Poor Private Perkins Pt. 02

{Due to the increasing use of the jaguar language and Thomas's burgeoning proficiency in it, important translations will be listed in brackets}

From the sun high in the sky and the atmosphere, Thomas knew it was summer, that particular time of the year when everything just seemed so much better, from the birds cheerfully chirping to the warmth of daylight on his skin. He was standing in a clear, green field, bordered by brightened woods and dotted by thick-trunked trees, all of which rustled ever so slightly in the gentle breeze. The area looked awfully familiar, but no matter how hard the private thought, he couldn't remember ever being there before. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember why he was even there, and he was just starting to debate exploring the area when something barreled into him from behind.

The thing knocked him forward into the grass, wrapping a set of lithe, muscular arms around his torso that felt like they were covered in silky fur. Before he could react, it also hooked its legs around his own before rolling him onto his side, making it nigh impossible to escape. It let him struggle for a few seconds before sinking its teeth into his neck, but to his rational mind's surprise, the feeling of having fangs puncturing his skin and biting into his jugular was somehow pleasant. Warm, crimson blood quickly spilled out and soaked into his shirt as the thing ripped a sizable chunk out of his neck, but to Thomas, it seemed akin to a tender embrace. He felt nothing but contentment as the creature held him down and took another bite out of him, his mind utterly devoid of the fear or agony one would typically expect, and the only thing that even slightly concerned him was that his body was beginning to lose feeling.

Once it was content with the amount of damage to his veins, the thing flipped him onto his back, taking a second to examine him with dull green eyes. The spotted, feral face of a jaguar looked down at him, seeming just like a wild animal as it bent down and tucked into his throat. It still felt warm and intimate rather than painful, like an act of love rather than pure hunger, even though a tiny piece of his mind was screaming in fear. He tried to move one hand up to stroke the jaguar's fur, but his limbs wouldn't obey, preventing him from raising so much as a finger; the paralysis didn't phase him, however, as he was just where he wanted to be.

After chewing its way down to his spine, the creature pulled back with blood soaking its muzzle. "Thomas?" it said in a strangely familiar feminine voice, "{Come on...} wake up!"

Suddenly, the young private snapped out of his dream, finding himself naked in a woven bed with a jaguar still looking down at him. He instantly recognized it, or rather her, as Kiana, and a brief memory of the day's events ran through his head. Right then, she looked alarmingly worried about something, although her expression softened a tad when he seemed to come to. "Stay still, okay?" she hurriedly whispered, "Let me handle this."

Before he could ask what she was going to handle or why he needed to be still, she rushed off and grabbed what looked like a bowl of brownish powder, then began liberally flinging it around the hut like a priest with holy water. He sat up just in time for her to start applying the substance to his naked skin, and he began to ask what was going on just as she handed him the bowl and pushed him back down. "Shh. Just stay here," she continued while hurriedly piling his clothes and gun onto the bed, "With any luck, I'll have him gone in a few minutes."

Thomas was again stopped from questioning her when she threw a massive blanket of stitched hide over him, and right before it settled over the bed, he heard a masculine voice that had the same accent as Kiana. "{Oh, sweetie,}" whoever it was called out, "{Are you ready for me? I've got a gift I think you'll love...}"

The voice sounded like a gentleman caller of some sort, with enough arousal dripping from it to seem like one of the males Kiana had been talking about. His theory was confirmed as she let out a frustrated sigh, followed by her moving some things around her home. Thomas had just found his rifle by touch when he realized that the bowl of powder was emitting some kind of herbal stench, although he wasn't sure what exactly the purpose of it was; he thought about tasting it, but was distracted yet again by the sound of someone climbing up to the hut's entrance. "{I know you've been dying for a mate,}" came the lusty male voice, "{That's why I've got a treat just for you.}"

"{I'm not in the mood, Alejo,}" Kiana replied, "{Go bother someone else.}" Her words were sharp with an irritation even Thomas could hear, and yet the suitor continued to climb.

"{Oh, come now, you're just titchy because you're in estrus. I know you're in heat, Kiana, I could smell it a mile away.}" At first, Thomas thought about coming to her rescue like a folk hero, but he quickly realized that she probably wouldn't need his help; she'd dealt with these suitors before, odds were she could do it again... or at least he hoped she could. His hand found its way to the grip of his rifle just in case, although the private couldn't remember if he'd slid in a new round. Had he?

From the sound of it, the male suitor had just entered the hut, and in Thomas's head, he pictured a sly-looking jaguar sauntering up to Kiana. "{I'm still not interested,}" the latter growled, "{Get out of here.}"

"{Don't pretend we haven't done this dance before, honey,}" the randy suitor replied, "{Two months ago you asked me to ride you hard.}" Thomas could hear his padded footsteps approaching his hiding place, and he began to wonder just how inconspicuous of a lump he was making. "{Thanks for cleaning up the place, by the way... or is there someone else you're preparing for?}" As the blanket covering him was suddenly ripped off, Thomas found himself face to face with a grinning jaguar, one who seemed a tad younger and a lot more boyish than Kiana. As it looked him over, the jaguar went from cocky to startled, followed by an ignition of combative fury as it drew a primitive flint knife. "{Kiana, stay behind me!}" it shouted, hopping backward and trying to protect Kiana with one arm while flourishing his weapon with his other.

Without really thinking, Thomas sat up, grabbed his gun, and hastily drew a bead on the intruder, but hesitated to pull the trigger. The two males stood in a standoff for a split second before Kiana darted in front of the other jaguar, shoving him back before thrusting her palm out toward Thomas. "Enough!" she shouted, "Both of you calm down!" She then turned back to the intruder, her eyes blazing with cold fury as she stared him down. "{Alejo, put that damn knife down, he's not here to hurt us.}"

"{But he... he...}" The cogs in his mind slowly turned as he looked over Thomas's clothes and naked body, and as he began to realize the context of the situation, his snarl melted into an expression of confused disgust. "{You... and him... a human?}"

"Mmhmm." The lithe jaguar sauntered over to her human lover, pushing his rifle's barrel into the air as she sat down beside him. "{And he was much better than you, you oaf.} Thomas, this is Alejo, he's one of the suitors I was talking about."

"{But... but...}" Alejo's eyes darted over to Thomas's exposed red coat, widening a tad as his fighting spirit rekindled. "{He's a Roja!}" he cried, "{His people have been slaughtering the Furias!}"

"{Oh, please, he's harmless.} You wouldn't even hurt a bug, right, conejito?" She gently patted the private's thigh with one padded paw, causing him to turn and look into her jade eyes; he thought he could see a mischievous glint there... or was it affection? Lust, maybe? "{Look,}" she said as she stood up and refocused on Alejo, "{He knows things about the other humans that he'll tell the chief, and I plan to keep him as company. If you want to test yourself against his thunder-stick, be my guest, but don't blame me if you wind up with a huge hole in your chest.}"

The male jaguar's gaze drifted down to Thomas's rifle as his expression became tinted with doubt, and his fighting stance wilted just a tad. Seeing his hesitation, Kiana sauntered up to him and took his knife between two digits, then twisted it out of his grip with lightning speed, flicking it down toward the ground in the same motion. The flint blade stuck into the floor like a quivering dart, and Alejo seemed torn between going for it or trying to take on Kiana barehanded; after a moment of thought, however, he resigned to retreat, darting over to pick up his knife before backing away toward the exit. "{The chief is going to hear about your little pet, you bitch,}" he snarled with sharp fangs bared, "{I hope you're ready for the shit storm that's gonna fall on you.}" With that, he hopped down through the hole in the hut, and Thomas could hear the faint sound of him fleeing through the underbrush.

Once the intruder was gone, Kiana turned and began cleaning up a bit, taking the bowl of powder off the bed and sweeping some excess off its sheets. "Well, we'd best get going," she said, "Alejo is probably going to run his mouth to anyone he meets, and it would be good to cut the rumors off sooner than later."

"Going to your chief?" Thomas quickly sat up and began pulling his clothes on starting with his underwear, although the sticky remnants of bodily fluids made things a bit uncomfortable. "I thought you said you wanted to wait until you knew how they'd react to me?"

After tidying up a bit, his jaguar companion tucked a few things into pouches on her skirt, then slid her stolen infantry knife back into its sheath. "Don't worry, Chief Kolau's not that aggressive, and almost everyone knows Alejo exaggerates everything. Plus, once we get cleaned up a bit, they'll likely see you as quite the gentleman with that fancy outfit of yours."

Thomas paused to look down at his coat's shredded buttons, wishing for a moment Kiana had taken a bit longer to strip him down. "So... you don't think you'll get in trouble for-"

"For mating? No, probably not. {Because I'm in heat,} it's not as serious, like a crime of passion. I just can't help it." Once his fear was in order, she turned to Thomas with her paws on her hips, subtly encouraging him to get moving. "C'mon, the river won't wait forever."

"Wait, what river?" The young private's brow twisted in confusion as he pulled his boots on, and Kiana could practically feel his impending question. "You want to take a bath? I thought cats hate water?"

Kiana let out a short sigh in response, then turned toward the exit while beckoning him with one paw. "Well I don't, and unless you do, I've got the perfect spot for a swim."

Leaving his rifle behind, Thomas clumsily followed her through the thick jungle for a few minutes until they arrived at a smooth, sandy riverbank. Kiana immediately began stripping once they reached the shore, and the private quickly turned away and began to do the same. The sight of her nude, furry body still struck him as a forbidden delicacy, and he slowly began to blush as his mind conjured up indecent images of her exposing herself. She was just so beautiful, with soft fur and a caressing touch; the private knew such lewd thoughts were hardly appropriate, but he just couldn't help reliving their previous rutting session. Thomas had just finished stripping off his shirt when he felt something gently take hold of his belt, and he looked down to see two spotted arms helping him undress. "Kiana?" he gasped, "What're you-"

"Oh, relax," the jaguar purred, "I'm just trying to be helpful." The buckle easily came undone in her dexterous grip, and she slipped her thumbs under his waistband before yanking his pants down to the ground. "No need to be all prudish..." Once he was absolutely naked from the ankle up, the lusty jaguar began eagerly groping his stiffening cock, gently massaging it with tender paws to get him nice and hard. "What would you say to one last round?" she purred, "I'll even let you finish inside..."

"That, ah... sounds like a fair trade." Thomas did his best to quell his sensibilities as he turned to face Kiana, and when he hesitantly reached down between her legs, he quickly swallowed the prim and proper shame that bubbled up. "So... where do you want to start?"

Her paw gently guided his fingers down to the right spot as she stepped one leg a bit wider, and when he began gently rubbing her little clit, she let out a small humming sound of contentment. "Right there, conejito. {That's it, warm me up a little.}" She began leaning against him more and more, rubbing her cheek affectionately against him every so often; her wandering paws gradually found their way to his scrotum, and she began tenderly fondling his balls as she muttered something to herself. "{I hope you still have a bit more juice, little ones, because I'm going to milk you dry.}"

Thomas could feel the jaguar's soft, warm folds growing slicker and slicker as he massaged her clit, and in a burst of initiative, he plunged two fingers into her tight snatch. It didn't take long to find her g-spot, and once he started fingering her in full, she let out a deeper moan of pleasure. "What was that?" Thomas asked, "Sounded kind of... lusty."

Kiana chuckled just a bit, then let out a soft sigh before explaining herself. "It's just... mmmm, I think getting bred is starting to grow on me." She then leaned in close, but instead of kissing her human lover, she brought her lips right beside his ear. "I just love the thought of you pumping me full of your seed," she half whispered, half purred, "I want you to breed me and make me bear your cubs."

The young private froze in his duties, his mind trying to piece together what she'd just said. "You... cubs? Like... like kids? Am I... would I..."

"Oh, relax, conejito, I was joking." She quickly pulled him into a long kiss on the lips, then pulled back before strutting away toward a tree. "Even if different {species} could breed, I'm still {sterile.} Now come, I wasn't joking about wanting you inside me."

She wasted no time getting in position by bracing her arms on a tree and sticking her rump out, and as Thomas came over, she spread her cheeks with one paw as a bit of enticement. The thought of having intercourse standing up struck the private as exotically creative, and as the private got his hips lined up with hers, he began to ponder what should go where when they finally got started. Maybe this time, he should enjoy her chest with both hands, Thomas thought, or perhaps he could just grab her by the hips for extra leverage. The thoughts got him so caught up that he didn't notice that the hole he was pressing into hardly seemed lubricated, and it was only when Kiana looked back at him with flattened ears did he realize his mistake. "Wrong hole," she hissed, "Unless you have a bunch of aceitose root handy."

"Sorry..." It took merely a second to correct his mistake, and when his cock found its mark, he smoothly slid past her silky vulva. After a bit of adjustment, he gingerly slipped in most of the way, and it didn't take long for him to start thrusting back and forth. Kiana let out another approving murmur, a murmur that turned into a moan as his fingers began rubbing her clit. "There, is that better?"

"Mrrrrrrr... right there..." The feeling of his smooth member pumping in and out of her was just what Kiana craved, and she could practically feel her thirsty heat being slaked. His fingers were doing a better job than her own at flicking her bean, and after countless years of sexual frustration, it felt absolutely heavenly. A minute of rhythmic rutting later, she began to feel a familiar pressure building up in her groin, something she recognized from the last two times the human had screwed her silly. "Mmmmph... keep going..." she moaned, "And don't pull out..."

"Yes, ma'am..." Thomas sped up, hammering into his feline lover like a rutting stag. The friction of her ribbed insides against his glans quickly spurred him toward a climax, and his attempts to bring Kiana along began to falter. His fingers on her clit slowed down as blissful pleasure took over, but the jaguar quickly moved his hands up to her soft chest before pleasuring herself with two digits. With her breasts in hand, Thomas began to feel himself tensing up for an orgasm, and he leaned down over her beautiful body as he neared the finish line. "Kiana... rrrrgh... gonna... ahhhh!"

"Mmmm..." The jaguar could feel his hot seed spurting into her, filling her with sticky sperm as she neared her limit. Her nethers squeezed and pulsed to milk the young private dry, coaxing out every drop he had to offer. With no raking spines to ruin the occasion, she found the feeling of fullness to be positively intoxicating; she knew she'd likely never have cubs with any mate, but the thought of siring the human's children set her nethers ablaze. As the human's climax died down, she tilted over into her own, thrusting back while letting out a yowl of contentment. Thomas's hands slipped under her own to rub at her clit, and she could hardly complain when he pulled her back into an intimate embrace. His fingers rode her through the heaviest of her orgasmic squirming, after which he buried his face in her soft neck fur while kissing her passionately.

"That enough for you?" he whispered into her ear, running his hands up her perfect body until he groped her breasts. "I'd rather we get it all out now just so we aren't bathing twice."

"No, that was enough." Kiana turned around and kissed her human lover right on the lips, pulling back after a few seconds of mutual affection. "What do you say we get clean, conejito? I don't know about you, but I'd rather not be seen filled like this..."

Ten minutes later, the pair had gotten as clean as they could in the crystal clear river water, and both were lounging on the grassy shore in an attempt to get dry. Thomas found Kiana just a tad less arousing with her fur all sopping wet, and the cold water had helped temper her burning desire, but that didn't stop him from ogling her breasts.

"So you know the chief?" Thomas asked, "Like... talked to him?"

Kiana fixed him with an incredulous look. "Of course, everyone talked to him, he's hardly a recluse." She then rolled over onto her side, looking Thomas in the eye as his gaze veered northward. "Don't worry, he has fond memories of the missionary tribe, and he's been quite {vocal} with his theories of human tribes."

"Human tribes? What... oh, you mean like Protestants and Catholics?"

The jaguar's brow furrowed in confusion, and she sat up before explaining further. "Sure, I guess. Chief Kolau guessed that the missionary tribe was separate from whatever tribe the Rojas are part of." Thomas was about to reply when she voiced her own question: "What tribe are you from?"

"Oh, ah... we humans don't really have tribes." When Kiana cocked her head in interest, he tried his best to come up with terms a tree-dwelling jaguar would understand. "Well, you see, I might say 'I'm from Camden,' or 'I'm part of the twenty-second brigade,' or 'I'm a subject of the Anglan king.' Well... come to think of it, I guess you could call a nationality a tribe."

"So you are... Anglan? Right? And that word... king... that is like a chief?"

With his skin and hair modestly dry, Thomas got to his feet, chuckling at what he saw as naivety. "Yeah, I guess you could say that, although few people ever really talk to a king. He probably has a bigger area to manage, too, with all the peasantry and such that go with it."

Kiana stood up as well, following Thomas's lead in getting dressed. "So how big are his lands?" she pondered, "Ten hours wide?"

The private tried to do the math in his head, converting square miles to hours walking. "Let's see... I think if you added it all up, it'd be about... ten thousand hours. But you see, it isn't all in one place, the Anglan empire has colonies all over the world, including north of here."