The sun beat down on the dusty woodland trail catching in the dirt clouds that were kicked up as 10-year-old Ricky Cooper trudged forward. He was dragging his feet and dirtying his paws, but he didn't care. He didn't even want to be here in the first place. This vacation was supposed to be for just his parents, but since no babysitter could watch him for two weeks for a low enough price, they had just given him their spare ticket instead of throwing it away. To be fair, that was only after their friends had told them to, as Ricky was sure that they would have rather thrown it away. Ricky sighed; his parents were what a child psychologist would warn about, but seldom ever see. They looked like the model loving parents that would show up on a P.T.A. brochure to an outside observer. But in actuality, they only treated Ricky kindly when there was someone else around to see it. After that, they more or less pretended that they didn't have a son. Much less a timid and somewhat lonely little cub who didn't play sports or chess or anything other cubs parents boasted about at potluck dinners or office water coolers. And now, just like always, Ricky was dragged away from home just to keep up the impression that they were good people. The nature hike was so far the best part of the vacation as the hotel had gotten dull, and the smell of chlorine from the indoor pool kept making Ricky sneeze. There were no other kids there either, and instead, there were just business people and other vacationing couples, some with babies that couldn't be left alone but most on their own. But this hike was exciting, or at least it was at first. If there was one thing that Ricky liked, it was the outdoors. Ricky loved nature even if the only nature in his suburban neighborhood was a stand of trees so thin you could see a fast food restaurant through them. Still, it didn't matter; just being in a peaceful place with chirping birds and shady trees was one of the few things that made the young raccoon happy. But soon, the boredom crept back in, coupled with discomfort caused by the bad choice of outfit he had picked. A pair of red shorts that were scratchy and starting to ride up and a blue nylon shirt which trapped in an unpleasant amount of sweat, both of which carried an extra layer of resentment as these were the only things his parents had bothered to get him for his 10th birthday. This thought was suddenly put on hold when Ricky realized that he couldn't hear anything, but birds and a whistling breeze, no chatty nature guide, no grumbling parents, no stomping boots, no anything. Ricky looked up, and his boredom turned into concern and then panic. He had been lagging behind the group for a while, but now he was so far behind that he had pretty much been left behind. His striped tail stuck straight out behind him from shock, and his eyes went wide. 
	"Mom?" he called out. "Dad"? "Anyone?" Nobody replied, and to make matters worse, the trail split in two here, and there was no sign. Ricky tried to remember what the guide had said about landmarks, but all he could recall was something about moss growing either towards or away from home. Trying his luck, he went left. Not knowing that this was the wrong way. Ricky briskly walked down the trail, then he jogged, then ran, and then sprinted, panicking at the idea of being lost in the woods forever, but then “Wooaaaaaahhh!” His left foot caught on a root, and he tumbled head over tail off the trail and down an embankment; he tumbled, rolled, and finally skidded to a stop near a deer trail. "ow" he muttered, standing up and dusting himself off "now where am I well I guess I should try to find a way back.” Ricky began to walk down the deer trail, and as he walked, he began to feel like he was not alone. A rustling bush or a moving shadow here and there showed that someone or something was following him. "who's there?" he called out. Only silence answered him. He began to walk again when suddenly out of the bushes jumped two figures. All Ricky could discern was their brown fur before THUD. He was struck on the back of the head, and everything went black.
	A damp cloth rubbed against Ricky’s head, waking him from a state of unconsciousness. At first, he thought it must be a doctor or maybe even his mother and that he’d been rescued. Perhaps he was in an ambulance at this very moment, but then he realized that ambulances didn't make their patients stand up while being cared for, and they certainly did not tie them up. Ricky’s eyes shot open, and a mixture of fear and fascination filled the young cub. Ricky stood with his back against a sturdy wooden totem pole, his hands tied behind him and his legs bound tight to the base. Around him was a place that looked straight out of a history book. A small village of tipis was around him with intricate red patterns painted on them, and all around were other raccoons but they weren't like any that Ricky had ever seen. They each wore nothing but a small colorful triangle-shaped loincloth that barely hid anything. Some had headbands or necklaces, but they were all dressed just like the tribes that he'd read about in school. “Dab dab,” the wet cloth pressed against his head again, and Ricky looked to his right. There stood a raccoon cub about his age he wore an orange loincloth with yellow stripes he looked at Ricky and smiled kindly. Ricky, however, didn't smile as anyone who'd been captured by a strange tribe would do. He began panicking. He strained at the ropes holding him and began to shout. "where am I? what's happening? who are you? someone help me!" The cub in the loincloth jumped back, startled "dad come here; the captive is awake," he shouted. Out of a nearby tipi walked a grown-up raccoon, wearing a dark green loincloth with white stripes and cloth anklets. "Calm down, Rasik," he said in a fatherly tone. "I know this is your first time seeing an initiation, but you must be peaceful, or you'll scare him." He then turned to Ricky "now, young cub, we'll get you started." he said with a kindly smile "what do they call you?" Ricky gulped and then answered, "I’m R-R-Ricky Ricky C-cooper." he stuttered as he spoke, still quite scared. The grown-up looked amused "well, Ricky, my name is Mika," he said, "and you are fortunate as you're gonna become part of our tribe." Ricky was confused. "I’m what?" Mika cut him off "hush, little one, all will be revealed in time, but first, we have to give you our life seed." Before Ricky could ask what "life seed" was, Mika had already approached him and moved aside his loincloth, revealing a penis that was standing ready at attention. "Okay, Ricky, now I want you to suck on my penis so I can give you my seed." Ricky looked mortified, a grown-up, not to mention a boy had asked him to put his pee-pee in his mouth. This was so weird he couldn't even come up with a reply. Mika raised an eyebrow "oh, I see how it is. Well, let's make you open up a little more." Suddenly Mika’s hand shot out, and he began tickling Ricky, and the cub couldn't help himself. He opened his mouth in a laugh, and Mika thrust his penis inside. Ricky was startled and began to bite down, but Mika stopped him "whoa, there little guy, don't bite, just pretend it's a treat you like." Ricky tried to do as Mika had said. His penis had a strange taste, kind of salty, but it kind of tasted...good. Ricky began sucking as if the member was a popsicle. He worked his tongue around it, probing each vein and detail like a keen explorer. As he sucked, he felt a stirring in his shorts as his small penis began to grow with arousal. Upon seeing this, Mika grinned "It looks like I’m not the only one getting relaxed by this; Rasik help him out." Rasik looked excited "Ok, dad," he moved over by Ricky’s side and reached his hand down into his shorts, and with fingers that were experienced with this sort of thing, he began to stroke his shaft. "Oooooohhhhhhh," Ricky moaned. This felt good like nothing the cub had ever felt before he kept sucking while Rasik stroked him until a small dribble of precum began to leak from his tip. However, Mika was way ahead of him, and with a great thrust, he came shooting a hot jet of sticky salty cum into Ricky’s mouth. Ricky choked, but Mika laid a paw on his head "don't spit it out, Ricky. You need to swallow my seed for you to be ready." Ricky was all too happy to do so, and he gratefully gulped down the warm liquid savoring every drop. Mika pulled back, taking his shaft out of Ricky’s mouth. The cub was now smiling in pleasure but was still wanting more. Mika, clearly noticing this, then spoke, "now that you've taken our seed, you are ready to meet the chief." Mika then began to untie Ricky’s arms, but stopped "But this is only if you want to join the tribe. We will not force your hand, and if you want, we can lead you back." Ricky thought about it for a second. Now was his chance to escape, but he also wanted to see what other stuff the tribe would do, and considering how good taking Mika’s life seed had felt, his mind was quickly made up. "Yes, I'd love to join. I want to feel like that more," Ricky said in a fashion that was practically begging. Mika smiled. The option to leave was practically illusory as the captives always chose to continue. "Very well” he said, untying Ricky's arms and legs “Follow me, Rasik, you come too." 	
	The two led Ricky through the camp past more tips and other raccoons. The other members of the tribe all looked at Ricky with a mixture of excitement and encouragement, making him feel like a celebrity. The feeling of not only being noticed, but being wanted made Ricky feel happiness he'd never felt before, filling a void that had been empty all his life. Then suddenly, they stopped. They were at the center of the camp. A large fire pit stood in the middle of a great circle of tipis, and on the northern edge of the circle were three structures. In the middle was a tipi larger than all the rest decorated with paintings and patterns, some of raccoons and some of other animals. To the left was a log structure with a hole in the middle of its conical roof, out of which leaked white steam revealing it to be a sweat lodge. On the right was another tipii, this one smaller than the giant tipi but even more decorated with feathers, antlers, beads, and patterns showing that it must have a lot of significance. In front of the giant tipi on a wooden throne decorated with an orange striped blanket sat a raccoon. He was taller than Mika and looked very wise. His loincloth was red with a golden yellow stripe. He wore a necklace of white animal fangs, and on his head was a crown headdress with three tall blue and white feathers. Ricky at once knew that this was the chief. Mika spoke, "My chief, we have brought you the captive he wishes to join our tribe," he said respectfully, kneeling on one knee. The chief eyed Ricky and smiled "so young one, you wish to become one of us' he said in a sage-like voice. Ricky nodded "Yes, I do," he said. The chief stood up "well, young one, you'll need to pass our initiation for all young braves." Ricky was eager "ok" he said excitedly "what do I have to do?" The chief walked forward "first" he said "we'll need to look you over so you must remove your old clothes." Ricky's eagerness faltered "you mean I have to get naked?" he said bashfully. The chief laughed "of course you do" he said plainly "our body and fur are what link us with mother earth and are beautiful things you outsiders hiding them is so strange." Ricky hesitated "I'm not sure." Rasik ran up to him "come on" he coaxed "it feels nice to be like this." Rasik’s coaxing put Ricky at ease every other raccoon here didn't wear too much anyway so it wouldn't be that embarrassing. "Okay I'll do it" he finally said and began to strip. First his blue nylon shirt, which he pulled up and over his head and dropped on the ground, then he undid the button and zipper on his red shorts and let them fall to the ground stepping out of them and kicking them over by the shirt. He would have liked to stop there, but an expectant look from everyone let him know what to do and he pulled down his underwear exposing his bare body to the open air. At first he blushed furiously - he'd never been nakie in front of anyone let alone a whole group of strangers, but after a little while he began to relax. The wind and sun on his fur felt oddly soothing and he didn't even notice when Rasik snatched up his discarded garments and threw them into the fire. The chief looked him over "very good little one" he said "now for the inspection our shaman will do that". He then called out "Kalahari, come and check the new member of our tribe." Out of the decorated tipii came another raccoon - this one thin and somewhat older than the others, his loincloth was purple and decorated with a star instead of a stripe, he wore a lot of jewelry: beaded anklets and bracelets, a necklace with a purple opal on it and a headdress made of various colored feathers. His body was painted with rings and spirals. "Ah a new brave" he said "let's look you over." He began to poke prod and squeeze Ricky's bare body feeling him all over in a clinical yet massaging way he ran his finger down Ricky's shaft and hefted his balls making Ricky grow hard to the shamans apparent satisfaction. The shaman also looked deeply into Ricky's eyes almost as if he were seeing the cubs very soul. At last he stood up "my chief" he said grandly "the young brave is kind in his spirit and strong of body. He'll be a fine member of our tribe." The chief looked delighted. "Splendid" he said "now we can begin his ceremony. Come here, young one. Mika, you come too." Ricky and Mika stepped forward the chief then undid the string on his loincloth and let it fall to the ground leaving him as naked as Ricky. "Now we must do the ritual of bonding the male spirit" he said "it will connect your spirit with the tribe and the earth." Then he said "turn around and bend over. Mika will keep you steady." Ricky did as he was told pressing his hands on Mikas furry thigh. The chief spoke to Kalahari "when I start, you will sing the song of azeban." The shaman nodded handing the chief a bowl of liquid "this will prepare you for your initiation” he said dipping his paw in the bowl and slathering the slippery liquid around Ricky's tight tailhole. Ricky gasped and then relaxed the chief pressed his tip against Ricky's tailhole. "Ready?" he asked and Ricky nodded. "Now" he pushed his tip into Ricky's bottom and the shaman began to sing and dancing with a tambourine in his hand. Ricky gritted his teeth at first, as it kind of hurt, but the pain then turned into pleasure like he'd never felt before. "Ah I don't think I can handle it" he groaned. Rasik stood up "Come on Ricky, you can do it. Your spirit is strong." He began to cheer "Ricky! Ricky! Ricky!" and the other raccoons in the tribe began to echo the cheer "RICKY! RICKY! RICKY!". Ricky felt a rush of ecstasy he was being cheered: they wanted him, they cared about him, they loved him. Ricky grew hard as a stone as the chief kept pumping away at his behind. He wanted this, he needed this, he had to pass the initiation. He began to feel a tingling in his penis like he'd never felt before. It made him begin giggle in sheer delight as a feeling of intense heat rushed through his body. The chief sensed this and gave a great thrust while shouting "Mother Earth, take our seed and bind us." A great flow of cum shot inside Ricky as his own cock shot out a load onto the ground and onto Mikas paw. Ricky groaned in pleasure before he suddenly passed out from exhaustion falling into a deep sleep. 	
	When Ricky awoke it was just after sunset, the zodiacal light glowed on the horizon as the moon began to shine overhead. The bonfire in the village burned warmly and around it sat the whole tribe. The chief, seeing that the cub was now awake, beckoned him over. "Come, young Ricky" he said jovially "come, sit by the fire - we have something for you." Ricky walked over to the tribe who were all looking at him with the warmth of a family. The chief handed Ricky a loincloth - it was blue with a red stripe. He then spoke up "brothers and sisters of the raccoon tribe - welcome our newest brave Ricky - lucky paw." Everyone cheered and Ricky beamed from ear to ear. The shaman came up with a bowl of paint and left paw print markings on Rickys chest. The chief continued "as he was sprayed by Ricky's seed, Mika shall be his new father, Rasik shall be his brother." Mika and Rasik ran up and hugged Ricky with a loving warmth that the cub had never felt in his old life. Everyone cheered and then the celebration began. Food was passed around and shared as a few raccoons sang and played flutes and drums. Rasik stripped and put on a grass skirt and flower in his ear and began to sing an old song of brotherhood and dance. Ricky ate and danced too as his new father Mika explained how they would teach Ricky their stories and ways and how he was now part of the family. At last, when all was over and done and bellies were full, the raccoons began to head back to their tipis. Mika, Rasik and Ricky went to their tent, undressed and went to sleep in a big snuggly heap. Ricky smiled as he slept as he knew that this new life would be better than the one, he left behind. 
But what about Ricky's old parents? They didn't show much concern about their missing son at all until the news reporters came and then they milked the fame and sympathy for all it was worth. Later they would have another child - a daughter and forgot all about Ricky, unless they needed a little extra leverage in an argument. If we're honest with ourselves, it's best that them and Ricky are separated as sometimes we find family not through bonds of blood, but bonds of spirit.
The end.