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Dr Alan Conner tapped one finger on his compass and pursed his lips as the needle twitched violent in response. He glanced to the setting sun, noting the westward action, and back at his compass needle that lurched erratically behind the glass.

“I suppose this is part of why the locals call this the 'Lost Valley'," he mused, “because I am surely lost…" The young human scientist and explorer lifted his pith cap and mopped his brow with a handkerchief, the hum of insects surrounded him as their chorus changed timbre from the diurnal singers to the nocturnal. The oppressive heat of the jungle had begun to recede bringing in a welcome, cooling night but also robbing Alan of his greatest light source. “I should make camp soon… but where," he asked into the wilderness which did not reply.

The would-be famed explorer glanced at the narrow stretch of stone and compacted dirt that wound along the edge of the canyon over the ominous aptly named Lost Valley. The locals dared not come here, terrible beasts lurked in those primordial jungles he was told, and while one could get in, they could not get out. Alan scoffed at this superstition yet despite the warning in the name he had foolishly miscalculated the speed he could ascend the cliffs and had become decidedly lost.

Alan continued his caution walk forward, letting one hand grasp at branches and stones for support as he shuffled along. He had climbed similar rockfaces before and knew they were both reliable and treacherous. One false step and…

Crack.

In an instant that dragged out for an eon, Alan felt the stone beneath his foot give way. The softball sized chunk of limestone breaking free and causing a cascading avalanche of dirt and stone begin where he stood. Alan lunged for a tree branch but felt the smooth bark slip between his palms before he began to plummet down.

Alan pulled his arms and legs close to his body in a bid to protect himself as he felt his back strike a tree trunk, his backpack absorbing some of the blow and blasting the wind from his chest. Rolling he continued to fall bouncing from earth to tree to open air to unforgiving surface, every strike feeling like the world itself was assaulting him. He could not even begin to fathom how long he fell from the haze of blows that rained on him before his head struck a tree, his new pith helmet taking the hit and deforming, but the shock bringing on a sudden rush of irresistible, seemingly endless darkness.

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Lost. Forever lost in a valley. Sun bleached bones and a pale skull the last signs of the lost explorer. Lost in the Lost Valley… and alone… wait… no…

Alan gasped awake his strange, disorienting dream rushing out of his head as his conscious mind reclaimed control. His reawakened mind's first thought was a simple one: pain. The young doctor was suddenly and intensely aware that his head, his chest, and his left leg hurt like hell. Reflexively he reached up to rub his head, he could feel a welt on the top of his head, then he checked his side with a wince, he had a broken rib or four, and finally he looked to his leg.

Oddly it was his leg that fully woke him. Around his left ankle was a crude splint made from two animal bones and rough cords made of sinew. The rudimentary splint spoke to human intervention which made the human aware of more anomalies about his environment: for one he was naked and that he laid on a pile of other rough, poorly tanned animal hides that smelled of beast and body, and that he was in a dark room? No… a cave.

Awkwardly, Alan pushed himself up onto his elbows to take a fuller look around in the dark, his eyes adjusting to the dim light so he could make out the shapes of what seemed simple furnishings. There was a ring of stone with burnt logs in them, a tree trunk laid on the floor perhaps has a bench, and a stone and bone spear leaned against a nook in the wall. Alan pursed his lips in confusion and a growing sense of alarm..

The professor and explorer took a breath and forced himself to remain calm. There were conclusions he could make. One, he mentally ticked off, he was injured from his fall. Two, someone had tended to his wounds. Three, whoever his benefactor is seemed to live a simple life. Four, he was in no immediate danger. Five, he was unbound and presumably not a prisoner. And Six, he had no clue where he was. Alan mulled these thoughts for a moment as he laid back down on the scratchy hides, his side and head throbbing angrily from his movements.

Okay. Alan thought, it is a calculated risk but everything seemed to point to a benevolent force that had found him and tended to his wounds so it should be okay. “Hello?" Alan called into the murky darkness. “Hello? Can anyone hear me?" His words echoed in the cold, dark cave giving the impression that some distant mimic asked him the same question. Alan waited and listened before trying again. “Hello? My name is Alan. Is anyone there?" Silence and then he heard shuffling from the direction his head was facing.

Alan struggled, wincing through the pain, to turn to see the source of the sound just in time to see a sudden flash of light and the shadow of a figure. There was an exit to the cave covered by vines that parted when someone came in about ten feet away. Alan squinted trying to make out who it was but he was clearly still addled for the shadow he saw was massive, easily seven feet tall, broad shouldered and thick limbed yet with a narrow waist that belied femininity and strangely shaped legs bent backwards like an animal yet standing upright.

“What are you?" Alan gasped as the figure crossed the cave in a few strides, their long legs devouring the distance. “What ARE Y…" Alan started his voice growing more strident as the figure closed on him before a great fur covered hand clamped down over his mouth followed by a growl that convened “silence". Alan's eyes were wider than his grandmother's favorite saucers as he realized he could feel pads on the inside of the creature's hand and claws resting on his cheek.

Now that the doctor could see the beast, Alan grew only more alarmed. A titanic, impossible creature stood over him, a great atavistic throw back to a forgotten era; the creature that stood over him, covering his mouth and glowering down at him warningly looked like a madman had started with a sabertoothed tiger and somehow merged it the form of a woman. The creature's face was nearly purely feline with a short, square muzzle from which protruded two enormous downward pointed fangs, triangular ears that turned and twitched at the human's sounds, and two dark eyes that glittered with intelligence that stared down at the injured human.

The sabretooth was bipedal, that he already knew, but now he could see the lines of muscle and power in its female body. Her legs were as thick around as small trees, her arms and neck scarely thinner, her hourglass waist linked to a strong core where even through her animalistic fur Alan could pick out defined abdominals and pectorals. Her chest boasted large, human-like, breasts held in place by a rough leather cross strap and a matching leather sling tucked between her legs.

Her body was covered in bronze toned fur with leopard-like rosettes on her back, arms, neck, and legs. Her belly fur was a honey color that reached from her chin down into the tiny garment covering her intimate parts. Above her round, muscular rear was a small stub tail while on her feline head was an explosion of reddish-brown hair or mane that fell wildly down her neck in wavy, untamed locks.

Alan froze as the sabretooth turned one ear to him and one back towards the way she had entered. Several long seconds passed, Alan breathed around the furry hand over his face smelling the strange scent of large animal and leather. Finally, the creature lifted its paw while it cast the human a warning look from its dark eyes.

“quiet. right." Alan whispered, “sorry. I'm Alan…" he said meekly. The cat looked at him, her whiskered muzzle turned forward, betraying what the doctor thought was a look of curiosity. “Do you… talk?" Alan inquired. The sabretooth grunted in reply before stalking over to the fire pit, squatted down, and poked at the cool ashes. She let out another grunt that sounded annoyed.

“Oh," Alan said, turning to better watch the creature now that it had moved away and seemed uninterested in harming him. The human couldn't help but mentally note the curvature and athleticism of the creature as it squatted down, the beasts exposed rear, round, pert and decorated with black rosettes that caught his eye. “I can help with the fire…"

One ear on the feline's head turned toward him as the she picked up two rocks and roughly clacked them together.

“I have flint and steel," Alan said, “but I suppose you don't know what that means…"

The sabretooth did not respond and continued striking the rocks together making a small spark. The arching mote gave the room just enough light for Alan to see his supplies dumped, with his clothes, unceremoniously nearby in a heap.

Alan shifted his weight and winced. “Ah," he sucked his teeth as he rotated himself to drag himself towards his supplies. His sudden movement drew the attention of the feline whose dark gaze locked on him and a low growl rumbled in her thick chest. “It's okay, I'm just…" Alan winced between squirms, “getting my bag…" Under careful observation he reached out and pulled the pack over and fished out his tinderbox. “Here," he said as he opened it and slid the box to the squatting female great cat.

The sabretooth leaned over, her dark eyes watching the human warily, and sniffed the box making her nostrils flare. “Yes," Alan said in a friendly tone, “use those." He gestured like he was striking the flint and steel together. “In the box." He repeated the gesture.

The feline's brow knit, her eyes watching Alan's motions for a moment longer before picking out the tools with surprising dexterity for paws the size of plates. Cautiously, the feline struck the tools awkwardly together and caused several sparks. Her ear leapt up on her head in apparent surprise before she turned and quickly struck them together a few times more, relighting the dormant fire.

“It always works," Alan said as he watched his benefactor marvel at the flint and steel before she stoked the fire and dropped in more wood from a nearby collection of sticks. She examined the flint and steel once before returning to the box beside the fire and settling down, watching the human her expression intense but curious. Alan smiled to himself. “I have more magic than that, my new friend," he said as he reached into the backpack again and found a strip of jerky.

Before Alan could even fully withdraw the dried meat, the sabretooth's nostrils flared and in three great steps she was beside the human. SNIFF. SNIFF. Her breath ruffled Alan's hair as she closed in, her tongue licking along her lips and fangs. “Woooh there, big girl!" Alan said in alarm as he hurriedly took out the meat and dropped it in front of her.

The feline snatched up the meat and devoured it without hesitation. “See," Alan said, “tit for tat. You helped me," he gestured to his leg, “I help you." The sabretooh replied with a SNIFF as she pressed her head into the backpack bowling over the injured human. “Careful," Alan warned as she pursed the scent looking for more. The bulky creature accidently knocked against Alan causing his injuries to throb angrily drawing out a verbal “Aaaaah".

The creature's attention snapped back to the human, her muzzle sweeping out of the bag and close to the injured man. The look in her eyes surprised Alan, was it concern? “I'm okay, I'm fine," Alan tried to reassure her in soothing tones. “I just got bumped." The sabretooth watched him closely for a moment and when he made no further signs of distress seemed to relax before resuming rummaging through Alan's things.

“What a strange creature…" Alan murmured to no one as the sabretooth found a scrap of jerky trapped in a fold and licked it up. Seemingly uninterested in anything else in the backpack.

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A few days passed.

Alan had found the strength to being a notebook to track his adventure and document his recovery. Miraculously, his ankle was not broken only strained and his ribs, though painful, were only fractured. His hostess was proving to be oddly hospitable though some miscommunications had occurred from her dotting attention. The idea of cooked food had proven novel to Sandy, the name Alan had assigned the sabretooth, and had proven controversial. Boiling water had proven equally perplexing. Sandy has sampled his non-raw meat and soundly rejected it with a hacking gag.

Concerningly though, Alan noted that at times Sandy would become tense and demanded silence with a quick growl. Once even the powerfully built sabretooth took a spear from her corner and guarded the entrance of the cave for nearly an hour, Alan did not know what she feared but if it was dangerous to a creature of her size and power, he did not want to meet it.

In time though Alan, under Sandy's watchful eyes, managed to hobble to the entrance of the cave and pushed aside the vines to peer out and was welcomed with an astonishing sight. The jungle valley Alan had fallen into was one of unspoiled natural beauty: massive trees grew hundreds of feet high, broad ferns and flowers grew below in a tantalizing explosion of greens and spattering of colorful flowers. A waterfall tumbled into a crystalline pool a few hundred yards from the cave and in the pool at its base colorful fish darted and swam. The air smelled of sweetly of soil and buzzed with the sounds of abundant life, and the sun was far less harsh this far down. Alan marveled at this lost Eden as he struggled to write in his notebook a fitting explanation, words leaving him.

Even as his strength returned Sandy watched over the human closely. When she was not out hunting the deer-like creatures or fish of the valley, she stayed nearby as a surprisingly attentive nursemaid. Alan found that while she did not understand his words, she could understand his tone and gestures and in turn, he came to understand her grunts and growls. Together they developed a rudimentary form of communication, something he eagerly noted in his notebooks. He documented everything he could from flora to fauna but with his closest attention on Sandy.

Day 16(?)

Sandy hunted again today. She was able to catch three fish the length of my forearm and some purple berries each the size of a plum. After eating, and watching me cook my fish, she groomed herself in the same manner as a housecat. She is remarkably lithe and dexterous for her size.

I helped remove a twig from her mane, she seemed to appreciate that so I found my comb and brushed out the rest of her mane which proved challenging, however I believe her species must engage in some sort of social grooming for bonding. She made a pleased rumbling as I did so and attempted to lean on me and had to be stopped before she knocked me over.

Social grooming behaviors imply a tribe or family unit. I have seen no other similar sabretooths creatures or even other bipeds. Is Sandy the last of her kind? Or an outcast? Is that why she guards the door sometimes? Or perhaps a rival faction?

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Day 20(?)

Sandy guarded the way out again. I positioned myself behind her to look out but I saw nothing. I have seen no signs of large predators. What could concern her so?

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Time passed quickly and as Alan's wounds healed, Sandy accompanied him on short walks outside the cave as he rebuilt his strength. From their walks in a short radius around the cave, Alan determined that they were deep in the valley and save climbing thousands of feet up, he saw no immediate means out of the valley. Escape at least now impossible, he busied himself with his studies taking special attention to the local plants and animals in addition to his guardian and caretaker. His free time as spent sketching the unique flora and fauna and the breathtaking landscape, a fact that attracted Sandy's attention who would watch him draw for extended periods. In response Alan sketched Sandy herself, much to her seeming delight. Alan soon found Sandy a frequently subject of his sketches as his fascination with her grew and did his questions about her. Primarily, why had she saved him and did she still protect him?

_ Day 31(?)_

Sandy has taken to requesting I groom her mane at night. She will bring me the comb and lie in repose front of me and give me an expectant gaze. I do not reject her request as they are a pleasant exchange but tonight after I combed her mane, I dared to stroke her back and she permitted it. The pelt on her back is somewhat coarse but not abrasive. I could feel her muscles ripple involuntarily under my hand. She made the contented growling sound she makes when she is happy as I did this.

Perhaps it was a mistake for when I stopped, she looked at me pleadingly like my childhood housecat might when attention ended prematurely. I felt obligated then to resume and I rubbed her back until she fell asleep. I feel oddly honored at the trust this shows me as she slept at my feet. Is it possible she save me because was merely lonely?

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More days passed.

Alan shivered as he hurried from the icy cold water at the base of the waterfall back to the cave. If there was one amenity of civilized society he missed, it was a warm towel after a bracing bath. Naked and dripping he hurried back to the fire where his wet clothes had been left to dry. He sat beside the fire and warmed his bare flesh. The doctor and wannabe explorer mentally admitted that the casual nudity his current situation encouraged was strangely liberating. The feel of the cold water drying on his skin and the stir of air was quite pleasant verse the usual jungle warm days and cool nights. He leaned back on his palms relaxing as the heat of the fire penetrated his bones and he let out a satisfied sigh. Alan's relaxation was so deep he did not hear the nearly silent feline footfalls behind him.

The human started when suddenly he felt a raspy, sandpapery sensation between his shoulder blades drag up to the nape of his neck. A yelp escaped his lips as he turned to see Sandy, crouched behind him, her pink tongue protruding between ivory fangs, her dark eyes wide and ear perked up with a perplexed expression. The sabretooth's giant 'blep' forced a laugh from Alan. “Oh Sandy," he said, putting one hand on his chest as he took a breath. The feline turned her head curiously watching him, her tongue still poking out from between her black lips.

Alan smiled at his colossal companion before she leaned in and gently licked his chest, her rasping tongue pulling gently on his chest hair. “Ah!" Alan exclaimed. “Sandy, my dear, I know social grooming is your custom but please, I am less… robust." Sandy's eyes caught Alan's and there seemed to be a dancing fire in them the human hadn't seen in them before.

Sandy pushed her broad muzzle against the human and rubbed her cheek fur against his shoulders and chest. “Oh," Alan laughed as her fur tickled his exposed skin. “I washed off your scent, I see, I see. Very well." The human chuckled at the realization and resigned himself to the cat's attention as Sandy rubbed her cheeks along the human's head, neck, shoulders, and back until her scent was properly omnipresent. The soft cheek fur against his skin, dedicated attention, and the curiously musky scent the sabretooth left behind, aroused something deep in the human and he quickly moved his hands over his crotch to hide his sudden and unexpected response.

Suddenly and unceremoniously, Sandy turned her attention back to the meat she carried, dropping the human's share by the fire while she ravenously devoured hers raw before licking her muzzle and paws clean with her rough, pink tongue. Alan cooked his meal on a hot rock and watched Sandy, as her tongue polishing fangs and claw each a deadly weapon before cleaning the fur along her arms in long, slow licks. She hundreds of pounds of pure predatory power and muscle yet, just moments ago she presented herself with the same attitude as a housecat.

“I wonder if you are more the housecat or the housecat more you," Alan asked her. Sandy glanced up from her grooming, her ears perked over her head as the human addressed her. “What a curious creature you are," he said as Sandy, taking his talking as an invitation, picked up the comb and brought it over to the human. The seven-foot sabretooth placed the comb in his hand and turned to sprawl out before the human with a graceful flex and stretch before giving Alan a pleading rumble and looking up at him with her dark, intelligent eyes.

For some reason tonight, as the fire light threw dancing shadows over Sandy's spotted hide, she seemed different, somehow more radiant like her coat was finer than usual, her lean muscles tauter, or maybe it was her soulful, questing eyes that begged for attention like deep, endless wells that Alan could not help but fall into. Alan picked up the comb and made the first stroke of her wild red mane coaxing the unruly hair into some semblance of order, “and what a beautiful creature you are," he whispered as he stroked her hair to the sound of her soothing feline rumbles.

Alan paid extra attention to the big cat tonight, carefully untangling her wavy mane. Sandy growled deep in her chest and made cute grumbly-purring sounds of enjoyment as the human groomed her but once her mane was free of tangles and debris she wanted more. Sandy rolled her head over one shoulder, her eyes wide and limpid with her ears drooped, as she made a cuffing sound. Alan knew what this meant: “don't stop" or “more".

He chuckled and saw no reason to deprive his companion of what she sought so he set the comb aside and let his fingers lace under her mane and squeeze her broad shoulders, making her shiver and chuff in delight. Alan pressed his fingers as hard as he could into her thick hide knowing that even his strongest attempt was merely a nice massage for the throwback feline. He moved his hands along her shoulders, pressing out any tension he felt before moving onto her upper back.

Sandy rolled fully onto her belly with a grunt as Alan pressed the ball of his palms into her back, tracing the finely define musculature in search of tension. Alan mused that the finest athletes back home could only dream of the definition the feline possessed even in her back muscles which draw sharp lines under her hide. His hands working diligently, Alan listened for chuffs and grunts and growls to guide him to where relief was needed. The leather ties that help Sandy's top on fell away to give the human more ready access to her back and at times the human nearly had to lay across the cat's back to reach the desired spot his still naked body responding excitedly to the sensation and feel of the coarse fur touching him and the warm flesh he rolled and kneed in his hands.

Tonight, there was something special about her spots and Alan found himself tracing Sandy's -red-black rosettes with his fingers and palm as he worked his way down her back. Each rosette slightly different than its neighbors and deliciously unique. Working slowly rosette by rosette Alan found himself at the end of her lower back just above her little stub tail which twitched in enjoyment. Alan has never touched Sandy lower, his own prudishness to blame more than Sandy's objections, but tonight, in the flickering fire light it seemed… right.

Alan hesitated a moment, his hands hovering over Sandy's round glutes, each nearly the size of his head and possessing enough strength that he had seen the feline deadlift a fallen tree. Frozen, he hesitated so long Sandy gave him an impatient snort, her nub tail flicking in reply shaking Alan from his thoughts. He reached out and places his hands on her rump, a shiver of taboo delight traced up his spine as he left his hands slip into her fur and gently squeeze the firm flesh. This far down on Sandy's body Alan noted her fur lost its coarseness in favor of a silky texture that slipped readily between his fingers, he let out a little “ohh" as he ran his hands through the delicate fur and felt her warm, firm flesh beneath. Like before he gently traced the rosettes on the fur of her powerful behind as he massaged her stunning rear.

The young doctor was lost in revelry of the new sensations and might never have stopped so deep was his distraction that he was taken quite aback when Sandy suddenly rolled over, exposing her taut, honey-colored belly to him. Alan raised up his hands in surprise, this was new. She never allowed him to touch her belly before. The human glanced up to see Sandy's soulful eyes looking down her muzzle at the human, her eye lids partially closed as she licked her lips and saber fangs meaningfully. Alan paused a moment as he registered her gaze and its intent. It was smoldering, the gaze of predator before prey but Alan felt no fear. No, Alan realized, his nose filled again with the musky scent of the feline, tonight was different…

Alan stole a glance down at the sabretooth's crotch, now exposed to him as she laid prone on her back. The rough leather thong that concealed Sandy's intimate parts and surrounding fur was saturated with moisture. The honey-colored fur between her thighs glistened in the low light. Alan gasped in realization as his face darted back up to catch Sandy's seeking eyes.

“You're in heat," Alan gasped as the sabretooth locked his gaze and licked her fangs and lips again accompanied with a low, inviting growl. “I…" Alan started as one large paw pulled away what little modesty Sandy's leather thong offered exposed her swollen, needy womanhood for his eyes. Sandy's slit was a cute inviting bit of dark red-brown flesh among honey fur, soaked with her estrus, the smell of her arousal filling Alan's lungs. Whatever vestiges of resistance that Alan possessed failed him, he felt his own body respond with intense arousal and lust at Sandy's offer and need.

This was a raw, bestial matter, bordering on feral; there was no call, need, nor desire for ceremony. Sandy sprawled nude before the human, her nostrils flaring as she took deep, impatient breaths, her powerful tree truck sized legs spread wide in invitation, one paw poised over his pussy, caressing her lips in anticipation, a fresh bead of arousal escaping into her fur. Alan's nostrils burning from the scent of her heat and the lewd display, his own cock hardening between his legs. Blessed to be generously proportioned, the human hurried into position eager to please.

Alan clambered around the sabretooth's legs to settle into the V of muscle and fur they made, the feline's thighs made a vice of muscle that pressed on his sides as he took his place between them, one hand on his erect cock. Alan moved forward slowly, cautiously and rubbed the tip of his erection against her slit feeling the silky sensation of her body, her natural lubricant, and the intense heat coming from her body. Alan pressed forward gently letting Sandy's body welcome him in inch by inch, dragging out his first insertion into a long, agonizing tease. The sabretooth's pussy was unlike any other part of her body: there was no roughness, no coarseness, only smooth, heated silk that beckoned Alan deeper.

He let out a groan of pleasure as Sandy's body clenched around him demandingly. The sensual inner walls of her body seemed to grasp hungrily at his cock as Sandy crossed her legs behind the huma's back to allow her to squeeze him and force him deeper. Sandy let out an urgent growl that Alan took to mean “more". Fully inserted the human leaned forward, placing his hands on each side of the great cat's waist to brace himself before he indulged in his first aggressive thrust to a snarl of approval.

Sandy's legs clenched around the human as he began to set a pace, slow and steady but at the urging her the sabretooth woman quickly building faster. Alan thrush with all his strength and would have considered this mating barbaric with a fellow human but it was obvious that Sandy demanded as much force and energy into his thrusts as possible. The wet slapping of his erection into her pussy mingled with his grunts as they mated.

The sabretooth's growls and enveloping legs demanded more. Harder. Faster. Alan wrapped his arms around Sandy's waist and leaned forward using her own body as a fulcrum to ram his cock as deep into her as he could. There was no grace to his thrusts, whatever knowledge he had of pleasing a woman cast aside to fuck Sandy like an animal. Gripping her waist tightly, feeling her strong abdominals beneath him inspired Alan to pound the sabretooth relentlessly with all his might.

As he fucked her Alan's head fell on Sandy's ample breasts, the soft cushion of fur and flesh in juxtaposition to the hard muscle that overwise surrounded him. Laying over her now in a strange variation of classic missionary, the human slammed himself into Sandy as deep and as hard as he could, feeling his cock sinking all the way to his bouncing, full testicles with each stroke. The heated channel gripping him, the silky sensation of her womanhood caressing him, the vibrations radiating from her chest from Sandy's pleasured growls and snarls adding a new layer to lovemaking.

Sandy placed one paw on the back of the human's head, forcing Alan's face between her full breasts. Her silken belly fur kissing his bare skin, her supple breasts framing his face, every breath taking in the animalistic scent of the feline, and his body shaken by the vibrato of her rumbling. The human's mind nearly exploded in the overwhelmingness of it all. Fur and flesh. Strength and softness. Feralness and passion. Taboo and love. Alan found himself growling in his own lusty frenzy as he buried his face in his mate's bosom and thrust into her like a beast in his own rut; his needs and desires driving him. Alan beat a staccato beat into Sandy, grunting with each lusty thrust, reveling in the feeling of her arousal running down his crotch and legs in addition to the tight, silky gripping his shaft.

Wordlessly they mated; soft human on hard sabretooth. The squelching and slapping of their flesh mingled harmoniously with their grunts, growls, and groans. Yet Alan was merely human and the aggressive pace that was demanded, could not last despite the crushing insistence of Sandy's thighs. Alan breath became ragged and his muscles screamed while his cock and Sandy's burning estrus demanded more. As he slowed to a more measured pace, his thrusts became more manageable and less fierce, his struggle did not go unnoticed.

Sandy's body rumbled a demand and Alan raised his face from the embrace of her bosom, “I am but mortal, my sweet," Alan replied between thrusts. The feline's dark eyes glinted in the low fire light with a spark of understanding as her legs released the human's back. Alan let out a sigh of relief at this mercy that was cut short as Sandy twisted herself around, taking the human with her and pinned him underneath her, all without allowing his cock to escape her heated passage.

Stunned, Alan lay on his back staring up in bewilderment as the sabretooth's great paws came crashing down on each side of his head and her legs grasped his hips like her fanged maw would grab the throat of her prey. Sandy's muzzle lowered over his face, a droplet of drool dripping from one fang onto his cheek as she leaned forward and licked the human's face reassuringly before she sat down onto his erection, swallowing his manhood fully back into her.

Alan gasped in pleasure as Sandy took control, her powerful body built for the hunt also proved more than capable to handle a human male. Sandy's lips curled back in a snarl as she raised and lowered her waist gracefully, using the helpless human as her plaything. Her spotted rear bounced as she rode Alan aggressively, in total control of the pace and force. Alan in turn squirmed beneath her gasping and moaning as she fucked him.

Helpless, and unwilling, to resist Alan surrendered his body to the feline as her hips over intricate patterns of pleasure on him. The human and feline continued to mate for what seemed an eternity. Alan had never known a woman with such control and finesse of her body and the sensation of being dominated by his lover thrilled him in a way he never conceived of. He moaned in pleasure as Sandy's tight body squeezed around him. Sandy's rough tongue teased over the human's chest and face as she mated with her helpless human, seemingly using these moment to keep Alan on the edge of his climax and never over.

These new experiences made his arousal all the fiercer, his cock harder than he had ever known, as his hands greedily roamed Sandy's body. The sabretooths large breasts bounced before the human and he gently caressed and massaged the orbs while Sandy took her pleasure from him. Alan's revelry punctuated by Sandy's periodic especially roughly slams of her body down and squirming on the human's crotch, like she was dragging down her prey only instead of food she was hunting pleasured groans.

Alan could not endure this forever; the building, sensation in his balls grew exponentially. “I'm close," he gasped between hammer blows of Sandy's hips. “Very close."

Sandy's dark eyes met his own as he reached up to stroke her soft cheek. She lowered her muzzle and her rough tongue licked across his face affectionately and understandingly. As though on demand, Alan felt her pussy clench around him, tipping him over the edge that Sandy had meticulously kept him on, and he exploded inside her. Alan let out a cry as he came, his hands grasping her hips as he gave a final violent thrust up. His sack jerked as he let his seed flow deep into the eager sabretooth whose body seized around him in reply. Sandy let out a deep, chesty growl of her own as the human's body jerked and spasmed inside her, her whole body shaking, eyes closed, her jaw falling slack and tongue lolling out in feral bliss as Alan's cock pumped every ounce of seed it could into her heat-mad womb.

“My God," Alan said as he laid back, relishing the few last spasm of his orgasm inside the great cat as Sandy's orgasmic growling quieted to a satisfied rumble. “You have drained me dry," Alan said as he stroked her cheek with the back of one hand, Sandy nuzzled into the gesture in reply. They stayed together for a few moments more until Alan's softening member slipped free and Sandy's thighs, reluctantly, released their captive.

The feline moved beside the human and laid down on her side, stretching her full seven-foot length out, before reaching out and pulling the human into a post-coital embrace. Alan smiled to himself as Sandy pressed his face back into her bosom and licked the top of his head. Alan in turn stroked her side and nuzzled her soft, warm flesh as they cuddled and social groomed each other in a messy puddle of their sweet, cum, and love.

As Alan nestled against the great cat, he was faintly aware that his hips and back already ached from the abuse they had just endured but that hardly seemed to matter. He gently kissed Sandy's breasts and stroked along her side as she licked his head and gripped him possessively. The warmth of her body, the still linger scent of her heat, and the mighty arms holding him left Alan feeling safer and at more at ease than any point her could remember and lulled by exhaustion he slipped into a deep sleep in his mate's arms.

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The morning came quickly and Alan yawned himself awake, his morning stretch ending in a wince and groan as his crotch protested the abuse of last night. Rubbing his ass with one hand he sat up, the combination of his nudity, the fire being out, and no longer being crushed into a warm bosom leaving him chilled and, he ruefully noted, slightly sticky. Alan spilled on his pants again as he stood and glanced about for Sandy before he spied her shadow sitting just outside the cave. Alan paused, what was the protocol for post-coital interactions with a different species who could not talk?

The human scratched his chin, his five o'clock shadow irregular under his fingers from overly eager licking. Gingerly he walked towards the entrance of the cave and saw one feline ear swivel to track his movement. Sandy's head was slightly bowed as the young doctor approached, like she was focused on something in her lap.

As Alan pushed through the vines he was greeted to a bright and beautiful morning. The increasingly familiar birds chipped, the insects buzzed, and the waterfall splashed loudly as the sun wove through the canopy casting joyfully dancing beams of light over the underbrush. Alan moved over and sat beside the sabretooth and glanced at what held her attention. In her massive paws she was weaving a braded leather cord with a few small trinkets made from bird bones and small stones interwoven. Alan watched her lace a few lines of the cord before it occurred to him that she while she wore no decorations before; what little garments she wore were practical and unadorned things, but he noticed around her right wrist was a matching leather armlet.

Alan pursed his lips, wanting to ask a million questions, when Sandy reached over and gently took the human's left arm in her paw and looped the leather braid she was working on around his wrist three times before pulling it tight and tying it in place. The feline pressed her muzzle against the human's cheek and face in an affectionate nuzzle as she growled sweetly in his ear, giving him a small lick to the side of his head. Unsure what the customary response was, Alan gently stroked her cheek with one hand and kissed her nose, a gesture that made the feline cross her eyes watching him. Alan chuckled to himself as both sat back and he compared their matching armlets.

There was little doubt in Alan's mind that this bracelet was meaningful and signified a change to their relationship. Had he any other doubts that something was different, Sandy's frequent glances, caresses, and satisfied rumbles dispelled them. Alan returned the little affectionate gestures and let himself lean into the bulky feline as the relaxed in the morning sun as the human pondered his situation.

Eventually Sandy stood and padded silently back into the cave. She gave the human a little chuff noise that Alan interpreted as “come". Alan stood and followed Sandy back in as she began to gather her meager belonging and wrapped them in a hide bundle. “Are we leaving?" Alan asked as he hurriedly found his clothes and boots, slipping them on before gathering the few other things he had left in his tattered backpack.

Alan tossed the backpack over his shoulders as Sandy stood by the cave exit waiting with her bundle, watching the human. Packed, as much as possible with no notice, Alan walked over beside her as she stepped out into the light. Sandy turned to look deeper into the valley, taking three deep sniffs of the air before turning and starting to walk into the jungle again with the same little chuff Alan. The human shrugged and set off behind the sabretooth, glancing back one last time at the cave before it disappeared into from sight.

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The journey, to wherever, was arduous but Alan felt reassured that Sandy seemed confident in her trailblazing. Had Alan more time he would have loved to stop and document the route but Sandy left little time for such frivolities. The giant feline strode with purpose pausing only rarely for the human to drink and rest or to sniff the air. Alan sniffed as well but could make out nothing distinct over the jungle itself, his sense far below the necessary threshold.

Hours trekked on into hours and Alan's feet grew tired. The day quickly slipped away, Sandy leading and the smaller human following taking the pair through the bewildering landscape of the valley and the marvels therein. Alan beheld hot geysers of steaming water, gurgling pits of tar, crystal formations the size of himself, and more as they wove and hiked through the valley until finally, as the sun began to set behind the mountain peaks Sandy grunted and her short nub of a tail flicked excitedly.

“Are we… wherever?" Alan asked as he hurried to stand beside Sandy as she stood on a small rise, below them spread a clearing and in the far cliff face stood a cluster of cave openings covered with hide flaps, not unlike the vine covered cave they left this morning. Scattered among the cave openings were signs of civilization, of a sort, that excited Alan's scholarly mind. A wood rack with fish drying on it and a frame for tanning hides sat against a tree trunk. Several stone spears rested near one cave and a crude wood bowl near another.

“Is this your home?" Alan asked, knowing the action was for his benefit and no one else's. Sandy glanced down at him wordlessly but her bright eyes glowed with excitement as she reached down and took the humans left hand in her right paw and walked towards the caves, her long eager strides forcing the human to nearly sprint to keep up. “I'll take that as a yes," Alan gasped as he was briskly towed along.

Once they were within fifty feet of the caves, Sandy stopped dead. Alan followed suit, suddenly tense by the change in behavior. The sabretooth woman, clutching his hand, raised both their arms up, the leather bracelets wrapped around their wrists and let out a bellowing, ear shattering roar. Alan gasped, the booming roar echoing off the cave walls, the sound was like nothing he had heard Sandy make in their time together and startled him in its frank reminder of Sandy's raw strength. In reply the caves burst into life.

From the other cave openings hurried more sabretooths: first three, then five, then nine who all looked at the pair, arms raised as though in some sort of triumph, and the other sabretooths roared back a reply. Sandy eagerly marched the pair down among them, dragging the bewildered human with her before, Alan nervous as he thought some hesitated a moment before they has roared in reply, but Sandy pushed him in front of the other sabretooths.

Alan was engulfed in a frenzy of feline muzzles sniffing him, clawed fingers poking him, curious attention paid to his foreign clothes and backpack, and at least one toothy, curious pinch from a sabretooth child that only came up to his elbow. “Hello, hi, OH yes that's a personal spot, hello," Alan reflectively said at the onslaught, unable to keep up. Their actions seemed curious more than hostile and Sandy stood close, her dark eyes watchful. “I guess, excuse you little one, this is a 'meet the family' thing?" Alan quipped as one of the other females slapped him on the rear with a judgmental grunt.

After a few minutes of intense scrutiny Sandy gave a barking snarl and the other sabretooths relented, stepping back much to Alan's relief. His gentle giantess leaned over and nuzzled his face and licked the top of his head. The meet and greet over, Sandy took the human's hand again and lead him to a cave opening, the second the left Alan noted, and pushed back the hide flap to lead the human in.

The light was dim and it took the young explorer's eyes a moment to adjust but where he had expected more bare cave walls and empty floors was explosions of colors and dynamic drawings on the walls. Images of wild animals, sabretooths hunting, celebrating and dance, depictions of trees, plants, and natural vistas surrounded the walls. Tanned hides or garlands made from dried plants, bones, and small reflective stones hung from the ceiling in elaborate, artistic displays. The floors were covered in soft hides save where space was made for a firepit around which were gathered clay bowls and simple tools.

Alan gapped in awe as he looked around him at the unexpected explosions of color and decoration. “Wow," he said under his breath, as Sandy watched him, her expressive eyes seemingly pleased by his response. “It's amazing… did you draw this?" Alan asked, gesturing to the walls. She replied with a rumbling purr. “This changes… everything…" Alan said as he dropped his backpack to dig out his notebook to take notes.

Distracted by his scholarly urges as he furiously took notes of the detailed cave paintings, tools, and decorations it took sometime before Alan looked up again to see what his companion was doing. Sandy stood by the far wall smearing pigments from a bowl onto the wall with one paw. Alan crept over to avoid disturbing her and inched around to see what she had drawn so soon upon returning. In the fading light of the setting sun, he could make out that she had drawn two figures: one a sabretooth in reddish paints and beside it a paler, smaller figure, their simple hands drawn overlapping and their faces gazing at each other.

Alan looked at his bracelet once more before looking up at the female that had saved him, cared for him, and mated with him. Yes, Alan realized, that is why she was alone in that cave. She had been looking for a mate and after their coupling, they were mates. Alan looked at the drawing, and the way Sandy had depicted their embrace and loving gaze. This was a commitment to not to be taken lightly. Alan reached out and took her free paw in his hand, which elicited a curious whirr from Sandy. He looked into her dark eyes and reached up to stroke her soft cheek. Sandy nuzzled into his hand with a happy growl. And it was not one he would take lightly.

Alan gently pulled on her paw and gestured to the pile of hides in one corner that he suspected was Sandy's bed. “Come, my dear. We have mated but now I want to show you how to make love." Alan knew she didn't understand his words but the glitter in her eyes and her excited growl made it clear she understood his intent. Sandy bent down and licked Alan's face before she suddenly scoped the human up in her strong arms, cradling him against her bosom, and carried him to the corner before laying him down.

The other sabretooths of the tribe gathered outside the cave, drawn by the sounds of a mating like they had never heard before. Their passion echoing into the night as the sun dipped below the ridge line and Alan introduced Sandy to a different sort of love. The other pairs of sabretooths who watched between the hide flaps and listened to their noises soon slipped back to their caves, some inspired by what they saw and eager to test it on their own mates.

Only one lingered: a lone female, her scarred arms crossed under her breasts. Her mane pulled back in a loose braid that exposed a notched ear a low growl escaping between her one full fang and her one broken fang as she looked and listened to the second cave from the left…