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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: fertili2.txt
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story_codes: Jaguars/g(7), first, preg, bestiality, non-cons, cons

story_intro: Having spent days under the care of people who were doing odd things to her body, Charity finally gets to see how different she now looks. Then she is taken to meet the jaguar god of the tribe. The little girl finds him frightening at first before he does things in her private parts that makes her feel strangely good. But she is also destined for something that comes about after so much mating and she is delighted to find out that she's going to be a mommy.


story_language: English





Fertility Rites, part 2

Written by madvlad


	It was finished.

	Charity had a sense of that even before they began to clear away the bowls and the needles. The needles had burned, lightly, after they punctured her skin although the pricks of the finely honed bone implements had quickly dulled to a slight poke shortly after they had started.

	The procedure had taken several days and the seven year-old still wasn't sure what they had done. But they certainly seemed pleased. Maybe she had been sick although she hadn't felt bad - just a little scared after the storm. Daddy wasn't there but maybe that was okay since he would have been cross about the tent getting messed up. And he'd certainly blame Charity and her sisters.

	But she must have been sick because they took her clothes off like she was at the doctor. This time, they even took off her panties which made Charity feel shy but then they gave her some medicine to drink and she felt better. Then they put the needles with medicine in her - the medicine gave her those burning feelings. She must have been very sick because they gave her shots all over - even on her rear when they rolled her onto her belly.

	She couldn't see what they were doing since they held her head down. That was okay because Charity didn't want to see the needles when they gave her shots. But all the people seemed very nice, even if she couldn't understand what they were saying.

	Now that they were done, they wrapped her in a blanket and draped the top of it over her head like a cloak. A big man carried her through the big building that Ruth had told her was a temple before they were separated. As they passed by a large room, Charity caught a glimpse of her big sister.

	Ruth was naked and lying on a table. Maybe she was sick but she wasn't getting shots like Charity had. A man with no clothes on was leaning over her and pushing between Ruth's open legs. Maybe he was giving her a shot in her kitty which seemed kind of silly. Ruth was making funny noises but it didn't exactly sound like she was hurt.

	Now the man carrying her stopped and he was talking to some other men. One of them was named Xem - Charity had heard him called that while she was getting her shots. Smiling, Xem patted the top of Charity's head through the blanket.

	They took her to a room where there were three large surfaces of silver arranged in a U. Centuries earlier, the silver slabs had been smoothed and polished for months until they shone like perfect mirrors. Unwrapping the girl, they set her on the floor and had her stand inside the U. Breathlessly, they admired their handiwork while the child stared at her images in astonishment over her transformation.

	Charity wasn't a little girl anymore; she was a leopard. No, she remembered. She was a jaguar. Her mother, before she went to Heaven, had told her about jaguars and other jungle creatures in South America while showing her pictures in a book.

	Blinking, Charity saw her own blue eyes peering back at her in the mirror and understood, after this shock, that she still was a little girl. Her long golden hair looked like a silky mane - something jaguars didn't have. But most of her body was now colored like a jaguar's golden tan coat with spots of brown and black patterned in the unique way of the jaguar. Even her face was spotted. Remembering how she had been rolled over on the table, Charity peered in the side mirrors and saw enough of her back and bottom to know they had been colored.

	She rubbed her arms but the colors did not smear. Once, some natives had camped near the missionary center somewhere upriver from here (she didn't exactly know where "here' was). Among the things that Charity and her sisters had witnesses was the process of tattooing. Now she understood the purpose of the needles she had been subjected to these past days; her little body was now permanently transformed. As she took in her new appearance, Charity smiled widely now.

	There were some places, though, that remained unmarked. The palms of her hands and soles of her feet had not been touched. More prominently, her tummy was still white in a vertical oval that extended down over her smooth pubis and the chubby swell of her sex. Charity remembered the men touching her kitty with their fingers while she was on the table. It was naughty to do that but they had made her feel good and funny there at the same time.

	One of the men wrapped her in the blanket again and Charity did not resist as she was carried from the temple. Not far outside, she saw her baby sister, Faith, playing with other small children. Faith's light blonde hair stood out in the rapidly moving crowd and her entire body, now completely golden from the sun with no clothing to cover her, was still lighter in hue than her littler brown friends.

	From the laughter, it was clear that Faith was enjoying herself tremendously. Charity was glad because their father always got cross if they made too much noise. She had no idea where he was now but that was a relief. She didn't think he'd approve of her new spots at all and she would be in big trouble.

	Wordlessly, Xem led the other priests through the jungle on a different path from the one they took to deliver the eldest golden child to Cinxu, the father god, so that she could carry the next tribal chief. Today's trek would be to provide an acceptable mate for Tlactu, their god of the hunt.

	Taking the form of a jaguar, Tlactu was often unpredictable. For centuries, his animal offspring from offered humans became the companions of the hunt, seeing, hearing and smelling prey before the tribal men could. The creatures looked like and possessed the attributes of jaguars but were also endowed with the intelligence of their mothers as well as the willingness to join humans in the hunt.

	But Tlactu was prone to being finicky. The last three offerings sent to him had been rejected as mates and the previous cats sired by him were finally dying off from age. Xem fervently hoped that this exotic girl would break the run of ill luck so that the hunts would become more fruitful again.

	When Xem arrived at a small clearing by a spring, he held his hand up to halt the procession. A wooden stake with the remains of a leather cord lay carelessly in the dirt. Nearby were small, gnawed bones from the previous offering six months ago. Xem sighed; those who were rejected as mates by Tlactu were still accepted as meals.

	With a gesture, he had two priests quickly carry the remains to the surrounding brush so as not to disquiet the new girl. Another stake was hammered into the ground as Charity was brought forward. Xem gently guided the girl to her hands and knees before another priest fastened a new leather thong around her neck. It was short enough to keep her from standing upright - like a human. That position would not do. After some chanted prayers, the priests withdrew.

	Xem knew that some of the younger priests were worried about this golden offering being rejected by the god. Their whispers were captured by his keen ears. Although he shared their concern - what other rarity could they offer than a milk-skinned female with hair of the sun and eyes of crystal water? - he dared not give voice to it.

	Charity wondered what she had done wrong. Even her father had never tied her up like a dog and left her alone like this. She started to weep when she heard a guttural coughing from somewhere nearby. Broad green leaves parted and a massive jaguar sauntered from the jungle. He growled again - a deep cough from his chest as he slowly padded around this new offering. He could sense her fear; something that made him drool with hunger but he considered another purpose for her as he delicately sniffed about her.

	Intrigued with this gift, he stepped closer, boldly inhaling her scent. Moving behind the smooth and spotted child, he nudged her rear with his nose before licking.

	Charity squeaked as she felt the cat's tongue wetly rasping over her bald vulva. In her position, the plump bulge was well exposed from behind and the big cat decided she was very tasty between her legs. For the moment, she was more embarrassed than afraid.

	"Mr. Jaguar, it's not nice to touch my privates," Charity softly protested.

	When Tlactu nuzzled her cunny, Charity squeaked again and tried to crawl away. All she could manage was to go in circles around the stake. For a few revolutions, Tlactu playfully followed her until his urgency sapped his patience. With a quick movement, his head darted forward and tilted sideways before he caught the little girl's tender left thigh in his jaws.

	Charity squeaked again before going still as the beast growled at her in admonishment. The force against the child's limb was strong but not enough to break the skin.

	"Please don't eat me, Mr. Jaguar," she begged before unknowingly copying the entreaty her older sister, Ruth had used after being bound to the living statue of Cinxu. "My name's Charity and I'm seven years old and I really, really try to be a good girl."

	Tlactu released Charity's leg and growled a warning for her to stay put. She did not move as he walked over the naked child with some of his chest fur brushing her back.

	"Your fur feels nice, Mr. Jaguar," Charity noted, desperately wanting to be nice to the animal. "Something's touching my kitty and you shouldn't..."

	Charity stopped. Getting naughty touches was better than being eaten so she remained still as something poked and rubbed at her private place.

	Tlactu felt the fleshy little pillow of a young human snatch against the tip of his dick. Not surprisingly, the offering left for him was wriggling at the contact. They always did until he showed them their purpose. Ah, he found the right angle and he felt the smooth lips parting for his maleness to make her part of his dominion.

	Quickly, he hunched forward and drove Charity's face into the dirt as her arms gave way at the sudden shift. He heard a muffled squeak (this one made the most interesting noises!) before a louder protest accompanied the tearing of the membrane that unsealed the miniature fount for his taking.

	The beast's cock drove into the childish cunt, making it stretch incredibly in width and depth as Tlactu entered her completely. Coupled with a god, she could not be injured now in this act although she did not yet understand this. Charity's hands clawed at the dirt as her tiny virgin cunt was abruptly pressed into a service she should have been too young to perform.

	Rutting heavily with his little mate, Tlactu growled his satisfaction for this offering. The seven year-old's deflowered twat was slippery with her blood and more of it leaked over the pale, grossly stretched lips of her sex and down the smooth, tattooed skin of her thighs. The scent of her blood, so rich and sweet to him, urged the animal god to fuck her harder.

	"You're hurting my kitty," Charity sobbed. "It's not nice! It's not nice!"

	The mantra continued, unintentionally, in time with the strong thrusts of the beast's prick as it continued to debauch the little girl. Charity's formerly innocent snatch gripped the immense cylinder of sliding flesh that made it grow hotter and...then wetter.

	"It's not nice! It's not...nice," Charity mewled. "It's not...uhhhh...it's nice...Mr. Jaguar, you can keep doing that and my kitty feels...ohhh..."

	Tlactu didn't need to know the exact words she spoke. He felt it in her body's reaction; the cessation of her useless struggling and the slick clenching of the prepubescent pussy as it now worked to pleasure him. He reciprocated with the swift pounding that made her cunt hole gurgle thickly around his massive member. She convulsed, making warbling noises as she was rewarded with the mysterious, orgasmic reaction of her sex just as her new lord pounded her little organs with a flood of hot semen.

	Charity's eyes fluttered open as she felt the jaguar's teeth against her neck. Had she fainted when that wonderful thing happened? She felt so full and wet between her legs and felt stuff leaking out of her.

	Tlactu lifted the girl until she could hold her upper body up on her arms while her glorious rear portion still remained on her knees. Then he gnawed against her neck, pleased that she did not panic as she understood his intent.

	When the chewed leather thong fell away, the cat turned and slowly walked into the jungle. Now Charity understood that she would not be returning to the city of men. Getting to her feet, she toddled unsteadily at first as the creatures fluids continued to dribble from her ravaged hole. But then she, too, disappeared into the foliage as she followed Tlactu to her new home.

	There were other jaguars there, natural born to feline mothers and fathers. The place was an ancient shrine where Tlactu resided in the company of faithful companions. They would not hunt with men; only those whelped by a girl possessed the ability to bridge both species. Now as the feline god strode forth from the jungle, the others were still as they watched him and his little companion.

	The cats' noses twitched at Charity's scent. They learned it and also registered the odor of sex; not only Tlacltu's seed which was now sticky on her sex and her inner thighs, but of her own arousal and the girlish juices that were now flowing stronger.

	Charity felt feverish and somehow connected the urged to be touched in what used to be her private place. There were no words she could find as she staggered up the small set of steps to the shine's main platform. Choosing instead to whine in order to convey her need, the child got to her hands and knees at the top of the steps and waited.

	As the other animals watched, Tlactu took the little girl again. The seven year-old's pussy was sopping this time as it embraced his cock so tightly that she may as well have been a virgin again. Feeling her mysterious desire being fed, Charity purred. Her tattooed skin glistened with sweat, making her patterns dance in the sun as her tiny, cock-ravaged body undulated beneath the rutting hulk of her master.

	Less than a week removed from the stern hand of her missionary father, the little girl now embraced her animal lust. She rocked back against every thrust Tlactu made, widening and impaling the tender interior of her immature cunt on his prick. Charity's hairless pussy lips flexed and rolled around the shaft drilling between them. The slick grasp of her sex made the jaguar growl as he mauled it and drove the girl further into her new identity while making her body react in a special way just as Ruth's had done.

	She was not even aware of how she was growling with him; the primal sounds more befitting. Watching the others observing her savage mating, Charity felt like a princess; no, more like a queen. When her snarling lover blasted her delicate womb with more semen, she shuddered in her own climax. Inside the tiny chamber, the cat-god's sperm found what her human body had offered and the little jaguar queen became a mother-to-be.

	
ONE MONTH LATER

	The jaguar reverently dropped a torn hunk of raw flesh before the little tattooed blonde. Growling her appreciation, Charity took the meat in her hands and used her teeth to tear a piece from the bone. The flesh was still warm from the fresh kill and Charity greedily gulped the feast before taking another bite. Lying not far away in the deep alcove of the shrine, Tlactu watched his tiny consort with contentment.

	Although he had mounted the child many more times since impregnating her, he used the other females in his dominion now to slake his lust. Charity's belly was growing large and round and Tlactu understood that she could not copulate until after the cub inside her was delivered. Tlactu's offspring always matured quickly inside the womb and out. But Charity, with her body flooded with hormones in her present state, needed something now.

	When her meal was finished, Charity got to her hands and knees and mewled as she presented herself to Tlactu. A low growl from him signaled another male to go to her; she would receive other satisfaction.

	Approaching the waiting girl, the jaguar began licking the smooth swell of Charity's pussy. Charity grunted, and then purred as the jungle cat's tongue agitated and caressed her dripping little snatch. As she wriggled from the carnal massage, the tiny sacs that had sprouted on her chest shifted and made her aware of how uncomfortably full they felt. A few white drops seeped from the little girl's engorged nipples and she used one hand to gather some and taste her own milk.

	Charity remembered how Ruth had barely begun to develop and how she had been in awe of her older sister's first hint of physical maturity. Now the seven year-old wondered if perhaps her own little breasts might be larger than Ruth's now - even if not by much. Charity missed her sisters but understood that she now belonged to a different family.

	Cumming, Charity felt sated but even more desirous. Another cat licked her and more males circled her, awaiting their turn. The little jaguar-girl's scent had them aroused and as she saw their jutting members, the lust-crazed child licked her lips. If they could use her mouths on her, why couldn't she do that to them?

	At first, the nearest cat moved away as she tried to reach for him. But the high-pitched growl from the tiny alpha female made him stop. Charity shuffled forward with the other jaguar faithfully still licking her oozing cuntlet. Then she fastened her lips around the other cat's meat and began to suckle.

	The jaguar growled lightly as the child's lips and tongue moved all over his cock in ways that a pure jaguar's couldn't. The beast instinctively knew his obedience to Tlactu and whichever mate Tlactu chose, but he was gaining a new appreciation for what this blonde-maned little she-cat could provide.

	Tlactu watched this with great interest. In all of his centuries, none of his consorts had tried such a thing. Licking his chops, he saw the little girl use her mouth like a cunt until she was gulping down hot blasts of bestial semen. The other males were crowding in for a turn and Tlactu let them use his mate in that way knowing he could have her any time he wished. His tail twitching, he observed as the rest of the pack's males enjoy the services of the lusty little girl.

	By the time he arose, the others all stepped away as Charity hungrily eyed what awaited her below the beast's belly.

		
TWO MONTHS LATER

	The cub came skittering into the shrine and leapt into the lap of his little mother. Although growing faster than a natural jaguar, the only obvious sign of his unique parentage were his crystal blue eyes. Now he was so large that he nearly bowled Charity over.

	Whining, he licked at the nipples on his mother's chest. But her body had rapidly reverted just as quickly as he grew and although the pink dots stiffened, they were surrounded by nothing but the typical flatness of a seven year-old.

	Charity, too, missed nursing her cub. The delivery had been painful but she remembered the maternal satisfaction as an elder female nudged the tiny new cat to its mother's chest. The little girl cradled her offspring with wonder before at it found one miniature breast and began to ease the pressure she felt inside the tender mound as it drained her milk.

	Soon, her cub would join humans from the city on their hunts, staying away for days at a time before returning to the shrine. But the city was large and more than one hunting companion was needed. Charity felt it was time again and as Tlactu came loping close to her, she gently pushed her cub from her so she could present herself.

	Tlactu sniffed as he approached the upraised bottom of the willing seven year-old. Her bald twat was pale between her gold and spotted legs and the juices oozing from the tiny slit beckoned him. But there was more than that.

	Her scent had changed and he knew that she was in heat. This time, it would last for days and he would couple with her almost continuously. Her new instincts told Charity the same thing and she growled demandingly as her mate pushed against her.

	The seven year-old's pussy was a luscious squeeze of saturated flesh as the jaguar's prick plunged into it. Licking her chops, Charity made another sound that was a cross between a beastly growl and a human sigh as her lover worked to make her tummy grow large again.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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