Jungle Greetext [short, Amazon, Jaguar]

Editor's note: (it's supposed to be play on the title Jungle Book ya get it? cause instead of being a book it's a - forget it.)

>Exploring the jungle with a tour guide on a trip to the Amazon rainforest.
>Get lost from the group after looking at all the pretty birds and photogenic scenery and wander around aimlessly trying to find them.
>See a clearing of what look likes a top of a monument in the distance.
>It's a triangular temple covered in Aztec drawings.
>There's foreboding steps leading up to the top.
>You look around before heading up as not to trespass, you don't see anyone but you have nasty feeling you're being watched from the tree's all around you.
>You make your way up, the sun bearing down on your back the steps crumble and shake under your boots.
>You make it to the top, there's a table in the centre which you're thankful that it isn't covered in blood or human hearts.
>It looks like a sacrifice table but it's covered in a fine silk texture with candle holders surrounding it and... rose petals?.
>Behind the strangely placed makeshift bed was a smaller temple, like a throne room with multiple entrances with pillars supporting it but were in the shape of a jungle cat roaring proudly on their  hind legs.
>You can see lit tourches inside so someone - or something is lurking inside.
>You puff out your chest and head in, it's very dim inside. You can hear the crackle of fire and pitter patter of droplets of water hit the stone floor.
>luckily it wasn't a huge maze with spike pits just a large room, but what if it *was* booby traped you wonder.
>Before you can do your best Indiana Jones impression you see at the back a tall chair made of stone and a pair of green eyes staring at you.
>How long have they been watching?, they're not speaking.
>You don't have the nerve to say anything, you swallow the lump in your throat. But before you can speak a voice coes out.
"I see we have another loss lamb in our mists..."
>You don't know how to answer, or have the courage to.
>you start to slowly walk backwards into the safety of the sunlight
>"I'm sorry to disturb you, I be on my way".
>But walking backwards has it's disadvantages, like seeing what's on the floor and losing your footing on a ancient uneven floor.
>You crash to the ground, the eyes from before have come closer but now accompanied by a silhouette.
>"Please stay awhile, there's no need to fear".
>As being closer to the sunlight peering inside you can see the figure and it's reaching hand.
>You reach up and grab the hand, it's very hairy and petite
>As you're lifted to your feet feeling safe the figure walks to the side of the room and lights up candles.
>The room was fully lit and can see the illusive figure.
>A tall feline dressed in decorative clothes and gems like royalty and by the markings on the fur the best guess would be a jaguar
>"Y-you're"...
>There was always rumours of a hidden anthro tribe in the jungles before they became extinct. Now you're face to face with one.
>"-Yes, I know". The jaguar cut you off.
>" Come, I'll show you". The jaguar points to a wall with drawings on them.
>"You see, generations ago, my people were hunted down and driven out of their homes, chased and killed untill there was nothing left. just a footnote in history."
>The jaguar seems to have a somber pause before continuing, you quitely listen.
>"Now, only a few remain, who knows if there's any left of us hidden away somewhere in hiding".
>She sits back onto her large chair which better seen in light resembles more of a throne.
"I'm sorry to hear that". you say half heartedly. knowing exactly the race of people responsible for her misery.
>"It's all in the past." she slumps back into her chair.
>You observe her quietly. from being hidden in the jungle she sure has a fit physic. toned legs, wide thighs full of strength but still having a feminine frame and pericing green eyes that hide the primal erges of thousand jungle cats.
>You snap out of your day dream and are are greeted to a wry smile.
>"Now~ we look to the future.".
>She gets up from her throne, uncrossing her legs slowly as she stands up. something she keeps saying plays on your mind.
"You kept mentioning *we* but, I didn't see anyone else".
>She walks to the entrance with a childlike excitement as she takes your hand and walks you to the exit.
>"That's why I want you to help with that;With our future, come, I'm sure there waiting outside with bated breath".
>You just hope the the others she speaks of are just as friendly.
>You step out into the sunlight which seemed a life time ago.
>And it seems she was correct, the whole final step was covered in thirty or so felines standing in a line with bandeau clothing, their faces coverd in war paint.
>"So this is the *we* you were talking about huh,". A little intimidating to say the least but all had a devilish grin across their faces.
>Having her be inside and the rest of her tribe outside and her decorative attire you deduce that she must be the queen to all these felines.
>She plumps her firm rump on the table, her tail swishes gently and playfully, but the more you stare at the table with it's velvety cloth and candles it hits you, this table has turned into a bed, and an inviting one at that.
>"The numbers you see dwindle in comparison to what they were before so now; We need you~".
>You swallow the lump in your throat as bead of sweat drops from your brow.
>"You see, normally we would use one of our own but our tribe only consists of females". She shuffles back onto the bed resting on her elbows something similar you would find in a adult magazine or truckers decal.
>You make you way from the side of the table to look at her face...and other things.
>"Now; let us mate and bring the legend back to life!". Her powerful growl after her yell went through you.
>"O-okay I guess." Is all you can muster.
>There's a low mumur of chanting around you.
>You hop onto the table knees first as smooth as possible
>Although it had a velvet cloth over it it was still a stone table and all the pebbles digged into your hand as you climbed ontop.
 >Your chest was beating, you stared into her lustful eyes psyching yourself up for the task.
>You look around one more time, all the females watching with anticipation, you're ready.
>She turns your head back to her, a soft purr rumbles on your body
>"So, are we ready to start, my king?" She says teasingly.
>You lay a dominant smooch on her lips
>Unbuckled your pants.
>Freed your member.
>Took a deep breath.
>Puffed out your chest.
>You're ready to do the business.

This man-cub ain't going back to village anytime soon.

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