Richard had been in the jungle, trying to find some fruit that looked edible and maybe a source of water. He left things like gathering firewood and setting up shelter to those with some actual strength. Richard was never good for those sort of tasks, he wasn't even good for this sort of task, having to sit on a fallen tree to catch his breath.
He cursed Mark for dragging him on this stupid trip. "It'll be good for your health." He said, nagging him until he said yes. What would happen to him if he had another health episode while they were stuck on this island? He'd be dead. That's what. He pulled off his glasses to clean them, and as he put them back on he saw Kenneth being lead through the jungle by the hand, a strange young man he had never seen before guiding him.
For some reason, he didn't call out, instead he followed at a distance, curious why Kenneth wouldn't come get the rest of them. When he started making out with the young man, it became clear. He should have gone back to get Greg, but curiosity got the best of him, especially as they came up to a large temple in the middle of the jungle. He watched wide-eyed as the unknown young man shed his human form, becoming a sexy and well-endowed jaguar man.
Richard felt his cock spring immediately to attention. Not only was there something almost irresistibly hypnotic about the feline, it was part of Richards own secret infatuation with anthropomorphic animals that kept him frozen in place. He whimpered softly from his hiding spot behind one of the pillars as he watched Kenneth become a wolf man, his cock painfully pressed up against the fabric of his shorts.
After the two embraced, the newly lupine Kenneth put his nose to the air and sniffed, saying something in a language Richard couldn't understand, but he caught some of the meaning. The wolf smelled something or someone, because at the words the jaguar become alert, looking almost gleefully excited.
Richard made up his mind at that moment. He put up his hands and slipped out from behind the pillar. Two sets of almost glowing eyes fixed on him, one pair gold the other blue. He looked between the two, hands still up. He hoped Kenneth could still understand him. "Take me. I want this."
The jaguar reached up and plucked one of the fruits he had fed Kenneth, then held it out to Richard. He took it in hand and bit into it, letting the sweet, cool juices run down his throat. Kenneth came close, reaching out to undress Richard, cutting through his clothing with claws when the buttons grew tedious. Richard was no impressive figure, he had been sickly most of his life. 5'6", his frame wasn't just thin, it was withered. His skin beyond pale to wan. Even his manhood seemed small and fragile.
"You come to me willingly child." Richard heard in his head, the voice feeling like a vibration inside his skull. "Two choices remain. Spill your seed at one of the altars and make your choice." He looked around at the statues, for the first time noticing that two of them resembled the beings in front of him. He looked at the two remaining altars, knowing immediately which one called to him.