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Ajit wasn't sure how he'd managed to wander so far off the jungle path. It seemed like with every step, the trees grew larger around and the other vegetation overgrew its natural size. It wasn't long before he walked by a flower half his height and shivered with the thought that maybe the animals and insects were also gigantic in this part of the rainforest.

He was vacationing in a highly populated city in Brazil's western half and had decided to take a solo hike outside of the city. He'd driven to the very edge and had started his hike there, along a path he assumed was used as a makeshift road between the city he was in and the smaller cities farther out. At some point he must have wandered off the road, because he found his paws on vegetation and not dirt, and less and less often he came across the litter that was an omnipresent sign of city life.

The golden jackal whimpered and stopped. If he stopped hiking, what were the odds he'd be rescued? If he continued hiking, what were the odds he'd get lost permanently? He hadn't come to Brazil to be eaten by some mutant praying mantis, but it looked like that might end up being the case.

Ajit sat on a knee-height boulder and sighed. On survey of his area, he was in the center of a cluster of trees wider than the span of his arms and taller than any skyscraper he'd ever seen. Considering the loam under his paws, he wondered how deep the roots needed to dig to keep the trees upright--not that it mattered.

"Okay," he thought. Ajit laced his fingers and rested his elbows on his knees and his muzzle against his thumbs.

There was no way in hell he was going to find his way back to the path when he relied on GPS to navigate when he was at home. He could climb a tree to survey the area. Ajit craned his neck back and looked at the canopy that seemed miles away. No, he could not climb a tree to survey the area.

What were his other options? He could follow a river if he could find one, but how was he supposed to find one? He could follow the sun, but the leaves filtered the light in a way that he didn't know where it was coming from, and besides that, he didn't know what direction he'd headed to get here, so even a compass wouldn't have helped him.

The jackal whimpered. He was going to get swallowed by an overgrown capybara. Did capybara eat meat?

Ajit stood. A noise behind him made him whip around and press his ears flat against his head and tuck his tail between his thighs. He saw nothing in the overgrowth, but that didn't mean something wasn't there. He tilted his chin up and sniffed the air, but for once, his nose didn't help him.

Standing there wouldn't help him, either, and Ajit was lost enough that he couldn't be worse off if he traveled, so he did just that. He picked a direction, started off, and hoped he didn't end up wandering in circles.

---

Ajit didn't end up wandering in circles--or he didn't think he did--but he still went all of nowhere. He hadn't found his way out of this bizarre gigantic part of the jungle, and he hadn't found a path or a stream. The sun was getting low, his paws ached, and he was both hungry and thirsty. It looked like he would have to stay in the jungle overnight, and he didn't know where to begin looking for shelter.

The jackal whimpered and sat in the loam near the base of a tree. He was the size of a large beetle in comparison to it, and he wondered if he should find a crevice to hunker down in like a beetle might. He'd yet to come across any animals, though he had heard skittering in the grasses and crashing in the canopy. Ajit was afraid to see what kind of creatures might be here.

The fur on Ajit's neck bristled. High above him, he heard what sounded like a sigh, and in an instant, made the decision to run and try to find a place to hide.

Ajit had no sooner stood than he was tripped and fell forward onto his chin. He lay in the dirt, shivering, and looked above him.

He didn't know how he missed her. Standing--towering--above him was a massive tigress. She peered down at him with golden eyes and perked ears, and when he moved to try to stand, her lips quirked into a smirk, so Ajit stilled again and looked to the side. It was her tail that had tripped him, and he wasn't sure how he hadn't seen it. She must have moved it in front of him lightning-fast, but how could something--someone--so huge move so quickly?

"You are lost, little fox," she purred above him. Her voice was like distant thunder.

He remained motionless, as though she couldn't see him if he didn't move.

"Where did you come from?" She reached down and Ajit cowered. Her claws extended from her fingertips and tucked under the jackal's body, picking him up, turning him around, and cupping him in her palm. He sat up on her pad and then lay flat again as she lifted him to her eye level. Ajit rose through the air with such speed it made him nauseous.

"You are not a fox," she said once Ajit was at her level. She held him close, almost touching her nose. Her breath was humid against Ajit's fur and he whimpered for fear he'd be either eaten or dropped--which was worse, he wasn't sure.

The jackal sat up on his shaking knees, tail between his legs, and tried to make eye contact with the tigress. His eyes moved between hers, each of which were half his size. She chuffed and the force of the air through her nose knocked Ajit off balance and he fell backward.

"Sorry, little dog," she said.

Ajit felt the bass of her voice in his chest.

She pulled him away from her face and held the jackal several paw-lengths out from her body. "But, as I said, you are lost. Where did you come from? I promise I will not eat you if you tell me."

Ajit didn't know if that meant she'd eat him if he didn't tell her, but he wouldn't risk it. His heart pounded thinking about being swallowed whole by the tigress.

"I--the city," he said. "I was hiking and I-I got lost."

The tigress chuckled. "You got very lost." She turned her head and looked off in the distance. "It will be dark soon. I will take you to my home where you can sleep safely for tonight."

"Safely?" Ajit whined.

The tigress smiled to show teeth and Ajit cowered. He wasn't big enough to be a snack for her, so she wouldn't eat him, would she? She had no reason to, since he couldn't harm her.

"Safely," she repeated. Her voice had a lilting accent the jackal couldn't place. "I will take you home and help you find your way back to the city in the morning."

Ajit nodded, and when she smiled again, he whimpered. The tigress laughed and curled her fingers inward, making a wall for the jackal to lean against so he didn't fall--and he did lean against it, because when she started walking, the wind rushing at him nearly knocked him off her hand.

---

The jackal tried not to vomit in the tigress' fur. He was more nauseous than he had ever been on a plane or a boat, and he attributed that partly to the fact that his heart was pounding and he was afraid for his life for a dozen reasons.

"My name is Xiulan," she said after a while.

Ajit looked up at her face in time to see her glance at him from the corner of her eye. That was her accent. She was Chinese. How, then, did she end up in this jungle? She dressed like a native might--some sort of animal pelt wrapped around her chest and hips--so Ajit had assumed she was born here. But there were no tigers in South America, were there?

"You must have many questions," Xiulan continued. "When we are safe, I will tell you more, and hopefully the questions will be answered."

The jackal nodded to himself and curled up in the crook of one of her fingers. Though that was still a part of her massive body, it made him feel safer.

---

The sun was at the horizon when the tigress entered a grass and leaf hut built partway into the side of a mountain. She deposited Ajit on a makeshift table of scavenged branches and the jackal eyed her while she moved to the other side of the hut and put some kindling into a clay oven. She struck a fire in some mysterious jungle way and pulled open a vent hatch in the roof.

Ajit was cold without the tigress' warmth surrounding him, but the fire, compared to him, was a blaze that warmed the room in minutes.

The tigress sat near the oven and grabbed a clay pot beside the table Ajit was sitting on. She reached that area by leaning backward several degrees and stretching out her arm; the hut was built for one giant.

Xiulan took the lid off the pot and the smell of fruits filled the air. Ajit's mouth watered and he swallowed.

"I was once lost here, too," she said. She grabbed another pot and took from it something that looked like a dense bread. "But the jungle changes you. I was not always this large--or is it that you were not always so small?"

Ajit whimpered. When she said it like that, he wasn't so sure.

The tigress glanced at him and laughed. "No, you are the same size. I was once small, too."

She broke off one corner of the bread and dipped it in the jar that smelled of fruit. She then leaned backward and set the crumb on the table beside Ajit. What was to Xiulan a crumb was to the jackal a loaf of bread.

Ajit took the morsel which dripped with purple jam, and brought it to his nose for a sniff. The tigress' eyes were fixed on him, so, with some hesitation, he lowered his muzzle to the meal and took a bite.

The bread was hard, and wasn't bread as he knew it--it wasn't wheat--but the jam softened it and added a tart fruitiness to what otherwise would have been a plain meal.

Satisfied, Xiulan turned back toward the fire. "I tried to leave the jungle for a long time, but the longer I stayed here, the larger I grew, and now I cannot think of being anywhere else." Her tail swished behind her. "If you stay too long, you might end up like me."

Xiulan turned to face Ajit, with her ankles crossed in front of her. His muzzle was buried in the food, which he was eating like he'd never eaten before. He tried to reign himself in when her eyes were on him, but he was starved.

"I never asked your name, little dog," she said. "What is your name?"

Ajit swallowed the lump of bread in his throat and looked from one of her eyes to the other. "A-Ajit," he said.

"Ajit," she repeated. The way she enunciated the name was pleasant. "You must be thirsty." The tigress took yet another clay pot from beside the table, opened it, and poured water out of it and into its lid, which she sat beside the jackal.

Ajit finished his bread before he crawled over to the pot lid and dunked his muzzle in. He didn't know why, but he was still hungry--ravenous--and it seemed like he couldn't get enough of the water in his system.

"That is enough." Xiulan took the lid from under him and Ajit whined.

"W-wait, I--" Ajit would do anything for more bread and water.

The tigress shook her head and Ajit folded his ears back.

"The more you eat here, the less you will want to go back home. You are fed for the night, and that will have to be enough."

The jackal did want to go home, and the food wasn't good enough to keep him, though he ached for more to a point he wanted to cry. Ajit whined instead, and curled up on a notch in one of the branches.

Xiulan made herself a meal of bread and jam, and her crunching was deafening. Once she was finished, she wiped her muzzle with her wrist and leaned forward to rest her chin on the table in front of Ajit. The jackal dug his paws in to resist the table's tilt, lifted his head, and folded his ears back while he looked up at her.

"You do not say much," she said. "You are quiet to me, but I can still hear you when you whimper, so I should be able to hear you speak."

So close, Ajit could focus on little other than her teeth. "What do I say?" he asked through a whine. His eyebrows were knit. He felt as though if he didn't keep up conversation, she would eat him. Why was he so worried about being eaten?

The tigress hummed. "I suppose there is not much to say, since you will be gone shortly after morning."

Xiulan lifted her head off the table--Ajit dug his paws into the wood again to keep from falling when the table leaned--and moved to the center of the room. She dragged bedding from the side of the room, set it up under herself so she didn't have to sleep on the dirt, and fluffed the dried leaves and grass. She lay on her back, then sat up and looked at Ajit.

"Y-yes?" the jackal stammered. He couldn't read the look in her eyes.

"I would be a bad hostess if I let you sleep on the table. Come here."

She opened her hand and beckoned the jackal with a twitch of her fingers. He hesitated, glanced up at her, and then climbed up onto her fingers, careful to avoid her claws. She moved him over to her and deposited him on her belly, just above her naval. Ajit sank into the plush fur there and tried not to move for fear it would disturb her.

Xiulan laughed and Ajit bounced on her stomach and felt the rumble of the laugh through his body.

"Sleep well, Ajit," she said.

"You, too, uh--Xiulan," he said.

The tigress laughed again, then snuggled her back into her bedding and said no more.

---

Surrounded by warm fur, one might imagine Ajit slept well, but instead he slept fitfully, waking and dozing in a cycle. Xiulan's breathing raised and lowered his body, making him unable to forget he was sleeping on top of a giantess. When dawn finally broke, Ajit felt as though he hadn't slept at all.

The tigress yawned and Ajit clung to her fur for dear life. She stilled, then seemed to remember her small visitor and laughed. The jackal continued to cling to her fur. Her laugh felt like an earthquake, magnitude seven.

"Good morning, little dog," Xiulan said. She picked him up off her stomach and sat him upright on her palm before she sat up; Ajit flattened his ears and looked up at her. "Would you like breakfast?"

Ajit's stomach had been growling all night. What the tigress had fed him had left him as unsatisfied as if he hadn't eaten at all, and he wondered how she felt about the meal.

"Yes, please," he said.

"You are so polite," Xiulan said. She set him atop her makeshift table and Ajit sat upright while she sorted her series of food and water jars.

"Here you go," she said after several minutes. She handed Ajit a crumb of animal jerky that he had to hold in both hands and set a jar lid of water beside him.

The jackal ate as he had the previous night. He scarfed the dry jerky down and drank deeply from the water while Xiulan ate her breakfast. She finished after him, and Ajit looked up to see her licking her lips. He was reminded that she could eat him if she liked.

"Would you like to head home now?" she asked.

Ajit hesitated. Maybe Xiulan had been right when she'd said the jungle changed a person somehow to make them want to stay. He shook his head as if to dislodge the thought and said "yes."

The tigress nodded and scratched behind her ear, which dislodged dust from her bedding. She wrinkled her nose. "If you do not mind, I would like to take a bath first."

Ajit whined. He didn't care if she was dusty so long as she got him out of this place.

As if reading his mind, Xiulan said, "I may have no one to be presentable for, but I have standards. I will be quick."

She stood and moved to exit the shelter, but Ajit called at her to wait and scrambled for the edge of the table, which he stood on.

The tigress' ear flicked and she turned toward him. "Yes?"

"You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" he asked. Ajit wasn't sure what he was afraid of, but he felt less safe without the giantess to guard him from whatever insects or animals might be larger than him. She hadn't eaten him yet, so she probably didn't plan to, right?

"You would like to come with me while I bathe?" Xiulan asked in a growling coo.

The jackal had somehow forgotten that she was leaving to bathe. He looked her up and down, then met her eyes again and swallowed; she chuffed. "I--well, I wasn't thinking about that."

Xiulan laughed. "You may come. I have never been modest." She plucked him off the table and Ajit curled up between her paw pads to minimize his risk of falling.

The tigress exited the hut and started off in a direction. After several minutes of hiking, she found a small river, which she followed until it came to an area where it filtered past gravel and then over flat stones. The shore, too, was stone, as though the water had been eroding a rock wall for some time. The location gave the tigress a smooth surface to rest upon while she bathed.

She swept an area of stone closest to the river with her tail to clear it of dirt, then sat on the stone and dipped her feetpaws into the water. Ajit peered over her fingers to see that at the shore, the river dropped off into an abyss of water, and he scrambled back into her hand.

Xiulan chuffed and set Ajit on the stone several meters from the water. He moved several more meters back and she chuffed again.

"I will be a few minutes," she said. She first unwrapped the pelt around her chest and then the pelt around her waist, and Ajit tried not to look at her and failed.

While her head was turned and she draped her pelts over a low branch, Ajit eyed her body. Tigresses were no doubt some of the most beautiful women, but Ajit had been too afraid for his life to put thought into whether or not Xiulan was attractive. On most occasions, the jackal wouldn't eye a nude woman's body the way he was eying the tigress' unless he was in the bedroom with her, but he couldn't drag his eyes away.

Her chest was small, but her breasts were round and her nipples perky, Ajit assumed from the cold water on her feetpaws. She drew her arms up into the air in a stretch that accentuated the way her ribcage stretched and her abdomen dipped down into a narrow waist, then gave way to hips as wide as the tigress' chest. The white down the front of her body accented her features in the best way, most of all the black stripes across her waist that dipped down into a V-shape.

From his position, Ajit was looking at her from the side. Her thigh covered what lie between her legs, and he was thankful for that, because he wasn't sure how he'd respond if he could see more of her. He wondered if the stripes low on her belly dipped all the way down and connected lower, but then the tigress started to turn her head and Ajit looked away.

"When you look in the opposite direction, you do realize that it makes it obvious you were staring?"

The jackal glanced at her, gulped, and settled his eyes on the stone in front of him. Xiulan had, so far, been nothing but pleasant, and her voice was tinged with amusement even now, but Ajit still wondered if she was the swallow-jackals-whole type.

"I do not mind," she said. Ajit looked up at her and she smirked down at him. "It has been a long time since I have seen another person. It feels nice to think that, despite my size, I might be attractive."

"You're gorgeous," Ajit said, and then snapped his muzzle shut. The words came out unbidden. They'd skipped thought and had come straight out of his throat.

The tigress chuffed. "Thank you," she said.

Ajit sat on the stone and looked at the rock beneath his paws. He'd embarrassed himself enough for one day--for one month, perhaps. He sighed and tried not to look at Xiulan while she waded into the river and bathed. The jackal did look up once--and he laughed at how different she looked when drenched--and then he looked back at the ground.

Xiulan came out of the water after several minutes and sat on the shore again. She shook her head and Ajit brought up his arms to shield himself from the water, but it didn't work and he ended up drenched, too. He looked up at the tigress and whined, and Xiulan looked down at him and laughed.

"Sorry," she said. She drew her hands down her arms to smooth the water from her fur, and Ajit watched because he had nothing better to do. Now that he'd grown accustomed to her nudity, he was less affected by it.

The tigress lifted the leg closest to Ajit to take her footpaw out of the water and smooth the water out of the fur there, and the jackal's thought process changed.

With her footpaw on the shore and her knee bent at an acute angle, Ajit had a view--although imperfect--between her legs. The fur there seemed shorter than the fur elsewhere, and it flowed smooth across the tigress' labia. Her clitoris was visible, and when Ajit looked further down, he saw a moistness on her that didn't look like water.

It didn't smell like water, either. The scent hit him at once, strong and sweet, and it clouded Ajit's thoughts. He found himself staring, and then looking up at the tigress when she laughed.

"Men are so oblivious. It can be charming."

The jackal folded his ears back and glanced from one of her eyes to the other. "I--what?"

"You may be small, Ajit, but you are a fine little dog and it has been a long time since I have been mated."

Ajit whined. His cockhead was peeking out from his sheath, though he didn't know what he was supposed to do with it. He wanted to mate her, but neither of them would feel much thanks to the size difference. He might even drown in the sweetness between her legs, though that might not be a bad way to die.

She closed her eyes partway and smirked, and Ajit's entire cock slid out of his sheath. She was still drenched from head to toe, but rather than be amused by that, Ajit found himself more aroused by how close her fur clung to her body.

"What am I--what do you want me to do?" he asked.

The tigress hummed and turned her front toward Ajit. She cupped her breasts in her hands and the jackal's cock throbbed.

"I saw how you stared at my chest. You like my breasts?"

Ajit did. Small-chested women--proportionally--turned him on so much more than large- or average-chested women. The jackal swallowed and nodded.

"Come here, then."

She reclined until she was on her back and Ajit started to walk toward her, though he still didn't know what he was supposed to do with a giantess. She chuffed and picked him up in her palm, then deposited him on her chest, between her breasts.

The tigress played with her own breasts, cupping them and pressing them together, and Ajit took hold of the base of his cock and stroked it.

"Here," she said. She tapped Ajit with her finger and ushered him toward her right breast. He climbed up onto it and knelt beside her nipple. "There you go."

The jackal didn't consciously make a decision to duck his head and run his tongue across her nipple, but that was what he did. The tigress sighed and Ajit's cock throbbed with the knowledge that her nipples were sensitive.

Ajit lapped at the nipple with his tongue and wrapped his mouth around the tip of it. He sucked as if trying to get milk and the tigress shivered beneath him.

The jackal couldn't help himself. He pressed his lower half forward and rubbed his cock against her nipple while he sucked it and flicked his tongue across it. His precum smeared over her stiff skin and the tigress slipped a hand between her legs and started to rub herself.

His cock throbbed in time to the slick sounds of the tigress rubbing herself. He rutted against her nipple while she slipped a finger inside herself and moaned. The slick sounds picked up and Ajit lifted his mouth from her nipple and whimpered.

"Hmm?" the tigress asked. She didn't stop moving her fingers, but she tilted her head to look at the jackal who had his cock pressed against her nipple.

"I want to see you," he said. "I want to see your..."

"My what?" Her eyes were half-shut and it was the sexiest look she could have given.

"Your pussy," the jackal said. He swallowed the buildup of saliva in his mouth.

Xiulan arched her back, mewled like a kitten, and picked Ajit up again. She deposited him on the ground between her legs and sat up so that she was leaning back on her elbows and had a good view of the jackal between her thighs.

Ajit gulped and drooled at the scent and sight of the moistness clinging to the fur on her labia. He licked his lips and the tigress chuffed above him.

"Well?" she asked; the jackal looked up at her. "Get to it."

He at first didn't know where to begin, but his eyes fixated on her clit and he gulped. He would be able to fit most of it in his mouth, and the thought of sucking on her most sensitive part made precum dribble down his cock.

Ajit licked his lips and stepped forward. He was above eye-level with her clit, so he ducked his chin and licked over the pearl. Xiulan moaned above him and he dipped his head lower to taste more of her moisture from the source. The taste filled his mouth and clouded his thought, and before he knew it, he was sucking on her clit, his hands wrapped around what he couldn't fit in his mouth without scraping her with his teeth, and he was rutting into her wetness.

The tigress growled and Ajit paused.

"This is frustrating," she said.

She picked Ajit up and the jackal squirmed and yipped in protest.

"Shush, little dog," she said. "It is not enough."

The tigress deposited him on her belly and he crawled forward and latched onto her clit like he was starved for it.

Xiulan mewled and dipped her hand between her legs--Ajit moved to the side without releasing her clit to give her room. The tigress dipped her fingers into herself and the jackal started to grind into the fur beneath him.

The jackal suckled loudly on Xiulan's clit, lost in her taste and the sound of her fingering herself. Ajit wanted to bury his cock in her moisture again, but more than that, he wanted her to find her pleasure. When she came, he was sure he'd be close behind from feeling her shiver and hearing her moan under him.

Ajit whimpered around her clit and Xiulan's hips rose off the ground. His eyes were closed, but the jackal heard and felt her fingers move quicker, and he could feel her breathing increase. He sucked and licked the pearl in his mouth, and with a mewl, Xiulan came under him. Her hips buckled and Ajit let go of her clit to avoid biting her while he ground his cock down into her fur. She shivered for a few more seconds and then lowered her hips back to the ground, panting.

The jackal licked his lips and rutted in her fur. Ajit was desperate to cum, but he wasn't getting there with her scent and smell alone.

"Shh, little dog," the tigress said. She lifted her hand from between her legs, picked Ajit up with it, and deposited him on her chest. Xiulan sat up on her elbows and the jackal looked up at her.

"Come here," she said. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, and Ajit froze.

The tigress chuffed. "I am not going to eat you. Give me your cock."

Ajit's cock jumped and the tigress chuffed again. He didn't have to be told twice. He stepped forward and she bent her head, so Ajit wrapped his hands around the top of her nose to get his cock nearer her mouth. Her breath on his chest sent a shiver down his spine, and he whimpered.

"Shh," she cooed.

Ajit felt her tongue against his naked cock and flinched--the bristles were rough.

Xiulan adjusted and flicked his cock with the smooth tip of her tongue, and the jackal shivered. The tigress alternated between lapping at him with her tongue-tip and taking his cock between her lips, and it didn't take much of that to have Ajit grinding forward into her mouth, whimpering, and coming.

The tigress lapped his cock clean and Ajit let go of her nose and fell onto his backside in the fur on her chest.

"You are delicious," Xiulan said while she licked her lips, and Ajit shuddered. "I only wish you could give me more."

The jackal folded his ear back and looked up at her. Xiulan laughed.

"Your cum, little dog. If I ate you, I would not be able to milk you for more."

Ajit didn't try to wonder if that meant she'd ever considered eating him. Instead, he climbed off her--she watched him with a smirk on her lips--and shook his fur. When she'd picked him up, she'd covered him in her juices. If his cock hadn't become so sensitive, Ajit might have gotten hard again from smelling it around him.

Xiulan dipped her hands in the river, cupped water in her palms, and gently poured the water over Ajit. He rinsed his fur in it and she brought water to him several more times until he was clean.

The tigress lay back on the rock and Ajit sat beside her with his back against her thigh.

For what seemed like an hour, but must have been a handful of minutes, they were silent, until Xiulan said, "We should go. It is a fair hike back to the path near the city, and I would like to be home before dark."

The jackal said nothing and Xiulan sat up and looked down at him. He looked up at her, ears folded back, and whimpered.

"What is wrong, little dog?"

Ajit swallowed in attempt to soothe his dry throat. "What if I don't want to go back anymore?"

For a while, the tigress was silent, and Ajit worried he'd said something wrong.

"No, you're right. We should probably head back," the jackal said, but the tigress shushed him and his tail started to wag.

"I would like the company," she said, "but if you stay too long, you will become like me, and then you can never leave. Are you willing to give up all you have outside the jungle?"

"Yes." Ajit didn't have to think about it and he didn't understand why. But, though he didn't understand, he didn't question himself. What could he possibly want other than to be here, with Xiulan? And the longer he stayed in the jungle, the more he loved it. The exotic plants, the clear water, the smells of nature all around--everything was so different from the concrete jungle he called home. Everything was beautiful, and--and he felt free.

Xiulan smirked. "Very well. Shall we head home, then? You have a lot to learn about living here."

The jackal nodded, and without another word, Xiulan dressed, picked Ajit up, and headed back to her hut.

---

Ajit piled firewood on the makeshift shelf several meters from the hut. It had taken half a year, but he was becoming competent in the forest, and, more important than that, he had become more like Xiulan.

The process was slow at first, but as the tigress had said, the longer Ajit spent in the jungle, the more he changed. He grew and grew, until he was knee-height with the tigress, and then hip-height--the perfect height to worship the place between Xiulan's thighs--and then chest height. Now he stood just below her shoulder, and he hoped he'd become taller still.

The jackal dusted himself free of bits of bark and entered the hut to search for his tigress. He found her there, nude, reclining on their bed mat. When she saw him enter, she arched her back and mewled.

Ajit knew an invitation when he saw one and all but pounced on her.

They made love like they'd never get another chance. Their kisses were sloppy and Xiulan was sopping wet when Ajit sunk his cock into her. The tigress wrapped her limbs around him and bucked up into his every thrust, and when he pushed forward for the final time and knotted her, she growled out a moan and came around him.

They lay there, panting, and when Ajit went to pull his knot out, Xiulan stopped him by wrapping her legs around him and holding the jackal's lower half flush with hers.

"Let me feel you a little longer," she cooed.

Ajit's tail wagged like a puppy's and he lay his head on her chest. The tigress ran her claws through the fur on his head, and for the thousandth time, Ajit was thankful he'd stayed.

They lay there for several more minutes until Xiulan's grip relaxed and she allowed Ajit to pull his knot from her. Even so, he lay with her again, nuzzled her neck, and enjoyed her warmth.

"We should check the traps," the tigress said. "It would be nice to have fresh meat tonight."

The jackal nodded against her neck. "I harvested some fruits earlier, so we can have a feast if we have bread."

Xiulan chuckled. "We will celebrate you staying with me for half a year, and hopefully many more months to come."

"Years to come," he dared to say, and the tigress hugged him tight and kissed the top of his head.