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Raccoon Revenge

For wutwut123

By Draconicon

Echo walked through the forest with ease. He knew the paths through the woods, and knew the traps and tricks that lined the bigger paths that led to the monkey village. They were primitive and simple, easy to avoid for a raccoon like him. His feet kicked up dust now and then, but by and large, he was silent.

He paused at the edge of the village, looking at the monkeys that walked from hut to hut, at the men and women that were barely covered in a loincloth - much like him - and who were laughing and flaunting their successes throughout the jungle. He could hear some of them even as far out as he was, his ears twitching as their words were carried by the evening breeze.

"Stupid wolves, did you see how they got caught in those traps?"

"Funny jaguars, falling out of trees."

"Dumb raccoons, going for a swim."

That last one had been the most recent prank of the monkey tribe, the one that had got him to pick up and head down to their village. The monkeys had built up a dam further up one of the rivers in the jungle, narrowing the stream further down so that his tribe had to head further and further into the river to wash their food and themselves. It had been annoying, but certainly something that they could live with.

Until the monkeys smashed the dam and sent all that water racing down at once. Several members of his tribe had almost drowned, and they'd barely pulled themselves out of the river in time. The monkeys had run off laughing, as they always did.

Well, no more of that.

Echo was ready to teach them a lesson. He had spent a day sunning himself, exposing himself to the warmth of the great light in the sky, sitting by the fires, building up his scent. It was one reason why polite raccoons always washed extensively, for their musk was incredibly powerful. Unfairly so, in many cases, and Echo's was worse than most. If he did not bathe two or three times a day, he left males and females dizzy and confused when he walked by.

He had skipped his baths today, and spent his time amping up the heat and musk that he needed. Now, the monkeys would see a true 'prank.'

He stepped from the forest into the village. Several warriors came to stop him, but their eyes went from focused to glazed in seconds, their eyes wandering away from him and their loincloths rising in the front. As their dicks throbbed to life, he walked between them, past them, heading further into the village.

Passing by a group of monkeys working a cookpot, Echo walked up to them. They turned, surprised at the foreigner, but just like the guards, their eyes went hazy, their motions slowing until they were completely limp and still. The females stared at him, their nostrils flaring a few times as they sucked in his scent, and slowly their eyes went further down.

Echo walked up to them, standing on one foot and rubbing his finger down along the other one he raised. Sweat and a bit of mud came off, dripping from his fingers into the cookpot. The females stared at it, doing nothing.

But he could smell what was happening to them.

As they dripped for him, a few little moans started to fill the air, their nipples popping hard and obvious, their eyes wandering from his feet to his loincloth. The raccoon smiled.

"You want it."

"Yesssss."

"You want raccoons."

"Yesssssssss..."

"You want me."

"Yessss!"

He dipped his foot into the food, and then pulled it back, wiping his sole on one of the loincloths the women were wearing.

"Pass the food and share it. Let everyone know."

They nodded, getting to their feet and walking away, carrying bowls of the contaminated soup through the village. It wouldn't take long for those words to settle in the minds of many more, and soon, they'd come back.

Echo went to one of the huts and put his feet up, half-sure that he could see the fumes coming off his soles as he relaxed.

Let's see how long this takes.

#

The answer was, not long. Soon, there were lines of female monkeys coming down the paths, half-hypnotized already, their eyes glazed over as they were brought down by the first ones. He could see the damp marks on the front of their loincloths, could see the way that they were leading their males to him. Yes, they were definitely entranced, definitely eager to see what else he would do.

He looked forward to this.

The raccoon waved his feet around, wafting his musky scent through the air. As the monkeys came close, some women fell to their knees, panting, spontaneously cumming, while the males groaned, their cocks throbbing hard, but obviously thinking of something else.

"We need you..."

It was one of the females that said it, a young lady that was probably just entering adulthood. She was quite pretty for her species, her chest developing into something just under a handful of tit, her hips wide and obviously eager for children. He smiled at her, waving his tail, gesturing her to come closer.

She did so, eagerly, trying to reach for his cock, but he directed her down, instead, towards his feet. She didn't complain. Instead, she shoved her nose right against his arch, nuzzling against his sweaty foot, moaning as soon as she made contact with it.

"Oh god...your feet...so...so musky..."

The monkey female moaned, her breathy gasps floating over the crowd. Echo loved it, smiling as his own cock started to rise.

The effects were obvious on the crowd. Several other females panted, drawn in by his scent, pulled forward to the raccoon stranger. They lost their balance when they got close, knocked off their feet by his musk, the hot, powerful smell robbing them of their senses.

"Please..." they begged. "Let us taste you. Let us...let us see you?"

"You can't see my cock. But you can play with my feet...if you beg."

"Please, please, we want your feet. We need your feet. They're so musky, so strong, so manly."

"What about your males?" he asked.

"They're useless, nothing, worthless. They smell of nothing but the forest. We want something that smells of male!"

"You."

He pointed to an older, but still well-formed, monkey. She stepped forward, her tail whipping about, her breasts bouncing as she moved closer.

"You may suck on my toes."

"Thank you, thank you!"

She eagerly dropped to her knees, her hands wrapping around his other foot and her nose pressing right against his toes. Echo felt the quick breath she took, the huffing, puffing suck of someone that needed something badly. He swore she came on the spot, but he couldn't be sure. He could, however, be sure that she was enjoying herself massively, shoving her mouth down around his toes and licking them happily.

As she enjoyed herself, nuzzling and sucking over his toes, pushing her tongue between them to get at the sweat pools that had developed, the other monkey was moaning, pulling his foot down and nudging it against her sex. She looked up at him for permission, and he nodded.

No sooner had he done that than she was grinding her pussy over his foot, humping along the top of it. The other females in the crowd groaned with jealousy, and the males merely blushed, their minds too far gone to be able to do anything to stop him.

"Nnngh, your feet..."

"Your sexy feet..."

"I want them..."

"I love them..."

"It's better than sex..."

"Can't think..."

"Must obey..."

They were losing themselves to it, the scent of his feet and - as he lifted his arms - his pits adding to the mind-numbing smell that was robbing them of their senses. Throughout the crowd, they were slowly falling deeper and deeper into trance.

They would remember who had beaten them, he knew. They would remember who had stolen their women. And they would remember who was in charge.

Pulling his feet back, he waved to get their attention.

"Light the fires, gather the ashes. Tonight, you will be marked..."

#

He left the next morning, knowing that the threat of the monkeys was over. The men and women were hypnotized, left with the knowledge that raccoons were superior. Any monkey, male or female, that saw a raccoon from that day on would fall to their knees, stricken with lust and the urge to serve. The scent of a raccoon would drive a monkey up the wall with need, making them forget their partner, their family, everything, just for the taste and the scent of it again.

And now...they were marked.

Echo looked over his shoulder, smiling at the striped tails that the monkeys now wore, the little bandit masks that marked their faces. It was one final humiliation, one last thing that he knew that they deserved. Even if they were to come out of their trance, losing their commands, there would be no chance for them to forget this humiliation.

Top that, he thought, shaking his head as he continued his journey home.

The End