Creature of the Mist
Some friends of mine keep prodding me into writing and posting stories, so this is my first one. I hope you all like it and any comments would be appreciated. The following story is intended for an adult audiance.
A young scientist is separated from the rest of his group and becomes lost in the rainforest, only to meet an unlikely fate and a new life.
Creature of the Mist
By Keane Ironheart
Jared cursed as he threw his compass down, shattering the plastic lens on top and deforming the metal around the edge. The thing had been spinning in all different directions since he had gotten separated from his group - it was practically useless to him. He slumped against a tree and laid his head back against the bark, gazing up at the rippling canopy of leaves.
He tried his best to calm himself, it was not the first time he had ever gotten lost in the woods. Except, this wasn't the woods, it was a rainforest. He had rations in his backpack, enough to last him a couple days, so all he would have to do is follow the river. There would be signs of civilization sooner rather than later, no doubt.
He picked up the compass and flipped it around in his hand. It was finally facing one direction, but only because the pin was bent. Still, he stuffed it into his pocket and continued walking in the direction he was sure the river was.
He had only taken a few steps before he saw something in his periphery. He turned his head quickly, his heart skipping a beat as he caught something black moving through the underbrush. It was gone in an instant, but he still kept his eyes intent on the brush, slowly moving backwards.
Another few steps and he heard something behind him. He jerked around, scanning the area. He thought he saw another flash of black, but when nothing moved, he chalked it up to his imagination. That still did not stop him from making sure though.
He picked up a rock and threw it to where he had seen that flash, nothing seemed to move though. Jared was more experienced than this, he forgot about what he saw before his imagination could get away with him and continued his way.
Another flash made him stop once again not but fifty yards from where he had been the first time. He heard a growl this time and without thinking, he began to run. He heard the brush rustle as whatever it was started to chase after him.
Jared quickly looked behind him to see what it was, but all he saw was the movement of leaves. Whatever it was, it was getting closer, gaining on him every moment. His backpack was weighing him down, but if he dropped it, he could lose all of his supplies.
If he kept it on though, he could lose his life. With a tinge of regret, he unstrapped his backpack from around him, letting it fall to the ground. He did his best to look for some markers, but found very little to go by in the rush of fleeing for his life.
He felt so much lighter now and was starting to put a little distance between him and the thing chasing him. He was heading even deeper into the jungle now, though. The undergrowth would only get thicker and his areas of escape would only dwindle the further he went.
He looked around at the trees, trying to find one that he could climb. Most of them had branches that were much too far out of his reach to grab hold of. Others had branches that were too thin to even support his weight. Even if he did manage to get into one of the trees, he wondered how much of an advantage it would really bring him.
But he was growing tired already, his chest heaving as he panted for air. His legs burned and his feet stung from days of hiking. He wondered just how much running he could do before he started to lag behind. Whatever was after him sounded like it was almost on top of him now, so he had no choice but to do the best he could.
He rounded a particularly thick tree trunk and came to a sudden stop. The parallax caused by such tightly packed trees had blocked his view of a steep cliff face, but now he was staring right at it. It was too much for him to climb, especially in his condition. He had to find another way out.
He heard another growl to his side as the creature that was chasing him pounced from out of the trees. Jared blinked. It was a jaguar, they were usually fearful of people and avoided them at all costs. Well, unless they were hungry or protecting their young, that was. With the way the jaguar was licking its lips, Jared assumed the former.
The jaguar was a light tawny color with white fur along its underside. Darker tan spots blotched its fur, outlined in black fur and usually with a splotch of black in the center. Its triangular ears stood upright, pointed straight at Jared as it hunched, those golden eyes locked on his.
He wanted to run at that moment but his legs would not respond to his commands. He felt his heart racing in his chest, it felt like it was beating against his ribcage as though to escape if he was not going to.
He managed to at least pull a knife from out of his pocket. It was only a small one with a five inch blade, but he folded it out anyway and held it firmly in his hand. He had no other choice, if he could not run he would have to fight.
With the amount of adrenaline coursing through his veins he could swear he saw everything in slow motion. The jaguar kicked its hind legs forward, rushing towards him with another low, powerful growl. Several yards in front of him it leaped into the air and Jared brought the knife forward.
He stared in disbelief as the jaguar began to lose cohesion. From the middle of its body, outward, it was like atoms were being pulled apart. Replacing it was a dark smaze that seemed to move in a fluid motion, spreading out from the center like strokes from a brush. By the time the creature had reached the tip of his knife, it was no longer a jaguar, but rather a wisp of smoke.
It enveloped his body then blew past him, leaving him standing with shaky legs and an unsteady hand. He coughed as the smoke irritated his throat, bringing his free hand up in a fist to cover his mouth. His mind raced to try to find logic in what had just happened, but there was none. At first the jaguar was there, then...
Jared's body tensed as he felt something press up against his back. An arm wrapped around him while the other gripped his wrist tightly. He felt a sharp pain dropped the knife onto the ground, it stuck into the soft soil a couple of inches.
His eyebrows creeped up his forehead as he stared at a tawny arm with a familiar splotch pattern. He turned his head, only to feel a rough tongue slide across his smooth cheek. It was warm and it was wet, it extended from a maw with sharp, pointed teeth as well.
He bellowed a cry for help but was quickly silenced when he felt a pair of lips pressing into his own. He stared back into a pair of golden eyes, he felt dizzy and his mind felt hazy. Somehow, he even felt relaxed as the jaguar kissed him. Relaxed enough, he leaned his body back against the creature.
He should have been panicking and struggling. He was being held by a cat that was now standing on two feet, somehow holding him. It even had opposable thumbs on his paws. Above all else, the thing was kissing him - and what a good kisser he was.
He? Somehow Jared knew it was a he. The scent that wafted off of the creature was masculine, almost musky. He was not sure why he had not smelled it sooner, it seemed so powerful now. Each breath he took in was filled with that scent, like a fine cologne you found you could not pull away from.
He felt a broad, course tongue slide past his lips and welcomed it into his mouth. He suckled on the tip as his eyes closed, focusing solely on the kiss. A peculiar warmth passed over his body, and a familiar pressure grew in his loins. He pressed back against the jaguar, feeling the same pressure repeated in his predator.
Somehow he knew this place was not where he belonged. He vaguely remembered being with more of his kind once, of getting separated from them at some point. It was all a haze, but a silly notion that he lived thousands of miles away nagged at him. That was ridiculous though, the rainforest had always been his home.
He heard ripping and his eyes sprung open as he broke from the kiss. He felt the pressure of a sharp claw against his chest while it dragged downward, tearing at his shirt. It exposed his muscular chest and the slightly rounded belly he had gained as a swimmer.
"What are you..." Jared began before a finger was pressed to his lips.
"Shh, just relax for now." The jaguar responded much to Jared's surprise.
Still, he kept quiet as the cat had...commanded? He supposed it was a command, at least he took it that way. He recalled a time when he was reluctant to do as anybody told him, he supposed that was how he had gotten lost in the first place. There was something nice about about following the jaguar's orders though. Something right about it.
The shirt was pulled off of him and he could feel the hot, humid air against his skin. A layer of sweat clung to him, making his tan skin shimmer in light that managed to beam through the thick leaves overhead. He felt better which was why he did not protest when his pants were torn away as well.
He could feel that pressure against the thin fabric of his cotton boxer briefs as the jaguar's full sheath pressed into his cleft. The warmth of the exposed head seeped through the fabric and against his tight pucker. It was enough to force a soft moan from his lips as he pressed his hips back.
He opened his mouth to say something, but was silenced once again in a passionate kiss. His mind was swimming in the thick haze that clouded his reason, obscured his memories. He could no longer remember how he had gotten to the rainforest, but at the same time he had a strong feeling he had always been here.
The jaguar wedged a finger into the waist band of his boxer briefs and pealed them down in the back, before giving them a tug. The fell around his knees, his shaft dangling half-hard between his balls. The head was already wet and his flesh firmed quickly to stand before him, throbbing with the quick beat of his heart.
He drew in air between his teeth as he felt warm fur against his rump and a firm sheath pressing between his cheeks. He ground back against the jaguar and moaned into the kiss when he felt warm flesh slide along his pucker. It caused a shiver to run down his spine, the tingling sensation building at its base.
For a moment, he recalled chasing after women back in his home town, but the more he tried to remember, the more alien that life seemed to get. His back started to itch and he rubbed again the jaguar's chest, the muscles underneath that soft, short fur so firm and defined.
Jared broke from the kiss and stared into those golden eyes, losing himself for a moment while the cat ground against his ass. He wanted more, and he wanted it badly. He could feel just how empty he felt, but the jaguar was providing just the thing he needed to fill that void.
"Fuck me, please." He added the last part in a breathy tone as he pressed his ass back against the cat's crotch and felt the rounded head of the jaguar's haft pressing against his pucker.
It leaked viscus, thick precum that slicked his hole and dribbled down his cleft. Another shiver shot down his spine and again, that tingling sensation built at the base. He gritted his teeth as a moment of discomfort overtook him, he could swear something was pushing out of his lower back!
It was then that the Jaguar plunged forward. Jared's pucker gave way to the hot, pulsing pole of flesh as it slid easily into his hot, smooth passage. He leaned over, spreading his legs for the jaguar who was now mating him. That void was filled, for the most part, but he wanted more.
On the next thrust into him, Jared pushed back and howled in pleasure as he felt his rump press back into the jaguar's crotch. He could feel a pair of fuzzy balls slap against his own as he took the shaft all the way to the hilt. Jared wanted to keep it there, but her certainly did not complain when the jaguar pulled almost all the way out.
Another slam into him and he felt that shaft running against his prostate. It filled him with such pleasure that it was all he could do to hold back his moans and grunts. He could feel that familiar itch spreading down his lower back and across his rump, and could even see the dense, dark brown fur sprouting at his sides.
Another memory flashed through his mind. One of being completely furless - well, except for the top of his head, under his arms and between his legs. It was a silly notion, to think he had exposed skin. Yet there he was without half of his fur. He could not quiet explain it, but something told him not to worry. He became more focused on being mated than anything else.
His pucker clamped around the jaguar's shaft, but he could feel the cat make up for it with more forceful thrusting. They almost threw him off balance each time, but the jaguar kept a firm grip around him. He could even feel that course tongue licking across the back of his furry neck.
He was now covered from the neck down in fur except for a small portion that did not grow around his quickly darkening nipples. The fur was even creeping up the back of his head and around to his cheeks. He could feel his face pushing out into a short muzzle, the pain of his transformation offset by the pleasure of having such a hot cock thrusting in and out of his tailhole.
Speaking of tailhole, the pressure in his spine has stopped. He could move his new appendage with incredible accuracy and ended up wrapping the thick tail around the cat's waist, trying his best to keep it out of the way.
Skin grew around the base of his shaft, enveloping it a soft, fuzzy sheath of cream fur that matched his belly, chest and the fuzzy balls that hung under his manhood. His shaft grew pinker, the head no longer as distinct but still leaking precum like crazy.
It splattered against his belly fur and onto the ground below as he dug his toes into the dirt. His toe nails thinned and grew a dark brown, lengthening to rounded points as he gripped the ground more firmly than before. Oddly enough, between his toes, skin began to grow. A soft film of skin with very short, black furs spread between each toes. It was happening to his fingers as well.
Somehow he knew the webs were there to help him swim. Much like how his thick, dense fur was kept slick so the water rolled around him instead of threw his fur. Thick, dark whiskers sprouted on his cheeks, wiggling as his new new muzzle stopped growing.
He had a large, black nosepad at the tip of his muzzle and a maw full of sharp teeth like the cat behind him. He could even feel his ears as they shifted, growing smaller and rounder as they creeped up to the top of his head.
His shaft pulsed heavily as the jaguar grabbed his new, sensitive flesh. He could feel the thrusts inside of him coming quicker and knew his mate was getting close. His own balls were tightening against him as hormones rushed through his body, urging him on.
"Cum for me, my love." He heard the jaguar whisper into his ear and he felt the overwhelming need to obey.
His body tensed, he let out a squeak and then a gasp as he felt his balls churning, his cock throbbing and his prostate pulsing to spray the last vestige of humanity left in his body. He cried out, ropes of his cum squirting from the rounded head of his shaft and onto the rainforest floor.
His pucker tightened firmly around the jaguar's shaft and he felt his mate thrust into him once more, soft barbs tickling his passage and running along his throbbing prostate as the cat growled. The grip around Jared tightened and he could feel those sharp claws digging through his skin as his mate came.
His bowels filled with warmth as ribbons of thick feline cum filled him thoroughly, falling back around the jaguar's shaft before it leaked out of his tailhole. He could feel the cum rushing down his cleft and behind his balls, dripping between his webbed feet.
The new otter gave off a coo of contentment and pleasure as he was marked by cum. He was the jaguar's submissive, his mate. A memory of being a human child flashed before his mind's eye and disappeared just as quickly, his new life and new identity taking him over.
It was a few minutes before his mate pulled out of him, his pucker clamping shut to hold as much of the jaguar's seed inside of him as possible. He was turned around, kissed firmly on the lips by his lover as he lost himself in those eyes once more. He cooed into the jaguar's maw and held his sides, his toes stroking along the cat's feet as he swayed his rudder behind him. He could feel cum dribbling down his legs now, but he could care less.
When his mate broke the kiss, Jared laid his head against the cat's chest, draping his arms around his waist. He let out a contented coo and took a deep breath of his mate's scent which was now mixed with his own.
"Thank you for awakening me, my love." The otter whispered softly as he was squeezed in the jaguar's arms.
"You're welcome, dear." The jaguar said with a smile on his maw. "Now, let's get you home and all cleaned up." He swiped his tongue across Jared's forehead and licked at each one of those rounded ears before the otter nodded.
They looked at one another again before their bodies began to fade away, replaced by smokey haze. One black as the night's sky during a new moon, the other a creamy tan. The wisps entwined around one another before they were carried on the wind towards their new home and towards their now life together.