FSE

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I've been working on this story on and off for the past few months, and I finally managed to put on the finishing touches last night. (If you're reading this, DragonLord, don't worry, I'm still working on Two Against The Tide.)

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As any sane human could tell you, the southern jungles are a treacherous place. Even if there weren't bipedal beasts hiding in the trees, waiting to pounce on intruders and tear them to shreds, there were plenty of other dangers that lurked in the woods. Malaria had killed just as many men as tribal blades, venomous snakes lay invisible in the underbrush, and the smallest bite from a wandering spider would be more than enough to bring the strongest of soldiers to a blubbering end. And beyond the physical dangers, the shifting, dappled shadows could conjure up all manner of unsightly terrors in a fearful mind, driving those unfortunate enough to enter straight into death's waiting jaws.

It was in this jungle that the Fairweather Trading Company was stubbornly fighting a losing battle against a bunch of humanoid jaguars, hoping to drive the creatures out and claim whatever riches they were obviously guarding. Two years and millions of gold coins hadn't gotten them a single inch into the jungle; any camps they lay down wound up slaughtered within days, and the precarious rivers prevented a sizable force from forming fast enough to attack. It seemed like the savages knew every move they would make, always two steps ahead with an ambush or three set in just the right spots. Three thousand and seventy-four soldiers had died in the drawn-out conflict, and for one poor soul in particular, that number seemed about ready to become three thousand and seventy-five.

Private Thomas Perkins had been running headlong through the slapping leaves and tripping roots of the jungle for what seemed like hours, desperately trying to reach the distant sound of gunfire while fleeing the sight of the rest of his squad. Before he even knew what was happening, two men had been skewered with arrows while his sergeant had gotten pounced; the horrid gurgling sound of the man's throat being cut still haunted his memory, and the emerald glare of the savage that did it had driven him to flee. Thomas didn't know if he was being chased, and if he was being chased, how close he was to getting his own neck opened up, all he knew was there were more humans ahead, there had to be… until the guns of whoever it was out there went quiet.

Realizing that he might be the only human left, the young private frantically put his rifle to his shoulder and turned to face whatever might be giving chase, hoping he'd catch a glimpse of spotted pelt before something came crashing down through the tree canopy and-SNAP.

The human turned toward the sound and fired off a shot in a fit of blind panic, then reloaded, half-aimed, and fired again at what sort of looked like a crouching creature. When the smoke cleared, he realized neither bullet had come remotely close to hitting anything, and after a moment's intense listening, he heard… nothing. The entire jungle was eerily quiet, with nothing but the sound of wind moving through the trees to make him think he wasn't deaf. Of course, that didn't mean he was safe, but since there wasn't anything attacking him at that moment, the private had a chance to re-orient himself.

“Okay, ah… home base should be west, and I'm facing… east? South?" After slipping another cartridge into his gun, he briefly dug around in his pockets for his standard-issue compass, but it didn't take long to realize he'd left it back at base. Damnit. “Well, the sun's over there, and it's morning, so…" Wait, was it more to the left than usual? It was hard to tell with the leaves in the way… maybe he could climb a tree? No, he thought, looking down at his stiff, bright red uniform coat; there's no way he'd be able to make it to the top, and even if it was possible, he'd have to leave his rifle behind. He couldn't just sit there and wait for a rescue party either… “Guess the only way is forward."

Thomas quickly started off in the direction he guessed was west, tromping through the underbrush with little care for quiet. All that mattered was getting back to base, just do that and-click!

He hardly had time to register the noise before a rope yanked up under his armpits, hoisting him up into the sprawling tree branches as some weight came crashing down beside him. In less than a second, he was hanging fifteen feet off the ground, his rifle lying back in the underbrush and far out of reach; a quick assessment of the situation told him he was caught in a trap, and moreover that something would be along shortly to check on it. Thomas immediately tried to reach for his belt, but the cord under his arm combined with his own weight to make it nigh impossible. Try as he might, the hilt of his knife remained just a few inches out of reach, but it still seemed like a winnable situation… until a feminine voice rung out through the air.

“Mmmm… mira lo que he encontrado…" The young private looked up to see a pair of jade eyes staring back at him from a shadow-dappled silhouette, a shape whose tail and pointed ears marked it as dangerous. It was crouched on a branch a few feet from him, and as he redoubled his efforts to get at his knife, Thomas heard a slight chuckle from the creature. “A bit stuck, conejito?" it giggled, “Maybe I could help with that…" The thing reached down and pulled something from its waist, something that glinted in the sun and reminded the boy of his own infantry knife. Part of him began wondering if it had killed someone to get it, and another part grew curious as to where it had learned English. “…or maybe I'll just gut you while you hang there… decisions, decisions…"

The shadowy figure suddenly hopped forward, moving with eerie grace to a branch closer to where Thomas was hanging. As he resumed clawing at his knife, the private briefly glanced at the creature again, and this time, he could make out quite a bit more. It had the same spotted hide that all the jaguars had, and it was dressed in the same savage manner with revealing hide clothing, but it looked almost… feminine. There were two bulges on its chest, too, and the leather strip covering them left a bit of a furry cleavage. His eyes lingered just long enough for the creature to notice, and it let out another small chuckle while slowly creeping toward him. As he continued to struggle, Thomas finally grabbed the hilt of his knife and yanked it free, and had just raised it to the rope holding him up when that dreadful voice spoke again from behind him.

“Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you, conejito, it's such a long way down… I'd probably survive, but you…" Thomas refused to listen and began furiously sawing at the rope, quickly finding it to be more robust than expected, but he still managed to cut halfway through in record time. A surge of victorious glee flowed through him as the last few fibers gave way, but it quickly turned to panicked fear once he began hurtling toward the ground. The poor human tried his best to soften the fall by rolling like they always did in adventure novels, but wound up just slamming side-first into the underbrush; the impact knocked the breath out of him, keeping him down for a half a minute as he tried to get air back into his lungs. It took a few more precious seconds to scrabble to his feet and grab his gun, and by the time he'd begun sweeping the barrel around the treetops, the jaguar was already gone.

“Alright, get it together. Base camp's that way… or is it?" All the trees looked the same as Thomas spun around, and trying to figure out which way he'd been heading seemed harder and harder the more he looked. “Damnit, where was I going?" Eventually, he decided on heading left, but instead of running, he took the time to keep his gun aimed at the treetops. That thing wasn't going to get the drop on him again, he thought, and when it reared its ugly head, he'd blow the damn thing off. Well, it actually wasn't that ugly, now that he thought about it… it almost had a kind of exotic beauty… pretty shapely, too…

A brief flicker of young lust caught in his mind, a fantasy of bringing the jaguar woman back as a living trophy, which distracted him just enough to mask the sound of something dropping out of the tree canopy. The jaguar landed on top of him with practiced precision, knocking the private to the ground on his belly and putting a knife to his throat. Before he knew it, Thomas was disarmed and at his enemy's mercy, and all he could do was close his eyes and wait. It was going to butcher him the same way they slaughtered his squad, then chop him up, mount his head on a spike, then serve the rest of him up for dinner. Oh god, he didn't want to end up as a meal for these things, he didn't want to die, he didn't even want to kill his way out of this, he just wanted to go home…

In that moment of pure fear and regret, a single tear ran down his cheek, and he would have been ashamed had he not been a few seconds from dying. Just a flick of the knife across his throat, a few seconds of pain, and he'd be safe on the other side…

Only the killing blow never came. Thomas could still feel the creature's furry bulk on top of him, and its stolen knife was still pressed to his throat, almost like it was waiting for something. After a few more seconds of tense silence, it shifted its weight forward, bringing its teeth inches from his neck. “Aren't you going to beg?" it whispered into his ear, still sickeningly cheerful even on the verge of killing him.

“Like you'd let me go," he murmured, resigned to his fate. There wasn't any way he could get this thing off him before it opened up an artery, so instead of struggling, he just lay motionless. “Just get it over with…"

“Aww, but that's no fun. I've got all sorts of things I want to do to you, conejito, most of which you won't like…" The jaguar smoothly brought the tip of her knife up from his neck to his cheekbone, the cold steel tip scraping against his skin. “Maybe I'll pluck out your eyes, watch you stumble around blind for a while…" It gradually brought the blade closer to his eye socket, seeming to enjoy stretching out the moment, but when Thomas didn't react beyond closing his eyes, the creature seemed to almost give up. “Hmph," it growled, moving the knife away from his face before slipping it back into its sheath.

The private then felt it lift up a bit and grab him by the shoulder, roughly flipping him over before laying back down on top of him. Now that he was face to face with the creature, he could clearly see both its feline and feminine features. It's soft, dappled fur looked positively luxurious, complemented by the lithe, amazonian frame of a woman. He couldn't help but glance at its chest again as a corner of his mind turned to indecent thoughts, and the jaguar seemed to notice his interest, raising one eyebrow as its smile returned. “Maybe there's something else I could use you for," it purred, “If you want to be so… passivo…"

Thomas watched as it took something from a pouch on its belt, a few vibrant purple berries that it crushed in one paw. It then spread the mashed substance onto the front of its muzzle almost like lipstick, looking him in the eyes all the while. “Mmmm… eres lindo para un humano," it murmured, and as the boy tried to figure out what it meant, the jaguar grabbed either side of his head and pressed its muzzle to his lips. Thomas was shocked by the sudden affection, his eyes growing wide as the creature continued to kiss him; without really thinking, he grabbed onto its hips, but he was too shocked to even recognize the knife sheath he'd touched. He just lay there in stunned silence, and as the jaguar finally pulled back, his mouth just hung open.

“Wha… what are-"

“What am I doing? Oh, it won't take long to figure out." The creature subtly slid its hips back on top of him, putting the opening of her skirt right above his… wait… was she really… "Just lay back, relax, and let the lujuritas work."

Was she talking about the berries? Were they poison? He'd heard that word before, somewhere… wait, he could feel something, a tingling on his lips, slowly spreading throughout his whole body. That, coupled with the feeling of her furry bulk rubbing up against him, especially his groin, caused confusion to spread through his mind like a murky cloud. First she'd seemed like she wanted to kill him, and now she was acting like she couldn't get enough of him. She… something about the way the jaguar almost lustily began kissing and licking his neck made him start thinking of her as more feminine, more like a woman than a remorseless killer.

That, in turn, made her frisky advances seem far less suspicious, and he could even feel his pants beginning to tighten. She was so beautiful, more so than most humans he'd seen, and as the tingling reached all the way to his toes, Thomas began touching her back without really thinking. His hand quickly found their way to the rear of her clothes, and as she pulled back a bit, he darted in and returned her kiss on the lips. All of his fear was somehow gone, replaced by the tingly sensation of heated arousal; he didn't think for a minute that the jaguar would hurt him, and when she flexed one bladed digit and hooked under the front of his uniform's collar, he didn't even flinch. “Mmmm, that was quick," she purred, slowly slicing through the silver buttons one by one with her razor-like claw. Her eyes gleamed with the same arousal Thomas felt, and somewhere in the back of his hazy mind, he realized she had tasted the berries too. “I take it you're not so scared stiff anymore?"

“Well, something's stiff," he replied with a blissful grin, “But I think it's more to do with your chest…" His hands searched for a knot or something on the back of her hide top, and as she popped his coat all the way open, he undid the part holding it all together before tossing the garment aside.

The jaguar swiftly did the same to his jacket, then began hastily plucking at his undershirt buttons. “Aren't you afraid I'm going to gobble you up?" she giggled, “You're looking pretty delicious right about now…"

“That sounds fun," Thomas replied, a tinge of drunkenness evident in his voice. He then reached up and grabbed onto her tits, relishing in the squishy, furry texture as he felt her up. “You could kill me right now, and I wouldn't have a single regret…"

Both of them let out another round of tipsy-sounding giggles, after which the jaguar seemed to get lost in thought for a moment. When she came back, she didn't hesitate to reach down and open up his mouth, inspecting his tongue for a moment before cracking an even bigger smile. “What would you say to doing a bit of gobbling yourself, conejito? I think I've got the perfect spot for that smooth tongue of yours…"

Before Thomas could reply, she reached back and undid the knot holding up her skirt before slipping it off. The young private had never even seen a woman naked before, and his eyes became locked on what he saw between her legs. “I-is that your… ah…"

“What, you've never been with a jaguar before?" she jokingly asked, but after a moment, a tinge of concern crept across her expression. “No, you haven't been with anyone, have you? Supongo que tendré que mostrarte qué hacer…" Suddenly, the jaguar rolled off him, turning ninety degrees before laying on her back. When Thomas looked over, he saw her spreading both her legs and the furry area around her nethers, giving him an inviting view of her soft, pink insides. “C' mere," she purred, “I'm gonna teach you how to please a woman."

The private quickly complied, trying to figure out what to do with each part. There was a half- hooded nub at the top, a small opening almost in the middle, and a much bigger hole below that, all of it just barely coated in a glistening sheen. His old aspirations of saving himself for marriage like a good Christian boy were out the window, replaced by equal parts giddy excitement and nervous confusion. His Victorian education made sure he had no clue what to do, and the primal part of his brain wasn't giving him any hints either; luckily, the jaguar only put up with a few seconds of his gawking before grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand close.

“Here, stick two in… no, lower… mmmm, just like that." It felt so weird, having his fingers inside her, it was just so warm and soft and squishy; it felt almost ribbed on the inside, and he thought he could feel a little nub on the upper wall. “Now curl your fingers… mmhmm, perfecto." Thomas began using a beckoning motion to rub at the small spot inside her, and from the way she relaxed and murmured, it was precisely what he was supposed to do. Each little stroke made the jaguar's nethers pulse around his fingers, and as he continued to finger her, he thought he could feel things getting looser and wetter.

“Alright, next, I want you to start licking the top. Don't stop with the fingers, just lean down and put that pretty tongue of yours to work." After a moment's hesitation, Thomas did as she asked, lying down in front of her groin and putting his mouth right by her snatch. Inhaling revealed a musky scent that wasn't really unpleasant, and as he gently stuck his tongue out, he got a taste of her acidic juices. Eventually, he worked up the courage to start lapping at the little nub on top, and once he got into a rhythm, the jaguar let out a long, satisfied groan.“Ohhh, there's a good boy," she purred, “Just keep doing that and I won't have to eat you."

The private took her statement in stride as he continued to lick at her clit, massaging her g-spot at the same time to make her sigh with pleasure. Her whole groin was getting slick with her slippery secretions, making it easier to move his fingers around inside her and getting his chin a little bit soaked. Part of his brain was a bit grossed out by the squishy warmth, the exotic taste, and the musky smell, but he found those same attributes to be just what was turning him on. The jaguar had begun squirming under him, moaning a few tips in between foreign sounding words. “Ah, foyame…," she groaned, “Keep going, conejito… mmmmmph…"

From his view between her legs, Thomas watched her begin groping her own breasts, almost mesmerizing him with their squishiness and soft fur and… god, it would be so much fun to just bury his face in them. As he diligently continued eating her out, the private could feel his member throbbing inside his pants, begging for friction and straining for some kind of stimulation. Without really thinking, he began subtly grinding against the ground, fantasizing about doing the same to the creature in front of him. Wait, maybe he could stick it inside her… she seemed to like it with his finger, so perhaps she'd let him…

His attention turned back to reality just in time to notice the jaguar tensing up beneath him, squirming and moaning… almost like he did when he was jerking off. Wait, did girls have the same thing happen as boys, that rush of pleasure after stroking for long enough? Well, it seemed like he was about to find out; his unorthodox partner appeared to be nearing some kind of climax, and the young private prepared for a spurt of something sticky.

“Oh Dios, mierda… voy a eyacular…" She punctuated the sentence with a startling yowl of pleasure, a sound that made Thomas wonder whether she was having the best time of her life or was in horrible, horrible pain. Thankfully, nothing but a bit of vaginal fluid squirted out of her, but to his surprise, her thighs suddenly clamped on either side of his head like a muscular, furry vice. She put one paw on the back of his head, too, pressing his face into her crotch as her claws flexed into his scalp. Not wanting to disappoint, the private continued pleasuring her for almost half a minute more, only stopping when her legs went limp and she gently pushed him back. “Santa mierda," the jaguar murmured to herself, “No he eyaculado tan fuerte en meses…" After a minute of relaxation, she looked up to see Thomas kneeling in front of her, looking alert and eager to please. Her eyes quickly noticed the massive tent in his pants, and after a moment of thought, she raised one paw and beckoned him closer. “Come, conejito, you deserve a reward… why don't you take that thing off and enjoy yourself?"

It took him a second to realize the “thing" was his pants, and a second more to figure out she was inviting him to stick it inside. In a second rush of excitement, Thomas popped off his boots and socks, got to his feet, and began fumbling with his belt buckle, releasing it after a few seconds and allowing him to yank down his uniform trousers. After kicking those off, he did the same with his drawers, leaving him standing buck naked in front of the lounging jaguar. She certainly seemed pleased with his body judging by the glint in her eye, and the way her gaze lingered on his groin made him wonder what precisely male jaguars were endowed with. He quickly got down on his knees in front of his soon-to-be lover and was about to advance when he realized something rather silly. “Hey, er, what's your name?"

The jaguar raised one eyebrow incredulously, then humored him after a few awkward seconds of silence. “Mi yamo Kiana," she replied, “And you are?"

“Uh, Thomas." He was about to say nice to meet you, but quickly realized how inappropriate it was for the moment. Instead, he decided to go with something a bit more sensual. “Kiana…," he half mused, “…a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

She let out a short giggle, then replied with a hint of frisky arousal. “Hmm… then I suppose Thomas must mean greatly endowed…"

Thomas's cheeks began to turn cherry red at her compliment, and he shyly looked down at his own manhood. “I, ah… well… not really…" He quickly began to feel like he didn't measure up, and the seed of doubt promptly took root. “I'm sure there's plenty bigger out there…"

“It's the biggest one I've ever seen, and there's not a single barb… trust me, you've got every male in every tribe beat fair and square." Suddenly, Kiana scooted forward and crossed her legs behind Thomas's hips, pulling him closer and urging him to get started. “Don't even worry about getting me off again, you've more than earned a bit of fun for yourself."

With most of his confidence resolidified, the young private began to line himself up, putting the tip of his cock right at the entrance to her slick hole and getting his hips adequately aligned. However, after a few seconds, he realized he couldn't both properly thrust and screw her laying down, so he pulled away and fell back on his haunches. “Could you… er…"

“Hmm? Oh…" Kiana quickly flipped over onto her paws and knees, lifting her slender tail as she looked back at him. “Go ahead, I'm all yours…"

This time, Thomas found getting into position much more comfortable, and the only thing slowing him down was his own inexperience. It still felt overwhelming to be this close to someone naked, and as he slipped the tip of his member between her vulva, the young private let out a short puff of air to psyche himself up. It was just a little thrust, that's all… just a small motion forward, and… ohhhh…

After pressing all the way in, he just took a moment to enjoy the incredible sensation, leaning down over Kiana's back and running his fingers through her silky fur. It was just so warm, and wet, and wonderfully tight around his cock, almost like this was just where he belonged. He could feel her muscles gently squeezing around his shaft, coaxing him to pull back a bit before thrusting inward. The slightly ribbed texture felt absolutely heavenly against his sensitive tip, and as he began humping her in earnest, he could feel that little hard spot brushing past on each stroke. “Ahhhh… oh god…" he moaned, “You're so damn tight…"

“Mmph… you're not too bad yourself," the jaguar replied, leaning back into his hips and pressing against his thrusts. She definitely seemed to be enjoying it a bit, but not as much as getting eaten out; as Thomas grew more accustomed to the pleasure of intercourse, he began to notice this fact more and more, and it didn't take much imagination for him to find a solution. Without stopping, he slipped his hands off her hips, reaching around to her clit and her breasts as he bent down over her like a horny hound. Kiana let out a gasp of pleasant surprise as her lover began massaging both at once, a gasp that quickly turned into a satisfied moan. “Ohhhh… just a little bit faster… ahhh, perfecto…"

It almost seemed as if each deep thrust made her even more sensitive, causing her whole body to pulse and squirm with pleasure, squeezing oh so delightfully on his member like she was trying to coax him even deeper. After a minute of vigorous fucking, the jaguar dropped down to her elbows, unable to handle the raw sensation of getting penetrated, fingered, and groped at the same time. The private was leaning heavily into her, trying to anchor himself amidst a haze of soft, squelching lovemaking. “Kiana…" he murmured, doing his best to stay coherent, “I'm not sure… how much longer…"

“Keep go-ohhhh… Dios, don't stop…" Thomas could tell by now that she was just as close to a climax as him, making him feel a bit less guilty about jackhammering into her at his own pace. Her whole furry body was winding up like a spring, begging for release the same way he felt pressure building in his groin. The thought of pulling out briefly popped into his head, but the primal momentum of the situation ensued he stayed stuck in to the end, breeding the jaguar like a wild animal.

Kiana hit her limit first, letting out another ecstatic yowl as she tumbled into an orgasm. Thomas only lasted a few seconds more with her insides milking his cock, and once he felt himself on the verge of cumming, he took his lover by the hips and buried his manhood up to the hilt. His cock began pumping load after load of warm, sticky seed into her, each blast filling her up more and more like a cream-filled pastry. Both members of the unorthodox union were too caught up in the pure pleasure of the moment to care, and even after they'd begun to come down from their high, they just casually pulled apart with a sweet, slimy slurping sound.

Thomas lay back, propping himself up with his hands and enjoying the post-coital satisfaction of a job well done. His member was utterly covered in both of their fluids, and as he tried to wipe some of them off with his hand, he saw a tiny bit more trickle out of its tip. Kiana, meanwhile, had gotten back to her feet, and she'd just begun to re-tie her skirt when she pleasantly sighed. “Well, I think that was the best sex I've had in… hmm, might just be the best ever." She then reached one paw down below her skirt and scooped up a bit of the seed leaking out, rubbing it between two digits before flicking it onto the ground. “It would be nice if you warned me next time you plan on finishing inside, conejito… usually takes a day or two to wash it all out, and it's awkward hunting with stuff leaking from between your legs."

“Oh, ah… sorry about that…" The young private quickly stood up and began looking for his underwear, then stumbled a bit as a slight wave of dizziness hit. “I just, er, you were just so…"

“It's okay, I'm pretty used to males not asking permission. Most I've met wouldn't even be sorry." By the time she'd gotten all dressed up, Thomas had just managed to pull his pants back up to his waist. “Anyway, once you're dressed, we should go back to my place, there's already too much of a risk of someone else seeing us out here."

He paused in the middle of pulling on his shirt on, looking up like a deer in a hunter's sights. “Wha… you want me to come… with you? Like to your house?"

“Yes, of course." Her head tilted to the side slightly, her expression furrowing as she tried to understand his confusion. “What? Do you plan on going back through Furias territory? They'll kill you on sight, the jungle is dense with traps, and last time I checked, it's at least twenty minutes to your people."

Suddenly, vivid images of his squad going down re-emerged in his mind; he again felt a surge of terror as he looked into Kiana's eyes, and for a split second he once again saw her as a remorseless predator. He'd felt so terrified when she'd had him strung up in the trees, as helpless as a rabbit caught in a trap. His face paled a few shades as the lusty haze of arousal quickly drained from his mind. “I, ah… uh…" It struck him like a thunderbolt that he was still in dangerous uncharted territory, and that the creature he'd just laid with might have killed him under different circumstances. “W-would you really have… gouged my eyes out?" he stammered after a moment of strained silence, and Kiana suddenly realized that the lujurita berries had worn off rather quickly.

She quickly closed the distance and put her hands on his bare chest, hoping the contact would help calm him down. “No, no, I… it was just a cruel joke. I'm sorry. I thought… well, I thought it'd be funny, seeing you squirm."

“And what were you going to do afterward? Kill me? Just like the rest of my squad?"

The jaguar hesitated for a second, almost as if trying to think up a convincing lie, but she then simply let out a long sigh of defeat as her gaze dropped to the ground. “Probably. Even if I didn't kill you myself, I probably would've taken that gun from you and let you run away, and you would've probably blundered into someone or something else who would gladly kill you." She then looked up at him again, a twinge of desperation evident in her jade eyes. “But that never happened; I spared you, and we both got a good experience out of it."

A slight sparkle of joy returned to Thomas's eyes, but the shadow of dread still hung over him like an obsidian sword. “They all died, Kiana. Killed by your people. Didn't even see it coming…"

“My people?" She suddenly took two steps back, glaring at him like he'd just insulted her. “My people aren't the ones who killed your friends, puto, that was the Furias. I had nothing to do with whatever happened to them, and you're the first human I've ever seen more than a glimpse of. I've had plenty of friends get killed or captured by 'your people,' but do I blame you? No!"

Thomas wasn't sure whether to be angry, sorrowful, scared, or sorry; her words made a bit of sense, but it still didn't dissuade the fact that jaguars were considered the enemy. But she'd been kind to him… after threatening and almost killing him… and now she was offering him a safe haven. He just seemed to wilt where he stood, giving up any hope of sorting through his emotions. “I'm sorry," he almost whispered, “Can we just… talk about this later?"

Kiana's rage seemed to fizzle out at the sight of his defeated expression, and she stepped close enough to take his hand with some of the same emotions on her face. “Sure," she murmured, “My home isn't far."

Thomas got the rest of his clothes put on as best he could, leaving his coat unbuttoned since there weren't any buttons on it anymore. After scooping up a few of the silver disks, he picked up his rifle and began to follow Kiana through the jungle. Several times she had to pull him away from hunting snares or dangerous wildlife, and at one point she made him duck down into the underbrush for a full minute, hiding him from something he hadn't even seen. When it finally seemed like they'd reached their destination, the private quickly realized that there wasn't anything there besides a thick, ancient-looking tree, and his confusion only grew as Kiana began climbing up a series of convenient handholds. It was only when she climbed into the canopy propper that he began to realize there was a floor woven into the bottom layer of branches about twenty feet up, and he wasn't entirely sure where the jaguar was going until she poked her head back through the hole she'd first climbed through. “Come on," she called back to him, “It's just up here."

The young private just stared at the tree's knotted surface, trying to figure out how to scale it with leather jackboots on his feet and his rifle clutched in one hand. He'd climbed a few apple trees back when he was a kid, but this… it just looked like something else entirely. After a moment more, he approached the ancient oak and began to climb, shakily moving between hand and footholds while trying not to drop anything. Three minutes later, he was only five feet off the ground, and he was about to ask Kiana for some kind of help when a rope of twisted vines dropped down in front of him. Thomas gratefully took hold and began climbing up at a decent pace, almost walking up the side of the tree as the jaguar hauled him up. He let out a sigh of relief as he got his feet back on solid ground, but the sigh quickly turned into a gasp as he saw what the ground was connected to.

It looked like a massive dome of woven vines, leaves, and roots, all pulled together into a sort of hut. The floor was about twenty feet in diameter, giving enough space between the pieces of primitive furniture so as not to seem cramped. There was a sizeable woven bed hanging from four straps, a table and chairs fashioned from young branches, a couple of pieces of cured meat on hooks, a few decorations made from hide strips and bone, and a series of racks that held up spears, a bow, and a few other primitive weapons. In terms of quantity, all of it was about on par with his quarters in the camp, give or take a few dozen bunk beds. The whole space made him reconsider his previous assumptions that the jaguars lived like animals, and as Kiana motioned for him to lie down on the bed, he began to wonder if this was the biggest jaguars built things.

Thomas gladly took off his boots and socks before sliding onto the almost hammock-like bed, setting his rifle down on the floor before getting comfortable. Kiana went over and grabbed a few pieces of meat from the rack, then brought them and a chair over to sit beside the human. “So," she murmured, gently munching on a strip of what looked like jerky, “About getting you home… I think your best option is to make a deal with one of the tribes; you tell them stuff about the soldiers, and they'll probably let you off on the condition that you don't come back."

She offered a piece of meat to Thomas, who quickly scarfed it down. “Wait, you want to take me to the tribe? I thought you said they wanted to kill me?"

Kiana rolled her eyes, then offered him a second piece. “Not all the tribes, just… some of them. Besides, I'll talk it out with the chief before you even have to set foot outside, and I know they'll probably be at least somewhat open to the prospect."

“Probably?"

“Well, considering your other options are either taking your chances with the Furias or spending the rest of your life with me, probably is pretty good odds."

Thomas still didn't look too convinced, but he decided to let the matter lie. He and the jaguar just rested in silence for a minute, until a question popped into the private's mind. “How do you speak English so well? We've only been fighting you for two years, and you, er… the 'Furias,' don't take any prisoners."

Kiana's brow furrowed with confusion, and her jade eyes reflected a whole mess of emotions. Her mouth opened, closed, then half opened again as she tried to figure out what to say. “You… que… you're not the first humans we've met, Thomas. You're not even close." When Thomas just stared confused at her, she leaned forward and rubbed at her face with one paw. “Mira, thirty years ago, before I was born, a tribe of humans called the missionaries came into our lands from the west. They were the first humans we'd ever seen, so we approached with caution, and they returned the favor by offering gifts. Strange metal things, glass beads, new kinds of plants, all things we'd never encountered. During the year they stayed with us, they taught us their language so that we could better understand each other. Then they tried to teach us about their tribe's gods, but we weren't swayed; once they realized they couldn't 'enlighten' us, they left the jungle for good. However, we still pass down their languages just in case, well, we meet a human ourselves."

“So… we're not the first humans here?"

“No, or at least not the first the Maraviya tribe has seen. The Furias' first meeting was when you cut down their warriors, and most other tribes only hear horror stories about Los Rojos, merciless strangers with mystical weapons who kill anyone they meet." She paused for a second, her eyes drifting over Thomas's red uniform jacket. “Not that I'm saying you're all that, it's just-"

“-that's what people think of us." A glimmer of understanding crept into his hazel eyes, and he let out a short sight that turned into a chuckle. “Yesterday I thought you jaguars were savages, just barely smart enough to use a bow… but now I think I get the picture." They sat in silence for another few moments before Thomas came up with another question. “Why'd you have sex with me?"

“Oh, ah…" The question caught Kiana off guard, making her a bit hesitant in her answer. “You… can't smell it?"

Thomas sniffed the air, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Smell what?" All he noticed was the faint scent of cured meat, and the tiniest hint of musky odor from Kiana.

The jaguar sighed again, feeling a tad exasperated at having to explain everything to this human. “I'm in heat," she said, “It just started yesterday."

“What do you mean in heat? Like… like a dog?"

“Uh… sure. Like a dog." She hadn't the faintest idea what a dog was, but she guessed from his tone it was at least somewhat similar. Still, it couldn't hurt to explain it a bit further. “Around springtime, females start this cycle, and at some parts, we're much more open to mating. I chose you because you didn't seem hostile and, well… I think you're pretty handsome."

A slight blush crept into Thomas's cheeks, along with a fluttery feeling somewhere in his chest. “You… really?" he murmured, then quickly did his best to shake off the awkwardness. “Well, I think you're beautiful," the private continued, “More beautiful than most girls I've met."

Kiana broke out in a pleasant giggle, standing up and walking over to the bed as she did so. “And there's the other reason," she purred, “Your effortless flattery." Suddenly, the jaguar slid onto the bed herself, and Thomas was about to scoot over when she cuddled up close to his chest. “Well, that and your perfect anatomy." She could practically feel the confusion growing in his mind as the words left her lips, and she decided to answer his impending question before he even said it. “You've got no claws, no barbs, no rough bits on your tongue… it was like the gods made you as the perfect mate."

Thomas knew about the claws and rough tongue, but barbs? The only time he'd heard that was… was when Kiana was comparing his member to a jaguar's. It didn't take long to put two and two together, but he still decided to ask, just in case it was another wildly inaccurate guess. “So male jaguars have barbs on their…"

“Yes, and it is just as bad as you'd imagine. The only time most of us can stand it is when we're in heat, and even then, it leaves you feeling sore for a day or two afterward." One of her paws began gradually drifting down Thomas's body, eventually settling on the growing bulge in his pants and gently squeezing. “You, on the other hand, feel amazing… no poking, no scrapes, no pain… just pleasure." After fondling him for a few seconds, she deftly undid his belt with one paw before slipping it into his trousers. She also began rubbing up against him needily, almost like she was trying to spark something amorous inside him. “It doesn't hurt that you're considerate, too… most males I know wouldn't even think of giving me a reach-around like you did."

The private certainly enjoyed the affection, but it wasn't enough to blunt his curiosity. “Are they really that bad?" he asked, “Surely there's someone out there-"

“Not that I've seen. Every damn year a few randy young males smell the heat on my scent marks, and they just saunter up to me expecting to get laid. Usually, I'm too needy to refuse, even though I know they'll never get me off… but now that you're here, you can take care of that little problem."

Her paw was gently stroking his stiffening cock, the smooth pads feeling divine on his sensitive skin. At first, he thought she meant she wanted him to fight off her suitors, but he quickly realized she just wanted him to screw her silly. Instead of asking anything else, he simply sat up, shrugged off his coat, then undid the few intact buttons on his shirt before tossing it and the jacket aside. Once that was done, he looked over to see Kiana removing her clothes as well, starting from her skirt and making her way up. He half expected her to go straight for his pants, but instead, she cuddled up against him for a moment, tenderly rubbing her head on his bare shoulder. Only once she'd thoroughly rubbed her face on him did she reach down and undo his pants all the way, and after giving him a few seconds to get them properly kicked off, she swung one leg over his hips and laid down on top of him.

Her silky fur felt like an angel's against Thomas's bare skin, and the way she seemed to drink in his warmth was on the border between beautiful and cute. “Mmmmm," the jaguar purred, “You smell good… almost good enough to eat!" She suddenly lunged forward and gently bit down on his neck, applying just enough pressure for him to feel her fangs. She growled playfully as she did so, helping to ease Thomas's surge of fear. Her mock growl quickly turned into a giggle, and she let go of his neck to tenderly headbutt the underside of his chin. “But then again, you're so much more fun as a big pillow."

Thomas could feel himself getting a tad stiff from Kiana grinding against him, but amidst all the arousal, romance, and affection, a shade of doubt clung stubbornly in his mind. “Kiana, are you sure?" he murmured, “About… all this. We barely know each other, we're from entirely different-"

“Shhh." She pressed one padded digit to his lips, cutting him off as she stared into his eyes. “Don't worry about any of this, just relax. There's no law saying you can't enjoy yourself once in a while, and seeing as how you're so far from home, I think you deserve a little homely comfort."

“Ah… well, I don't really have anything like this back at home…"

“Then think of it as an adventure, a fable for the ages. Two forbidden lovers from different sides of a war, sneaking away to rut like animals…" Her paw went down to his groin once again and found him rock hard, perfect for what she had in mind. “Or maybe you'd like to be a conqueror, taking this beautiful creature as a trophy you can mate with. I have some rope if you want to tie me up…"

The idea of having her trussed up and naked interested him, excited him even, but it also made him feel a little bit uncomfortable. Tying her up just didn't feel right, even if she wanted it. “No, no, you don't have to do that," he said after a moment of thought, “I'll take you just as you are." His hands ran down her back all the way to her rump, squeezing her cheeks almost as an invitation; without a word, she sat up, lifted her hips a bit, then sat straight down on his waiting member. She was wet enough that he just slipped right in, causing the two unusual lovers to gasp in unison. Thomas found her insides to be just as tight and warm as before, although there was something else slimy inside, almost like… his own cum. He wasn't sure whether to be disgusted or aroused by it, but as Kiana started pumping up and down on top of him, he began leaning strongly toward the latter.

“Mmmmm," the jaguar purred, “Want me on bottom? We can switch if you want…"

“No, this is… mrrrrrr… just fine." Lying in front of her, Thomas had a gorgeous view of her furry body, especially her ample, squishy chest. He also got to watch her jade eyes light up with pleasure every time she lowered herself down, and her expression seemed to glow as she picked up speed… but it felt like something was missing.

After a moment's thought, he beckoned Kiana closer, and once he had her furry body hugged tight to his chest, he started slowly thrusting into her, doing his best to grind his crotch against her clit with each stroke. She let out a short gasp of satisfaction, then reciprocated the affection by pulling him into a long, lovely kiss. “Ooh, right there," she murmured as she pulled back, “Just a little bit… ahhhh… perfecto…" Her eyes gleamed with blissful satisfaction as she met her human's gaze, and after a few more seconds of gentle thrusting, she began rubbing her face up against him once more.

Thomas felt like he was in heaven, with Kiana's tight, warm, ribbed snatch wrapped around him on one end, and her beautiful body rubbing against him on the other. He wasn't sure whether this slow, careful lovemaking was better than their first romp on the jungle floor, but he did know that it was one of the best experiences he'd had in his whole life. Her whole body seemed to want him, to beg for him even, and the private was happy to oblige; each little thrust deep into her nethers made her squirm with pleasure, and his grinding against her clit was making things even better for both of them. Thomas ran his hands through his lover's soft fur, relishing the silky texture and intimate warmth until he finally reached her plush little rump. There he began to squeeze in rhythm, helping himself along by pulling her hips toward his own. In return, she wrapped her lithe arms around his neck and began kissing him all over, showering him with cozy affection as they started down the road to a climax.

Both of them could feel a growing pressure in their bodies as Thomas continued to thrust and grind, although Kiana seemed to be enjoying things ever so slightly more. The combined friction of his dick on her g-spot and his crotch on her clit felt spectacular, and the feeling of his warm, nearly hairless body under her only added to the pleasure. She did her best to make it fun for him, too, squeezing his member tight inside her while kissing, licking, and nuzzling his face. Even though her tongue felt almost like sandpaper, Thomas still appreciated the affectionate gesture, and he gladly responded with kisses of his own.

“Mmmm… I just might let you finish inside," the jaguar murmured, “On one condition: you clean me up after. Sound fair?"

In the heat of the moment, Thomas had a hard time thinking about what she'd just said, but he quickly realized that not having to pull out was a pretty good prize; it had felt so damn good to cum inside her before, and all he had to do now was wipe her down afterward. “Yeah," he grunted, “Sounds fair to-mmph… me…" Knowing what lay ahead, he picked up the pace a bit, thrusting faster and grinding harder as pressure began to build up in his nethers. Kiana's moaning got a tad more intense in turn, and after a few minutes more of passionate lovemaking, the two of them were right on the brink of orgasm. “You ready?" Thomas half gasped, to which the jaguar replied with a short nod. She was teetering on the edge, so close to the end, until a few more deep, grinding thrusts pushed her into pure bliss.

She let out another ecstatic yowl as she clutched her human tightly, letting him pound into her as she rode out the pleasure. Her snatch began squeezing and pulsing around Thomas's cock, unintentionally milking him to the point of no return. A few seconds later, he thrust her hips down onto his own and stuck himself in all the way to the hilt, letting out spurt after spurt of hot, slimy seed into her thirsty groin. Both of them squirmed in each other's arms, the pure intimacy turning simple satisfaction into a heavenly experience. After a moment, both Thomas and Kiana began to come back to their senses, looking into each other's eyes with glowing contentment. “It might just be my heat talking," the latter purred, “But I'm really starting to consider keeping you here, conejito."

“Heh… that doesn't sound all that bad…" For a brief moment, the two of them just lay there, basking in each other's company until Kiana pulled herself off of Thomas's softening cock. She then raised herself up on her hands and knees before turning all the way around, then backing her rump towards her lover's face. The private wasn't sure what she was doing until he remembered what he'd promised to do, and it took him a moment to realize she wanted him to use his mouth.

“What?" Kiana said over her shoulder, seeming to sense his hesitation. “You've done it before, just get in there and use that pretty little tongue of yours." She backed up a bit more, putting her nethers within licking distance; a single glob of cum dripped onto his chest as he did his best to swallow his mild disgust, and after taking a few seconds to steel himself, he grabbed her by the hips and began his work. “Ahhhh… buen humano…"

As he lapped up his own fluids from her dripping snatch, he gradually got used to the slimy texture and sour taste. It helped that Kiana was pushing back into his face, humming with pleasure at each tentative stroke, and he could definitely tell his cleaning technique was working. After a minute of slurping and swallowing, he suddenly felt the jaguar's padded paws scooping up a bit of slime from his own genitals, followed by the slurping sound of her sucking her fingers clean; she then turned back around, flopped back down onto the bed, snuggled up against Thomas, and let out a sigh of pure contentment. “Gracias, conejito. Cómo infierno viví sin ti…"

The young private draped one arm across her shoulders and planted a small kiss on her cheek. “What's that mean?" he murmured, “Something about loving me?"

“No, I was just wondering how I put up with my heat before…" Kiana shifted her weight a bit, nuzzling affectionately against Thomas yet again. “All I can remember is frustration and disappointment, but with you… Dios, it's like cielo en vida."

“Glad I could help." Cozy silence reigned for a few moments, only to be broken by Thomas's voice. “You know, I've never so much as touched a woman before today, let alone seen one naked…"

“Figured as much, I always heard that humans were pretty prudish. I'm glad you're above all that, though; it'd be an awful shame to let your talent go to waste."

Now that he thought about it, Thomas realized he had skipped over almost an entire textbook worth of protocol and social norms. There'd been no courting, no chaperones, no walks, no engagement, no gifts, no wedding, she'd just pounced on him, made a few joking threats, kissed him with some berries smeared on her lips, then gotten right down to the dirty deed. His parents and pastor would probably see it as vulgar, but right then, snuggled up with his unorthodox lover in a treehouse hut made of branches, he didn't think it was possible to feel more at peace. Maybe there was wisdom in the way Jaguars lived, even if it seemed savage to his modern sensibilities… perhaps he could ask the chief about their culture when he met him. The chief… suddenly he realized that for all her talk of tribes, Kiana lived mostly on her own, and after a moment of thought, he decided to inquire as to why that was. “So do you live alone out here, or is the rest of your tribe close by?"

“I'm mostly alone, although I get a decent amount of visitors. My tribe is mostly concentrated around Roca Rota, about fifteen minutes west of here. They've got a whole net of bridges, a bunch of houses, a few big social flats, and a shrine or two on the ground… I hope you're used to heights if we decide to go there."

Part of him wondered about the 'we' portion of her statement, but right then, he was more concerned with something else. “Why don't you live there?" he asked, “Were you kicked out or something?"

“Eh, a little bit," Kiana replied as she stretched her arms above her head, “I was born under some unfavorable stars, and seeing as how I didn't much care for some of my tribesmen, I took the opportunity to carve out my own bit of land. I've still got friends in the tribe, and I try to keep in touch as much as I can, but being right beside them isn't really worth it." She slowly began cozying up beside Thomas even more, using his bare shoulder as a pillow as she closed her eyes. “Choosing who you sleep around is way too valuable…"

Her breathing gradually grew slower and deeper as her whole body relaxed, slowly falling asleep in the young private's arms. It didn't seem to matter that it was just a little past noon, or that she'd had a knife to his throat a half hour ago, the jaguar was peacefully slumbering after only a minute. Thanks in part to his previous brushes with death and his two lovely rutting sessions with the creature beside him, Thomas quickly found himself dozing off as well; after a few more minutes, he too had slipped into a deep, trusting sleep, and his last conscious thoughts were of taking Kiana back home in a flowing white dress.

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