Rakshasa (Closed for RedDeeDee)

[Asobininryochan]

“I am here in the jungle…” the camera moves wildly as he tries to cut his way through the mangrove forest of the Sundarbans, “looking for the elusive Rakshasa…” A rustle from a nearby tree startles the man with the camera and he quickly turns the lens from him to the source of the noise. “I think I heard something…” he explains while moving closer to the direction of the moving branches.

“As I reported earlier,” once more the man behind the Ultra HD camera has trouble pulling his boot out of the mud, “the villagers speak of tigress that walks upright.” He barely saves his camera from falling into the water when he stumbles on a root, “Against their advice I decided on my own and investigate…” Suddenly, the flies from his hands and the monitor displays him rolling on the ground – struggling with a woman with a tail and the striped-fur of a Bengal tigress!

 

[RedDeeDee]

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To say that Altaza was in a foul mood would have been a significant understatement. She had a specific purpose for being here, and from the get go everything had gone against her. Her clothes, her equipment...everything had been lost. The end result was that Altaza found herself running nude through the jungles of this place.

So Altaza allowed herself to be spotted twice, but otherwise used her training to easily stay out of sight. The legend of her people was enough to keep the locals out of the area. Or at least long enough for Altaza to get herself resupplied. She knew that any stories concerning sightings of herself wouldn't be taken seriously by anyone with real authority. So for now, she stayed hidden and used her training to stay well fed, and kept her eyes open for what she was really here for.

And then an idiot appeared.

She knew he, the idiot, didn't belong here because of his fair skin and the bumbling way he was making his way through the jungle. And then there was the primitive recording device he had in his hand. The fact that that the fair skinned male was paying more attention to the camera then to his surroundings was also proof that he didn't belong here. Plus, there was the language the fair skinned man was speaking into the recording device. Truth be told, without her translator, Altaza couldn't understand any of the local languages, but the fair skinned man spoke a language not native to this region, and with a different accent no less.

Altaza was about to leave the fair skinned man to his own ramblings when she heard something crashing through the underbrush. Cursing, she was tempted to let this fair skinned human stumble to his own demise, but she decide she just couldn't do that. Knowing she was going to regret this, Altaza leaped from her perch and tackled the man.

The man tried to put up a fight which frustrated Altaza further. She was able to immobilize him fairly quickly, though. Laying on top of the pale skinned man, Altaza hissed into his ear, "Besal!"

Altaza kept still as something large crashed through the nearby undergrowth. When whatever was making the noise disappeared into the distance, Altaza quickly got to her feet. Shaking her head at the human she had just saved, she walked over to his recording device, picked it up, examined it momentarily, then crushed it in her grip. Turning back to the human, she pointed in the direction he had come and said, "Ilanta getneen sinome."

 

[Asobininryochan]

Meanwhile, the GoPro on the top of his helmet survived the encounter with the Rakshasa and recorded the tigress as she mounted the hapless host. Her words – quite alien to the man lying on his back – panicked him as he said: “Don’t eat me!”

From another angle, the other camera on its side captured excellent documentation of the cryptid. A feline humanoid with stripped fur – she walked up to the camera as the lens focused on her clawed feet. Various parts of her anatomy came into view (especially her well-shaped bosom) until her face stared directly into the recorder. However, the footage of the blonde tigress lasted only for a brief moment as she crushed the housing and ripped through the electronics.

Only the GoPro remained as he turned to looked at the Rakshasa. The camera afforded those watching this video at a later time a good view of her firm buttocks when he suddenly turned around to react to an actual Bengal tiger crashing through the mangrove. The dominant male of this forest apparently resented her presence as he roared at the Rakshasa and stared at her with menacing eyes….

 

[RedDeeDee]

Of course Altaza had heard the great beast approaching them. The fair skinned human in front of her seemed surprised at the tiger's appearance, but she could have detected its arrival in a monsoon. She shook her head sadly, wondering how anyone with at least some primitive technology could be so inept in the wilderness.

She stared at the male tiger, a sad smile on her face. When her people had first come to this place, there had been so many of them. All her people, despite their differing philosophies, had immediately fell in love with the animal. Their coloring, which so matched her own, their speed, their strength...everything about them made Altaza's people feel as if they were welcome in this world.

So of course the hairless humans had nearly drove the tiger to extinction.

Altaza stared into the tiger's eyes and gave it a mental 'push.'The male roared once more, then turned its head, looking into the distance. Without further ado, the tiger trotted away, never looking back.

Altaza turned her attention back to the human when she noticed something odd. The human's head seemed to be...flowing unnaturally. Jerking around. As if he were deliberately pointing his head in different directions, rather than actually looking in those directions. With a curse that came out as a growl, Altaza snatched the covering on the human's head, tearing it apart. She quickly found another primitive recording device, this one considerable smaller than the first. She dispatched the recording device by crushing it in her grip.

"Aminkala Kolasira tensina! Neen sinome sil!" Altaza shouted, pointing in the direction she knew the human had came from. She didn't have time for his ineptness. She had to go hunt what she had been sent here for in the first place. Barehanded and bare-assed, she ruefully added to herself.

The human looked on the verge of panic, and Altaza sighed. It was a good bet that the creature probably had no idea how to get back from where it had came. Sighing and thinking to herself that she really had no time for this, she asked in her softest voice, "Lysinta sutanal quel, umaly?"

 

[Asobininryochan]

“To those watching this broadcast,” in his hysteria, the man continued narrating the video data stored in the hard drive located in his backpack. “I can confirm to you,” he nervously continued, “that the Rakshasa has command over the tigers of the Sundarbans! Just like in the legends!”

He tried to retain his composure, but screamed hysterically when she neared with claws bared, “The Rakshasa is coming! She looks angry and ready to kill!”

Instead of ripping his throat, the humanoid tigress yanked his GoPro and obliterated another one of his cameras with her bare hands. While she spoke in her unfamiliar language, the frantic eyes of the host kept looking at her erect nipples. Certain that she planned on having him for dinner, he resolved to at least enjoy the beautiful sight of this beast-woman’s bosom… before the end….

 

[RedDeeDee]

"Lysinta sutanal quel, umaly?" Altaza asked the pale human male one more time, still not getting an answer. That's when she noticed that the human's eyes were riveted on her bare breasts and her nipples, hardened by exposure to the air.

A faint trace of red could be seen on Altaza's fuzzy cheeks, as she was tempted to use her arms and hands to cover her more 'strategic' areas. Too late for that now, she thought.

Once again, she was tempted to abandon the human to his own devices, which most likely would result in his premature death. Instead, she gently but deliberately reached out and took his chin in one of her hands, lifting his gaze until the two of them were staring eye to eye. She tapped the human in his chest with one of her fingers, then pointed behind him. She did this three times before she repeated her question, slowly and deliberately.

"Lysinta...sutanal...quel...umaly?"

 

[Asobininryochan]

Though her words meant little to him, the host finally understood that the cryptid meant no harm. “I don’t understand,” he replied while shaking his head in puzzlement. “Do you want me to go there?” he asked while pointing to the direction indicated by the tigress.

 

[RedDeeDee]

Altaza allowed herself a brief smile, carefully not baring her teeth. Such a gesture was considered a sign of hostility among her own people; surely it would be the same among these humans.

She nodded in agreement with the human's gestures that she wanted him to return the way he had come.

"Uma, autan alakwel imen letul," she said softly but emphatically, pointing at the way the human had come. Then she paused, tilting her head to one side. Her prey had circled around, and was now in the direction the human needed to return. It wasn't coming close to where they were standing, but she knew the human wouldn't be able to avoid it, or survive the encounter.

Of course, her prey wouldn't go near any human settlement, but she couldn't risk exposing herself by helping the human return to where he belonged.

Altaza stared at the human and muttered, "Ilna ienag etno amintella."

She needed to get the human out of harm's way so she could get about her business. Which meant taking him back to her camp. And she couldn't spend all doing it. With a growl of disgust, Altaza tossed the human over her shoulder as if he was a sack of potatoes and leaped up to the branches of a nearby tree. Acting as if the human didn't weight anything at all, she quickly began leaping from branch to branch, heading in the direction of her camp.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Without any warning from the tigress, the host found himself carried by the cryptid. The Rakshasa female transported him through the jungle with ease. Her clawed hands and feet aided in her travels as she jumped from one mangrove tree to the next. Meanwhile, the reporter - his penis stiffened by the breeze - sported an erection that pressed on the tigress’s shoulder.

“Where are you taking me?” he shouted as his flailing hands accidentally secured themselves onto the hard globes of her furry ass. He realized his mistake, but refused to let go, unable to deny himself this chance to feel a woman’s butt (even if that woman belonged to another species).

 

[KimaniNight]

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[RedDeeDee]

If Altaza felt either the pale human's hands on her backside or his erection pressing into her shoulder, she acted as if she didn't. Instead, her attention was strictly on her traveling and her surroundings.

And then she came to an abrupt halt. Without warning, she unceremoniously dumped the pale human on the ground.

The pair were in a clearing containing the ruins of an ancient city, its stone walls and structures falling into disrepair and covered by the encroaching jungle.

Altaza took stock of her surroundings, tapped her own chest, then tapped the pale human on his chest. "Khilamin," she commanded, as she began walking toward the city ruins.

 

[Asobininryochan]

The ruins fascinated the man sprawling on the ground. Hoping that she might leave his last camera alone, the host attached his newest purchase – a GoPro Omni onto his helmet. Whispering, so as to not attract her unwanted attention, he began narrating the virtual reality video of the abandoned city.

“Have we stumbled onto the ruins of their lost civilization?” he entertained this rhetorical question as he allowed the VR cameras to record the magnitude of the surrounding landscape. While he wanted time to take more footage, he prudently put away his sole surviving tool for capturing his unusual predicament.

Slowly, he started following her, though he found walking through the uneven terrain – of erstwhile smooth-paved streets now bursting with the roots enormous jungle trees – much harder than his companion. Now doubtful that he fully comprehended her command, he called out to her and asked: “Am I supposed to follow you?”

 

[RedDeeDee]

Altaza sighed as she peripherally watched the human produce yet another small recording device. Did he have an endless supply of them? And he might have thought he was being stealthy as he spoke quietly nonstop, but she could have heard him in a driving rainstorm.

The ruins she had brought him to were the remnants of a city established by the local humans centuries ago. If Altaza remembered her teachings correctly, the last ones to hold this city were pale humans who were either traders or pirates or possibly both. But Altaza wasn't a scholar, so she couldn't remember if her memory was correct or not.

The human seemed to be asking Altaza something, so she turned around, tapped herself on the chest, then tapped him, then pointed toward a certain section of a nearby wall. That should be obvious enough to him that she wanted him to follow.

When they got to a nondescript part of the wall, Altaza laid her hand on one of the stones. A section of the wall slid noiselessly open, revealing a dark, unlit tunnel. Or at least the tunnel appeared unlit. In reality, the wall was lined with passive infrared patches created by her people, making it easy for Altaza to see. She turned to the human, wordlessly studied him, and made a decision. Taking his hand, she placed it at the tip of her tail, putting the human's hand in a light grip around her tail's tip. She then led the human into the tunnel.

 

[Asobininryochan]

The passageway led into some kind of structure. While dark, the host felt the Manushya-Rakshasi’s reassuring presence when the tigress offered the human her tail. Then opening his rucksack, he absentmindedly fondled her tail; stroking the soft fur as he searched, found and put on his infrared goggles.

The tunnel grew bright as his eyes adjusted to the blinding sources of heat spaced at regular intervals. Trying not to alert the Rakshasi, he moved the microphone next to his lips and muttered, “Obviously, we are dealing with some advanced civilization, like Atlantis or Mu!”

 

[RedDeeDee]

Altaza almost jumped when the human started stroking the end of her tail. The action was a playful comforting gesture among her own people, something she herself might do to her siblings or to her cubs. If she ever got around to having children, that is.

Altaza couldn't help but wonder if all humans were so tactile. She really didn't know much about them, other than keeping clear of them while she performed her duties.

The tunnel went on for a little bit, before coming to a wide stone room, lit with unseen diffused light from above. The stone walls of the room were in good condition. The floor was covered with a soft, gray unknown material. There was another tunnel entrance on the other side of the room, but this one was well lit. One side of the room had a simple pallet set up, a gray mattress made up of the same material as the floor. There was also a bin of local fruits near the pallet, as well as clear glass jars of drinking water. The other side of the wall was covered with detailed maps of the surrounding area that looked as if they had been taken by satellites.

Altaza freed her tail from the human's grasp and thought for a moment of taking the latest batch of recording devices from him, but decided there would be time for that later. Besides, she chuckled mentally, it might be keeping him out of trouble.

Altaza went to the fruit container and lifted up a mango. She faced the human, took a bite out of the mango, and then lifted another one out of the bin, gesturing for him to take it.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Accepting the offered fruit, the host mentally remarked this as the first time he ever shared food with a girl. (A point he personally debated inside his head since a supernatural creature may not count.) While relishing the taste of the mango, he felt the lingering warmth of her hand and ran his tongue along the grooves made by the Rakshasi’s razor-sharp claws. Still, despite her comforting demeanor, he continued worrying about his fate.

Banishing any thoughts about her fattening him for the kill, he once again opened his backpack and fished out a bag of beef jerky. Taking a sliver of preserved meat, he extended his hand and stupidly said, “Does kitty want a treat?”

 

[RedDeeDee]

Altaza's first surprise was to see the pale human reach into his pack and not pull out some type of recording device. She had become fairly confident that was all that was in the pack: an unending supply of recording devices.

She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the proffered dried meat, but a sudden curiosity overtook her of what else might be in the pack. Perhaps the human might have some garment that would fit her, so she didn't have to continue running around nude?

Altaza pointed at the human's pack, and pantomimed him dumping its contents on the floor.

 

[Asobininryochan]

He reluctantly unzipped the pack and revealed to the Rakshasi the extents of his belonging (for this excursion, at least). Despite all the tumbling and jumping through the jungle, he felt relief when he saw the hard drive still in working order. After putting aside his electronic hardware - including his other cameras - he pulled out a sari that bought from a nearby village. The purchase of the hand woven dress persuaded an elderly woman to tell about the Rakshasa (and of the recent of a Manushya-Rakshasi in the mangrove).

When he saw the tigress expressing interest in the dress, he slowly offered the garment. Holding the sari with both hands as he cautiously neared the Rakshasi and asked: “Would you like to try this on?”

 

[RedDeeDee]

Altaza eyed the electronics as the human male took them out, making a mental note to confiscate them to help her complete her task. But it was the garment that immediately caught her eye. When the human presented her with it, she couldn't help but make a pleased sound, which probably sounded like a satisfied purr to the human. Giving the human a gesture that was half bow, half curtsy, Altaza took the garment and quickly draped it over her form. She would have preferred having much more clothing on than just the wrap, but at least she now felt like she wasn't just a naked savage running around the jungle.

Turning to the human, she tapped herself on the chest and said "Altaza." She did this twice more and then pointed at him.

 

[Asobininryochan]

The host impulsively petted the tigress on the head as she purred in satisfaction. He felt a touch of disappointment as she wound the silk fabric around her feline figure. On the other hand, the translucent material still allowed him to see her nipples – still visible through the sheer, crimson garment.

While still staring at her partially veiled bosom, the Human noticed the Rakshasi pointing to herself and perhaps uttering her name. When she directed her clawed digit at him, he cleared his throat before saying, “Tomas... Tomas de Souza…”

 

[RedDeeDee]

"Tom-mas," Altaza carefully repeated, pointing at the human male. "Tom-mas. Tomas!" she said, almost giggling. She pointed at herself, saying "Altaza" then at the human, repeating "Tomas."

She was beginning to like this human, she thought, even if he did seem to spend an inordinate amount of time staring at her breasts and had a huge supply of recording devices. And what did he mean by the gesture of patting her on the head. Very strange.

But to business, she thought. She gestured for the human to follow her down the well lit tunnel on the other side of the room.

 

[Asobininryochan]

The Human named Tomas de Souza appreciated the way Altaza the Manushya-Rakshasi’s breasts giggled as she laughed at his name. Her mirth infected him and he felt no injury to his pride as she turned around (giving him a generous view of her derriere) and motioned for him to join her. “Where are we going?” he inquired once more as he discarded his infrared goggles and left the rest of his present belongings in the chamber.

Indeed, as they traveled down the tunnel, he seemed compelled to caress her erect tail; which called out to him and wanted his touching hand to fondle her furry extremity. Hypnotically drawn to her bouncing tail, he reached out and held the tip with his hand. Tomas soft grip on Altaza’s tail continued as he put his other hand on the tigress – stroking her velvet limb as he said: “You’re very soft….”

 

[RedDeeDee]

Altaza smiled as the human male began stroking her tail, but playfully swatted his hand away when he started petting her arm. "Chuban, chuban, borniva!" she said, laughing,

The end of the tunnel opened up to another clearing. On one side was a side tunnel that led to a lavatory. On the other side was a large pool, being fed by an underground waterfall.

"Dangna ithanhuk bonhicha daykan namay," Altaza explained, gesturing around the room.

 

[Asobininryochan]

“Is this some kind of bath?” he asked her while looking around and waiting for Altaza to make another gesture to help him decide his next course of action. Tomas wondered if he should bathe, but the two lacked a common language. Therefore, he started removing his dirty clothes, truly hoping that the Rakshasi took no objection as he exposed his upper body to her feline eyes.

Taking off his boots and trousers, Tomas blushed as he covered his genitals - afraid that Altaza might chuckle at the size of his underwhelming penis. Then wading into the pool with the waterfall, he turned to address the Rakshasi: “Are you coming in with me?”

 

[RedDeeDee]

Atsaka's mouth gaped open when Tomas began disrobing. She had been trying to show him where the facilities were, not invite him to use them, and certainly not in front of her. And yet he had started undressing, seemingly without hesitation, only going so far as to cover his genitals. Which, truth be told, Atsaka had never seen on any male, her kind or Tomas', save in illustrations during her instructions. From the glimpse she got, it seemed Tomas must be about average size, though again, Atsaka had nothing in actual experience to base her comparison on.

And now Tomas wanted her to join him. Her modesty and decorum insisted she turn away and head to the other room, but her curiosity and the fact she felt filthy from traversing the jungle and swamp all day, plus the fact that she had nothing left to hide from Tomas, made up her mind. Trying to act nonchalant, Atsaka let her sari slip off and dove into the water, moving away from where Tomas was standing,.