A quick jaunt to the jungle
"I'm telling you Matt, it will be fun. I had the chance to do this last year and I had an absolute blast. Nothing really quite matches the feeling that you're being helpful."
A young man groaned as he looked out the window of the rackety aircraft, "Sara, I don't care about the plight of some North African Tribe. I just want to enjoy my summer vacation, and right now it looks like I'm going to be spending my entire vacation away from civilization. So you'll have to forgive me if I find the whole idea of it abysmal. Sorry sis, I just don't take the same kind of joy in rescuing the natives," the young man sighed longingly into the cramped window overlooking a dense jungle.
"Matt, it's not even Africa... It's South America," the young girl in the seat next to Matthew groaned in a mixture of irritation and exasperation.
"Whatever, there's still no internet" Matt rolled his eyes, grabbing a pair of earphones and quickly turning on an MP3 player.
Sara simply rolled her eyes in response before grabbing a small book from the overhead compartment. The two were siblings, on a mission trip that their parents had decided would be good for them. They would be traveling to an isolated region of the Amazon rain forest in order to assist with some construction efforts for one of the local tribes. Sara was a driven and athletic older sister, enjoying her sophomore year of college. Matthew on the other hand was the younger more lackadaisical of the pair. He had just graduated from High School and was hoping to get away for the summer before being shipped off to college.
They had been flying in an absolute rust bucket of an aircraft. So old in fact that whenever it rained, the two empty seats at the front of the plane tended to end up with a small puddle on them. It was a loan from their Uncle in light of how difficult it was to get any aircraft into this part of the Amazon.
Sara continued to gaze into the book, hoping to gleam some last minute information on the tribe they would be visiting. The information was sparse at best, but the tribe had requested outside assistance to deal with a recent drought. Beyond that, very little was known about them. As Sara lifted her gaze, she noticed something odd. The once clear sky was quickly blackening, and the already shaky ride was proving increasingly turbulent.
"Matt," she whispered, tapping her sibling on the shoulder, "Matt look outside," the concern in her voice beginning to rise. Her younger sibling quickly glanced out the window, almost immediately removing his ear phones. "Crap," he said with a mixture of surprise and concern, "Where did that even come from?"
"I don't know," Sara said, putting the book back in the overhead storage, "We were supposed to have clear skies all the way from Omaha to San Paulo."
Their quiet contemplation was interrupted by the buzz of the plane's intercom, "Hey kids, this weather is looking really rough. I'm going to try and find us a safe landing spot down there until this passes."
The rough weather continued, and the entire frame of the aircraft shook around them. The two sibling's stomachs lurched as they felt the aircraft making a steep dive. As the decent continued, the sky was illuminated by massive burst of lightning, each burst seeming to get closer and closer to the fragile craft. The teens exchanged frightened glances with each other before nature seemed to find its mark. A bolt of lightning slammed into the left wing of the plane sending it into a spin. As the siblings embraced each other knowing that this very well could be the last time they were breathing the overwhelming force of the spin knocked both unconscious.
The quiet chirping of birds, this was the first thing that Matthew remembered upon waking up. As his eyes slowly opened to a surprisingly bright sky, the young man struggled to his feet. He looked around realizing he was in a small clearing, the rough smell of burning petrol permeated the air. As his senses slowly returned to him, he realized that the clearing was littered with pieces of the aircraft they had been traveling in.
As the images just prior to the crash came rushing back to him, Matthew had only one thought. "SARA!" he cried, he lungs aching as he inhaled the burning fumes. "SARA!? SARA WHERE ARE YOU?" he cried again and again into the dense jungle surrounding him. Even as every bone in his body ached, he began making his way to the clearing's edge. "SARA? UNCLE DEAN? ANYBODY?" his throat ached, stumbling into the thick jungle.
He fumbled around in the thick underbrush for what seemed like hours, hoping to find any sign that he was not the sole survivor of this crash. But with each passing tree he became more and more convinced of two things. Firstly that he was now completely lost, and secondly that he was trapped alone in the heart of the Amazon. It didn't help that every branch and leaf seemed to be crawling with something new and disgusting.
As the sky above darkened, this time from the decent of the sun rather than some oncoming storm, Matthew all but gave up hope. He started to look around for a patch of ground that wasn't crawling in some kind of insect, picking up a large leaf off the forest floor and making it into a makeshift cover. Despite a terrible itching sensation, sheer exhaustion overwhelmed him and soon he had dozed off.
"Matt!" screamed a familiar voice. As he came too, standing before him was Sara, a look of glee on her face. "Sara?" he said, throwing his leafy quilt aside. He practically jumped into her arms hugging her, "I thought you were dead. What happened? Have you seen Uncle Dean? How did you find me?" his questions poured out with fervor. Sara only lowered her head in response, "Matt... Uncle Dean is," she averted her eyes, unable to look her brother in the eye.
Matt could only nod, "Oh..."
His attention was however quickly drawn to her arm, "Your arm!" he said gazing in horror at the bloody bandage that wrapped her left arm from elbow to hand. "Oh... yeah, that," she said softly, "I woke up with it, so I did what anyone in my situation would do and kept the bleeding to a minimum". "Are you ok?" Matthew pined inquisitively. Sara could only manage to shrug, "I don't know, I'm not a doctor".
"So... what now?"
"Well," Sara replied, "I have a rough idea of where we went down, and I think I can get us somewhere safe, though it could take a couple of days". "A couple of days is a lot better than being stuck out here," Matt retorted, a sense of joy returning to him for the first time in the last 48 hours. "By the way, have you got any food? I'm starving!"
Sara could only respond with an apologetic "Nope", before pulling out a small piece of paper from her back pocket. "What's that?" Matt asked hopefully. "Not much. Our travel papers and a few brochures on 'Lovely Condominiums' in Brazil. I was hoping that I could use them to get a fire going," Sara said, searching for some dry wood. "Afraid everything looks pretty soaked by the storm," Matt said, making his own evaluation of the local fauna, "I guess they call them rainforest for a reason". Sara punched her brother lightly "Come on lazy bones, help me find some dry wood in this mess".
The two toiled away for several hours trying to get enough dry wood together to start a fire. "Sis, why are we trying to start a fire anyway?" Matthew said, the thought finally dawning on him. "What do you mean?" Sara asked, assembling a meager pile of dry wood. "Well... we're trying to get out of the Jungle right? Isn't building a fire just going to keep us here longer?"
Sara seemed to ponder the thought for a moment, "I... umm... yeah. I don't know why... I just sort of felt like we needed to start a fire". Matthew looked up with concern at his older sister, "Sara, are you ok?" "Yeah... I just um, I don't know," Sara responded sheepishly. "Maybe you should rest for a bit before we take off and get out of here," Matthew said slowly approaching his sibling. "You were perfectly on board with starting a fire... why all of the sudden," her thoughts dwindled off. Matt thought for a moment, "I don't know either... it's like I don't want to leave?"
He quickly shook his head in frustration, unsure of what was happening to him and his sister. Matthew sat down on the dirt floor to try and clear his head. A strange scent seemed to fill the air, and before long both siblings were struggling to keep their eyes open. As Sara slowly sank down to the dirt floor, joining her brother, she caught out of the corner of her eye something approaching.
Sara awoke to a startling noise. As she began to look around for the source of the loud bang it quickly became apparent that she was in a cage of some kind. Peering through the wooden bars, she realized the source of the noise was young boy, no older than eight years of age, running a stick along the cage bars. The boy had nothing more than a loin cloth and a tattered earing on his left ear. Images and thoughts came rushing back to Sara's mind.
"A tribe? This far out?"
Her thoughts were quickly drawn away as she saw that in an adjacent cage was her younger brother, still unconscious. "Matt?" she whispered, her head feeling as if it were about to rupture. The young boy, at seeing he had awoken Sara, quickly ran out of the hut that the cages seemed to be situated in. Her eyes once again scanned her surroundings, looking for any clues that might point to the identity of this tribe. Between the terrible headache and her barely recovered senses she was able to gleam little information from their surroundings. Sara tried to stand, before realizing the cage gave her barely enough room to crawl in.
"Matt," she whispered, this time with more panic in her voice, "Matt for once in your life you need to wake up early". Her panic rose further as she heard voices outside, though she couldn't make out a word of it. "Matt come on wake up!" she said, this time with even more urgency in her request, "Matt I don't think we're safe in..." Before she could finish her an aged looking man, a large and intimidating looking skull atop his head, entered the hut.
He gestured to something outside, before he was handed a small looking bowl. He approached Sara with the bowl outstretched. Inside Sara could see a clear liquid that looked like fresh water. She eyed the older tribesmen up and down, he simply responded to her gaze with by making a drinking motion with the bowl before handing it to her.
Sara took the bowl, sniffing the contents for any oddities before her overwhelming thirst compelled her to chug the entire contents of the bowl. The days in the rainforest terrible humidity had left her terribly dehydrated and she was happy for any kind of reprieve.
"Sara", she said pointing to herself.
The older tribesmen simply shook his head and chuckled slightly before snatching the bowl from her hand. He then proceeded to say a string of words that Sara couldn't recognize as any language she had studied. After retrieving his bowl, he once again stepped into the doorway making another gesture. Just as with the first time, the empty bowl in his hands was replaced with another. He made his way to Matthew's cage, speaking in a more demanding manner this time.
The ruckus finally stirred Matthew from his slumber, causing him to sit up suddenly only to hit his head upon the roof of the cage. "What the..." Matthew cried out, before looking around to get his bearings. "Sara?" He asked, looking at his sister trapped in her own cage. The man with the bowl quickly tried to pass it along to Matthew's hands. Matthew only needed to take one look at it before guzzling the contents down.
As with Sara, the tribesmen gleefully retrieved his bowl before stepping outside the hut once again, leaving the siblings alone. "Sara, what the hell is going on!?" Matthew pleaded, trying to shake at the wooden bars of the cage. "Matthew, I don't know," she said, a tear rolling down here cheek, "One minute we were in the forest trying to make a fire, and the next thing I know we're both stuck in these cages".
Matthew hammered hopelessly at the wooden frame, "I guess these things are tougher then they look". "Sara, do you know who these people are? What tribe they belong to?" Sara's usually calm demeanor broke down as tears welled up in her eyes, "I don't know what's going on, I just want Uncle Dean, or Mom, or dad". A twinge of guilt made its way across Matthew's face, "Look Sara, I'm sorry". Sara shook her head, "It's not your fault, and I just... this entire trip has been one disaster after another. You were right; we should never have come to this stinking jungle". "Now's not the time for I told you so's," Matthew responded, trying to sound confident, "We can do that once we get out of this hellhole".
Sara couldn't help but chuckle at her brother's boast, "Thanks Matt".
"Hey do you feel really itchy?" Matt asked, scratching lightly at his arm. Sara rolled her eyes, laughing a bit, "Well maybe if you hadn't decided to sleep under the leaf, you wouldn't have this problem, though now that you mention it, my stomach itches a bit". Sara tried to laugh it off, before realizing that her stomach really did itch, and quite a bit. She raised her shirt up only to respond with a sudden gasp.
"Sara?" her brother asked, still scratching at his arm feverishly. Sara looked on with horror and amazement, as from her pale white skin a patch of soft white hair had grown around her navel. She tried to pick at it, only to realize that it was slowly spreading. "Sara!?" Matt's voice was now a mixture of panic and confusion. Sara could only glance over to see that Matt's arm was quickly being covered with its own splotches of hair, thick and golden as opposed to the sibling's rather brunette hair.
Sara watched with horror as the white hair began to spread faster and further, running along her sides and quickly disappearing as it traveled down between her legs. In the corner of her eye she could see as Matt was scrambling to remove his shirt in an attempt to scratch at the now growing patches along his chest. It was in that instant that a thought Sara never in a million years would have crossed her mind, did. She couldn't help but be impressed by her lazy brothers incredible physique.
"Heh, Matt, you been working out?" she asked with a small laugh. "Sara? What? I have patches of hair growing all over my body!" the momentary distraction couldn't keep him from returning to scratching at the ever increasing number of hair follicles that were sprouting across his torso. Her brother's athletic body only managed to keep Sara's attention from her own itching situation for a short amount of time. She quickly returned to trying to scratch as the white patch of fur began to travel up her chest, causing her breast to itch. Embarrassingly she worked to uncouple her bra so that she could scratch at her chest more freely. As she pulled the bra out from under her shirt, she couldn't help but notice that she had gotten Matt's attention.
As soon as Matt realized that he had been made, he quickly averted his eyes returning to feverishly scratching. Despite her best efforts, Sara could no longer hold back, the fabric of her shirt was making it difficult to scratch at her own hair problems. Without a second thought, she pulled her shirt off, revealing her ample chest. She could see that Matt's face was burning red with embarrassment as he tried to pretend that he wasn't looking at his beautiful sister.
That's when the itching started to move in a new direction. "OH god! Do I have crabs? Herpes? Did this forest give me herpes?" Matt screamed out, desperately working to remove his blue jeans before diverting his attention to scratching at his inner thighs. Sara couldn't help but notice her brother's growing hardness in his now freed boxers. Her mind was suddenly filled with thousands of thoughts that she would have rather not shared with a soul. Her attention was once again diverted as her own gender was quickly beginning to burn and itch.
"Not a word of this to anyone," she said firmly before working her own pair of blue jeans off to begin scratching at the ever increasing fur patches that dotted her legs and thighs. Matt simply nodded before shifting uncomfortably in his cage, facing away from his sister. She watched with almost giddy nervousness as her brother slowly began to remove his boxers so that he could scratch at those most sensitive of areas on the male body.
Sara soon followed suit slowly taking her panties off so that she could scratch at where the trail of hair had wondered. She looked down with fascination, realizing that her pubic fur had all but disappeared, instead replaced by the lush and full white "fur". As she gazed at her newly furred mound, she couldn't help but notice that her brother had stopped his scratching.
"Matt?"
His breathing was far shallower, and she could see that his elbow and hands were still moving in a rhythmic motion.
"Matt are you..."
"Sorry Sis... it's just... I've never seen a real... you know?"
Sara sighed, quickly returning to her own mutated form, trying to figure out what was happening to her. "Matt... I think we're turning into some kind of animal". "What was your first sign, this brand new Cheetah skin coat?" he snapped. "Jaguar actually," she said her hand slowly running along the now nearly complete fur coat. "Whatever," Matt responded.
Sara started to notice other changes, not just the flashy new coat of fur. She could feel as her insides squirmed and bones popped. She watched with mixed horror as her fingernails began to pull back into her skin, replaced instead by a set of solid black claws. She felt as her teeth and jaw rearranged themselves, her canines elongating. Her vision, hearing, and sense of smell slowly shifted and intensified. As a sudden pressure began to press against her lower spine, she couldn't help but roll over on to her belly as a fleshy tail erupted from her lower back. She looked over momentarily to see that similar changes were befalling Matthew.
As her bones and body readjusted she could feel her ears shifting, her cheeks now finding themselves a pair of whiskers. The sheer feeling of it all was strange and sickening. Sara tried to call out to Matthew but all that escaped her changed mouth was a strange growl. That's when the strangest smell began to captivate her, Sara sniffed at the air trying to figure out where it was coming from. It was with a moment of horror when she realized where the smell was coming from, it was her.
But it wasn't just her; it was her still burning genitals. 'No,' her mind cried out, as she shifted in the cage trying to glace at her own vagina. Her years of working on a farm told her everything that she needed to know about the situation, she was in heat. A primitive mind was begging at her, demanding that she try and satiate her burning desire. As she choked back what little pride she had left, she slowly drug her mouth closer to her needy entrance. With one simple lick, it was one of the most powerful sensations she had ever felt. It didn't quite quench the desire, but it awakened nerves she didn't even know she had.
Without a second thought, she began to lap at herself, her tongue rolling in her own juices. The taste, the feeling, all of it coming together caused her mind to shout out in ecstasy. It felt so dirty, so wrong, with her brother in the cage right next to her, but she didn't care. She had to make this burning feeling go away, one way or another.
Her personal paradise was cut short though, as the Older tribesmen returned, this time accompanied by two younger men. They appeared to be hauling a larger cage into the room. It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to come together, as the men brought the three cages together, pulling at and removing bars. The three cages were now linked.
Sara looked over, to see that her brother much like herself had been transformed completely. No longer was he the brother she had grown up with, but a massive and muscular male jaguar. Her eyes were drawn to the furred sheath that swung between his hind legs and the orbs attached to it. She could feel herself lick her lips.
'No, this is wrong, what are you doing Sara?' her mind cried out, but it was too late. She stepped swiftly into the center cage, coming nose to nose with the far larger male. The two sniffed at each other, quickly circling to take in the scent of the other's backside. 'Come on Sara, Fight this, he's you're brother!' she cried out, but again the desperate pleading of her mind was met with no response. She felt as the male clumsily brushed her tail aside, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
'Well at least it's Matt...' she thought before quickly correcting herself 'No, what the hell am I saying, I'm about to have sex with my brother!'
Her internal monologue came to a screeching halt as she felt the weight of the Male's tongue run along her slick entrance. 'No, no, not like this, I...' her mind searched for a reason to hate the intense pleasure, 'But... it's wrong'. Another lick along her swollen nether region caused her claws to dig into the ground below reflexively. As her back arched her mind raced 'It feels so good'. Her brother's oral assault continued as she pushed herself back into his muzzle.
With the encouragement, she felt as the male pulled his muzzle away, causing her to look back in surprise. Her questions were quickly answered as she felt his weight upon her back, his claws scratching at the fur along her belly as he pulled himself into position. She felt as he bit into the ruff of her neck causing her to arch her back even further.
'Yes Matt, I want it to be you. I...' she felt as a slimy object slid along her belly, knowing full well that it was her brothers erect member. He tried several times thrusting to no avail before she shifted her weight a bit. With one more thrust, her brother hit his mark, spearing himself inside of her. 'Oh God Yes, it feels so good!' her mind exclaimed as the massive male atop her back hilted itself, before pulling back just as suddenly.
Sara knew a bit about feline anatomy, but she always thought that those spines the males had would hurt. Instead it was a feeling of pure bliss. She slowly worked with her younger brother, pushing her weight against his thrust. Each time her inhibitions about the matter slipped further and further away. Her mind was clouded by the ecstasy of it all as his furry balls slapped against her rump. The sounds, the smell, the feeling it was all so overpowering. Sara's began to pant as all the cares in the world seemed to disappear.
Just as quickly as it had begun, it ended. Her brother bit into her neck with an increased ferocity as she felt his member begin to coat her insides with his virile seed. The warmth as she felt her womb being assaulted by her brother's own semen was beyond description. She didn't know why, but any desire to leave this forest had drained away. This was true happiness.
The male dismounted her before padding alongside. With a knowing glance the two quickly began to brush against each other before passing out in exhaustion, lying down next to each other.