Under the shade of the tropical trees of the Hixulan Jungle wandered a solitary woman. This woman was named Ragna of Jmeer. Said to be the daughter of a frost giant, she stood taller than most women, and many men. She sported a thick, muscular frame that retained some feminine softness, primarily in the chest and buttocks. Her most striking feature was her hair, which was a beautiful mix of golden-blonde and winter-white.  Being from the far north, she was not accustomed to the molten heat of the jungle. She wore not but a loincloth to cover her sex, yet sweat still beat off her like a bountiful rain. "Great Sól, why must you burn so bright?" thought Ragna, as she observed her skin turning from a usual pale to a light bronze. 
	
	The sun alone was a reason to disdain the land she had found herself in. Ragna  wanted nothing more than to return to a much more temperate place, where breathing the air wasn't a struggle for  the lungs, yet she pressed on. Many years ago she had vowed to explore the great earth until she reached its limits, or the gods saw it fit for her to perish. But she had survived worse than this lands sun, and she knew the gods had a greater destiny for her.
	
	As Ragna  trekked through the brush, she had a suspicion that something was in pursuit of her. She heard leaves shaking from sudden movement, and shadows blurring the ground briefly, before disappearing. Cautiously, she placed her hand on the hilt of her blade, in case the need to use it came. 
	
	Ragna  continued along the cleared jungle path, and began to notice little, carved shards of stones pearing out from the earth. "Ruins? A temple I may pilfer? Excellent." she thought, and began envisioning a grand temple, full of ancient jewelry and idols to be taken by her! The stones got bigger and more intricate as she got closer, reliefs of jungle cats covering their surfaces. In the distance she could see a small ziggurat of pure obsidian rising from the earth, with a sculpture of a jungle cat atop it. Ragna  began to walk towards the open entrance to the ziggurat, when a voice in the southern-tongue cried out: "You will step no further, outlander."
	
	Ragna drew her sword, and turned right to meet the voice which had called her out. To her surprise, she was outnumbered. Six women faced her, armed with obsidian tipped spears, wearing tight, cotton armor which covered their entire bodies, fitting closely to their voluptuous figures. A few were of bronze skin, like the tribes of the southeast, while others sported black skin, like the tribes of the farther south. Regardless, they were all beautiful, and their presence, though a threat to Ragna, made her feel warm at her base. But they were not normal women, as Ragna quickly noticed catlike tails moving and shaking above their backsides, and pairs of cats ears twitching atop their heads.
	
	Ragna held her sword out in front of her. "Who are you?" asked a Cat-Warrioress. 
	
	"I am Ragna, daughter of Jmeer, chosen of Freia, killer of the Sorceror-Lord Qhondir, slayer of the dragon Attizar, and mistress for Queen Joliina of Kailon." she answered in her best Southerner. 
	
	The swarthy women scoffed. "Long titles mean little where we stand. Why have you come to the temple of Ixal Shutai? Why do you trespass on our hallowed grounds?"
	
	Ragna raised her blade higher, feeling as though she may need to swing soon. "I was lead to believe nobody lived in this jungle. I have come to seek riches and treasure, and bring glory for myself, and for my goddess."
	
	"Riches?" inquired a black-skinned warrioress. "We will not let you steel from us, but we would reward you generously if you were to help us with a great problem." She was about to explain, when the swarthy warrioress interrupted.
	
	"Ijah!" She hissed, in what almost sounded like a cats voice. "You seriously don't think this outlander could possibly help us with that?" she berated her comrade.
	
	"Yalli, think about it!" said the black skinned warrioress. "Look at her size, look at her scars! She's experienced in fighting, aren't you, girl?"
	
	"Very." said Ragna girlishly.
	
	"She could easily take them on. Plus, they aren't accustom to her scent, so they won't see her coming!"
	
	Ragna was confused. "Who are they? Why won't they smell me? What is going on?" She asked, but they ignored her, and kept bickering.
	
	"But if she fails, that might set her off, and before we know it, we're slaves, or worse!" complained Yalli, but Ijah was not swayed.
	
	"How about this: we take her to Riwalla, and she decides if we let her or not. She should be the one deciding this after all, she is the high priestess."
	
	The catwomen surrounded Ragna, and confiscated her blade, and then began to escort her into their temple. Ragna's mind was full of questions still unanswered, and her captors refused to answer them. "Riwalla will answer them all." they would say.
	
	They lead her down a tight, torchlit stairway. Ragna could feel her body bumping up against her captors soft armor, making her feel even more heated. When they finally arrived at the end of the stairway, Ragna could not believe her eyes: dozens of these catwomen, all beautiful, were living down in a luxurious, massive, subterranean manor! As though it were with some sort of magic, there were trees and plants growing beneath the ziggurat ceiling. Girls rested beneath these trees, eating, drinking, sleeping, and making love even! Pools of water dotted the area as well, with girls performing similar activities. It was a paradise under the earth, a place of comfort and beauty which opened all manner of desire for Ragna. She took in this beautiful place as she was lead even further.
	
	They stepped through a small archway, and arrived in a room even greener than the other parts of the pasture. In front of them, on a bed of bushes and cloth lay a woman, a beautiful woman. More beautiful than any Ragna had seen today so far. Her skin was nearly as black as the obsidian walls around them, with lips thick and luscious like a passion fruit. She sported short hair, with two cat-ears poking from the top. She was very shapely, with the perfect amount of fat covering her like a blanket. She lay on her stomach, causing the sides of her heavy bust to spill out of the sides, and her bulging posterior to point in the air, her long tail protruding from the top of it. Her long legs hung over with edge, and her two, petite and soft feet dangled at the end.

	"And who is this?" she asked in a seductive tone. She immediately shot Ragna a glance of lust, which almost possessed her. Her mind was taken over by lewd thoughts, her desire to feel every inch of this beautiful woman's body on hers.
	"An outsider." Said Yalli. "Said her name is Ragna, says she's done all sorts of legendary feats. Ijah thinks she may be able to help us with our problem."

	"Ah, indeed she may." said the beautiful woman. "Let me introduce myself..." she got up from the leafy bed and began walked towards Ragna, her soft body shaking with every step she took. "I am Riwalla, high priestess of Ixal Shutai, the Jaguar godess." she leaned up on her toes and gave Ragna a very, very wet kiss. It went on for what seemed like a minute, until she pulled away, a single strand of spit following her, until it dispersed.
	
	"Tell me..." Riwalla walked back to her bed, her butt towards Ragna. "...what feats of combat and strength have you acheieved?" she asked, as she sat herself back down.
	
	"Well, I bested every warrior back in my home Village at the age of 14. I have served as a hired blade in over 7 battles. I have fought in the arena's of Orpitus, and never lost a single fight. I have slayed the sorcerers Qhondir, Iorlan, and Nazeera. I killed the minotaur of Ghendus, tamed the serpent of Hajall, and slayed the dragon Attizar on my own. I have killed more men than I can dare to count, and if you do not believe me, look at my scars!" Ragna spread her arms and presented her body to the priestess.
	
	"Oh, I do believe you, dear Ragna." said Riwalla, who began stroking her sex at the sight of Riwalla. "And I do believe you can be of service to us."
	
	"Ixal Shutai is the jaguar goddess to the people of the south. She guards over nature, the animals, and us women. Many a time ago, she established our order, and left us behind an artifact to better help us commune with nature: the Jaguars eye." She stopped momentarily to let out a moan. "It is a gem, which will turn initiate girls into the form which you see now." Her breath began to shorten, and moans came out between words. "But it was... was stolen, by an insidious race: a group of snakemen, under the leadership of Queen...Queen Ta-Li. She lusts after us... wants to m...make us her slaves. She will corrupt the gem, and turn us into her thralls! She. Must. Be. Stopped. But, none of our warrioresses has the skill to...." she climaxed at those words, her fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of herself, juices spilling on the ground below. "...defeat her. Which is why, you are our best hope."

	"I would love to help you, but I must say, I do not work for free." said Ragna, very much aroused by the priestesses display.

	"We have quite the collection of treasure, and weapons! We will give you the pick of as much as you want if you succeed."
	
	Ragna grinned. "Oh, I am not much interested in treasure right now."

	"Ah!" exclaimed Riwalla. "It is carnal pleasure you seek then? I can provide you with one of most skilled girls to please you..." Ragna cut her off.
	
	"Here's my dear: a night with you, Yalli, and Ijah. Plenty of fruit and drink, the softest bed you have, and a warm pool. For that night you are my slaves, and I am your mistress. And it happens tonight."
	
	Looks of dispair crossed Yalli and Ijah's faces. Riwalla thought for a long moment. "How do we know you won't just abandon us after tonight?" inquired Riwalla.

	"On my bond to the great goddess Freia, I vow I will complete my agreement to you, provided you do so for me, or may I be struck down at sea." Nobly said Ragna.

	"Very well." Said the priestess. "Tonight we shall see how an outlander makes love."