Jungles were dangerous for many people. Whether it was poisonous creatures, disease, or many, many other things, it was easy to be hurt, or worse. One jungle in particular had withstood the test of time. While humans have wanted to cut down the jungle for some time, anyone that went into the jungle never came out.



Kat walked into the jungle early during the morning with a map in hand. She had cargo shorts, as well as a military khaki shirt on. She was told there was a rumor of treasure in an ancient temple in the old jungle, and she was eager to get it. She had obtained the map from a strange old woman that claimed the treasure was cursed, but Kat didn't believe in such things.



Kat brushed her long black hair from her face as she stared down at the treasure map. It was a fairly self-explanatory map that instructed her to start from what appeared to be a giant gold statue, but first Kat had to find that giant gold statue. She was told it was along the dirt path, and she was following a dirt path. She kept her eyes focused down on the map in front of her though.



There was a guttural growl that came from behind a set of trees, and on top of a small hill. The sound came from a black jaguar. While the jaguar was black in fur color, there was also the tail of a snow leopard. The tail was much longer than that of a regular jaguar's. The large feline's yellow cat eyes stared down at the human below. The jaguar kept his distance, but he was loud enough to alert her to its presence.



Kat froze in place as she heard the growl. She didn't even want to turn her head as she heard it. She knew there were dangerous wild cats in the jungle, and the only thing she brought with her was a dull machete, more useful for cutting vines than slicing skin. "N-nice kitty..." she said quietly. She thought about making a run for it, but she also knew that more danger would also mean less likely people would have found the treasure she was looking for.



The jaguar slowly back stepped into the jungle. As the jaguar vanished behind the many trees, and the shading from the leaves above, his guttural growl faded. The jaguar didn't seem to want to deal with the human. There was a brief sparkle of intelligence in the jaguar's eyes though, just as the large cat vanished.



Kat let out a sigh of relief as the jaguar vanished. She was curious as to what the jaguar was even doing. "Maybe it's protecting its young or something..." she decided to continue along the path. She was thankful that the jaguar wasn't guarding the path.



The jaguar retreated into a lone spot in the jungle. His yellow feline eyes stared at a large tree trunk in front of him, seemingly lost in thought. He did not appear that he wanted to harm the human, but at the same time, he seemed at ends about what to do with the human. 

The jaguar knew the danger deep down in the forest. The jaguar let out a sudden light growl as he stared at the tree. He suddenly lashed out his pristine sharp white claws, and dug them into the thick trunk. His claws easily dragged down the tree to create large scratch marks.

After a brief period, he turned, and walked back to the direction the human was going, though he kept his distance, so far that his eyes couldn't see the human, but he could follow based on the faint scent of perfume the human wore.



Kat continued walking, unaware of the large cat that stalked her from behind. At first, the scenery was so familiar that she thought she was going around in a giant circle, but eventually the path opened up to reveal a small waterfall in front of her, and a branching path. To the left the path went down the hill, and to the right the path went up the hill, directly to a giant stone head statue that looked in the direction of the downward path.



"Was it a stone statue?" Kat paused to open up her map once more. "I thought it was gold..." she inspected the color of the statue on the map, and while the color of the statue was a bright yellowish on the map, almost as if drawn by a crayon, the face of the statue was identical to the one she saw on the map. "Well, I have to go one way or the other I guess..." with a shrug, she took the path that went downhill.



The path she went on travelled next to the stream that the waterfall was attached to. The buzzing of mosquitos could be heard, while the sun shined beams through the leaves and vines above Kat. It wasn't too long before there were two stone pillars standing 10 feet tall, and a small path inside what appeared to be a massive hill. The interior was surprisingly well lit despite being underground.



The jaguar continued to follow behind Kat. There came a point where the jaguar actually visibly saw Kat, and then the small entrance inside a massive hill. The jaguar's eyesight could pick up what was inside better than Kat could, and the jaguar knew very well what was in there, and what Kat was after. His eyes leered at her, almost menacingly, but without any angry noises. He continued to watch Kat, but from a very far distance.



Kat thought it was incredibly strange that the underground of the hill was so visible, but she wasn't one to complain. She walked in, careful about traps, and noticed a small golden jaguar sitting atop of a stone pedestal. The gold jaguar was no more than a foot tall, and not even six inches wide. "That's it?" Kat had to ask. The treasure seemed so...out in the open. There was no maze, no puzzle, nothing complex. Kat looked around for any traps, yet aside from the stone pedestal the jaguar sat upon, there was nothing but dirt that surrounded them. Not even piles of bones nearby to indicate any previous failed attempts from other treasure seekers.



The jaguar stared as Kat noticed the small treasure, and then he looked at the ground surrounding that treasure. There were no bones or human remains. The treasure was never truly meant to kill, but to do something that others would have said were a much worse fate. The jaguar moved just off the path and approached the human from behind the trees.



Kat heard a rustle in the trees nearby. She froze in her footsteps, and turned around to look behind her. "Is it that...jaguar again?" she muttered under her breath quietly. While she didn't know how jaguar's normally behaved, she knew it would have been odd if it had followed her this far out. She knew there were plenty of more things to eat, why would it go after her?

After a moment's pause, she noticed the jaguar wasn't going anywhere close towards her, and she just sighed. "This cat can't make up his mind what he wants to do." She turned back to the tiny gold jaguar and figured she found what she needed to anyways. She just had to pick it up and run. It may not have been the best treasure the jungle had to offer, but gold was gold. She reached forward, and grabbed the tiny golden jaguar with both hands. One hand would have been enough to carry it, but she just wanted to use both to lift it.



As soon as Kat touched it, there was a strong zap, almost like a very strong case of static electricity. While there was no visible sparks, it was a strong enough zap to make Kat let go.

Flee! Hide! This place smells like humans! A thought immediately went into her mind, a thought she knew that was alien. "I AM human." She grabbed onto the statue again, and tried to pull it off of the pedestal. There was another strong zap, but she ignored it as she pulled the golden statue as hard as she could, yet the statue wasn't budging, as if it were heavily glued onto the pedestal it sat upon.



The jaguar watched as Kat touched the statue. He knew it was too late, his own thoughts were conflicting about what he did wrong, and what he could have done. He slowly stepped onto the path in front of the small underground hill, and stared at Kat from behind. He made not a noise as his fluffy tail twitched behind him. Deep down, he was told he should run away, but he suppressed those urges. It was too late for the human now, there was no point for him to run.



He's behind you. Can't you sense it? A voice told Kat again, a voice that, while it sounded human to her, didn't feel quite human. She let go of the golden jaguar with a grimace, and turned around to see the jaguar again. She froze up as she stared at the black furred creature. She stared at the feline eyes, and she saw the feline eyes stare back. She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide besides the pedestal that wasn't nearly as tall as she was. It was just her and the jaguar.



The jaguar stared at Kat momentarily. He felt more at ease with her, but at the same time, guilt ridden. The jaguar silently turned away from Kat, and raised that fluffy tail of his. He began to walk away, but paused momentarily to look back at her.



Kat continued to look at the jaguar. There were no words exchanged between them, but she just almost instinctively knew what to do. She walked behind the jaguar. She felt her body shiver as black fur began to sprout on her back, and slowly spread as if it were rapidly growing moss. He knows what to do. Follow him. A voice spoke in her mind. Kat wasn't sure what this voice was, but it spoke louder than it did before.



The jaguar turned back away, and walked at a slow pace along the path. He suddenly turned into the jungle, and raised his head in the air. In truth, he wasn't sure what to do, living out in the wilderness was new to at least half of him, yet he led Kat along a specific path. His black nose and whiskers twitched as he followed a scent, a scent he made to mark his territory with. The human part of him hated such things, but the jaguar part of him knew that was what he had to do in order to find his way back 'home.'



Kat followed the jaguar curiously. As she walked along, her nose picked up an unpleasant scent, but at the same time, a scent that was more welcome compared to that of others. She was unaware that her own nose turned as black as the jaguar. She was confused as to what the jaguar was truly thinking of. She hadn't met such a feline that behaved in a way this one did. At the same time, something deep down in her mind told her something, something that made her heart pound nervously if that voice was true.

"You...used to be human, didn't you?" she suddenly asked.



The jaguar turned around and gave her a silent stare. His fluffy tail slowly swayed from left to right as his yellow eyes stared at her briefly. While nothing came from his maw, his very expression said it all. He turned back around, and continued walking.



The jaguar soon led Kat to a small clearing within hearing distance of a larger waterfall nearby. The clearing looked as if it had twigs haphazardly set up to arrange a circle well around fifty feet long, including the scent of the jaguar's scent, which was strongest around that circle.



Kat looked around the circle curiously. It was obvious that the jaguar was no ordinary jaguar. She didn't have much time to think about it though, as she felt suddenly very hot. She began to lightly pant from how hot she was feeling. At first, she thought she might have ran into a poisonous bush of some sort, but that wouldn't explain why she felt hot and itchy underneath her clothing. She checked her arms for any rashes, but she saw nothing aside from graying skin. "This..." she stared down at the graying skin. She lifted up her shirt, and she saw black fur on her stomach, fur that matched the jaguar's fur.



The jaguar stared at the human silently. He knew there was truly no point in trying to hide from the human now, and he felt even more at ease as well as Kat's very scent smelled faintly like that of a jaguar's own. It was weak, but it came from the very fur that sprouted on her chest. His fluffy tail shifted left and right on the ground as his ears flickered.



Kat felt her heart pound underneath her chest as the fur continued to grow. She looked back at the jaguar, and then with a small sigh, she took off her clothes. Her breast, while not vanishing, was shrinking down underneath the growing fur. She felt additional nipples grow underneath the fur as well, only slightly visible underneath the black fur she had on her body. She looked back at the jaguar, just as Kat was shirtless, and then without her shorts, or underwear. "Are you doing this to me?"



The jaguar continued to just stare at Kat. The only movement he made was the breathing in his lungs. He breathed in, he breathed out. All while he continued to just simply watch her. He broke the stare with a slow blink, but he continued to speak absolutely nothing.



Kat looked back at the jaguar. She heard light crunches inside of her, some of which made her body ache until she kneeled down onto her hands and feet. "You...didn't? But then how?" she asked, even though the jaguar never spoke a word, the two seemingly conversed just by looking at each other.



The jaguar gave it some thought briefly. He sat on his haunches as he took a pose similar to that of the statue that Kat had tried to pick up earlier, and then he continued to watch her.



Kat had so many questions, but she could tell in the jaguar's eyes just how little he knew. He used to be human, all he could say was that she was becoming a jaguar thanks to the statue, and she could tell. She continued to hear her bones adjust, and then she felt a crunch in her mouth. She opened her maw, and watched her human teeth fall out. Her eyes went wide as she saw her dull slightly yellowed teeth fall. The same was happening to her fingernails and toenails too. She felt a sense of panic in her, yet alien thoughts kept her calm. This is how people truly transform. Besides, he likes it. Look, he's totally into you! Kat turned away from the jaguar with a sudden grimace. "You couldn't stop me before I touched the statue? Why?!"



The jaguar stood up, and slowly walked over to Kat. As he did, he seemed hesitant to want to approach her, although his nose twitched, and a scent she was emitting made it easier for him. He walked right in front of her, and rubbed his head up against her furry chest.



Kat still felt nervous around the jaguar, even as the fur on her skin continued to erupt and cover her entirely. She felt that second voice inside of her tell her to remain calm though, the jaguar would never hurt her intentionally. She watched him brush up against her, and while that didn't answer her question, the new voice in her mind answered it for her, albeit indirectly. He didn't stop her because he was jaguar in more than just body. He was human enough to know how to handle many situations, but also jaguar enough to know that humans are frightening, and she could feel the same sensations inside of her. The same feelings he developed, she was also getting. She opened her mouth to speak, but a garbled "Grraow" simply came out of her maw.



The jaguar turned away from her with his head low. His tail swayed from side to side, gently tilted downwards to hide his sex, but not his scent. The jaguar then walked over to the water nearby, kneeled down, and began to drink from it.



Kat was still uncertain how the jaguar behaved, but the more she watched her, the more she slowly understood. She walked over near the jaguar, so close that his black fur brushed up against her own black fur. She stuck out her tongue, the same tongue that was changing into that of a large jaguar's, and she drank.



The jaguar drank a bit of the water before he looked over at her. While his jaguar mouth couldn't quite make the proper emotions, his eyes told Kat everything she needed to know.



Kat winced as whiskers began to develop. It made her face feel a bit itchy, but she had no claws to relieve herself with, just a hand with fingers stick together, but no nails with which to scratch. She looked over at the jaguar, just as her muzzle pushed out, and she understood more. She understood the jaguar was hungry, hunting was hard out in the wild. Sure, jaguars were powerful, but when she wasn't used to hunting in the wild, it made it more difficult. She could tell from the jaguar's eyes that he was inexperienced, and yet, part of him instinctively would also know what to do.



As the bones in Kat's body cracked loudly, yet not painfully, and readjusted her shape to the life of a quadruped, she looked silently at the jaguar. Her ears twitched rapidly as they shifted up to her head, and she shifted occasionally as her muscles shifted and changed inside of her, as well as her very organs in manners so complex, she would have never understood how it was all truly happening.



The jaguar looked back at Kat silently. With a deep huff, he turned, and began to walk once again, although he turned to her at one point, as if to see if she were following.



Kat understood his message. With a nod from her rapidly changing body, she followed the jaguar. Her heart throbbed heavily as the hair on her head shed onto the jungle ground beneath her, yet a new part of her told her that she was a jaguar. She did not have a need for such human things, and there was no way to properly transform the body to allow the hair to ever stay on her head. Her newly grown tail shifted and twitched at the tip with a nervous sensation as she continued to reshape into a fully grown jaguar. She did not look back at her body, but she was too afraid to look at herself. She knew what she had become, but she was still not used to the form regardless.



The jaguar led her to an area where the sound of chainsaws were high, and the smell of gasoline was strong. She was leading her to an area with humans, humans cutting down the forest, although the jaguar suddenly paused at the sight of a fallen tree. He stared ahead with his fluffy tail twitching.



Kat could feel her heart pound harder. Her mind, a new part of her mind that developed with her jaguar transformation, told her to run. She felt a connection with the jaguar in front of her, one that told her why the jaguar was nervous around people, why it was so hard to find humans after transformation, and how hard it was to live as a changed jaguar in the wild. It was seemingly impossible to live as a transformed animal in the wild, and she didn't know how this jaguar did it.

Kat, now a fully black jaguar with a tail not quite as fluffy as the first, walked beside him, and rubbed her head on his side as she understood his dilemma. He was no longer alone, and she was going to help him through the undeniably rough times they were going to face, either in the jungle, or trying to communicate with the humans cutting down the trees.



Story 2: The Doctor's Cure.



Anna picked up what appeared to be a shrunken head. She was inside a home of a witch doctor. This witch doctor lived in a remote location in the jungle. He had shrunken heads, various small trinkets, and oddly good smelling fruit placed on a table, fruit that Anna didn't see anywhere around the jungle. Anna's long red hair flowed behind her slim body as she stuffed the head into her bag. She wasn't sure if the head was real or not, but she knew it would likely fetch a few dollars at the markets back at home.



"Unga. Unna eh." A voice spoke from behind Anna, a male voice. The witch doctor, having left his place to find herbs, had returned to find someone picking at his stuff. The doctor was almost completely nude, with only a single cloth to cover the front of his genitals, but not his back. He also wore a mask made from a coconut. The mask had 'spiked teeth' carved in it, as well as two giant eyes with what looked like white paint painted around the holes.



Anna froze as she stared at the witch doctor. The doctor appeared to have no weapons, simply a sack with what appeared to be various plants inside of it. "I uh...I was just leaving." Anna said with a nervous laugh. She never did understand the language of the natives, and she didn't want to stick around long enough to, either.



The witch doctor quickly cocked his head to the side as he looked at her. "Appapa! Appapa!" he pointed, not to her, but to her own backpack behind her, one stuffed full, one that had the hair from a shrunken head sticking right out of the top.



Anna didn't need to understand him to know what he was yelling about. "That's just a Barbie doll!" Anna yelled a bold faced lie as she rushed out from the witch doctor's hut. She didn't push the man, although she knew she could have easily overpowered his frail form. She wasn't going to get captured, or possibly even worse, from this witch doctor. She rushed out as fast as her slim hairless legs could take her.



The witch doctor let out loud yells in his language as Anna rushed off. The witchdoctor grimaced heavily underneath his coconut mask. He grabbed a red hair from the woman's head that fell while she ran, and went back into his hut



Anna panted heavily as she ran. She wasn't sure if the witch doctor was chasing her, but she didn't want to look back and find out. She raced hard, and heavy. Her heart pounded, sweat raced down her pale skin, she ran until she couldn't run any more, then, she paused to catch her breath. Her hands went to her knees, and she panted hard, all while she tried to listen for anything chasing her. The only sound she picked up was the sound of the wind whistling gently around her. A breeze that felt unnaturally cold against her soft skin. "Hah...hah...think...I got away...stupid doctor can't run he's so frail." She said with a heavy pant.



Despite being out in a jungle, the breeze that blew from the direction Anna ran from was as cold as winter, yet Anna still felt hot enough to sweat underneath that freezing chill. She couldn't explain it, but she just dismissed the breeze. Weather often did crazy things, and since nothing else seemed different around her, she just passed it off as a onetime thing. Once Anna caught her breath, she took a seat on the jungle floor, and opened up her backpack to see her haul.



Anna's backpack was filled with, not just shrunken heads, but small hardened clay idols decorated with different paintings, and small jars filled with questionable fluids. Anna wasn't dumb enough to drink said fluids, even if one of the green jars had a very fruity smell to it. She wasn't sure how much the things she grabbed would be worth in nearby villages, but she knew back home that such things would be worth a fortune. She grabbed one of the idols, and looked at it curiously. It looked like a familiar animal, but she couldn't pinpoint which animal it was.



Anna scratched her head in confusion as she stared at the animal. It wasn't a confusing animal. It was one she knew lived in the jungle. It had four legs, and it was of the...Anna paused again. She knew it was part of a family in the jungle, but she couldn't remember what. "Ugh. Why can't me remember?!" she froze at her words. She was far more coherent than that. Before she could think about it too long, she began to feel itchy underneath her clothes. She itched rapidly, unaware that small black hairs were growing in many places on her body, her back, her legs, her crotch, even her own asshole grew a few hairs.



Anna tore off her itchy shirt, and stared at the hairs that grew all around her body. It wasn't enough hair to be considered fur, and she wasn't quite changing much at all in body shape, although she was becoming a bit more muscular. "What happening?!" she said aloud with a scream. She was changing. She hadn't even drank any of the vials that she took. In fact, the only way she could be changed was from...she turned back in the direction she ran away from before. "Witch doctore." She concluded, although she spoke about the witch doctor in a sloppily manner. She packed up the trinkets she had collected from the witch doctor back in her backpack. Before she got up though, her pants felt as itchy as her top did. With a grunt, she took off her pants to reveal hairy, muscular legs, even her toes had hair on them. Had a person only glanced at her legs and ass, one would assume they belonged on a tan male. Even her crotch was incredibly hairy, so much so that one couldn't see her cunt with all of the dark red pubic hair that surrounded her crotch.



Anna didn't think too much about her nudity, nor did she think about why she didn't think about her lack of clothes that much. She put her knuckles on the ground, her suddenly strong arms suddenly long enough to reach down there with only a little bit of a bend, then she rushed back in the direction she came from. She wasn't the type to apologize, but maybe she could at least return the trinkets and be turned back to normal. She let out a small "Hoo, who," as she kept on running. Her shoes started to feel incredibly uncomfortable, so she simply took them off while she was in the middle of running.



Anna began to sweat while she ran. She wasn't sure how far she ran to get away from the witch doctor's hut, so she also wasn't entirely sure how far she had to run to get back. As she ran like a gorilla would run, her eyebrows grew fuzzier into a single unibrow. The top of her head shrank, while her eyebrows jutted outwards by a few inches. She could also detect a smell, a foul smell of raw onions emitting from her own body. She just dismissed it, and just kept running. She had to be close to the witch doctor's hut by now.



Anna slowed her pace as she reached, not a witch doctor hut, but a cave. Anna's hunched over muscular arms shifted in the direction of the cave. She didn't remember passing by a cave as she fled the witch doctor's hut. In fact, she never remembered that stone gray cave at all. She scratched her head with a single large finger in confusion. She thought for a moment that perhaps she was lost. She looked around for any familiar sights, but all she found were trees, trees, and more trees. She knew to make marks on trees to signal that she had been to that tree earlier, yet she found no marks on any of those trees. 



She reached into her backpack and pulled out a compass. She was intelligent enough to bring the basic survivor tools with her, yet as she looked down at the compass, she stared at it in confusion. The arrow pointed...somewhere, yet she couldn't read the direction it pointed in. With a confused hoot, she spun around the compass, and then spun around herself. She knew how this compass worked not minutes ago...why couldn't she figure it out now? With a frustrated, inhuman grunt, she threw the compass away in anger. She pulled out her other tools, one by one. A pocket knife, bottled water, spare food, and a cell phone. She fiddled with the pocket knife with her large, very manly hairy hands, but she poked herself, and with another bit of rage, she threw the pocket knife after experiencing that bit of pain.



Anna wasn't sure what had happened. Her mind was as fuzzy as her body was now hairy. She looked like a Neanderthal, and she very much behaved like one too. With a frustrated grunt, she went into the jungle to find that witch doctor's hut, unaware that she would never be able to find it. She would be living in the jungle for the rest of her days as a human, but a heavily devolved one, a hairy, muscular human. One that casually scratched her hairy ass with a grunt.

