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The moon was shining down brightly on a vast temple looking over the shining city of Gangxia. A young pair of eyes peered up at a gleaming gold statue of a relatively short mouse-like creature. His short stature, even considering he was seated, was far shorter than most of the Gangxians. What had captured the attention of the young girl was the almost obscenely massive generosity the sculptor had used to craft the rodent's manhood. The child was still far too young to properly know what this fascination meant. And still those young eyes studied the curves and contours carefully. As the girl's curiosity swelled, a voice rose from behind.

"Nora, come child. It is time for bed."

"But mother, I want to know about the statue that is so big and so small at the same time." The girl was in earnest. The woman who had called to Nora chuckled and approached, resting a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"It is too long a tale to complete in one night. You will only demand I continue the story every night until it is done. Besides, haven't your teachers told of the importance of the statue and how it came to be?"

The child's head shook in the negative.

"No mother. They all say the same thing; that the full truth is best saved for the day we come of age."

The taller, older woman chuckled and shook hir head softly. Shi turned to guide hir oldest daughter back to bed, seeming to carry a hefty swell in hir middle and between hir thighs that hir clothing did almost nothing to try and conceal.

"Well, I do agree that there are some things best taught as our children grow, but then you are the daughter of the chief. There are certain things you will need to know if you are to take my place someday. Now come along... And let us see if I can paint for you a picture of words such that you could question if you were really there."

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It had been a hard journey so far. Lots of brush and plenty of wild animals to get in the way and slow things down. It was only by the grace of practiced and gifted skill that made the trek as easy as it had been so far. It had been ill advised that the rodent, so diminutive in size save key details, make the voyage through the jungle alone. He sat quietly at the head of his cart, making nary a sound as his steady pace carried him through the dense region. The path he had selected was worn, but only just. Not many dared venture this way. Still, he would save both money and time by shipping his cargo himself along a more direct route. To him it was worthwhile rather than to trust his wares to some caravan that would take a much longer road and charge him to the point where he would just barely break even. As he soldiered on, he gave himself a mental pat on the back for his good thinking and proceeded to make light of the trail.

He had yet to see what had gotten the locals in the last village so riled up upon mention of this particular tract of land. So far it just seemed like a wild road that needed to be cleared from time to time. It wasn't the smoothest road either. The sound of metal clinking about rang noisily in the kangaroo rat's ears. By now he was beginning to grow a tolerance for it. That was until he heard a rather disheartening series of clangs as his samples of steel bounced hard enough to break through the ropes tying them down. The stack then proceeded to pour down on top of much of his provisions and belongings. That was the fifth time! He was getting tired of the poor condition of the road he chose. Maybe there was a good reason no one took it after all.

The mouse-like creature commanded the cart to a halt and scrambled back into the rear of his buggy, grumbling incoherently. No one in this land spoke his native tongue. He would at least be able to swear and not offend anyone. Quickly, and with a practiced hand, he began gathering the long, narrow bars of dark steel, banding them back together as he began considering supplementing their restraints. He couldn't keep stopping to fix this. It would take him forever to get to the next village, and the longer he was stopped, the greater a target he was for ambush. But who would there be to attack him out here? He had not seen a single living soul since he departed yesterday.

At least, not until now.

A blur of yellow and black filled his vision as an ear-splitting shriek shattered the relative silence of the jungle. The rat yelped loudly as he was tossed from his cart and pinned to the ground, finding a spear held close to his throat. He gulped and held as still as he could bring himself to, noticing the obsidian spearhead to be quite well honed.

"Who are you!? What do you want?!" His cry was ignored as his gaze followed the wooden shaft up to its owner. It had been properly shaped and rounded to make for an even, well-crafted polearm. These people knew enough about weapons-building to actually select only the best trees to use. Once his eyes fell on his attacker, he suddenly knew a great deal more.

She was beautiful, and terribly frightening as she stared him down with a mighty scowl. The woman was considerably taller than he was, though that didn't say much. The fact that she was likely taller than practically everyone the rat had come across in this land said considerably more however. It was hard to tell but she had to have been just about three feet past him. Her chest was quite full and well developed. He found he had a hard time not staring at those lovely swells, not hidden or covered by much of anything. A good shake of her weapon drew his attention away from her chest. Her features and pelt were easily identified. She was a cheetah, one of the large cats. And cats usually hunted his kind. This likely would not end well, probably messy and painful he thought.

"This one's awful small. Not sure he's even worth breeding with." The Amazon grunted at her prey, watching his eyes as they remained fixated on her weapon once she drew them back to it. The curious round pieces of glass resting on his muzzle just before his eyes gave her reason to ponder, but not long enough for it to matter, "What has he in his little cart? Anything we can use?"

The other ladies, similarly flawlessly crafted all dug about in the roo-rat's wooden vehicle, finding all he had brought with him, even if much of it had not been understood.

"He's got some food. Not much, probably meant to keep him fed until he reached another village. There's some clothing, probably his, but it looks oddly made. There is a lot of space in the front, as if he is allowing for something large he might have to conceal. The bulk of what he carries is made up of these dark, hard metal bars. They're not like anything we've taken before. Ask him what this is."

The cheetah woman nodded and jabbed her spear harmlessly towards the still relatively motionless rodent under her. Their conversation had been beyond Siyu's understanding. They were speaking in a tongue he could not comprehend... until the lady above him used some of the very few words she knew in what the various villages about the area considered a 'common trader's tongue'. It was broken and fragmented from a lack of knowledge, but it was coherent enough to grasp what she tried to say.

"Shiny metal you have. What good for?"

Siyu was taken aback. The unrefined nature of her interrogation left him quite worried that they might mistake his answer for an insult. Still, better to answer than to stay quiet and risk death.

"It's refined steel. Folded several times during forging to make it incredibly strong. It has yet to be worked into a blade or other weapons."

That seemed to catch her attention.

"It good for make spear? Knife?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so but it's really meant more for sword making."

This puzzled the woman quietly as her posture began to relax. With her seated neatly atop his stomach, she inquired further.

"Sword? What that?"

Never had the rodent encountered someone who didn't know what a sword was. He would have to do the best he could.

"A sword... like a longer, stronger knife."

The Amazon woman knew well what a knife was, and the idea of one being longer and stronger certainly piqued her interest, but only to a point. She could only envision one of these 'swords' being handled in much the same way that a knife would be and it seemed rather ungainly. She turned her attention back to the other ladies as they rummaged through the diminutive fellow's belongings.

"He says it's metal, good for making weapons. We'll take it back with us."

"And what about the little runt himself? He doesn't look like he'd be of much use to us. He's so sma-" The second lady to approach cut herself off as she let her eyes drift from the head of the hunting party, drinking in the rodent's form. What had caught her attention was the tremendous swell hidden away by the creamy white fellow's kimono. There was no way that could have been what she thought it was, "Kessa... open his clothing."

The woman pinning their target furrowed her brow up at the other lady, a little baffled by the request. In all her efforts to remove any threat the rat could possibly pose, she completely missed his most obvious feature. Her own gaze drifted down to try and find what it was her sister warrior could possibly want. What she found was that same vast bulge sighted by the other huntress that demanded to have its secrets revealed. Immediately, the spotted feline gripped firmly at the rodent's garments and yanked, tearing the fabric where it refused to give. What she found stunned her and Yness into complete silence. Its exposure began to draw stares from the other ladies as well, as they each caught sight of the newfound discovery, one by one.

What the kangaroo rat had been concealing was a masculinity unlike anything they had seen before. His sheath was of exceedingly generous proportion for his height. It appeared to be as thick as his torso, if not wider by a narrow margin, and it was long enough to reach from the point at which it attached to him up to just below the neck, if it were pointed up. The great symbol of manhood seemed to hang down loose and free against the two enormous orbs resting comfortably atop the rat's thighs. Each sphere was easily larger than his head and ears combined. It suddenly presented an interesting conundrum: how in the name of all that lived and breathed did he walk with such massive endowments?

"This has to be some kind of a trick, some sort of tribal gear or something. It can't be real. It... it can't be... be real." Kessa's voice began to trail off as the scent of the rodent's musk hit her nostrils. It was strong, so intense in fact that it brought a shiver to race up her spine. Almost immediately she began to notice the faint, easily repressed urges brought about by the coming of her monthly heat were building much faster than usual. Could he really be that potent?

"If it's not real, whoever made it did a fantastic job making it look real. I don't see how it could be attached." Yness gasped quietly and squeezed her eyes shut as she too was claimed by a similar wave of primal desire. It wasn't so much to drive her into the fever yet, but it was enough to bring it much closer to the surface. Her hands began to feel over the pale-furred rat's pendulous organs, amazed at the heat radiating from them. She could even feel a soft pulse rushing through the tender skin. The rodent moaned and tensed on the ground, relieved somewhat that the spear was no longer pointed at him, but now disconcerted that attention was being paid to his rather embarrassing condition.

"I've never seen a male this big before," Kessa was awestruck, not able to honestly believe that such a thing was possible, "And on such a little one. Were the gods being generous or vengeful when they created him?"

The other ladies, drawn in by Siyu's powerful aroma, began to gather about him as he laid there, several pairs of hands groping over his loins. Their words mixed and mingled about in his ears, perfectly indiscernible. At least one of them knew something of a language he spoke, that would be his best bet to surviving this encounter.

"I... I would really appreciate it if you ladies... would... would stop... doing that! It... it's horribly humiliating!"

Kessa broke her intense stare and managed to pull her thoughts and eyes away from the rodent's groin to address him, looking him in the eye. It was clear however that her attention was wavering, wanting to return to his impossibly copious self.

"What 'humiliating'?"

Siyu blushed powerfully as he squirmed about, desperate to get back on his way, away from the curious hands and eyes of the admittedly ravishing women who had attacked him.

"It means... um... well... you know how you feel really bad after doing something stupid where everyone can see you?"

"You do something stupid?"

"No! That's not what I mean! But, you know how you feel when that happens?" He was trying so hard to make them understand, and it seemed he was beginning to make a connection in the cheetah's mind.

"Yes. Feel bad. Look like fool. People no believe in you so strong. Lose pride."

"Yes! You lose pride! That's it exactly! That's what is happening for me right now! Please! Just let me be on my way! I apologize if I upset you by entering your territory without permission! It will never happen again! I swear it!"

"You swear?" She narrowed her eyes at him, her stern expression driving the kangaroo rat's fear even deeper home than it already had. He shivered and gasped, jumping with a bit of a start as he felt the addition of more than simply one tongue brushing away at his delicate genitals, coaxing his sheath to bulge even larger.

"Yes! I swear! If you let me leave unharmed, I will take my cart and be gone as quickly as I can muster! I do not wish to anger you!"

A smile broke out across the feline's face as she stood up, lifting her hands to the other ladies still too engrossed in such a grand display of masculinity.

"The rat is coming with us! Gather his things and bring his cart! We're returning to the village! The other raiders will have to tend to the road without us! We take him before the chief!"

A grand cheer swept through the group, traveling for quite a distance through the jungle. The ladies quickly gathered the befuddled Siyu from the ground, tied his wrists together and tossed him into the back of his cart. The wooden wagon was then turned off the beaten path and driven deep into the heart of the wilderness. There seemed to have been a mistake of some sort.

"Wait! What are you doing!? I swore that I would leave!"

Kessa turned to the rodent and grinned, spear now back in hand, held upright with the butt in the soft earth.

"You make swear, you no make us angry, humiliate!"

The rodent blinked softly as she spoke, not entirely sure he understood what he had agreed to. Whatever it was, it couldn't possibly be good.