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Even when he had trained diligently with spear, blade and bow, there was always a nagging thought of inadequacy when he looked at his peers. But he knew he wasn’t cut out for things like weaving or brewing healing medicine or tonics. It bugged him like an obstinate scourge of mosquitoes and he gave a sigh, feeling rather muddled.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The rat walked along the path in the forest, the ambient noise of the wind passing through the canopy, familiar and soothing to him as he looked about at the serene grassy terrain. There were no birds about here, and the only other thing that pierced the silence was the insects and his footsteps. His eyes drifted about, moving to the bright blues and yellows of some flowers as he walked on. It did help to quell these thoughts of his, calming him as he got absorbed in his journey, even as he sought to find his mentor’s abode in this new area.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]It was the custom for their tribe, where every rat hunter-in-training, once having completed the basics, would be assigned to a mentor where they would live together and hone on specific areas of expertise. Some were talented in trap setting, others with fishing by the river or the sea, and he even remembered seeing a group with skills in making throwing knives, meant for hunting birds or stronger beasts. Already he was wondering what it would be like, having never really gotten the chance to speak with every member of the hunters.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John wiped sweat from his neck and forehead, his pale grey fur adorned with a few markings given by the elders from various ceremonies and events. To be honest, he didn’t have that much muscle as compared with others, his body was more slim, but he made up for it in terms of agility.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]But when asked, he didn’t have an idea of what he was interested in. In spite of his insecurity, he did feel a sense of thrill when hunting, or just spending time with friends sharpening a blade. Most of his friends already displayed natural talent and-[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The rat shook his head, as if to rid himself of the negativity. Come on now, no need to demoralize yourself with such mental comparison. Just do your best, he thought to himself.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The other seniors had looked at him, and they seemed to come to some agreement. Even though they never discussed it, they still all came to the same conclusion as to who would be best to train him up.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]He still wondered why they all agreed on having Lacroix be his trainer though...[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The rat looked about still, scratching behind his ears, tail swaying side to side in the grass. He found the hut, nestled within the branches of the trees above, and stairs, made from thick branches, hammered into the trunk. Noise could be heard from inside, the sound of some woodwork, and the crackle of a slow fire. John hadn’t seen a home set above ground, and was already impressed by the way it was built. Set high above and away from predators, using natural shelter from the trees to ward off the rain, there were even makeshift vines connecting a few branches, designed to hang laundry in clear view of the sun.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]By the ground were some sticks, and parts of a felled tree, with drag marks in the soil, showing it was just pulled here a while ago. Perhaps this Lacroix was going to craft and build something else. Past this was a swift babbling river in the distance, leading to stone mountains. It was a good spot to stay by, and the air was already filled with the smell of cooked meat.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Is that you, John?” Came the voice from upstairs, “it's me, Lacroix! Give me a moment to come down. I’m a bit occupied with something!”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The pale rat looked up, and pursed his lips, trying to dispel the nervousness. He adjusted his satchel, and tightened the straps that held his knife, trying to look his best for his mentor.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“No worries!” He replied, waiting as he heard footsteps approach the treehut’s entrance.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John then wondered why he was surprised that Lacroix was expecting him, it seemed out of place. He definitely was too worried about setting a good image.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Emerging from the doorway was another rat half a head taller than him, with deep grey fur, sporting large muscles like that of the stonecutters back at the tribe. He was glistening with sweat, wiping it off his head with a rag attached to the half apron he wore, tools adorning the row of pockets on it. He sported armbands and leg wraps, both looking snugly wrapped around his bulging forearms and calves, not to mention the markings over his chest, a pattern of swirls and dots.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]He had curly brown hair, with sparkling eyes that matched his grin as he leapt off the top, landing on the soft grass a distance before John. Clearly he was experienced with just leaping out, and it looked almost like a stunt.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"Seymor told me about you, heard that did well for your final test as a junior hunter.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"Well, I just focused on using the branches, and worked with my friends to hunt the bear, nothing too spectacular, really~\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John blushed as he shook hands.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"Still, it's always a cause to celebrate. After all, being a hunter of the tribe is basically having a second family; brothers and sisters to train with and confide in.”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Lacroix’s grip was firm, and exuded confidence as John took another look at him. He was incredibly masculine, and the pale grey rat himself felt a bit small seeing his size. Yet the senior was entirely open to him chatting with him as they went up the stairs to his hut, where he got a view of the interior.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“You’re a carpenter?” John asked.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The sound of the woodwork from earlier was Lacroix working on some planks, with a carving knife on the floor, along with some small clumps of wood shavings littered about.. He could see a spear and a sword, both sharpened from branches, with floral patterns adorning the sides, making it such a sight to behold.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Indeed, I also like to craft other things, like outfits of various animal hides or practical things like hooks or staves.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]It was at this point that Lacroix undid the apron, laying it on a rack he had fashioned, revealing an ornate leather belt, highly decorated, and red tribal briefs that housed a bulge.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John's eyes went wide at that, his eyes stuck on it like a fly to a web. Every step Lacroix took made it bounce, and he could see the dark patches of sweat by the groin area. His own garment, purple with white thread woven in to form the symbol of courage, felt rather tight upon staring at it.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"That sounds really nice...I look forward to training under your guidance, Lacroix,\" John remarked, making sure his stare was not too obvious.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"Indeed, but don't worry too much if you're unsure what you wish to focus on. I'm versed in most aspects of the hunt, and I craft practical things for the tribe.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]His eyes glanced upon a half finished walking stick, and John immediately thought of Aiden, who sprained his ankle in a hunt by the river. That would serve as a way to help him walk till he recovered.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"That sounds good. Let me put my things down then.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John stole another look at Lacroix's bulge, seeing how those red briefs really stood out against his dark fur. It definitely carried an air of masculinity, and he was almost captivated by its size. He became hard once more, and he blushed at that, seeing the older rat turn, giving John a view of his rear.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]His tail had some straps that held pouches for things, and the base had some white tribal sash tied round, hanging freely. Then his eyes moved to the belt.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Curiosity suddenly took over his mind, pushing out lust from holding the reigns as he took a good look at the leather. It had signs of wear, but was also adorned with numerous things, like strange rocks, feathers, rock shards. It really did seem like-[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“What are you looking at?”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Oh no. He saw. He knew![/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John looked back to Lacroix, who had now turned, looking at him.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“I..well..the..uh..belt...it was-”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Oh this? It’s a collection of achievements in hunting.”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Achievements? Like...big hunts?” John asked.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Thank goodness he hadn’t realized that he was ogling his mentor’s bulge.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Indeed...come closer, so you can take a look~”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John moved forward, putting his things down and approaching to really get a clearer view of the belt, crouching to get a better view. It was also at this point that he detected a strange scent about Lacroix. It was strong, powerful, and easily recognizable like other smells. Soil, grass, fresh rain, mud, or even other animals, this one seemed distinct enough to be placed amongst those few.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“These teeth here are taken from fearsome beasts. Like a crocodile, jaguar, bear, even a cheetah. I even managed to hunt a lion one time.”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“A lion? But they’re so terrifying, their speed and their strength…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Had some terrible scars on my back, but they’re all better now, and I have one of its teeth here as a memory keepsake...[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Lacroix went on with the other things attached to the belt, going to snake fangs, rare bird feathers. John however, realized that the scent was mostly from the older rat. His face neared the belt even more, and his eyes travelled, going beyond and down back to that bulge once more, where he could now see the fabric weave of it.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Goodness, at this eye level angle, it looked even bigger.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]He had seen a few of his peers up close like this, albeit secretly at bath times in the rivers. For him, it piqued his interest, just to wonder about their sizes. They had tossed casual banter, every now and then bragging or making jokes about it, relating it to smuggling fruits, or being endowed like elephants or horses. Now here, he could even see the stitching, the fabric seamlessly housing-[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Wait, he had moved too close.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Oh no![/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Here’s where I was-Wha-!”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John had leaned in too much, and balance gave way. His weight pressed into Lacroix, and they both tumbled.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The older rat fell on his rear first, before his head thumped against the back wall. Thankfully there was nothing more to it, except for a mild ache that would probably follow.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Nnngh...oh...gh-...”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“A-are you alright? I-”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]But for the younger rat, he fell with his face right in the senior hunter’s crotch. The musk from it had sent everything into disarray like an upset beehive, and he found himself unable to stop sniffing.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Lacroix exhaled softly at that sensation, and looked at the younger rat, feeling himself harden in response. Shock had left his eyes widened, jaw dropped, at this sudden turnout of what was just a mere accident. He was still getting his bearings, now on the floor as compared to seconds before. A tinge of worry crept in as he looked about, seeing if this accident had upset his shelves or knocked over anything, or maybe it had damaged the flooring of the treehut.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]But all of that slowly gave way, stepping aside slowly like some elephant as he watched John continue to rub his face into his own bulge, sniffing it deeply. That curious nose of his, drawn to his scent, and he was so enraptured, just rubbing his face deeply, firmly.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]It felt so good. Too good to tell him to stop.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John shuddered, pressing even more into those red tribal garments, feeling the heat from the older rodent hunter. There were small bits of cooling sensations where residual sweat was left on parts of his face that rubbed in. The smell was intoxicating, and he just wanted more and more, he had to keep taking it in to satisfy this new hunger in him.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“You...really seem to enjoy that eh?” Lacroix remarked.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John suddenly tensed up, looking up at the senior rat, and then finally realized what he had been doing. Tripping into his mentor? Being facefirst in his crotch as well; lewdly nuzzling it and breathing in sweat scent? Furthermore he was hard and aroused, how could he have done this? The panic rampaged through his mind like a stampede of buffaloes, unstoppable, making him feel even more crushed by the second.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]He hurriedly sat up, face red as he gulped, afraid.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“L-Lacroix..I-”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]No.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Goodness, no.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]It couldn’t turn out like this.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Not when-[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“I didn’t say stop~”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]What?[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]He watched on as the older rat groped himself, kneading that bulge deftly with his hands. Sometimes he was a bit more rough, coaxing more pleasure from himself, then shifting to a gentle play. John could make out the contours of the senior’s erection, the head clearly defined on the fabric of the woven briefs.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Oh...my…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Get as much musk as you want, John, there’s always more of it~”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The older rat grinned, grabbing John, and pressing him into his bulge once more.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Mmm! Wa-”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The scent of his mentor erupted into his senses once more, tossing it all around like a mangled spider web. Immediately he went about breathing in that smell, relishing in the fusion of natural scent, sweat, and much more. His breathing slowed, long and heavy, drawn out to make every sniff count, whilst his heartbeat inversely sped up, excitement manifesting as stifled groans.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Keep going, John. This feels...amazing~”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Lacroix in turn started to rub himself again, a dark dot of pre forming at the bulge tip. He watched as it got onto the younger rat’s face, smeared about, and making those strands of fur glisten in the light like morning dewdrops. The rat soon took some curious sniffs at the small stain, then proceeded to once again bury his face into the crimson clad package once more, giving muffled grunts at the powerful scent.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The fondling continued, and John moved a bit to the lower end of the bulge before him. Finally at this angle, he realized that the red weaving had turned a bit pale at this region. It wasn’t obvious before with Lacroix standing upright and greeting him with smiles, but here from below where that musky package stood like some tall looming crimson mountain, he saw how the lower part had become a strange pink. Here was where the smell of his sweat took a strange shift, moving from a sharp bitterness to a more alluring salt and sour fusion. Now he really couldn’t resist, and never left his nose depart, almost breathing nothing but his mentor’s scent.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]All the while, the pre spot grew, and the air was filled with his eager sniffing, craving for the next intake of breath so he could have that scent fill his senses. Now he explored around the scarlet bulge, sometimes playfully nuzzling it from a few angles, or biting a bit on the fabric, kissing it even. This musk, such power, such rawness, it made his own erection fill his briefs snugly, and he was aware of his position, lying belly down on the floor, where he could rub a bit by grinding his hips..[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Mmm...Lacroix...this...this is…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Ahh...I know...John…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Nnnn...it’s...amazing...”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The older rat had not stopped jerking off through his red tribal briefs, just relishing in the waves of pleasure as his rodent protege kept focusing on just taking in everything. It began to build, growing speedier than he presumed it to be. More of that pre emerged, and John was more than eager to nuzzle into it. Lacroix himself merely did his best to stifle another moan, petting John’s head, gently stroking his fur.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Ahh...just...don’t stop...I’m going to…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]His orgasm hit suddenly, and his body jerked at each wave of pleasure. Cum squirted out, filling the inside of his red tribal briefs and seeping through the fabric. A long moan escaped him, filling the air, and his jerking motions sped up to add to the pleasure he faced. There came that warm feeling of excess thick rodent seed dripping down to his crotch, and it only added to the arousing sensations he was experiencing.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John on the other hand, was taken aback at what had happened, and reeled back a bit in surprise. He watched as the scarlet package turned dark, the wetness coating the bottom of the fabric, shiny and glistening. Then a spot of white thick cream in the centre, oozing in a single trail down almost endlessly as he watched his mentor grope and squeeze his bulge. The mess made a small puddle, and the air was filled with moaning and the sound of wet fabric squishing noises, Lacroix pleasuring himself till his climax rode out. All the while, the younger rat watched on, surprised, but oh so curious.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Lacroix...that…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The senior looked at him, with a solemn face as he then moved to sitting cross legged, still panting. Now he felt uneasy, having show such a side of himself to his junior.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“I...apologize...if you’re put off by all this…I-”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“No, no, it’s alright, Lacroix..”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“This...is more a tradition I learned from the lizard tribes. I visited them and-”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“-Others do it to?” John interrupted, his mind surprised. There was this growing curiosity, like a strange need to know more. He had to know, especially now when he was so...mesmerized.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The older rat simply nodded.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“The lizard tribe uses this to foster bonding, so that their hunters not only can find each other even in the dead of night, but also to encourage camaraderie~”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“I…wha…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“You...wish to know more?” he asked, looking at John, seeing the young one’s eyes widen.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John didn’t even hesitate.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Yes.”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Lacroix's blush returned, as he took a good look at John, seeing how physique, eyes wide with wonder, like a child seeing the giraffes or elephants for the first time. The older rat then pursed his lips, and smiled back at him.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"Sit up, and then I can tell you more.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John shifted from his prone position, moving from belly down to sitting properly on the floor, eyeing Lacroix's now-burgundy package the entire time. The wetness shimmered, and he could see a stray drop of cream drip down to join the cloudy white puddle beneath that bulge.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Lacroix groped himself again, as if demonstrating.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"Ever rubbed yourself?\" he suddenly asked.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The question was sharp and swift as an arrow, piercing John's mental hide, making things instantly awkward. His mouth opened to say something, and he hesitated, pausing for a long time to think of what to say. Having come out of nowhere, he wasn't prepared to answer something so sensitive.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"Uh...you mean...Umm...rubbing...as in…\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"Self pleasure, stroking your manhood till you spill your seed,\" Lacroix said, smiling a bit at seeing the young one's reaction.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"I...well...I know about it...the older males do it...but...I haven't...really…\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"You tried it?\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"I did...and it felt good..and...\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John couldn't bear to lift his head, eyes stuck to the floor, trying his best to hide his expression. His cheeks flushed with shame as he revealed such a private thing about himself, as if he was guilty of a crime.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]\"It's alright. Calm yourself, no need to fret.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Lacroix then crawled over, lowering his head. John could only watch as the older, muskier rat move to return the favor, nuzzling his violet fabric covered bulge, going slow.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“?!”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Many males do it. The lizards especially love it,” he sand as he sniffed, “Mmmm…you smell good as well~”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Ahh..La...La...croix…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]The older rat’s nuzzling was more firm, really pushing right into his bulge. There were some whiffs, him getting a really good sense of the scent within the purple fabric, as if trying to evaluate it like an eagle with the lands. Sweat, lots of it, fresh at that too, definitely from the long trek here. It wasn’t strong, but it was still quite satisfying to take it all in. Lacroix looked up, seeing John’s expression of surprise mixed with pleasure, and couldn’t help but smirk, still keeping it up.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]And there it was, pre, emerging through the confines of the violet bulge. He licked at it, tasting the first of much more to come. But he then stopped, knowing John was hard enough for the next part.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“You remind me of myself when I first discovered this~”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Ahh...really?”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John smiled sheepishly, seeing Lacroix get up, bulge still swinging a bit, now marked with the load of cum that spilled out a while ago. He went and hugged the younger rat from behind, now moving to grope the bulge from a new angle, cradling it in his hold.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Indeed, I was with the lizards, and took part in something...like...this.”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John once again groaned out loud, Lacroix getting right down to playfully licking his ears, or smooching at his neck. He rubbed that bulge once again, jerking it off slowly, feeling the texture of the cloth and how it kept his nethers so snugly packed in. It entertained him greatly, seeing John’s reaction to each squeeze and fondle. Kneading and playing with it made the junior rat into a moaning, shuddering mess, and he wasn’t intent on stopping.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Ahhh..Lacroix...it feels...so...so good...Gnnn…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]He panted, gritting his teeth as the growing feeling crescendoed, coming in non-stop waves, and bringing him even closer to this buildup he felt deep down. He couldn’t help but squirm, seeing his senior’s grip masturbate him endlessly, where every rub seemed to push him even closer and closer.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“How about this, John?”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Lacroix moved his left hand up, and rubbed his protege’s nipple.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Ha-Ahhh!”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Now entering the pleasure was this tingling piercing sensation, where it hit on the highs like a song. John had been resisting in voicing his arousal, but this had him absorbed fully into it, and he couldn’t bear it any more to stifle anything.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Still Lacroix didn’t stop, and he kept up his pace, still having some fun with the young hunter-to-be’s bulge. He petted it every now and then, treating it like some eager, happy pet, stroking the tent gingerly. Meanwhile, his fingers danced and toyed around John’s left nip, feeling its stiffness, seeing it protrude through the fur. A pinch, a gentle tweak, and he could tell John was simply having the time of his life.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“I’m glad you love it, John. Are you ready for the final part?”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Ahh! Lacroix...nnnn...ahh, ye-Ahhh...Ahhhhhhhhhh~!”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]His words were cut off at his own orgasm, where he suddenly gave a loud cry of delight. Lacroix felt the bulge become wet and warm, still jerking it hard as his own load of cum began to seep out and trickle down the curve of his package. It dripped to the floor in a mosaic of white on brown wood, and it still kept on flowing out of him. The seconds that passed by seemed to go on forever, stretched out, and John was still lost in the pleasure of his climax, feeling the waves wash over him, mighty, strong, a force beyond him as the jizz puddle grew, and his purple tribal garment briefs became a deep color at the bottom from all the seed he gave out.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]Silence followed, nothing else but his heavy panting. John leaned back against Lacroix, feeling his body heat radiate out. Lacroix simply petted him, affectionately giving his right ear a scratch.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Now that...is what I can a fun mess~” Lacroix remarked, giving John another teasing grope, feeling the cum-soaked areas on his bulge.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Ahh...Lacroix…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Hmhmhm, I really do look forward to training you up~”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Nnn...I...I’d like that...and…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Hmm?” Lacroix looked at him.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“This...this..feeling just now…”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Oh this? Oh we’ll have much more of it. You can bet.”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“W-wait, really?”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“I don’t see why not...we can have so much fun rubbing each other, and you can take in my scent all you want~”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]John smiled, sitting up and turned, looking at his mentor. He took a view below, seeing the crimson bulge of his tribal briefs, stained and musky.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“I think I’d like that. I look forward to training under you~”[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]They embraced, foreheads touching, as well as bulges, rubbing against one another in a lewd and sensual hug. John began to moan again as their crotches pressed together, excess cum mixing, as Lacroix’s hands ventured through the fur of John’s back, to his rear where he gave it a cheeky grope. John smiled, and welcomed the gesture, grinning back at his trainer. Lacroix kept his hands there, and nuzzled him softly.[/color]\n\n[color=#000000]“Same as well, John...same as well.”[/color]\n\n\n\n[color=#000000]Written Commission for TrailblazersFan, about rats and lots of musk[/color]\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "John had always been unsure of his own skill and capabilities as a hunter. Even when he had trained diligently with spear, blade and bow, there was always a nagging thought of inadequacy when he looked at his peers. But he knew he wasn’t cut out for things like weaving or brewing healing medicine or tonics. It bugged him like an obstinate scourge of mosquitoes and he gave a sigh, feeling rather muddled.

The rat walked along the path in the forest, the ambient noise of the wind passing through the canopy, familiar and soothing to him as he looked about at the serene grassy terrain. There were no birds about here, and the only other thing that pierced the silence was the insects and his footsteps. His eyes drifted about, moving to the bright blues and yellows of some flowers as he walked on. It did help to quell these thoughts of his, calming him as he got absorbed in his journey, even as he sought to find his mentor’s abode in this new area.

It was the custom for their tribe, where every rat hunter-in-training, once having completed the basics, would be assigned to a mentor where they would live together and hone on specific areas of expertise. Some were talented in trap setting, others with fishing by the river or the sea, and he even remembered seeing a group with skills in making throwing knives, meant for hunting birds or stronger beasts. Already he was wondering what it would be like, having never really gotten the chance to speak with every member of the hunters.

John wiped sweat from his neck and forehead, his pale grey fur adorned with a few markings given by the elders from various ceremonies and events. To be honest, he didn’t have that much muscle as compared with others, his body was more slim, but he made up for it in terms of agility.

But when asked, he didn’t have an idea of what he was interested in. In spite of his insecurity, he did feel a sense of thrill when hunting, or just spending time with friends sharpening a blade. Most of his friends already displayed natural talent and-

The rat shook his head, as if to rid himself of the negativity. Come on now, no need to demoralize yourself with such mental comparison. Just do your best, he thought to himself.

The other seniors had looked at him, and they seemed to come to some agreement. Even though they never discussed it, they still all came to the same conclusion as to who would be best to train him up.

He still wondered why they all agreed on having Lacroix be his trainer though...

The rat looked about still, scratching behind his ears, tail swaying side to side in the grass. He found the hut, nestled within the branches of the trees above, and stairs, made from thick branches, hammered into the trunk. Noise could be heard from inside, the sound of some woodwork, and the crackle of a slow fire. John hadn’t seen a home set above ground, and was already impressed by the way it was built. Set high above and away from predators, using natural shelter from the trees to ward off the rain, there were even makeshift vines connecting a few branches, designed to hang laundry in clear view of the sun.

By the ground were some sticks, and parts of a felled tree, with drag marks in the soil, showing it was just pulled here a while ago. Perhaps this Lacroix was going to craft and build something else. Past this was a swift babbling river in the distance, leading to stone mountains. It was a good spot to stay by, and the air was already filled with the smell of cooked meat.

“Is that you, John?” Came the voice from upstairs, “it's me, Lacroix! Give me a moment to come down. I’m a bit occupied with something!”

The pale rat looked up, and pursed his lips, trying to dispel the nervousness. He adjusted his satchel, and tightened the straps that held his knife, trying to look his best for his mentor.

“No worries!” He replied, waiting as he heard footsteps approach the treehut’s entrance.

John then wondered why he was surprised that Lacroix was expecting him, it seemed out of place. He definitely was too worried about setting a good image.

Emerging from the doorway was another rat half a head taller than him, with deep grey fur, sporting large muscles like that of the stonecutters back at the tribe. He was glistening with sweat, wiping it off his head with a rag attached to the half apron he wore, tools adorning the row of pockets on it. He sported armbands and leg wraps, both looking snugly wrapped around his bulging forearms and calves, not to mention the markings over his chest, a pattern of swirls and dots.

He had curly brown hair, with sparkling eyes that matched his grin as he leapt off the top, landing on the soft grass a distance before John. Clearly he was experienced with just leaping out, and it looked almost like a stunt.

"Seymor told me about you, heard that did well for your final test as a junior hunter."

"Well, I just focused on using the branches, and worked with my friends to hunt the bear, nothing too spectacular, really~"

John blushed as he shook hands.

"Still, it's always a cause to celebrate. After all, being a hunter of the tribe is basically having a second family; brothers and sisters to train with and confide in.”

Lacroix’s grip was firm, and exuded confidence as John took another look at him. He was incredibly masculine, and the pale grey rat himself felt a bit small seeing his size. Yet the senior was entirely open to him chatting with him as they went up the stairs to his hut, where he got a view of the interior.

“You’re a carpenter?” John asked.

The sound of the woodwork from earlier was Lacroix working on some planks, with a carving knife on the floor, along with some small clumps of wood shavings littered about.. He could see a spear and a sword, both sharpened from branches, with floral patterns adorning the sides, making it such a sight to behold.

“Indeed, I also like to craft other things, like outfits of various animal hides or practical things like hooks or staves."

It was at this point that Lacroix undid the apron, laying it on a rack he had fashioned, revealing an ornate leather belt, highly decorated, and red tribal briefs that housed a bulge.

John's eyes went wide at that, his eyes stuck on it like a fly to a web. Every step Lacroix took made it bounce, and he could see the dark patches of sweat by the groin area. His own garment, purple with white thread woven in to form the symbol of courage, felt rather tight upon staring at it.

"That sounds really nice...I look forward to training under your guidance, Lacroix," John remarked, making sure his stare was not too obvious.

"Indeed, but don't worry too much if you're unsure what you wish to focus on. I'm versed in most aspects of the hunt, and I craft practical things for the tribe."

His eyes glanced upon a half finished walking stick, and John immediately thought of Aiden, who sprained his ankle in a hunt by the river. That would serve as a way to help him walk till he recovered.

"That sounds good. Let me put my things down then."

John stole another look at Lacroix's bulge, seeing how those red briefs really stood out against his dark fur. It definitely carried an air of masculinity, and he was almost captivated by its size. He became hard once more, and he blushed at that, seeing the older rat turn, giving John a view of his rear.

His tail had some straps that held pouches for things, and the base had some white tribal sash tied round, hanging freely. Then his eyes moved to the belt.

Curiosity suddenly took over his mind, pushing out lust from holding the reigns as he took a good look at the leather. It had signs of wear, but was also adorned with numerous things, like strange rocks, feathers, rock shards. It really did seem like-

“What are you looking at?”

Oh no. He saw. He knew!

John looked back to Lacroix, who had now turned, looking at him.

“I..well..the..uh..belt...it was-”

“Oh this? It’s a collection of achievements in hunting.”

“Achievements? Like...big hunts?” John asked.

Thank goodness he hadn’t realized that he was ogling his mentor’s bulge.

“Indeed...come closer, so you can take a look~”

John moved forward, putting his things down and approaching to really get a clearer view of the belt, crouching to get a better view. It was also at this point that he detected a strange scent about Lacroix. It was strong, powerful, and easily recognizable like other smells. Soil, grass, fresh rain, mud, or even other animals, this one seemed distinct enough to be placed amongst those few.

“These teeth here are taken from fearsome beasts. Like a crocodile, jaguar, bear, even a cheetah. I even managed to hunt a lion one time.”

“A lion? But they’re so terrifying, their speed and their strength…”

“Had some terrible scars on my back, but they’re all better now, and I have one of its teeth here as a memory keepsake...

Lacroix went on with the other things attached to the belt, going to snake fangs, rare bird feathers. John however, realized that the scent was mostly from the older rat. His face neared the belt even more, and his eyes travelled, going beyond and down back to that bulge once more, where he could now see the fabric weave of it.

Goodness, at this eye level angle, it looked even bigger.

He had seen a few of his peers up close like this, albeit secretly at bath times in the rivers. For him, it piqued his interest, just to wonder about their sizes. They had tossed casual banter, every now and then bragging or making jokes about it, relating it to smuggling fruits, or being endowed like elephants or horses. Now here, he could even see the stitching, the fabric seamlessly housing-

Wait, he had moved too close.

Oh no!

“Here’s where I was-Wha-!”

John had leaned in too much, and balance gave way. His weight pressed into Lacroix, and they both tumbled.

The older rat fell on his rear first, before his head thumped against the back wall. Thankfully there was nothing more to it, except for a mild ache that would probably follow.

“Nnngh...oh...gh-...”

“A-are you alright? I-”

But for the younger rat, he fell with his face right in the senior hunter’s crotch. The musk from it had sent everything into disarray like an upset beehive, and he found himself unable to stop sniffing.

Lacroix exhaled softly at that sensation, and looked at the younger rat, feeling himself harden in response. Shock had left his eyes widened, jaw dropped, at this sudden turnout of what was just a mere accident. He was still getting his bearings, now on the floor as compared to seconds before. A tinge of worry crept in as he looked about, seeing if this accident had upset his shelves or knocked over anything, or maybe it had damaged the flooring of the treehut.

But all of that slowly gave way, stepping aside slowly like some elephant as he watched John continue to rub his face into his own bulge, sniffing it deeply. That curious nose of his, drawn to his scent, and he was so enraptured, just rubbing his face deeply, firmly.

It felt so good. Too good to tell him to stop.

John shuddered, pressing even more into those red tribal garments, feeling the heat from the older rodent hunter. There were small bits of cooling sensations where residual sweat was left on parts of his face that rubbed in. The smell was intoxicating, and he just wanted more and more, he had to keep taking it in to satisfy this new hunger in him.

“You...really seem to enjoy that eh?” Lacroix remarked.

John suddenly tensed up, looking up at the senior rat, and then finally realized what he had been doing. Tripping into his mentor? Being facefirst in his crotch as well; lewdly nuzzling it and breathing in sweat scent? Furthermore he was hard and aroused, how could he have done this? The panic rampaged through his mind like a stampede of buffaloes, unstoppable, making him feel even more crushed by the second.

He hurriedly sat up, face red as he gulped, afraid.

“L-Lacroix..I-”

No.

Goodness, no.

It couldn’t turn out like this.

Not when-

“I didn’t say stop~”

What?

He watched on as the older rat groped himself, kneading that bulge deftly with his hands. Sometimes he was a bit more rough, coaxing more pleasure from himself, then shifting to a gentle play. John could make out the contours of the senior’s erection, the head clearly defined on the fabric of the woven briefs.

“Oh...my…”

“Get as much musk as you want, John, there’s always more of it~”

The older rat grinned, grabbing John, and pressing him into his bulge once more.

“Mmm! Wa-”

The scent of his mentor erupted into his senses once more, tossing it all around like a mangled spider web. Immediately he went about breathing in that smell, relishing in the fusion of natural scent, sweat, and much more. His breathing slowed, long and heavy, drawn out to make every sniff count, whilst his heartbeat inversely sped up, excitement manifesting as stifled groans.

“Keep going, John. This feels...amazing~”

Lacroix in turn started to rub himself again, a dark dot of pre forming at the bulge tip. He watched as it got onto the younger rat’s face, smeared about, and making those strands of fur glisten in the light like morning dewdrops. The rat soon took some curious sniffs at the small stain, then proceeded to once again bury his face into the crimson clad package once more, giving muffled grunts at the powerful scent.

The fondling continued, and John moved a bit to the lower end of the bulge before him. Finally at this angle, he realized that the red weaving had turned a bit pale at this region. It wasn’t obvious before with Lacroix standing upright and greeting him with smiles, but here from below where that musky package stood like some tall looming crimson mountain, he saw how the lower part had become a strange pink. Here was where the smell of his sweat took a strange shift, moving from a sharp bitterness to a more alluring salt and sour fusion. Now he really couldn’t resist, and never left his nose depart, almost breathing nothing but his mentor’s scent.

All the while, the pre spot grew, and the air was filled with his eager sniffing, craving for the next intake of breath so he could have that scent fill his senses. Now he explored around the scarlet bulge, sometimes playfully nuzzling it from a few angles, or biting a bit on the fabric, kissing it even. This musk, such power, such rawness, it made his own erection fill his briefs snugly, and he was aware of his position, lying belly down on the floor, where he could rub a bit by grinding his hips..

“Mmm...Lacroix...this...this is…”

“Ahh...I know...John…”

“Nnnn...it’s...amazing...”

The older rat had not stopped jerking off through his red tribal briefs, just relishing in the waves of pleasure as his rodent protege kept focusing on just taking in everything. It began to build, growing speedier than he presumed it to be. More of that pre emerged, and John was more than eager to nuzzle into it. Lacroix himself merely did his best to stifle another moan, petting John’s head, gently stroking his fur.

“Ahh...just...don’t stop...I’m going to…”

His orgasm hit suddenly, and his body jerked at each wave of pleasure. Cum squirted out, filling the inside of his red tribal briefs and seeping through the fabric. A long moan escaped him, filling the air, and his jerking motions sped up to add to the pleasure he faced. There came that warm feeling of excess thick rodent seed dripping down to his crotch, and it only added to the arousing sensations he was experiencing.

John on the other hand, was taken aback at what had happened, and reeled back a bit in surprise. He watched as the scarlet package turned dark, the wetness coating the bottom of the fabric, shiny and glistening. Then a spot of white thick cream in the centre, oozing in a single trail down almost endlessly as he watched his mentor grope and squeeze his bulge. The mess made a small puddle, and the air was filled with moaning and the sound of wet fabric squishing noises, Lacroix pleasuring himself till his climax rode out. All the while, the younger rat watched on, surprised, but oh so curious.

“Lacroix...that…”

The senior looked at him, with a solemn face as he then moved to sitting cross legged, still panting. Now he felt uneasy, having show such a side of himself to his junior.

“I...apologize...if you’re put off by all this…I-”

“No, no, it’s alright, Lacroix..”

“This...is more a tradition I learned from the lizard tribes. I visited them and-”

“-Others do it to?” John interrupted, his mind surprised. There was this growing curiosity, like a strange need to know more. He had to know, especially now when he was so...mesmerized.

The older rat simply nodded.

“The lizard tribe uses this to foster bonding, so that their hunters not only can find each other even in the dead of night, but also to encourage camaraderie~”

“I…wha…”

“You...wish to know more?” he asked, looking at John, seeing the young one’s eyes widen.

John didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes.”

Lacroix's blush returned, as he took a good look at John, seeing how physique, eyes wide with wonder, like a child seeing the giraffes or elephants for the first time. The older rat then pursed his lips, and smiled back at him.

"Sit up, and then I can tell you more."

John shifted from his prone position, moving from belly down to sitting properly on the floor, eyeing Lacroix's now-burgundy package the entire time. The wetness shimmered, and he could see a stray drop of cream drip down to join the cloudy white puddle beneath that bulge.

Lacroix groped himself again, as if demonstrating.

"Ever rubbed yourself?" he suddenly asked.

The question was sharp and swift as an arrow, piercing John's mental hide, making things instantly awkward. His mouth opened to say something, and he hesitated, pausing for a long time to think of what to say. Having come out of nowhere, he wasn't prepared to answer something so sensitive.

"Uh...you mean...Umm...rubbing...as in…"

"Self pleasure, stroking your manhood till you spill your seed," Lacroix said, smiling a bit at seeing the young one's reaction.

"I...well...I know about it...the older males do it...but...I haven't...really…"

"You tried it?"

"I did...and it felt good..and..."

John couldn't bear to lift his head, eyes stuck to the floor, trying his best to hide his expression. His cheeks flushed with shame as he revealed such a private thing about himself, as if he was guilty of a crime.

"It's alright. Calm yourself, no need to fret."

Lacroix then crawled over, lowering his head. John could only watch as the older, muskier rat move to return the favor, nuzzling his violet fabric covered bulge, going slow.

“?!”

“Many males do it. The lizards especially love it,” he sand as he sniffed, “Mmmm…you smell good as well~”

“Ahh..La...La...croix…”

The older rat’s nuzzling was more firm, really pushing right into his bulge. There were some whiffs, him getting a really good sense of the scent within the purple fabric, as if trying to evaluate it like an eagle with the lands. Sweat, lots of it, fresh at that too, definitely from the long trek here. It wasn’t strong, but it was still quite satisfying to take it all in. Lacroix looked up, seeing John’s expression of surprise mixed with pleasure, and couldn’t help but smirk, still keeping it up.

And there it was, pre, emerging through the confines of the violet bulge. He licked at it, tasting the first of much more to come. But he then stopped, knowing John was hard enough for the next part.

“You remind me of myself when I first discovered this~”

“Ahh...really?”

John smiled sheepishly, seeing Lacroix get up, bulge still swinging a bit, now marked with the load of cum that spilled out a while ago. He went and hugged the younger rat from behind, now moving to grope the bulge from a new angle, cradling it in his hold.

“Indeed, I was with the lizards, and took part in something...like...this.”

John once again groaned out loud, Lacroix getting right down to playfully licking his ears, or smooching at his neck. He rubbed that bulge once again, jerking it off slowly, feeling the texture of the cloth and how it kept his nethers so snugly packed in. It entertained him greatly, seeing John’s reaction to each squeeze and fondle. Kneading and playing with it made the junior rat into a moaning, shuddering mess, and he wasn’t intent on stopping.

“Ahhh..Lacroix...it feels...so...so good...Gnnn…”

He panted, gritting his teeth as the growing feeling crescendoed, coming in non-stop waves, and bringing him even closer to this buildup he felt deep down. He couldn’t help but squirm, seeing his senior’s grip masturbate him endlessly, where every rub seemed to push him even closer and closer.

“How about this, John?”

Lacroix moved his left hand up, and rubbed his protege’s nipple.

“Ha-Ahhh!”

Now entering the pleasure was this tingling piercing sensation, where it hit on the highs like a song. John had been resisting in voicing his arousal, but this had him absorbed fully into it, and he couldn’t bear it any more to stifle anything.

Still Lacroix didn’t stop, and he kept up his pace, still having some fun with the young hunter-to-be’s bulge. He petted it every now and then, treating it like some eager, happy pet, stroking the tent gingerly. Meanwhile, his fingers danced and toyed around John’s left nip, feeling its stiffness, seeing it protrude through the fur. A pinch, a gentle tweak, and he could tell John was simply having the time of his life.

“I’m glad you love it, John. Are you ready for the final part?”

“Ahh! Lacroix...nnnn...ahh, ye-Ahhh...Ahhhhhhhhhh~!”

His words were cut off at his own orgasm, where he suddenly gave a loud cry of delight. Lacroix felt the bulge become wet and warm, still jerking it hard as his own load of cum began to seep out and trickle down the curve of his package. It dripped to the floor in a mosaic of white on brown wood, and it still kept on flowing out of him. The seconds that passed by seemed to go on forever, stretched out, and John was still lost in the pleasure of his climax, feeling the waves wash over him, mighty, strong, a force beyond him as the jizz puddle grew, and his purple tribal garment briefs became a deep color at the bottom from all the seed he gave out.

Silence followed, nothing else but his heavy panting. John leaned back against Lacroix, feeling his body heat radiate out. Lacroix simply petted him, affectionately giving his right ear a scratch.

“Now that...is what I can a fun mess~” Lacroix remarked, giving John another teasing grope, feeling the cum-soaked areas on his bulge.

“Ahh...Lacroix…”

“Hmhmhm, I really do look forward to training you up~”

“Nnn...I...I’d like that...and…”

“Hmm?” Lacroix looked at him.

“This...this..feeling just now…”

“Oh this? Oh we’ll have much more of it. You can bet.”

“W-wait, really?”

“I don’t see why not...we can have so much fun rubbing each other, and you can take in my scent all you want~”

John smiled, sitting up and turned, looking at his mentor. He took a view below, seeing the crimson bulge of his tribal briefs, stained and musky.

“I think I’d like that. I look forward to training under you~”

They embraced, foreheads touching, as well as bulges, rubbing against one another in a lewd and sensual hug. John began to moan again as their crotches pressed together, excess cum mixing, as Lacroix’s hands ventured through the fur of John’s back, to his rear where he gave it a cheeky grope. John smiled, and welcomed the gesture, grinning back at his trainer. Lacroix kept his hands there, and nuzzled him softly.

“Same as well, John...same as well.”



Written Commission for TrailblazersFan, about rats and lots of musk

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