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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