Thread: Jungle Fever [ Bear & 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.