Well, her trip to Scotland wasn't exactly what Dixie had in mind.

Sure, there were the ancient castles and battlefields that she was expecting from the proud county's history, and the numerous bars spread around the towns she visited, living up to the place's reputation.

But the activities she had ended up getting involved in were unexpected, to say the least.

Sure, she had her fun  with her usual antics, mostly involving showing her backside to her awaiting public, and a few moments of touching herself in certain places in public, hoping not to get caught.

Them, after a naughty squirrel named Molly stole her clothes when she was browsing for a new outfit and lead her on a chase around town, she even made a bit of a name for herself in the art world, after showing her respects to the visiting famous artist and making an "impression" of her own.

But that was in the past, and it was time to look forward. Next stop: Africa.

She had seen the many documentaries on the different species and tribes that could be found there, and the many sights waiting to be seen. She was looking forward to meeting some of them, and perhaps even having some "fun" with them, if the opportunity arose.

The flight was nothing different from the others she had been on since the start of her world tour; dull and boring. But the sights more than made up for it, when they got closer to the continent.

Her first spots of interest were the deserts and savannahs that stretched as far as the eye could see. Sure, the heat was a little overbearing, in that she could even feel it on the plane, even with the AC on, but at least she could go outside with a reason to wear as little as possible.

It was a good thing she came prepared for that, then, She had kept something from her trip to Brazil, curtesy of the "friends" she made there.

The vixen had to shudder at the thought of what happened back there every time she thought of it.

It had turned to nightfall by the time the plane landed, so it was pretty much a matter of checking into the hotel, heading to her room and jumping straight into bed.

Sitting on your ass all day really took it out of you.

The next morning, the tour was ready to begin, save for the arrival of all its passengers. Dixie herself was there and present, but a few stragglers were keeping her waiting.

'Come on, you old geezers.' The impatient vixen thought to herself, tapping her foot on the floor of the tour buggy. 'Some of us have other things to do.'

Minutes passed by, but they felt like hours. When the last of them did finally show up, the reception was none-too-undeserved, as far as the anthro was concerned.

Even when they were giving their excuses for the delay, she just rolled her eyes and silently told the guide to get on with it.

And so, the journey began.

Their first destination was a nature reserve, where they could see all manner of exotic wildlife, without disturbing them.

Dixie could hear the chatter of the other tourists, as the group walked through the trees.

It was pretty much what she expected, with the rare birds, rhinos, big cats, flamingos, hippos, giraffes and other such creatures she thought she might have seen.

But what she wasn't expecting was for one of the big cats to actually come right up to her.

'W-wow.' The vixen was frozen to the spot. 'He's actually... Right here.'

A canine and a feline. Enemies by nature. And given this one was feral, unlike her, it wasn't looking too happy to meet her in its territory. 

The guide assured them that they were perfectly safe in their company, but even so, she felt some old instincts of hers taking effect and telling her to engage with this beast.

However, when she suppressed her feelings and took another look, he seemed to be alternating its gaze between Dixie and one part of the connecting rain forest next to where the tour was currently taking place.

'Is he... Telling me to go there?' The vixen couldn't help but wonder, raising an eyebrow.

She could have sworn that the cat had nodded, in response to her, possibly acknowledging that she understood what he was implying.

Dixie looked back at the rest of the group, and realised they hadn't noticed her "conversation" with the big kitty.

'If I can get in there and out before anyone notices, then I guess it's worth a look.' She theorized, turning her attention to the trees that her new frenemy was hinting towards. 'Besides, it's not like it's the most daring thing I've ever done.'

The tour continued like normal, with other points of interest being pointed out and explained to the group.

Some parts of the tour were interesting and caught her attention, sure. But for the most part, all Dix could think of was what it could've possibly been that the feline was trying to tell her about.

As soon as the tour had finished, she would sneak out and take a look.

---

'Finally. Now's my chance.'

The moment the clock struck 10pm that night, the vixen took the opportunity to change her clothing and begin tiptoeing past the other rooms of the hotel to get towards the entrance.

It wasn't like she was sneaking out of a prison or anything, and the front doors weren't locked, but even so, she wasn't about to draw attention to herself necessarily, especially when the quest itself could've been entirely fruitless to begin with.

For all she knew, it might have just been a ploy for the cat and his friends to jump her when they got the chance.

So, she brought her pocket knife, just in case.

Getting back to the spot where she had met the big kit' was easy enough; she just needed to follow the tyre tracks until she reached her destination.

And sure enough, once she got back, her new "friend" approached her, accompanied by a couple more.

'Oh, you son of a-' The vixen cut herself off when the panther stepped in front of her, barring her path. "Uh... Look, I'm just going to leave now, okay? If it's your turf, then fine."

The felines growled at her words, but otherwise weren't very hostile to her. They just circled her for a moment, rather than making any move to bring harm.

A few seconds later, two of them began walking towards the rain forest where the first one had indicated to before. The thrid one nudged her with its head, as if to tell her to follow them.

She sighed and obliged.

Once the four of them had walked a fair distance into the forest, they had all but left the trail behind, and the canopy was blocking out the stars, making it hard for her to be able to navigate on her own.

"H-hey, wh-where are we going?" Dixie asked quietly, not wanting to risk raising her voice.

The answer, it seemed, wouldn't be long.

Only a few seconds after she asked that, they arrived in a clearing through the trees, where the vixen was witness to something she couldn't believe.

It was another tribe village, not too different from the one she had seen in Brazil. Houses made of mud and tree parts, paths that lead to certain places, and some kind of reserved grounds, possibly for teaching or training, etc.

But what really caught her attention, was the difference of the residents that were here, as opposed to the giantesses in Brazil:

These ones were canines, just like her.

Foxes, wolves and coyotes were all here, either wandering about the village or going into their huts, possibly retiring for the night.

'No way... I don't believe it.' She couldn't help but smile at the sight, and how beautiful these people were.

Their attire was to be expected; the kind of things she had seen tribes like these wearing on TV, with the loin clothes and chest covers, as well as the many bangles & bracelets around their necks, arms, hands, legs and ankles, not to mention the strange decorations in their hair.

She hadn't met many who were like her, so this was something of a treasure trove for the young lady.

The group took notice of her almost right away, and were quick to welcome her with open arms, approaching her with friendly smiles.

Just as they did, however, the trio of felines took off back the way they came, leaving her alone with her foreign kin.

'Oh, thank god.' Dixie was quick to let out a breath of relief, having been afraid that the big cats were going to eat her, but now feeling comfortable with the canines.

"Welcome, wanderer!" One of the wolves said, leading the pack, so to speak. "You have travelled far?"

'They speak English?' She thought to herself, her smile getting wider. 'Even better!'

"Yes, I've come here from America. I've, uh... Seen guys like you on TV before."

The tribe looked a little puzzled at the last part of that statement, but not in an unfriendly way or anything.

Her new friend turned back to look at her.

"Have you returned to us for traditional Rawa Girman Kai?" He asked, a tone of optimism in his voice.

Naturally, not understanding whatever it was that he just said, the young lady raised an eyebrow before she answered.

"Uh... Sure?" She responded, not really sounding very sure of what she was agreeing to.

The rest of the tribe was eager to hear her answer, reacting in a way that said they were pleased with what she had told them.

Cheers echoed through the clearing, as they gently guided her to the center of their home, where the large bonfire was ready to be lit.

"Then let the ceremony begin!" A female coyote announced, lighting the wood.

The fire started slowly at first, but then the flames quickly grew taller and hotter, and Dixie couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the scene.

They were always gorgeous to look at, and even better when up close. She remembered when she visited England in early November, just in time for an annual festival called Bonfire Night.

Creative name, but it was celebrated for a good cause; when some guy hundreds of years ago tried to commit terrorism.

Anyway, the fire grew ever higher, reaching almost as tall as the trees, as something besides the crackling of the flames and embers began playing in the air, sounding more harmonic than the sound of burning nature.

Music being played by strange instruments that resembled drums, harps, xylophones and flutes.

The young fox had never heard music like this before, and she loved it.

"Now, wanderer, join us!" Another vixen called to her as she and a bunch of females approached the fire in a circle, beckoning her forward with her hand.

With a smile from the warm welcome and the inclusion, Dixie approached her new friends around the pyre and watched them as they danced, swaying and stepping in tune to the beat, their feet moving with the music.

As soon as she started watching them, she found herself getting swept up in the atmosphere, and began dancing with the other women, spinning around the fire, feeling the heat both inside and outside her body.

It was almost hypnotic, in a way.

In fact, as the music played its energetic rhythm, she felt herself becoming lost in the groove, like her body was acting on its own.

She definitely wasn't expecting anything like this when she started her trip her, but this was sure as well a memory for the ages.

However, her focus managed to shift from the fire and dancing to the other girls when she saw what they were doing next.

Almost all at the same time, the lasses began stripping their clothing, what little they had donned each of them, and tossing it away to the fire, allowing them to catch and burn away into noting.

This naturally caused the young lady's face to blush a bright shade of red, and not just because of the heat.

'What are they doing?!' She internally shouted, not expecting any of this to happen, even with all the weird stuff that has gone on in her life recently.

And yet, despite the strange nature of their body revealing, even in front of all these boys no less, Dixie felt tempted to join in with them in that, too.

Something, be it the mood of the dance or something more naughty in the back of her mind, was telling her to get naked too.

'Well, why the hell not?' She decided, quickly stripping down throwing her clothes into the flames and allowing herself to join the other foxes, her nude body glistening with sweat and reflecting the glow of the fire, showing off their curves in all areas save for their crotches.

She knew she had kept the loincloth with her for a reason, and seeing as the rest of these girls were wearing almost matching ones too, she had no shame about it.

Cheers came from all the male canines behind the bitches, all of which, save for the ones playing the instruments, were working on making something in makeshift bowls and tubs, unbeknownst to Dixie.

'I feel... Free. Like this is something I was meant to do.' She smiled and giggled to herself, twirling her naked self around and letting the breeze and the heat wash over her, along with the other girls.

At one point, all of them turned and bent down, pointing their covered rears at the burning tower of twigs, leaves and clothes, and proceeded to bounce their backsides up and down repeatedly.

If this civilisation knew what twerking was, then it was fair to guess that there were more naughty activities that they got up to during other "ceremonies" they celebrated.

Dixie didn't mind the intense heat getting this close to her butt, being too lost in the moment and having a ball, as the rest of the girls clearly were, too.

They continued on for quite a while, even as the men came closer with the bowls, which were full of a strange white paint-like liquid.

It looked smooth and slippery, but the young lady had no clue what it was for sure.

Though, given how lost she was in this trance, she didn't really mind finding out in any way the lot of them wanted them to.

Each of the girls was approached by a guy, with the one who originally greeted Dixie coming to her with the bowl he was carrying.

"Let us begin with the Zanen Gindi!" He announced, earning a chorus of supportive cheers from his peers.

Like before, she had no idea what that meant or implied, but if it was anything like what she was doing right now, she was looking forward to learning.

Once she saw the other girls around the fire take a step close to the men, followed by turning back around, getting on all fours and lifting their tails in the air, she felt her heart skip a beat, having a few ideas of what they were about to do with them.

If she knew this was an orgy, she would've brought her toys.

However, even after the girls removed their loinclothes and presented the men with their naughty and tail holes, she was more than just a little surprised to see that they didn't immediately get rid of their own and mount them, starting to hump away at them like there was no tomorrow for them.

Instead, the men, dipped their hands into the paint each of them were holding and began to smear it on the buttocks of the females' exposed backsides.

Some of them remained quiet and took it in both stride and pride, whereas others let out moans and giggles from the traditional activity.

The one standing before Dixie held the bowl towards her a tiny bit more, silently telling her that he would like to do the same with her, too.

Naturally, the vixen gave him a wicked smile before she turned around to face away from him, too.

'I get to moon someone AND have fun with my new friends? Hell yeah!' She cheered in her mind, not being able to resist giggling a little as she quickly bent down and practically tore her loincloth off, revealing her ass to him with a wiggle of her tail.

She could get used to this kind of tradition.

With her butt exposed to her new amigo, Dixie shuddered in both delight at the sensation and at the coolness of the paint-like substance as he began to apply it to her rear end.

In years past, she had considered getting a tattoo or two, to show off her personality a bit more, but had always decided against it. Partially because she was never sure what to get for her first ink, and partially because she had to budget herself a little each time she got a paycheck.

But now, not only was she getting one for free, but she was having a ball in the process.

Minutes went by as the guys applied the stuff to the ladies' bottoms, the music playing on and the fire burning ever higher. Dixie couldn't wait to see what was being smeared onto her backside, but as luck would have it, she wouldn't have to wait for long.

Once her fur was covered in the sticky liquid, she looked back and smiled, seeing the reflection in the shiny surface, along with the patterns that had been painted into it.

It was actually pretty intricate, as opposed to being just a sloppy mess, and was actually very pretty.

It was a series of symbols, probably something that had meaning in their language, but she didn't much care. She was a part of this little party, and that mattered more.

Soon enough, all the girls had been decorated by the lads with the white stuff, and the latter had all backed away from the former.

She couldn't wait to see what they had planned next in this tradition.

"Now, we will commence the second part of the Zanen Gindi!" The leader said aloud. "The time has come for the Babban Ja!"

All the canines, even the musicians, seemed to get excited at the mention of that word.

Thus, Dixie was looking forward to taking part in whatever this was, too.

Hopefully, it was meant that it was time for a feast or something, but she would be fine with it if it wasn't.

From how much this kind tribe had welcomed this stranger and allowed her to take part in their traditions, she wasn't too picky about whether or not a meal would be involved.

She quickly got her answer when all of the girls stood in front of the fire in a single file line, all of them facing away from the men, bent over with their tails still raised, as well as their hands.

Each one of them stood in an almost identical pose, their left hands on their knee and their right in the air above their heads, like they were ready to bring it back down on their own buttocks.

Once again, Dixie was excited for what she was seeing, eager to be included in this tradition, too.

Surprisingly, it didn't even remind her of her unfortunate ordeal back in the Amazon, when she was forcibly pulled over the bulky knee of a massive anthro kitty and felt like her ass was being torn apart by the thick hand's swats.

The fact that she was going to be doing it to herself, in front of an awaiting audience, no less, made this the best moment of the ceremony by far.

'Ooooh, this is gonna be fun~' She could only think to herself, getting in the same position as the rest of the girl canines.

None of them proceeded to spank themselves yet, rather waiting for the arrival of a large drum to be brought out, not that far behind her.

It looked fancy and delicate, showing off its significance without any of them having said a word.

When the wolf who initially greeted her, who she had worked out was probably the chief of the tribe by this point, sat down and raised a large beating stick over his head, Dixie's heart raced with excitement to begin.

She wasn't sure why she was so eager for this or if she was even doing this of her own free will; she had heard on TV once that some tribes were capable of controlling minds with the sounds of their music, though she never believed that for a second.

But it didn't matter; the fun part was about to begin.

*BOOM*

The first beat of the drum came down, as did the hands of the vixens, causing all of them to cry out, albeit in pleasure rather than pain.

*BOOM*

Another thump from the instrument, followed by a spanking of their own backsides, and another collective moan of excitement and arousal from the females, including the protagonist herself.

She had only spanked herself twice, yet she could feel her loins dampening pretty well.

*BOOM*

Once again, each of the females spanked themselves swiftly and firmly, alternating cheeks with each beat.

"Yes~" Dix moaned in delight, enjoying every inch of stinging flesh.

*BOOM*

Another hit, another smack, and another moan.

*BOOM*

"Yes, more!" She begged, her cheeks sore with the pain, but her vagina dripping with lust.

If she could see them from this angle, she would have noticed that the rest of the lasses were feeling a similar way, and that would've made it all the better for her.

*BOOM*

One more time, they all spanked themselves hard, and a chorus of gasps, groans and moans rang out across the clearing.

'Fuck, I need more!' The horny vixen could only think to herself, awaiting each new beat that proceeded the old.

*BOOM*

Their hands were quick and precise, landing hard on their own rumps.

*BOOM*

A sharp gasp came from her mouth, her body shuddering with desire.

By now, their buttocks were all getting pretty red, blending well with the white paint that still decorated their bums.

How it didn't smudge in the slightest was anyone's guess, since it hadn't been anywhere near long enough for it to dry if it was normal paint, but the vixen was too busy focusing on the task at hand (no pun intended).

And naturally, was also starting to feel the effects of all the spankings she was giving herself, her clit becoming engorged with arousal and her hole becoming moist and warm.

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

Each and every smack the girls brought down upon their own asses was like a thrust into their thirsty cunts, arousaing them more per strike.

None of them were dry on their private bits anymore. In fact, all of them were coming pretty close to finishing themselves off and blowing their loads in front of their audience, who were clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"Oh god!" Dixie cried out, her face contorting with bliss as her hands came down harder and harder, her pussy ready to burst.

*BOOM*

And then, it happened.

With one final hard smack to their own rears, the girls couldn't hold back anymore, squirting out with a synchronized wave of bliss, chorused and echoed by their own screams of delight.

Female love juices exploded out of them like a tidal wave, spreading out and around them, all over the grass, dampening it with their creams.

The men cheered again, playing their instruments in a victorious chime.

'W-wow...' The young fox could only think to herself, her vision fading, before blacking out completely.

---

When Dixie finally came around, she wasn't even sure what had happened the previous night.

Taking a minute to look around her surroundings, she saw that she was back in the hotel room, back in her bed.

'Wow...' She thought to herself, sitting up on her mattress and letting out a yawn. 'Man, what a dream.'

After stretching a bit, the vixen removed the cover from her body, only to be met with a surprise.

She was completely naked, with some splatters of her own cum still around her pussy.

This was a bit of a shock to her; she was sure she was wearing something when she went to bed. And she knew she had never had a case of sleep-stripping before.

'No way...' The realisation soon hit her, the memories of the tribe becoming more clear.

Just then, she bent forward and looked at her own ass, to see if she could confirm it.

Sure enough, it was still painted white and had red marks from how hard she had spanked herself, as well as some slight bruising from her fingers.

'Holy shit...' She could only think, a huge grin spreading across her face. 'That actually happened?'

It wasn't a dream.

She had actually taken part in that ceremony. Those canines were perverted and weird, as well as eager to show off their asses.

After a moment, she smiled at the thought.

'Heh. My kind of people.'