Jungle Fever [ Bear & AnonymousRelated ]

[HeyThereLittleBear]

According to the history books, Africa was the birthplace of all life. From a small piece in it was Mesopotamia, the first civilization of man ever found by scientists, the birth place of all of humanity and the safe haven still for all of the anthros. While man had dominated the rest of the planet and tamed the wild beasts that seemed almost-human, they still ran quite wild in their home land. It was a beautiful place that was made to remind humans of how far they had come. It was a way to truly get in touch with the roots of man. And to see the feral side of anthros for yourself.

It was because of that that the Miller family had planned a long vacation in the middle of the African wilderness. The resort had been advertised as the perfect treetop adventure, large suites overlooking the great forests and just a few miles away from a good deal of attractions. There were nature trails to go hiking down and several times a day the locals would gather in small circles and talk about the indigenous wildlife, both ferals and anthro alike.

For those that wanted to pay a pretty penny, you were able to go on safari’s out in the wilderness and truly get close to the real thing. The people often paid too much for too little, as the animals had started to become shy in the latest years. Marie’s family had booked only the basic package, two separate rooms that overlooked the forest and had the ideal view of everything. From her window, she could see endless treetops and the sun hanging overhead, the day already so hot that she had sweat dewing on her skin.

“Dad,” Marie called out across her balcony to her father’s room, where her parents were talking closely and laughing at each other quietly, “I’m going down the nature trail. Don’t wait up.” He acknowledged her with a raised wine glass, his attention too focused on her mom. Good for them, they were still so in love even so many years later, but it had caused her to be… Neglected, since they loved each other more than her. But either way, they had paid the extra to bring her along, so she should be grateful for that at least.

A smile was on her lips as she started down towards the trail, pulling her long hair back into a messy bun and away from her face. She had dressed for the weather, her shorts cut so short that her pockets were visible dangling from the edge of them and her shirt nothing more than a loose tank top. She couldn’t help but admire the beauty of this place, from the deep greens to the sky overhead, though she had to admit that the heat was something that she didn’t want. She found herself already wiping her brow and she was just half a mile in, the only one on the trail at this time of day.

 

[AnonymousRelated]

The Kalahari was no place for anyone who was unprepared, the desert was incredibly vast and empty. The indigenous locals had named the place Kgala, which to the different tribes meant different things, to some it was 'Great Thirst' for others it was simply a word for 'Completely Void'. The desert was a place for the wildlife, it was one of the last places on Earth that was too harsh and difficult to turn the ground. There was no money to be had in making this giant flat, sandy wasteland into anything, so humans had largely left this area alone. But that didn't mean that it was entirely uninhabited by humans. A group of local indigenous people that had learned to live and survive alongside the wildlife, including the anthros had made a reservation in the heart of the desert. Tsala Treetop Lodge was the name of the largely popular reservation, although the anthros that lived in the reservation weren't tame there were far from wild. They spoke English and for the most part had a very good mentality and attitude towards humans.

But that didn't meant that every creature here saw things like this, there were some who had no interest in existing peacefully alongside humans. There were some that didn't want the human influence to change the way that they lived, to change the way they were seen. They were originally revered as Gods practically, walking among man as if they were one of them, but so much more attuned to nature. Thus it was uncommon to see wild anthros out and about near the reservation. The reservation did one of two things for it's guests, gave them the ability to see wild creatures up close and personal, but still at a distance that's safe. And it also gave them the opportunity to go out and try to bag one of those creatures, primarily speaking the people that come here do so in order to scope out good prey. But little did the over-confident humans realize that they too were being observed, and for very similar reasons.

But it wasn't the far more intelligent anthro population that was doing the watching, it was the natural predators that still walked on four limbs. The big cats had become a lot more intelligent than they once were, over generations of breeding they'd learned to fear certain colors, and as well guns. Not just the sound of the guns, but even the sight of a metallic barrel sent the lions scrambling running in serpentine patterns in order to be less of an easy target. But the lions weren't the only one's watching the people, there was another individual. He was definitely far from your average anthro, he stood far taller and much more built among the others. His coloring was rather off too, as his coat was a more rust color which helped him camouflage himself against the darker colored rocks.

This individual anthro had been spotted a couple times near the Tsala reservation, but that was primarily due to it being near a protected and very nice pool of water. This specific pool managed to be free of predators that lie in the water, so it was the perfect spot to get a big safe drink. The very large anthro stood almost nine feet tall, eight feet nine inches to be exact. There was no person who had managed to bring him in in order to weigh and document his tremendous body, but the Director of Tsala had estimated him to weigh nearly four hundred pounds. And of course that was all in sheer muscle, any body fat that a predator had that lived in the direct sun didn't keep that fat for long.

But today the rust colored, upright walking giant cat was doing some observations of his own. His nose was incredibly powerful and he had picked up on a scent that had piqued his interests. It was something unlike anything he'd ever smelled before, there were some similarities between it and things he'd smelled in the wild. But this was alluring, sweet and above all else it made him want to draw closer to the scent. He had already been in the reservation's compound getting a drink when the scent hit him, and as he followed his nose it led him near to one of the stands that held up a rather sizable room.

Knowing that he wasn't exactly the reservation's ideal wildlife to have roaming the grounds, this particular anthro kept to areas where he could keep his large body mass easily concealed. Which wasn't exactly easy to do now that he'd followed his nose to this particular area that had been rather well cleaned up. Fortunately the room overlooked treetops, which made it hard to look directly down and see what was immediately below you. As his ear's picked up the sound of a door opening above, the scent hit him even harder than before and it made his loins burn with desire. He could hear footsteps and it made him scramble down the path towards a large tree that had a good canopy that would easily cover his appearance.

As he got up into the tree completely, and waited on a thick branch the anthro's nose was being bombarded with a scent that was driving him wild. His massive manhood was starting to swell uncontrollably, a large pearl of pre-ejaculatory fluid built on the tip of his throbbing cock and dripped down from the branch. Every step she took closer to him made his need to mate build, and it was getting to the point where he was losing control of his regular self, and was giving into the more primal urges. As she walked directly under the branch he was perched on he watched her very closely, his manhood throbbing uncontrollably and twitching, making another pearl of his pre drip down from the tip.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

For someone so used to the cool of air conditioned environments, the air was so heavy that she felt she could hardly breath it in. Marie had stopped for just a bit to catch her breath and can herself, rosy cheeks enjoying the feaux breeze her hand could provide. The forest around her had turned quiet, the gentle chirping of birds having gone suspiciously silent.

It was the sudden silence that made her attention move from her own overheated self to the surroundings. As before, the trail was barren of any other hikers at this time of day, the sun glimpsed only dimly through the heavy overhang of branches. Her eyes moved around her to the brush, narrowing at any suspected movement that she imagined she saw.

Her eyes caught nothing.

Her nose, however, caught a thick drip on the very tip, the pearly liquid oozing down quickly to the corner of her mouth. The strange liquid was salty, making her think dimly of the sea. Marie spat, mostly because it was bitter but also because it was unknown. Her eyes narrowed at the mess in the dirt as she wiped the sticky residue from her skin. Her eyes lifted up into the trees, her untrained eyes unable to spot anything but branches.

"Hello?" She called out, feeling silly but unable to shake the feeling that she was not alone, "Is someone up there?"

 

[AnonymousRelated]

When you lived in the wild there was a sort of sixth sense you had to develop, you had to be able to determine when something's attention would be turned to you. If you were a predatory species and you didn't develop this sort of sixth sense, you didn't eat which meant you starved. And starving lead to two things, being unable to attract a mate and also death. Thus the drip that landed at the corner of her mouth was enough to make the large male skittish and he silently moved out of the branches. The only thing she'd be able to detect would be that of the leafs moving on the branch, but that could be explained by wind.

His movements were silent and very deliberate. She'd come at the wrong time, it was nearing mating season and somehow this massive male had staved off the urge to mate with something. Normally for these beings it was each other that they needed to mate with, but in times of desperation they'd take lions too. It was clear from his stark and pulsing erect cock, that the scent of this female was bringing all those urges to the surface.

By the time she'd spoke and looked around to see if there was anything there, he was already down the other side of the tree and shifting low to the ground on the dirt path behind the brush. His eyes could barely make out her silhouette through the thick brush, but he determined the path she was traveling and moved forward to lay in wait so that he could ambush or observe her. When she finally began to move again the male had already gotten himself practically flat against the ground behind a large sticker bush that no one other than his kind would dare lay under or around, except for maybe rhinoceros'. His ears were flicking back and forth as if they were radar dishes, but they quickly flattened when he heard an all too familiar sound. She'd come within leaping distance of him, and so without hesitation the large furry male leaped up and wrapped his arms around her body as if he was trying to trap and devour her. But as he landed on the ground to the side of the path in the brush, a group of hyena came sprinting by pulling a carcass. Those dogs were incredibly fierce when it came to protecting food, but they wouldn't try and fight something that wasn't trying to stop them or get in their way.

Having been thinking about the feral dogs, the large male hissed loudly as two of them stopped and cackled back and forth at each other. The two dogs then rejoined the other three that were pulling the male antelope. Once the immediate threat was gone, that same scent hit him again. Inhaling sharply the male began purring madly and he began to rub his face up against the neck and shoulders of the female that he had trapped in his arms.