All was quiet in the jungle. The moon was high in the sky and gentle breeze brought a gentle rustle to the leaves decorating the tall trees. Combined, they were all that was needed for a comfortable night of sleep. And that’s exactly what happened. Most of the jungle’s inhabitants were fast asleep; tossing, turning, and snoring in their slumber. But not everyone was able to get a peaceful sleep. Lying in the soft grass was a certain man-cub that was wide awake. The reason why? It was something that Mowgli himself didn’t fully understand. Between his legs, poking against his loincloth was a raging hard erection. This wasn’t the first one the boy had but it was the hardest his member had ever been. 

Of course, wanting to know why this was happening to him, the first thing Mowgli did was reach between his legs and touch his hardened length. Doing so sent a tremble up his body. It felt good. He continued to tease at himself, rubbing over his loincloth. He had no idea what he was actually doing but there was something instinctual about the action, as if his body knew what it was doing before his mind did. Mowgli squirmed under his own touch, noticing that his loincloth was becoming wet. The man-cub’s eyes widened, thinking that perhaps he has peed himself and not realized it. But even through his slight panic Mowgli’s hand continued to stroke and tease at himself. The pleasure running through his body started to build, feeling more intense with each rub of his hand. Completely by instinct, Mowgli rubbed himself faster, starting to sweat from the sensation. He squirmed and whimpered until he arched his back. A sharp bolt of pleasure overtook him, making him moan out into the night sky. Mowgli clenched his teeth as his member spasmed and gushed something warm and sticky against his loincloth. For a while the boy laid there panting and sweating. But after some time his senses came back to him and Mowgli looked down at his wet garment. Now he was sure that he peed on himself. Feeling embarrassed, Mowgli peeled the thin clothing off and got up. 

It was about the same time that Bagheera came bounding in. Just like Mowgli, the panther was having a bit of trouble sleeping. But in his case, Bagheera was doing his job of keeping any eye for any dangers that could befall the man cub. He was far enough to give Mowgli privacy but close enough to be there at the first sign of trouble. He was lying comfortably on a low branch when he heard the man-cub cry out. As soon as he was close to Mowgli, Bagheera’s nostrils flared, picking up the scent of another male. But looking around all the black found was the man-cub with a lack of clothing. Sure, out of the ordinary but he had seen Mowgli’s with his loincloth many times when he was bathing in springs. But that wasn’t what concerned him. The scent of a male was strong in the air and very close. With his hackles rising Bagheer instinctively sought out the source of the smell. His nose brought him close to the loincloth and with a deep sniff his nose was indeed filled with the smell. 

“Hey!” Mowgli yelped, snatching his loincloth closer to him, feeling another wave of embarrassment. “What are you doing, Bagheera?”

“There’s another male here. I can smell it on you…” Bagheera growled defensively, pacing back and forth. He kept his eyes peeled, now sure that someone attempted to get to Mowgli but they were scared away by his cry for help. 

“Bagheera…” Mowgli whimpered. “There’s no one else here. It.. It was me.”

The black cat’s ears perked and he titled his head in confusion. What could Mowgli be talking about? His question was quickly answered once the man-cub shoved the article of clothing forward. Bagheera shoved his face into it and paused. He slowly withdrew his face, feeling something sticky cling to his nose. On instinct he licked the substance and blushed upon tasting the familiar flavor and texture on his  tongue. He looked from the loincloth to the blushing face of Mowgli and put it all together. 

“W-well…” Bagheera coughed, a blush spreading on his own muzzle. “I guess you are of that age…”

Another look of confusion was heavy on Mowgli’s face. “What does that mean? Bagheera do you know what’s going on? I thought this was pee but it isn't… Is it?”

“N-no. It isn’t… I suppose it’s time I tell you about the Bird and the Bees…” Bagheera sighed. He always knew a day like this would come. He was sure he would be ready for such a talk but now that it was thrust upon him the panther felt completely unprepared. “Well… Y-you see Mowgli. When a male and female love each other… or at least really like each other. They decide to get together. A-and when they get together… They do something really special- I mean they get really close!”

While Bagheera was fumbling over his words Mowgli was just trying to grasp what the panther was saying or rather what he was trying to say. But he wasn’t following any of it. But the panther didn’t seem to notice, he continued trying to explain…

“And when they got close they put their parts together… And when they put their parts together they both start to feel really good… The female is really wet and soft inside while the male gets...hard. He puts it inside and uh… Moves inside. And they do that until a really good feeling comes and a special ‘stuff’ comes out…”

At this point everything that came from Bagheera’s mouth went completely over the boy’s head. But he didn’t say anything. Instead Mowgli couldn’t help but look down and when he did his eyes widened. Even though his description was lackluster, as Bagheera explained what sex was he couldn’t help but think back to his many sexual encounters. He didn’t realize it was first but was starting to grow between his own legs. The pink tapered length slid from the sheath, pointing upwards. In an instant Mowgli dived underneath the talking panther and took hold of the twitching member. 

“This!” Mowgli cried out. “This is what happened to me!”

Bagheera grunted and stifled a moan as his length was fondled by the soft fingers. “M-Mowgli! Y-you really shouldn’t touch it. I’m trying to explain what it means.”

Mowgli let out of the pink sheath and looked at Bagheera with a face contorted in frustration. “Well, what does it mean?! I couldn’t understand anything you were talking about…”

Bagheera took the man-cub’s words into account and thought for a moment. He sighed and gave Mowgli a smile. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Mowgli. Clearly, it would be better if I showed you what it means when your penis gets hard…”

“Uh, ok…” Mowgli nodded. 

Bagheera got up and padded closer to the man-cub, his pink inches and furry balls swaying back and forth as he did so. “Now, listen to me carefully so no one gets hurt, okay?” Mowgli nodded. “Alright. Now I want you to get on your hands and knees, like you’re crawling.”

Mowgli did as he was told, taking Bagheera’s advice, he pretended he was crawling. He looked back at the panther with his behind hiked in the air. “Like this?”

“Y-yeah… T-that’s good,” Bagheera gulped, eyeing the man-cub’s twitching hole. He wondered if he could really go through with it but he convinced himself that he was doing this purely out of education. 

Stepping over Mowgli, the panther slipped his body on top of the other male’s, mounting him. “A-alright now I’m going to penetrate you. You might feel a bit of pain but it will feel really good once I’m deep inside…” Mowgli wasn’t entirely sure what the panther was talking about but he soon got the answer to his wondering. Against his butt he could feel something warm and firm poking him against his cheeks. Bagheera steadied himself and finally made his mark, poking his tip against the soft entrance. 

A loud moan came from Mowgli as Bagheera inserted himself, his large length stretching him for the first time. Balling his fists, Mowgli took deep breaths against the pressing building up inside of him. A grunt came from Bagheera as well. His member was surrounded by tight, warm walls. It had been a while since he got to mate and his instincts were eager to rut into their new mate hard and deep but Bagheera held back for the sake of the moaning man-cub. He continued to push until he was fully inserted into the boy. 

“You alright down there?” Bagheera dared to ask. 

Mowgli took a deep breath and moaned again at the feeling of fullness deep within him. “Y-yeah… I’m okay. Is that what you use it for?”

“N-not exactly… W-we’re just getting started…” Bagheera chuckled. “This is what’s called sex. You your penis gets hard and you put it inside who you want to have sex with and…” The panther paused to draw his hips back and pump them forward. “Y-you keep doing this until you feel really good and you cum. Cum is that sticky stuff that came from you. It’s how babies are made…”

Now Mowgli was even more confused but he hardly had any time to think about it as Bagheera drew his hips back and slammed them against the boy’s behind. The panther gave a dull purr as he humped into his new mate. Mowgli’s body was rocked back and forth. His anal muscles clenched around the hard length filling him. Tingles and shocks on pleasure racked his body, making his own length harden between his legs. Soft wet sounds were heard as Begheera humped even faster, driving him tip inside of the boy. 

“I’m gonna let you feel what it’s like to be cummed inside of. You ready, Mowgli? I’m gonna cum!” Bagheera huffed, thrusting his hips back and forth, in and out as fast as he could. Mowgli’s head started to swim from the pleasure. Low moans came from him as he rocked back and forth against the grass. Finally, the panther shoved his entire length inside of the man-cub and came hard. Spurts of warm seed filled his insides, spreading warmth through his whole body. Mowgli couldn’t help but smile at the warm, wet feeling. It was rather comfortable and gave some ease to his worn out walls. Grunting and purring, Bagheera slowly pulled himself free, spilling his seed on the grass below. 

“That felt good… Didn’t it..?” Bagheera panted. He smiled and rolled on his own back and spread his legs. “A-alright. Now I want you to do me.” Mowgli slowly got up and looked at the panther with excitement. His own length was dripping at the tip and there was some innate instinct telling him to mouth the panther and the exact thing that was done to him. The man-cub crawled towards the panther until they were close together. 

Mowgli laid on top of Bagheera, pressing their chests together. The panther smiled and wrapped his paw around the man-cub’s back, holding him in place. “Great, now aim it against my tailhole...Yeah, that’s it… N-now push it in…” Mowgli did as he inserted and aimed himself against the panther’s wanting entrance. He pushed his hips and gave a breathy moan, feeling warmth engulf his length. His instincts took over as he pushed the rest of himself into the big cat, making him pure in bliss. Before Mowgli realized what he was doing, the man-cub was already pounding into his friend and guardian, making small slaps as their loins connected. Bagheera pulled Mowgli closer, trying to fit as much of the smooth length inside of him as he could. 

“B-Bagheera… You’re so warm and…” Mowgli grit his teeth as he shoved his entire length deep inside the cat. Doing so gets a hiss out of the cat. For a second the man-cub thought he hurt his friend but upon looking at the panther, there was a wide smile on his muzzle. Mowgli took that as a good sign and continued to pound into his friend. 

“Uh… Bagheera! T-that feeling is coming back again… W-what do I do?” Mowgli panted, feeling the sharp wave of his orgasm approaching. 

“Keep going, Mowgli. Trust me… You’re about to cum like I did…” Bagheera explained, keeping Mogli held tight. “Just keeping going…”

The man-cub grunted and continued to pound into the feline, pre dripped from his length, slicking up the tight walls. Bagheera panted against the sensation. Mowgli humped into him faster and harder, plunging deep inside of the panther. He continued to do this, making loud slaps and pops ring out. Finally, Mowgli slammed his hips down and gave another pitched moan as he came. Bagheera grit his fangs as he felt the pressure of seed being unloaded deep in his rectum. “There we go…” Mowgli grunted and whimpered as he came, overloaded by his pleasure. His noises died down as his member stopped pulsing. A look of bliss was on the boy’s face as Bagheera held him close. 

Unbeknownst to the man-cub and the panther there was a witness to their ‘lesson.’ Deep within the bushes was the sloth bear, Baloo. He was hidden behind the foliage but had a clear view of everything that was happening. In his paw was his own length. The ursine mumbled and moaned as he stroked his soft paw against his length. Up and down, over and over. He covered his mouth with his other paw as he came, spurting ropes of seed against the dark green leaves… He smiled in relief and figured that he should spend his night closer to Mowgli and Bagheera in case something like this happened again.