreed to undergo this, and if at any time she wanted it to end, she could simply ring her bell or call out the safeword. She didn’t think she would have to, though. Not now.

Amber closed her eyes, and let the world slow down to a crawl around her, listening to the steady sound of her own breathing.


Untold hours passed steadily, though they may have been years or aeons as far as Amber was aware. It was only when her ears started twitching that her eyes snapped open again. She practically bolted upright, scanning the room several times. Nopony was there, but she could have sworn...

Her ears perked up, and she strained to listen. A... thumping in the distance? No, it was getting more distinct than that. Drums beating in the caverns. Getting closer, too, as if a procession was marching right for the great doors of the chamber. Were her senses failing her, in her tiredness?

She didn’t feel that tired, though. Quite aware, actually. Somepony must have been coming to get her.

Her heart leapt in her chest, equal parts trepidation and giddiness as she rose to her hooves, moving towards the enormous golden door at the far end of the room. This was actually going to happen. The waiting was almost over.

The drums became louder and louder, and with a mighty, almost frightening squeal, the doors slowly swung open. Amber let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding, as cool, fresh air rushed over her as if a breeze was blowing through the caverns. The flame of the candles suddenly intensified, painting the entire room in a wash of magenta. The light shimmered and undulated like an evening sunset reflecting off of a pool of water as Amber had to shield her eyes from the brightness. The light dimmed to a comfortable level soon, and the sound of hoofsteps echoed through the stone halls as Amber took the hoof away from her eyes.

She looked up. A face looked down at hers. Reverend Passionate, Abbess of the Order of Firekeepers. Perfect beauty given flesh and blood, at least to somepony who had been alone for the past night. She took in the golden mitre, the flowing white robe, the brilliant chasuble with the heart-shaped flame embroidered and set with glittering jewels. She wore a smile as radiant as the sun itself, gazing at her with barely-repressed pride as she took in her appearance.

There was a moment of silence between them, before she stepped back a foot, as if surveying a painting in a gallery. Amber’s green eyes met Passionate’s golden ones, watching, waiting, until the priestess gave a barely perceptible nod of her head.

She approved. Amber had passed the test. She swallowed, barely able to resist the urge to fly up to the ceiling, her stomach doing loop-de-loops and figure-eights of joy. She cleared her throat, opening her mouth to speak. “Your Reverence, I-”

Reverend Passionate lifted a hoof to Amber’s lips, smiling. “Shh. Your initiation is about to begin.” The priestess produced a small golden chest and set it before her, the top marked with the heart-shaped flame- the seal of the Kindlers. Amber wasn’t sure what to do, looking hesitantly up at the priestess. Her silent question was soon answered as the chest was opened. Inside sat a small round box and a silver chalice, the bowl engraved with words in a flowing, unknown script, and filled with a bubbling pink liquid.

Amber instinctively started to reach down to touch it, but a stern look from the abbess caused her to quickly jerk back her hoof. There was a shift in Passionate’s gaze, the motherly sternness turning into something considerably less chaste. A small, wicked smile flashed across her muzzle as her eyes scanned across the other mare. Amber shivered a little, instinctively lowering her head so that the only thing in her line of sight was the floor tiles.

“Ersteo.”

Amber practically breathed a sigh of relief, the simple Kindlespeak command exactly what she’d been looking for. Without hesitation, she sank down to her mat, her white robe rustling against the tiles as she laid on her belly. She didn’t dare raise her head yet; not until she was given the order. For now, she was content to stay.

A few moments of silence passed, before the abbess cleared her throat, her tone suddenly solemn and businesslike. “Will you be loyal to the doctrine, discipline, and worship of

this Faith? And will you, in accordance with the canons of this Church, obey your abbot, your abbess, and any other clergy who may have authority over you?”

Amber swallowed, her throat suddenly very dry as she prepared to respond. There was no turning back after this, she knew. But then again, she was actually rather okay with that. “I am willing and ready to do so,” She whispered, the sound just barely loud enough for her Abbess to hear.

“Will you swear to serve the Fire from now until you join your Forebears in death? Will you swear to aid, love and serve your fellow brothers and sisters of the Fire, and to offer yourself to them?”

Dear Celestia, was she. She’d been willing to do so for a very long time now, and frankly, she was getting a little impatient. Still, it would be best to save such exuberant outbursts for after her initiation. “I am ready and willing to do so,” she said a little louder this time, her voice charged with a little more confidence.

There was another solemn pause, before she felt herself being pulled upwards, finding herself eye level with the rich fabric of Passionate’s chasuble. Her hooves cradled her head, strong but not forceful, as she spoke the final words in a gentle whisper. “We receive you into our most sacred order, and mark you with the seal of faith, to keep burning the fires of Devotion from now until your life’s end. Oksteo.

Amber practically shot up from the floor, moving into a kneeling position as she gazed back at her Abbess, her heart brimming with joy as she awaited what would happen next. Passionate chuckled and looking down, slowly lifted the chalice from the golden chest in her magic and guided it to her lips. Amber’s hooves shook as she clutched the base to help her, her lips already parted in the eternal expression of eager communicants. “Aguzleo. Initiate, be Joined to us.”

Starbright. She knew that taste. She knew, as the priestess stepped away from her, that she was going to be in for a lengthy night. Amber gasped a little at the sudden sensation of warmth, utter warmth, like being slowly submerged into a warm bath. Then tingling everywhere. From head to hooves, her every nerve ending felt like it had somepony dancing on it, as her entire body had just suddenly awoken.

No, more than Starbright. The heady glow of Dash was in here, too, feeling a sudden rush of energy through her body. Something else, too. She licked her lips as she caught the faint strawberry taste of Liquid Dovis, subtle but definitely there. Then another sudden wave of warmth gently caressed over her body, though feeling a lot less like sinking into a warm bath and more like a fire glowing inside her and warming her from the inside out.

Every breath she took as she looked around left her feeling more and more excited, the first stirrings of arousal rising, and she hadn’t even been touched yet. More ponies began to step through the doors, all in the same white robes as Amber. They spread out in a circle around her at the very fringes of the room, all of them with eyes locked on hers with curiosity. Amber knew all their faces, their names as she stared back at them. These were the mares and stallions she had studied with for the past several months, living alongside them, worshipping with them, yet not quite one of them. She had always felt like an earth pony trying to grasp the stars; they were always there, but she could never touch them.

No more, she realised. Not after tonight. She would finally be Joined.

Her ears perked up as a low humming began, first on a single note, before the altos joined in a third above, the clarion call of the tenors a third below, the flute-like sopranos soaring to a fifth above, and the basses rumbling at a fifth below. The entire room was filled with harmonies reverberating off the walls, though it was still soft enough to not be overpowering. Slowly, the humming turned to chanting, individual words became distinct, each word repeated over and over and over until she could probably repeat them in her sleep. It was almost like an incantation, designed to subtly enchant newcomers into their clutches. Not that she needed any enchanting- she was more than eager to join them before she had ever got this far. Shudders ran down her spine as the circle of ponies began to move in closer. The drums began once more, rumbling she could feel down to the floor itself, as if it was the very heartbeat of the caverns themselves.

A faint hint of strawberry danced on her tongue once more, and Amber gasped as she was hit with the emotions of everypony around her at once, a collective well of emotion flowing over her like a rolling tide. Some apprehension, but mainly pure, unbridled joy and devotion mixed with lust. Emotions and thoughts not her floated through her head as she caught the gaze of each pony, only stopping as she looked away. This was almost overwhelming to her, her senses and her mind suddenly firing on all cylinders. The smallest sounds, the slightest kiss of a breath of air against her body, was capable of rising her to new heights of bliss, and breathing itself became practically intoxicating.

There was a sudden shift as the others closed in around her, her nose suddenly catching the heady, masculine scent of musk and the lighter, spicier aroma of the mares. It was so hot now, the heat of so many close bodies glistening with sweat, chilled only by the unnatural breeze that blew through the chamber. She shuddered at the first touch, as hooves roved over her body, tentatively at first. Then came the touch of lips on her, some curious and probing, others greedy and possessive, some gentle and loving, but all welcome. Amber gasped as she felt a tongue on the back of her neck, the hot breath of some unknown stallion or mare behind her as they chuckled. Powerful forelegs wrapped around her middle, and after a moment of surprised flailing she found herself pulled down onto her mat, staring up with wide-eyes at the ponies surrounding her.

The white robe she wore was ripped from her as easy as if it were paper, and for a moment she felt, very, very exposed. This worry soon passed, as the others quickly shed their robes as well, casting them aside to reveal themselves in their full, untainted beauty, bare beneath the gaze of mortal onlookers and past forebears alike. Everywhere, she saw a lustful smirk, a stiffening cock slapping loudly against a stallion’s barrel, a slick marehood winking at her invitingly. She didn’t think she could possibly satisfy all of them, but... she would try. Oh, would she try hard.

After all, these were her new brothers and sisters of the Fire. And she had always been a very dutiful little sister.

Before she could make a move of her own, she found herself lifted into the air by forelegs on either side of her, grasping her tightly. Hooves wandered freely down her sides, and she squirmed and spread her legs instinctively as they inched closer to her aching marehood, just begging to be touched. Somepony’s lips were on her throat, her chin tilting up as a trail of wet, hungry kisses were planted teasingly down her trembling chest to her stomach. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she wriggled, unable to move much, but not wanting to either. Then she felt something prodding at her entrance, and she bit back a moan, bracing herself for what she was coming. Her entire body cried out at once for them to do it, her every nerve whimpering in the exquisite agony of unfulfilled desire that she was ready to end.

Then she felt their hips bucking against hers, and her vision went white. By the Fire, this was perfect. Conquering lips captured hers in a passionate, possessive kiss that promised to claim her and not let her go. Another’s lust, another’s yearning snaked through her mind and coiled around her own thoughts, distinct from hers but definitely there, while a warm, very thick cock throbbed and thrusted inside her. It hurt a little at first, to be stretched so much, but it hurt so good. Every slap of their body against hers, every grunt of pleasure, every heated kiss reminded her that she belonged to the Fire now, to them, her brothers and sisters. They were making her one their own, branding the invisible marks of their sacred union deep into her mind with the white-hot iron of pain and pleasure and devotion melded into one, enthralling her, both body and soul.

And yet, she had never felt more free.

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