You reach the village

After about a half-hour's **** march, you reach a large wooden palisade. Two dog-men stand at the gates with dick-spears held at ready. The guards laugh when they see that you've been captured and wave you through.

As you enter the gates, something strange happens. Your cock goes from limp to rock hard in a split second. You glance at the others, and the same thing has happened to them, but they don't seem to notice, or care.

You pass through rows of houses, and reach a small open space in the center of the village. A group of dog-men has started to form, but strangely, you see no women or children around. All the dog-men look young, probably around eighteen in human standards, all muscular and fit. Most wear g-string like garments made out of bright blue cloth, and the ones who don't are wearing blue headbands. The dicks of the nude ones are fully erect. They all have different colored fur, ranging from black, brown, white to tan, to any mixture of the colors, speckled or striped or all one color.

One of the dog-people who captured you, a brown furred dog with black hands and feet walks into a large hut in front of you. You wait, your arms held to either side by the two dogs to your left and right. You scan the crowd, who seem to be waiting for something. A few minutes pass. Suddenly, to your surprise, a pair of dog-men start kissing! They are both obviously male, and only a few people turn their heads, looking away as if nothing is happening. The couple quickly turn to having gay sex, and before long they are sixty-nine-ing one another on the ground. You look away, shocked.

Finally, your wait is over. Out of the hut totters an old, hunched over dog-man, being supported by your first captor. His fur is silvery white, and he leans on a shorter version of the spears that the two dogs flanking you hold. He approaches you and stands in front of you. He is covered by a kilt, the same color blue as the headbands and g-strings worn by the men, and a blue cape around his shoulders.

"Cat!" the old dog shouts out, as the crowd goes silent. The old dog pauses. "Why were you far away from your village, deep in the territories of dog?" he asks, cocking his head at you.

You feel self conscious in your present state, but gulp, and answer. "I don't know! I wasn't like this," you say, looking down at yourself, "And I woke up, and I was in a forest, half man, half cat!"

"Ahhhh..." whispers out the old dog. "A birthing went wrong... You did not birth in your proper place! This cannot mean... Oh no... this must mean..."

The old dog falls silent, thinking deeply to himself. He mutters under his breath, too softly to hear. The crowd stands there impatiently. A few minutes pass, and the only sounds are restless feet and clearing of throats. Finally, one dog asks, "Old one?"

The old dog starts, as if he was disturbed from a deep trance. "Silence!" the old dog says sharply. There is another pause.

Then he speaks again. "The prophesies foretold a birthing that would be wrong. A cat would be born in the lands of dog, and a dog would be born in the lands of cat. The two would be so powerful, so potent, they would not be able to be overcome. The two would meet in the contested grounds of Sexing River... There they will stay for a seven days, undisturbed by no-one."

The old dog pauses, and takes in a deep breath. The crowd waits expectantly. Finally, the old dog begins again, his voice getting louder and louder, "And then... Then they will return to the people, joining cat and dog alike! There will be strife, but this will be our only chance! The long lost women, the legends of old, the females, our ladies, they will finally return! If the two fail to bring cat and dog together, the war will continue for ten thousand years, until the next pair will be birthed, and our chance for women will be lost."

He falls silent and his eyes close. The dog he is leaning on bends down to listen to his breath. "He is asleep," the dog says. He carries the old one inside, re-appearing a few moments later.

"Call out the warriors! I, Chief Rufus, am ready! We travel to Sexing River! Get your weapons!"

The crowd cheers and disperses, running to fetch their 'weapons'. You are left with the three original captors who stare at you curiously.

Finally, the one to the right asks you, "Are you really that powerful?"