RE: Tales From The Fur
A blinding light ripped him from what had been quite a lovely dream. Involving one very muscular wolf and his catching of a sweet little bunny. Remy groaned drawing the furs closer around his small body. More to block out the voice than to block out the light. “God Remy how can you possibly sleep on a day like today?” When the young male rabbit peeked out at his sister confusion on his groggy face, she huffed in annoyance. “Have you forgotten? Your trial of manhood. Its today. If you pass you can leave the village and become the trader you've only talked about being since forever and a year.” The sunlight poured into Remy's small tent, his sister framed in its doorway. She and he were roughly the same size, being twins it only made sense. Both were small, both had a covering of soft brown fur on their bodies and a lighter tan on their stomachs. Both had long ears, long dark brown hair and golden brown eyes. Nelly had a slim waist flared hips and a plump ass topped with the cutest wiggling little rabbit tail. The only difference between her body and Remy's was that her chest was loaded down with impressive hooters. Remy's features could get him mistaken for female. If it wasn't for the small, but still there, penis even those who knew him would wonder.
For the most part Remy didn't mind being mistaken for female, in their tribe sex was commonplace. Being rabbits it went with the territory. To walk in on a couple having sex was a common occurrence. Men and women, women and other women, men and other men, in their tribe gender didn't matter. Pleasure did. Kids were encouraged at an early age to learn their bodies and what better way to learn then to touch and be touched by others? And virginity was taken early in their tribe. Pretty early on it happened, mostly by the young ones experimenting with each other. Once that happened the young adult was handed over to an experienced tribe member of the opposite gender and coached, once finished they were then given to a tribe member of the same gender and put through the same teachings. Once a young male reached a certain age they were put through a trial of manhood. Designed to test their strength and fortitude. If it was deemed that they passed the newly anointed male was allowed to leave the tribe if that was his desire. Females had their own trial into womanhood, when once passed they could be married off to a male outside the tribe if they so desired. Unlike their male counterparts they could not travel.
“Seriously your manhood trial? It starts when the sun is at its peak. Which it very nearly is. No one expected you to sleep in all day on such an auspicious day. Get up you lazy bum.” With his sisters scoldings still burning in his ears the young male got up naked, as he always slept, and proud of it not bothering to hide his morning erection from his sisters amused gaze. “That will probably help you in the trial. Don't dress either that's part of it. Now go before the warchief Hetar takes it out on us both.” Quickly she ushered her brother from his home and towards the center of the village where everyone had gathered to watch the ceremony. The actual trial itself would happen in a clearing outside the village. Everyone knew what would happen and wished Remy luck as he passed them. The two tribe members selected to help had already undergone the proper rituals for the trial. They flanked the warchief. Hetar was a monster of a bunny, muscles on muscles. Every inch of him covered in scars, if others thought a tribe of bunnies easy pickings they had only to look at him and know how wrong they were. Bowing his head he stood before the warchief, also nude his impressive manhood dwarfing Remy's, and waited while he spoke the proper words to the gods asking that they see him through this trial. Blah blah blah, Remy was barely listening. He was eager to get out there and start. His excitement apparent to all, earning him affectionate chuckles. Smiling sheepishly he raised his head ears cocked as the warchief motioned him forward.
He was led through the thick brush down a well trodden path, followed by Hetar and the two warrior's who were to be his trial. He knew of them, both renowned warriors, excellent stamina they would test his mettle. He didn't look back, he wasn't allowed too and the close growing trees didn't offer much light as it was. Finally the path opened out into a small secluded clearing. Hetar watched as the young feminine boy went to the center, where there was a small mound of dirt, and knelt on it. He motioned to the two warriors and backed away following the path towards the village. He sank into the dirt at the start of the path. None could follow, none could see Remy until the trial was over. He either passed or failed.
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