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It was Hernando who was never afraid. Jorge just made the spackle - but now there was no use: our casita lay in ruins, just like in my vision. I'd barely made it out alive. I'd been so hopeful that for once something I saw would be altered. Now, I was out of my second home - the walls, and the family Madrigal was in ruins. Mirabel hadn't caused the disaster anymore than I had, but the disaster arrived just as I'd predicted.

And now she was missing. I managed to hide in the tall grass quickly enough that no one saw me, and I watched as I had for the last decade. The heartbreak on Julietta's face - and I didn't need to see the storm clouds brewing to know what Pepa was feeling. And Antonio…

I still held the stuffed jaguar he'd given me. He didn't need it anymore, he had his own jaguar he'd named Parce. But as the house collapsed, Antonio's powers faded too, just a day after getting them, his friends now just animals fleeing to the jungle. Maybe I could lend him Aunt Selena - she was a friendly enough rat. But he was still crying in his mother's arms.

They split up to search for Mirabel, and that's when I felt the real pit in my stomach. The only other vision I'd refused to tell the family about. It was about to happen, and I knew it, as I watched my niece, Isabella, frantic to find her sister, head to the jungle, calling Mirabel's name. It was just like my vision. She'd only been eleven when she'd asked me about her future - Dolores, too.

“Who will be my husband?" she'd asked.

We all knew it would be Mariano, a strapping boy at the time, for Abuela had her eyes on him. But Isabella had insisted, and so I consulted the sands. But nothing - nothing happened when I searched for her husband. Nothing happened when I searched for her wedding. I didn't have full control over my visions, you know! Either she was never going to be married, or the wedding was so unimportant to Isabella as to be inconsequential. I only finally got my response when I asked why. Why was she not married?

The vision crystallized but I didn't need the tablet to verify what I'd seen. I couldn't tell her, though I knew it would happen. And when Antonio got his gift, I felt shivers. I checked the tablet again and again, but all the spots aligned, every marking, every whisker.

The reason was a jaguar, and not just any jaguar. It was Parce. And Isabella now rushed headlong into the jungle to meet her fate…

And there was nothing anyone could do about it.

* * * * *

My shoes weren't made for the jungle. And while I was used to being surrounded by fabulous flora, it had always been under my control. Now the vines and roots ripped at my multicolored dress, and wet leaves mussing my long hair. But it didn't matter - I had to find my little sister.

For years I'd envied her for not having a gift, for not having responsibilities. She was my bratty younger sister, interested in sewing and crafts and getting in the way. Only now do I realize I'd been hard on for almost a decade, not because of her - because of me. Now I know it is she that is the engineer of Bruno's prophecy. She'd finally gotten me to admit that perfection, that Mariano, wasn't what I wanted, and no wonder Tio Bruno had been so vague when I asked after my future husband.

I'd only just reconciled with Mirabel when I failed my first test. Abuela went off on her, and I said nothing. I shrank away and stood behind the old woman who had been pruning me to take her place for two decades as she accused Mirabel of anything and everything. And because I didn't stand up for her, the house broke, casita shattered, and Mirabel ran away. If the “life of my dreams" would be mine, I have to fight for it, and that means finding my sister.

But the jungle is dense and I lose my way quickly enough. “Mirabel!!!" I cry, hoping that if she hears my voice, she'll come toward me, and not away. But there is no response. If only I could use my powers to propel myself through the jungle with vines and shoots - instead of helping me, the forest blocks my every step until I am stumbling through the underbrush, crying. I'm not going to find Mirabel this way.

I take a deep breath and stand, straightening my dress. Jaw trembling, I step forward. “Mirabeeeeel!" A twig snaps behind me, but it is just a tapir - perhaps one of Antonio's friends? Narrowing my eyes, I walk slower, more deliberately, brushing the leaves aside as I emerge into a small, jungle clearing.

I'm halfway in when I realize I'm not alone. The tree in the center of the clearing hides the others, two animals I wish I'd seen before leaving the cover of the jungle. Because one of the animals is no longer living. A capybara, on its side, its belly sliced open. Another of Antonio's friends? But I recognize the living animal.

It is Parce, Antonio's best friend. Only now the jaguar is digging his teeth into the dead capybara, blood staining his muzzle. With the magic down, the truce must be over, and this little rodent hadn't been fast enough for the powerful jaguar. Horrified, I take a step backward -

*snap!*

A twig. My heart stops and I stare at Parce, praying he doesn't -

He does! He turns his head to stare at me -

I turn and run, calling in vain for the plants that have always come at my beck and call. But there is nothing, just the sound of four paw pads behind me. I dodge and jump, perhaps the only thing that saves me for the moment, as the two-hundred pound jaguar clips me, claws ripping my dress and scratching me as I spin into the dirt, still twenty feet from the edge of the clearing. I roll and turn only in time to watch the lithe monster bunch up his hindquarters for another jump, and then he is on me, heavy paws pinning my shoulders to the ground. His claws rake the dirt just above my shoulders, but that is small comfort when I look up into his bloody maw. This is no tame pet. There is no magic now. This is a jaguar, and I'm lunch.

I stifle a scream - no, my only hope is that somehow, someway, the animal remembers me. Or at least remembers Antonio. The magic may be gone, but maybe there is still some Parce left inside him - if not, I'll be leaving the clearing inside him. “Parce no! Remember me? Antonio!?" The only thing that keeps me going is Bruno's prophecy. The life of my dreams would someday be mine. It can't end here.

Realizing his prey had been caught, the jaguar relaxes, licking his lips clean of the capybara's blood. If he remembers me, I can't tell. Desperately, I reach up with one hand to cup his chin, rubbing the big cat like Antonio had showed me the day before. For a moment, his intimidating composure softens. There's still some Parce left in there!

“It's okay, kitty," I try weakly, my body shivering. “I'm your friend, Isabella…" I add in a second hand, caressing the spotted cat's forehead.

It only works for a few seconds before I watch with wide eyes as the powerful jaguar opens his mouth wide and starts to lower it toward my neck. “Wait!" I gasp, petting him harder. When he doesn't slow, I stroke along his back, I scratch behind his ear, I lift myself up to rub my belly against his - anything to stop the coming, killing bite.

And he stops. Cocking his head, curious.

I repeat my actions, not knowing what it is that stopped him, and once again, he pauses, a rumble in his throat. Suddenly, he nuzzles me, his large head powerfully pressing down on my neck. A second later I realize what caused the change, as he shoves me again. With his hips.

Gasping, I resist the urge to push the large jaguar off of me, knowing that will put me back on the menu. Frantic, I glance alongside the spotted, yellow cat. A glimpse of red sliding wetly up my shin. “Parce - let me go. I have to find my sister…" I say, fighting back tears. Tears of grief for our casita, tears of worry for Mirable, and tears of fear for myself. The claw marks across my shoulder are a stark reminder of what could happen at any moment.

The jaguar has no interest in letting me go, instead rubbing his lithe body all across me and my dress. Or what would soon be left it, as the jaguar churs and pulls his head back. “Wait - no!" I gasp, reaching out to his big head. But he grabs onto the cloth of my once-perfect dress, first coated in colorful stains, now ripped straight off my body. He peels me out of the blouse, exposing my naked breasts to the jungle air. “S-stop!" I protest.

He doesn't, ripping the blouse all the way to my belly button and continuing on. But with his teeth on my dress, I wonder if I can just -

I scramble backwards, kicking my feet and crawling like a crab to pull myself out from under Parce. But I also squirm right out of the rest of the dress! I'm naked except for my delicates, but at least he doesn't continue to rip the dress. If I do get out of this, returning to the village will be mortifying without that dress.

Saying a short prayer, I hope the cat is distracted and I can climb up a tree. But his eyes are drawn to my smooth, chocolate skin. I know better than to run for it. I stay put, trembling, as he pads forward, hunger in his eyes.

With a heavy sigh, the big cat flumps to the ground just beneath me, reaching a large, terrifying paw over my thigh. “Parce…" I whine, but by now I know that barely any of the friendly, magical jaguar was left inside that head. He is huffing loudly, his jaws visible as he wrinkles his nose. Smelling for something, but he flicks his tail in irritation. With one claw, he hooks onto my panties and slices them in two.

I am completely naked. He gets the sniff he really wants, right between my trembling legs. Digging my fingernails into the dirt at my sides, I gasp in astonishment as the powerful jaguar presses his cold, wet nose against my labia, his whiskers tickling the well-trimmed black bush before exhaling his warm breath. Though I stare at his fangs, it isn't lost on me that I'd never been touched like this before. Of course I'd never fooled around in town - the rumors alone would break Abuela's heart. I kept my distance from the other boys in town, but all of that dedication and purity is now on full display for Antonio's former furry friend. “Pl-please stop," I whimper.

A low rumble fills the jaguar's throat, and I try to push him back with my hands only for that growl to grow. I watch helplessly as he does what he wants with me. Opening his large mouth, I shiver, terrified, but all he does is extend his tongue and slide it between my legs.

“Oh!" I gasp, the cat's sandpaper tongue meeting my vulva, a weird mix of pain and soothe as his saliva competes with the coarse buds against my clenching cunny. “Y-you can't!" I protest uselessly.

He can and does, licking again and again, slippery drool quickly winning out over the dull ache of his tongue. I groan - then moan, fear and flush flowing through my mind. With his enormous paw holding down my right leg, I can't squirm away, laying back, allowing Parse full access to my virginity. If only he were content there, but his licks push deeper, parting my lips. He seems to like my taste, pressing down and slurping noisily, his cold nose bumping up against the top of my labia and sending chills down my spine. “Dolores!" I scream as loud as I can. “Antonio!" Anyone who can help will do. As embarrassing as being found like this would be, I can't be some jaguar's plaything! “Bruno!" I shout in sheer desperation, though as far as I know my uncle is long gone.

If anyone heard me, there was no reply, and without the magic, Dolores couldn't help either. The ceaseless licks wrack my naked body; I arch my back and groan, legs spread as he explores my pussy. But it's his nose that affects me most, rubbing and grinding at my little nub and sending shockwaves through my inexperienced body. “Parce, no! Please - stop!"

But he has no such intention. I once again reach down to push him away, his tongue pushing hard inside me. I can feel myself aching, stretching, my hips pressing up against the powerful cat. There's something building inside me at the same time, drawing my breaths and squeals and panting gasps for air. Then, it happens.

Riip. A sharp pain between my legs, right as his nostrils grind heavily against my quivering bump. Eyes go wide as I realize two competing things at once - this animal has just torn my hymen, which I kept safe for over two decades to save for Mariano, and I am experiencing my first orgasm. Pain and pleasure course through my veins, my body rocking and gyrating around the eager cat's tongue, sweat beading over my usually perfect skin. The queen of roses, deflowered by a beast in the jungle!? I scream and clench down around the cat's tongue, my shuddering folds wrapping his rough tongue up inside my tunnel until Parce blinks and pulls all the way out of me with a wet squelch! This does nothing for my wailing climax at first, hands compulsively reaching for my breasts, wet from the sheer exertion I am putting forth as I shudder.

Seconds later, the lack of jaguar licks dulled the sheer pleasure, and ache begins to come forward in my mind. Desperate, one hand slides down my smooth belly to my vulva, and I grip and rub my clitoris. Too much! I'd never touched myself before, and I press too hard only sending myself into another wave of groans, humping up into my palm. I'm so tight and wet and I slip a finger in my freshly popped pussy. “Oh…God!"

I all but forgot Parce.

He hadn't forgotten me. Licking his lips, he sniffs me again but stands up. I'm so distracted I don't realize what he's thinking until he's already stepping over me, his soft fur a half foot above my sweat body. I open my eyes face to face with a ferocious jaguar, but he has no intention of treating me like that capybara. He doesn't care about my first, trembling orgasm either. He only cares about what he wants, and before I can gasp out in surprise, he paws me with his left along the arm. At least his claws are in!

With the effortlessness of a powerful predator, he rolls me over onto my stomach. I'm staring at the dirt, my breasts painfully squashed beneath me. Shuffling sideways, I realize he's standing over me, and glancing over my shoulder at him doesn't settle my nerves one bit. His eyes are glazed over and hungry. He covers me, sinking down until his belly fur blankets my naked back, soothing the scratches he'd given me earlier.

He can't mean to - he does!

I feel him press his hips up against mine, my slender buttocks fitting like a tailored dress to his hips. But I'm not as tall as his instincts expect. Panting, he bears down on me, something decidedly not furry grinding against the small of my back. Slick and wet, I know he means to mount me. Biting my lip, I flatten myself to the ground, hoping he'll be satisfied rubbing himself against my butt.

He isn't. He growls, then roars, clearly frustrated as he seeks an entrance he can't reach. Holding my breath, I'm shaking and crying as I do what I must. If I'm to survive, I have no choice! Whimpering, I climb to my knees beneath the large cat, lifting my hips in the air even as his heavy weight kept my shoulders pinned to the dirt.

He holds me tight, weight bearing down, fur covering my sweaty back. “Oh…God…" I shiver as I spread my knees apart as far as they will go, his gentle gyrating getting more and more forceful as he seeks my slick entrance. “N-not like this…" I protest.

He doesn't know or care what I'm thinking. When his cock finally teased between my cheeks, he leaned forward even further, and I am terrified to feel his cold, white fangs dig in to the back of my neck. I don't have a scruff, but that doesn't stop him from biting down, teeth lightly penetrating the skin. Would he taste the blood? Would he change his mind? I cry out, my tears ringing a unique pattern on the leaves below me.

With his grip achieved, he does what, earlier today, I would never have believed. Growling, he pushed up and into me, his prick parting my lips. First my hymen, now my virginity. I shudder and cry out, the large cat easily sinking deep within me. I squeeze tightly around the foreign intruder, which only spurs the jaguar on, biting down a little hard and tugging back on my neck as he pumps forward.

“Parce!" I yelp, the pain of his entrance first on my mind. His firm prick held me upright, working back and forth. I'm his mate now, as far as he's concerned, and he has me right where he wants me. I sob, but my eyes widen as his short little thrusts start to hurt even worse. My tight tunnel clenches down around him, but each time he pulls back it gets worse like a rasp against my sensitive pussy, so soon after my climax. “Ow…! Ow!" I squeal.

He doesn't care, hammering harder, but it isn't long before he lets go of my neck and roars, echoing through the jungle as he flares out inside me, something warm and thick squirting into my torn passage, signaling my first time. Parce would forever be the first male to claim me…and I could only pray he wasn't the last, too.

“Mierde!" I cry out in shock, still stinging from the recent defilement of my once-pure womanhood. Parce tears himself back, leaping all the way off of me But his sharp prick scrapes me too, sending shockwaves of pain through my tight cunny. Tears of pain instead of fear roll down my face, gasping for air, still perched on the jungle floor, warm cum leaking between my legs.

When I look back, Parce is lying down and licking himself along the leg, as proud as can be. I have a few moments to take stock, rolling over to look at my abused folds. No more blood, just the dull ache from his clear, sharp barbs. My hand comes away from the back of my neck a little bloody, but the nips are small and already healing. Now, though, I wail, the emotional scars finally catching up with me.

“T-this isn't -"

That's as far as I get to cope before Parce is up again, prowling in a tight circle. Gasping, I quickly assume the position again, face in the dirt and rump in the air. No need to risk him seeing me as a meal instead of a mate! He sniffs my freshly bred vulva before straddling me again. “No…no…" I shiver, knowing that my wish won't come true this time. No one will save me, and I can't possibly fight back against a jaguar without my powers.

Again he meets me, our hips joining with a splash and shudder of pain. I dig my fingernails into the dirt, wailing beneath him, my head lifted in the air as he takes my neck again and yanks back. Almost protectively, he rests a forepaw on my right arm, flexing his claws. I feel the razor sharp points dance lightly across my skin. He begins to hump again with abandon.

Whenever I met Mariano, it was clear that that dumb hunk of a man really thought he wanted to marry me. But he is nothing compared to Parce. Parce wants me, takes me, won't take no. The hunger in his eyes, in each thrust, is for me. My second time is pins and needles, his barbs rasping and scratching my quivering lips, but I'm looser now, and wetter, and it hurts less. A rumbling growl hits my ears, but this time it comes from me. Before I know what is happening, I am pushing back to meet him, the thump of our fervent thrusts barely audible beneath our moans. “Nnnghhh, Parce!" I cry out, my face wrinkled up.

He sinks in deep, and I feel him grind deep inside me and that is enough. I squeal beneath him, my pussy clenching and releasing uncontrollably as my second orgasm rips through my ragged body. I hold him there, inside me, keeping him as he erupts, splattering me again. But he is not content, and as hard as I try to squeeze him in, he rips away from me and I regret it immediately. I am nothing compared to his strength, and his barbs scrape out of me, the jaguar leaping off of his furless queen. I am quivering and wracked in pain, gasping for breath, but there is no denying that I am still moaning, that some of my sweat is from arousal. “Owwwrghh!" I groan, tears spilling down my face.

He seems to know I need a break, padding up cautiously behind me. Instead of mounting, he flops down to the right, alongside me. Perhaps there is more of Antonio's Parce than I suspected in him. He gently licks my back, preening me, one paw resting on my ribs possessively. Groaning, I turn to face him, lying on my left side.

Most of my fear is gone. I don't think he plans to eat me, and Bruno's prophecy precludes that in the first place. I know now that I can survive his current intentions, and besides, he must be nearly done with me. Oh, I know I am spoilt goods now - my maidenhood and my virginity forever gone, raped by a jaguar. But I will live. Steeling myself, I look up into Parce's eyes.

Glassy, black, and hard to read - he's an animal, plain and simple. How can I fault him for doing animal things? He is a jaguar, doing jaguar things - by comparison, I'd known better than to treat Mirabel as I had for the last decade. Lifting my right hand, I place it on Parce's chest, running my fingers through his beautiful white fur. I slide them down his belly, down further, until I reach his hind legs. There, between them, stands a plump, little sheath. He looks impossibly small - how could he feel so huge inside me? Curious, I reach down to cup his furry sheath.

Parce rumbles a warning, but it fades as I rub him gently. “Oh…!" I gasp, as his bright red length begins to poke out of his fur. He's significantly bigger than he looks, though I have no men to compare him to. Gently, I touch his slimy, triangular prick, with his rumbling permission. It's hard to imagine that this was just in me, twice, his taut balls trying in vain to breed me. Four inches of quivering flesh, but the most interesting are the flexible, almost squishy barbs. These couldn't have hurt as much as they did. They must stick out, more rigid, when the time comes. A sticky pool spills into my palm, and I fight back my initial disgust at being dirty. I am already covered in sweat, dirt, and wet with his cum. Holding my stained hand up to my face, I see the gloopy, white glob.

Gently, I pat Parce's belly to wipe it off my hand. But I see my ministrations have awakened the jaguar. He is breathing heavily again, and his newly emerged dick is staying out and firm. “So soon?" I ask.

He's getting up now, and that pushes me away from him. I land heavily on my back, my butt landing on a soft mound of dirt. Before I can flip around, he is already over me, not too put off by my new position. Like I always imagined my wedding night, my mate is straddling me, my legs spread for him. “Parce…" I whine, wrapping my legs around his waist. Then, without warning, he is licking my sweaty breasts, rough tongue gliding up the mountains and down the valleys, searching for salt. I arch my chest to meet him, moaning inconsolably beneath the beast. How am I so nonchalant about this? He means to fuck me again, for the third time, and here I am reaching my arms around the neck of a feral jaguar, pulling his massive head against my chest.

His tongue against my nipples hurts, but I've grown used to the pain he gives me. I am stiff and trembling beneath him, hands grabbing fistfuls of fur. “Nnngh!" I groan, squeezing my legs, my lofted rump searching for his now familiar cock. If he is going to have his way with me, I may as well enjoy it.

“Oh!" I gasp, as his tongue searches higher for salt. He's licking my neck now and I have to relax my reflex to shy away from him. I bare my throat to the great cat - I am at his mercy, and have been since I stepped on that twig. Leaning up to him, I kiss him, and his tongue enters my mouth, sending me into overwhelmed shivers. But kissing in not his style, and he pulls back. I hold my breath, squealing softly as he opens his jaws and lowers them to my neck. Not the back this time, the front. I've never felt as vulnerable, as owned, as helpless as when he grips down on my throat, teeth pinching together. I can only pray he doesn't get too rough, or I might end up a meal whether he means to or not.

He's getting frustrated, having trouble seeking my entrance, and with his teeth on my trachea, I know to help him out. Sliding my hands between us, I find his rigid cock and guide it between my outspread legs, poking the tip between my ragged labia. As my warm, wet tunnel grips his tip, he rumbles his thanks and shoves himself into me for a third time.

“Ahh!" I wail, squeezing tight to the jaguar as he tugs on my neck. The teeth scratch the surface of my skin, but that is all. My legs squeeze around his back, pulling him deeper, the raspy barbs raking my aching pussy. But this new position isn't so bad, as his thrusts press up against my clitoris, sending shockwaves down my body. I moan again, all four limbs clinging tightly to my powerful mate.

He drills down into me, my fervent thrusts meeting him in blissful unity, giving myself wholly over to the jungle cat. I toss my head back and groan, my whole throat held on either side by his tilted head. At any moment, he could end my life without a second thought. My chest heaves, hips gyrating around him as he pushes deeper, deeper, before holding himself there. I know now what to expect, and steel myself for the moment. On hand, still pinned between us, is rubbing and circling my clit as I drive myself to what might be my last climax. I let go, putting myself fully at his mercy, crying out in painful ecstasy as I clench down around his cock.

Parce flares out inside me, balls churning, my pussy milking him. He lets go of my neck just in time to release a triumphant roar, before leaping off my body. Barbs tear and pull, but I'm used to it now, cumming hard despite the sharp pain that elicits ragged yelps. It's weird to want to be held, to want him inside me, but once again I am left naked and alone on the jungle floor, gasping and moaning.

I'm still panting when he approaches me again, but this time, I have no hesitation. As soon as he wants me, I offer myself to him. Out of lust? Fear? Obedience? A mix of all three. But at least for now, at least until he is done with me - I am his.

* * * * *

Hernando wasn't afraid. He'd found a perfect vantage point, downwind, just like in the vision. I kept my mouth shut as I watched them go at it, dozens of times, hand trying desperately to jerk out one more load. I couldn't keep up with the jaguar's pace, but why bother. Just like in my vision, Isabella quickly gave in to Parce's demands, and I could barely contain the lust I felt, watching my niece get fucked into the ground over and over by the powerful cat.

My visions always came true. There was nothing I could do but sit back and watch - what was the harm in enjoying myself like she was? Parce was sleeping now, and finally Isabella stood on shaky legs, dusted herself off, kissed the jaguar on the cheek and found her clothes. The blouse was ripped, but she quickly bound it back together with some thread, more disheveled than she'd ever been before as she walked stiffly back to the broken casita. I bit my lip to keep silent as I pounded one more out, imagining the way she must be leaking down her thighs as she walked.

It was so much better in real life. I'd jacked off to the green stone vision thousands of times, but to watch it right in front of me? I felt nearly as exhausted as she did.

Only once did I pause. Once did I feel shame. When she called out for help - when she called out to me, and there I was, hidden twenty feet away. But I couldn't intervene, because I didn't in the vision!

What could I do?

It was destiny.