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The jungle felt like the inside of a sauna set far too high with far too much steam. That was always her first impression of South America, or at least the regions that encompassed the ancient empires of the Aztec, Mayan, and Inca. She had been hacking her way through the thick foliage for three days now, hiking her tent and supplies with her all the way, but at last, she felt that she was getting close to her final destination. The few sporadic marker stones had confirmed her suspicions when she had uncovered the first small shrine a mile back through the brush, hidden beneath centuries of growth and thick vines.

Tochtli, the rabbit goddess of fertility, and her temple that had been so well hidden it was almost impossible to find any record of it save for the few scant volumes and scripts she had studied in depth before setting out. Laurana had been working in Archaeology since her father had first taken her to their local museum and shown her the ancient artefacts on display there, civilizations long gone and forgotten brought back to life in the displays. She had gone home and all but dug up their entire back yard with a spade that night looking for ancient treasures like those that had captured her imagination so thoroughly.

Suffice to say, her parents hadn't been so impressed at that as they had been when she had conducted her first expedition to the pyramids at Giza and the dig sites there, helping to unearth a previously undiscovered obelisk with the help of a small local team. She had made a small name for herself there among the archaeologist community, and had since helped to unearth lost relics from Scottish feudal villages to the statues of Easter island, and everything in between, choosing not to limit herself to a single field of expertise. Instead, she was the jack of all trades, journeyman of all, but master of none, and honestly, she liked it that way. There was too much to see to narrow your vision to one ancient culture, and all had such rich history to discover and bring to the light of day for everyone to learn.

With all the grace of the jungle cat that was her heritage, she nimbly leapt across a small stream the broke the path ahead, before turning, and taking the opportunity to fill her canteen from the running water. Laurana's whole family had always been Jaguars as far back as she could trace reliably, and she was no exception. Lean and quick, with golden eyes that seemed to study everything around her, she was in the best shape of her life for this trip. She had a sleek, athletic figure, despite standing just 5'5", she could fill a room with the way she spoke in singsong tones. And if that didn't capture the rooms attention, her figure certainly would have.

She was barely 26, with rounded hips and perky, C-cup breasts that threatened to break out of her tight fitting button up. Her fur coat was immaculately clean, a very feline habit, bright, lustrous gold with the black spots so accustomed to her species forming patterns that matched those of her lineage. The denim shorts she wore barely dropped to her knees, and her long, smooth tail swung back and forth behind her with her excitement. She knew it would only be maybe another hour at most before she came to the temple. It was long hidden beneath the jungle canopy, and likely under an army of vines and bushes, but it was here. The crude cobble paving of the road under her feet told her that much. It too, had been hidden, but she had hacked away at the growth until she had found her path.

And now it had led her here... Just what she was expecting to find, she was not sure, but if the records were correct, even the Spanish had not managed to make it here in their initial exploration of the region, and that meant by all accounts, it might well still be as of yet, untouched. All sorts of significant discoveries could just be there, waiting to be found, and she would be the one to find them! If this didn't get her name out there, nothing would, and she was determined to make her big break sooner rather than later.

Rising back to her feet, she rolled her shoulders, adjusting her backpack before setting off again, continuing through the thick wall of greenery that blocked her path, her machete glinting in the light with each swing she took. Little did she know she was being watched every step of the way, hidden in the shadows of the canopy above...

In truth, it was all in all only about forty minutes before Laurana managed to finally cut her way into a clearing, and what she discovered took her breath away. The massive, grey stone pyramids rose above in front of her, hidden beneath the broad leaves of jungle trees that had grown their way up between the cracks and joins of the solid stone blocks that rose upwards. Vines covered almost everything, but even they left a great deal uncovered. Ancient carvings, the likes of which she had never seen before adorned the magnificent constructions, the symbol of the rabbit goddess more prominent that most others of all, let her know that this was it. The lost temple of Tochtli.

With a first, cautious step forwards, she ventured onto the sacred grounds, moving past the smaller structures and ruins of housing on the edges of the grounds and towards the massive temple at the center, from which everything else radiated from. She could barely contain her excitement, her tail twitching back and forth almost too fast to follow as she span on the spot, drinking it all in. This was it! She had found it! She had found it, and she was the first to ever see it! With a quick motion, she tugged her camera out from her pocket, and began snapping off pictures and recordings as fast as she could take them, moving in and out of the outlying structures and documenting everything she could, examining pottery, walls, art and the very layout of the temple itself as she went.

When a small error symbol appeared on the screen of her camera, she quickly swapped out the memory card for a fresh one, and continued with the rapt fascination of a child in a candy store, giggling all the while. Oh, what her parents would think if they could see her right now; How proud they would have been of their little girl. She had come such a long way from that child digging in the yard to the woman she was now. All but panting for breath, she calmed herself, shaking her entire body out. She still had a job to do here, and the bills wouldn't pay themselves on her excitement alone.

With reverent care, she pocketed and stored away a few of the more intact examples of relics and artifacts she could find, padding them between her clothes and sleeping mat to keep them safe. She would have to leave her pack outside before she ventured into the temple; It was far too cumbersome to fit through the small corridors and spaces, especially if they would be full of the same growth that coated the outside, and who knows how much else damage from the ages that it had stood. She left it against the broad stairs that ran to the ritual shine at the peak of the pyramid, resting against the exquisite stonework. From it though, she took a fistfull of chemlights and her flashlight, as well as her headlamp and a thick chalk stick to mark her way as she went, lest she lose herself in the darkened corridors.

She climbed the steps almost halfway up the hundred foot high pyramid before she found an entrance some way across the structure, a narrow, darkened doorway that might incite a sense of dread and fear in a lesser person, but all she felt was exhilaration at her discovery, and without hesitation, she plunged inwards, lighting the way with her flashlight as she went, the bright beam slashing the dark away with its high lumen output.

The air was damp and stagnant inside, the stench of decomposed plant matter mixing with the cold, flat smell of wet stone to give it that authentic, musky ruin scent she loved so much. Her golden eyes narrowed to slits as she scanned every wall she passed, leaving the bright pink chalk against each corner and tracing around them so as not to mistakenly take a wrong turn. She had heard of all the archaeologists who had gone missing in temples like this, falling prey to ancient traps, pitfalls, and even wildlife that had set up residence within the ruins at times. She was determined not to become one of those, and kept her grip tight on her machete in her opposite paw to the flashlight.

She played the beam around every open room she found, tracing vines and rubble from ceilings over long disused tables, chairs and aches, stopping long enough to record each new finding on her camera. The bright flash from the attached flasher blinded her each time it went off, but her sight returned quickly enough. Her heart thudded at an almost racehorse like pace in her chest, her mind still frantically trying to take down and memorize all the wondrous sights and sounds and smells of the fertility temple. Her records of this would be the first such ever published; She wanted them to be as thorough and detailed as they possibly could be. Leaving a fresh line upon the wall, she continued onwards, cutting away at the vines impeding her path as she continued towards the heart of the temple.

She knew she had found it when she shoved her way into a broad, open room unlike the others that had come before it. The sheer scale alone made her seem insignificant in comparison, massive pillars and statues of gods and goddesses carved onto every wall, along with other depictions of the rituals and rites carried out within the very space she occupied. Rites of marriages, of pregnancy and childbirth, as well as other, more lewd and carnal depictions of scenes that made her blush red under her cheek fur. She brushed her hand over the wall, following the lines of one such set of carvings with her bluntened claw tips.

It depicted a man and a woman, crude as the drawings were, fornicating against the alter with the rabbit standing beside them, before showing both kneeling in deference to the goddess, and the final scene... She blushed, stifling a quiet giggle. It showed the woman bent over the altar, the likeness of a man wearing a jaguar pelt 'claiming' the woman as offering to the goddess. Oh, what sort of things must have taken place in here... She cracked a few of the chemlights from her pocket, tossing them to the corners of the chamber to illuminate the ruin with a ghostly green glow. There were a few tables and benches scattered here and there, many untouched by the growth that sporadically crisscrossed the room's floor.

At the very front of the room however, something glinted, metal, and shiny, and in a hue all too alluring to the feline. The golden idle stood atop a plinth, surrounded by jade and small offerings on its pedestal, a rabbit in the same shape as the carving of the goddess on the wall. It stood a little under a foot high, and it would be solid, she had no doubt about that, but... Cautiously, she stepped towards it, setting her flashlight on one of the benches to cover as much of the room as possible. She studied it for a few moments when she drew closer, looking for signs of any traps or hidden surprises around the statue, and finding none, she took her first cautious step onto the slightly raised dias.

Raising her camera, she began to take a video, the bright flash glaringly bright, but the footage would be incredible to review! She felt like Indiana Jane or something right now! Her peer's would never believe her luck! With one paw, she gently poked the chest of the statue, but heavy as it was, it remained still on the small platform. Definitely gold. She would be rich when she got back! Carefully lifting the idol, she hefted it up, before tucking it against her chest, staggering back a step as the weight caught her off guard. It must have been a good five pounds at least, if not more, and she struggled to find a good grip on it's awkward shape, fumbling her camera at the same time. She dropped the camera in lieu of the priceless artefact, and the flash went off, momentarily blinding her again.

And it was perhaps was that moment of blinding light that also saved her life. From the shadows leapt a sleek creature, caught headlong and snarling loudly as the flash too blinded it, the Jaguar's pounce missing her by a hairsbreadth as she stumbled, dropping the statue with a loud clattering of metal in her sudden panic. It was deafeningly loud against the hollow silence of the chamber, but the feral Jaguar now in there with her ended that quickly enough, growling a deep, wet leopard growl as he circled his cornered prey.

Laurana rallied herself, readying the machete in front of her with a flourished twirl of the broad cutting edge. She had taken the time to practice with it just in case she ever needed it for this reason, but even that didn't give her any confidence against the wild cat before her. He must have been a good few hundred pounds of pure muscle and killing prowess, a seasoned hunter of the jungle standing off against a panicked and isolated archaeologist. Her odds of making it out of this one were not good. Flicking her eyes to the side, she searched frantically for the exit, and found it, but felt her heart sink as she did. The seemingly empty archway she had entered through was now sealed shut, a solid stone wall having slid into place soundlessly as soon as she had lifted the idol from its perch. There was no way she could have known that would happen! And how then had the jaguar gotten in without her noticing?! Had the idol somehow released it as well?

She had no time to ponder the questions that raced through her mind however, as the Jaguar made another powerful leap towards her, the Jaguaress barely managing to narrowly sidestep his attack and spin in time to catch one massive paw swipe against the flat of her blade. The machete was knocked clean out of her hand, clattering to the floor from the force of the impact, and again the Jaguar came at her with his sharpened claws slicing through the air. This time, she screamed, dropping flat to the floor, and scrambling away on her paws and knees towards her fallen blade.

Unseen to her, the idol's eyes glinted green in the light of the glowsticks, imbued with some power beyond understanding and explanation, and the feral Jaguar's eyes glinted green in understanding. This one would pay for her violation of this holy place. It was his duty as the guardian to ensure none left unpunished for their trespass, and her attempted theft of the goddess's likeness.

She reached the blade just in time, bringing it around to slash at the Jaguar's face as he lunged, forcing him back as she clambered to her feet, her back against the wall, blade held out before her. "HA! BACK!" She yelled, trying to appear as large as she could, hoping that perhaps if she made it not worth his time, the creature would leave in search of easier prey. She was intent not to become a meal to some big cat in the middle of the jungle.

"Back! YA!" She shouted again, taking a step forward and slashing at the beast again, forcing him away another step. He snarled and hissed at her in return, making a swipe at her feet that she nimbly stepped out of reach of. And then she tripped. She wasn't sure if it had been the edge of the dais or a simple piece of rubble at her feet, but whatever it had been, it had the same effect regardless. She let out an undignified squeal of surprise as she tumbled backwards, landing hard on her tail with a thump, throwing the machete as she fell out of reflex. It was all the opening the male needed, and he lunged towards her, the last thing she saw being the flash of white teeth coming at her face. She screamed in absolute, all consuming terror of one who knows their end is at hand, and there's nothing to be done about it. She fainted a moment before the Jaguar's crashing weight bared down on her.

When Laurana finally came too, she was... not in the situation she had been in before. The first thing she felt was how sore her neck was, as if someone had tried to choke her out, but the pinpricks of teeth bites that stung in the cool air of the chamber told her she had been dragged by the Jaguar... It was only at that realization that she came to a few other conclusions in rapid succession. She had been dragged to one of the stone tables, and the cold granite was rubbing roughly against her exposed nipples where her shirt had been torn free of her chest.

The second thing she quickly realized, was that her paws had somehow been pulled out in front of her, stretched across the bench to a pair of stone manacles that were closed tight around her wrists. When she pulled at them, they didn't even budge a little, carved from the same solid lump of stone that had made up the table under her. Her chemlights had began to fade, but still held enough glow to illuminate her immediate surroundings. How long had she been out for?! Across the chamber, her machete lay in the dim light from her flashlight; The batteries must have been on for several hours to drain that much. Perhaps if she could just find a way out of her situation and reach it, she could replace the idol, and make good her escape, assuming that was what opened the door again...

A deep, bass growl behind her canceled her thoughts of that idea, and struck up her panic anew within her chest. She tried to crane her head around enough to catch a glimpse of the Jaguar she knew was there, but why she hadn't been eaten yet was the least of her concerns. With a slow and lazy stride, he stood, for the cat was undoubtedly male, and rose from his curled up position in the corner, padding across to her on broad paws as large as her face. He seemed to regard her with the cold gaze of a predator ignoring a lesser beast that was more an inconvenience than worth being prey, but his slitted pupils and golden irises seemed to study her nonetheless.

He circled the table she was bound to several times, stopping each time behind her to sniff at her legs that dangled from the edge of the bench along with her tail, and each time he stopped and probed at her with his cold, wet nose, she kicked out, making him scatter out of the way to circle her again. Just as she was beginning to get fed up with the Jaguar's antics, he swiped at her as she kicked out, his claws raking from her hip and down her thigh, tearing through the thin denim and leaving a quartet of thin gashes in her leg. She grit her teeth and growled out as the stinging pain caught her off guard, kicking out at the male again as the cuts welled with red. She had a terrible suspicion of just what this table was, and what it's entire purpose was, and could only hope she was wrong.

With the fabric torn asunder however, her shorts fell apart, sliding down around her ankle and hanging uselessly by the one leg that was still intact, exposing her intimate regions to the crisp, cold air. She rarely wore panties when she was expeditioning. It was simply another layer of fabric to trap in the heat and sweat that invariably accumulated from the typically hot climates she frequented. More an inconvenience than any particular benefit, but now she was cursing herself inwardly for that decision, kicking out in fury at the Jaguar circling her. "Get out of here! Go!" She shouted in frustration and fury, her boot managing to catch a glancing blow across the creature's cheek.

He snarled and retreated momentarily, before lunging inwards and snatching her tail between his teeth, pulling and growling loudly. The threat was clear; Keep it up, and lose it. She let out a quiet whimper, before letting her feet rest down against the floor again, and immediately the Jaguar released her, resuming his circling. This time however, when he returned to her rear, his nose all too rudely shoved up under her tail, the cold tip mashing against her exposed sex and drawing a startled chirp from her in surprise. Her tail flicked down, tucking between her legs as she tried to push the male backwards, but he was having none of it, instantly letting out another deep set growl that vibrated against her flesh in a way that disturbed and excited her all at once.

When he nipped at her skin, she pulled her tail away defeatedly, flicking it away to the side. It was a decision she'd come to regret. Seeing his opening, the Jaguar pushed his forelegs up onto the table, shuffling in with his hind legs as he brought their hips together, and Laurana's worst fears were realized. This bench was exactly what she thought it was. It was a breeding stand for rituals of fertility... But how then, had the Jaguar known to drag her here, or to put her wrists in the mana-

She never got to finish the thought as the Jaguar's probing hips bumped forwards, the fur of his plump sheath shoving against the exposed slit of her womanhood, making her let out a cry, trying to writhe and thrash her way out from under the heavy set feline. She tried flattening herself against the cold stone beneath her torso, managing to disrupt his aim somewhat, and something wet and sticky smeared along the edge of her tail at the Jaguar's rolling hips became misaligned with his intended target.

She felt overly warm with the thick pelt of the cat above her pressing down heavily along her spine, and her let out a frustrated rumble as he tried to adjust his hips again to seek out her exposed nethers. She whipped her head around, trying to bite at one of the Jaguar's forepaws in a frantic effort to dislodge him, and succeeded, her teeth managing to graze one of his thick toes of his left forepaw, and startled at the attack, he instinctively sprung off of her, circling again with a determined, hostile glare all the way around. She spat at him as he crossed her front, just to defy him. Someone must have put her here, there was no other explanation. Maybe if they came back soon, she had a chance.

But her hope faded quickly as he returned to her upturned rear, mounting her again and this time, his teeth came down hard around the scruff of her neck. Centuries of feline instinct kicked in and she felt herself go limp as endorphins coursed through her system, relaxing her entire body as the Jaguar thrust his hips again. This time, he found his mark, something pointy and oozing wetness dragging barbs along her overly sensitive vulva, and despite herself, her felt a rush of perverse pleasure at the contact. No! NO! This couldn't be happening! Fight it! Laurana urged her endorphin addled body into action, but the Jaguar tightened her grip of her neck between his teeth, and with a forceful thrust of his hips, he claimed her just as he had claimed all the others in years past.

She screamed as the short, barbed length slid into her, parting her puffy netherlips like a cheap whore as the feral beast mated her, smearing precum all along the inside of her passage. When he pulled back, the barbs flared and caught against her insides, making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the sensation as uncomfortable as it was pleasurable. The Jaguar was breeding her, and she was helpless to stop it. She squirmed as much as she could anyway, trying to make it difficult for hm, maybe even force him to slip out of her, but she accomplished neither of these goals. The Jaguar had a single thought, a single purpose on his mind. Mate. And that was exactly what he did.

His hips rocked back and forth at a steady pace, each time his barbs flaring wide as he withdrew to stimulate and force his mate beneath him to cry out. They served an even higher purpose though, one that had made him well suited for this temple. They stimulated ovulation in felines, making her womb ripe and fertile for the taking, as he had bred other devotee's so long ago... And it had been such a long time since he had been summoned to perform his duty, to force the unworthy of the temple's visitors to bear offspring as the goddess pleased. He would fulfill hs sacred duty once again with this unwitting female.

Laurana shrieked as the Jaguar's barbed raked at her sensitive and sodden passageway, his tip questing for her cervix deep inside each time he hilted within her trapped and tormented body. She didn't want this! This wasn't how it was supposed to go! And yet she cried out with each rapid thrust he gave her, feeling the feral beast's slick preseed coating her birth canal with his natural lubricant more and more each thrust. Her tail thrashed about, trapped uselessly like the rest of her body beneath his weight, and she clenched her fists, bruising them against the stone manacles in her attempts to escape. Her nerves felt raw as they were, being ground at mercilessly and dragged over by his barbs.

She could feel his tempo increasing quickly, going from a frenzied breeding to that last desperate marathon to the finish, and she knew her time was short. Everyone had read or heard the stories of anthro's who had lost themselves in lust or debauchery and bred their feral counterparts, and more specifically, everyone knew of the offspring that resulted from such unions, when an anthro female bore a little of feral cubs. She didn't want to have that on her! That would ruin everything she had worked so hard for! She would NOT be bred by this dumb beast on her back!

But fate, as it was, had already decided that for her. The Jaguar growled out as he claimed the estrus swollen female under him, his cock teasing her body into priming itself for his litter. It was the way of nature, and who was she to try and deny one as mighty as he in his jungle? He snaled, his cock pluging deeper and deeper into her tight, slickened tunnel as his balls clenched up against the base of his sheath, priming the load that would seal her fate, and serve as punishment for her trespass here on his lands, and the temple of the goddess he served.

Laurana shouted she she felt the Jaguar tense above her, releasing his hold on her neck to snarl and growl out his victory over her. "NO!" she cried, but there was nothing she could do to stop him, his tapered feline cock pressed against the very opening of her cervix. Nothing lay between his virile seed and her unclaimed womb. No condom, no birth control, and no hope of a store close enough for a morning after pill, just her fertile and ripe eggs his barbs had forced from her ovaries. The heat dilated muscle and her body, if not her mind, welcomed the first powerful wash of his essence into her womb, the creamy, sperm laced fluid pouring into her in waves that quickly pooled within her core, millions and millions of predatory sperm hunting for the ova they would claim and grow.

She hung her head as the beast used her, filled her, claimed her and roared out to let the world know, as surely the media would when she returned with a swollen belly of unexplained feral Jaguar cubs. Every hot jet of cum that he shot into her and painted her womb with reminded her of that fact... She panted, exhausted as the beast finished filling her body, pulling himself from her with a dribble of creamy white cum, before he retreated to the shadows and vanished, his duty done.

She lay there for several minutes, just waiting, expecting some cruel master to appear to taunt her, or for the Jaguar to return and finish her off, but nothing came. With some difficulty and a painful yank, she finally managed to pull her paws free of the tight stone manacles, rubbing her wrists sorely. Perhaps this was the price she was to pay for coming here alone... Behind her, she noticed, the stone door had retraced back into whatever hidden crevice it had come from.

Slowly, groggily, and with her nethers leaking a steady dribble of cum across the floor to mark her path, she retrieved the idol and her flashlight, pausing at a blinking red light on the floor across from herself. Her camera had been on and recording the entire time! She blushed, pulling up the footage long enough to know beyond a doubt it had caught all that had befallen her, and marveled that the Jaguar had in fact hauled her onto the bench in his teeth, pulling her paws through the manacles and everything! She slung it around her shoulders, shaking her head. She would sort that out soon enough.

With one paw cupping and covering her swollen, cum matted slit, and the other hugging the golden idol tightly against her chest, she began to make the long journey back the way she had came, emerging onto the temple steps, and began to make the long trek back to civilization, pausing only to fetch clean clothes from her kit at the base of the pyramid.

Above her, unseen in the treetops, the Jaguar watched her warily, following his future brood mother's every move. He caught a glimpse of the idol beneath her arm, and let out a quiet growl. Perhaps another lesson was required.