Mark (though that name no longer held much meaning to him) looked at the old clothes he had shed during his awakening into his new form and laughed at how huge and cumbersome they were. The ways of these islands began to fill his mind, and he knew the proper sort of garments needed to thrive in the warm and steamy jungles. He unsheathed one of the claws one his new paws and grinned before grabbing the useless cloth and working to reshape it into a more useful and beautiful form…
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“That idiot, he said he wasn’t going to go far…” Kenneth muttered to himself as he wandered through the jungle, searching for any sign of Mark in the rapidly darkening trees. There were only a few hours left until sundown, and nobody had seen hide nor hair of their friend since he left to go ‘looking for shelter’ an hour ago.
“Chubby bastard’s probably just looking for something to eat,” Kenneth continued to mumble, not worrying about if any dangerous predators might hear him. “Or some cute native boys to put the moves on. Little perv…”
Still grumbling loudly as he searched, Kenneth suddenly heard the light patter of footsteps and the breaking of branches nearby and held his breath. “M-Mark? Is that you, buddy?” he asked quietly, walking carefully toward the source of the sounds before coming upon a small clearing in the jungle.
Standing in the clearing was a young man, but it clearly wasn’t Mark. The man had flawless, smooth, cocoa-colored skin, intricately decorated with white rosette markings all across his muscled body, and Kenneth assumed he must have been a native of these islands. Tightly woven brown braids hung down past his wiry shoulders, tied back in a loose ponytail. The man wore very little, showing off his stunning body; delicately tied wrappings wove themselves around his hands and feet for protection, and a loincloth wrapped itself around his waist, displaying an impressive bulge. Strangely, the cloth that was wrapped around the man’s groin had a bright and floral pattern, almost like the Hawaiian shirts that Mark had worn for the past few days.
The young native man stared intently at Kenneth with golden eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the jungle. He confidently strode over to Kenneth with a graceful, almost sashaying walk that let the bulge in his loincloth wiggle slightly in its pouch. The native opened his lips and began to speak an unfamiliar language, but Kenneth couldn’t focus on his words. Instead, the sweet and fruity smell on the man’s breath clouded his thoughts. He barely registered what was happening as the beautiful man took his hands and his own and purred out a few more words in his unknown language before leaning in and locking Kenneth into a deep kiss, his tongue slipping between Kenneth’s lips and swirling around. Kenneth felt the mysterious young man’s cock growing hard in his loincloth, and the man gently rubbed his throbbing bulge into Kenneth’s leg as they furiously kissed.
Kenneth moaned in pleasure, the haze in his mind growing stronger and stronger as he tasted the young man’s saliva, a flavor like the finest wines and tropical fruits. He barely noticed when the man pulled their lips apart and tugged him deeper into the jungle, toward the temple hidden in the dark depths of the jungle.
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Mark grinned as he brought his friend into the ritual chamber and delicately fed Kenneth one of the fruits growing upon the tree. Mark had shed his human guise and returned to his magnificent true form of a powerful and beautiful jaguar, his spotted tail waving in excitement at what was to come. He had been confused for a moment when he realized he could no longer speak English, but that was another part of his past life that he would be giving up along with his old human form. He was the Lover, partner and companion, giving tender love and comfort to his friends at the end of their day, and he had performed his first duty to his god with flying colors.
Kenneth lay dazed on the stones of the temple floor, and the same voice that had spoken to Mark rumbled though his body, the deep noise arousing him and making his cock stand up straight into the air.
“Three remain, three choices to make. My glory shall be yours, a glorious form for a glorious golden age,” the voice intoned, granting Kenneth visions of the new forms he might take. “Stand and spill your seed at the altar and live again.”
Kenneth felt soft, furry paws stripping away his clothes for him, and was too delirious to be afraid of the huge jaguar looming over him. He struggled to his feet and looked around at the statues around the chamber, and suddenly one of them felt like it was calling out to him.