Canis Stories: Hero of Eluvaria

The ancient temple was dimly lit, and the chanting of the priestesses all around gave an eerie atmosphere. But she wasn’t afraid.

Misa and six of her shield-sisters stepped forward to the altar that the priestesses surrounded, stopping just in front of it. At it stood the head priestess presiding over the ceremony and several almost nude handmaidens who were specially selected for assisting them. Once the ceremony was completed, the handmaidens would stay with them and further assist them in their duties as Valkyries by accepting their seed and bearing their children.

But none of these truly held Misa’s attention. What she was focused on were the armor and weapons that were stood up at the very center of the altar. They were the tools that she and her shield-sisters had been selected to use at a young age, whose use they had been trained in their whole lives. They had trained, fought, starved, and suffered for this honor, shed sweat, tears, and blood for this very day.

“Shield-maidens, you have been selected to receive a great honor. You have trained hard for many years, fought tooth and nail to receive it, and you have proven yourselves worthy of the final challenge,” said the head priestess. “Should you pass this last test, you shall become Valkyries, protectors of all we hold dear to us.” The priestess stepped down from the altar and went to Misa, looking her dead in the eye. “Shield-maiden, are you prepared to accept this responsibility?”

Misa nodded confidently and replied, “I am, mistress.” She had come too far to turn back now.

The priestess stepped aside and pointed at the armor. “Then go, child. Put on the armor and prove yourself worthy of being a Valkyrie of Eluvaria.” Misa did as instructed and went up to the top of the altar. Two of the handmaidens greeted her there by removing the robe she had worn. Now totally naked, Misa continued to the armor, flanked by the two handmaidens.

The Valkyrie armor looked a lot different than she had expected. The body had the shape of a leotard that exposed the breasts. At the groin was a hole that was clearly built in, about two and a half inches in diameter. The arms consisted of a pair of long gloves that reached halfway up the upper arm. The palms had a pair of bright red jewels embedded in them. A pair of thigh high boots covered the legs. The outside of the whole suit seemed to be made of a sleek, black material that looked almost like glass, but shimmered with magical energy. The inside looked strangely fleshy and Misa could see little tentacles moving around on it.

The handmaidens took the armor pieces off the rack it hung on and brought them back to Misa one at a time, putting them on her. Once the ensemble was complete, Misa couldn’t help but feel a little nonplussed. She was told that once the armor was on, it would conform to her shape and “test her will and endurance,” but so far nothing had happened. The suit seemed too big and hung on her awkwardly. The fleshy insides felt disgusting, like the warm, moist hand of a young child and the little tentacles that popped up tickled. She turned and was about to voice her concern when the suit suddenly shrunk down to an extremely tight size that fit her much too perfectly. It hugged her shape so tightly that she couldn’t even move!

‘Ah… a new wearer…’ Misa heard. She looked around for the source of the voice, but the handmaidens were perfectly silent, as were the head priestess and the other initiates. The only ones talking were the other priestesses, whose chanting and singing was gradually growing louder. ‘…it is a great responsibility you wield… I shall give you the strength to face all challenges before you and protect your people… but only if you prove you have

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