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Troy Harping, a tall, lean black panther whipped his sweating brow as he looked back on the dirt path that he's been trailing for the past several hours. "Damn it," he mumbled to himself. He stopped walking and looked around his surroundings; nothing but trees, plants and other plant life could be seen from the short mountain on which he stood. "I'm lost, aren't I?"

He sighed and leaned against a tree as he crossed his arms. He had been trying to find the camp because he had run out of water and food, but it appeared as though he's taken a wrong turn somewhere and was now lost. "Hope the others are doing better than me..."

He slid down the trunk of the tree and onto the dirt ground. The sun was beating on his black fur and he was already dehydrated as it was. His legs felt numb and he could no longer feel his tail, which twitched and wandered about lazily. The longer he sat there, the harder it was to stay awake. His tired eyes drifted to the sky as darkness crept around his vision. His shoulders slowly sagged and his breathing relaxed until Troy couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and passed out.

~*~

Troy woke to the sound of busyness and chatter. He slowly opened his groggy eyes to see the ceiling of a stick-woven house. Hay and stick dolls hung from the walls along with odd masks and stone spears and other objects that Troy wasn't quite familiar with. "Where-... where am I?" he asked as he looked around a bit more before two pairs of large green eyes appeared a few inches from his own.

A few other eyes popped up around Troy and the feline suddenly felt uncomfortable. He propped himself up on his elbows, scaring the fellows as they hastily backed up a few feet and giving Troy a good look at them. To the panther's surprise, the small beings were, in fact, Citras; small but cute people that looked more like the crossbreeding between a fennec and a ring tailed lemur.

Troy looked them over; all of them were different colors, ranging from red, to yellow, to green, to white and all of them bore strange tribal markings. They all stared back at the panther with curious eyes, some of the mumbling something to one another in their native language. "C-can you guys tell me where I am?" Troy asked, but none of them answered, instead, they all looked at him with even more confused stares. "Does anyone speak English?" he asked, but no one answered. "Great," he mumbled and looked down at his legs. He traced the fur on his legs up to his hip and realized that all of his clothes were missing.

Embarrassed at his nudity, Troy clasped his hands over his groin and looked around the small hut. "Where are my clothes?!" he asked, and the citras started to giggle to one another. "What's so funny?!" he bared his teeth at the giggling group, but no one gave any indication on what the humor was.

One of the citras, a thin yellow one, walked up to Troy with a wooden bowl full of red paint. He stepped onto the animal skins where Troy was sitting and dipped two fingers into the liquid before he began drawing symbols on the panther's chest. "Hey! What're you-" he began, but was cut off as more citras with bowls of paint began to join in and paint symbols on the panther as well. "Wait, stop it!" but his objections were in vain as they gave him no regard.

Giving up, Troy sat there and let the small fingers draw whatever they pleased on his body. They drew on his chest, his back, his arms and legs, his face, his ears, his rear and tail and wherever their little hands could reach. Troy began to feel uneasy with some of the citras eyeing at his sheath and sac, but then again, it was about as big as their heads, and if Troy ever saw someone that big, he would have a hard time looking away too.

When they were finished, the same little yellow citra that had started the whole 'finger painting' charade took the panther by the hand and lead him out of the small hut. Troy had to hunch his back so the smaller male could reach his hand well enough to be comfortable as he got a view of the outside. Everywhere Troy could see, citras of all different colors wondered around their small village, occasionally stopping to give the panther a questionable gaze.

As the yellow citra lead him through and around groups of people, Troy noticed that they were all only waist-high, nude and male. Nowhere that the panther saw could he see any noticeable females. He shook his head; it wasn't any of his concern.

The yellow citra lead him on a bit longer until they came to a generally open area with nothing but dirt ground and a thick wooden pole in the center. Troy looked behind himself nervously; he wasn't sure he like where this was going, and saw the other citras from the hut that he woke up in following closely behind, all of them smiling and whispering to each other. "Uuhhh... where're we going there, Peewee?" The panther asked, but all he got was a devious smirk from the citra.

They went on a few more steps before the citra stopped and turned to Troy. He gestured the panther to lower himself, and though reluctant, Troy knelt down on one knee and faced the citra. The smaller male smiled and touched the panthers face with his small hands affectionately. "What're you-?" he began, but was cut off as the citra pressed his lips into Troy's. The panther was so shocked by the surprise kiss that he hardly felt the other citras carefully binding his wrists and ankles.

Troy pulled away and tried to get up, but found that his hands were connected to his feet from the tightly tied ropes. "What the-?" he struggled and twisted, but it was useless, the ropes were too tight and strong.

Before he could do much more, Troy felt small hands begin to rub his rear and crotch. Troy opened his mouth to object when a green citra stuffed and apple in his mouth to quiet him. Troy could feel his member starting to erect from all the attention it was getting. Before he knew it, his member was full and hard, dripping with pre already. Several of the citras started licking his shaft while others lapped under his tail.

Troy groaned and moaned as hands and tongues explored his body and muscles. He felt a pair of hands grope his sac, taking two hands to hold the feline's massive balls. Troy growled and bit into the apple and spit it out, he could already feel himself climaxing and was ready to blow when they all suddenly stopped.

Troy panted and looked at the yellow citra standing in front of him. They stared at each other for a moment before the citra climbed up onto Troy's chest and pressed his rear against the feline's cock. "Sorry, short stuff, I don't think its gonna fit." He said, but the citra ignored him as he pressed back, Troy's blunt tip finding the citra's tiny hole.

The yellow citra bared his teeth and winced as he began to stuff himself with Troy's thick dick. To Troy's surprise, he felt the citra start to loosen up for his shaft to fit in. the smaller male gasped and he leaned back and took the entire length of Troy's member into his rear. After a moment of trying to adjust to Troy's size, the citra began to bound his hip un and down, repeatedly sitting onto the panther's balls.

Troy sighed as electrical waves pulsed through his body. He started to hear the others having their own fun; they would pair up in groups ranging from two to five or six and just start playing with each other. Some of the others even started licking at Troy's hole and balls; increasing the already overwhelming sensation.

Troy felt his hips start to move up and down, bucking into the cintra as much as he could. The citra moaned and gasped. Troy looked down to see his own dick poke and proud at the inside of the citra's abdomen with each thrust.

He threw his head back, feeling his climax being reached again and nearly came when the citra pulled himself off from his dick and stepped back. "If you're gonna fuck me, than the least you could do is finish the job..." Troy panted.

He watched as the yellow citra turned around and got on his hands and knees, presenting his rear by lifting his long fluffy tail and arching it over his back. Troy felt the bonds on his ankles and wrists loosen as they were cut from behind him. He walked on his knees over to the citra and rubbed the base of his shaft on the citra's rear.

Before he even got himself back inside of the citra, he felt the others resume their licking and lapping behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see that one was on top of the other as they quenched their own sexual desire.

He looked back to the waiting yellow citra before burying himself back into the tight ass. Moving his hips back and forth, Troy hunched over the small male, placing his hands on the ground on either side of him.

The citra gasped and whined as Troy quickened and hardened his pace; now that there weren't any bonds holding him down, there was nothing stopping the panther from ramming the citra anymore. He could feel the citra's tiny balls bounce off his with each hump, and was surprised at the depth that he could reach in such a small person.

"God," he growled. "I'm gonna cum!"

With one last push, Troy buried himself completely into the citra and blew his load, feeling the smaller male's abdomen extend as he filled him up.

The citra gasped as he released his own load onto the dirt ground below.

~*~

Pushing past as few bushed and leaves, Troy trekked into the campground, seeing his companions sitting on logs placed around a fire. "There you are!" Boe, a short, skinny arctic fox said as he stood up from his place on the log. "Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you!"

Nikki, a beautiful vixen, nodded in agreement, along with Mac, a heavily tattooed muscular dingo.

Troy shrugged. "I got lost and found... some people who helped me find my way back here. Why? Dg'ya miss me?"