Black & White

First thing she noticed was the hammering pain in her head. Then it was the soft, slightly wet ground she was lying on. Sophie raised her arm and fumbled around at her head. No blood and the pain wasn't getting worse. She opened her eyes. Green and blue, a bright light. She blinked. She was looking up into the sky, her view partly blocked by treetops. But why only partly? Something was wrong. She looked around herself. Some fallen branches were scattered around her, together with something else. She saw a white object and it took her a moment to realize that it was lacquered metal. The plane! Sophie set up abruptly, what made her head swirl again. Slowly she started to remember. Something had gone wrong during the flight. She remembered the nervous voice of the pilot speaking of some emergency.

Not far from her, she saw flames through the tree trunks. With some difficulty, the 16-year-old white-furred cocker spaniel girl got up. They had been on their way back from one of her father’s business trips this summer vacation. She hardly ever accompanied him, but he had asked her to fly with him, maybe because he wanted to impress his business partners with his daughter, or it had really just been for the shopping tour they made afterwards, at least, the jet was filled with her new stuff on their way back. But then, had it been a flock of birds that hit them? With every step she took towards the flickering light of the fire, she saw more torn metal, ripped apart plastic and scattered remains of clothes, furniture and papers. Several trees had fallen, destroyed when the plan had striped them, others had their top cut off or were burned as well. 

Sophie's knees became weak when she saw the wreckage. Or better, the crater and the few remains of the plane inside of it, bathed in an inferno of burning kerosene. All she could really make out was the tailplane showing the logo of her father’s company. Sophie sank down onto her knees and her tears were sucked up by the dark soil. Her hand enclosed the blue heart she wore around her neck. The pendant her mother had given her only month before she had died. Now Sophie was finally all alone. 

After a few minutes, she regained her composure. She had always been a clear thinker. Somehow she had managed to get out of the plane. But how? She sat close to one of the exit-doors. Now she remembered the plane tilting to the right before they crashed, maybe they had hit a tree and it had somehow ripped open the door and pulled her out? For sure she hadn't been in the plane anymore when it touched ground. But the others? The crew? Her father? His secretary? She looked up to the crash site again. They were gone, gone forever, no one could survive that. But she did survive, maybe someone else had fallen out of the plane too? If that had been the case, he or she would have landed somewhere close to the place where she herself had woken up. 

Sophie walked back through the swath the plane had cut. Hoping to find some survivors and at the same time fearing that she would only find corpses. About two hours later, she was sure that she was on her own. All she had found was another pair of shoes replacing those heels she woke up with. Those sneakers would be of better use for her. She also had found some food and a few plastic bottles of water. At least, she was in no danger of staving right away. But what was she going to do? Wait here for help? Her father had wanted to show her that tiny island he wanted to buy, that detour was surely not announced to the flight control. They would search for their plane at the wrong place and the jungle was huge, in a few days, the canopy would make it impossible to see the crash site. A river. She had once seen a report about someone who had been in a similar situation. She had found a river and walked along it, knowing that at some point, she would reach a village or town. 

Sophie was glad that she wasn't wearing that black dress anymore her father had bought her. Jeans and t-shirt weren't looking that fashionable, but they were way more appropriate for her environment. She had wrapped her provisions into a blanket she had found, turned around to the still burning wreckage one last time and started moving. It was warm and humid and her white fur wasn't really helping here. But she was young and in pretty good condition, also, the moisture made it pretty likely that she would find a river relatively fast. It was a scary place, alien, hostile. Sophie didn't see anything threatening, but she heard the animals all around her and she was pretty sure that some of them were dangerous. Even a tiny spider could be poisonous not to mention the snakes in the trees and the wildcats hunting in the undergrowth. She was progressing better then she had hoped, but still she was worried about where to stay for the night.

What a weird sight she must have been, Sophie told herself. A white cocker spaniel girl, dressed as if she wanted to go to a party, stumbling through the forest. And regardless what she had thought earlier, there was no river around and the sun was about to set really soon. It had just been a few hours and she already felt as if there was no way out of this green hell. Then she heard something rustling in the bushes not far away. Why didn't she improvise a weapon? Some metal pole from the plane maybe? It might have been enough to scare away animals, but then again, she was no fighter. 

While she was still considering what to do, two shadows jumped out of the undergrowth. Within the green light of the forest, she could quickly tell that it were native panthers. Sophie stumbled back, tripping and falling over some rod. The warriors stepped closer. With their loincloth, the red paint of their black fur and the crude but deadly spears in their hands, they looked threatening, live threatening. One of them pointed his spear at Sophie.
“P-please don't kill me!” She said crying. The second panther said a few words, sounding as if he was growling, then the first one raised his spear as well, abandoning his threatening gesture.

Sophie tried to remember the things she had learned about gestures, someone had once told her, that there were a few gestures every sentient being would understand. Carefully, she raised her arms, showing the panthers her empty palms, then, with trembling voice she said to them: “See? Nothing, I'm no threat to you, you understand me?” She tried to sound calm, but still, one of them made a step back and his tail was twitching as if he was expecting a fight yet again. Sophie made a step back as well: “Don't worry, I'm a friend, my name is Sophie.”

The two spoke again in their foreign language, then the calmer one said something to Sophie.
“I'm sorry, I can't understand you, but I'm sure you want to tell me where I can find a city?” The girl answered, knowing that they wouldn't understand her joke. Then she had another idea. She slowly lowered her hands again, pointed at herself: “I'm Sophie. Sophie.” they looked back at her, their faces showing that they tried to understand what she was saying. Then the expression of one of them was lighting up, he pointed at her: “Suphee.” he said.
“Yes.” She nodded: “Sophie.”
“Sophie.” he repeated, then pointed at his companion: “Sophie?” There was a questioning sound in his voice.
The cocker spaniel almost laughed: “No, I am Sophie.” she pointed back at the first panther “And you?”
Finally, he got the idea, tipped on his own chest: “Gael.”
“Your name is Gael?”
He repeated his gesture: “Gael.” The he pointed at the other panther: “Kaelan.”
“Gael and Kaelan, nice to meet you.” Sophie said.

With that little interaction, it seemed that the barrier had been torn down. Kaelan now finally stepped closer as well, asking something that Sophie couldn't understand. Then he pointed at his stomach.
“You want to know if I'm hungry?” Sophie asked back, only now realizing how hungry she really was. She nodded and again, the two panthers, brothers she assumed, shared a few words until Gael – the older one, put down some kind of crude bag. Putting his spear against some tree, he dug around in it until he pulled out some round object, wrapped in leaves. It turned out to be some kind of cheese, he broke a part of it and handed it to Sophie.
“Th- thank you.” The girl said, sniffing on it, then eating carefully. It wasn't delicious, but it was eatable, especially when considering that she hadn't eaten anything all day. The boys sat down on a huge tree rot, then, then Sophie sat down opposing them, they handed her some dried meat which she had to chew slowly, but it was pretty good. For a moment, she considered offering them some of her food, too, but when she saw them eating their meat as well, she quickly abandoned her idea of annoying them with her chocolate. 

Gael, still eating, pointed at Sophie's hair, or maybe her ears, talking something which the girl could only answer with a smile and the shaking of her head. What did he want to tell her? He pointed at her long ears, with that white fur, then to his triangular, pointed ears. If they were tribal warriors, they had most likely never seen a member of another species. Sophie brushed back her own hears, waving the boy over: “It's okay, I'm just a cocker spaniel. You want to see?”

Slowly, reluctantly, Gael stood up and walked over to Sophie. Finally, he extended his hand and carefully touched her ear. He repeated this a couple of times, getting more confident. He later brushed the ear, let the soft fur run through his fingers and said something to his brother, laughing as he did. Sophie liked this, fear was dangerous and apparently, the boys had been afraid of her just like she had feared them, now things were more calm. Was Gael describing his brother how her fur felt? 

Sophie allowed herself to let her thoughts drift. The fear and the nervousness was slowly fading and as the young male was so close to her, she had to admit that he was a pretty handsome specimen, just like his brother. The loincloths they were wearing left little to imagination and she could see the strong muscles working underneath their shimmering black fur. Their faces showed pride and confidence and something wild and unbound flickered in their piercing yellow eyes. Had she seen them at some beach when with her friends, she was pretty sure they would have talked and giggled when they passed by. Here, it was something completely different of course. She wondered what they might think about her. Did they like her look too? Sophie knew that she was a cute girl, but she must have been so alien to them.

Gael's fingers got in contact with the chair around Sophie's neck and curious, he tugged at it, and in reflex, Sophie's hand moved up, holding into that little, fragile memory. Immediately, Gael moved back, looking at Sophie's hand curious, then into her eyes. A hint of realization was in his expression and very carefully, he approached her again, touching her hair a second time. And again, he shared a few words with his brother. A moment later, he rubbed the seam of her blouse between his fingers, asking the girl something. She smiled back at him, not understanding what he wanted. He was so cute in his helpless curiosity. Maybe she should have told him to stop, or better, should have done something that he would have understood that he needed to stop, but she didn't want to provoke another dangerous situation and she wanted to give something in return for the food they provided her with. 

His hand wandered deeper along her cleavage and after a while, Sophie decided that he had explored enough: “Ah Gael is it right?” She said, half giggling, half concerned: “I think this is enough now.” The panther stopped, facing his brother, again saying a few things, before turning his attention back to the canine. Suddenly, his hand slipped under the fabric of her top, cupping her breast through her bra.
“Hey, now stop this!” She shouted at him, making the boy almost jump back. He raised his hands, speaking again in his foreign language and it sounded like apologies.
“Okay, okay, all fine, I just want you to know when it's enough.” Sophie said with a calmer voice now. Her attention focused on Gael totally, she didn't pay attention to her surroundings and suddenly felt one hand on her shoulder as the other started to stroke her hair.
“Oh no, not you too.” She groaned as she realized Kaelan had used the opportunity to get closer to her, too. She felt his strong chest against her back suddenly and when Gael moved closer again, she was trapped between two boys. 
“Okay, okay, just don't get too curious you two okay? Maybe we should all sit down and light a fire or something?” 

Soon, she found Gael's hand roaming over her upper body again and she had to admit, his strong, yet gentle fingers felt good on her body. She caught herself sighing as he suddenly kissed her neck, his rasp, feline tongue dancing over her fur. She had to stop them from doing what they were doing though, even if that would upset them. Sophie raised her arms, trying to push the first boy from her, but before she could do so, a hand was between her legs, rubbing her there, adding some pressure through her jeans.

Sophie gasped in surprise, not because those natives acted like they did, but from her body’s reaction, it just felt too good. Instead of pushing him away, the girl soon found herself holding herself against him, her arms around his waist. Something pulled against her blouse and a moment later, the fabric tore under the pressure. They had to stop this right now, or she would be left naked in the jungle. 

Apparently, Gael was surprised to see a second layer of fabric, covering her breasts and he sniffed curiously at her bra, his hot breath stroking over her fur. Kaelan had retreated at some point, but Sophie didn't move back, didn't try to stop the remaining brother. She had never been with a boy but she had always dreamed about it and here, maybe she should just try it out? But then again, she didn't knew these boys, let alone loved Gael. No, this wasn't right, she just had to find a way to explain it to them without causing a dangerous situation. They were intelligent beings that much she knew, plus, she had to admit, they were quite nice looking. 

Gael kept on rubbing and kissing her, apparently loving the feel of her soft fur and it wasn't hard for Sophie to realize that he was getting excited from it as well. He seemed to have difficulties with her bra when he had traveled down there, maybe he would lose interest in her that way? Sophie caught herself hoping that wouldn't be the case for a moment. Still, she had to stop him some way. Then she shuddered as she felt something sharp against her back. It took her a moment to realize that it had to be Kaelan's claw that easily cut through the straps of her bra, causing it to fall to the ground. Immediately, Gael's lips were around her already hard nipples, as he kissed and sucked them, making Sophie sigh happily. She had never thought it would feel this good. One of her hands came to rest on his head, stroking the smooth hair, as she gave in to the moment. She felt a hand moving over her body, upwards along her flank, before it caressed the curves of her other breast, fingertips gently stroking her firm young mound. Not long and Gael became more demanding, massaging her flesh, taking her nipple between index- and middle finger, slightly squeezing her, while he kept on sucking her other. 

She felt him moving deeper then, kissing her chest, her abdomen, his hands resting on her hips. Holding her in his strong arms made Sophie forget almost entirely about her resistance, she was helpless against those two strong males and she couldn't do more than bite her lips to prevent any treacherous sound to escape from her mouth. Kaelan did something, was he kneeling behind her? When had Gael opened the buttons of her jeans? It took Kaelan only a moment to send her jeans and panties to the ground as well. 

Trembling in anticipation she waited for his next move and wasn't disappointed when he buried his muzzle in her sex, searching and finding her tender femalehood. Sophie moaned in pleasure, it felt so good! She had to alter her stance a little, giving him better access, as his tongue flickered over her little nub, making her see stars for a moment. 

It wasn't that she was unable to move, but by now, she was no longer unwilling, all that she wanted was let him take over the lead and show her, how good it could feel being treated like a woman. It wasn't long and she was panting audible, as his licks became faster and more erratic. Sophie wasn't prude, she had played with herself a couple of times, but this, with him, was so different from that all. 

Suddenly, Gael got up to his feet again, he stroke her cheek, then leaned in for their first kiss, allowing Sophie to taste herself. It was odd, but at the same time, it tasted good, it tasted like lust and pleasure. 

Gently, he pushed her backwards, his strong arms holding her, lowering her to the ground. It was surprisingly soft, and cool, compared to the hot body now over her. The panther moved back and forth, rubbing over her heated body, making her nipples tingle and adding to her arousal. At some point, he had lost his loincloth as well and Sophie shuddered as she felt his hard, warm pole against her thighs. He was big, too big for her? It was her first time, she had no idea if he would fit, fear and lust battled inside of her when Gael looked her deep in the eyes again. Did he understand her? Could he read her uncertainty in her eyes? Then she felt his glans against her wet labia and her own desire took lead again. Wrapping her arms around his neck and back, she rose up and kissed him as she felt him sliding into her slowly, gently. 

She could feel every inch of his hot shaft penetrating into her, spreading and filling her so wonderfully. To her own surprise she caught herself kissing him back aggressively now, her tongue battling with his, urging him to move on. It was as if her body was created to be with him, he filled her so perfectly and just when she thought she couldn't take more, he was fully in, his pelvis being in touch with her hips. 

The male broke the kiss, giving Sophie a chance to look up and see him inside of her, the sight combined with the sensation almost driving her wild.
“Fuck me!” She said, knowing that he wouldn't understand the words, but the demanding undertone. Luckily, she didn't had to wait too long, for soon he started moving back, his member rubbing against the inner flesh of her tight, young sex, before he moved back in, faster, more demanding now. Soon, she wrapped her legs around his hips, giving him easier access as he took up the pace with every new stroke. It was wonderful, it felt so good that she forgot her surroundings and the situation she was in. all that she wanted was this handsome young male to take her.

She didn't knew how long they had been making love on the jungle ground, but after a while, she felt a strong new sensation building inside of her, she had never experienced anything like that, but she knew what it was. Digging her fingers into the ground, she rocked her body against her mate, groaning and moaning loud, she finally screamed: “I'm coming!” And with that, her first climax washed over her, carrying her away with a firework of pleasure.

She was still enjoying the weaker spikes of pleasure following her explosion, when she felt him convulsing and trembling too, only to shoot his hot seed deep into her body, adding a new, wonderful feeling to this experience. For the first time, she experienced how it felt when a male came into her and it was a weird, yet wonderful sensation. For a brief moment she felt relief that Gael being a different species meant he couldn't impregnate her, but even if that hadn’t been the case, she wouldn't have cared at that moment.

When he pulled out, she sighed from the sudden feeling of emptiness, but gave him a warm smile, showing him that she had enjoyed at least as much as he did. The male looked like a proud hunter after he brought down his prey, even when he turned over to his brother and spoke to him. While he did, his hand was still on her body, running the backside of his finger over the tender flesh of her breast, as if he wanted to explore every inch of her firm mound. 

Sophie turned her attention to Kaelan. Their love-making hadn't been without effect upon the second panther. Though he was still wearing his loincloth, his red member was sticking out like it had pushed aside a curtain. Sophie was a bit surprised, she had felt the unevenness of Gael's shaft and it had been great, but only know she saw that they had been little barbs starting behind that long tip. Kaelan answered his brother, looking at Sophie and smiling warm, but in his eyes she could see his arousal. Her hand wandered to the pendant around her neck, it was still there, Gael hadn't touched it. 

Kaelan walked over to her. He was at least as good looking as his brother, maybe a tiny bit smaller, maybe a bit more slender, but athletic and wiry like the predator he was. He walked over to her, saying something and Sophie shook her head, not understanding what he said. Since she was still lying on the ground, he knelt down next to her, lips locking with hers, as they too shared their first kiss. Did he kiss her more impatient? Inwardly, Sophie smiled, of course, he had had to watch as his brother had his go on her. 

When he broke the kiss, his hand wandered along her flank, making her shudder, then he took her shoulder and hip and started to turn her. She quickly got the idea, uncertain about what would happen next, she turned around, lying on her stomach now, feeling a bit ashamed about presenting her back to them in this way.

His hand stroke her hair once more and, was it an accident? He tugged on the chain holding the pendant from her mother. 
“No, please.” Sophie whispered in real worry. And apparently, the young warrior understood. Immediately, almost as if he got burned, he withdrew his hand from the chain, but only to proceed deeper. Adding some pressure, he slid his hands over her slender back, feeling her muscles, moving back up along the spine and repeating this. Funny, it almost felt like a massage, no he, wasn't an expert and the hard tip pressing against her butt-cheek reminded her, that this male had other intentions then to just make her relax. Still, it was a really pleasant sensation and Sophie closed her eyes to fully enjoy it.

Sophie had had a couple of massages in the past and she had always found them relaxing, though the feeling of being exposed like that was something she had never gotten used to. And even now she remembered that fact and felt ashamed for a moment. She wanted to move, but felt almost unable to do so, since Kaelan was already sitting on her legs. Besides, it was most likely the normal habit of these people, walking around nude, she had to respect that in order to not provoke them. 

His hands stayed there not for long. Kneading the muscles along her spine for a while, he soon moved a bit deeper. For a moment, she tried to tell herself that he had rubbed over her backside more or less by accident, but then the hand returned, soon joined by the other, pupping her butt-cheeks, squeezing them slightly. 

This wasn't right. Sophie knew that she should say something. She remembered that her friends had talked about boys checking out their asses, but allowing one to touch her there? But still, she wasn't in the position to object and maybe he just wanted to make her feel relaxed? Suddenly, his thumbs slipped into that valley between her cheeks, still squeezing and rubbing her.
“Wh- hey, stop that!” Sophie brought forth, blushing visibly even through her white fur. But all that she earned was a kind of chuckle from the panther. Was he making fun of her? Why was he touching her like that and most of all, why did she enjoy it that much?

Unable, even unwilling to act, she just lay there, accepting his attention, him stroking her soft fur, running his fingers along her tail, then back to her curved ass. Then suddenly he kissed her cheek, making her moan in surprise. What was he doing with her? Before she could protest, she felt a finger sliding between her cheeks, brushing over her backdoor, making her tremble: “P- please no.” Then he found her still damp sex, running along it, causing Sophie to see stars. He spread her nectar, teasing and encircling her anus, causing feeling in Sophie that she had never felt before: “Th- this is not right.” She whimpered, feeling so embarrassed, but at the same time so aroused by him touching her at this forbidden spot. Even though she wanted to fight it down, she felt herself getting more and more aroused again. 

His hands retreated for a moment, only to turn back to her cheeks, squeezing them together, before finally he grabbed her by her hips, helping her up. Not long and she was on her hands and knees, ashamed that she was presenting herself to this male like some animal in heat. But then again, she was in heat and she wanted him to take her! His hands were already back on her ass, groping and massaging her until she felt his thick, hot member brushing against the crack of her rump. It always drove her mad to be left waiting by him like that, she needed this, didn't he realize it? But then again, if he would go for her backside, it would hurt her that much.

With a loud moan, filled with lust and relief, she answered his sudden push into her wet sex, filling her swiftly just as good as his brother had done earlier. She felt him slapping against her hips, then pausing, as his hands roamed freely over her back. She pushed back against him, realizing that this position gave her more freedom to move, gyrating her hips a little just to feel him better inside of her. 

Of course, he didn't remain in place for long, very soon he started to move inside of her, pulling back, then in a little bit faster again, one hand holding her by her hip, the other moving along her spine, over her flanks, and her butt. She was surprised that, even though she was handled so rough and dominating by him, those moving fingers added that much to the pleasurable sensation. Within moments, she moved in rhythm with him, greeting him every time he pushed in, their bodies slapping against each other with audible sounds. 

A willing moan escaped Sophie's lips as he started to kiss her back, while his penis moved inside of her, caressing her tender flesh, making the girl see stars. She couldn't tell which one of the boys was the more skilled lover, but right now, she enjoyed it past the point of thinking at all. She moaned and screamed out her pleasure, feeling her juices running down her thighs and also feeling him getting faster and more desperate as he took her. 

Finally, he threw his head back, slammed in a few more times, then held still, unloading his hot seed into her quivering body, making Sophie almost collapse, her arms giving way so that her head was on the ground, while her rump was up high in the air, receiving Kaelan's gifts.

For a while, they remained like this, until he carefully pulled out and she sank down to the floor, panting hard, looking at the brothers with a satisfied, but also questioning expression. Only then, she noticed her clothes lying in the dirt. She crawled over to them and started picking up the cloth, only to get a surprisingly rough answer from Gael. The male tried to explain something to her what she, of course, couldn't understand. But it was clear that he wanted her to leave the clothes were they were. Kaelan had meanwhile left the place and Sophie wondered what this was about.
“No, no. I need my clothes.” Sophie tried to explain to Gael, but the male was unregenerate, shaking his head again to make clear that her clothes would stay where they were. 
Gael talked calmer to her now, trying to explain something, pointing into one direction. With his hands, he formed words, food, shelter maybe, his village? Yes, that must be it, they wanted to bring her to their village. Then, Kaelan returned, in his hands he carried some furs, did they bring them? Were they the remains of their latest hunt? It was of a uniform brown color but Sophie still wasn't sure from what animal it was made. Then she realized that it was some kind of loincloth.
“For me?” Sophie ask and pointed at herself. Kaelan nodded. 
“And the rest of me?” She pointed at her chest and this time, the panther shook his head.
“So, running around half naked like you do?” Sophie put on the loincloth and then crossed her arms in front of her chest: “No way am I walking around with these showing.”
The men looked at each other, Gael pointing at Sophie, them talking for a while. Then Kaelan walked over to her again, some kind of impatience on his face. He shook his head, grabbed both her wrists and pulled her arms to her side. Then he nodded, took one of her hands, more gentle now, and guided her into the forest. Sophie tried to protest once more, but it was no use, either they didn't want her to run around dressed as she was used to, or they didn't even understood the use of those covering sheets of fabric. At least, they picked up her backpack with her equipment she gathered from the wreckage.

She felt her breasts jiggling with every step she took in the jungle. How would that be for a really curvy girl? It shot through her mind. But there were a lot other things she had to think about. Occasionally, Gael looked back at her, apparently liking the sight and even though she had enjoyed what they did with her earlier, she had to find a way to get away from them and back into civilization.

She didn't knew how long they had been walking through the jungle and, even though she had tried to pay attention, she had to admit that she was completely lost by now. She would have never found the wreckage of the plane again by now and she had a doubt that they were walking her towards the next river.

Before sunset, they arrived at a small village that seemed to be the two males’ home. It consisted of maybe two dozen huts, some small, some bigger. They were crafted out of wood with roofs made of palm leaves. All the huts were gathered around a big central place and when the small group arrived, Sophie could see tribe members, many of them children, running around there. The young girl blushed under her white fur. While walking, she hadn't paid much attention to it, but she was still bare-chested, presenting her breasts to anyone seeing her. She stopped in shock, but a few words from the brothers and their gentle tugging at her arms convinced her that it would be better to follow.

Dozens of yellow panther eyes were following her and she felt an uncomfortable tension, they looked at her with curiosity, yes, but also with refusal, yes, even open dislike. She turned around and saw that the two guards that had been standing close to the entrance of the village were now following them, spears in their hands. An elder woman, clad only in loincloth like all the tribe members, addressed Gael and Kaelan, pointing at Sophie, anger in her voice. The two tried to explain something to her, but she got angrier, her voice getting louder until she was gesturing frantically and almost screaming at the brothers. The guards had taken position behind the small group and more armed men, at least half a dozen, gathered around them, each one armed with a spear or a club, tension showing on their faces. 

An older male approached them, and it was clear that he had a special position inside the tribe. He wore loincloth as well, sure, but he also had a necklace made from feathers and tiny bones. He seemed angry too and tried to talk with the brothers. But their talk was again and again interrupted by the shouts of the other panthers. Rather quickly, the atmosphere became more aggressive, tribe members closed in on Sophie and suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back forcefully. Kaelan tried to take her hand, but was interrupted by another guard. There was little the spaniel could do, trying to run away might have caused one of the armed men to do something silly. So, while her two “rescuers” were still arguing with the others she was dragged away. The warriors, there were at least three around her, almost threw her back against a pole. One suddenly had a rope in his hands and with that, the tied her to the pole, effectively leaving her bound and helpless. 

The situation was dangerous, Sophie knew that. The two brothers were arguing with the man who was apparently the chieftain of the tribe. Most of the other warriors stood around that small group, while at least two were always guarding her and making sure she wouldn't do anything stupid – as if she dared to even move. The children, elders and most of the women stood in the background, partly curious about the new events and partly scared about such trouble. 

Still thinking about how she could get out of that, one of the warriors, a smaller, slightly hunched young male approached her, he held his spear in one hand, using it like a strut. He said something to another male, who sounded disparaging towards him, but still turned away in the end. The hunched male got closer, reached out and touched Sophie's beloved pendant that was still there, between her exposed breasts. She shuddered as she felt his fingers touching her fur also. He grinned evilly, whispering something to her. Then he looked back, making sure that the brothers were still busy with that debate. He abandoned the pendant for a moment, his hand roaming, squeezing her breast, making Sophie shudder in disgust about his touch. 

As she wanted to finally protest, he slightly tilted the tip of his spear towards her, effectively silencing her, before he returned his attention to the pendant. He slightly tugged at it, his eyes narrowing as he realized it wouldn't come off that easily. 
“Hey, you – this is mine.” Sophie tried again and again, she gained that evil grin from him. 

Suddenly, his other hand slipped into her loincloth, aggressively rubbing over her sex. Sophie gasped, how could he dare? The sensation totally caught her off guard and she didn't even think about protesting as his fingers touched her at her most sensitive spots. Before she knew what was happening, he had pulled the necklace over her head and triumphant laughed, as he walked away from her.

Sophie felt like crying, she had lost the last anchor, the last thing that reminded her of her mother, the last item that connected her to everything she had lost. She didn't even care if the brothers would come out with an agreement with the chief, why bother about that anymore? She was lost, doomed, alone.

She didn't knew how much time passed when finally Gael came back to her, smiling, apparently pretty relieved. He said something to the warrior by her side and that warrior pulled out a stone knife. What were they up to? For a moment, Sophie was again scared, only to realize then that he would cut her restrains. It was Kaelan whose eyes fell upon her neck and the missing pendant. And it didn't take the smart warrior long to make out the hunched man in the crowd, who was just on his way back to his hut. Growling angry, he rushed after him, there was some struggling, some insults, then Kaelan took the pendant from him and brought it back to the now free Sophie.

“Th- thank you. Kaelan.” The confused girl said, then turning to the other brother: “Thank you too Gael.” she rubbed her hurt wrists: “What are we going to do now?”
As if they got her question, Gael took her by her hand and gently guided her back out of the village, followed by Kaelan.
“Are you going to show me the way back into civilization?” She knew they wouldn't understand her, but at least she had to ask, hope rising again. Maybe they finally got where she needed to go, but at least, there seemed to be no threat coming from their tribe anymore. 

The two brothers guided Sophie through the forest yet again. As far as she could assess, it wasn't the way they had come, still, without the warriors, she would have been lost within moments in the green hell. Then she heard the water. Water! She remembered that she had been searching for a river, something that would guide her into one direction so she could get out of the jungle. As they progressed, it turned out that it was a small creek that rushed over a few rocks, before it formed a pond surrounded by old trees. Judging from the traces Sophie saw this was where the villagers came to wash and get their drinking water. Still, right now this place was abandoned. But Kaelan and Gael seemed to be happy to be here, at least, they gestured to the water with a gentle smile upon their predatory faces.

“Ahem, yes, a beautiful place.” Sophie said, trying to show them her appreciation. But what where they up to? With surprise she noticed that both brother simultaneously dropped their loincloth to the ground. Where they about to have another go on her? She caught herself staring at their crotches and feeling surprisingly comfortable with the idea. 

Kaelan was the first one who stepped into the water, while Gael stayed at Sophie's side. He tried to explain something to her and it wasn't hard to understand that he wanted her to undress, too. Sophie felt uncomfortable. She knew it was silly, both of them had seen her naked, had touched and made love to her and yet she felt ashamed to undress for them? She closed her eyes and inhaled deep. They had saved her, time for her to show a bit cooperation. Undressing went pretty fast with her only wearing that skimpy loincloth and Gael, apparently glad that she did understand what he wanted, took her by the hand and lead her into the pond. 

The water was wonderfully cool and Sophie only now realized how dirty, sweaty and worn out she felt. The cool water that just reached up to her belly was so refreshing! As she stood there, the brothers closed in on her from both sides. She still had no idea what they were up to, but she needed a good bath. 

A strong hand took her by her wrist and another started to pour the fresh water onto her arm, gently starting to wash her. She looked at Kaelan as he did so and smiled, only feeling Gael starting to wash her shoulders in the same way. The brothers were more gentle, more careful then back when they had found her and for sure they were more gentle then that ugly warrior in the village. Strange, she didn't know more about them then about him and still, their hands caused so different feelings in her. Their hands traveled over her body, not missing a single spot, so that her white fur soon clenched to her like a second skin. Water ran down between her young breasts and her slender back and she was sure that the boys enjoyed this treatment almost as much as she did. From time to time, she felt fingers moving to more private parts of her, her upper thigh, her ass, but every time when she thought they would get more risky, touch her to make her ready for another round of fierce love-making, they moved on, cleaning another spot of her body. Carefully, so they could think it was by accident, she let her hands roam through the water, soon brushing over an erect member, then another. Yes, they were aroused and she could tell that they wanted her, but still, they didn't do it. And she? She wasn't sure about her own emotions but she knew that she wanted them to make the decision for her.

In her current state, the washing seemed to take forever, but Sophie was pretty sure that they were only a few minutes in the water. They had cleaned every spot of her body, and she felt wonderfully refreshed and more than a little excited after their touches. Then suddenly, both brothers walked back to the shore and Sophie allowed herself to admire their proud members as they left the water.

What was this ceremony about? Sophie asked herself as they were already on their way back to the village. She had never invested much time in studies regarding foreign civilizations and cultures, but right now she tried to gather every bit of knowledge she had. Water was always a symbol for purity, for being clean, but also represented change, adaption, sometimes fertility or strength as well. Would that help her? Barely, she still had no idea what the brothers had in charge for her, but at least she knew they were friendly and kind and that this place was, aside from a few hostile members of the tribe a place of peace, yes, she caught herself being envious about how they lived.

Once back in the village, the three were greeted by that elder panther. The chief, who, only now Sophie noticed it, looked pretty much like an older version of the brothers, was he their father? But this time, he looked happy, he nodded to Kaelan, then to Gael and even Sophie was friendly greeted by him. Both brothers stood in front of him, taking Sophie in the middle. They shared a few words and Sophie was pretty sure that it wasn't casual talk. The chief’s reply sounded different, formal, as he looked from one then to the other. In the end he took four thin, red ribbons out of a bag he was carrying. The ribbons were bound together by two and he first wrapped one around Gaels arm, then, taking out a stone knife, cut the second one from it, wrapping it around Sophie's arm, who didn't dare to say anything about it. He then repeated the process with Kaelan and Sophie received her second ribbon. What kind of ritual was this? Why this symbolism? Then it hit her. It was a wedding ritual! What should she do? This was a mistake? She looked at Kaelan and saw in his face how happy he was, then she turned to Gael who smiled over at her. Married to both of them? She melted as she saw their proud, yet friendly faces. What was wrong about this? She couldn't really tell why this should be a problem for her, and then, the people all around them started to shout and rejoice. They welcomed her as a new tribe’s member!

If there was a celebration in the village, Sophie missed it. Gael and Kaelan more or less dragged her into a big hut, she was curious about where they lived and was pleasantly surprised. The hut was built from wood, wattled raffia and banana leaves. There was a fireplace in the center of the hut and a part of the hut was cushioned with hay, covered by more mats their sleeping place. 

“Nice home you guys have here.” Sophie said, walking around curious, so many things had happened over just a few hours, she had lost her old life, had almost died in some unnamed jungle and now, found a new home and, she couldn't really belief it – was married to these two? The walls seemed solid enough to protect her from the quick changes, to give her a chance to recover from that all. It was a surprise for her as well that she grew confident about walking around like she did among the villagers so fast and in the dim light of the hut, she felt sexy and desirable. She had been the object here, the one who had been dragged around, pulled here and there, it was time to prove that she was not just a plaything: “So guys, don't expect me to get your food ready for you every day.” She said, giggling, then noticed Kaelan walking around the fire. The flickering light accented his muscular chest in a lovely way and Sophie's thoughts trailed off. Only a moment later, he was standing right in front of her, embracing her with his strong arms and she embraced him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him tenderly at first, then with growing passion. 

The canine wasn't surprised that only a moment later, she felt Gael's hands on her back as he had stepped up on her from behind, kissing her neck, making her sigh in happiness. Married to two handsome guys? That was something her most kinky friends would envy her for, and before she broke the kiss, she was already working on Kaelan's loincloth. She wanted him, wanted both of them, and she wanted them to know that she was as eager about this as they were.

Kaelan's tongue danced around hers as she felt her body pressed against his, feeling every single of his slow, even breaths. Gael in the meantime kept on kissing her neck and back, his hands wandering over her slender form, cupping her ass, then removing her loincloth which fell to the ground, joining that of Kaelan.

She sighed as she felt his hot, erect member against her belly and moving her own hips, she drove Kaelan further. Eager hands were massaging and exploring her backside, squeezing her cheeks, then again wandering further up. It felt incredible being between those two predators and Sophie sighed into her kiss as she felt her body in flames from her newly awaken lust.

After a while, Kaelan broke the kiss, his lips were on her neck, her chest, kissing her young, trembling breasts, sucking her nipples, while Gael never stopped caressing her back, his member suddenly pushed between her cheeks, a weird, yet wonderful sensation that made Sophie gasp out audible. A finger rubbed her clit, making her melt into the boys arms, all resistance fading: “Yes, fuck me.” She hushed, knowing they wouldn't understand her, but get the need in her voice. Her eyes went wide as a wet finger slipped between her ass-cheeks, but she soon relaxed to the sensation, it was weird, yes, but it felt surprisingly good, even when the finger started to gently press against her backdoor: “E- easy Gael.” she said, holding onto Kaelan for support. The man now moved his hips slightly, still rubbing her clit, but also pressing his member more firmly against her. It was easy to relax in their strong arms and suddenly, Sophie felt a finger entering her from behind and one slipping into her so wet sex. It felt overwhelming as she moaned out free. Adjusting and accepting, she felt the fingers go deeper until both filled her out so nicely. Gael took his time to make her used of the feeling, twisting and turning his finger slightly, pulling it out a bit before shoving it in again. Kaelan on the other hand soon withdrew his finger, kissing the girl again while at the same time bringing his throbbing member into position. She guided him, placing him against her entrance, trembling as she felt him parting her labia easily. Gently but determined, he pushed into her, filling her easily, each inch of him causing new sparks of pleasure to fire in her brain. Sophie had to admit, it felt wonderful! She started to move her hips, feeling a thick penis or an eager finger with each thrust, moaning into her kiss with Kaelan, yes, she wanted this, and she wanted more, she wanted to make this perfect for her mates as well. She broke the kiss, tried to turn her head: “I- I'm ready for you Gael.” she said, surprised about her own words. 24 hours ago, she had been a virgin now she wanted to be sammiched by two studs at a time.

Gael seemed to understand her, gently, he withdrew his finger and Kaelan took her legs, helping her wrapping them against his hips. For a moment, she was in mid-air, only held by this strong tribal warrior. In the corner of her eye she saw Gael stroking his own member, pouring something onto it that made it glisten in the firelight. Then he got back behind her. She placed her head onto Kaelan's shoulder, closing her eyes, she tried to relax as she felt the hot tip against her backdoor. It was thick but slick and Gael gave her time to relax and adjust as he pushed in very, very slowly. He paused, then pulled slightly back, only to move a bit further in afterwards. Kaelan held still all the time, waiting for his turn.

Sophie couldn't belief it. She had done it. They were both in her and it felt wonderful. So full, so hot, so wanted and sexy. For a while, she had to remain still and just enjoy the sensation, her body adjusting quickly, as she started to gently move her hips back and forth, just to feel them better. Then, the boys started to move, one pulling out, while the other drove in, one of them inside all the time, matching the rhythm of her moving hips. And after a while, their strokes became more powerful, more demanding, each making her bounce up a little, causing the girl to moan out in lust. I was incredible, wonderful and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold back for long. 

Just a few more blows of them and Sophie felt her powerful orgasm rising, she screamed out, begged them for more, then she came like never before, thrashing, shaking, crying and moaning as both slammed into her at once, filling her completely and letting her convulsing body take them over the edge as well.

The water dabbled down the stones, singing the same song it sang every day. Sophie was kneeling at the shore, her pendant dangling between her exposed breasts by her side were Mina and Mellja. The two panther girls were making jokes, laughing as the three of them washed the berries they had collected earlier. Sure, Sophie understood only half of it, but she knew that the two were talking about certain things. During the past few weeks she had learned to enjoy the slight, playful envy of the other tribes’ women regarding her two handsome husbands. And she had learned a lot of other things. She now knew which berries she could eat and which not, how to prepare a rabbit or even a pig after the hunt and many other things. Yes, life was simple, but life was good. There hadn't been any signs of a rescue mission but even if there had been, Sophie was by now pretty sure that she would have hid in some bushes until they were gone again. She could never ask for more than she got here. 

The End