{"sf1_id":1662170,"sf2_id":"Xnrz6Qjn","title":"Roleplay Gone Wrong","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":1760,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T05:36:36.000Z","tags":["Greentext","Human","Jaguar","Roleplay","Roleplaying","Second Person"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662170-roleplay-gone-wrong","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xnrz6Qjn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c4/e9/c4e95a25-af2c-4075-9ae2-75f10199c3c5","description":"[Greentext] Pampered cats can have wild streaks, too. Anon learns this the hard way by indulging his girlfriend's secret kink.","content":"\\\u003eAnon and Chel  \n\\\u003eA little beyond just friends  \n\\\u003eYou found her on the “Junglr\" app and it became much more than a casual hookup  \n\\\u003eShe's a large, gorgeous Jaguar with a flawless pelt, perfectly designed rosettes, jeweled eyes, and the cutest swishing tail you've ever seen  \n\\\u003eThough she has the exterior of a wildcat, she's a total city girl and 100% creature of comfort  \n\\\u003eShe loves her upside down, nonfat caramel macchiato  \n\\\u003eShe hates being anywhere without air conditioning  \n\\\u003eAnd she gets a little pouty when leaving trivial things at home  \n\\\u003eBut you've always felt Chel wishes she could learn to tolerate a more rugged, “natural\" lifestyle  \n\\\u003eShe's always excited to go to museums and see the primal world  \n\\\u003eShe watches geographical documentaries more than anything else (except maybe cheesy action flicks)  \n\\\u003eAnd you've caught her a few times skulking around like a wild beast  \n\\\u003eShe comes to you one day with her phone in hand, squealing like a newborn kitten  \n\\\u003e\"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!\"  \n\\\u003eYou've only heard stories of the opulent jaguars, most of them involving their giant, almost-mansion-sized home  \n\\\u003eIt almost seems a little too big of a responsibility for a girl who would rather smell the flowers than water them  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, would you come house sit with me?\" Chel says  \n\\\u003eAlone in a fancy house with your girlfriend?  \n\\\u003eHow can you say no?  \n  \n\\\u003eHer 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  \n\\\u003e\"I used to love running around and hiding in the rooms here,\" she says  \n\\\u003eYou can see why  \n\\\u003eShe rattles off the list of the various bedrooms, studies, dens, and even a full greenhouse crammed into it  \n\\\u003eShe takes you on a tour of the house, and even then you feel like you haven't seen everything  \n\\\u003eAll the while she acts as though she's going to quiz you on what she shows you  \n\\\u003eAnd bouncing around on her toe pads the whole time  \n\\\u003eYou're helping yourself to the food from the fridge when Chel approaches you with a cardboard box  \n\\\u003e\"A-anon,\" she says nervously. “We've been dating for a little while now, and I was wondering if you would, ah…\"  \n\\\u003eHer ears fold back as if she's afraid of the answer she already expects  \n\\\u003e\"…Would do some roleplay with me?\"  \n\\\u003eShe's not kidding around here  \n\\\u003eBut it's not easy to ever refuse your adorable jaguar, and you decide to give it a shot  \n\\\u003eSpeaking of shots, your eardrums are almost blown out by her enthusiastic scream  \n\\\u003eShe opens the box and tosses you a pile of clothes  \n\\\u003eIt's an embarrassing set of khaki shorts and shirt, topped off with a scratched pith helmet  \n\\\u003e\"I got them from a friend who does safari tours,\" Chel says. “Go put them on in the bathroom!\"  \n\\\u003eWell, you certainly have your pick of them around the house  \n\\\u003eThe outfit is a little small and you look ridiculous  \n\\\u003eBut it's what she wants, and at least you're not in public  \n\\\u003eThough it's unfair how dorky you're dressed when you return to the kitchen and see HER outfit  \n\\\u003eOr more specifically, the lack of an outfit  \n\\\u003eShe 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  \n\\\u003eShe saunters over to you, running a claw down your chest  \n\\\u003e\"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…\"  \n\\\u003eYou're actually pretty shocked by the drastic tonal shift of her voice  \n\\\u003e\"I promise I'm not going to eat you,\" she says, “but…\"  \n\\\u003eShe squats into a four-legged stance  \n\\\u003e\"You're going to want to use the head start I've giving you. One, two…\"  \n\\\u003eYou back away slowly, and then dash out of the kitchen  \n\\\u003eEven with the previous tour of the house you quickly get lost  \n\\\u003eThere are a few rooms with multiple entrances, and you try to keep them in mind for easy getaways  \n\\\u003eBut you hit a dead end when you reach a large study  \n\\\u003eThe place is decorated with potted plants, giant wooden masks, and elaborate silken rugs  \n\\\u003eIt's also one of many rooms to be connected to the house's music system  \n\\\u003eIt's soon filled with beating tribal drums and the stock sound effect of a wildcat snarl from pretty much every movie ever  \n\\\u003eYou would normally find it cheesy, but something about the predicament makes it unnerving  \n\\\u003eYou consider trying to barricade the door, but any heavy noise might give you away  \n\\\u003eSo you just wait, silently  \n\\\u003eKeeping an eye on the closed door  \n\\\u003eBut not the dumbwaiter  \n\\\u003eYou spot Chel climbing out of the chute a little too late, her approach suppressed by the din of the jungle audio  \n\\\u003eIt's not the Chel you know  \n\\\u003eWhat you see is vicious beast, murderous intent in her eyes  \n\\\u003eYou call out to her, hoping to at least see some kind of smirk or other acknowledgement  \n\\\u003eBut her mind is gone, and she lets out a savage roar  \n\\\u003eAnd to make matters worse, you never established a safeword  \n\\\u003eShe lunges at you with claws exposed  \n\\\u003eYou duck behind the curtains and manage to tangle her up with them just long enough to make your escape  \n\\\u003eDown the halls you sprint, retracing your steps through the dual-entry rooms and slamming the doors behind you  \n\\\u003eThe lock clicks moments before you hear intense scratching  \n\\\u003eSeveral 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  \n\\\u003eIt'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  \n\\\u003eYou feel momentary guilt as it sails at her  \n\\\u003eYou don't actually want to hurt her  \n\\\u003eBut she just bats it out of the air without slowing down  \n\\\u003eShouting her name has no effect whatsoever  \n  \n\\\u003eYou 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  \n\\\u003eThick foliage, dirt paths, and the ambience of fake bird chirps are everywhere  \n\\\u003eThe last place you want to be in with a hungry predator behind you  \n\\\u003eIt's her element, and she knows the place far better than you do  \n\\\u003eYou creep through the rows of flora, checking over your shoulder with every step  \n\\\u003eShit, another dead end  \n\\\u003eBut there's a long hose with a powerful spray nozzle at the end  \n\\\u003eIt probably won't repel her, but maybe it'll snap her out of her bloodlust  \n\\\u003eYou keep the nozzle at the ready, at the full blast setting, scanning the leaves for motion  \n\\\u003eAnd then you spot her, gliding behind the thick brush  \n\\\u003eYou spray a deluge at her, powerful enough to rip blades off the plants and give you a full view at your target  \n\\\u003eIt's just a cart with fertilizer on it  \n\\\u003eClever girl  \n\\\u003eIt's all over as the jaguar tackles you to the dirt, your limbs pinned down by her full weight  \n\\\u003eThat's not [Cat's] tender face  \n\\\u003eThose are not [Cat's] caring eyes  \n\\\u003eAnd that's not [Cat's] graceful voice that speaks to you  \n\\\u003e\"Remember, Anon,\" she growls, “when I promised not to eat you?\"  \n\\\u003eThat's right, she did!  \n\\\u003eShe leans over and whispers into your ear  \n\\\u003e\"I lied\"  \n\\\u003eDrool is pooling from her mouth  \n\\\u003eShe pulls her head back, fangs barred  \n\\\u003eAnd then she strikes  \n\\\u003eYou close your eyes, hoping she'll make it a quick, merciful kill  \n\\\u003eBut instead of ripping open your jugular Chel seals her lips over the flesh of your neck  \n\\\u003eHer tongue dances sloppily over your skin, and her teeth are never used for more than delicate nibbles  \n\\\u003eShe switches between vacuum-like sucking and blowing her hot breath over you  \n\\\u003eShe's so vigorous about it that she even makes a few raspberry noises  \n\\\u003eYou can't help but laugh  \n\\\u003eShe then moves down to your exposed chest and licks it with her rough tongue in broad strokes  \n\\\u003e\"I'm eating you,\" Chel purrs triumphantly  \n\\\u003eShe gently tugs at your nipples, and then resumes licking down to your navel  \n\\\u003eEventually she pivots over you and unzips your shorts  \n\\\u003eYou get a full view of her rump right over your face  \n\\\u003eShe's not wearing anything under that loincloth  \n\\\u003e\"And now for the meaty part…\"  \n\\\u003eWithout the threat of imminent death, your leftover adrenaline pumps into your erection  \n\\\u003eThe jaguar wastes no time fellating you, making it extra sensitive with that coarse tongue of hers  \n\\\u003eYou squeeze the base of her tail and dive into her jungle flower, lapping at her own arousal  \n\\\u003eYour indulgence in her fantasy made her pretty horny, so in the race to induce orgasm you already have a commanding lead   \n\\\u003eChel whines in defeat as she climaxes early, dropping her backside entirely onto your face  \n\\\u003eShe still manages to coax a load from you, drinking it all in  \n\\\u003eShe scoots a bit forward to give you some air, and you inhale all the smells of the greenhouse mixed with her own aroma  \n\\\u003e\"T-thank you, Anon,\" she pants  \n  \n\\\u003eYou're both still in your costumes as you refuel back in the kitchen  \n\\\u003e\"We're going to have to clean up this mess eventually,\" Chel sighs  \n\\\u003eShe's talking both about your dirt-covered bodies and all the furniture you knocked over in the scuffle  \n\\\u003eYou excuse yourself to freshen up a bit in one of the many bathrooms  \n\\\u003e\"You don't need to get TOO clean,\" she says. “There are plenty of showers in the jungle…\"  \n\\\u003eShe's obviously not ready to stop roleplaying just yet  \n\\\u003eBut she lets you at least wash your hands from the grime, sweat, and juices  \n\\\u003eWhen you return back to the kitchen, Chel is gone  \n\\\u003eOh no, not again  \n\\\u003eYou tense up and guard yourself, but in the stillness you hear distant meowing  \n\\\u003eYou follow the cries to the den  \n\\\u003eChel had emptied of all the stuff in a large curio cabinet, and was now locked behind the elegant lattice doors  \n\\\u003eShe has a collar on with a cord dangling from it, her claws grasping at the woodwork  \n\\\u003e\"Oh no,\" she feigns, “caged by the cunning hunter Anon. What will become of me?\"  \n\\\u003eIt's going to be a long, interesting week"}