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Jansen Freed crouched silently in the fig tree, staring down at the forest floor, gripping a fig in his claws, a bite taken out of it. . He looked like a little different from the other anthro bats in the jungle. His thick fur was pitch black, right up until it reached the crown of his head. There, golden fur began to grow into a shoulder length quaff, which he had in a ponytail. His body was painfully slim, though it was well toned without an ounce of fat on him. His wingspan, if he should open his wings, would be nearly twenty feet long. He had a tail, long and thin with a tuft of fur at the end, which hung loosely below him. He was one of the rarest bats in the world. A Golden-Crowned Flying Fox. And like his name suggested, he had the noble, slightly sly features of a fox. His eyes were a deep, soulful brown that seemed to suggest innocence and openness. He wore only a brown loincloth to hide his male and female parts from sight. Of course, this left his pert little A-cup breasts visible.

Yes, Jansen was a hermaphrodite.

He was, however, more of a male than a female in his mind. He preferred to think of himself as a 'he'.

He stifled a yawn, shaking his head as he considered his day. It was really going very slowly, as if the world was intent on making such a dull day last as long as possible. The most that had happened was that he'd seen a feral tiger stalking about near his clearing where his tree-house was built. It had sniffed at the tree base and wandered off, uninterested apparently.

"Oh man, this is just--bah, I'm sick of this dull life!" he whined to himself, taking a big bite of his fig. He munched on it, the thick juices dribbling down his chin as he wondered how to spice up the day.

"Hey there, cutie!" came a rough, low voice.

He squeaked in surprise, dropping his fig and nearly falling off his branch. Luckily, he managed to grip it with the long toes of his feet and his three claws of his hand. He rolled his head, searching for the voice and found it at the base of the tree he hung from. It was an anthro panther. He rolled his head almost a full one hundred and eighty degrees to better see the male---for it was definitely a male of great proportions.

The panther was tall, maybe an inch or so taller than Jansen's own 6'2", and much heavier than the bat. The panther was rippling with muscle, sleek and terribly powerful looking. It had dark obsidian fur with only one white mark at the corner of his left eye. His eyes were a deep chartreuse green, lovely and mysterious. The big male wore a pair of doe-skin pants, dyed in the style he recognized as the Dark Ghost tribe from over the nameless river. Why was he so far from home?

"Hey ! You know you really shouldn't sneak up on people--not that I was scared or anything!" Jansen said in his rapid-fire way. He scrambled back up onto the branch, tail twitching nervously.

"Sorry." the panther laughed softly. "I was just walking by and saw you. Thought I'd stop and have a chat."

"Y-Yeah well, I'm actually--See, I was just leaving and I---"

"Oh, come on. A few minutes won't kill you, will it?" the panther said cajolingly. Jansen nibbled his lower lip and slowly settled onto the branch, ready to take off should the other male attack. "See? That's not so hard." the panther grinned. "I'm Tomack. Nice to meet you."

"Ah, Jansen. Jansen Freed."

Tomack blinked, cocking his head. "That's an unusual name."

Jansen cocked a little smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "Father was a traveler. He went all over the world and came back with that weird name--Yeah, weird name." he chuckled weakly.

Tomack laughed softly. "Well, no offense, but it seems to suit you." the male said, leaning against the tree trunk.

"Well---Yeah, but...." the bat snorted, wrinkling his nose as he smiled. "Yeah, I'm odd. I get it. No offense taken." He laughed softly, gripping the branch in his flexible paw toes. "So, okay, you know I'm an oddball with an odd name, so....what's your story?"

The panther seemed to think about it, cocking his head curiously up at the bat. "Well....I'm sort of an outcast." he said softly, looking down. "...My tribe accused me of hurting someone I cared about...she was going to be my mate. And they had the gall to accuse me of beating her."

Jansen frowned slightly, scooting closer to the tree trunk so he could jump to a lower branch. He was only about ten feet above the panther now. "Did you beat her---I'm not trying to say you did, you know? Just trying to understand."

Tomack shook his head. "I never laid a paw to her. Someone else must have done it and told her to blame me. I would bet any amount of money it was my cousin, Tooluk. He's always loved Kamae--the girl--and was jealous that she was selected for me." he said quietly.

"Man, that sucks big time, I mean, you know..." Jansen stammered, horrified that anyone would go to such lengths to get a girl, and against family at that.

Tomack smiled weakly and straightened, giving a soft sigh. "Its alright. Its been almost three weeks now. I'm over it."

"Hard to get over something so life changing, you know? It's not fair!" Jansen squealed unhappily. He hopped down, spreading his wings to float down to the earth. He landed easily and looked at the panther, thoughtful. He smoothed down his loincloth and shuffled his wings back into a more comfortable position. "You fought against it right? I mean, you didn't just stand there and let 'em get away with it?"

"Of course I fought. I argued and raged, but nothing I said worked." Tomack said, crossing his arms as he stared at the hermaphrodite bat.

Jansen thought about it for a moment. "You staying anywhere? I mean, do you have a new home or camp or whatever?"

Tomack shook his head.

Jansen grinned at that. "Good! You can come stay with me! We'll talk and eat and play games and stuff! Man, I'm always so bored around this lonely old jungle I'd welcome a tiger into my tree house. Speaking of tigers--"

Jansen went on like that as he grabbed the panther's hand and pulled him along. Tomack seemed amused by the bat--who kept tripping over his own leathery wings and over twigs and roots and such. Jansen didn't care, however. He liked the big panther's soft silky fur, and how strong his hand felt around his own, spindly fingers. He chattered the whole walk back to the tree house.

When the stepped into the clearing where his tree grew, the panther stopped, staring around in amazement. Jansen swelled his thin chest proudly, gazing around.

It really was a beautiful place. There was, in the center of the clearing, a huge fig tree growing to unusual height's and thickness. In its boughs rested a large, well-built house made a dark wood, held together by tar and cheap nails. The windows had no glass, but instead, were covered by cured animal skins. The house itself was being slowly overrun by vines that sprouted small, lovely white flowers. Spreading out from the base of the tree was a brilliant rainbow of color in the shape of flowers. Big, small, bright , dark, thousands of different flowers bloomed and flourished, thanks to his earth magic. Jansen was in love with flowers and the earth. He looked at Tomack, grinning widely. "What do you think?"

"Its...amazing...Did...Did you do this?" the panther managed.

"Yes! I don't mean to brag--well, yes I do--but the point is, I'm really good at earth magic and stuff." Jansen explained, grinning brightly, his pointed little ears twitching.

"Really, really good." Tomack said, chuckling a bit. Jansen grinned and took his head, pulling the bigger male through the lovely garden. He reached the base of the tree, released Tomack, and leaped up, claws digging into the soft bark. He scrambled up the tree to the base of the house and pushed on the hidden door, opening it and slipping in. He turned and looked down at the male, grinning.

"Come on, slow poke! Come on, come on!"

Tomack chuckled and crouched, powerful leg muscles bulging as he shoved his body upwards. The male dug his claws into the bark and followed the hermaphrodite into the house. The panther looked around, taking in the sparsely decorated home. There were a few furs and jars decorating the place, along with potted flowers and such. There was a wall separating the main room from the bedroom that had a heavy black fur as a door. It was...nice. Homey.

The bat grinned, tail wagging like an eager dogs as he stood, flitting back and forth as he gathered up food. "Well, I'm still hungry because someone made me drop my meal---not that I'm blaming you---even if it was your fault." the bat chattered, practically bouncing about with energy. The panther took a seat near a low table that didn't even come a foot off the ground, and had pillows in place of chairs. The bat dumped an armload of various fruits onto the table and plopped down on the pillow next to Tomack and grabbed a pomegranate, biting into the messy fruit eagerly.

Tomack wrinkled his nose and picked up an apple, deciding to put up with a fruit only diet while he was here. After all, Jansen was a fruit-itarian. He probably had never eaten so much as a bug, and Tomack didn't want to upset his new friend by chowing down on some random animal. Hell, he suspected (correctly) that the bat had traded for the hides around here, rather than hunted them himself.

They finished their meal in relative silence, which amazed Tomack. Since he'd found the lithe little herm he had been barraged by chatter and stories. Not that he minded. He found it quite endearing. Once the meal was finished, Jansen licked the juices from his fur--some of which had dripped down to his chest fur and breasts. Against his will, Tomack found himself staring as that slender pink tongue darted over the small mounds of breasts, his male hood twitching in response.

He raised his eyes and found Jansen watching him.

Tomack blushed and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Heh. Wow, that's cute. I didn't think a big strong warrior like you could blush--not that that's a bad thing. Its adorable." Jansen grinned, scooting close enough that their thighs brushed. Tomack blinked in surprise and looked down, finding the bats face inches from his own. "What's wrong? God, you seem so shy! Its like you never have someone come on to you."

"W-Well...never had a hermaphrodite come onto me." he admitted, giving a little smile. He reached out and traced his fingers over the bat's powerful arms. He could imagine those arms propelling the bat through the air....or wrapped around him, those leathery wings enveloping them as they locked bodies. "But I'm getting used to it." Tomack murmured, eyes gleaming.

Jansen shivered, flicking his tongue over his lips. He loved the wild look in those chartreuse eyes; it aroused a sense of longing in the bat, and also, a sense of fear. This male could easily kill him and devour him. It added a bit of thrill to the whole experience. The Golden-Crowned bat leaned forward, pressing his soft lips to the other male's, letting out a soft purring sound.

Tomack wrapped his arms around the bat, hugging the herm close as he deepened the kiss, his rough tongue slipping into the maw of the bat. The eager little creature whined, wriggling about as he tried to get close as possible to the panther. Tomack grunted in surprise as the bat suddenly forced his body over the panthers, pushing the big male to his back.

"H-Hey!" Tomack laughed, then gasped as the bat pressed his straining loincloth against his groin. "Jeez...and here I thought you were submissive."

Jansen grinned slyly. "Only when I'm uncertain about what I want." he giggled. "When I know what I want, I go for it. Aggressively."

"I like it." the panther grinned, eyes gleaming. He watched as Jansen wriggled down to his knees between the big cat's legs. His thin, nimble fingers worked at the ties to Tomack's pants and opened them, releasing the thick, black feline cock. Jansen groaned softly as he gazed at the ten inches of throbbing maleness.

"Oh my---I mean, Jeez! You're huge!" the bat squeaked happily, licking his lips.

Tomack found himself blushing and braced himself on his elbows so he could watch. "Well...thanks..."

The flying fox chuckled and leaned down, drawing a slim, pink tongue across that hard flesh, earning a soft breath from the feline's maw.

"God..." Tomack panted. It had been so long for him, he ached to breed, fuck, mate, whatever you wanted to call it.

The bat slowly licked and tasted every inch of that throbbing shaft, savoring the bittersweet deliciousness. He grinned and gently wrapped his lips around the head of the panther's cock, suckling it gently and slowly taking in more and more. Jansen teased his claws through the soft fur on the panther's inner thighs, heading for the hefty, furry balls of his lover. As he forced the last few inches down his throat, his hand found the furry orbs and fondled them lightly. The cat mewled thickly as pleasure coursed through him, urged on by each touch from the apparently very skilled herm. "Jansen! Damnit! If you don't stop I'll cum." he panted, eyes glazed with pleasure.

Jansen pulled away from the saliva slick rod and grinned. "Good. That means I haven't lost my touch." the herm giggled. "Its been years since I've trusted someone enough to let them near me."

He crawled up the panthers body, situating himself above the feline, a sly little grin on his features. The bat untied his loin cloth and tossed it aside, allowing his seven inch cock to be free. He was, admittedly, thinner than the other male, but that wasn't the important 'part' right now. His tail twitched eagerly as he placed his hands on the panther's chest and lowered his hips, rubbing his dripping pussy lips against that throbbing black cock with a moan. "Mm....I can't wait till I get you inside me." he murred softly, eyes gleaming.

Slowly, the bat pressed his body downward, working that thick cock inside his tight pussy. It made him whimper and pant, wincing every so often with a mild spurt of pain that came with stretching. Tomack purred, his strong hands wandering over the bat's body, one hand cupping a small breast, kneading it gently. The other hand wrapped around the bat's cock, stroking it slowly to give pleasure to his lover to overwhelm the pain. Jansen cried out shrilly, sharp little claws digging into Tomack's powerful chest, and forced himself down hard, so that his body eagerly took in the thick feline cock. The panther growled and suddenly flipped the bat, earning a squeak of surprise. Tomack braced his hands on either side of the bat's head, flashing his fangs in a feral grin. Jansen grinned back, wrapping his legs around the bigger male so that his cock rubbed against the big male's furred belly.

"Nn....C-Come on, T-Tomack.." Jansen panted, eyes gleaming hungrily. "Fuck m-me."

"With pleasure.." the panther growled.

The panther began pumping into the smaller fur, earning soft breathy cries and sucking sounds from the herm's eager pussy. He could hardly stand it! The intoxicating smell of both their musk's wafting in the air, the soft panting from either fur, and the sounds of their bodies slapping together was something he could definitely get used to.

He leaned down, hungrily kissing the little herm, thrusting his thick cock harder, faster. This got him soft, muffled whimpers of pain and pleasure, but the bat still didn't protest. The panther's mouth eased down to the soft, small breasts of his lover and his rough tongue played over the perky nipples, caressing them gently. He drew one of those small breasts into his mouth, sucking hard, drawing hoarse cries from his lover. The bat's long arms wrapped around him, and he felt those leathery wings envelop him in a warm embrace, making his fantasy come true. He growled against that soft breast, his pumping becoming erratic as he switched to the other breast, drawing it in and sucking it hard, too. Jansen whimpered and cried out suddenly, arching his back as his cock and pussy throbbed. His sperm shot over his and his lover's stomach, and his pussy juices oozed around the feline's cock. The panther yowled, throwing his head back as he poured his thick seed into the writhing little bat beneath him.

"God! Oh, god!" Jansen whined, panting heavily. "So much....."

Tomack shuddered and went limp, collapsing on top of the smaller bat. "Fuck....that was...amazing..." he panted, nuzzling his face against the herm's neck.

Jansen gave a breathy giggle. "Heh. Yeah...except.." he hesitated, looking away.

"Its okay. Tell me." Tomack murmured.

"You....you kind of hurt me." Jansen said softly, cringing. "I mean, I'm not saying I didn't enjoy most of it--I did, you were great---its just that one little moment --well, maybe two or three moments--you were doing it a little hard and--"

Tomack cut him off with a soft, slow kiss. "I'm sorry." the panther murmured gently. "I got a little over zealous."

Jansen blushed lightly, ducking his head and nuzzling under the panther's chin. "It's okay...I know you didn't mean to."

Tomack smiled and gave a low purr. "Come on. Let's go cuddle somewhere more comfy than this floor." he chuckled, gently pulling out of and away from the bat. The bat shuddered and sat up, wincing a little. The panther felt a little guilty, seeing that he'd hurt the bat enough that standing brought a whimper from his muzzle. Tomack stood and scooped up the bat in a bridal style, making the herm squeak in surprise.

"You're hurting. Let me take care of you." the cat murmured, moving to the black fur that separated the bedroom from the main room. He pushed it aside and stepped in, looking at the huge mound of fur and pillows that was Jansen's bed. "You must like your comfort, huh?" the panther grinned.

Jansen smirked. "Well, yeah! I mean, who doesn't enjoy a thick fluffy bed! I know there are people who tend to like those really firm beds or --Eeep!"

Tomack decided to cut the bat off by jumping into the pile, turning in mid air to land on his back with Jansen atop him. He laughed softly at the indignant expression on the bat's face, but gently hugged the thin herm to him, purring deeply. Jansen grinned and cuddled close, giving a content sigh.

"Hey, Tomack?"

"Yeah?"

Jansen was quiet for a moment before speaking. "How long...Well, I know this seems a little bold and stuff--Okay, a lot bold--but how long do you think, maybe, that you'd like to...stick around?" he stammered, ducking his head.

Tomack smiled gently, and kissed the bat's forehead. "A few weeks, I suppose." he said softly. Jansen looked up, his soft brown eyes thoughtful.

The bat grinned suddenly. "Well, that'll have to do. For now."