Ass-ertive Initiation
by m1911power

“There are rules of course when joining the Convent.” Melina prodded, “No leaving the house drunk. No bringing in outside members into the inner sanctuary. No eating other sisters’ food from the fridge-”

Trace jumped in, a hand rising from her pew, “That’s a big one here.”

“-And you have to flush twice when using the toilet.” she chuckled at that one, “Seriously. These girls need to learn how to clean up after their massive deuces.”

Ori nodded in compliance. He had come to this Convent for enlightenment. This didn’t seem like it, “Some solid rules, although I thought there’d be more religious stuff involved.”

Melina shrugged, the shawl covering her head pulling back and revealing a lock of curly blonde hair, “We are secular sisters in the Convent, and our vows are secular. We can drink and fuck as much as we like to, so long as our commitment is to the Convent and its charities throughout Vera City. Some of the nuns take more solemn vows, but we will not force that on a burgeoning brother of our Convent.”

“However,” Trace stood from the pew she was lounging on. Her shawl was thrown around her shoulders, exposing her beautiful black hair and excitable amber eyes, “There are a few rituals that we must do to consummate you into our little family. After all, the life in the Convent isn’t just given. It must be earned.”

“I’m ready to do it,” Ori replied, standing adamant in front of the sisters, “Just tell me what to do.”

“Very well,” She glanced up and down his body, “Kneel.”

He frowned, “I’m sorry. What?”

“Our Convent is dedicated to the absolvation of disgust.” Melina explained, pulling up her habit to reveal jet black leggings beneath it, “To ensure that our sisters’ hearts are in the right place, we must expose them to the true vileness that humanity can produce.”

“And that means we get to fart on you.” Trace followed suit, pulling up her dress to reveal her skin tight pants riding up her enormous behind.

Ori paled slightly before turning very red. He knelt slowly, hands shuffling towards his , “Oh. I see.”

Melina strutted towards him, her butt waving around at face level. He was almost hypnotized by her clapping cheeks as they set up right by his ear, “If you can withstand our test, then you will be a sworn brother of the Veranese Convent. If not, then we will compensate you for your time and you will be on your way.”

“No second chances.” Trace nudged her butt closer to his face. Ori had to resist leaning towards it and nudging it with his face.

“I understand,” He managed to choke out.

“Very well,” the sisters pulled their cheeks apart, “Then let us begin.”

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Two very different sounds were fired out of both of their behinds, Melina’s fart was ominously silent, passing like a stale wind blowing from a gentle nuclear fallout. It was a deadly concoction, plastering its stench in Ori’s nose like sulphuric paint. He almost gagged immediately.

Trace’s were more flamboyant. Her fart rocketed out of her, blasting his curly hair back with a hefty force. The smell was more tolerable compared to her sisters’ but that didn’t mean it wasn’t rank. His instincts told him to stop breathing in the fart soaked air. But for some reason, perhaps one of inner peace, or even one of carnal desire, he breathed in the gas without any hesitation, a calm expression on his face.

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“How modest of you, sister.” Trace mocked as she glanced back. This fart was longer, and

Melina’s stretched asshole seemed to be preventing any of her expulsions to make noise. Even as she exerted more force, the whooshing simply became louder, and the smell got deadlier

Melina was focused, eyes closed and breathing short, “I must hold the pressure back, lest there be shortcomings no soul should suffer.”

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“Hell on Earth!” She opened her eyes and looked at Trace, who was struggling not to laugh, “Did you shave your ass again? Why are they so loud?”

She giggled as her gas diffused into the chapel, “I’ve been gifted the miracle of a horn. It would be unholy to muffle it.” a grin grew on her face, “Unless it was a holy muffler. A question for you, Ori: Are you holy enough for my ass?”

Before he could answer, she stuffed his nose between her heavy cheeks. The legging did a good job trapping the stench of her asshole, and he was granted an olfactory overload as she grunted.

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A wet fart trumpeted out of her and directly into Ori’s nose, where he sucked it into his lungs with a divine tolerance. It was truly unholy, a miasma sent by demons to test him. But he would not fail. Not after all he sacrificed to get to this point.

Melina pushed her sister off of him, “Bravado gets a sister nowhere. It is the strength and will of a soul that constitutes their character. Ori, you haven’t smelled anything yet.”

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Taking a firm hand behind his head, she slammed him into her ass as she let loose. Steamy gas turned the air even more rancid as Ori struggled to breathe. If Trace’s farts were demons, this was the ninth layer of hell. A hot and noxious fume that beckoned death to him. Any man with less conviction would have ran away, or passed out. But Ori struggled through, his consciousness fading but still in the fight.

Melina broke away, both sisters standing in front of the broken man in front of them. Looking at each other, they gave a naughty glance at Ori before turning around. To be a divine meant to absolve any earthly struggle. To face these and still breathe....Ori looked up at the two looming asses above him. Was this enlightenment?

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They unloaded what they had left on the poor applicant, exposing him to the vileness of humanity. Every second they farted, another bit of conviction was stripped away from Ori’s constitution. He could have fallen right then and there, but he kept awake, his eyes tearing up from sulphur and his nose bleeding from… well it wasn’t just enlightenment keeping him from falling.

When they were finished, the air was almost unpalatable. Toxic to lesser men and women, nobody would be using this chapel for the next couple hours. But before them was no longer one of those lesser men. Ori swayed in his kneeling position as he struggled to maintain consciousness.

His eyes drifted up once more, expecting to see more ass. Rather, he saw the face of a saint, glowing as she extended a hand down to him.

“Rise, Brother Ori.” Melina said with the biggest of smiles. Trace was next to her, a generous, if not mischievous grin plastered on her lips.

Without hesitation, he took her hand.