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Jungle Spirit

The trip had been dragging for a while. Everybody was getting loud, especially the guys at the front. Marius hated those. Galivar Penya stood at the top of his hate list. He was a seventeen and something years old bastard of latino heritage who never stopped picking on the weak. In school, he had the Menoa brothers to torment.

But they didn't come in this Safari trip. He did. Marius, a bigger geek than the geekiest pair in his class and friend to no one but himself. Who would love a nineteen years old geek with perfect scores across the board? The parents? The teachers? Oh, those never disrespected Marius. Not in the same way his colleagues did. It wasn't unusual for him to return from a break to find his backpack ransacked by the biggest dick in the classroom. Penya sounded similar to penis. The guy was literally the embodiment of a phallus, with darker skin, curly black hair, and a face only a mother could love. He was also fat. Not huge, like Fat Joe -rightfully named for his prematurely developing beer belly- or Sam the Tank, who was a panzer in his own right. Penya was just heavier than the average person. Stupider too.

So why was not anybody picking on this unattractive fat boy? Because Penya also had connections with plenty of pennies. Word circulated that a man cannot get fat on thoughts alone, and Penya was the embodiment of that saying. He never went anywhere without a fat bag of chips or some kind of munchies. Right now he was munching on a delicious double steak sandwich, the smells of mayonnaise and ketchup filling the bus from the front -where Don Marquez's obnoxious shouting started- to the laughs and giggles of the party squad bunked at the end of the bus.

That's where the cool guys nested. People who weren't as rich as Penya or smart like Marius. Life was a constant party to them. Buried beneath bottles of beer, cheap snacks and a host of mini skirts, the guys were having the time of their life, adding to the crunching pebbles shifting underneath the wheels of the bus and Don Marquez's lectures.

The din became an insupportable tide of nonsense. It was so annoying that Marius looked straight out the window. The golden plains of the savannah stretched as far as the eyes could see. Some trees sprouted here and there, but Marius wasn't particularly interested in them. He had trees back in his hometown too. No. He came to this Safari because he wanted to see the wildlife. And judging by the looks of it, there were still several hours separating him from his end goal.

“Can we have a bit of silence here?"

“Eat my nuts, Marquez!" a shout came from the back.

“If I come there, you won't have any nuts to brag about, so shut it."

And he really meant that. Marius turned his eyes back to the teacher. Don Marquez was improperly dressed for this weather. He had a tan leather jacket over a blue striped shirt. He wore pants unlike most of his class, who preferred cargo trousers or something shorter, and on top of his head rested a hat that could have made him look like Indiana Jones from a distance. From two seats though? Not a chance. He moved his eyebrows far too many times, and Marius tried to keep his eyes away from his mouth. Don Marquez liked smoking, and though his voice remained pristine over the years, his teeth were not quite so resilient.

“Hey, group in the back," he jabbed a finger. “Put the bottles down now."

“Or what?" one of the guys asked. “Wanna come over and bust my balls too, teach?"

That was the wrong thing to say to Marquez. He was a teacher, not a fool, and when a man took his hat off, he meant business.

“See this?"

“Yeah. Nice haircut, cue-ball."

“No, this," he flicked his hat towards the window. “See how fast it can fly? Your bottles are going to be next."

“Shit, bro."

“C'mon old man. Why so serious? Can't we just have our fun while you entertain the geeks in the front row?"

That was probably John. And the slap that followed probably came from his buddy Steve.

“What the fuck dude? I'm not negotiating with-"

“Shut the hell up. Teach's speaking."

“Gentlemen!" Marquez dragged his voice. The atmosphere slowly dimmed around him. “This is a field trip, not a circus. You all had your fun, but as of right now we're a few hours away from our lodge. I want to make sure you know everything. What to eat, what to stay away from, what leaves to wipe your asses with if you get lost in the bushes, all of that."

A few laughs followed. Marquez wasn't impressed. He took a few steps forward, and all that smell of acrid sweat contained beneath his jacket now washed over Marius' nose.

“There are dangerous beasts out there waiting to make your acquaintance. Maybe they'll bite you, Fernandez. I hear mosquitoes like a bit of alcohol in the blood."

“Eat it, old man."

“Or maybe they'll crawl up your bare legs, muchachas."

“Ewww. What the hell?" the girls in the middle started making all sorts of moany noises.

“Wouldn't worry about that, patron."

“Hmh?" Marquez tilted his head over his shoulder, straight at the grinning teeth and the gleaming eyes of that evil fat boy.

“Your smell is gonna put them to sleep, for real."

The bus burst into laughter. Even Marius struggled, though his chokes had a different kind of trigger. He moved closer towards the window, trying to get a breath of decent air.

“Ey, gringo. Ey, I'm talking to you."

“And I'm talking to you," Marquez hissed. “Keep it down. All of you, or I'm going to throw you off the bus and see how much you'll last out there."

Some grumbles in the back, a few whispers in the middle, but aside from Marquez's huffing breath, the bus went relatively quiet.

“Good…Good…" he slowly put his hat on that sweaty head of his. “Glad to see booze and stupidity haven't dimmed all your wits. This trip isn't about having fun. It's about survival. Now, do you want to make sure you get home with adventures to tell, or are you going to be the geeks that closed themselves in their room?"

“Tigers, man. We're tigers!"

“Fuck tigers dude. I wanna be a jackal."

“Who asked you, lizard face?"

“Quiet!" Marquez slammed his palms together. “Wanna talk? I'll give you something to talk about. Who can tell me what indigenous species inhabits the Krearyi jungles?"

There was silence all around, and plenty of smiling or contorted faces. Marius knew the answer. He just didn't want to say it out loud.

“Penya? Did I detect an ounce of initiative?"

“I was scratching my balls, sir."

Marquez scoffed, mahogany eyes scanning around the bus. “Anyone who has other itches? Or maybe an idea about who these creatures are? Come on, people. They're not an average sort."

Marius licked one cheek, then followed along with the other. The answer was practically begging to come out of his mouth.

“You?"

He jerked in his chair when that heavy hand fell on his shoulder.

“Look a'him!" Penya pointed a fat finger. “Gringo's pissing his freaking pants!"

“At least he knows what he's getting into. Right, son?"

Marius looked up at Don Marquez. A stern man who frowned more often than he smiled. Yet right now, something seemed to be…different. The edges of his lips formed a thin crevice over his mouth. He was…smiling?

“Come on. You can do it."

“They're…" Marius swallowed uncomfortably, then pressed himself tighter against the back of his seat. He noticed how many stares he attracted. From Penya's evil eyes to Adriana's emerald gaze, the whole bus from the front part to the middle had their eyes on him.

“You know it. Come on," Marquez pressed on.

“They're called Maradi," Marius spoke with a frail, yet certain voice.

“Good, good. Tell us how they look."

“Like hyenas, or rather, like us. They walk on two legs. They're anthros."

“No shit Sherlock," somebody burst into laughter.

“Got the next genius of the century here. Hey teach, why don't you take this prick out in the jungle and leave the bus to us?"

“Didn't see you two goons answering," Marquez stomped his foot down. “Be smart for once and let this man speak."

Marius' blood warmed up. Damn, he hated talking in front of an audience, especially a crowd of selfish bastards who taunted him at every turn. He shifted his view from one colleague to the other until his eyes found peace in the rolling grasses of the plains.

“Maradi aren't nomads. Not anymore. The jungle provides them with shelter, food, a place to grow and protect their children. They prefer to remain isolated, though a few of their hunting parties venture towards the jungle's edge when the prey eludes them. If a farmer lives nearby, he'll miss a cattle. If they find a cabin, however…"

“They kill everyone inside!" somebody in the back snickered.

“No," Marquez patted Marius on the back. “They won't kill you. The Maradi have more respect for life than we do. They prefer to create rather than take away, so what they'll do to you is the opposite of killing."

“Are you gay or something?"

Marquez turned to the most annoying chum in the bus. Penya.

“Don't come closer. Don't come any closer you puta marica!"

But Marquez still advanced, turning the slur of curses into weird sets of whimpers. “They'll take you to their huts and spread you apart like a ripe peach, little boy. Then, when the leader is done with you, because it is usually the leader who takes the first bite, you will be passed to the rest of the tribe like a cigarette, and everybody will get a taste of you."

“Dude, what…what the fuck?" Penya scrambled back into his friend.

“You're sick, Marky. Why the hell can't you teach normal stuff?"

Marquez stepped back, chuckling. “I got your attention, didn't I? Now who can tell me who inhabited the jungles before the Maradi arrived?"

“Nobody did. It belonged to the ferals that made their home there. Tigers, raptors, snatchers are one of the few I can name."

“Perfect," Marius received another pat on the back. “And how did the Maradi manage to tame the jungle?"

“They didn't tame it. The dry seasons lasted more every year, and the conflict between the wandering tribes forced the weaker to take drastic measures. With no prey in sight and a bleak future ahead of them, one of the Maradi tribe took to the jungle, where they lived ever since."

“Perfect, man. You've done your homework."

“Yeah, that's what geeks do," Penya cut in. “Tell us another tale, gringo. Maybe how you jerk off in front of a mirror or something!"

“Hey, that's enough!" Marquez grabbed the bully by the back of his slimy neck. “I hear one more insult and you fly. Understand?"

“Take your hand off me!" Penya shook Marquez off. “Touch me again, and I'll have my father fire your sweaty ass off, puta marica stupid maricon."

Marquez had the sense to back off. When faced with the richest kid in the group, anything could happen. A confrontation just wasn't worth it for something as little as being called gay in another language.

“Alright, that went well," Marquez rubbed his palms together. “Let's talk about survival kits, namely how to make the best with the resources you have at your disposal. If you find yourselves placed in a survival situation and the Maradi don't come dragging your asses off into their tribe, you will need to know how to build a shelter, gather food, and most importantly know what to eat."

Everyone in the buss groaned once Marquez took upon that particular path. He talked on and on, rolling monotonously like the wheels of the bus.

Marius stared out the window. He made himself as comfortable as he could. The seat next to him held his backpack along with a thin impermeable coat in case of rain. He was glad nobody sat next to him, but during this long, lonely trip, even a guy like him couldn't help but wonder how it felt to have a friend. A true friend, not the partnerships he formed throughout the school year. Solving his own assignments earned him grades along with that particular teacher's favor. Working for someone else? Well, that kept some bullies off his back and in a few rare cases earned him a friend for a day or two. The bravest lasted a whole week. Nobody wanted to be associated with the nerds, especially the weird ones. Some of the rumors even said he was gay.

Truth was, Marius had no particular love for his own species. His family was decent. He had no problems with them, but colleagues like Penya stuck out like a sore thumb. Assholes who earned a place on Marius' hate list from a single offence were rare and far in between, but somehow he had the luck to stumble upon them one way or the other.

Marius blinked. He realized the faults of this line of thinking. Two years ago he skipped a whole month from school after completing his project on prehistoric creatures. Marius chose raptors. Velociraptors to be exact. He scoured the internet first, then stormed the library. When he put his mind to the task, nothing stopped him. He earned a straight A for the most comprehensive presentation ever…along with three weeks of heavy depression. Day after day his mind was filled by the raptors he had created. Marius had been so deeply embedded in that project, he had a whole world created within his mind where dinosaurs drank, fed, hunted and mated like living, breathing creatures. The power to create was such an enthralling prospect, so good in fact Marius forgot about everything else. What was the education system compared to pure freedom? What were people when placed in the same environment as the raptors?

Prey. Meat. Sustenance. That was the answer Marius came up with. Strip humans of their weapons, and they are left with nothing but wits and stones to survive. And how many could do that? How far would Penya's attitude take him? How sharp would John's tongue need to be to stop a hungry creature from devouring him alive?

Marius blinked again. The plains re-appeared before his eyes. He took a deep breath, then exhaled his tension along with the warm, humid air. The Jurassic period was over. Now he had a Safari to worry about.

After three or so hours of butt aching, leg spasming journey, the bus finally arrived at the destination. Penya and the other hotshots got off first. The decent squad rolled after that, being in the middle and all, and lastly came the party people, all cheerful and cherry from the copious amount of alcohol they ingested. Their steps clanked on the thin metal stairs. One bam after the other, grinding painfully against Marius' ears until all he heard was furious chatter.

“C'mon son. You're the last one."

“Mhm," Marius nodded to Marquez, who got off and lit a cigarette. Smoking was distasteful, yet not as much as alcohol. That one turned even the most respectable men into beasts.

Good thing the weather was good. It was sunny outside. No need for rain protection. Marius stuffed the gear into his pack, hoisted it over his shoulder, then climbed out into a sauna of smells and sounds. The air was warm like an oven, assaulting his skin like invisible rain.

“What's wrong, culo pendejo? Never been to the jungle before?"

Penya said big words considering how damp his own shirt was.

“Look at him. Doesn't even have the respect to look at me."

“He's weird, bro. Just keep away from him."

“I don't wanna keep away! I want this punk to respect me, puta marica gringo!"

Marius was far too slow to react. Penya's hands struck like lightning, shoving into him like a sack of bricks. Marius stumbled back, fell, then once he got up, he ran to Marquez, ignoring the putas, maricas, and the other insults Penya was throwing from behind.

“I need a single room please."

“What's that?" the teacher scratched the back of his neck. “C'mon, I didn't hear. Say it again."

“I want a room. Solo. Nobody in."

“You'll get one, same like everybody else. Nice place, huh?"

Marius wasn't the kind to admire man made buildings. He also wasn't the kind to take the initiative of entering them, so again he waited for the whole group to go inside the luxurious lodge. Two pretty girls handed fliers to each of his colleagues. Some of the guys spoke to them. Would he have to do the same?

Marius swallowed and walked nervously towards the girls.

“Hey, welcome to the jungle. Here's a brochure with the local attractions…"

“And here's a little welcoming gift. Have fun!"

Marius didn't even look at them. That's how focused he was on avoiding embarrassment. With a crown of natural flowers around his neck, he made his way into the lobby, where people of all ages walked about, ate, or talked on their phones. Marius tried to ignore them as he walked to the tail of his group. There, he stood behind two guys reeking of alcohol. Thankfully none of them was lucid enough to acknowledge his presence. One by one, the members of the group received a key along with a guide. Marius waited for his turn. He was good at this game, but he was really crap with surprises. From the moment he heard a mewl, his instincts had to get the better of him. Where did it come from? How? Why? He nervously tapped his foot, scratched his arms and waited until he finally came face to face with the biggest cat he saw in his life.

“Wh-that's…whoa, it's a cat. That's a cat right there."

“A hybrid, to be precise," the lobby lady said. “We have trained pets that take guests to their rooms. Want Tabby here to show you the way?"

“Sure. I love cats. I mean I love all animals. I admire their tenacity. Technically speaking, we're way behind them. For example-“

“Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we've got people waiting. Single, or double?"

“Double," Marius smiled. “Two cats are better than one."

“I meant the room."

Marius' smile flattened. “Single. How…how do I…"

The spotted feline grabbed the keys in his mouth and leaped on the ground. Marius smiled awkwardly, then chased after the cat. The damned bugger took to the stairs, forcing him to climb six rows before he even got to his room.

“Sixteen D," Marius panted. “What do you think it means, buddy?"

The cat dropped the keys, then rubbed around his legs, looking up for extra attention. Though he was tired, Marius eagerly sank his fingers into the tomcat's silky fur. “Penya, one of my douchebag colleagues would probably say dick. Sixteen inches. Terrible joke, considering you're a cat and all. Do you…you know…ever did it with a lady cat?"

Tabby meowed. He purred heartily from his throat, got his dose of love, and after he grew bored, he ran all the way back.

Marius picked up the keys. Four twists took care of the lock, and one single push took care of his hopes. Room Sixteen D deserved its name completely. Bed, living room, kitchen and bathroom all fought for the right to exist in a square-ish block that barely allowed five steps in each direction. The only good thing about this room was the view. The window overlooked the better part of the jungle, and when faced with a sight like that, Marius could find no discernable reason to complain.

He put the keys in the lock. Then, he dropped his pack, his shirt, his pants, and jumped straight in the shower. Lukewarm water did wonders for his mood. When he came out, he felt as relaxed as if a dozen felines massaged him with their fluff. Marius crashed in his bed with the intent to stare at the jungle, and fell asleep with the jungle in mind.

Somebody knocked at the door. Marius opened his eyes, shuddering when a second knock came.

“In here. What do you want?"

“Meal time in ten minutes!" a female's voice said.

“Great," Marius mumbled. Now he had a reason to get dressed.

He went all the way down to the dining quarters, a secluded part of the lodge lit by warm lights and surrounded with vegetation. However, the place was full of strangers. Marius saw not a single familiar face until he looked through the glass walls. Marquez was there, as was Penya and the whole squad.

Maybe it was better to eat out in the open with birds signing all around, fresh air, and all of that good stuff.

Wrong. With only the serving staff around, Penya and his buddy Koro -a guy with blond hair and a moustache taken straight out of the last decade- took the liberty to flank him.

“How's life, cabron?" Penya tapped Marius on the shoulder after a few seconds of silence. “Doing good, eh? Hate's working out for you, stupid piece of shit. Burro maricon!"

“Just…"

“I'm talking!" Penya's grip became seething agony. “Why can't you look at me, puta? You're a dick? Like being a dick? I asked you a question!"

“I'm not…I'm…I Just…just wanna eat," Marius stuttered.

“What you standing there, Koro? Help our friend out."

Mr Blonde had quick hands, quick eyes, and a very quick tongue. He flipped through the menu like The Flash, then turned around with a dead serious expression.

“You're going to eat basted bugs in barbeque sauce as an appetizer. Then we'll continue rolling with shriveled serpent whatever the hell that is and whip it up with lizard. Any complaints? No? Ok, thanks."

Marius blinked as the menu slapped onto the table, right in front of his face. He had what, five seconds to register that piece of dialogue?

“Ey, garcon!" Penya waved insistently. “Ey ey, you. Yes, glasses, I'm pointing at you."

One of the younger waiters came forth. “How may I help, sir?"

“My friend is starving. How about you bring us the bugs, the snake and the lizard?"

“The what?"

Even Marius felt embarrassed for that waiter, but Penya's arm coiled around his neck in a moment, strangling any sliver of courage residing in Marius' chest.

“Tranquilo, gringo. You'll eat like a king, eh?" Penya's attention shifted. “What's taking so long, garcon? Koro, give'im a hand. Blind maricon can't see what's in front of him."

Trapped between two assholes was bad, right? Not as bad as the food they ordered. The first course, or rather, the appetizer, was a small bowl of belly-up bugs dripping with stinky grease. Some missed a few legs. The unlucky ones had half of their bodies missing. Whatever the case, the insects seemed to fight over which was more disgusting than the other.

“Eat, gringo. My father pays like two hundred bucks to eat this. It's some super rare stuff that you get to enjoy first hand."

“Yeah, cabrilio. Eat!" Koro joined in.

Marius had no option but to do as his captors demanded. He ate the first bug. Luckily, the crunching sound it made scared Penya and his buddy into silence. Truth was, they didn't taste as bad as the main course. The shriveled snake was supposedly stuffed with delicious vegetables, if you could get to them. Marius couldn't figure how to cut it so he had to chew on its stringy, slimy, scaleless head until his stomach turned upside down. Penya burst into laughter, banging the table like a madman.

And nobody did anything about that. Everybody was loud at this table. For the outside world, it was a group of friends having fun. For Marius, it was a living hell.

The lizard arrived the last, upside down just like the bugs.

“They say you gotta cut its belly or something," Penya's little eyes moved around the plate. “C'mon gringo. Pick up the knife and touch it right here in the cunt."

Marius didn't penetrate the poor thing. He ran the knife along its belly instead, spreading it open like a ripe fruit to reveal minced meat bathed in herbs and sauces. It even smelled good, but he couldn't bring to himself to eat the progeny of the long dead raptors he studied all those years back no matter how much Penya insisted. The fatboy eventually grew bored or hungry enough to leave, and when he did, Marius stood up and ran straight into the jungle. Names mattered little. Shouts even less. All he focused on were the leaves slapping his eyes and the roots tripping his feet. He ran until his muscles burned.

And then he ran some more. No other motivation was stronger than rage or fear. Marius felt a bit of both. He despised Penya with all his heart, and at the same time feared what he could do to him if that anger broke loose. Marius was not about to let it. The jungle was his enemy now. He had a goal; to get as far from civilization as possible, and in his rush, he didn't realize his feet wandered off the beaten path. To Marius, every tree, fern, or vine looked the same. It didn't matter if he lunged to the left, jumped over a stump, or ran through a bush as long as he kept moving.

And the heat became so intense. Sweat poured from every pore in his body, dribbling on the ground with each step thumping on the humid soil or each greedy breath entering his throat.

“Ghaaah…" Marius stopped. “Haaah….graaaah…"

He was panting like a dog after an endless chase, and though his throat burned, his concerns were far removed from petty aches.

“How far did I get?" Marius swiped the sweat off his forehead as he scanned his surroundings. In the jungle, everything looked the same. You couldn't tell one tree from another. Luckily, Marius spent a good number of years with the boy scouts. He was prepared to survive. Armed with all that knowledge, geeks like him had nothing to fear.

“Alright, alright alright…I came from the west, right? Damned sun's been beating at my back the whole time."

But when Marius turned his head around, he didn't see the sun, only a thick canopy that blocked most of the light.

“Ok, I can make due without the sun. Just gotta figure this out. Backtrack. Yeah, backtrack my own steps."

He started walking back, counting the shallow footprints he left. Twenty eight there were. After that, the soil became far too littered with debris to make anything out.

“Crap," Marius kneeled, his green eyes staring into the distance. “I can't be lost. No way. I've ran what, five minutes?"

Maybe ten, or fifteen. The sting in his chest didn't hint at just five minutes.

Marius knew he couldn't stay idle. After he regained his breath, he picked a direction and started walking. Anything was better than being idle. The heat would drain him before the day ended, and with a bit of luck he could stumble upon a jungle lodge or a tourist attraction.

Marius kept a steady pace, pushing the ferns peacefully out of the way and trying his best to avoid slipping on the dead leaves. It must have been an hour of walking. He couldn't tell exactly without a watch or some kind of time measurement system. In his rush, Marius broke the sacred rule of survival: always bring supplies. Aside from his cargo shorts and shirt, he had nothing with him.

“Fuck you for making me do this, Penya. If it wasn't for your shitty attitude, I'd be braving this jungle with a compass like Indiana Jones. Maybe a drumstick too. And some lemonade."

Marius licked the salty sweat off his lips. He really wished he spent more time at that table. His mouth felt increasingly dry, and even his stomach started rumbling amidst the noise of the insects. Mosquitoes were a real menace. Marius slapped one after the other until his neck and arms became pinker than his lips.

“Gah!" he slapped another one sucking the back of his neck. “How many of you are there?"

“Grruuurrrr…"

Marius froze. What the hell was that? His eyes jumped to the nearest bush. There was something in there, wasn't it?

Marius heart skipped a beat. In that intense moment, every coherent thought slipped from his mind along with the rivers of sweat descending along his body. Fight or flight? He had but a moment to decide.

Marius pushed the ground with all the force he could muster. Everything became a blur. Blood pumped through his veins, fueling the primal panic bestowed upon his body by his instincts. Faster. Quicker! There were no tigers in this jungle. No raptors. The only predators keen enough to stalk humans were the Maradi.

Marius circled a tree, then slipped on the ground when a figure cut his path. He slammed sideways into another tree, the shock hard enough to incapacitate him. Marius fell. The only thing he saw before his eyes was the canopy of the forest, soon occupied by three looming canine muzzles pointed straight at him.

“Grraaarrr! Mashak dur gak varasa."

“Nag tak. Horek garsha corof marsta."

The third Maradi didn't say anything. He just crouched, sniffing with that wet nose of his. Was he going to eat him? His menacing eyes certainly hinted at that, pupils widening to the size of small coal beads. The maradi's lips pulled up, revealing a pair of frightening canines.

“Don't…please…don't…" Marius mewled. He spread his arms and legs to the side to display himself completely before these mean looking hyenas. “I've got nothing, see? Nothing."

They didn't say a god damn word. Instead, the three resumed their chatter, pointing at Marius, then growling and arguing on how to eat their catch.

When the one with the spear pointed the glimmering tip right into his face, Marius clenched his butt so suddenly he almost peed himself.

“No. Please, no. Please no!"

“Seed," one of the maradi growled.

“S-seed? I've got nothing on me!"

The two lifted him off the ground, and damn they were strong for how lean they looked.

“Seed," the third maradi snarled in Marius' face. His breath was fearsome, almost knocking the wind out of Marius' chest. He held his breath to avoid coughing, and forced his eyes to stare at the hyena's black tipped ears to avoid those menacing teeth.

“You can…speak English?"

“Seed!"

Marius received a hard prod in the chest.

That taught him to remain silent. The Maradi fell into an organized group, two leading the way forth while the third held Marius hands in a painful clutch behind his back. It didn't take a genius to know where they headed. Biting back the pain and forcing his fear deep within his churning belly, Marius placed one leg after the other, following the maradi towards their nearby village.

It didn't look like much. Primitive structures were built around the trunks of the trees. The bigger were erected above ground level, connected by a series of bridges and walkways tied with vines. Marius blood turned to ice when he was put in front of a spiraling stairway. The steps were crafted from branches and shook hard under the steps of the two maradi climbing ahead.

His captor tightened his grip, his warm breath falling upon Marius' ear like a rolling cloud of moistened terror. What was better, falling five or so meters on the ground, or being eaten by an angry maradi?

Marius climbed. The bridges felt awfully flimsy, wobbling from one side to the other like a man after a round of drinks. Marius wished he could grab onto the vines, but with his hands held painfully behind his back, all he could do was count the steps before this nightmare ended.

He breathed a sigh of relief when hard wood thumped below his feet. His escort went to talk to the guards posted outside the arboreal hut while the friend behind pushed him insistently.

Marius pushed his head through the pelts draped over the entrance. The smell of wood had a strange homely feel to it. There wasn't much inside the hut aside from a crude table surrounded by stumps, or as Marius labeled them, 'wanna-be-chairs'. Different pelts covered the walls. One belonged to a tiger, while the other, a black with white spots eluded Marius' mind for now. His eyes moved quickly in search of any possible threat, and the only one stood right in front of him.

“Release him," the maradi flicked his tail.

Marius swallowed. This one lacked the growly accent displayed by the others. True, words still came out a bit rough thanks to the elongated muzzle of a canine, but nothing about these creatures was the embodiment of softness. They had powerful muscles hidden beneath their black striped fur, bare feet topped with sharp claws, and when they chose to reveal them, a mean pair of snowy fangs.

Marius focused on the tail. It was bushy, with many nuances of browns, auburns and blacks fighting for dominance. But he didn't have the chance to admire it for long. The maradi turned around, staring at him with a pair of olive eyes.

“You are shaking," he -for there were no breasts or any signs to indicate the creature's gender- spoke with a surprisingly tender voice.

“I'm just…excited," Marius licked his lips, stiff as a pole, trying to control the tremors rushing through his flesh. “Never seen a maradi before."

The hyena's fangs revealed their tips for a moment. “First time?"

“Yeah," Marius chuckled nervously. “Yeah, you can say so."

He had so many questions he wanted to ask. So many doubts, fears, curiosities. Something about this maradi seemed different, and it wasn't the clean aspect of his fur. At the risk of staring like a creep, Marius pressed his lips shut and took an analytical look at this maradi. It looked almost like every other, with black rounded ears and black spots spread all over the three shades of amber fur covering his body. The darker covered the back, making his belly stand out a little. An animal's pelt covered the maradi gender, so Marius looked at his face for extra clues. Was it even a he? Feral hyenas were not the usual kind of beast, but this anthropomorphic version looked slightly different, with a straighter muzzle, olive eyes, and a curious nose that twitched far too many times.

“Am I threatening to you?"

“No, I was just looking," Marius admitted. “You seem different than the ones who brought me here. Cleaner."

“Snatchers and I only share the color of our spots. Their tasks are slightly different than mine." The maradi waved towards the table. “Seat you."

“Yourself."

“Mrrr?"

Marius paled. This wasn't a good time to correct broken English!

“I'm sorry. My tongue…it sometimes speaks without consent."

“Human tongue," the maradi smiled toothily. “Soft to the ear, yet hard on the tongue. Look."

Marius winced. The maradi spread his jaws fully, revealing the full extent of his marvelous teeth. Then his tongue started licking and slapping around, making him look more like a foolish pup rather than a fearsome hunter.

“It's…yeah…it's dexterous."

The maradi pulled his tongue back and gestured towards the table.

“Oh. Whoops!" Marius chuckled, then took a seat on a stump. “You are very good at speaking, despite the limitations brought by your tongue. Better than some of my colleagues, in fact. How did you learn English anyway?"

The maradi's ears twitched, then he started walking around the room, claws clacking gently on the hardened wood.

“Not long ago we were nomads. The jungle wasn't always our home. Before trees, we had the endless grasses of the plains. Lived under the sun, slept under moon, hunted and mated and prospered until the prey thinned. The herds traveled into the territory of our enemies. We couldn't risk a fight with them, so we retreated into the jungle."

“I understand," Marius said. He had eyes only for the tail. It wasn't long nor impressively beautiful, just very, very bushy. Then the Maradi turned around. Though he had a pelt wrapped around his loins, Marius knew better than staring at a male's privates, covered as they were.

“So how did the jungle treat you so far? Have you seen other humans? There are Safaris happening every season."

The maradi measured that word for a bit.

“Trip. Big trip," Marius began drawing a shape in the air. “See? Safari means traveling all the way around."

“Yes. Safari," the hyena licked his nose. “Human word for moving, yes?"

“It's…yeah, kind of. I'm definitely not the first human who came here, right?"

“Humans. There are always humans roaming around. Always see them crawling through the jungle, rarely bring them here. Humans are…your kin is…" the maradi strained to find the proper word, and when his tongue came up with no viable answers, he placed his clawed fingers onto his neck and started scratching.

“Ugh…no. We're not…we're not killers if that's what you are implying."

“The last groups had powerful weapons with them. I lost five of my hunters. Since then, we bring everyone who comes too close to our village here. If they have weapons, we strip them away. If they have objects, he bury them."

“And if they have nothing?" Marius asked, and the Maradi hesitated for a moment.

“That never happened before."

Was that a blessing, or a curse? Hard to tell when there was no sign of human touch around the hut. Everything was hand-made by the maradi or collected straight from the jungle.

“I'm sorry about your losses. There are laws that protect your kin, but there's always a dickhead who refuses to play by the rules. You live inside a protected habitat where guns and violence are strictly prohibited by our laws, yet conflicts still happen."

“You know pain?" the maradi's nose came inches away from Marius' face. “You, who smell of fear and tremble in my home?"

“I…please, I didn't mean to upset you."

The maradi's rumbling growl deepened, and for the first time Marius felt threatened inside this secluded hut where mauling was probably an everyday occurrence.

“Words are not a weapon we can use, human," the maradi drew back. “Keep silent, and do not pretend to know of pain."

“I'll…yeah, you're totally right."

“Grrr…meat!" the maradi's throat erupted with a bone chilling growl. “Bring roasted meat!"

Several yowls answered shortly after, leaving Marius with his mouth open. Was this some kind of leader? He was, after all, inside the biggest hut of the village.

“Roasted. Yeah, sounds delicious. Thanks, but…"

The maradi swished his tail. “You will eat."

“Sure. I'm…uhm…I have a few questions, and since nobody is coming inside, I'm wondering if I can ask you a couple of them."

“No," the maradi said. “We spoke enough words as strangers."

Marius' eyebrows narrowed in confusion. “What is that supposed to mean?"

He got part of the answer when the maradi raised from his seat. With slow steps, he walked into the middle of the hut, then emitted a slightly growly sigh.

“We have a greeting. Something you humans call…custom?"

“And what custom is that?" Marius inquired.

“Is similar to our feral cousins. We greet each other."

“Something tells me you aren't the kind to shake hands."

The maradi's lips curled up. Though he looked threatening with all those fearsome teeth exposed, the anthro emitted a series of squeak growls, a maradi's version of laughter which sounded nothing like the hyenas from the plains.

“We sniff to catch the scent, touch to feel the strength of our pack mate. Eyes…they're not as reliable as our other senses, human. A sniff tells me more about you than any word spoken from your tongue."

Marius flinched at that. He wasn't really interested in pursuing this avenue considering how stinky he was after all that running.

“Aaaalright…" he said as he approached with careful steps. “So let me get this straight. You want me to do all this touching sniffing thing with you?"

“Yes. The lesser male initiates. Shows respect to his betters, means he trusts. Come closer."

“I'm really not sure about this…" Marius gulped apprehensively. These maradi were so similar, yet at the same so different than feral hyenas. For all he knew, the one before him was the tribe's chief, and right now he was making a fool of himself for not having the courage to go through with the initiation ritual.

“Erm…ok. I think I got it," he extended a shaky hand. “I'm gonna…you know…"

The maradi grabbed his hand. Marius thought he messed up and prepared for some kind of retribution, but instead he found his palm pressed against the maradi's head. The fur was short, slightly rough, and the ears kept twitching like they tickled.

Marius began scratching softly. The maradi half lidded his imposing eyes, nostrils blowing a long gust of warm air over Marius' reddening face.

“I'm…wow, it's warm. Are you sure about this? I mean, what if I'm breaking a sacred rule, touch where I'm not supposed to?"

“Mrrr…" a serene rumble came forth. “Too many words. Touch. Feel."

The maradi's clutch lessened, leaving Marius completely on his own. What if he messed up? What if he would get eaten?

Marius clenched his jaws and shifted his hand along the maradi's scruff, petting him like a dog. He kinda looked like one…a huge bipedal puppy that wanted nothing more than a throughout petting. Summoning all the courage he had, Marius went over to the maradi's ears. He found them warm, and soft, almost like silk along the back. Rounded and keen, the inner part of the ear had no fur inside, but Marius didn't go quite that far. He slid both hands along the sides of the maradi's neck, brushing through the increasingly thicker fur that covered his body. His back and sides were better protected, with the lighter colored belly having shorter fur. As expected, sturdy muscles hid underneath the spotted coat. Marius slid down the pecs, then followed along one arm, all the way to the hand, which was very similar to a human's.

“You've got no pads. Just…claws…" Marius rolled a finger over the onyx tips.

“Pads are too sensitive. Make clumsy hunters, mmrrh?"

“Y-yeah," Marius nodded, continuing his journey down the maradi's loins. “You don't like clothes that much, do you?"

“Already have fur. Your clothes make us overheat."

“Yeah, I can imagine," Marius said. “Don't seem to be sweaty at all. How do you...uhm…cool yourselves?"

“We breathe," the maradi inhaled deeply through his open maw, then exhaled. “Cannot make water like your pink skins. We make water only with pads."

“P-pads?"

The maradi grabbed his hand, then placed it upon the warm pads of his foot. Marius clutched around a few times. They felt so meaty on the inside, nothing like the rugged black skin covering the pads themselves. They felt like a dog's, only bigger in every aspect. When the maradi flared his toes, he wanted to pull back, but the stubborn anthro held his hand tight against those moist pads, forcing his fingers through greasy crevices of his toes.

“Y-yeah I think I got it," Marius tugged back. “You can sweat through your feet. That's cool."

He retrieved his hand shortly after, the smell of wet dog uncomfortable with every breath. He sneakily ran his hand down a leg, pretending to inspect when in truth he cleaned all that grime on the maradi's clean fur. When he saw a speck of movement, another stupid idea entered his mind.

“Can I grab your tail? It's very catchy to the eye."

Marius got it straight in the face, a storm of fur and smells that got everywhere. He spat at first, then tripped on his way back to fall unceremoniously on his back. The maradi laughed in that growly way of his, swishing his tail proudly in front of the human.

“That's not funny."

“You wanted tail. I gave you tail."

“Keep it. I'm done."

“Not quite…" the maradi licked his muzzle. Normally that didn't mean much, but then his hands went lower, and lower, clutching the cover of his nether regions far too precisely.

“What are you doing?" Marius frowned in disbelief.

“Revealing myself."

“Didn't you say eyes are like…redundant or something?"

“Mrr, they are…but it is not your eyes I require, human."

With a flick of his fingers, the maradi unfastened the skin, allowing it to fall on the ground right at the same time as Marius' green eyes widened like a terrified pup put before a fearsome predator. The creature he was talking to wasn't a he. More like a she-he, or a shi. He had a sheath, not a pseudo penis like feral hyenas, but that wasn't the shocking bit. Below the cock was a pink gape that should not have existed in a male. Two meaty lips stared right back at him, pink like his flushed face, glistening just like the sweat gathered on his forehead.

Marius wiped it quickly. “You're a…a herm? That makes sense with hyenas being all weird down there, but…but that's a cunt, and there's…I haven't seen any breasts up there!"

“Perhaps human should take a closer look."

Marius choked on his words when the Maradi's strong hands pulled him up. His head was shoved into his chest, a much more preferable place than the one he was staring at a few moments ago. The smell of the jungle resided inside the fur, along with meat, fruits, and the maradi's own suave musk.

“Immmhhh. Muuughhhmmm!"

The grip still held strong, muffling his every word.

“There is a part of the greeting you haven't completed, human."

“Phhhheeaammm…" Marius struggled without much success, not knowing what was worse. Helplessness, or the maradi's breath hot upon his ear.

“Like our feral cousins, we lick each other between the legs, and the lesser male alawys initiates. It is a great privilege to taste the matriarch of a tribe. Many get hard. Many spill at the thought of it."

The grip lessened, and Marius took the first deep breath after a whole minute of fur smothering.

“I'm…I'm not sure…not sure if I can comply with this particular request."

Those were the last things he said before he was pushed down by a monstrous force. Marius opened his mouth to groan as his knees smashed against the hard wood of the floor, but instead all he did was exposing his tongue to the sticky embrace of the maradi's pussy. Shoved forth against his will, Marius had his face planted straight between the maradi's legs, nose and lips burying through the fleshy crevice while his eyes and cheeks were forced to brush along sticky strands of fur.

His first instinct was to cough, but there was little room to breathe. Marius held it within his chest, eyes squeezed shut. The maradi would free him. Shi had no choice, right? A living human was much better –and warmer- than a dead one.

Yet seconds kept passing without any reprieve. Marius' heart thundered in his chest, fueling his need to breathe. What could he do? What should he do? He never went face against pussy before. Marius' lips puckered. Gosh, he knew what to do. As disgusting as it was, he let his tongue slide out of his maw, pressing hard between those two sloppy lips, sinking deeper into the maradi's tunnel. He felt the muscles clench around him, fueled by vibrations that coursed through every one of the maradi's muscles.

“Graaarrrhh… warrrrm…"

“Gloooaaah!" Marius coughed and spat as the grip receded. Only after he took in his first breath he realized how gross the maradi's lower lips tasted.

“First time tasting a female?"

Marius gave a few shaky nods.

“You will get used to it. Your tongue feels very…strong. I want to taste it upon my lips again."

“Now?" the human looked up, all greasy from the maradi's juices.

“Yes. Now."

Marius brushed hir hand aside. “Please…" he begged. “I'll do what you want. Just…let me do this my way. I don't have much experience, but I know how to treat a female. Practiced it with a friend."

“Marrrhh," the maradi growled in a very feisty manner. “Treat me then, human. Show me how you taste your females."

Marius crawled on all fours like a dog in heat panting for a bitch's honey. He was neither, but at least from this position he could have less cock draped all over his face. Marius approached slowly. Shi smelled like a swamp down there, strong and repulsive in equal measures. He closed his eyes, then placed his lips against the maradi's, feeling them shudder at the contact.

“Mrr…right there. Lick," hir legs spread apart a little. “Lick, human."

Marius pushed his tongue through that spreading, shivering, gooey tunnel of dripping muscles. The deeper he went, the harder the maradi squeezed. It wasn't too bad to get a tongue massage, but those squelching tremors coaxed fluids out of the maradi's deeper reaches. Marius let them all dribble down his chin, focusing on his tongue. He pushed it as deep as he could, filling the maradi with a surge of pleasure. Shi growled, then clamped, squirting a jet of heat straight into his face.

Marius wasn't prepared. His first instinct was to swallow, and he did, sending all that hot, disgusting slime down his throat in one single gulp. The sensation wasn't overly pleasant. Within a few seconds, his stomach squeezed, forcing him to retreat.

“You deceived me."

Marius looked up, teary eyed from the maradi's intense taste. “No no. Please. You just taste different than I'm used to."

“You won't leave until you please me, human. Lick!"

“I understand. I'll…I'll please you."

The maradi wasn't the patient kind. Shi grabbed the wincing human by his hair, then shoved his face into hir needy gap before Marius even got to breathe. Eyes closed, hands grabbing for purchase, he struggled to come up with a viable solution. The maradi was stronger than him. Shi had a whole tribe behind hir back. If he did as much as bite hir cunt, Marius knew all of the tribe would eat human for lunch.

That left him with only one option. To do what he said. Be a man of his word. Please the maradi. It was by far not an enticing endeavor, so Marius forced his mind to think of one of his raptors. She was laying on her back, and he was here, face deep into her pussy.

Marius lapped a few times to taste her, then started kissing with his lips. The raptor's claws curled under the waves of pleasure that rushed along its form. She looked at him with those beautiful reptilian eyes, begging him to continue.

And he did. Her folds squelched on and on, clenching with abandon as their lips slid against each other, making out in the most lewd, wet, and intimate way possible. Marius pushed harder, and when he did, he wasn't greeted by a raptor's folds, but by the maradi's fuzzy sheath pressing into one eye. The human tried not to groan. It was so weird to eat out a herm, but he had no option. He needed to make this maradi reach hir peak.

Marius stuck his tongue out, then pressed his face harder into the sloppy pussy, whirling his tongue around like a tornado. The maradi's flesh shivered like an abandoned pup. A growl escaped hir throat, then she clenched, holding Marius prisoner for a drawn out second before another hard squirt splattered through hir gaping lips, straight into his mouth. Marius tried to swallow, but the lack of air made his throat tighten hard. He spat back the fluids, making a mess all over the maradi's lips.

Fortunately shi was too far up pleasure creek to take it as an offense. Marius felt hir tense up. If there was anything biology taught him, it was that when a living being burned with such intensity, it was ready to either attack, flee, or climax.

So he remained lodged in there, kissing and licking that pussy with desperate vengeance. The maradi growled, squelched, and trembled, until hir pleasure exploded all over the human's face.

Marius found all his available orifices filled by the heated wave. It entered his nostrils, his mouth, even inside his eyes, and all his valiant efforts accounted for nothing as the maradi's vicious hand held his face propped against hir cunt so shi could bathe him in hir climax over and over again.

It all ended pretty quickly, but to Marius it seemed like an eternity spent in the company of the grossest, stickiest fluid he ever had the displeasure of swallowing. He didn't even have the strength to support himself. As soon as the maradi's grip lessened, he fell on the ground, splattering the wood with the maradi's ivory produce.

“That was a lousy licking," hir steps clacked on the wood. “Not even our youngest treated me with such disrespect."

“What did you expect?" Marius rolled on his back. “You forced me against your cunt. Couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow…I almost chocked to death because you couldn't keep your hand back!"

“Mewling. Talking. Words. Can you do something with your tongue, human, or you can not?"

“I did make you cum, didn't I?" Marius smirked.

But the maradi didn't share his enthusiasm. Shi crouched, placing hir dripping cunt right above his nose. “It was too fast! I want…" shi thought for a moment. “If you can't get inside me, then perhaps I shall get inside you."

Marius had no idea what shi talked about, nor did he ask before the maradi thrust hir plump sheath into his face, rubbing it along his nose before hir cunt took the sheath's place. The smell of hir juices made his stomach tighten, and Marius drew back, scared and confused about this increasingly strange situation.

“What do you want?"

“Lick me."

“This isn't how friends treat each other."

“Friends?" the maradi snarled. “Your rank in this tribe is lesser than our pups."

“Because I'm a guest! Please, you can't force me to-“

Marius mouth was quickly covered by the maradi's dexterous hand, hir olive eyes bearing into his.

“You will take me inside, taste me like one of my own, or my warriors shall make you their female. Does human agree to my request?"

“Yes. Absolutely. If you want me to suck your cock, then I'll suck it. No other way around-“

“Too many words."

Marius nodded. He was getting really tense now. Shivers rushed through his sweat soaked skin. He wanted to run as far away as he could.

Then what? Even if he incapacitated the chief with a bite to the cock, the hunters would trap him on a bridge and kill him.

Like before, Marius had no choice, so he stood up on his knees and let his captor press his cock against his mouth.

Marius opened his mouth. He took half of the sheath inside, the fur slightly irritating to his tongue. Then, he started sucking on it. He thought he was doing well until the maradi started laughing in that growly way of hir.

“Inside, human. Use tongue. Lick."

Marius rolled around until he found hir tip. The entrance parted before him like a flower, surrounding him with heat and lubrication. Inside, he poked against a harder type of flesh. He knew what that was, so he licked around it, waiting for it to grow.

A wave of heat pulsed through. Marius found his tongue pushed back. Another wave came, then another. The maradi's cock swelled, pushing its smooth, delicate features deeper into Marius' mouth. Marius formed a ring with his lips, then moved back, forcing a slight growl from the hyena.

“Too quick. Lick. Just lick."

Marius ceased his movement, allowing his tongue to do all the work instead. The cock was shaped exactly like a dog's, with a tapered point, thick shaft, and a big bulge growing at the base. The knot remained inside the sheath, a bloated bulge that threatened to explode at any moment.

Marius made sure not to give it reason to. Tongue swirling around the tip, he waited for the maradi's next move.

It came faster than he expected. Grabbing his head, the hyena pushed deeper, rumbling in bliss as the human's puckered lips rubbed along the bare surface of hir cock just like a pussy would. Shi pushed in deep, close to sealing the human's throat, and when Marius' eyes bulged with the reflex to cough, shi drew back, only to thrust in yet again.

“Mrrrhhh…" the anthro rubbed hir fingers through the human's shaggy hair. “Warrrrm. Tight. Our muzzles…not as tight as yours, human. Harder."

Marius puckered his lips and closed his eyes. Apparently that was another offense.

“Up. Open eyes!" shi snarled. “I want you to look at me when I burst into you."

“Mhm. Ghhhm!" Marius moaned, letting the maradi use his mouth like a cum dump. Shi was so hard…the outline of hir veins bulged out, and the squirts spat by the tip became more than an annoying nuisance. The situation turned from threatening into an exercise in swallowing, with Marius licking around the proffered cock while the maradi thrust through his mouth on and on, wet cunt slapping against his chin every freaking time.

It all changed when the knot came into play. Marius thought this was going to end just like last time. A few squirts down his throat, some swallowing, no big deal.

He couldn't be more wrong than that. Once the maradi's cock swelled with whatever fluid herms produced, shi growled out a warning that Marius was too distracted to understand. The next thing he knew, he had an unbearably hard bulge pressed against his lips. The instinct that told him to spit out now allowed the knot to push into his mouth, bloating his cheeks on either side with its generous girth.

A hot wave splashed into his mouth. Marius had no time to understand what happened, how it happened, or when. Spread like a whore's vagina, he was forced to take all the maradi offered. Thick jets of hot, sticky fluid rammed into his throat with no chance of reprieve, and he could do absolutely nothing to stop them.

Eyes bulged, lips stretched, throat spasming for air, Marius had to swallow the maradi's essence down to the last drop.

And shi enjoyed it relieving hirself immensely. Thick growls rolled out of hir contorting maw. Claws scratched at the ground, fingers dug deeper into his hair. Marius even felt the strength of the pulsations coursing through the spurting member, deep and menacing like the rumbles of a distant storm. Spurt after spurt, the maradi lanced his throat with all the pleasure shi could muster, and when the lances turned into weak dribbles, shi remained inside just a bit more, just to make sure the human was properly fed.

“Glaaargh!" Marius drooled on the ground after that thick glistening cock shrunk enough to pull out. The aftertaste was the most horrible thing. He was wrong. Herm cum tasted a lot worse than pussy juice. It tasted like a weird mixture of vinegar, milk, and barbeque sauce, and no matter how many times he swallowed, the taste was not going away.

“Something wrong?"

Marius gulped. He rubbed the tears from his eyes, then jabbed a finger at the crimson rocket. “That's wrong! You…you forced that monster all the way into my freaking throat!"

“Maradi can't release without properly entering their mate, human."

“I'm just a visitor! How many times do I have to say that?" Marius drawled out. “Your hunters kidnapped me. Then you had this weird greeting ritual that offered me no chance to voice out my thoughts. Why couldn't we just talk about things? Have a discussion, like friends? Eat something other than…whatever you put in my mouth?"

“Words are…how do you humans say it? Redundant?"

“Yeah. Redundant. Like all this perverted crap you put me through."

“Mrrhm," the maradi growled. “More words A lick or a sniff can tell me more about you than words ever can."

“Don't start licking me. Please. You told me…" Marius weighted his words. “I did what you wanted, right? Now please, let me go. I just want to go home."

The maradi walked towards the exit. “Is not maradi custom to let visitors into the jungle on an empty belly. Seat yourself. I will bring you something to eat. Maybe that will keep you from drooling inside my hut."

Marius didn't apologize for being treated so improperly. He crawled over to the stump, then waited for the maradi to leave. Insupportable creature. The books forgot to mention the sexual craves of these being. Marius still had the foul odor trapped in his mouth. With his elbows rested on the table, he looked around the hut, trying to distract himself until the maradi returned with a tray carrying two pieces of roasted meat. Those couldn't be so easily ignored. Marius tucked right in, ripping into the juicy chunks with the efficiency of a starved beast. Juices filled his mouth, tasty and nice compared to the previous things he feasted on.

“You like meat," the maradi said, nostrils flaring lazily to take in the scent of the food.

“Mhm," Marius chewed with gusto. After he swallowed, he paused before taking the next bite. “You used seasoning. Where did you get it?"

“The jungle provides everything we need."

“Forgive me for assuming, but this doesn't taste like an indigenous product."

The hyena's hackles twitched. “Do you think we're thieves, human?"

“No. I just…" Marius waved in dismissal. “Leave it. Just a stupid assumption anyway."

After he ate most of the meal, Marius refreshed himself with a few mouthfuls of water. Two other maradi came in to clean the table. Their leader spared no glance. Shi got onto hir feet, naked as shi was, and stretched a hand towards a confused Marius.

“What's this for?"

“Take it."

“Are you going to lead me out now?"

The hyena smiled. They walked together around the hut in a very taunting sort of way. Marius wondered about all sorts of scenarios, but he didn't quite expect what came next.

“Here."

“Here?" he looked around, noticing a predator's pelt just behind. “I don't really like cats."

“It's not the hide I'm interested in, human."

“Pretty sure it's not my charming good looks either."

The maradi leaned closer to his ear, so close in fact that the heat became infuriatingly itchy. Marius fought to remain still. He didn't want another errant thought to escape upon his tongue, so he waited, watching, feeling the hyena's breath descend along his neck, his arm, then lower, and lower, until that curious muzzle pointed straight at his concealed gender.

“You aren't planning what I think you're planning, right?"

“And how would a human know?" the maradi's hands grabbed around the edges of his cargo shorts. “You disregarded our customs and became enraged after I taught you."

“That wasn't a lesson I was ready to partake in, and this…this is wrong. It's-“

The pants fell down in one single swoop, forcing Marius to bite the insides of his cheeks. He was exposed. Dirty. Sweaty. Naked before one of the finest noses in the animal kingdom.

And the maradi seemed to enjoy every bit of that. Marius watched with a mixture of fear and disgust how that twitching black nose inhaled the potent smell oozing from his crotch. The maradi's nose touched his tip. It was cold. Wet, unlike the hot air blowing out. Marius had no idea what to do. He was limp, just like his cock, waiting for the maradi to fulfill hir curiosities. After the third sniff, shi slid along his sweaty balls, pushing and rubbing into them.

Marius flinched. It tickled, but he wasn't about to say that out loud, so he waited, hoping the Maradi would be done soon.

Instead, that warm tongue poked out, rolling along his loose sack to clean every trace of musk and sweat.

“Gnnhhhh…" Marius tensed. “Why…why are you doing this?"

“Your smell is very enticing, human…especially here," the hyena rolled hir tongue up, then swirled a few times around the human's covered tip. The heat was more intense than anything the jungle offered so far, and the feel of something so soft around his cock made Marius doubt his resilience.

“S-stop. Please stop."

“Or what?" the maradi slurped at the tip. “You're fertile. Strong. Healthy. It would be a shame to keep your seed inside."

Seed…that was something he hadn't spilled in a while. With all the Safari plans and the excitement, Marius forgot about the most intense reward a male could get.

“Fuck…" he grunted softly. “Not now…not now…"

“Mrrrr…" the maradi massaged his balls in a hand while hir tongue licked around the shaft. “You're growing."

“It's just…gaaaah…just…" Marius face contorted with lust. Fuck, the harder he got, the better that tongue felt. Instead of a grunt of disgust, he let out a trembling moan, hardening like stone under the touch of the maradi's eager tongue.

“Beautiful," the hyena licked around one last time. “Strong. Eager to spill," shi pulled back to admire hir work. “Looks like you're ready."

“Ready for what?" Marius blurted out.

He got his answer faster than he anticipated. The maradi turned around, then leaned forth, tail raised to expose hir curvaceous hips. Between those rested something every male dreamed of penetrating. A nice hot cave where even the most resilient of males would spill their essence sooner or later. Even Marius had troubles restraining the urge, cock twitching angrily with each pounding heartbeat.

It was gross. Too wet, too smelly for his tongue.

But how would that passage feel around his cock? Walls of flesh, filled with delicious lubrication that allowed him to slide so delicately inside until he was smothered by their hot, clamping embrace…

“Put yourself in me, human."

“I…" Marius licked his lips. “I am…I'm…"

“Aroused. I know. I've tasted you. Take me. Thrust as deep as you wish, mate me as hard as you want, fill me with your life giving seed."

Marius' cock burned with lust. Fuck, this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Like a horny teenager, Marius grabbed around the maradi's waist, then aligned his cock to that wet, drippy pussy. He was going to fuck for the first time. Gods, it was really going to happen.

Marius put his head against the maradi's rift, then spread her open with a tentative thrust. His head parted her walls, inviting him into the hottest shelters he had the pleasure of braving so far.

“Auuuurrggghhh," Marius' whole face contorted under the rippling wave of pleasure that traversed his hardening cock. From the moment he entered, the maradi started gripping at his shaft, massaging Marius from all sides. He was inside a living being that wanted him more than his own hand ever did, and this sensation felt beyond anything he imagined.

Marius slinked inside. God, it felt so good to be inside a female. He never realized how deep he truly went until his heavy balls touched something hot and moist. Marius gritted his teeth, grunting, trembling and jerking.

“Too good…it's…aaaaah, feels too good…"

“Thrust, human. Breed!"

The maradi's growl spurred Marius into action. He pulled back, then thrust back in. Dribbles of liquid head trailed down his sack like snakes while his cock sheathed yet again, rubbing along the maradi's perfectly lubricated tunnel. It wasn't tight nor loose, just the right size for his cock. And Marius enjoyed that more than he ever expected. Straining to breathe, he curled his fingers for a better grip, leaned over the hyena's back, then started thrusting faster.

The pleasure picked up, as did the heat. His cock speared in and out of the maradi's pussy, creating squelching splurts that aroused Marius even more. He was inside for ten seconds, and he already felt on the brink of exploding. The way flesh kneaded around his cock felt exquisite, and to make things worse, his foreskin rolled further back with each thrust, exposing his incredibly sensitive head to the blissful heat burning within the hyena's sanctuary.

Marius thrust, slapping his loins against the Maradi's, pushing hir bushy tail out of the way. His cock felt so hard. So ready to erupt.

“Grrruuunnffff," Marius's veins bulged along his temples. That last thrust took his foreskin out of the way, laying his head bare before the onslaught of pleasure. In and out, he rubbed hard along the maradi's gripping muscles, bringing himself closer and closer to release. “I can't hold it in. I can't…mrrrffff…"

“Don't speak foolishness. You barely entered."

“I'm close. Graaaah, so close!"

The maradi's growl made it all worse. All that rising fear heated Marius' blood even more, making his cock extra sensitive. Marius embraced the hyena with all the strength he had, then thrust harder and quicker, slapping his balls under hir soaked rift and pounding her with all he had. He grew weaker, harder, hotter until his cock bloated with more load than he could possibly hold inside. A few drops squirted, paving the way for the first spurt. Marius felt tears travel down his cheeks. His crotch burned with seething agony. He felt tight. So intense. So hot!

He clenched his jaws, trembling from every inch of his body.

“Graaaaaaaah!" Marius squeezed his teary eyes shut as the first spurt traveled along his shaft. He exploded within the maradi like a raging volcano, throwing spears of thick milky seed into the deeper reaches of hir cunt. It felt so incredibly good, even if the milking motion of the muscles wasn't working at the greatest capacity. Spurt after spurt, Marius emptied himself, forcing his muscles to drain every drop he held within his sack.

“That was it?"

Marius panted. For him, this was a mating unlike any other. A dream he couldn't wake up from.

“Thrust, human."

“I'm…" Marius wet his mouth. “I'm done."

“You're what?"

“I gave it to you…"

A savage shove sent him stumbling out of that delightful little shelter. His cock broke loose, splattering lines of seed on the ground.

“Arrrghhh…"

“That wasn't a mating. It was an insult!" The maradi's hands gripped him like a restraining jacket. “It is great shame when the male puts his needs above the female. You, the lowest of the low spent your seed before your time. I couldn't even reach my first, and you emptied everything inside me!"

“I'm sorry. I-“

“Don't even speak," the maradi growled in his face. “I'll show you how a real male breeds."

“Please don't. Please…unnngffff!" Marius' words turned into a groan as he was slammed and bent over the table. He felt something down there. Something hard searching for…

Oh no…not there. Not like this!

Before he had any chance to voice out his desperate thoughts, the maradi pushed hir hardened cock through, spearing through Marius' tight hole like a spear cutting through a block of cheese.

“Fraaaaaaaah! It hurts. It huuuuurts!"

“Think I care?" the hyena's cruel pole retreated. “Did you think about me when you selfishly burst before your time?"

Shi obliterated the human's words with a quaking thrust that made Marius' cheeks shudder in pain. Tears welled within his eyes. Tears of agony. Spread over the table, Marius was taken like a bitch. Actually, it was worse than that. Bitches had a proper hole to take their suitors. Marius was nowhere near as elastic or ready for a maradi's fully engorged cock. The thing felt like a mace inside him, hard, unyielding, spreading him apart with lashes of hot pain.

The maradi never slowed down. Shi kept pounding the only hole it had while one hand kept Marius' head sideways on the table and the other grabbed at his balls not with the gentle grip he saw earlier, but with the same grueling cruelty he experienced now.

“Please. Pleeeaseeeee!" he screamed from atop his lungs.

“Shut it. I'm going to give it to you just like you gave it to me. Faster than you can say seed!"

Marius howled. His balls got mashed together like snacks in a compressed bag, desperate to escape the hyena's grasp. Up above, his arsehole was on the verge of rupturing from the pressure exerted around its rim. The maradi not only got hir cock inside. Shi wanted to knot him into oblivion. Each pounding thrust forced the hole to part wider and wider, until a shattering push caused that bulbous mass of bloated flesh to plop inside.

Colored stars appeared in front of Marius' eyes. Then pain. Unbearable amounts of ice cold pain. With hir knot secured, the maradi burst inside him with unrelenting ferocity. Marius felt the lashes of seed tickling at his insides. They were weak, barely noticeable compared to the shattering pain spreading around that oversized knot. His flesh was so stretched, it was a miracle it managed to keep itself together. Every time the maradi spurted, hir cock widened just a bit, applying even more pressure onto the strained muscles.

Marius cried in shame, pain, and agony. He never felt so humiliated or hurt in his life. The feel of seed inside him felt worse than any bully. Worse, something broke within him. His muscles heaved, and with a heavy clamp they sent his own seed out a second time, dribbling in weak gushes from his limp cock. He didn't feel pleasure. The maradi stole that from him. With each breath, each heartbeat, each spurt, fresh reserves of pain flared within his hole, adding to the maradi's maniacal laughter.

“You're so tight, little human. So warm and tight. Think I'll remain inside you for a while."

No...his muscles would rupture, the fissures would bleed, and none of these maradi would lift a finger to help him. Was this how Marius would meet his end? At the oozing tip of a maradi's cruel cock?

It certainly seemed so until a storm of primal force darted inside the hut. The table supporting the bulk of Marius' weight tilted to the side, and he fell along with the maradi on the hard ground. The pain made his head spin, and for a few moments he blinked in bewilderment. Objects flying around the hut, blurs of white everywhere, growls and yowls screaming in his ears. Was he going crazy?

Marius had no time to figure that out. Within the next moment he was pulled up by an unseen force and stormed out of the building. The bridge extended above him. Two hunters pointed at him with their spears.

Marius wanted to run, but he couldn't move a finger. The force ran along the bridge, approaching the hunters with unmatched speed. Then, just before the maradi collided with Marius, the force leaped off the bridge. The ground approached frighteningly fast. Marius squeezed his eyes shut. He was going to die, wasn't he?

Thump!

The solid impact made his eyes snap open. He was on the ground, moving inexplicably fast. Trees passed by in a blur, ferns blew out of the way. He moved faster than any bus, and his pain addled mind could hardly explain how. Frozen stiff and scared shitless, Marius could only look how the jungle itself gave way before the unseen force that grabbed him. It had a shape. Beneath his trembling legs was something akin to muscles, and if he strained hard enough he could hear ragged huffs. Marius dared to look down, and when he saw the same white he noticed back in the hut, he looked right ahead, terrified of what he might uncover.

The journey ended when the force slowed down. Marius found himself shoved into the ground. The impact wasn't strong, just annoying. He spat the debris from his mouth, then froze when a wave of warmth descended upon the back of his neck. It almost felt like…breathing. A wince escaped the human's trembling lips. Not again...not so soon after-

“Grrrrrhhhh…"

That didn't sound like a maradi's growl. Something was sniffing him. Something big. When it touched his naked butt, Marius rolled around, coming face to face with the biggest, meanest, most frightening creature he saw in his life.

“Graaaah!"

“Nrrrrhhh…" the creature rumbled in response.

The white tiger –if it could be called that way- didn't budge an inch, its amber eyes fixed on Marius. They didn't remain there for long though. With no other reaction to challenge it, the creature brushed along the human's naked belly, tickling his skin with its nose until it reached his maleness. Marius tensed. No man ever wanted to have that particular part so close to huge sharp teeth. The tiger brushed around, turning his cock around, sniffing his balls, pushing into his crotch.

“Don't…" Marius whimpered. “I'm hurt. I'm…"

The tiger drew in a sharp breath. Its amber eyes half lidded for a moment. Then came the snarl. Four sharp fangs bigger than his hand dribbled with sticky saliva outside his arm's reach. The animal's breath reeked, and Marius was convinced it would soon smell of his flesh. There was no way something this big was going to let its prey escape.

Marius closed his eyes. He needed a plan. To think. But it was hard to when this white bringer of death sniffed and touched wherever it wanted. After its reaction subsided, it returned to his seed coated cock. It definitely had an unhealthy obsession with his crotch, sniffing and even licking a couple of times. Marius tried not to focus on his exposed balls receiving the first taste of a predator's tongue. He needed a weapon. Stones. Or maybe a stick. Something to poke the creature's nose with.

He shifted through the jungle's floor, grabbing two stones in one hand and a stick in the other. Marius clutched them tight, then opened his eyes to see the tiger's obvious gender twitch with obvious need right above his cock. A strings of translucent slime fell upon his flaccid member, giving him a taste of the beast's pussy before the tigress pushed down onto his cock.

Marius shivered. It was so warm, so wet.

And so freaking terrifying to have a tiger's ass onto his crotch. The creature mewled with need, pushing the ground with her great paws. The sight of her claws added a new layer of fear to Marius' scrambled mind.

“Back off!" he threw the stones one by one, barely bending the creature's fur. When that failed, he poked with the stick, ramming into the tiger's sturdy back with pitiful swings. It didn't feel a thing, which was an amusing twist considering how his own cock refused to stir. The beast pushed, grinded, squelched with need, failing time and time again to penetrate herself upon the unresponsive member.

The tigress growled, clearly frustrated. Marius bent forward. He sunk two fingers into her needy rift, and she immediately squeezed him tighter than a friend's embrace, roaring louder than any ordinary tiger. Marius wanted to pull back, yet the shudder induced by her roar made his fingers curl and prod at her much too sensitive flesh. A huff burst from the tigress' throat. She pushed herself back, sinking all the way to the knuckles, trembling and moaning with primal fury.

For a split second, Marius wondered if this was the right thing to do. Give the beast what she wanted. Her desperation was none too obvious. Heated flesh kneaded around his fingers, trying to pull him deeper. She was unbearably wet too. Maybe if he…bargained with her, she would let him leave.

Maybe.

Instincts never handled incertitude very well, and Marius was very, very afraid. He yanked his fingers out in a spurt of wet, sticky strings, scrambled onto his legs, and ran as fast as his trembling legs allowed. He winced, and groaned, and moaned, each stride reconstructing the thrusts that split his ass apart. Marius blocked the pain. Survival above comfort. Strength above weakness. He had to run. To flee. To live!

He blinked, and the next thing he saw was the indomitable shape of a tree. Marius couldn't stop. Dazed by pain, he ran head first into it, blacking out before he could even blink.

After the incident, everything returned to normal. Marius woke up inside his sixteen D room. He had the ceiling above, the bed under his butt, and four comfortable walls to protect him from savage predators.

Too bad he had nothing for crazily vivid dreams. Marius rubbed his aching forehead. That was quite a dream to give him this kind of headache.

“How long did I even sleep?" Marius looked out the window to see the orange hues of sunset. “A few hours. Felt like a freaking eternity."

Marius flipped onto the ground, and when he did, it was hard to ignore his obvious nakedness. Half aroused cock glistening ominously. Clumps of black hairs held together with hardened arousal. Even the literal pain in the butt returned to pound into him with the same ferocity as his headache.

“Gaaaaah…" Marius let loose a monstrous sigh. “It was real? How in nine hells did I get from jungle to this?"

There were no signs of dirt on the floor. Whoever brought him here must have been a ninja.

Or maybe a huge-ass tigress with superpowers.

Marius rubbed his temples again. There was no such nonsense as magic. He was a grown man, and if he had any wits in his head, he would have remained with the group instead of wandering into the jungle like a lunatic.

“Well…guess I learned from that mistake. I'd better take a shower. Can't go down there looking like a perverted Tarzan."

Marius jumped into the shower. Hot water felt like God's tears falling down on him. Soooo good, so relaxing, so…arousing. His thoughts shifted through the day's events to get to that tigress once again. She was huge, yes. Scary, yes. But she was also inexplicably attractive. She wasn't just an animal, but a force of nature that saved him from that cruel maradi. Marius pressed his jaws together as he remembered how wet she was under the tail. She was a smoldering bonfire. No, a waterfall of lust all too eager to bathe him with its warmth.

Marius closed his eyes. Warmth. Heat. Seed… Yes, he too had something to offer inside his plump balls. Something as warm and precious as the tigress' dripping arousal.

A spike of pleasure traversed his spine, forcing a soft groan out of the human's throat. Marius' eyelids scrunched tighter. What if he put his cock inside instead of the fingers?

“Maaarrhhh…" he shivered with need. “That feels so warm…"

He thrust a few more times, savoring the only sensitive spot of such a fierce predator. He was getting closer, harder, tighter.

Marius opened his eyes. There was no tiger before him, just the walls of the shower. He looked down at his cock. It was fully hard, throbbing within his grip. What in the world was he doing with his hand around his cock?

“I'm turning into them. Into maradi. What the heck? I don't wanna be like them!" Marius said with conviction. He put the showerhead above his head, then flipped the cold switch all the way. A blizzard engulfed him, cold and raw. Now he could think clearer.

After he left the shower, Marius went down to the lobby. Of course he ran into Penya. The day wouldn't be complete without the usual dose of douchebagery. Marius begrudgingly allowed that fat, slimy hand to wrap around his neck and went with the flow. He was too tired to care about this crap. And when one had no more fucks to give, time passed quickly. Dinner went in a flash, and the card game? Marius pretended to be present, but his mind was lost in the jungle.

When the next day arrived, Marius got his explorer clothes on. Comfortable shirt, a clean pair of cargo shorts, and a supply bag with all the essentials. Together with the group, he went into the jungle. Most of the guys complained about the heat and humidity, while he still tried to keep a straight face on every time he took a larger step.

“Jungle hurts, eh?" Penya came from the side. “What's that on your shoulder, cabron?"

Marius glanced left. Somebody planted a tarantula baby on his arm. Penya's friend, probably. He wasn't impressed. Slowly, he picked the spider and put it safely on the nearest tree.

Penya wasn't happy. His fat hand came down like a hammer of retribution, impacting so hard with Marius' head that his vision blurred for a moment.

“Where's my scream bitch? You owe me a scream!"

“I'm not…afraid…of spiders…" Marius grunted in pain.

“Yeah," Penya picked his head up. “You're just afraid of everything. Hey Gonzalo, look at this," Penya ruffled his hair, then started making faces. “My name's Marius wussy pussy, named by my faggot dad after my other dad!"

“Hey Penya…" Marius said.

The fat boy's grip tightened. “Did you just call my name, hijo de culo?"

“Are you religious?"

“I'm what? Puta marica, I'm gonna slap you so hard I'll send you straight to heaven."

Marius didn't answer with his mouth. He answered with his foot, boot slamming into Penya's eggs so hard they hatched.

“Grooooooooohhh!" the fat boy's eyes bugged out a second before he dropped on the ground. “Dios miooooo, coma mierda puta maricaaaaaaa!"

“What happened?" Marquez inquired.

“He fell," Marius answered. “Got scared by a tarantula."

“Yeah, cause that marica busted his balls. I saw him."

“Foul play, marica."

“Where did you learn that, culo? From your faggot dad?"

Marius looked at them, all snarling and growling like a pack of vicious wolves. He was too tired to deal with any of this shit. He whirled on his feet, dashing into the jungle, ignoring everything that came his way just like the first time.

The voices lessened as the pain increased. Marius couldn't keep his pace for long. He slowed down, using the trees as a crutch to put more distance between himself and the rest of the group. Marquez might have been a people pleaser and the group might have been made of idiots, but some of Penya's friends would surely come looking for revenge.

“Gah," Marius propped himself against a tree. “Think…think I'm far enough."

“Are you?" a feminine voice swirled upon the wind.

“What the-“ Marius looked around. There was nothing. He face-palmed. “I'm imagining things. Freaking pain…"

“Don't doubt your instincts so quickly. They're not going to lead you astray."

“Yeah?" Marius looked around. “Then who am I talking to? The wind? The ferns? The trees?"

Something approached. Marius rounded the tree, and the tigress' lips lifted over the snowy tips of her fangs, her clear laughter flowing like a warm breeze over his ears.

“What the…"

“Who," the tigress said. “You know me, Marius."

“How do you…" he paused. Obviously they met. Marius just had to remember where and when. He started with her head. Nothing gave him any indication on who she was. Her features were that of a feral tiger built to match the proportions laid upon by her anthropomorphic body. She had breasts, good sized, not melons but neither apples, and she was also completely and utterly naked. The only things she wore were a pair of bracelets around her wrists. She had the same on her ankles, the golden metal twisting around in intricate patterns. Yet Marius didn't linger on metal for long. Like any male, his attention was drawn to the tigress gender, that sublime speck of pink so carefully nestled amidst a sea of snow.

“See anything you like?"

“Erm…ahem…" he drew his voice. “Yeah. I do. Hard not to when you're naked."

“You are brave," the tigress paced around with a smile on her face. “Not many humans are so direct during our first encounters."

“I just kicked my bully in the nuts. That tends to give you quite a rush."

“Mrrrr…perhaps it does. Of course I never experienced something so brutal between my legs before."

“So that's why we're here? To share creepy sex stories?" Marius grabbed the strap of his backpack. “If that's the case, I'm not interested."

The tigress placed her warm hand upon his just as he turned around. “Wait."

Marius sighed. “I don't know you, and I have to get back to the group. If you want to find your friend or whatever, I suggest-“

Another hand joined in, and before he could finish his sentence, Marius was turned around, forced to stare into the tigress' blazing eyes. There was something familiar about that intense shade of amber. Something primal.

Marius' own eyes widened with the shock of discovery. “Graaaah! You're the pervert that tried to rape me in the jungle!"

“I'm a what?" the tigress frowned.

“Pervert!" Marius thrashed. “Get your hands off me. I'm not into whatever crazy things you're concocting inside that fuzzy head right now!"

“Calm yourself!" the tigress' demeanor turned from playful to fierce with a single snarl. “I am the same tigress, and I admit to have been a little rougher than I intended, but please, hear me out for a moment."

“An apology. Good," Marius winced. “Can you…maybe do something about these hands of yours before you have to apologize for victimizing me?"

“I can't let you leave, human. I've got need of you."

“Obviously. If I was some random bum, you wouldn't be scratching me like a freaking tree!"

“Stop whining. I barely got my claws out. Are you going to listen to me or not?"

“Do I have a choice?" Marius smiled meekly.

“No," the tigress said. Her grip receded only so she could shove him on the ground. Marius fell, and the tigress jumped on him, her waist aligning with his in a very convenient way.

“Oh jeez. Don't tell me you'll continue that thing…"

“That thing is called mating, and you are going to help me with it."

“Wh…" Marius cringed as an unsheathed claw ran along his shirt, cutting every button on the way to his pants. “Can't you just finger yourself? Use this claw to-“

His cargo shorts snapped open with frightening efficiency.

“You're going to mate me, human, and the only choice you have is tied to your equipment. Are you going to do it with all that weight strapped on your back, or be free?"

“Wait. Just wait a second!"

She really wasn't the patient kind. Pinning his arms one at a time, she threw the backpack into a tree, then tugged on the shirt.

“No! You're going to rip it!"

“Take it off now."

“No!"

Her claws came out, tearing through the shirt like it was nothing while Marius blinked in shock and awe.

“You've…you…"

The tigress pulled his cargo shorts down, then sat on his cock, forcing a groan from the human's throat.

“Look at me, human."

“No…I'm not going to just roll with this!"

“Look at me!" the tigress bared her fangs.

“And see what?" Marius opened his eyes. “If you want to rape me, then just do it. Don't be like that fucking maradi who put me through six stages of hell before ramming it up my ass."

A softer growl left her throat. “I am sorry for the pain you had to endure…"

“Yeah? How sorry, exactly?" Marius pressed on. “If you feel so bad, you wouldn't be standing right on top of me like I'm your damned puppet."

“But I want you to be mine, Marius. You are smart, and brave, and my only desire is to-“

“Cut the crap. Just…just cut it. You're no different than the others, beating and taunting and laughing at me for a bit of entertainment. If you want to screw me, then do it, alright? Do it already!"

Neirana's eyes shimmered with confusion. She seemed conflicted. Torn apart by her thoughts. A strange moan left her throat, then she rolled on the ground, coming on Marius' right.

“You…aren't going to…?"

“No," she loosened a growly sigh. “The need is churning inside me like a storm, getting harder to control with each passing day. I haven't mated in so long, and now that I got so close to satisfy this need, I…I lost control a bit."

“A bit…right… you call this a bit," Marius picked up the pieces of his torn shirt.

“I didn't intend to hurt you, human, and I apologize if I did. Instincts are like anger is for you. Sometimes they just overpower who you are."

“Yeah…that happened to me when I kicked that asshole in the balls. Why are you in such a hurry though? The anthros I met can control themselves rather effectively. All minus the maradi I told you about."

“I'm something else, human. There is no time to explain. Your scent is so fertile. Each moment I spend so close to you increases the crave. Say yes, or…" the tigress scratched the ground with her claws.

“Dang…it's really serious. What happens if I put my fingers in you?"

“No!" she rolled on top of him, bringing her exposed teeth inches away from his face. “It's seed I need. Your seed. It is kindness that prevents me from taking what I need. Do not tempt me, human!"

“I…I…" Marius stuttered.

“Consent," she hissed, her breath warm and frightening. “I saved you from your captors, restrained my lust when it burned the hottest, and contained it long enough to bring you home. Can you not trust me? Are you blind to what I've done for you?"

Marius winced. Why did she have to be so unfair? There was no way he could refuse her now. Dirty, lust addled tigress…

“I'm…fuck, you got me dead to rights. I consent," he nodded stiffly. “Take whatever you want and just…just be done with it."

The tigress immediately settled into motion. She placed her warm hands upon his sweaty, naked body, grabbing and kneading while her wet lips searched for his member. When she finally found it, the female growled with need, clacking her jaws a few times. The tips of her claws pressed out of their sheath, but this time Marius didn't complain. Something else distracted him.

A male's worst nightmare. Though a feisty tigress was grinding herself against him, his cock refused to stir within her soaked embrace. The heat that took over his mind during the shower was vividly absent from this particular scenario, replaced by the unneeded chill of fear.

“It's not growing," she snarled in annoyance, making the human look to the side. A wave of warmth fell upon his neck, then a wet, raspy sensation that made him shiver with even greater intensity. “I need it, Marius. You made a promise to me."

“It was…it was more like an agreement, alright? And I'm really…it's embarrassing as hell but I can't get it up."

“I shall ride harder then!"

That wasn't what he meant, but the tigress picked her pace nonetheless, squeezing with her drenched lips, rubbing her drippy sex all over his groin. Marius closed his eyes, focusing on the heat, the moisture, the pleasure of fucking a real female. But each thrust felt stiff. Unneeded. Unwanted.

Why was it so hard to enjoy it?

“Too fast?"

“No, no," Marius shook his head. “I'm not aroused. I'm…I want to help you, but…naaarrghhhh…" he groaned when her tongue returned upon his cheek. The tigress' beautiful eyes stared right at him, her exotic nose warming his sweaty face while her tongue slid over his lips. Marius grabbed around her neck. He sank his fingers into her warm, silky fur, and for the first time in ages, something stirred within his groin.

“Graarrhh…" she grazed at his neck in a maddening way.

“That feels so good…" Marius gasped. He grew within her, each throb filling his cock with riptides of pleasure. Three spurts of blood. That's all he needed to become the sensitive guy from the shower.

And the tigress took full advantage of that. Her grip tightened, fingers massaging around, teeth grazing along with the swift strokes of her tongue while her hips swung up and down with squelching bursts of maddening heat.

Marius scratched along her back. By all gods and demons, it felt intense to mate such a feisty creature. The tigress' pounding thrusts laid his head bare within seconds, grabbing at it with all they had while Marius panted and shivered from the sheer amounts of ecstasy washing through his rock hard cock. He was inside the fiercest, most beautiful predator he encountered, and the desire to flood her needy walls became more intense with each slapping thrust.

“I'm close…" he pushed his face into her neck, breathing deep into her scent. “Goooosh, I'm close…"

“Mrrrhhh…" her growl rang in his ears, not threatening, but pleasant and highly arousing. “Cum inside me. Loosen your seed. Fill me!"

Marius withstood the quickening thrusts until the pressure in his groin became unbearably hot. Then, at the height of his peak, he pushed into her with all he had, launching his seed through a lancing spurt of pure passion.

The tigress roared her immense pleasure. She climaxed as soon as her human came, unloading a fountain of heated juices upon his groin.

Marius gasped. Breath refused to enter his throat when his entire body convulsed with the bliss of ejaculation. His cock bloated repeatedly, shooting increasingly fat loads through her squirming tunnel. The tigress was so eager for this, she growled and moaned into his ear, her trembling teeth clutching the soft skin of his neck. She clamped down before each spurt, drawing the seed within her like a voracious predator that starved for month.

“Graaaaaarhh…" Marius kept thrusting with aching need. His balls tightened against his crotch, forcing more cum through his bloating shaft. “So good…feels…so good…"

The tigress's mighty roar descended into soft moans. She licked and grazed, treating her human with love and affection during the extraction of his potent gift.

Marius gave her everything, and even after he dribbled, he still remained inside, if only to be caressed by her for a while longer.

“Are you done?"

“Yeah," he grunted. “You can pull back."

The splash made them both chuckle. Sticky strings formed between their genders. The tigress swiped her pussy with a paw, then licked, purring heartily.

“What does it taste like?" Marius asked.

“Life," she dashed a long lick over his face. “Thank you. I won't forget you."

“No problem," Marius chuckled.

He kept silent as she got onto her feet. With her purpose solved, the tigress disappeared into the jungle. She looked one last time at him, and Marius smiled. She did stare for a bit too!

“I'll remember you too, pervy tigress, for all the good that will do. These kinds of moments...they don't tend to last long. Guess we have something in common, hah."

Marius wiped himself as best as he could, then put on his cargo shorts. Good thing the button still worked. The same couldn't be said about his shirt. It was in tatters, so he had to come up with a convoluted lie on how a bird took a huge dump on him while he made his water in the bushes.

The day ended too quickly. In his bed, Marius kept thinking about the tigress. He knew her for what, a few hours? Why was he so attracted to her? As much as he tried, the young human couldn't quite figure it out. Perhaps it was the allure of a foreign species. Or maybe a subconscious bond formed between them after the tigress saved his life. Whatever the case was, Marius suffered.

As soon as the sky lightened with the coming of morning, Marius went into the jungle to search for the perverted tigress. He scoured the area for half a day, took a break, then continued his search.

Nothing. She seemed to have vanished as suddenly as she appeared and Marius' hopes dwindled with each passing day until the fateful moment of his departure arrived. He was all shades of angry when he got back on that bus, and Penya talked on and on about his future plans. Where he was going to work, who he was going to fuck, what house he was going to get. Everything revolved around him. In the front, Marquez lightened up the atmosphere with a few jokes, but nobody cared about basic biology, least of all science. The guys in the back partied as hard as they did during the trip here, the ones in the middle looked out the windows or worked on their phones like a bunch of zombies, and the ones in the front talked and laughed louder than a broken stereo system.

Marius' patience was put through the harshest of trials. The first bit of the trip was easy. It was during noon that he started to simmer underneath his shirt. The plains lost their allure, the vegetation seemed drained of its luster. The noise was more annoying than a broken tractor, and even the air in the bus seemed to reek of Penya.

“Yeah. And after I finish college, my dad's gonna buy me a new flat, or hell, maybe a whole house. Having troubles deciding where to get it though."

“The city is cool."

“Nah cabron, fucking hate that place. I'm gonna settle on the coast," Penya said.

“Tornadoes are gonna give you a hard time."

“Hurricanes, you idiot. Sucked your way through the classes or what?"

“Why don't you ask your mother about that?"

Penya laughed like a pig. It was funny when his friends said these jokes, but if an outsider dared to get between him and family…well, suffice to say Marius never considered that.

“Was thinking of settling farther south, where there's snow and shit. Only one problem though."

“No fast foods?"

“No bikinis, stupid maricon!" Penya drawled out. “Up your jokes before I slap the shit out of you."

“I'm sorry man. I just…you know I've got nothing, and you keep talking about your situation, rainbows and unicorns. I don't get that shit."

“Maybe I'll hire you as my maid, bro."

“Or maybe you'll finally grow a brain."

Penya went livid. “What the hell did you say to me, pube hairs?"

Marius ignored him.

“Get off."

“Dude, leave him. He's a loser."

“Get off the chair right now!"

“Keep to your seat, son."

“Culo de puta! You don't tell me what to do, bitch! My dad can fire your ass faster than you can blink."

“Your dad again?" Marius turned towards that slab of fat. “Come on. Call him. Get your daddy to fix this problem."

“I'm gonna kill you!" Penya's face contorted with rage.

Marius wasn't afraid, not because his greatest bully had a few guys and a teacher to get through, but because he no longer gave a fuck about Penya's shallow threats.

“You're nothing without your daddy, Penya. He can get you a house, a job, a car, a whore who's into fat guys, but you'll never be your own man. Your life will unfold in the most linear and boring way possible, and if you're lucky like the party guys in the back, you'll be too drunk to notice your mistakes."

“You'll live on the streets, puto cabron! You'll wipe my ass if I want you to! I'll ruin your life so badly that-"

“This is the only thing you can do, Penya. Petty threats, eating, and calling daddy. You're rich, yeah, but when you put it into perspective, you're nothing but a waste of space. Even your friend can attest to that."

A roar erupted in the bus. Some applauded Marius, others swore the crap out of him. The situation got so bad Marquez had to stop the bus.

And even then Marius didn't care. Life seemed so bleak all of a sudden. Boring even.

He arrived in the city at night, safe and unharmed. Marquez threatened with disciplinary action, but everybody knew what a lazy bastard he was. Even if the worst case scenario came to be, Marius still couldn't care less about school. That part of his life was over. He took a quick shower and jumped straight into bed to imagine the reason for this peculiar change. His fierce tigress, fierce and beautiful, coming once again to save him from the maradi's cruel cock during the bleakest moment of Marius' life. She came like a storm, protected him like a friend…mated him like a lover.

Marius fell asleep quickly with such pleasant memories soaring inside his head. His dream was strange in a good way. The tigress came to his room and flew him out of the city on her back. Marius soared over the tallest buildings, never knowing what absolute freedom meant until now, when the cold wind of the night slapped his cheeks and ruffled his hair. The tigress picked up speed. Though her paws had nothing but air underneath them, she ran like a storm, dashing out of the city. It wasn't long until the buildings gave way to the beautiful plains. They looked different from above. Clumped somehow. Marius stared at the sky. Cold stars glimmered in the clear sky. Only the moon matched their majesty, a perfect crescent that cast its dim light upon the vegetation below.

Marius looked below. The lush jungle appeared before his eyes. The tigress descended through the canopy, landed with a growl, then ran, allowing her nimble paws to do the rest. It was beautiful, to ride on the back of a mystical tiger. She oozed strength. Everything moved so quickly.

The tigress went deep into the jungle, to a part unknown to Marius. The tall shapes rising ahead were not trees, but mountains. The crashing sound of a waterfall soon reached his ears. The tigress leaped through the curtain of falling water, bursting into a secluded cave illuminated by glowing crystals.

Marius dismounted as soon as she stopped and took a quick look around. Though the cave was impressive, he had eyes only for the tigress. He rubbed her head, sinking his fingers through her fur until he reached her chest. The female purred in delight. With the help of her powerful paws, she dragged him onto the ground. It hurt a little to be dropped like a backpack upon solid stone, but the pain quickly dispersed under the strokes of a warm tongue. With his head propped onto the slick pads of a fore paw, Marius caressed his tigress while she licked his neck and purred into his ear. It was perfect…the most beautiful dream any man could have. Marius never wanted it to end, but he felt too calm, too tired, too…loved. His eyelids lazily dropped over his eyes, and the perfect picture of his dream dispersed into calming darkness.

At some point, Marius opened his eyes again, yet strangely enough, it wasn't the noise of the city that greeted him. Somewhere in the distance rumbled the pleasant crash of a waterfall, and he was sure something big blew gusts of air upon the back of his neck.

“Wh-“ Marius tried to get up. He was pinned. Pinned under a huge, white furred paw over his shoulder. He ran a hand along it, and he gasped.

This wasn't how his bed felt like.

“No way…" Marius whispered as he grabbed around the much too familiar paw. “I'm…I'm doing that dream within a dream thing!"

Marius was too excited to ponder. He put the paw aside, then carefully crawled out of the feline's embrace just so he could look upon her form. She was here, with him, in the sequel of a most beautiful dream. Marius crawled on the humid stone to get closer. Even when sleeping she radiated energy. He looked upon her features, then bent to kiss her right on that pink nose. Warm air rolled over his lips, stirring a longing in his chest.

“I'll let you sleep," Marius delicately ran his hand around her fluffy head. “but that doesn't mean I can't inspect you a little. You did the same, first time we met. Put that nose I just kissed straight into my…oh gosh," Marius chuckled. “I tasted my own pubes! I…wait," he paused. “It's a dream, so technically that didn't happen. Phew. Anyway, less words, more touchy touchy," he tickled a whisker, smiling as her lip pulled over to expose one of her canines.

Marius crawled alongside her belly. From this position, she was huge, at least half a size bigger than a normal tigress, with a strong body, agile limbs, and beautiful paw pads. Marius resisted the urge to touch them. He heard things about how sensitive paws were for cats. Besides, an even more alluring sight resided just within reach.

Marius approached her tail end. He knew how her pussy felt during that crazy escape plan he concocted, but he never looked at it from up-close. He placed a hand on the other side of her tail, then ducked his head closer to the ground so he could stare right at her sex.

“Beautiful…" whispered words oozed out of his mouth. Her slit had a slight oval shape to it. Unlike a human female, it was more narrow, yet not exactly thin. Her flesh was nice and puffy in the middle. No fur covered her flesh there, yet her gender was obscured by a slightly darker shade of tan around the edges. The fine strings of fur were wet and clumped together. Hard not to, when lips shuddered like vicious pudding. The base of her tail tensed with jerking motions, prompting her muscles to clench with soft, needy squelches.

Marius closed his eyes and took a deep breath from the haze of arousal draped around her sex. She had a strong smell, but in the good sense, and the human licked his lips, wondering how she tasted like.

“No…" he shook his head. “I can't…she's sleeping, for crying out loud. How would it feel if she came over to me?"

That thought tented his pants with vengeful lust. Beneath that wet layer of tan fabric hid a reckless beast born of lust and desire. Marius tried to subdue it, but it was an impossible task. With each throb, his determination dented. Why couldn't he taste her? She did, back in the jungle.

“A little lick," Marius pursed his lips. “Just a wee little kiss…"

Marius slid forward. Her smell taunted his senses. Her heat numbed his judgment. Closing his eyes, he connected his lips to hers, a hot shudder racing along both of their bodies.

“Mrrrhmmm…" Marius moaned as her suave taste trickled into his mouth. He kissed her again, feeling the delicate touch of her lips upon his own. She was so warm…so eager…

Marius licked along her slit. The tigress shuddered under his touch, and he kept his tongue there for a moment before he slid it all the way up to collect her nectar. Then, he pulled back, bringing the taste of life inside his mouth.

“Aaaahh…" he rolled out a long sigh. “It's so…it tastes of…"

He lapped again, then again, giving into the pressing urge that rammed inside his pants. He licked her pussy quickly and carefully, and when the desire became too strong, Marius pushed the tip of his tongue through her lips, stirring a rumble within the tigress' great chest.

“Gosh!" he pulled back, cleaning his wet lips. “What am I…what am I doing?"

The answer was right in front of his face. Marius stared at the kneading lips. More fluid oozed out than ever before, almost begging him to clean it.

The human puckered his lips to kiss the tigress upon the most bare and sensitive part of her anatomy.

“Mmmghhmmm…" he let his tongue pierce her insides while his lips sensually made out with the tigress'. She was burning inside, clenching like a clingy lover that just tasted the sweetness of an orgasm. Marius spread her gently. He pushed in only when she relaxed, and never blocked the flow of her nectar. The sticky juices made his mouth feel packed in strings. They didn't even taste that great, a mixture of sweet and sour akin to milk mixed with fruit juices, but to Marius her taste felt like the nectar of the gods. He slurped all he could while his lips converged around the squelching rift, prompting the muscles to squeeze around the intrusive tongue harder and harder until a sharp squirt speared into his throat.

Marius stumbled back to receive another hot load straight into the face. He gasped. More jets of clear fluids gushed out of the tigress' trembling sex, creating small streams on the glistening floor.

“Oh gods…" Marius licked her taste off his lips. What he had right now inside his mouth was sweeter than the lubrication he tasted, because it wasn't the same thing.

It was cum. Female cum, slurped straight from the source.

“I made her cum…I made her…"

The tigress rolled on her back. Her sex gaped, offering Marius a one in a lifetime look. She was deep, fleshy, and-

SQUIRT!

“Mrrghh," he shivered from the curtain of heat wrapping around his rock hard tip. “Close…too close…"

Marius left it there. He didn't have a strong desire to cum in his pants, so he went around the cave to see more of her home and hopefully take his mind off the perverted thoughts swirling inside his sweaty head.

The only problem was…everything was rather bare. The tigress' shelter looked like any ordinary cave save for the glowing crystals placed around the walls or the bigger stalactites, which emitted a pleasant azure radiance like the sky during a full moon. They had no discernable power source or reason to glow. They just did.

“She must be a wizard or something like that…" Marius realized.

He sneaked along the walls for a bit to see if there were any secret doorways, but all he found was cave mould and weird smells.

So he walked back to her. In a way he wanted to rouse the tigress, but a wicked part of him desired to touch her wet folds one more time.

Marius crawled next to her thighs, then flexed his fingers. First he was going to see if she was truly asleep. Then, if luck allowed, he would maybe see how deep she was. He chose his index finger for the job, and slowly, he pushed it through her shuddering lips, amazed by how eager she was to take him inside.

“That is not the proper way to greet a female."

Marius fell on his back, sticky finger dashing a wet line along the already soaked stone. “What in the…" he looked around, more scared than aroused.

“Wondering how I can talk to you?" the voice spoke again.

“Y-yeah!" Marius said out loud. “I know it's your voice, but you're asleep. You're feral!"

“Are you sure, human?"

Marius mumbled something under his breath and went over to her head. The tigress amber gaze shifted to him, warm and pleasant, just like he remembered.

“Pet me," she said softly.

Marius chuckled. “What are you, a house cat? Look at you, all sleepy and adorable…"

Her ears twitched. “Pet me, and I will clear your doubts."

“Gaah," Marius dropped on his knees, hugging her huge head with both arms. “It's bloody hard to argue with you, know that?"

“I have my ways," the tigress purred with delight. She was so huge, so fluffy, so warm! And she started to nuzzle into his chest, of course.

“You really know what buttons to press," Marius smiled as warmth rushed along his sweaty skin.

“Your hands are doing an impeccable job too. Rrrrhhh," she rumbled softly. “I like your hands. They're very methodical. Could you get my paw?"

Marius grabbed one of her front ones, pushing his fingers into the squishy pads. Her claws came out for just a moment, then rolled back once she relaxed her paw.

“There we go. Tiger tickles have been successfully applied. Are you going to explain how your voice is hanging around my head while your mouth does this rrrrr arrrr rraarrrr things?"

“Can't a tiger purr without upsetting the human?"

“Oh, you can. It's just…" Marius sunk both hands into her thicker neck fluff. “You're too mysterious for your own good, kitty. I don't even know your name!"

“Neirana," the tigress licked along his arm.

“Pleased," Marius smiled wryly as hardened barbs rose the hairs on his body. “Maybe skip the lick part. You've got a really mean tongue."

Neirana flicked it around the air for a bit, making Marius cringe all the more. “There's barbs and weird stuff on that, kitty."

“Don't worry. Your hide is not that sensitive."

“Eeeek!" Marius snatched his arm back as that sneaky tongue brushed him again. “You're…that's it. I'm getting your tail for that one."

Neirana rolled on her back. Sneaky mink. She knew how weak males became with a wet crevice twitching in front of them.

“I believe you wanted to touch me?" Neirana mewled enticingly. “Go on…there is a certain spot you seemed quite fond of."

“That's…you dreamed, kitty. I'd never put my lips on something so dirty, so wet, so… gah…you know what? Change of plans," Marius grabbed her hind paws and pushed his fingers between her own. “We're going with these."

Tigers made some very interesting noises when tickled. Neirana must have liked the hard massage he applied with the pads of his palm. He kneaded her paws as if they were dough, claws rolling in and out of their sheaths. Contrary to her rather desperate vocalizations, Neirana didn't fight back too hard, and Marius found out why when a sharp squirt splashed onto his pants.

“Holy…" he drew back, noticing her vent spasming quickly. “Was that what I think it was?"

“I haven't peaked if that's what you're asking."

“Felt like that. Looks like it too…" Marius flung off the stickiness, tensing with lust. His cock was still hard, damnation take it.

“Rrrrr…perhaps you should take a closer look."

Marius crossed his arms. “Weren't you suggesting a less intrusive approach?"

“That's true…" Neirana rolled on her back. “Shame. I wanted something inside me."

“Good things come to those who wait."

“Which is what you will be doing," the tigress got onto her feet. “Admire my den for a moment. It takes me a bit of time to shift."

“Why can't I come with you? You brought me to your creepy cave. Or put me into some kick-ass dream."

“It isn't a dream, human," the tigress flicked her tail enticingly. “Wait here. I'll return shortly."

“Wait here. I'll return shortly," Marius imitated her voice on a silly tone. “Sure, leave the human behind. I'm lucky if I remain sane for the next minutes. Gosh, how can she do all these things?"

Marius seated himself on a boulder. Though he was curious as to how this shaman-wizard-whatever she was changed between shapes, he knew better than to barge in like an idiot. Perhaps it was wise to accept the unexplainable. How many flying tigresses were in the world, after all?

“Maybe I should put a tracking device on her," Marius twiddled his thumbs. “Use some tech. That's gonna be hard to do when my backpack is a five hundred miles away from home. That's stupid. Really really stupid. Though tasting her takes the freaking cake. Why in the world have I done that?"

Marius flinched when he spotted her form.

“Oh, hey. You've been gone so long I started talking to myself. Discard whatever you heard. It's just nonsense."

“All of it?"

“All of it," Marius turned towards her. She was looking as glorious as she did back in the jungle. “You look great."

“Perhaps…" Neirana approached. “You haven't seen everything I can do."

“Nor do I want to when everything that counts is right in front of my eyes," Marius pointed at her muzzle, then went over her features, one at a time. “Eyes, ears, breasts, gender, tail…yep, it's all there."

“You amuse me," the tigress pointed towards two good sized boulders. “Sit."

“I just did."

“Sit again. Shifting without a proper meal in my belly makes the ground spin."

Marius went over to help her, but she quickly dismissed his gesture. Strong, independent female she was.

Marius made himself comfortable. He waited for Neirana to take a seat, then stared at her. Somehow, he had a harder time touching her. In feral form, she was a bit wilder, but now she seemed like that beautiful girl that seemed too good for him.

“Something bothers you," Neirana dragged him against her chest. “Tell me, human."

Marius smiled. Did he just get access to her boobs for free?

“Erm, I was wondering…wondering about who you are, where you come from, things like that. Who are you, oh beautiful tigress who eats maradi for breakfast and flies over the world in search of humans to sodomize?"

Neirana laughed, her version of laughter a bit growlier than what a normal human female would produce. “I haven't mistreated you yet."

“Sure you did," Marius rubbed under her neck. “Back there in the jungle, when you rubbed your sticky hole all over my groin…that's called rape in my tongue."

“We call it mating," Neirana said.

“I weep for the poor males struck by your lust."

Neirana's purr vanished. “My last partner died a decade ago."

“Oh jeez. I'm sorry. That was a terrible joke."

“No, it's quite alright. I know much about you, yet you still have so many questions about me."

“Up for some answering?" Marius tickled her chin.

“I'm just a feline who appreciates good company," her soft fingers stroke along the human's neck. “This is the short version to your first question. The longer one is complicated."

“My life is pretty tangled too," Marius closed his eyes to enjoy her silky touch. “My parents divorced when I started high school and I had to live on my own ever since. My people…they're weird, Neirana. They dull their minds with alcohol, choke themselves on smoke, or risk their lives for stupid thrills. They have no goals, no objectives. It's just a constant hunt for personal acquisitions."

“You're different."

He chuckled. “Weird is what you mean. Nobody really liked me for who I am at my core, and I…psh," Marius scoffed. “It's a stupid subject. You were about to teach me how to properly treat a female before I so rudely interrupted you."

Neirana smiled. She gave a fond lick over his forehead, purring into his ears.

“I like to be touched, rubbed, or caressed. When a human looks at me the way you do… it makes me feel more than wanted."

“Purry?"

“No. Loved," Neirana whispered. “I took advantage of you, Marius. You are right. For selfish reasons I forced you to spill your seed inside me. I do not wish to take back what I've done because our flawed choices brought us together. In your eyes, I see a sincerity that lacks in most humans. I see…"

“Desire," Marius approached closer to her muzzle, feeling her hot breath upon his face. “You fascinate me, Neirana. It just took me a bit to know why, but I see it now. You are kind, and good, and you've got a bit of a wild heart, but I have a thing for feisty females."

“Were there others?" Neirana asked. Her amber eyes glimmered with hope.

And Marius knew exactly what she wanted. “No," he said sincerely. “You took me before others could…and I'm so glad we met. You might be a perverted offspring of a feline, but I-“

The tigress couldn't hold herself back. She embraced Marius within her arms so hard his spine popped. Her purr flared like a bonfire, and her warmth was overpowering.

Marius closed his eyes, allowing their lips to meet for the first time. Soft, twitchy, with more whiskers than he could count. He kissed her just as he kissed her pussy, slowly pushing her moist lips out of the way to uncover her fearsome fangs.

Neirana mewled with desire. She licked at his lips like a dog lapping water, her feline anatomy not quite as mobile as a human's. It was cute, and warm, and wet. Marius allowed her to do her thing, then surprised her with one of his human tricks by pushing his tongue into her mouth,

Neirana growled at first, her beautiful eyes widening like a predator who just found his prey.

Marius wasn't afraid. He knew full well what this kitty was capable of, so he allowed his tongue to roll along the sharp edges of her teeth, then wash over her barbed, prickly tongue before tickling the roof of her mouth. Neirana hissed, then melted once their tongues embraced again. Her hands ran along his back, kneading with half unsheathed claws while she moaned and purred with gleeful delight.

Marius didn't wince. He was more focused to enjoy this magic moment. To taste a tigress so intimately was truly an exquisite experience.

“Wow…" Marius licked his lips once they broke apart. “I'm starting to have second thoughts about your tongue, kitty."

“It felt…wet," Neirana cleaned her own muzzle.

“Not as wet as you," Marius quipped. Neirana licked his neck, and he took the opportunity to amend those improper words. “The maradi have a custom, where the lower ranked males explore the female with all their senses. Touch…" he massaged her ears, one by one, descending between her breasts. “Smell…" Marius sank into her neck. “And taste…" he circled a nipple in a way that made the female tremble with need.

Her arms rushed around his head, hoisting him before her glowing eyes. “I want to mate with you, Marius. To taste your seed inside my womb, to feel your lips against mine…"

“And I desire to taste you upon my tongue for the very first time…"

“Second…"

“First. Don't argue. You'll ruin the moment."

“First then," Neirana rolled her tongue along the human's chin, then up his nose, until her barbs straightened his raven colored locks.

“Don't eat my hair please…you'll end up coughing hairballs."

“Lay on your back, Marius. I know the proper way to take you…"

“But…I thought I was going to be the one to-“

“Rrrr…" she blocked his lips with her own. “Forget the maradi. You are mine as I am yours. If you want to touch, touch. If you want to lick, lick. I will not reap the benefits of your love without offering anything in return."

“You changed…"

Neirana tilted her head, and Marius gave her the broadest of smiles. “You're even more perverted than the last time!"

He met the ground for that one, with Neirana on top of him. The tigress licked his lips with the soft tip of her tongue, amber eyes staring down at his tenting bulge.

“That's not what it looks like," Marius said quickly.

“Oh? What is it then?" her muzzle slid along his neck, silky and tenderly just like her licks.

“It's…arrhh…it's a side effect of the…the kiss!"

“Maybe it is…" Neirana ran a finger against the first button of his shirt. “Or maybe you're just eager to be inside me."

“I already was, with my tongue."

“Mrrh, and what a lick it was," Neirana licked her whiskers, eyes gleaming with lust. “Precise. Very intense."

Marius frowned for a moment. “Are we still talking about the kiss?"

“Oh yes…" Neirana worked on the first button. When she got no resistance from the human, she continued with the following ones, purring in that adorable way of hers. “Your taste traveled upon my tongue, just as your desire became mine."

“Wh…what is that supposed to mean? And why are you undressing me like some kind of-"

“Hrrrrhhh…" Neirana growled softly. “I just want to feel you with all of my senses, Marius…just like you felt me."

Marius watched as his sole defense gave way before Neirana's methodical fingers. She took great care to keep the buttons intact. Kinda weird considering she could just rip through them. Marius was grateful though. He had more time to figure a good way to get back at this pervy tigress.

Or that's what he thought. When she unfolded the last button, Neirana didn't rip off his shirt. She just switched to his cargo trousers.

“Is that…really necessary?" Marius licked his lips. “I mean I can give you a hand with the-“

The pants spread to reveal the human's groin. Neirana pushed her nose in there with the speed of a true hunter, then she snarled lips twitching and trembling above her exposed fangs.

“Jeez…I've seen you do that when you first… why are you doing this? Do you felines have a thing for crotches, like dogs?"

Neirana licked her nose a few times. When her snarl dimmed, she grabbed around the edges and looked into Marius' eyes. “Smells tell us more than any tongue can. Now, are you going to help me, or do I have to shred these coverings off you?"

“I…I don't know," Marius said distractedly.

Neirana pushed them down with a single swing. The material rubbed hard along Marius' cock, making him shiver and groan as his cock stood out at attention, a veiny spire of lust that glistened around the head worse than a female's pussy.

“Did I hurt you?"

“Naaaah graaaaah!" Marius reddened as her paws touched his overly sensitive erection. “I'm ok. Get your freaking hands off it!"

He took a deep breath when the tigress pulled back.

“You're so hard…I can smell slivers of seed upon the air," Neirana flung her tongue out as if to taste what she was smelling, rolling dangerously close to the human's half naked tip.

“Please…" Marius whispered. “Let me taste you first. I'm not sure…how long I can last if that breath keeps beating my… raaaaah you're so warm!"

Neirana slithered along his chest, warm breasts pressing upon the human's sweaty skin. “How do you want to do this?"

“I don't…I just…" Marius pressed his lips against hers to give her a quick kiss. “I just want to be inside the most beautiful tigress I ever laid eyes upon."

Neirana's breath hitched in her throat. She pulled herself up on all fours, staring at him wordlessly, allowing only her purr to join their ragged breaths.

She really was the most striking living being a man could meet. Marius could spend months looking into her fiery eyes and even then he would be unable to discern all of their mysteries. Right now, however, his attention was focused upon more pressing urges. Her furred melons hung just within his reach, ready to be squeezed inside his hands. He wanted that, but not more than kissing the embrace of her lips with the tip of his cock. Neirana's gender was also conveniently placed above his cock. Marius throbbed. His member swung up like a pole, flaring with blood as it met the warm radiance surrounding the female's lips. Neirana squelched. A drop of honey fell upon the human's tip, seeping underneath his foreskin.

“Nrrghhh…" Marius tensed as the next throb exposed more of his head to the taunting embrace of a tigress' liquid lust. “I can't….urrrghh…this feels like I'm already inside you…"

Neirana shifted around, and instead of her face, Marius was greeted by the wettest, most arousing sight he ever witnessed. Neirana's pussy was beautiful in every way. Soft lips, puffy texture, and a shuddering motion that made it incredibly hard for him to keep his tongue in one place. The smell alone was enough to topple a man over. When Marius breathed it in, he tensed like he had a seizure, moaning like a beast in heat and hardening like one too.

“You're leaking," Neirana's hot breath rolled n puffs around Marius' crotch. “I can take you in my maw if you're close."

“Dddddon't….please don't...just…do your sniffing thing while I cool off a bit."

Marius knew the only thing that would ooze out of him would be seed when Neirana's warm tongue washed over his balls. The spheres were loose in their sack, very receptive to the slightly rough embrace of her tongue.

“Oooohhh…" Marius curled his toes. “Too…too hot… sniff for a bit. Just…take in my scent."

“Raarrrhhh…" Neirana rumbled with obvious need. “There is so much to take in. It's been so long since I smelled a male in his prime. The taste of your seed is the only thing I can think of…"

“It's my turn, love…" Marius closed his eyes, then kissed Neirana upon her needy nether lips. He felt the tigress' pleasure as his own; that furious surge that hardened her folds rushed through his cock as well. Marius tried to distract himself from his obvious need by making out with Neirana's pussy. Silky juices sweeter than her saliva rushed into his mouth, his eager lips sliding greedily with each moistened kiss. She was so warm down here. So…sensitive.

“Graaah…" Marius pulled himself back, swallowing her load with one gulp. “Your turn…"

“Is this a game to you?"

“Yeah…You're up."

He should have known a wild tigress played by different rules. But when her tongue embraced his shaft around the bottom, it was already too late. Marius' face contorted with strain as her hot breath embraced his member whole while her tongue climbed towards his tip, an impending wave of heat he could not prevent nor fight against.

“I'm…I'm…." Marius' fingers balled into fists. She passed along his crest too quickly, eagerly stealing the moisture from his exposed tip. “Nraaaaaahhhhh!"

Neirana purred over his primal groan. She draped her muzzle halfway over his cock to breathe in the musk from his crotch and shelter the most sensitive part of him within her tongue's embrace. Only the tip rubbed directly against him, naked and soft just like his head.

And each touch, each lap of that playful tongue felt like divinity's touch upon his cock. Marius cock bloated with greedy need. He couldn't hold the primal pleasure back even if he pushed his great intellect against his.

So he gave himself completely. He pushed his face into the tigress' wet cunt and ate her out with vicious hunger. His lips rubbed at her lips, teeth gently grazed in a gripping motion, and his tongue pushed and twisted inside like a tornado.

Neirana unleashed the loudest growl of her life, and Marius immediately knew why when her insides heaved with orgasmic fury. Within a heartbeat, his tongue was shoved back, face pelted by a sharp torrent of liquid heat. Marius swallowed instinctively, but he couldn't cope with the flood that followed. Spurt after spurt of hot, female lust washed over his face, drowning him in more cum than he could ever swallow. He choked, then shook his head, trying to escape this extremely arousing predicament, yet his cock vehemently opposed these escape attempts. Fed by the smell and taste of a female's deepest nectar, it tensed and spat its own fluids, splattering shaky lines around the human's exposed crotch. It wasn't cum. Marius would've known if he peaked. He just leaked, the pounding sensation in his crotch becoming seething agony. He wanted to spill, to cum, to flood her with his pent-up seed… but for that he had to last longer.

“Mraaaaaahh!" he rolled on the side, covering his ear against the several squirts that followed.

Neirana panted, or growled, or both. He couldn't tell which from the way she smoldered.

“I didn't expect that…"

“Me neither," Marius blinked his sticky eyelids open. “Are you done?"

“No. I've yet to taste your-“

“No no no," Marius grabbed around her leg. “Please…I want to cum inside you. Only inside you…"

Luckily, she agreed. The tigress dragged him into an intimate embrace, one leg draped over his naked butt while her arms were wrapped around his back, breasts pressed against his chest.

“You're more resilient than I anticipated."

Marius smiled, kissed her chin, then pressed his nose against hers. “I'm moved by dire purpose. You must remember how desperate you were the first time we met."

“Oh yes. The crave almost got the better of me."

“Almost."

They rubbed noses, then shared a quick kiss.

“What would have happened if you…you know…went with it?"

“Assuming you got hard enough to penetrate me, I would have ridden you until you spilled your seed."

“Just that?"

“No," Neirana shifted. “After you became mine, I was planning to make you my cub. A silly little human to snuggle and mate with whenever I desire."

“I'm glad that plan failed. Rape doesn't make for a good first impression. You know, we…" Marius shivered. “I'm comfortable like this. You don't have to…nrrrghh, you almost-“

“Almost what?" Neirana's tongue washed along his tense face.

“My cock. It's…you're…"

Marius' whole face contorted under the sheer weight of heated bliss. Neirana moved her hips too fast, too greedily towards him, causing his bare member to slide into her quicker than any of them anticipated.

Her purr flared brighter, while his groan became fiercer, needier.

“Naarrrhhh…what…have you…done?"

“Think fast, my dearest."

“Cum fast, more likely…" Marius groaned. He placed his trembling arms on the ground, then pushed himself on all fours, keeping his member sheltered inside. The sensation was overpowering, to say the least. Kneading walls made of flesh squeezed his member from all sides. He had to be fast. He needed to be, if he hoped to provide his partner with a sliver of pleasure.

“This feels too good…"

“Thrust, my human. Breed me…"

Neirana's licks felt the same on his cheek as her pussy felt around his cock, hot and more enticing than anything he felt before.

Marius pulled himself back, then hilted himself inside her cavernous depths, balls trembling, cock tensing beyond what any ordinary throb would produce.

“Ngghhh…" Marius gritted his jaws, then thrust again, and again, braving through her flooded depths with unmatched ease, rubbing his bare head against the silkiest of shelters.

“Too…too hot…" he grumbled, grabbing around her arms. “I'm not gonna….ngghhhh, not gonna last long…"

Marius threw his head up when her tongue touched his lips a second time. The unbearable pressure welling inside the depths of his tightening crotch broke loose. Marius' cock hardened tougher than stone in anticipation of the climactic moment of the ascent. Seed was coming. Marius felt it as clearly as he felt Neirana's hungry embrace around his bloating cock. The pleasure washed over him like the molten lava of a pent-up volcano, flaring his senses, urging him to fulfill the greatest purpose any male hoped to achieve.

Marius sped up his thrusts, his cock rasping with lewd squelches, balls slapping against the female's hot lips. He didn't take his time to make love to her. No. Face contorted with pure bliss, sweat dripping from his hair, Marius entered her like a beast that just tasted female for the first time.

Neirana's growls turned into yowls, then slowly ascended into a proper roar. Marius tensed. He wanted nothing more than to hear her climactic cry wash over the cave. He thrust, harder, quicker, better, failing to realize just how close he was to his own climax. A milky spurt painted the female's lips white before Marius slammed himself in with all he had to break loose inside her with the crashing weight of a waterfall.

“Mrooooooorrhhh!" he wailed like a savage beast, kissing and biting around her neck as his cock heaved with dire purpose. Powerful squirts lanced through the tigress' tensing muscles. Once she tasted her male's sweet relief, Neirana finally loosened her roar, gripping Marius tighter than anything he felt before. His cock loosened everything in one long, drawn out spurt, filling her completely before the hot juices of her own orgasm washed his cock with a curtain of feral pleasure.

Marius remained lodged in as deep as he could, and he still thrust, rocking his cock inside his beloved female while she milked him for all his worth. Their releases synchronized ridiculously well. Each spurt was accompanied by a steep embrace, allowing the male to cum harder, faster, and better while the female drew everything deeper inside her womb.

For Marius, that was the longest orgasm of his life. He took a long, fulfilling breath once his cock relaxed, panting over the female's snarly features.

“I'm sorry…" Marius licked her fangs. “I spilled before you. I'm…I-“

Neirana's rough tongue silenced him. “No words. Just taste, smell, feel…"

Marius dropped on top of her, surrendering himself to her affectionate embrace. They kissed, nuzzled, and loved each other until the flames of lust dimmed into a weak smolder, yet even then they refused to part. When Marius fell asleep, he was still inside her, losing himself to the kneading embrace of her sex and the gentle licks of her tongue.

It was probably day when Marius woke up. Or night. He couldn't really tell from the lazy shimmering of the luminescent crystals. All that he knew for sure was that Neirana was asleep. The fluffy tigress embraced him just like the first time he awoke inside her domain, two heavy paws draped onto his naked body.

Marius kissed her nose just to make sure she was real, and when her warm breath ruffled his hair, a wide smile brightened his features. She was real. Everything was.

Marius carefully crawled back. He placed each of her paws on the ground, first the front one, then the hind. The sight of her sex was no longer new to him, but a few seconds were enough to stir his sleeping cock. A thin film of ivory essence coated her lips. Marius had a pretty good theory on what that was. He moved closer to her bottom, careful to avoid stepping on her tail. He didn't want to rouse Neirana just yet. Keeping his smile, the human sneakily stretched two fingers, then touched her sticky lips.

Neirana shivered at the touch. She was sensitive, probably more than Marius expected. He never had the pleasure of having his cock stimulated during sleep, but the same couldn't be said about Neirana. Marius failed her once. He was not going to do so again. After he rubbed around to lubricate himself, he pushed inside her sex. Neirana was just as hot and eager as he remembered. She squelched and shivered, paws trembling slightly as Marius sank his fingers all the way to the knuckles. He paused for a bit to test her reaction. Aside from her instinctual shudders, Neirana did not utter a single growl.

Marius began thrusting steadily, his able fingers squelching louder as her lubrication wrapped his skin in a hot coat of arousal. To feel Neirana's embrace felt exquisite. For such a powerful creature, she had the weakest endurance ever. Within a couple of thrusts, her first orgasm hit with pounding squeezes and rapid spurts. Marius kept his frenzied pace. He didn't want her to notice something was amiss, but the pleasure of peaking already wreaked havoc on her body. Her toes flared, pushing the claws out of their hideout. Neirana's entire body shivered with the same urgency as her pussy. Marius had to restrain her tail, otherwise it kept swishing and slapping around like a fish blown out of the water.

“Easy….easy…" he whispered as he milked the lust out of her. “You can do it, big girl…let it loose. Let it all out…"

A thick puddle formed underneath his dripping fingers, but Marius didn't quit. He continued stimulating her muscles, giving her a second orgasm, then a third, until his fingers felt far too numb to remain straight.

“Aaah…" he moaned as he licked the tigress' sweet honey. His own member was throbbing wildly, demanding entrance into the same soaked shelter.

Marius didn't make the mistake to put himself above Neirana like he did with the maradi. He crawled back into her embrace, kissing her on the forehead.

“I hope you felt me inside you. Well, the better part of me. Doubt I could've lasted until your second if I mated you. You're so freaking wet down there that I can just stay inside and let you do the work…"

Marius smiled. “Maybe that's what I'll do next time we mate. Stay inside. Take deeper breaths. Enjoy you like a man, not like some perverted beast. Heh, in spite of that, I hope you dreamed of a big tiger fulfilling your needs. I…" Marius sniffled. “I care for you a lot, Neirana. And maybe you feel the same, but that doesn't change hard facts. You need a tiger to breed with. What we did was…it was just a way to satisfy our urges. My seed just treats the symptom, not the problem. It won't provide you with cubs no matter how many times we try. Sleep now. I'll just take my naked butt out and ponder on things."

Marius got onto his feet, only to fall when he was tripped by something big and silky. Good thing he fell on something soft. Neirana's paw covered his chest, amber eyes parting open like a brilliant sun.

“Dang…woke you up, didn't I? What did it, my fingers or my monologue?"

“Both," Neirana's purr flared to life.

“Well…guess I'd better learn to keep my mouth shut."

“No," the tigress rubbed her huge muzzle around his chest, forcing a few grunts out of the human's throat.

“That tickles, you know."

“Consider it a just reward for rushing to conclusions."

“Ngh…haaah…please…just…can you at least take the whiskers out? They're very freaking ticklish!"

She continued her ministrations. One of the advantages of being a huge telepathic tiger was the ability to use your mouth for other things while you talked.

“I can have any tiger I want, any human, any being that walks this world, and I wouldn't trade your place for anything or anyone. You showed me compassion, love, courage. Proved that the human race still has some remarkable specimens to drive it forward."

“Wish…I could say the same about tickly tigers!" Marius ruffled her head. “Get off. Please pull back."

She finally did, yet not before wetting his face with a tongue stroke.

“Thank you for that."

“My pleasure."

“You know what else felt good? Providing you with a proper release."

“Marius…"

“No. Let me speak. Please," he added with a quick kiss on her pink nose. “You told me how selfish you felt after you took me in the jungle. I felt the same right after we mated. The maradi…they're weird and I don't pretend to fully understand them, but they've got something right. Males are not above females. When they make love, they ascend and cum together."

“We did too! The touch of your seed nurtures my instincts in ways you cannot understand just yet. You haven't disappointed me, Marius."

“Well, I feel like I did, so please…allow me to mate you again. I'm ready to give you everything I have."

“You already did…but I shall indulge your desires."

Neirana unwrapped her great paws. She got onto her feet, her fluffy tail flicking suggestively.

“From behind? You wanna do it from behind?"

“Only if you want to."

Marius licked his lips. She looked so enticing, if a bit too tall. “You're gonna have to lower that beautiful butt a little. Yeah, like…that," Marius pet her striped flanks. “You're beautiful, Neirana. I wish I could look upon you during this coupling. You'll probably make one hell of a face after the three orgasms I gave you."

“I'll roar."

“And I'll scream."

“Do not go down that path, human."

“You mean this path?" Marius said that with such conviction before he entered her. Once his cock merged onto her lips, his eyelids trembled and his breath shook. “Hmpff…"

“Did I hear a groan, my dear human?"

“No…" Marius shivered, the intense pleasure making him increasingly stiff. “You'll hear your growl…then your roar as I'll burst into you."

He said nothing after that, focusing only on the pleasure of mating. With both hands anchored onto her haunches, Marius had the liberty to thrust as fast as he liked. He went slow at first to preserve stamina, but he soon found her feral pussy to be too rough to handle. Not only she was considerably tighter, but her body temperature raised by a couple degrees, draining his resilience with every thrust. It wasn't long before he started panting for breath. Sweat dribbled along his naked body. Marius was tense…far too tense to last as long as he wanted. He bit his lip, then quickened his thrusts. Breath sizzled in his throat. The pleasure climbed, and climbed, until it became an unstoppable inferno.

Marius' muscles bulged with strain. He propped himself against Neirana, his hips slamming his cock through her flooded passage with seismic fury. Close…so close…

Then, just when his seed was about to burst, Neirana's heavy growl changed everything. Her muscles suddenly collapsed inwards, trembling quick and violently. A tide of heat rushed over Marius' bare head, and with a scream of pure bliss, he unleashed, sending a thick spurt of fertile seed against Neirana's hot femcum.

“Graaaaah!" Marius embraced her as he buried himself all the way to the balls.

Neirana too roared, creating an echo around the cave as fierce as the passion that consumed the two lovers. Marius tensed, and spurted, and moaned, then, when her pussy wept with the product of their union, he cuddled against her, rubbing her chin with three playful fingers. He felt strange. Not tired, nor satisfied. It was something deeper than that.

“You really roared your heart out on that one. Was I that good?"

“You were, but that doesn't have anything to do with it."

“Well…what do you say we get these naughty secrets out of your fluff?" Marius sank a hand into her neck and rubbed vigorously.

“Answers will reveal with time. For now, I'll just say this union is deeper than you probably anticipated."

“Maybe. But then again I've never been this deep into a female before, maradi excluded of course. They're kinda weird down there…not as silky and striking as you are. You're my first, Neirana, and probably the only female I'll ever love."

The tigress growled softly. “Has there been no other female in your life before?"

“No. Humans are but a dim shadow compared to the vision standing before me. Well, wrapped around me, really, but it's the-“ Marius had to stop for a moment, then continued after her tongue continued its path along his forehead. “same, really."

“You are the only human I'll ever take."

“Whoa…isn't that a bit quick, considering you're-“

Marius mouth was stuffed again, this time with tongue, lips, and whiskers.

“Just a tigress who finally found a mate."

Marius knew better than to argue with her. He kissed his tigress sweetly, then gave himself to her warm, silky embrace.

END…