Shere Khan's Revenge
Shere Khan's Revenge
The big tiger that has haunted Mowgli ever since he was a naked little man's cub that came to the den of Mother and Father Wolf, members of the Seeonee Pack, has finally received a chance to avenge himself upon the boy. . .
And maybe a chance for Mowgli to avenge himself. . .
Mowgli awoke early one morning, nestled between his lupine brothers and sisters. He stretched, yawned, opening his mouth wide like a wolf, and slid silently away from the large, furry bodies and out of the cave into the warm mist that moved slowly through the jungle in white tendrils. Mowgli sniffed the air, checking for any danger, then leapt like an ape for the nearest tree. Once high in the branches, he flattened himself against the leafy boughs and crept quietly through them, looking for birds' eggs, and, if he was lucky, birds themselves. He was rewarded with the soft cooing of a mother dove on her nest up ahead, and sprang like his mentor, Bagheera, onto her. The whitefeathered bird flapped wildly, but Mowgli broke her neck between his strong hands, took her in his mouth, and grabbed two eggs from the warm nest. He crouched through the branches on two legs, his back hunched and his knees bent, so that he could keep his balance on the slippery moss that covered and draped the jungle's trees. A low call, half growl and half cry, sounded below him. Mowgli smiled behind his mouthful of dove, and hurled himself out into open air, hurtling downwards from fifty feet up. His hard feet pointing toward the ground, he held his prey closer.
WHUMP!
A huge pair of arms caught him, greyfurred and thickclawed. Mowgli grunted as he was swung up against a broad chest, and then came face-to-face with his other teacher, Baloo. The old bear smiled at him, twitching his snout in amusement at the wolf-boy's effort to grin back around the dove. "Now then, little brother, didst thou met any of the Jungle People whilst thou wast hunting?" Mowgli spat out the dove. "No, brother." Baloo nodded. "Then thou was silent, like the mist?" Mowgli beamed brightly. "The dove did not see me coming until it was too late!" The old bear smiled wider. "Good, good. What hast thou brought me, little furless one?" Mowgli offered the dove's eggs, and Baloo accepted them. Puncturing a hole in the end of one, he put his mouth to the perforation and sucked the contents out. When he had finished both eggs, he ran a long tongue across his muzzlelips. "Thou knowest my weakness, Mowgli." The naked young boy tore a gash in the dove's belly with his teeth, then ripped apart the delicate ribcage with his hands and reached in for the liver. Throwing back his head and flipping his long black hair out of the way, he chewed the rich, delectable morsel, and then smiled at his teacher, his strong white teeth stained with blood. "Thou hast taught me well, Baloo." A lithe, black shape slid lazily down among them, and two yellow eyes glowed in a face as black as jet. "Good morning, little brother, good morning, Baloo." The bear and the wolf-boy nodded their greetings, and Bagheera sniffed at the dove. Mowgli was quick to offer it, but the sleek black panther shook his head. "No, little brother. I was up early this morning, roaming the man's lands, their ploughed fields, and the traps where their cattle sleep. Stupid, weak things! I broke one's neck with one blow of my paw, dragged it out in plain sight of the trap where the man-pack's leader sleeps, and fed upon it, then killed two more and left them in the streets."
Baloo frowned. "To kill for sport is waste, Bagheera. Thou knowest this as well as I." The panther scoffed, leaping into a large tree to stretch out above his friends' heads. "They are creatures of Man, old honey-eater! To kill them for sport is perfectly acceptable by the Law of the Jungle! to kill Man is an entirely different thing altogether!" Mowgli said nothing, just crouched over his kill and fed slowly, listening to the words of his teachers. They formed a backdrop for the daydream that unfurled in his mind, one of his archenemy Shere Khan, trekking the forest in search of deer instead of his usual Wainganga bullocks. Mowgli pictured himself, striding briskly toward the great tiger, then springing like a wolf upon him and plunging his teeth deep into Shere Khan's back. . . Baloo turned to the naked boy. "Man-cub!" Startled, Mowgli threw his head up. The old bear was glaring at him. "Man-cub, I do not know why thy Mother Wolf chose to call thee "Mowgli," which means frog, for any frog would have more alertness than thee!" Mowgli looked quickly at the ground, reddening with shame at his teacher's rebuke of him. Bagheera stopped cleaning his face long enough to comment, "Let the man-cub alone, Baloo, thou tormenter of little beasts!" To Mowgli, he added, "Thou wast dreaming of Shere Khan again, wast though not?" Mowgli nodded, his dove forgotten. "Shere Khan treks in my dreams now, Bagheera. I. . . I feel that I will meet him soon, but I will not be killed. Yet, I cannot help feeling that he will hurt me, in some way." It was Baloo's turn to scoff. "Thou dreamest that thou meets Shere Khan and feel that thou will meet him someday, but not be killed by him! Look now, man-cub! The tiger, although his mother named him 'Lungri,' the Lame One, he has not shown mercy to a living creature in all his life! What makes thou think, then, that thou will be spared his wrath if thee should one day meet him in the jungle?" Mowgli said nothing, but Bagheera said, "I see no reason why thy dream should be one of ill omen, little brother." He looked at Baloo. "After all, he was spared by the pack when he first stepped among us, and Shere Khan did not harm him then."
Baloo snorted, scratching his stomach with a broad paw. "That is precisely my reason for alarm, cow-killer! For Shere Khan was not allowed to even touch Mowgli, let alone kill him then! But, as they dream of murdering one another, it may come to a head one day, when the man-cub meets the tiger in the jungle alone." Bagheera sighed. "Thee is right, Baloo. What say thee, little naked brother?" Mowgli finished his dove and flung it into the bushes. Turning on his two teachers, he glared at them. "My dreams are my own! If Shere Khan wishes to kill me, then let him come, and I will settle my scores with him, on my own behalf!" Snarling like an angry wolf, he launched himself into the trees and leapt away, shouting. "And I shall divest him of his pelt, that brilliant, striped pelt, and use it as cover for Akela's rock! I shall cut his teeth from his head and wear them upon my neck, so that every beast will know what I have done, I, Mowgli, man-cub and wolf-boy, son of Raksha, wolf of the Seeonee Pack, and enemy of Man and Shere Khan!" With that, he was gone. Baloo and Bagheera gazed at each other, and then the bear cleared his throat. "He has the spirit of a jungle warrior." The black panther nodded. "Indeed. But, if he has chosen to meet Shere Khan alone, then I will wonder if that is a waste in itself, a waste of good spirit and strength?"
**
Mowgli brooded high in one of his favorite trees, listening to the sounds of the Jungle People as the retired for the night. He heard Kaa's scales hiss across the bark of a nearby tall woody plant, heard the Bandar-Log, or, monkeys, shrieking in the canopy above him, heard Chil the kite swoop down onto a woodrat. The boy slipped down from the leafy boughs onto the ground, where he crouched in sullen silence, for he heard Baloo calling him. "Why should I go to that fat old honey-eater?" he thought rebelliously to himself. "I can take care of myself!" Leaping like his namesake, the frog, he slipped like an otter into the river and dove quietly. Baloo shambled up to the tree where he had spotted Mowgli, Bagheera at his heels. "Little brother? Man's-cub, come down! I meant thee no ill will! I speak only of the Law of the Jungle, and say that Shere Khan will not heed it! Come down, or I will send Bagheera up to fetch thee!" There was no reply. Arching his back, Bagheera yawned and jeered gently at his old bearfriend. "Thou seest not that thy man-cub has gone from here? Thy eyes must grow old and dim, fruit-consumer, for the little naked frog is not here. He has gone." Baloo sighed, slapping a forepaw against the treetrunk in frustration. "Arulah Wahoo! He has left, but to where?" Bagheera's eyes narrowed in concentration. "The old deserted city of men, the Cold Lairs, where the Bandar-Log frisk foolishly and risk Kaa's wrath, perhaps?" Baloo scratched his stomach, something he did when nervous or making a point. "Perhaps." The black panther at his side stretched. "He did tryst with the grey apes before, and knows where the Cold Lairs lay." Baloo sniffed the air. "But we disciplined him for that, did we not?" Bagheera smiled mirthlessly. "But he is young, and therefore still full of ideas." Baloo nodded wearily. "Thou hast a keen head upon those broad shoulders, my friend. Come, let us go." Bagheera shook his head. "We shall rest here, Baloo, and seek out Kaa in the morning. He will find the man-cub for us. I shall promise him many goats, and he will accept, for he is always genial at the changing of his skin." Baloo nodded and sat down. "I hope, for the sake of his own life, that he has not forsaken the Jungle tongue in his anger." Bagheera nodded, leaping up into the tree and stretching out his long, sleek body across a branch. He yawned, but kept his yellow eyes open until he could not any longer. The black panther and the old grey bear slept.
**
Mowgli had swam far downstream underwater, and was now surfacing at a small glade, where the river ran past a copse of fruit trees. The wolf-boy slid out of the river, shook himself like a wolf, and then headed for the tall grass at the base of the trees. Curling himself up among the cool green stems, he slept, keeping one ear cocked for danger.
**
Shere Khan prowled his dreams that night, menacing and savage. The great tiger would circle him, always out of reach of his arms, but close enough to strike. Mowgli, in his sleep, bared his teeth and clenched his hands into fists as he confronted the big striped cat. Shere Khan came closer, slowly, but moving toward the boy until he was within striking distance of Mowgli's fists and feet. Shere Khan smiled wickedly, and then his face began to distort, shortening and compressing somewhat, until it resembled a man's face. Mowgli tried to attack, but found that he could not move, as the great, disfigured, shaggy head loomed closer and closer. . .
The man-cub flung up his head, sprinkling droplets of water over the grass as he clawed his way frantically up the tree behind him. Once in the highest boughs, he shook himself and found that he was wet with sweat. Shivering, he clung to the branches, snarling with fear under his breath as his mind swam with frightened questions and doubts.
Was Shere Khan really a human in disguise?
He remembered, during his stay in the village, the old musket-hunter Buldeo mesmerizing his audience of young and old with the story of the aged, lame money-lender. Buldeo told of how this particular money-lender's counting books had been burned, and the money-lender killed. As a result, Buldeo had said, the old money-lender's spirit had entered a tiger. That tiger, he swore, had been Shere Khan, for, "as the old money-lender had been lame, so is this tiger lame, and the marks of his paws are uneven."
Mowgli shook his head. No. Shere Khan was as animal as the beasts he himself lived with. Nevertheless, the boy ascended the fruit tree higher and sprawled out like Bagheera across a thick branch to sleep, safe from any danger he could not see.
He awoke hours later, yawned, the sunrays playing across his smooth brown skin, and slid effortlessly from the tree into the grass. Flipping his black hair out of the way, he crouched like a wolf and craned his neck to smell the air. The small junglebreezes that played about him carried the scents of birds, deer, water, grass, fruit, and the Bandar-Log. Mowgli's stomach growled, reminding him that he had not eaten since the day before, and he leapt into the tree once more, flinging himself through the branches boldly, snatching fruit and nuts as he went. He landed lightly upon the ground, ripped a mouthful from an orange, and cracked a large nut between his teeth. Chewing the nutmeat with the fruit, Mowgli cracked the rest of the nuts open, mixed their meat with more flesh torn from the orange, and ate hungrily. Once finished, he headed swiftly down to the river and drank deeply, and then went to seek shelter for a brief nap before he hunted.
The screeching of Mang the bat woke him, and the boy arose from his grassy nest, stretched, yawned, and then slid silently into the river to converse with the Snake People before he hunted the deer. He found a fine specimen of one just about to slip into the river from a flat rock upon the bank. "We be of one blood, thee and I," Mowgli said, hissing loudly to finish this pronouncement. The water-snake dropped its head's aggressive S-position, and flicked its tongue out in the young wolf-boy's direction to taste his scent. "Man-cub? Man-cub? It is thee, is it not, Mowgli, frog of the Seeonee Pack?" Mowgli smiled, the moonlight sparkling across his strong white teeth. "It is I, thee of the Snake People." The water serpent nodded. "Well, what dost thou want of me, man-cub? Lo, the moon rises higher in the sky, and the fish and beetles will emerge from their holes soon to dance in its shadow. Give me leave to hunt, man-cub!" Mowgli swam closer. "Why is Mang screaming?" The snake nodded. "It is a bad thing that Mang screeches. Shere Khan hunts in these jungles tonight, and we would all do well to keep from his path!" The snake slid into the water and would have shot away, but, as it was, Mowgli was faster. His own hand flashed out and grasped the serpent around its slender body. "And I, I, frog of the pack? What hast Mang said about me?" The snake shook its head. "Mang hast said nothing about you, but heed my words and challenge the tiger not! The Lame One hunts in the forest tonight because the man-pack hast built heaps of the Red Flower around the cattle-trap, and this frightens him away. Because of this, Shere Khan is angry. Now, unhand me!" Mowgli released the snake and let it slide away through the river.
The snake had said that Shere Khan was prowling this jungle, that the tiger was angry and hungry, because the villagers had built fires around the place that the cattle were kept, to keep the bovines safe from the tiger and other predators. Mowgli dove underwater and performed a little flip of joy. This was his night to fight Shere Khan! The boy surfaced downstream a ways and crept out onto the bank, all thoughts of hunting for meat gone from his head. Tonight he would hunt a tiger.
**
Baloo and Bagheera had failed to find Kaa that day, but had curled up beside the stump where the huge python usually slept, waiting for him to return from hunting, visions of Mowgli dancing in both their heads.
**
Mowgli crouched among the creepers and bushes to sniff at a large pawtrack in the mud at the edge of the riverbank. Shere Khan had passed through here not an hour ago. The wolf-boy sprang quietly into a tree and stared out over the trail. His wolf-senses almost painfully acute, he watched as a huge shadow slipped across the path. Shere Khan was obviously checking to make sure that no one had followed him. Mowgli's muscles tightened in anticipation. He waited until the great tiger was directly below his tree, and then, with a howl of triumph, sprang. . .
Shere Khan whirled as a heavy weight descended onto his back. Snarling, he sought to did his claws into the young man-cub's side and drag him off, but Mowgli shifted his position, sank his teeth into the big tiger's back, then leapt away, landing on his feet to face Shere Khan again. The tiger, shocked and enraged by Mowgli's attack on him, heaved himself to his feet and roared, blood dripping down his sides from the wounds on his back. "Foolish man-cub! Senseless weakling! By the bull that bought thee, I shall kill thee and take thy head as my tribute!" Shere Khan vaulted toward the wolf-boy, and Mowgli surged up to meet his attack, seizing the tiger's left ear between his strong teeth and punching wildly with his free hand into the tiger's face. Infuriated by the pain, Shere Khan rolled over, smashing Mowgli into the soft ground under him, then leapt to his paws and batted the young boy away easily. Mowgli hit a tree and sank to the earth half-senseless. Shere Khan padded toward him, panting and snarling, ready to unsheath his claws and take the man-cub's life, but something held him back. . .
The sheath that hung between his legs swelled and pressed against both of his thighs; then his glistening red meat slid out to dangle under him, wet with precum and eager to teach Mowgli a lesson. Shere Khan smiled wickedly. "Perhaps I shall not kill thee just yet, man's cub, but I shall instruct thee. . ." Through a haze of pain and the throbbing in his head, Mowgli dimly felt a huge warm paw on his rear, then another, and winced as they pressed his cheeks apart. He shuddered as a long, raspy, feline tongue scraped down his rumphole, then the tip of it slid inside of the boy and tasted him there. Mowgli shivered with guilty delight as his own cock grew hard and pointed toward the ground. Shere Khan growled softly, spreading Mowgli wider and licking harder, then rolled the boy over onto his back so that his young cock thrust proudly into the air. Mowgli shuddered with pleasure as the tiger rasped his tongue over his maleness, wrapping it around him, then Shere Khan's warm mouth descended onto him and took all of him in, down, down, down, until the tiger's nose bumped the small square of black, wiry pubic hair that surrounded Mowgli's shaft. For a thirteen-year-old boy, Mowgli was fairly well endowed, but compared to the tiger's dripping erection, his own was small and insignificant. However, in the heat of pleasure and the heavy scent of the aroused tiger, this fact was forgotten, along with what he had come to do.
Shere Khan tightened his throat muscles, squeezing Mowgli's cock and making the wolf-boy shudder again and thrust his hips upward, then pulled his mouth from him and looked into his eyes. "Dost thee want me now, man-cub?" Mowgli nodded, panting hard, then groaning as Shere Khan climbed atop him, pressing his warm, furred body against Mowgli's own bare flesh, but keeping most of his weight upon his paws and knees.
Mowgli stared in amazement as Shere Khan's face and body grew and lost some of its tigrine characteristics, changing until the tiger resembled a very heavily muscled and handsome tiger-man. It was just like his dream! Still shocked with awe, Mowgli reached out a hand and ran his fingers through the cream-colored fur that covered Shere Khan's chest, throat, and ran down in a wide strip to his belly. It felt silky upon his palm, and he stared into Shere Khan's eyes, which were still slitted and amber. "Is. . . is this body still thine, Shere Khan?" The tiger-morph, still straddling the boy's body, smiled. "Oh, very much indeed so, man-cub. I have only assumed this form so that thee might see me in all my glory and power." Mowgli stroked the broad shoulders and ran his hands down Shere Khan's chest, admiring the ripple of muscle there. "Is this how thee steal cattle from the man pack?" The striped morph nodded. "Thou hast a wise head, little brother." He bent his head down until his muzzle was next to Mowgli's ear. "But know," Shere Khan whispered, blowing warm breath across the side of Mowgli's head and face, "that every one of the Jungle People hast their own form, like me, and can change into it when the mood takes them." Mowgli stared at the tiger-morph, aghast and astonished. "What about me, Shere Khan? Do I have a form that I might assume when the mood takes me?" He gripped the powerful forearms, hoping desperately that he did. The tiger sat back and stroked his chin like a man, still kneeling astride Mowgli's young body. "Thou hast lived with the wolves since thy second year, man-cub. Thou hast hunted with them, eaten with them, slept with them, even fought with them on occasion. I see no reason why thee could not take the form of a young wolf." Mowgli wanted to howl for joy, to leap and run and kiss the tiger. Instead, he gripped Shere Khan more tightly and breathed, "How may I do this thing? Tell me!" Shere Khan smiled. "That," he chuckled, "is the amusing part. In order to become take a form akin to mine, you must first lie with me. Whatever part of you I touch after I say The Incantation will become like a wolf-morph's own." Mowgli looked into the tiger's eyes, then gathered his courage. "Yes, Shere Khan. I shall lie with thee, and thou shalt make me a beast like you." The young wolf-boy cocked his head. "How do I know that this is all not just a trick to make me lie with thee?" Shere Khan smiled. "The Incantation binds me, man-cub. I cannot trick thee, or transform thee into some hideous beast, for, in doing so, I would be changing myself." Mowgli nodded slowly, then closed his eyes and lay back, his body tense. "Yes. I shall lie with thee, and thee shall make me a form like you." Shere Khan smiled, closed his own eyes, and began:
"In the days of old when sins untold
Haunted the peaceful wood
And sorrows gleaned the ones that beamed
Upon the command of Lud
Came a spell of sorts to purge the force
Of Evil, Null, and Void
Metamorphosis took hold
In those days of old
When sin ran rampant in the land
Lud punished the wicked band
They called themselves the Jungle People
And so their punishment was not simple
For the jungles had to be cleansed
From the ashes of the destroyed wood
Rose a creature, fierce but good
With the features of a jungle beast
But the shape of the Man Pack's peace
When the moon grows full and seeps into the jungle
The people that were killed by sin
Grow and change and rumble
Once changed, they stand upon two legs
And haunt the forest 'round them
They steal what they want and they take what they need
From the Man Pack who gave them their greed
May another now come under thy shadow
Oh, Ruler of Darkness, my lord Lud
And may the power come to him
May the symbol be marked in his blood."
Without warning, Shere Khan slashed a furrow down Mowgli's arm. The boy howled with pain as his blood seeped out into the ground, and struggled to free himself, but Shere Khan held him pinned down with his muscular thighs and waited until the last drop of blood that had surged from the gash spilled into the earth. Then, still straddling the shocked and wounded boy, the tiger-morph bent his head and pressed his mouth to Mowgli's. The young man-cub stiffened, but, as Shere Khan's clawed hand-paws roved through his long mane of jet-black hair and across the sides of his face, Mowgli pulled the tiger down to him and wrapped his arms around Shere Khan's neck, returning the kiss, opening his mouth and letting his tongue entertwine with the tiger-morph's own. Patches of black fur appeared where Shere Khan's hands brushed Mowgli's body, and the boy's mouth changed into a muzzle, long and lupine. As the tiger's fingers stroked through his hair, across his ears, his face, his throat, more black fur sprang from Mowgli's firm flesh, following Shere Khan's palms, Mowgli's ears became long and pointed and migrated to the top of his head, and his long tresses of hair vanished. As new sounds flooded into his organs of hearing, the boy's face became longer, his eyes narrowed, the pupils enlarged and became pitch-black, and the whites of his eyes turned a deep yellow.
Shere Khan sat up and surveyed his work so far. Mowgli, from the throat up, was a young, handsome wolf-morph, blackpelted and golden-eyed. The tiger smiled, shifted, and went to work again. His muzzle descended onto Mowgli's right shoulderblade, licking and nuzzling, while his paws described little circles around the lupine half-morph's nipples, making exquisite patterns of ebony fur upon Mowgli's strong chest. Shere Khan's teeth nipped gently at Mowgli's shoulderblade, changing the smooth brown skin into black fur there as well, then moved to the other shoulderblade. The tiger's lips kissed across it, making Mowgli shiver with delight, then moved lower to nibble carefully down Mowgli's left arm. Shere Khan's lips left two lines of pure black fur wherever they touched, which left his hands free to change Mowgli further. . . and give him pleasure. As his mouth added more inky fur to Mowgli's body, the tiger-morph's fingers stroked the boy's sides, under his armpits, then slid under his back and moved downwards. Shere Khan, now having changed the young man-cub into wolf-morph from eartip to midchest, shifted his position backward as his hands slid slowly down Mowgli's back, between the soft jungle floor and the boy's warm, now blackfurred body.
Mowgli jumped as the huge warm hands cupped his rear in their palms, changing the sleek brown flesh into black fur. Shere Khan nibbled and kissed down the boy's stomach, licking at his navel, while he muttered something under his breath. Mowgli jerked involuntarily as a tail ripped from the skin on his rear, painlessly, of course, to nestle beneath him, bushy and ebonyfurred. Shere Khan caressed the furred buttocks while his mouth ran across the muscled top of Mowgli's left thigh, changing it from flesh to fur, and making Mowgli moan softly. When he could not reach with his neck any further, Shere Khan slid his hands out from under Mowgli's rump and gripped the young wolf-morph's ankles, transforming them to furred flesh, and lifted them until he could wrap them around his neck. He gazed into Mowgli's eyes, smiling as he stroked up from the wolf-morph's rump to his underthighs, slipping his hands around to the young wolf-boy's inner thighs and caressing there, but deliberately leaving his hard cock and dangling balls untouched. His hands slid all the way up, past the calves, to the tops of Mowgli's feet, and the boy flinched again as bone tore painlessly from his flesh, this time from the tips of his toes, which shrank into claws as both feet changed into anthro-paws. Shere Khan let Mowgli's legs drop from around his neck, and studied Mowgli carefully.
Now completely covered in black fur except for his genitals, Mowgli gazed back from behind a wolf's eyes, imbedded in a wolf's face. His lupine muzzle creased into a smile, which turned to a grimace of pleasure as Shere Khan took his length into his tigrine mouth again. The tiger-morph's nimble fingers caressed Mowgli's balls gently, covering them with black fur and causing them to grow until they were almost the size of ripe plums. The wolf-morph's erection, deep in Shere Khan's mouth, grew as well, turning red, thick, and lengthening until it measured, fully erect, thirteen inches, which rivaled Shere Khan's own thirteen and one half length. The thickness of Mowgli's lupine cock was three inches deep; its width, five inches around. Once again, Shere Khan's cock at four inches deep and six inches around almost met its match, for, when Mowgli was ready to climax, a section near the base of the wolf-morph's cock would expand into a huge knot. Mowgli moaned as the tiger's raspy feline tongue licked the beads of precum from the tip of his cock, thrusting his hips upward. "Thou*art*gifted!" The wolf-morph howled as he came, and Shere Khan's mouth was suddenly filled with pure, sticky, white seed. It gushed from the corners of his mouth, splashing to the ground between Mowgli's spread thighs. The tiger tried to swallow as much of it as he could, but Mowgli shoved his swollen knot between Shere Khan's lips and held himself there, still spewing cum in a river. The tiger drank eagerly of the wolf-morph's seed, still caressing his balls as Mowgli spent himself, milking the young wolf-boy dry. Mowgli lay back as the shock of his first real orgasm shook his body, and made no move to stop Shere Khan's draining mouth and pumping paws.
Shere Khan swallowed the last of it and waited until Mowgli's knot shrank until he cleaned the last of the sticky white cum from the young wolf-morph's inner thighs, large ballsac, and the belly of his still-hard, huge erection. Then, seeing the wolf-boy's obvious arousal, he smiled. "Wouldest thou like to please me, man-cub?" Mowgli nodded, and Shere Khan lay down upon his back, spreading his thickly muscled thighs. . . and waiting.
The young wolf-morph stared in awe at the huge tigrine erection, then reached out a hand-paw and stroked it lightly. The great muscles of Shere Khan's thighs quivered as he jumped unintentionally, then the tiger settle back as Mowgli drew closer. Flicking out his lupine tongue, the black wolf tasted the tiger's cock. Its was smooth, hard, hot, and massive. Mowgli scooted closer, wondering if his mouth would even begin to fit around so great a girth, and then his gaze dropped down to the tiger's balls. They were round and large, each twice the size of Mowgli's palm, and the wolf-morph could only speculate how great a load they held. It was no small wonder, Mowgli mused, staring at the tiger's huge balls, that every tigress in the jungle and the jungles beyond, were heavy with Shere Khan's fruit and that every cub born every year was his! Mowgli looked, wide-eyed, into the tiger's face. "Thou art well-endowed, Shere Khan."
Shere Khan watched the young lupine morph stare again at the immensity of the things that lay between his thighs, and chuckled to himself. Mowgli moved closer, and put his mouth around the crown of the tiger's erection. With a pang of relief, he realized that it would fit, and that he could take up to eight of Shere Khan's thirteen-and-a-half length down his throat. The young wolf-morph squeezed the tiger's cock with his throat muscles, as Shere Khan had done to him, and took the large balls into his hands to caress them as he began to suck.
The tiger-morph groaned and his great muscles rippled as his hips began to thrust toward the torturing mouth. "Where didest. . . ohhhh. . . thou learn to . . . mmmm. . . do this? Ahhh!" Mowgli smiled around his muzzleful of tigercock, and pointed toward Shere Khan. The feline morph smiled, and nodded. . . and groaned. "Thee hast learned it from me, man-cub, wolf-morph, whatever thou beest. Thou art a fast learner. Ahhhhhooohhhhhh!" Shere Khan exhaled his breath in an exclaiming moan as Mowgli worked faster, licking away the beads of precum, letting his wet wolftongue trail teasingly across the belly and sides of Shere Khan's rockhard cock, stroking and squeezing the tiger-morph's balls lightly. The tiger moaned and thrusted up into the warm cavern of Mowgli's mouth faster. Using what Shere Khan had taught him, Mowgli cupped the tiger's muscular, firm rump in his palms and sucked faster and harder, moaning himself from behind his mouthful of red cock. Shere Khan's long, blacktipped tail swirled tantalizingly around the young wolf-morph's balls and wrapped itself around his own hard cock, stroking and touching. Mowgli groaned and sucked faster, licking and suckling upon the tiger's immense balls.
Without warning, Shere Khan released what seemed like a gallon of cum into Mowgli's mouth. The wolf lapped eagerly at it, then frantically as it kept coming. Shere Khan groaned and growled, chuckling half to himself, half at Mowgli, as the black lupine morph swallowed and drank in the cum, trying to get it all down as more spilled in. Finally finished, he licked the tiger-morph clean and rocked back on his heels, waiting for Shere Khan's next action. The tiger smiled, panting hard, then pulled Mowgli onto his chest and kissed the young wolf-morph passionately. When at last they pulled away, Shere Khan gazed into Mowgli's eyes. "Wouldest thee like to mount me, or wouldest thou have me mount thee?" Mowgli nuzzled the square feline muzzle, flicking his tongue out at Shere Khan's nose, thinking. It would. . . it might feel good to have the big tiger inside of him, but on the other hand-paw. . . mmmm. Mowgli wanted to feel firsthand what making love really was, how the hot, tight muscles of Shere Khan's tailhole would feel rubbing across and squeezing his massive wolfdick, and in that moment, he made his decision. . . "I shall mount thee first, Shere Khan, and then experience thy lust for me." Shere Khan nodded, and Mowgli moved back between the great tiger's thighs so that the huge crown of his massive erection just pressed against the feline morph's sensitive ring of anal flesh. Mowgli smiled at his mate. "Is thee ready, Shere Khan?" The tiger-morph nodded, taking hold of Mowgli's muscled thighs, and moaned, letting his eyes flutter shut and his back arch, catlike, as the young blackfurred wolf-morph pressed inside.
Mowgli was astounded at the pressure, the friction, the heat. . . and the extrordinary tightness of Shere Khan's tailhole. As he sank further, thrusting snakelike, gentle and lovingly, Shere Khan let his tailtip trail teasingly across the young, black, wolf-morph's ballsac again. Mowgli moaned and bent his head to take Shere Khan's huge erection into his mouth. Licking and tasting gently with his tongue, he sank farther into the tight tiger, reveling in the pure, hot bliss he felt. Shere Khan grunted and rocked his hips slightly toward his young new lover's mouth. Mowgli kept his eyes fixed on Shere Khan's face as he opened the tiger up, driving his immense, thick, lupine pole into the tiger-morph's slowly stretching tailhole. He had never felt such intense pleasure before, and, as he sunk more of his immense length into Shere Khan, he felt the desperate need to cum; but he held back. Mowgli groaned as Shere Khan wrapped his tail around his large balls and squeezed lightly, trying to make him shoot off his load, but the still the wolf-morph held back. He licked the tigrine cock faster, taking the very top in his mouth and swirling his tongue about it as though licking a thick blob of honey from a finger. Shere Khan smiled to himself, as he knew what Mowgli was doing, and held back from orgasm as well. There was an unspoken agreement between them: to reach orgasm together. As the wolf-morph met resistance and gripped Shere Khan's heavily muscled thighs, he stared deep into the great striped feline's amber eyes. . . and the tiger nodded.
Mowgli howled as he rammed the last of his huge cock into the tiger-morph; then dipped his head to rest for a moment. Sweat dripped from the end of his long, lupine muzzle, from his pointed eartips, from his forehead, onto Shere Khan's muscular abdomen. The tiger rested as well, his tailhole on fire from the young wolf-morph's avid penetration of him, and let go of Mowgli's thighs for a moment to draw his lover into a kiss. The wolf-morph went to him willingly, sunk almost sac-deep into Shere Khan, and the two malemorphs kissed hungrily, running fingers through thick fur, caressing hips and rumps with gentle hands, nipping lovingly at one another's lips with careful fangs, the tiger's hard cock between them.
Mowgli pulled away first, his instincts taking over as his energy returned, and Shere Khan rolled over onto his hands and knees, holding his tail away as the young, blackfurred wolf regained his balance and knelt behind him, taking hold of his thighs. Mowgli groaned as he began the long process of pulling himself out of the hot, slightly bloody, clinging walls of Shere Khan's tailhole, made difficult by the swelling of his wolven knot. The tiger grunted as his lover carefully, slowly, extracted himself from the taut tunnel, seeping precum all along the way, to lubricate the feline morph for a more vigorous thrusting later. Shere Khan jerked unexpectedly as his cock spurted a jet of precum, aroused to even greater firmness by Mowgli drawing his last inches out. The young wolf-morph paused, then slid his dick back in, groaning with pleasure and hearing the tiger beneath him do the same as he began to thrust smoothly, his balls slapping against Shere Khan's own. The tiger-morph exhaled a shuddery breath and closed his eyes, pressing his rump against Mowgli's firm balls and warm thighs to meet each of the wolf's thrusts. Mowgli felt his knot inflate even more and resisted the urge to ram it into his mate and hurt him. Instead, he touched it to the sensitive ring of flesh around Shere Khan's anus as he plunged back down the tiger's slick tunnel, making the tiger-morph moan.
Shere Khan groaned and rocked back faster to meet Mowgli's quicker thrusts, feeling the hard lump of flesh touch his receptive ring of tissue around his expanded tailhole, while his huge, almost painfully hard tigercock leaked copious amounts of prejizz onto the ground between his thighs. Mowgli's own pre trickled down into Shere Khan's bowels as his swollen knot swelled larger with the arousal he was experiencing. "Ahhh, tiger of the jungle, why hast. . . mmmm. . . why hast thou not. . . ahhhh. . . lain with me. . . before?" Shere Khan smiled and began to speak, but his words turned into a moan as Mowgli's huge cockhead rubbed his prostate, milking more prejism from him. The tiger-morph could not help but buck back, hard, into the warm and yielding thighs and sac of his lover, his claws digging deep into the ground as he willed Mowgli to come. . . but still, the wolf held himself back. His hands, gripped around Shere Khan's thighs, slipped off to cup the tiger's huge balls as the great striped morph grew loose enough for easy penetration. Mowgli squeezed the immense, creamfurred orbs gently, wishing he could lick them again, then traced a finger down the tiger's left testicle and gripped his shaft in one hand. Taking Shere Khan's hard cock in both hands, he slowly jacked the tiger off, thrusting harder and harder and harder, his swollen knot of red meat slamming against the feline morph's anal ring, but Shere Khan was past the pain now. He rammed backward, squeezing Mowgli's balls between his own thighs and the tiger's own pumped rear, a small trick he had invented a while back, and roared in unison with the young wolf-morph's howl as Mowgli finally came.
A river of sticky, white, thick, cum poured into Shere Khan's fiery ass, and Mowgli still pounded him in, at last driving his knot into the tiger and successfully impaling the striped feline upon it. Shere Khan roared as he came, gushing abundant amounts of felinejism out onto the ground. Mowgli jerked his hips back and forth in choppy movements, jolting hot cum into Shere Khan as the tiger-morph clenched his anal muscles both reflexively and deliberately, and massaged Mowgli's lupine shaft of every last rich drop of wolfseed. Shere Khan kept the wolf's balls pressed between thighs and rump until the last droplet of cum had been drained from the huge orbs into his own body. Mowgli collapsed onto his lover's broad, blackstriped, muscled back, and panted heavily, tied to the tiger and reliving his wild ordeal. He couldn't help thinking that his penetration would be hot, spicy, and fast. . . and he was correct.
Once Mowgli had popped free of Shere Khan's cumsoaked ass, the tiger rose unsteadily to his feet, releasing a large gout of slightly bloody cum down the back of his thighs, ankles, and heels, which pooled on the ground, but groaned when Mowgli bent him over and cleaned his own lupine seed from the tiger's quite stretched ass, balls, then moved to the front and licked Shere Khan of the tiger's own spilled cum. Once tidy and unsticky, Shere Khan picked up his young wolf-lover and pressed Mowgli against a tree, facing the stimulated tiger. Wrapping the young wolf-morph's legs around his waist, Shere Khan cupped Mowgli's rump in his hands and entered the wolf's tight asshole with a firm thrust. Mowgli groaned and gripped his lover's shoulders as Shere Khan, supporting the wolf's weight easily, submerged inch after huge thick inch of dripping red tigercock into his lupine mate. Using the tree against his back as a support, Mowgli swung forward to meet Shere Khan's thrusts. The tiger-morph drove himself deeper, meeting resistance and using his gigantic cockhead to pierce Mowgli's tailhole muscles. "Bite me, wolf!" If he was confused by the tiger's seemingly senseless request, Mowgli did not show it. Bringing his head forward as he pulled Shere Khan deeper into him with his legs, he bit the tiger deep in the shoulder, drawing blood. This only added to the striped feline's pleasure, and he shoved more of his cock up the wolf's ass, his balls slapping against Mowgli's. The blackfurred lupine bit deeper, then licked away the blood he had drawn, and slipped his hands lower to grip the tiger's biceps, then inward to squeeze and caress the striped morph's bulging pectoral (chest) muscles. Shere Khan growled, drew himself almost all the way out of his hot-assed lover, and then plunged eagerly back in.
As he began to work up a fast, hot, squelching rhythm, he and the wolf played. Shere Khan pressed his square feline muzzle against Mowgli's nipple and sucked, rolling the digit between his fangs and biting down lightly. This touch sent a jolt through the young black wolf-morph unexpectedly, and he brought his own mouth forward to bite the tiger again, this time in the side of the neck. Shere Khan snarled and squeezed Mowgli's balls tightly with his tail, bringing a howl and a jolt of pre, all over his creamy chestfur, from Mowgli. The tiger, pumping hard, pressed his mouth to the wolf's and they kissed passionately, Shere Khan wanting to caress Mowgli's face with his hands, but unable to, lest he drop the wolf, and Mowgli met the questing tongue, lips, and fangs with his own. He bit into the striped morph's lower lip, hard enough to draw blood but not hard enough to hurt very bad. Shere Khan, in return, slicked the wolf's tunnel with more precum and took the side of his neck between his powerful jaws.
Mowgli bucked forward to meet his lover's thrusts, and held onto the tiger tightly as Shere Khan's claws bit into his furry rump. The great striped feline felt his balls tighten, and roared with deafening force as he came, gushing tigerjizz in vast gooey bursts. Mowgli howled as Shere Khan roared, and he came as well, loving the feel of being filled with an ocean of thick feline jism. Their thick white substances mingled, and, with the force of Shere Khan's orgasm, squirted out along the tiger's huge shaft as he thrust a few more times into his lupine lover and coated Mowgli's rump, the tiger's own ballsac and upper thighs, and the bottom of Mowgli's tail. They sank to the ground, exhausted, but unwilling to stop until they both fulfilled the other's lusts. Mowgli pulled Shere Khan onto him and kissed the tiger. Shere Khan kissed the wolf back, responding to the gentle fangs, hard, searching lips, and roving hands of the lupine with his own. Brazenly, he turned to take Mowgli's still-hard cock in his mouth and moved so that his also still-hard cock and huge dangling tigerballs hung in front of the young wolf's face.
Mowgli needed no more bidding, and took the sweet-tasting tigercock into his mouth. Shere Khan mimicked him move for move, sucking, licking, nibbling, and squeezing and playing with the wolf's large, full balls. Pre slicked both their faces as they each thrust into the other's torturing mouth, and they chuckled as firm, heavy balls bumped their noses. Gentle hands moved across tight asses, nimble fingers upon smooth, hard, precum-wet cocks, warm palms cupping enormous tiger-and-wolf balls, hot mouths around hard dick, pre dribbling down both their throats and through their facefur. . . until. . .
Mowgli howled as his fourth orgasm of the night hit him, and likewise, Shere Khan roared as his fourth milked the last of his cum from him. Muzzles licked and gulped, hands jacked the last, richest drops from each other's cocks, tongues flicked out to clean the cream from coated balls and the wet underbellies of tiger-and-wolf meat.
Shere Khan rolled over and pulled Mowgli to him as the wolf slowly morphed back into his boy-state and the tiger himself changed back into his full tigrine shape. Mowgli kissed Shere Khan upon the nose. "I love thee, Shere Khan." The tiger rumbled his love, wrapping his big forepaws around the boy, and they slept like that as the dawn crept into the jungle.
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Baloo and Bagheera never did find Kaa the next day, but Mowgli came back to them. They never could tell why he wore a look of utter rapture upon his face, or why he smiled when he walked out of the jungle to their sides. They never found out about his tryst with the tiger in the woods. . .
And he never understood why he grew up and later killed his one-time lover. . .
Mowgli's Song
"In the jungle I went to thee
My heart full of hate, not love
Oh, Shere Khan, oh, Shere Khan!
Why didest thou not kill me when thee had the chance?
For I grew up to kill thee
Even when we shared such passions
Deep in the heart of the jungle
Arulah Wahoo!
My heart is heavy within me for the things I do not understand.
I love thee, Shere Khan."
The End