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The Panther Tribe had been thriving as of late. Hunting was good and the tribe itself was full of strong warriors. Their growing success came with a reputation that spread throughout the lands, reaching the ears of other tribes and smaller groups. Sometimes they were challenged to a fight or just their leader, Orrit, was given a direct challenge for his title as Panther Tribe leader. Many had come to overthrow him and they were taught a lesson they wouldn't soon forget.

This added to their reputation and for a while the tribe hadn't been approached by anyone new. They figured that it finally stuck for all of the outsiders out there. Anyone coming to challenge them would not be met with an easy victory. The entire tribe was shocked when a single coyote was found on their land. He was standing on the edge of their border, being just inside of the marked territory. Even stranger, he seemed to be waiting for the group of panther scouts. Without question, they brought him back to the heart of their tribe. The other panthers gawked at the outsider, somewhere whispering about him as well. There was no fear on the coyote's face but no anger either. Nobody could discern his intentions. Not until he was face to face with their leader, Orrit.

All of the panthers were proud and strong, standing tall and having bodies built up of hard muscle that showed underneath their black fur. But even the strongest regular warrior was easily outdone by their leader. Orrt towered above them and his body was thicker and wider. Despite being so massive in every way, he was a gentle giant towards his tribemates and allies outside of the tribe. When seeing the coyote for himself, Orrit didn't see or sense any foul intent from the canine.

"Let him speak for himself," Orrit said. The others obeyed and eased off of the coyote, allowing him to step forwards. Even if the stranger had ill intentions he was outmatched and outnumbered. The moment he stepped out of line they would be all over him.

"I first heard about this tribe," the canine said. He sounded a bit nervous at first but cleared his throat. Looking Orrit directly in the eyes, he continued and had an unexpected smile on his face. "I've been watching you for a while as well. This tribe is made up of mostly men. Appealing ones. I've thought about this for some time and decided... I want to join your tribe."

There were sounds of surprise all around him. Many thought it was a joke but the coyote looked nothing short of serious. Orrit approached the coyote. Like others in the lands, the canine was built as well but more lithe and athletic than bulky like the surrounding felines. He was the shortest male in the room and the weakest when it came to raw power.

"Interesting..." the leading panther said. "But you'll have to earn your place..."

***

The coyote, Haya, had been allowed to stay in the Panther Tribe. But he had yet to be formally accepted into the group. As the leader said to him about a month ago, he had to "earn his place." That required him participating in things such as hunts and tribe traditions. Keeping up with the stronger panthers was a challenge in itself sometimes. Haya was managing well so far, seemingly wanting to prove himself.

Participating in panther customs was one thing for the coyote but there was another element involved. From the moment he had been approved by Orrit, Haya was made to be completely nude. The other males weren't wearing much either, just a simple loincloth and nothing more. Their bodies were on full display and it wasn't as if the thin cloths worked effectively.

When walking through the tribe, he would be gawked at by the large felines. At this point Haya was used to it and it wasn't as if he wasn't attracted to the many sexy males. They were practically as nude as himself. Their large bodies came with hefty cocks that were no match for the loincloths that usually hid them. The moment they became erect, the cloth would be pushed to the side, letting the full feline erection be seen.

Some had forgone the loincloth entirely, recognizing how useless it was. Of course there were many that just wanted to show themselves off. The higher ranked warriors often practiced casual nudity. Even in a flaccid state, they had something worth showing off. In fact, a nude warrior directly approached the coyote. Haya was standing in front of a market. Participating in a hunt earned him some currency. He was looking to buy some fresh fruits that came from a recent trade.

While sniffing out the quality of a fruit, the coyote jumped from a large hand roughly gripping and squeezing his ass. Out in the open for anyone nearby to see, Haya shivered and whined from the groping. He loved being teased by the entire tribe. They were allowed to touch him in anyway they wanted but Orrit had made it clear there was to be not actual sexual acts. The only one allowed to penetrate the coyote was the tribe leader himself. It was done in public and everyone was welcome to watch and spill their seed to the sight.

The trained and disciplined panthers did as they were told, not daring to go behind their leader's back. It would only be for a little longer anyways. Upon the second month in the tribe, a ritual would be performed to make Haya an official member. Then he would be able to fool around with the other panthers, with his consent given of course.

Haya and the others were counting down the days. For the time being they got their fill on teasing each other. The coyote would purposely linger in places, having his nude ass free to be grabbed and played with. In return he was allowed to tease them back. One of his favorite things to do was play with their chest. A pair of wide pecs covered in smooth black fur; it was fun and arousing for him to knead them in his hands. He could tease their nipples directly, watching them react via shivers and moans from his touch.

The days continued to pass and the gazes of the panthers became more lustful. They couldn't wait to get their hands on him and Haya could hardly contain himself either. Finally, there was only one day left. Haya could hardly sleep that night but when he did drift off the next day came sooner than expected. One moment he was dreaming and the next he was being woken up by the top three panthers. Spirit, Willow, and Corin were the strongest and Orrit's most trusted. They escorted him directly to the tribe leader's large hut.

Before getting to the "fun" stuff, Haya was first treated to a meal and a bath. After that bath he was painted with symbols. Having spent enough time among the panthers he recognized them as the symbols for strength, patience, and brotherhood. Some of the tribe's core values. The panther painting them on his body mentioned something about them being waterproof. That sounded odd and Haya was quick to dismiss it, wondering if he was just hearing things.

After being painted he was returned to the main part of the large hut. Orrit, Spirit, Willow, and Corin were all waiting for him. The leader and his most trusted. He was made to kneel down before them. When doing that they all formed a circle around him. Orrit was in front, his large body towering over Haya's. "Today we welcome another into our ranks but we have to perform the ritual to make it official."

Orrit stepped closer to Haya and didn't stop until his semi-hard cock was pressed into the canine's face. Haya had gotten used to the scent of panthers. Using their strength and working beneath the sun made them prone to sweating. Their masculine scent was something his canine nose easily picked up on. It was very much enjoyed as well.

This was something else entirely. Orrit's loincloth was pressed into the newcomer's face. This was the ritual that all had to go through, whether outsider or born within the tribe. Haya knew what he had to do beforehand and didn't waste time. The leader's loincloth had a strong odor attached to it. His talented nose was able to discern urine, sweat, and even cum. All of it had been soaked in the fabric over multiple days. It was likely that Orrit wiped his cock clean with it. Either way, the smell was both strong and intoxicating.

"That's it. Take in the smell. But before me, you will clean the loincloths of your new brothers. The patience of waiting for this very moment, the strength that runs through a panther's veins, and the brotherhood of sharing carnal pleasure with your tribemates."

Haya did keep that in mind and he turned around. Spirit, Willow, and Corin had all gotten closer together to make things easier for the coyote. Being presented with three equally musky loincloths, he was unable to resist. He started with Willow, gently pressing his muzzle against it. It wasn't as strong as Orrit's but no less enjoyable.

His tail was wagging as he began to run his tongue along the cloth. Keeping the tribe's values in mind, he worked patiently. Slowly running the wet muscle along the covered length, he could taste the fluids that had been soaked into it. The second value: strength. He had to put in a bit of force to really clean out the old cum that stained the front. And the third value: simply by tongue-cleaning the loincloth, he was providing pleasure.

After cleaning up Spirit's, he moved on to do Willow's. The first had been a good mix of all three like Orrit's, but Willow's loincloth noticeably smelled more of urine than anything else. He then remembered that Willow usually remarked the borders. Given how thin the cloth was, it wasn't hard to imagine that the panther released his marking right through the fabric. Whatever the case, Haya was soon rewetting it with his saliva this time, reactivating the strong taste of Willow's dark water.

Corin had waited patiently for his turn. Haya's nose picked up pure sweat and that was easily explained. He was one of the best fighters and often sparred with his brethren. These spars more often than not left him very sweaty. And that simple piece of fabric was the only thing there to soak up the perspiration aside from the black fur. Haya certainly didn't complain, being able to breathe in and taste pure feline masculinity.

After taking care of them, Corin, Willow, and Spirit moved back into their previous positions. Haya turned around as well, facing Orrit once more. The tribe leader had a pleased look on his face while stepping close to press his covered length against the coyote's face.

He began to lick it, getting the taste of the various elements on his long and smooth tongue. The loincloths were pretty thin so every lick was felt directly by Orrit. His low moans were more intense as the tongue continued running over his covered length. The other three panthers were standing aside for the time being, keeping the circle formation around Haya.

Basking in the deep musky smell and getting more of the taste on his tongue, Haya was moaning as well. Being without a loincloth of his own, his knotted erection was out in the open for the felines to see. The fabric grew wetter from his tongue's motions, soaking it and reawakening the harsher flavors of the mixed elements. Haya hummed louder from the taste and smell growing stronger in real time.

Orrit felt his cock swelling underneath the loincloth. He placed his hand on the newcomer's head and Haya stopped. The leader couldn't get fully erect just yet. There was something that needed to be done first. His large hand simply brushed the cover aside, revealing his cock that outdid the others in the tribe. He was the biggest in every way, truly earning his place as leader. He took hold of his both lengthy and thick cock. The other three did the same, pushing their loincloths aside as well.

Haya was told to hold still and he did so. Orrit grunted while holding his length then sighed deeply. From his tip came a wide and strong rush of hot urine. The mostly clear and strong smelling fluid struck Haya's body and quickly began to soak into his pelt. The coyote melted from the heat that spread and the smell that was already clinging to his body.

Waiting after Orrit got started, Spirit, Willow, and Corin began to urinate on the coyote as well. Orrit was at his front, Spirit and Willow were on his left and right while Corin was at his back. From every angle, the top panthers were relieving themselves and marking the newcomer at the same time. Their sounds of pleasure and the trickles of their streams kept his ears flicking. Even stronger was the sense of warmth that spread out, covering every bit of him. His pelt soon felt heavy from being soaked and the scent of panther marking was intense, even stronger than the border markings.

He let himself be bathed in their urine, loving every moment of it. As the smells and warmth grew stronger still, his own shaft throbbed hard and leaked precum without being directly touched. Their steams died down, leaving him completely wet and smelling of panther. Having drained their bladders, the four panthers finally grew fully hard. They continued to hold their cocks, gripping them a bit tighter as they began to pump their fists back and forth.

Haya remained kneeling before them, drawn to the sight of Orrit's large cock being stroked. He had seen it before but this was his first time being able to just admire its size. Watching the hand go up and down made his heart pound and adding to that was the smell that reached his nose. The deep musk that freely wafted from his leader's cock. Orrit's moans were the loudest but the other three could be heard as well. The simple sound of fapping became more thanks to the addition of precum. It was freely leaking from their tips, slathering their wrapped hands. The slickness and added warmth allowed them to go faster and the scent of their sweating bodies filled the hut.

Moving their hands faster and grunting deeper, the tribe members were getting even closer to their own limits. To their shared surprise, Haya was the first to cum. Purely from basking in it all: the marking of his body, watching the leader pleasure himself, and drinking in the deep musk the entire time was more than enough to push him over the edge. He still hadn't touched himself but still came hard, making a rather large mess between Orrit's feet.

Following right after came Orrit's own climax. He snarled and squeezed his cock firmly. Spraying from the tip came from the first large gushes. It splattered down onto Haya's face and the following fat ropes ended up coating him. Layers of seed were all over his face and they slowly dripped down his neck and onto his chest. The others came as well, marking him in seed this time. On his sides and back, Haya felt the thicker and heavier fluid clinging to his pelt. The smell of markings was made even stronger than before. Panting hard and just embracing it all, Haya continued kneeling, letting the feeling of piss and cum take hold.

He was messy but allowed to stand up. Orrit patted him on the back and announced that Haya was an official member of the tribe. With his blessing and permission, Haya was allowed to step out of the hut as an honorary panther. The mix of urine and cum was worn with pride. The rest of the tribe was already waiting for him, all having erections and eager looks. Having a grin on his own face, the coyote approached slowly and practically threw himself to the others. One of the panthers in front caught him and kept a gentle hold. The hands of others were all over him, gripping and groping his messy body. To his surprise there was something being fastened to his lower half. Looking down he saw two panthers tying a loincloth onto him. That simple thing meant so much to him. It showed that he was a true part of the tribe. When the loincloth was on completely, they let him go and the rest of the tribe was on him. Their hands groped at the cloth, rubbing the growing erection underneath. He just sighed and then moaned, realizing that he was finally home and among his people...