Diplomacy
I decided to take a bit of a break from the human and feral big cat series. Instead I wanted to write something with anthros and ferals.
I went with a different style and tried some new themes. Don't worry, it still contains plenty of gratuitous gay big cat sex.
Under the shade of the dense canopy, a darkness moved. It padded about its realm: footsteps muffled by the forest litter, inaudible under the cicada's overwhelming drone. Above, birds dashed from branch to branch, shrieking chaotically. A dragonfly zoomed by, chasing down a mosquito faster than the eye could follow. But all this flurry did not perturb the shadow. Master of the woods, it flowed between the trees. Every trunk was swiftly and expertly inspected: its sovereignty was not to be challenged. Any faded outposts were restored with efficiency acquired through years of routine.
The nebulous form maintained illiberal authority over its domain, and would not hesitate to pounce at any prospective alien. Every ruler surrounding understood this fully, and thus the borders remained uncontested. But they only respected strength and tenacity: none would hesitate to assault if they sensed weakness or neglect.
Equilibrium had been achieved, and though not all were happy with their share, a tense peace held.
But an unusual force had appeared, which was to collapse this fragile balance. Unnoticed, it had followed the black beast with desire. The voyeur enjoyed every glimpse of his under-tail as he raised the thick appendage to mark the spot behind him. Although the dark fur rendered indiscernible shapes, a couple patches of bare flesh presented themselves for every jet of urine projected into the spongy moss. A crimson tip protruded briefly from its protective sheath to aim at the target, and above a dark red pucker contracted with every squirt.
Patiently it stalked, waiting for the appropriate moment to reveal itself. It knew the shadowy animal's route, and had already scouted the perfect place to execute its plan.
The melanistic jaguar arrived at the base of a large strangler fig. Long ago a small sapling had germinated on the upper branch of another jungle tree. Fast it grew, extending thick roots to the ground far bellow. As its tendrils coiled around the unfortunate host, it competed for the sunlight. They fought for a hundred years, but the ancient tree could not keep up with the vigour of the parasite, and slowly rotted away. All that remained now was a tall cavity, which the feline entered through a gap at its base. The space was a common hiding spot for all kinds of animals, and thus subject to regular scrutiny.
Fortunately the hollow was empty. Had the tree not been at the edge of his territory, it could have made a convenient shelter. But as is, it was just another curiosity. The big cat turned around, as his entrance was the only gap large enough for him to fit through. Peering out of the interstice, a pair of eyes stared back at him. The expressionless face of another jaguar shined from the portal, into the shade of the chamber. The beast had been taken by surprise. How was it possible for another jaguar to have sneaked up without him realizing? Where did it come from? There were certainly no smells of other felines in the area.
Slowly he crept forward, on the verge of attack. Any signs of anger from the stranger would be a declaration of war. The tree made an excellent bunker, giving him confidence in his approach. Yet he recoiled in shock when the other jaguar suddenly leapt out of frame. Realizing he must have scared it, the black cat squeezed out to chase the bizarre apparition. But outside he found no trace to follow. It had vanished as easily as it had manifested itself.
The event had brought great concern to jaguar with regards to the safety of his land. He no longer felt in control.
Behind the tree now stood the mysterious figure, out-of-sight of the agitated feline. Perhaps it was time for a reveal.
Hesitantly the black cat made his way around the tree, to resume the tour. Watching carefully for any signs of the ghost, he noticed a silhouette forming at the edge of the trunk. It had odd feline features, but was taller than any animal he knew. Still on the edge from the last encounter, the jaguar padded carefully closer. Stealth was of no use though: it was gazing right at him.
The head was the same he had seen in the tree; that of a fellow jaguar. The body also shared very similar features: short white and gold fur with large black rosettes, strong digitigrade legs, and a long flexible tail. Yet it stood only on two feet in a very natural manner, unlike that of a four-legged animal attempting to be upright. The fore-limbs did not seem suitable for walking either. They were thinner and dextrous, with extended digits and opposable thumbs. Despite being about the same size, the creature's stance made it appear immense. It looked sinister with its blank stare, but a detail made the entity's intention clear: at the junction of its legs, a pink-red tapered phallus jutted halfway from its sheath. Bellow it hanged a pair of testicles enveloped in a tight scrotum. The anatomy was identical to that of a normal jaguar, except it was undoubtedly twice as large.
Despite never having thought about such acts, the black jaguar knew exactly what the odd-looking one wanted from him. No attempts had been made at any sort of communication between the two individuals, as it was not necessary. The standing beast imposed his godly will to other animals without need for word or consent. Language was of no use anyways, as felines did not speak. Instead the avatar could simply suggest whatever he desired, life being bound to honour its deity. Even his most capricious impulses were met with submission.
The dark cat obeyed the subconscious drive that had entered his mind. He turned around, and began climbing up the strangler fig. Stretching his limbs around the massive trunk, the jaguar hooked his sharp claws into any convenient nook. Strong back-legs pushed him upwards; muscular forelimbs pulling himself even higher. As the beast scaled the tree in short bounds, he could hear the clacking and raking of a second set of claws behind. The other was following him, so close that his hanging tail would often collide against the quasi-jaguar. Too close: he sometimes felt a warm breath against his rear.
Just as the obeying animal neared his induced target, which was an opening in the trunk high above the ground, a clawed hand latched onto his hind-end. Although the sharp nails had not pierced his skin, the melanistic jaguar stopped abruptly to growl in pain. He felt an intruding muzzle slide underneath his tail, up to his vulnerable genitals. Without restrain, a broad and rough tongue took a single wet lap at his sheath and balls, continuing even higher to slide lasciviously over his anus and base of his tail. Then it promptly retreated; the vicious hand also letting go of his butt. Quickly the black cat resumed his ascension, wanting to distance himself from the lewd follower.
Reaching the niche, the black cat crawled inside. It was large enough to easily accommodate him, and the strange being right behind. Quickly the man-jaguar jumped onto the other feline, who had no escape path. Mounting the unfortunate animal, he leaned over to bite at the nape, while he thrust his hips against the dark jaguar's rear. The beast growled and tossed in protest, but was soon overwhelmed by the need to comply. The creature atop wasted no time pushing its erection against the bottom's rear, trying to slide it under his tail. As it slipped around it left a thick trail of slick liquid. Every time the avatar missed his mark, more of the substance soaked into the black fur, wetting both testicles and sheath. As the suggestion pushed itself deeper into the animal's mind, the feline began to lift his tail higher, until his pucker was fully exposed to the dripping tip of the deity's animalistic penis. When the member finally met the vulnerable flesh, it sunk in with a strong thrust of the hips.
A yowl and hiss were shouted from bellow, but only resulted in a tightened bite on the neck. The dominating feline kept pushing, but he could not penetrate more than an inch with such resistance from the submissive one. Although it was only a matter of time before the black jaguar would cede. Already he could feel the pucker twitch weaker and weaker. With pre-cum still flowing at an unnatural rate, his tapered length buried itself deeper slowly, until it finally hit the halfway point. Satisfied with the initial penetration, the man-like beast pulled out most of the way, before swiftly pushing back in. Ignoring the complaints of the black panther, he repeated these motions. Every thrust went in deeper, and every objection got fainter. It wasn't too long until full depth was achieved; their sacks coming into contact.
While the four-legged feline quietly sat underneath, overwhelmed by the large erection filling his rear end, the jaguar on top reached back to wrap an arm around the bottom's lower abdomen. Now holding the hips firmly in place, he got to work engraining the dark cat's submissiveness. The thrusts started mercifully, the abnormal amount of natural lubrication allowing a rather smooth glide in and out of the panther's anus. But to ensure a proper surrender, more vigour was necessary. Gradually the humping became careless and relentless, their bodies audibly slapping together.
The melanistic jaguar's mind was changing: growls became low moans. When the arm let go of his torso, instead of curling away from the intrusion, he pushed back and spread his legs wider, wishing for a deeper reach. Each time the rigid member buried itself deep into his rectum he felt a jolt of pleasure. All restrains had evaporated. Anyone peering into the tree's alcove could see the pair's passionate love-making. Above, the half-jaguar's member repeatedly plunged into the stretched tail-hole of the black feline, and bellow his arousal now grew, peeking its crimson tip.
As their act neared its climax, the penetration became shorter and faster, until finally the jaguar-man stopped fully buried, grinding into the black feline's rear. With his nape still held between the strong jaws, the panther could only whimper at the feeling of the top cat's erection twitching and filling his guts with a generous amount of semen. After an interminable pause, the jaguar above dismounted. Pulling out, a thin string of seed followed, then collapsed onto the black fur bellow, leaving a single white streak across dark one's genitals.
It took a few seconds for the panther to realize he was now free, but he couldn't accept it was already over. His own penis had reached full hardness, but frustratingly he was nowhere close to his release. The feline turned around - awkwardly in the confined space - so he could beg for more. Yet the deity had vanished once more. Irritated, the black beast descended the tree, reflexively clenching his anus to prevent the semen from leaking down onto his tail. With every motion of his rear legs, his muscular buttocks rubbed against his hard member; a result of the odd placement of feline genitals. The downward climb was torturous: lust made it hard to focus on the demanding task.
Back on the ground, there were still no traces of the strange creature. The leaf litter was unperturbed; there were no scents to follow. However the panther could still feel the presence of the divinity. His thoughts were hazy and filled with foreign ideas. Perhaps he could lure out the half-jaguar. There was indeed something to be tried: the black feline closed his eyes and lowered his front to the ground, in a submissive posture. He then lifted his tail high up to further assert his subjection.
For maybe a couple seconds, nothing happened. Then, without any notice, a long and stiff object was thrust against the base of the cat's tail. It was immediately joined by a pair of large hands, one on either side of his hips. The half-jaguar was back for more, and this time he had full dominance over the animal. As the dark beast moaned in anticipation, the depraved god took time to enjoy the outcome of his perverse influence, by slowly rubbing his erect member against the surrendered hind-end. Still, it was hard to resit claiming it right away, and so the deity carefully aligned the tip of his phallus against the panther's messy hole.
With a single hard push, the jaguar-man's entire erection sunk into the melanistic cat's loosened anus; the semen within lubricating the motion. There was no need for cautiousness now. Their bodies met with a slap, somewhat muffled by the thin fur. More quickly resounded in the forest, as the pair engaged in sloppy intercourse, in front of a few curious jungle creatures. Opening his eyes, the black panther caught a glimpse a third jaguar, lazily hidden a few meter in front of them. Only part of its face was discernible through the vegetation, but it was visibly staring at him. The dark beast shut his eyes again in shame: he who had been a fierce and feared predator, deeply respected by his rivals, was now willingly submitting to the male behind him.
The feline-like creature above didn't care about the voyeur; he was too busy watching his hard member bury itself in the yielding tail-hole of the black jaguar. With every pull-out a bit of semen would leak, staining the black fur with thick lines of white. A lot more would soon be added.
The avatar lowered himself onto the jaguar bellow, pushing his hips down. The dark beast complied, but kept shoving back up into the top cat, in search of deeper pleasure. He was still yearning for his climax, with every thrust edging him on. Nevertheless he could not surmount his limit, and instead kept shooting beads of clear pre-cum from his rock hard penis.
Just like any four-legged feline, the quasi-jaguar bit down on the neck of the cat bellow, as he pounded the panther's tail-end a few more times. Then, just in time for his orgasm, the deity pulled out to spray his thick seed over the black cat's rear and back. Numerous ropes of the white substance matted down the fur, as the creature shot an amount greater than any man or feline could. The end result was long gooey stripes, all pointed towards the base of the dark jaguar's tail. They covered not only his lower back, but also drenched his thighs, with an obscene amount soaked into his sack and sheath.
The abused black jaguar collapsed onto his belly as the semi-cat above dismounted. But despite his soreness and exhaustion, he was restless: his rigid erection had yet to spill any seed. With strenuous motions, the panther stood back up and turned around, only to realize that the avatar had disappeared once more.
Except this time it wasn't to play games with the disoriented animal: the black panther no longer felt any imposed will or command. But the foreign thoughts had not left his mind either, instead they had become his own. There was no more need for a compelling force; desire had taken over.
Without a partner, the dark cat had been left to his own means. He rolled onto his back, pausing for a few seconds as he imagined another male on top of him. Self-fellatio felt like a disgraceful way of ending things, after all the marvellous mating. But he had no other options, and so curled up in a half-sitting position to lower his head between his hind legs. The strong scent of sex left there by the jaguar-esque creature made him shiver and burn with lust, as he examined the mess covering his rear end.
A sudden muffled sound in front of the melanistic cat made him raise his head. The mysterious jaguar from earlier had sneaked up on him. He had been too distracted by his urges to notice the large beast, until it was only a mere meter away from him. Previously such ingress into his territory would have lead to violent fighting. Now though, the panther simply felt attraction towards the fellow cat. It crept forward cautiously, clearly perplexed by the change in attitude of its ex-rival. As their faces came within touching distance, both took in each other's smell. The black feline mewled when he recognized the odour of a young adult male: strong, musky and virile.
The stranger only became more confused: he could discern the scent as male, but it clearly had the characteristics of a female in heat willing to be claimed. The situation became extra bizarre when the black jaguar reclined back to offer his body.
In his mind, the gold-and-black feline knew what he had to do. His body was agreeing too, as his member began peeking out of his sheath. Yet he could not shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Why was there a strong pink erection jutting from between the other cat's legs? Had the strange jaguar-like beast been mating with another male? Despite his apprehension, the younger feline was also falling under the spell of the aromas floating around. He could not repress his desire to mate.
Moving forward, the spotted jaguar mounted the jet-black one, biting the side of the neck carefully. He then lowered his hips to push a stiff penis against the offered hole. Initial attempts failed, as he instinctively aimed higher for the vagina. Instead he poked the other cat's sack, who impatiently snarled at the other feline's incompetence. Eventually the animal on top corrected his target. Now thrusting lower at the anus, his phallus sunk easily into the slick and loosened flesh.
The golden jaguar humped eagerly, overwhelmed by his natural urge to mate. His erection buried itself at a fast pace within the submitting panther's rectum. It was no were near as large as the two-legged's, but it did not matter to the cat bellow. All he needed was the feeling of being bred. His own member twitched with renewed vigour, spraying thin jets of pre-cum between their bodies. He could feeling coming. Just a few more thrusts, until finally his climax arrived. His gut contracted strongly around the invading erection, triggering the other jaguar's own orgasm. As a few shots of semen spattered into the white belly fur above, a more generous amount flowed into the black panther's tail-hole, mixing with the impressive quantities deposited earlier.
Just as with other species of big cats, this was only the beginning for the new couple. They would spend the rest of the day mating.
Dim light filtered through the thick vegetation of the canopy, barely revealing a black form roaming the forest floor.
A strange looking jaguar was scouting its territory: it was melanistic, except for long streaks of white fur on his back and hind end. Possibly a case of vitiligo.
The large feline stopped at the base of a tree, having caught an interesting smell. Another male had just left its mark and was certainly nearby. The big cat followed the scent trace eagerly, his reddish excitement visible underneath his tail.