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     >You wake up groggy and confused
     >With sand in your clothes and waves lapping at your feet
     >Oh, and there is a crab picking at you like a dead fish
     >You groan and get up, a glaringly bright sun shining high in the sky
     >All around you on the sand is washed up bits of wood and barrels on the white sand
     >Behind you is the start of a lush rainforest, the noises of birds and nature echoing out all over
     >Why are you here, in this situation?
     >It all starts coming back to you
     >You were on a large four mast trading ship full of goods headed for south america
     >Not as a ship-hand, you were there to take care of trading the goods once you arrived
     >All the goods that seem to be washing up on the beach
     >Most of it must have sank
     >Not that it matters now
     >What happened though?
     >Oh yes
     >You decided to go through the triangle
     >Oh sure, the sailors and captain protested
     >But you were more concerned with reducing travel costs than superstition
     >Nothing will happen in the triangle!
     >Everything will be fine!
     >Nothing to worry about!
     >Then that portal to hell opened up below the ship
     >And you and that ship fell from the sky onto another ocean
     >From there you black out
     >How much of that was a hallucination though?
     >Probably just hit a reef in a storm or something
     >You are dehydrated, you are starting to hallucinate mermaids leaping out of the water on the horizon
     >You know enough not to drink sea water, and check around the surf
     >You're in luck, and the fresh water barrel from the ship washed up with the tide
     >It's tough pushing it out onto the sand and standing it up
     >But it's well worth it to take that first drink of fresh water
     >A bit of salt water seeped in but it does rehydrate you
     >It was lucky a banged up tin cup washed ashore with everything else
     >Now that you can think clearly, you make a plan
 >If you only drink what you need and eat whatever washed ashore you should be able to last a while
 >It's a busy trading route, if you get a fire going someone ought to see the smoke
 >Like hell you're going into that jungle
 >Horror stories abound about eels, snakes, spiders, fish, and jaguars
 >Basically the place wants to kill you
 >You'll be safer on the beach as long as you have shelter and a fire to ward off the insects
 >It does cross your mind that it's odd nobody else washed up on shore
 >But it's rather lucky
 >For you
 >Anyone that did would be trying to fucking murder you
 >Literally
 >You gather together what you can
 >Lots of broken timber, part of a sail, all sorts of barrels that floated into the little lagoon you ended up in
 >Before long you have a makeshift shelter made up using sections of the ship's hull and the sail
 >The rest you try and dry off while you search for a way to start a fire
 >No such luck, no flint to be found
 >Of course that would sink out at sea
 >You have to shut your dark shelter off from the beach as the sun starts going down so you can avoid the worst of the biting gnats and mosquitoes
 >They sure are bigger here than back home
 >But smaller than the stories made them out to be
 >Your first night sleeping on sand goes poorly, those nasty bugs sneak in through the tiniest opening
 >Over the next few days you try and start a fire to no avail
 >On the fifth day, a gigantic boar larger than a carriage came into your camp and raided all of your food
 >Looked like the spawn of the devil
 >Never went near you, but did spill over your water barrel
 >You wait a day, hoping for rain while you search along more of the beach for washed up supplies
 >But there hasn't been a drop since you washed up
 >And anything else has already been raided by animals
 >You only have two choices now
 >Walk along the beach
 >Or go into the jungle
 >The beach will lead you to a trading post
 >Eventually
 >And you can waive down ships
 >But you'll need to find water eventually
 >It'll mean leaving your shelter behind though
 >And that means you'll be at the mercy off whatever wanders out near you
 >And all those biting bugs
 >But going into the jungle is the last thing you want to do
 >So you try and pack up at least the sail and some of the lighter pieces of wood
 >After a test setup, you figure you can live with the makeshift tent each night
 >So you set off down the sandy stretch of the beach
 >There is more large jumping fish out at sea from time to time
 >And with some luck you find a stream where you can get some more fresh water the day after you set out
 >And some raw turtle eggs for dinner
 >Something dug them up but didn't eat them all
 >You start to set up your new camp by the stream, since you can't take the water with you
 >The sea is still in view, so you're not entirely in the jungle here
 >But as you head towards the fresh water for another drink, you see something moving in it
 >Something that doesn't have the shape of a fish
 >And there are a number of them
 >Three, you think
 >You can't make them out that well
 >Until one of them picks up speed and leaps out of the water onto the bank
 >Whatever it is, you can see it clearly now
 >At first it looks like a nude woman with long black hair and tanned skin
 >But you quickly see the unnatural arms, legs, and is that a webbed tail?
 >All it's limbs are webbed and have those large, amphibian limbs
 >It almost keeps you from noticing the nasty looking fishing spear in her hand
 >And that she's seen you
 >Her eyes are wide, and she points with one webbed finger
 "Slooot!"
 >The two other heads pop up out of the water
 >They're the same as the one before
 >And they see you
 >You aren't being eaten by inhuman new world monsters!
 >Turning around, you run as fast as you can away from the group
 >They give chase.
 >You're not exactly the best runner
 >But while the naked she-beasts chasing you are fit, they're not in their element on land
 >You'll tire eventually though, so you need to shake them somehow
 >You try to head a little bit more inland to get some more cover and potentially evade being made into long-pig
 >They're persistent, and try to flank you and chase you into a corner time and time again
 >In the chaos, you're going ever deeper into the jungle
 >Not that you have time to think about it
 >They are closing in as you are struggling for breath
 >Until some commotion explodes out of the jungle behind you
 "Jhairi!! Uhtyu kah!!"
 "Jikaaah! Jikaaaah!"
 >You dare you stop and look back as you gasp for breath
 >The things are running scared from something
 >It's big, and black in the shadows of the jungle
 >It has a definite feline nature to it, but you can't make it out clearly
 >Once it has chased the three off it lets out a mighty roar that stops the calls of animals from the treetops and makes the jungle silent
 >Then it's glowing yellow eyes turn to look at you
 >You're still on the menu
 >You take off as fast as your legs can carry you, second wind helping
 >The jungle is already scratching and whipping at you
 >And you can hear the thing chasing you through the jungle brush
 >This thing is much faster, and even makes use of the gigantic branches making a three dimensional maze above you
 >These trees are fucking massive
 >Somehow, you lose the thing chasing you and collapse with your back against a tree
 >Your lungs crave air, and your chest heaves to get as much of it as it can
 >Just when you start to relax, something big and dark falls out of the trees above right in front of you
 >You panic and push yourself against the tree trunk with flailing legs
 >And then cover your head with your arms to wait for the attack
 >But it doesn't come
 >Cautiously, you move your arms out of the way to see whats going on
 >It's still sitting right there, no more than three feet from you
 >And there is enough light in this area to get a decent look at it
 >It appears to be another woman, this one clothes in a black loincloth and strip of cloth that wraps around her sizeable chest
 >Her hair is tied into three thick braids, a twig caught on the hair atop her head
 >And she looks as leanly muscled as any sailor you've seen
 >The most striking features are the worst for your survival chances
 >Wide feline eyes, as yellow as any cat back home
 >Huge paws that are balancing her in the crouching position she's taking, jet black fur running up to her thighs and shoulders
 >There is even a long black tail flicking back and forth behind her
 >And two small, round, black ears on her head
 >She just sits there, staring at you as you stare back
 >Maybe this thing doesn't want you eat you?
 "Jahweh?"
 >She tilts her head slightly to the side
 >"What was that?"
 "Jijah kukwah."
 >"Mhm, that's what I thought you said."
 >You can't understand a word of this
 >After an awkwardly long staring match, you take a chance
 >You carefully start to slide away, this panther-woman not moving from her spot as she watches you
 >Even as you stand up and back away
 >Feeling somewhat safe, you turn around
 >That's when you feel the paw grab your ankle
 >This is how you die, isn't it?
 >She yanks you back and makes you fall on your face
 >And is on you without a moment wasted
 >As you protect your head, she crawls all over sniffing and pawing at your body with curiosity
 >She pulls your shirt up while you arms are occupied
 >You feel her breasts press against your leg as she leans down, and take a peek
 >She is big, at least a head taller than you
 >And you aren't short by any means
 >Feeling no danger, you remove your hands and try to figure out what is going on
 >She's looking you over like some new toy
 >The paws feel at your skin and you don't make a move to stop her
 >There are claws in there
 >Finally, she takes a lick from your salty belly and sits up
 >She really seems to be analyzing something
 >And finally crawls off of you
 >But only so she can turn around and struggle with your pants
 >You try and struggle, but with her tail lifted up like that she accidentally gives you a view of her bare lowers
 >The savages really don't wear underwear on this place
 >There is a growl, the fumbling leading to claws coming out
 >You panic as she bites at the belt and tears your pants to shreds, annoyed with the conquest of technology that is the button
 >You protest, but it falls on distracted ears
 >Her pupils widen when she sees your manhood, before a big grin spreads on her face
 "Sloot!"
 >She looks back at you as she says this
 >You wish you knew what that meant
 >But before you can ask, you're lifted up onto her shoulder by her powerful arms and kept in place by one
 >At first you try to get away
 >Until the she-panther ascends into the trees with surprising speed
 >You get a rear view of the trip as you're carried through the darkening jungle, calls of animals returning to the area
 >The panther keeps leaping from giant branches, swinging around tangles, and moving through clusters of leaves
 >It's a stressful ride for you
 >But eventually she slows down and carries you into a tree hollow, entrance covered by a large thick animal fur
 >It's too dark inside to see shit
 >But you're not about to run, the outside of this tree hollow is a straight drop hundreds of feet
 >Why are these trees so freakishly big?
 >You're dumped onto a soft pile of furs after being carried deeper
 >The panther scurries away, gathering wood someplace while you struggle to see
 >You see sparks and hear stone hitting stone
 >After some effort, a fire is started and the orange glow fills the hollow
 >You had worried about burning the tree down until you saw the rocks set down to make a fireplace
 >But you worry more by the sheer number of furs lining the floors and walls of this surprisingly large hollow
 >The panther woman, fire lit and grin stuck to her face, runs to a pot and reaches in
 >And takes out some dried meat
 >Your stomach growls at the sight of it
 >She brings it over, but doesn't let you have it
 >Instead she sits on your lap and takes a big bite
 >She has rather big sharp teeth, doesn't she?
 >After chewing it for a bit, she lowers her head towards yours
 >Wait, what are you-
 >She kisses you and forces the chewed meat into your mouth
 >She pulls back and stares down at you expectantly
 >You swallow it
 >And a growl-purr comes from her as her smile returns
 >She takes another bite and starts to chew it
 >You decide to try and communicate
 >She obviously doesn't want to kill you
 "My name is Anon. Anon."
 >You point to yourself
 >It seems to get her interest
 "What is your name?"
 >You point towards her
 >She seems confused, but leans down to give you more pre--chewed meat
 >It's salty, and you feel her tongue snake into your mouth to help push it in again
 >She pulls back, taking another bite
 >You decide to try again, to keep you from looking at her bust and all that brown cleavage
 "Anon." You point to yourself.
 >Then you point to her
 >And repeat the process
 >Another kiss
 >You can't really complain
 >It's been a while since you saw a woman and this is pretty nice
 >She points to herself
 "Jhairi."
 >You take the chance to snatch the last bit of the dried meat and chew it yourself
 >It's a bit tastier this way, but the panther pouts and puts her paws on your shoulders
 >Like you could get away anyways
 "Anon?" She points at you.
 >You give her a nod, hoping they share the gesture
 >By the grin appearing it seems they do
 >The meat is gone, and your hunger satiated for now
 >But you're thirsty and need something to wash that salty pork down with
 >You're pretty sure it was pork
 >Please let it be pork
 "Water?"
 >She tilts her head
 >You make a drinking motion with your hand
 >Jhairi gets it now and gets off of you
 >As she bounces off to get water from another clay pot into a clay bowl, you move one of the furs over your exposed lower area to keep your modesty
 >She had to tear your pants apart, huh?
 >The water is a lot fresher than the murky stuff you got from the river
 >And you're fairly refreshed once you've drank the whole thing down
 >After you set the bowl aside, you find that Jhairi keeps staring at you
 >With her face no more than six inches from yours
 >It's a bit hard to look back into those big, expectant eyes
 >What would a cat want from you?
 >It's a long shot, but you reach up and pat her head
 >That's when she pounces you to the floor of the warm hollow and tears your shirt off with her claws
 >Some sort of hunger glowing in her eyes as she licks her lips above you
 >She sits on your stomach and sheds her garments, tossing them aside with far more care than your own
 >Then repositions herself so she can initiate a sloppy kiss, paws keeping your arms to the side
 >Your erection is caught at the bottom of her muscled stomach
 >She's straddling you, her large chest pressed into yours as a rumbling growl-purr comes from her
 >She releases your hands once her intentions are clear, and you reach down to grab at her round, toned ass
 >You hesitate and wonder what god would think of this
 >Fuck that guy
 >The purring, steamy make-out session continues for a while
 >Until she switches to licking at your face and neck
 >You're getting a bit frustrated before she finally repositions herself, sitting up on your hips with your cock pressed against her vulva
 >She's gotten rather soaked down below in anticipation
 >A lustful yet loving grin stares down at you as she lines up with your dick
 >You grabs her hips and try to force her down, but she's too strong
 >The head has sunk inside those warm, muggy depths and agonizes you
 >She grabs your hands and puts them to your side so she can continue
 >As she sinks painfully slow, you feel the rumbling vibrating through your shaft
 >It forces a groan out of you by the time she hilts herself
 >She starts off by grinding against you, enjoying the feeling of you within her
 >It's agonizing in a good way
 >Once she's used to you, the panther starts to bounce on top of you
 >It's far better than with any woman you've bedded
 >It takes all of your willpower not to burst after a few minutes
 >Her own patience seems to be wearing thin, so she begins bouncing harder and faster
 >Your hands are freed so she can balance on your chest
 >She's a bit heavy, but you can still breath even with the paws kneading at you as she moans
 >Finally, you can't handle any more and burst inside of her
 >She hilts herself and makes sure it goes as deep as possible
 >The soft furs and the massages of her internal muscles feel heavenly
 >After a short moment to rest, she begins grinding against your crotch again
 >It easily gets you full mast
 >And a though occurs to you
 >How many times is this going to go for?
 >The answer was seven
 >You're pretty sure the last two were blanks, but the ravenous feline didn't care
 >But you weren't about to complain about the ravishing
 >And when it was all over, and the fire began to die down, she held you close to her chest and drifted off to a happy rumbling sleep
 >Clinging to you the whole night with her arms and large paws