In the Jungle
An AIM RP
Jordan was feeling good about himself today. He'd saved the rabbit from Thom at the risk of his own life and he knew that hw now wanted to help the others with his knowledge acquired on the mainland. He wanted to open a clinic, either in the village or out of his duplex. Away from the village he might be able to do that, but it might be more prudent to have it stationed in the village somewhere as well. He'd have to inquire the labs about that later. As for now, he was going to the cafeteria for some fruit and vegetables for his lapine ward. Ambrose had warned him that the she-wolf was known to prowl in the jungle, but the dirt road was such an inconvenience and added more time than was honestly neccessary. As per usual, he cut through the jungle because it was faster from the beach. He'd been safe all these weeks, why would he fear today to be any different?
It became eerily quiet as he made his way through. Unnaturally quiet. The constant symphony of birds and frogs seemed to die down in the immediate surrounding, leaving only the humming and chirping of the occassional insect. There was a scuffling in the brushes nearby and a strange scent, musky and deep, wafted past his senses.
Something... seemed off.. there was usually more activity in the jungle. He'd taken this same path everyday almost and it had never been so devoid of sounds. Jordan's brow furrowed as he looked around suspiciously. "Hello...?" he called out. Perhaps someone had been following him. Jordan wasn't known for making friends. He paused mid-step as a new scent reached his nostrils. They flared at the strong scent and he almost had it. Almost. It... reminded him... of someone he'd met, but not quite... Then came the movement in the brush and he nearly jumped out of his fur. Okay, this wasn't funny. "Newt... if that's you, I swear... this isn't funny..." perhaps the frog was stalking him. He'd sworn to kill Jordan for interfering in his life.
There was another rustle, closer this time. It was close, but the dense jungle kept anything that was more than a few feet away obscured any distinct figures. A high-pitched sound, a canine whine, came from the dense foilage, followed immediately by a nervous growl.
It wasn't Newt that was for sure! The disgusting, slimy frog smelled differently. No, this was definitely... then the whine hit him and his ears perked straight. His eyes widened in realization. This was more canine! That's why it as familiar! "Hello...? I someone there..? Are you in need of assistance..?" Perhaps not the best approach, but maybe offering a name to his face would help break the ice. "My name is Jordan Essex. Are you in trouble...?" he turned around a 360 degree radius but couldn't spot where or who this person was.
A hulking figure finally emerged, just a few inches behind him. A large brown canine, bipedal, bigger than Ambrose but similar in build. She smelled heavily of blood and body odor and... something else. Something Jordan couldn't put his finger on, but somehow familiar.
Her ears were down and she licked her lips, teeth bared and looking incredibly nervous. She was wearing only scraps of human clothes, but most of her fur was exposed. She also had a few wounds, festering, on her upper thigh and abdomen, and was appeared to be large patches of fur gone, exposing scarring, burned flesh.
Jordan had this eerie sensation frizz the fur on his arms and legs. It was creepy, like he was being stalked. It made him even more nervous. It seemed whomever was out here was playing mindgames with him- and succeeding. The scent was so strong now, hovering over him. He tilted his nose to the air, closing his eyes and sniffed deeply, focusing. He sniffed like a dog. It was so close. Where was it coming from. Then, with his head still tilted back, he opened his eyes and froze in complete and utter surprise. Looming over him, fangs bared, was a wolf larger than Ambrose and that thought made him tremble. He tried to muster the words, lips quivering as he didn't move. Ambrose had warned him not to run from the wolf, but with his back to her, there was no way he could back away slowly. He was between a rock and a hard place.
Now in the view, the she wolf lowered herself to all fours and paced in a tight, nervous loop. She gave a constant growl, a low rumble in her chest, but didn't snap or bite at Jordan. She kept her yellow eyes trained on the man, coming, inch by inch, closer to him eith each lap of her pacing.
He wasn't foolish enough to run away. No way. She could easilly capture him, pin him, eviscerate him. Well, as far as he'd heard she was a raving lunatic and a psychopathic killer. Was she sizing him up to do that? Was he her next meal of the day? He held his ground, slowly lowering his head to keep tabs on her movement, but avoiding eye contact. He didn't want her to take it as a challenge. He was in HER jungle after all and in the canne world that made him a threat. His limbs he tried to keep still, not wanting to alert her to any accidental muscle twitch. He was afraid for his life. And that's when he had to say something like an idiot "I mean you no harm, miss...?" he tried to stabilize his voice as calmly as possible considering the circumstances. What?! Who?! Was he completely out of his mind?!
She finally stopped growling, her deformed, burnt ears pricking forward and she came close enough to stretch out her neck and start to sniff at him, almost curiously.
Her scent was heady, warm, and almost, well pleasurable. It suddenly sank into his brain exactly what it was. This she-wolf was in season.
He was relieved when she ceased her aggressive growls. He felt for this she-wolf. How much torment had she endured up to this point. She was burnt and she was missing fur in places. How... how could they treat her like this. The wolf standing before him was not the same monster others had depicted. She wasn't attacking him. She wasn't chasing him down. She... his thoughts were interrupted... by... Jordan shifted his posture and tugged at his shirt. He felt unusually warm. His nose twitched to the peculiar scent wafting into his senses. It made him feel good. Real good. So good that he had to adjust his shorts accordingly. Curse having the reproductive anatomy of a canine. It was the oddest of his changes. He somehow understood what was goign on and he quirked a brow. "Oooooooooooh.... I see..." he softly said, registering it into his altering mind. So this is what that smelled like.
She sniffed over him more thuroughly, her whine returning. Though she was no longer growling, her posture was still poised and nervous, as if she could pounce any moment.
She took his sleeve between her teeth and tugged.
He cocked his head curiously at the she-wolf. Her demeanor had drastically changed and it was astonishing to say the least. Would he have a different tale to tell later. She was definitely more canine than human in her mannerisms and he wondered if he'd end like that as well. Jordan smiled as he was sniffed, not deterring her behavior. He had gotten into the habit of sniffing everyone he'd come across too, to familiarize himself by scent rather than by appearance. Jordan kept himself alert, but it didn't appear she intended to harm him in the least, so he let her guide him when she gripped his sleeve. "Lead the way, then, miss.. uhm.. can you perhaps tell me your name..?"
The sleeve dropped from her mouth as he spoke, a confused expression washing over her face as he asked her. At first she cocked her head as if she didn't understand, then a look of recognition shined in her eyes and she curled her lip again, growling.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, miss. I'm very sorry." whether or not she had shifted mentality, he was stuck in his current one, shifting his shorts uncomfortably and putting off some homornal scents of his own. He really felt hot and he was beginning to sweat as he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm. He gave her an understanding smile and offered his sleeve to her again, not in a patronizing manner, but as a sign that he still wanted to follow her. "You wanted to show me something?" his chest was rising a bit further than it had been a few minutes ago when he was frightened and his breath had quickened.
The wolf took his sleeve again and led him further in the jungle. After a few paces she released him and continued making her way, looking over her shoulder to make sure he was following.
She walked mostly bipedal, but would often jump to two legs to sniff around, or move underbrush.
He kept close to her, but gave her due space at the same time. She was obviously the dominant one and he was obedient to her wishes. Just like with his meeting of Ambrose, he felt himself compelled to obey this she-wolf. This jungle alpha as it were. It made sense in his mind, if there was a male alpha, then there had to be a female alpha and why not her? She was no monster- infact, she was being downright hospitable towards him. He couldn't help but sniff around when she did, trying to catch whatever scent was lurking nearby. Jordan wasn't sure if he'd been through this part of the jungle, but he felt safe in the ompany of the she-wolf, he felt protected, so it was a passing thought.
The wolf lifted a few wet leaves, revealing a damaged camera. She sniffed at it and made a sudden right turn, heading off in a new direction. She sniffed at a tree a few feet away, paying special attention to the wide trunk. As Jorden got closer, her scent became stronger, having been marked several times by her.
She began to dig, using her large paws to upheave the earth around the trunk of the old jungle tree.
He took note of the camera as quickly as he could, keeping in tight formation with the she-wolf. The thought was brief as he pondered if she'd done that. He was looking about as he kept pace with her, curious just how deep and secluded this part of the jungle was. Then, it was dawning on him that this was her den! The she-wolf's scent was overpowering his mind as he felt itchy and tingly all over. His mind buzzed with delerium as he felt uncomfortable in his clothing, constricted. He was snuffling deeply and becoming drunk with the intoxicating musk. Jordan's curiousity was piqued and he tried to get a look at what she was digging for without gettign any closer- at least until she told him it was acceptable to approach.
Finally the digging revealed a short tunnel opening up to a space under the root system of the tree. The entrance was a tight fit, but opened up a small, yet cozy den underneath. She went in first, having to walk on all fours, and turned in a circle, giving the area a thurough inspection.
Jordan blinked, quite impressed. This she-wolf was indeed clever as well as resourceful. How ingenious it was to burrow underneath the structure of a tree to hide the security of a den. He expressed his impression with a wide smirk. Very clever. And surely, he was expected to follow her or she wouldn't have shown him in the first place. He inched closer, slowly and cautiously as she inspected the den. Her scent... it was... so luring.
She waited patiently inside, tail thumping as she reclined on a bed of shredding guard's clothing.
There was no mistaking what she wanted. He'd just been given the seal of approval to move into her den and it was unwise to falter in that. He kneeled down and wiggled his way into the den. It was definitely cozy. Jordan tried to ignore the shredded uniforms and moved himself completely into the tree trunk. He smiled to her happy tail-wagging and it got his tail wagging as well, fanning the air, her scent, making it swirl around him moreso as he inhaled it deeply. So tightly packed, he felt even more uncomfortable in his clothing as he itched under his shirt. "This is a very nice den." he commented, wanting to how her that he appreciated being brought here. Perhaps he was the only one on the island who knew of this sacred spot.
The wolf gave a warning rumble, an unspoken threat. With a bit of difficulty she half barked, hald spoke. "Tell no one..." Speaking was obviously difficult for her, her eyes darting back and forth nervously, and if retrieving things from a very dark and distant place in her mind. "Or I kill you."
He nodded in understanding. That was clear as day on the sunniest afternoon. "I promise to keep your secret. I won't tell anyone." he was giving his word on his life. Literally. He sat down promptly after the rumble and the threat. It sounded like she struggled with words and he noted that. Best not to try to engage her in conversation where she would be forced to speak. That... seemed to bring her to a bad place, as when she was dragging him in the jungle. He observed her without being rude about keeping his eyes on her. This was her turf and she would be within her canine right to kill him on the spot for the slightest infraction.
Annie have a curt nod, ears back to accentuate the seriousness of this matter. She reached out and took a hold of his collar the shirt with both her large paws, shredding his shirt off in a few deft pulls.
He was scared he'd done something wrong as she reached for his shirt collar. She pulled him with unimaginable force and is shirt gave way, shredded into ribbons. He glanced at the tatters and then back to her and his expression was all he needed to convey he understood the threat was no bluff. "I give you my word, no one at all, will ever know." He did feel a bit embarrssed to be half-naked in her presence, his torso, with the exception of his arms, was devoid of the thick white fur.
She just nodded again, her paws going to his trousers. She was obviously done talking and ready to do what she brought him here to do.
He didn't stop her. How could he..? She had him cornered and was at her mercy. He gulped nervously, but cooperated by lifting his body and straightening his legs, knowing what was coming as proof of the shredded shirt. He'd rather help her out with the shorts than run the risk of damage down there. With a deep confidence-inpspiring breath -which made his head swim- he began to slide his shorts off, leaving him in his stark white underwear. He was blushing profusely. His underwear had tented out from the overwhelming scent of her heat. He tried to hide his reddening face in his paws. This was an all-too new experience for him. He was a virgin. He didn't know what he was doing, but apparently she did. He glanced down and back at her with that look of clear intent. If he didn't remove them she would he rationalized, in too deep to back out now. He felt so conflicted as he did, now completely nude in the wolf's den, his clothing tossed off to the side. His paws fell down to his groin to give him a hint of modesty.
The she wolf didn't even a miss a beat. She was no interested at all with his feelings or what he had or hadn't done before. She moved closed to him in the tight space, her breath hot on his throat as she manuevered.
....
It wasn't until much, much later that the she wolf woke up from the short sleep she allowed herself. She looked down briefly at the sleeping form next to her in the den, a smile crossing her lupine face. Careful not to wake the exausted part-man, the made her way out of the den and stretched and shook out her fur.
She was hungry and full of renewed energy, she wanted nothing more but a good hunting. But not now. Now, she had another den to make. She had no more use for this one.
Jordan awoke with a groggy disorientation clouding his mind. He couldn't remember immediately where he was or... why was he naked? He shot up quickly, banging his head on the root of the tree. His shirt was torn apart and his other articles of clothing off to the side. He sniffed. Now it was comign back. His eyes went wide. "Oh god.. did I just.. with..?" his aloud thought was confused and broken as he scrambled to get dressed, once more half-naked. The she-wolf wasn't present. Had she just left him in the wild? He tentatively poked his head out of the den and seeign the path was clear, bolted for it on the path he'd been brought on. He was confused and tired.. and he felt.. well, he felt like he'd just had the best afternoon of his life. His entire body panged with electric feelings of pleasure. His body even reeked of her scent. "I don't think anyone would believe me.." he thought to himself as he dashed through the jungle, full of questions without answers.
