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>Anon and Chel

>A little beyond just friends

>You found her on the “Junglr" app and it became much more than a casual hookup

>She's a large, gorgeous Jaguar with a flawless pelt, perfectly designed rosettes, jeweled eyes, and the cutest swishing tail you've ever seen

>Though she has the exterior of a wildcat, she's a total city girl and 100% creature of comfort

>She loves her upside down, nonfat caramel macchiato

>She hates being anywhere without air conditioning

>And she gets a little pouty when leaving trivial things at home

>But you've always felt Chel wishes she could learn to tolerate a more rugged, “natural" lifestyle

>She's always excited to go to museums and see the primal world

>She watches geographical documentaries more than anything else (except maybe cheesy action flicks)

>And you've caught her a few times skulking around like a wild beast

>She comes to you one day with her phone in hand, squealing like a newborn kitten

>"My aunt and uncle are going on a trip for a week," she says excitedly, “and they want me to do some house sitting for them while they're gone!"

>You've only heard stories of the opulent jaguars, most of them involving their giant, almost-mansion-sized home

>It almost seems a little too big of a responsibility for a girl who would rather smell the flowers than water them

>"Anon, would you come house sit with me?" Chel says

>Alone in a fancy house with your girlfriend?

>How can you say no?

>Her aunt and uncle aren't even at the airport yet before Chel drags you over to their place with several nights' worth of clothes and supplies

>"I used to love running around and hiding in the rooms here," she says

>You can see why

>She rattles off the list of the various bedrooms, studies, dens, and even a full greenhouse crammed into it

>She takes you on a tour of the house, and even then you feel like you haven't seen everything

>All the while she acts as though she's going to quiz you on what she shows you

>And bouncing around on her toe pads the whole time

>You're helping yourself to the food from the fridge when Chel approaches you with a cardboard box

>"A-anon," she says nervously. “We've been dating for a little while now, and I was wondering if you would, ah…"

>Her ears fold back as if she's afraid of the answer she already expects

>"…Would do some roleplay with me?"

>She's not kidding around here

>But it's not easy to ever refuse your adorable jaguar, and you decide to give it a shot

>Speaking of shots, your eardrums are almost blown out by her enthusiastic scream

>She opens the box and tosses you a pile of clothes

>It's an embarrassing set of khaki shorts and shirt, topped off with a scratched pith helmet

>"I got them from a friend who does safari tours," Chel says. “Go put them on in the bathroom!"

>Well, you certainly have your pick of them around the house

>The outfit is a little small and you look ridiculous

>But it's what she wants, and at least you're not in public

>Though it's unfair how dorky you're dressed when you return to the kitchen and see HER outfit

>Or more specifically, the lack of an outfit

>She has a petite, tattered loincloth tied around her curves, and a simple band of leader wrapped around her breasts that makes them spill out top and bottom

>She saunters over to you, running a claw down your chest

>"Poor Anon," she says. “Lost in the jungle with no gun, no radio, and no way to get back home. And he's being stalked by a dangerous predator…"

>You're actually pretty shocked by the drastic tonal shift of her voice

>"I promise I'm not going to eat you," she says, “but…"

>She squats into a four-legged stance

>"You're going to want to use the head start I've giving you. One, two…"

>You back away slowly, and then dash out of the kitchen

>Even with the previous tour of the house you quickly get lost

>There are a few rooms with multiple entrances, and you try to keep them in mind for easy getaways

>But you hit a dead end when you reach a large study

>The place is decorated with potted plants, giant wooden masks, and elaborate silken rugs

>It's also one of many rooms to be connected to the house's music system

>It's soon filled with beating tribal drums and the stock sound effect of a wildcat snarl from pretty much every movie ever

>You would normally find it cheesy, but something about the predicament makes it unnerving

>You consider trying to barricade the door, but any heavy noise might give you away

>So you just wait, silently

>Keeping an eye on the closed door

>But not the dumbwaiter

>You spot Chel climbing out of the chute a little too late, her approach suppressed by the din of the jungle audio

>It's not the Chel you know

>What you see is vicious beast, murderous intent in her eyes

>You call out to her, hoping to at least see some kind of smirk or other acknowledgement

>But her mind is gone, and she lets out a savage roar

>And to make matters worse, you never established a safeword

>She lunges at you with claws exposed

>You duck behind the curtains and manage to tangle her up with them just long enough to make your escape

>Down the halls you sprint, retracing your steps through the dual-entry rooms and slamming the doors behind you

>The lock clicks moments before you hear intense scratching

>Several times she cuts you off, even tearing open your shirt as she swipes for you, but often overshoots her pounce and opens a chance to slip by

>It's a miracle your pith helmet stayed on as long as it has, because you have to toss it in an attempt to buy yourself time

>You feel momentary guilt as it sails at her

>You don't actually want to hurt her

>But she just bats it out of the air without slowing down

>Shouting her name has no effect whatsoever

>You don't know if it's your luck or Chel's desire to prolong the hunt that lets you gain some distance, but eventually you wander into the greenhouse

>Thick foliage, dirt paths, and the ambience of fake bird chirps are everywhere

>The last place you want to be in with a hungry predator behind you

>It's her element, and she knows the place far better than you do

>You creep through the rows of flora, checking over your shoulder with every step

>Shit, another dead end

>But there's a long hose with a powerful spray nozzle at the end

>It probably won't repel her, but maybe it'll snap her out of her bloodlust

>You keep the nozzle at the ready, at the full blast setting, scanning the leaves for motion

>And then you spot her, gliding behind the thick brush

>You spray a deluge at her, powerful enough to rip blades off the plants and give you a full view at your target

>It's just a cart with fertilizer on it

>Clever girl

>It's all over as the jaguar tackles you to the dirt, your limbs pinned down by her full weight

>That's not [Cat's] tender face

>Those are not [Cat's] caring eyes

>And that's not [Cat's] graceful voice that speaks to you

>"Remember, Anon," she growls, “when I promised not to eat you?"

>That's right, she did!

>She leans over and whispers into your ear

>"I lied"

>Drool is pooling from her mouth

>She pulls her head back, fangs barred

>And then she strikes

>You close your eyes, hoping she'll make it a quick, merciful kill

>But instead of ripping open your jugular Chel seals her lips over the flesh of your neck

>Her tongue dances sloppily over your skin, and her teeth are never used for more than delicate nibbles

>She switches between vacuum-like sucking and blowing her hot breath over you

>She's so vigorous about it that she even makes a few raspberry noises

>You can't help but laugh

>She then moves down to your exposed chest and licks it with her rough tongue in broad strokes

>"I'm eating you," Chel purrs triumphantly

>She gently tugs at your nipples, and then resumes licking down to your navel

>Eventually she pivots over you and unzips your shorts

>You get a full view of her rump right over your face

>She's not wearing anything under that loincloth

>"And now for the meaty part…"

>Without the threat of imminent death, your leftover adrenaline pumps into your erection

>The jaguar wastes no time fellating you, making it extra sensitive with that coarse tongue of hers

>You squeeze the base of her tail and dive into her jungle flower, lapping at her own arousal

>Your indulgence in her fantasy made her pretty horny, so in the race to induce orgasm you already have a commanding lead

>Chel whines in defeat as she climaxes early, dropping her backside entirely onto your face

>She still manages to coax a load from you, drinking it all in

>She scoots a bit forward to give you some air, and you inhale all the smells of the greenhouse mixed with her own aroma

>"T-thank you, Anon," she pants

>You're both still in your costumes as you refuel back in the kitchen

>"We're going to have to clean up this mess eventually," Chel sighs

>She's talking both about your dirt-covered bodies and all the furniture you knocked over in the scuffle

>You excuse yourself to freshen up a bit in one of the many bathrooms

>"You don't need to get TOO clean," she says. “There are plenty of showers in the jungle…"

>She's obviously not ready to stop roleplaying just yet

>But she lets you at least wash your hands from the grime, sweat, and juices

>When you return back to the kitchen, Chel is gone

>Oh no, not again

>You tense up and guard yourself, but in the stillness you hear distant meowing

>You follow the cries to the den

>Chel had emptied of all the stuff in a large curio cabinet, and was now locked behind the elegant lattice doors

>She has a collar on with a cord dangling from it, her claws grasping at the woodwork

>"Oh no," she feigns, “caged by the cunning hunter Anon. What will become of me?"

>It's going to be a long, interesting week