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From source. Story by EagleTheCheetah

Ever the curious spotcat, Eagle managed to find himself wandering through the jungle. His curiosity struck him some company, a new friend Jumwo. A black panther who seemed very eager to show the golden cat around the musty jungle where the cheetah stuck out like a sore thumb in his yellow coat. Both cats felt at ease around each other, as they crossed along the foliage this way and that. So many turns that the cheetah probably could not find his way back if he wanted to! Not that he’d want to at this point. This place was gorgeous.
The two cats managed to scramble up a tree— which the cheetah did with some difficulty, being quite out of his element. He walked ahead of the panther, not thinking too much of the fact that his tail was swaying side to side, and likely giving the other male a rather enticing view while they approached a clearing in the canopy where the sun shone through, and an incredible view of a waterfall which could also be heard. The cheetah was dazzled momentarily. Enough so that he barely felt a brush of fur rush to one side before he saw a flash of black as well. The lanky cat lost his footing in short order after that and topped off the branch to one side. Rather than tumbling down to the jungle floor, the spotted cat found himself in a tangle of vines.
He struggled to try to free himself, but it really only made matters worse as his limbs very quickly became bound themselves, and he found himself belly-up, staring at the treetops as light filtered in, and then at the grin of the black panther as he saw his new friend there in his prone state. There was quite a mischievous look in his eyes that told the cheetah that this his footing may have been sabotaged. The panther approaching him thereafter almost confirmed it. He felt that muzzle trace long the underside of his body. Jumwo’s paws stepped more surely across the vines and then their noses touched. The cheetah felt a flush develop under his fur as he glanced up, and at once he felt those thin black lips press against his own at the same time that the panther lowered his body against the cheetah’s, that dark sheath pressing against his lighter one. He tried to clutch his paws onto his friend’s pelt to draw him in closer, but he remained bound and the other cat seemed to have full control.
The cheetah did not seem to mind this, quite evident in the way that his sheath was filling while those two bodies rocked together, and those muzzles continued to share a passionate kiss, teeth locking on occasion, and those feline shafts emerged out quicker and quicker until they were both throbbing, and precum drooled in between them. There were a few moments of that, and then the panther starts to reposition himself, dragging that felid cock back across the cheetah’s orbs, leaving a trail of wetness along the way until that tip pressed against the cheetah’s pink hole. The feeling made him flinch and purrrowl with pure pleasure, and Jum wasted no time letting that shaft sink inside of the cheetah. As his paws remained bound, they kneaded at the air.
Soon the dense jungle air was filled with a mix of sounds and smells of feline passion, some of which also dripped down to the floor beneath them. So powerful were the panther’s thrusts that the cheetah felt his cradle of vines swaying at one point. Up until that very last thrust where tails lashed and the cheetah could feel his insides being filled with the potent seed of his new feline companion. And once again their muzzles pressed against one another. Just a moment later, and the spottycat reached his own climax, and the warmth now from his own seed was shared amidst the fur between their two pressed bellies.
Breathing was rough and ragged for moments after, and the cheetah just lay there limply. The supportive vines were obviously not going anywhere, given how much they’d held up against the two cats mating, so there they would lay there, basking in the afterglow. Just a couple of spent cats, whose rumbles could be heard from somewhere above a now seedy-forest floor, mixing into all of the rest of the jungle sounds.

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