Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)
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				Title: <strong>Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-04-2007, 23:30:59</strong>
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				<em>In this day and age, with satellite navigation and GPS, people can still forget that the ocean is a very large and mostly empty place.&nbsp; The largest seagoing vessel is still just a tiny speck in a vast expanse, all but invisible if you don't know just where to look.&nbsp; So long as all is well, this is easily overcome--and even if something should go wrong, help is just a radio call away.<br><br>As long as the radio is working.<br><br>You can easily tell your soon to be welcome rescuers where you are, possibly even within a few feet.<br><br>As long as the navigation system doesn't malfunction and the rescue beacon's batteries aren't dead.<br><br>Thanks to the weather report and updated charts, the odds of running into unexpected trouble are far slimmer than they were even fifty years ago.<br><br>As long as no unseasonable squall comes up without warning to toss your craft about like a child's toy in a jacuzzi tub.<br><br>Even the most seaworthy vessel is merely 'mostly' unsinkable, a point rarely lost on sailors.&nbsp; Barring the worst possible sequence of events, most will stay afloat long enough for at least someone to abandon ship.&nbsp; Someone will make it off safely, and they'll be rescued in short order.&nbsp; It isn't as though they're set adrift on the face of the ocean without at least some clue reaching a coast guard or a navy or a merchant vessel...<br><br>It isn't as if they'll pass out from exhaustion after trying to swim through stormy waters, only to wash up somewhere on an uncharted and forgotten island somewhere in the middle of noplace...unsupplied, clueless, helpless.<br><br>Right?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 01:37:06</strong>
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				<em>Why are my pants wet?</em><br><br>The sound of the rushing ocean in his ears, the feel of wet sand beneath him, the heat of the sun upon his face and skin... ok, no shirt, but still pants. All limbs accounted for... alright, take a look around.<br><br>The sun is directly overhead. Ow.<br><br>He rolls onto his side, bumping into the large metal sheet from the table on the ship, that he used to float on. Squinting his eyes open again, he is again blinded by the light reflecting off this shiny metal. Rolling onto his other side, he finally gets a chance to look around.<br><br>He, and the metal sheet, were the only unnatural things for as far as he could see. He's right along the shoreline; looks like the tide's coming back in, having deposited him on the beach some time last night, then receded. He scratches his sandy-blond hair, his pale skin already burning to a crisp under the hot sun. He pulls himself to his feet, barefoot, wearing only a pair of shorts. He stretches his tall, thin body, noticing all the bumps and bruises from the previous night's storm, no sign of which can be seen, now. He might be mistaken for a surfer, if it weren't for the distinct lack of a tan. <br><br>"What the hell are you going to do now, John?"<br><br>John supposed the best thing he could do would be to start a large bonfire. Surely someon'es looking for him.<br><br>Right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 04:36:54</strong>
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				Only a few feet away, the lush green jungle beckons, but it's almost certainly no cooler under the leafy canopy...plus there are bound to be snakes and poisonous spiders and who knows what manner of unpleasant insect in there?&nbsp; On the other hand, there's more than likely a source of fresh water, and the mountains toward the center look pretty volcanic, so there might be a cave or two around.<br><br>The alternative is to stay on the beach and burn.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 08:11:56</strong>
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				It's probably best to head into the trees... there's going to be something he can burn... and food. Food would be really, really good, right about now. His stomach grumbles in agreement.<br><br>Trying to keep note of where he landed, so he could return there, maybe to set the signal fire, maybe to use the battered metal sheet, he sets off into the jungle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 17:24:11</strong>
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				The air under the jungle canopy is as humid and unpleasant as he might have imagined, but the breeze coming in off of the water keeps him more comfortable.&nbsp; Finding food and fresh water might take a while, depending on what John knows about survival in the wild...<br><br><em>And, unknown to the castaway, his presence has not gone unnoticed.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 18:02:09</strong>
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				Unfortunately, he doesn't know much. He dropped out of the Boy Scouts after only a couple years, and a job as a glorified paper pusher doesn't prepare one for survival on a tropical island. This was supposed to be such a nice vacation.<br><br>Of course, he doesn't notice whomever is watching him; he barely has time to notice low-lying branches in front of him. He continues picking his way through the forest, though, since he has little choice.<br><br>"Ok, so, if I'm heading... towards the setting sun, I'm going west. It... is setting, right? Oh jeez..."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 18:17:09</strong>
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				<em>Glittering golden eyes follow the Stranger's every move; his progress tracked step by painful step, his fumbling noted with amusement.&nbsp; Finally satisfied that the Stranger is neither threat nor prey, the watcher steals away again to consult the many oracles left within the Territory.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 18:59:30</strong>
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				"Did something just move out there? ... must be the wind. The wind... yeah, that's it."<br><br>He shudders, already getting a creepy feeling from this island. He IS alone, right? ... maybe it's not really uninhabited, maybe there's a hotel on the other side, or something, and this is a giant, tropical resort. Yeah, that's it. This island is perfectly sa--AIIEEE!<br><br>While walking and thinking, he fails to take notice of the sudden drop in the land ahead of him, and falls a good three, maybe four feet. Up ahead, he thinks he can hear running water... maybe it's fresh?
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 19:45:43</strong>
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				It <em>is</em> water!&nbsp; Another few minutes of thrashing through the underbrush brings John to the side of a pool fed by a small waterfall off the side of a peculiarly regular cliff.&nbsp; It's clean, it's fresh, and there are fish swimming about...<br><br>Oh, happy day!&nbsp; It's almost enough to make him forget the feeling that something watches his every move. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 19:58:03</strong>
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				Ooh, and it's cold! Greedily, he begins to drink from it, not realizing how long it's been since he's had a good drink, and how much the sun's dried him out. After a few moments, is belly full, he strips off his shorts and dives into the water, trying to cool off. It stings against his sunburned skin, but it feels so much better after only a few moments. He even tries to catch some fish, but all of his splashing and flopping trough the water have driven them far away.<br><br>Still, this is nice enough, it might almost be a vacation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 20:19:19</strong>
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				<em>While the Stranger splashes about noisily, obviously enjoying himself, his watcher returns.&nbsp; The oracles have proven unclear...but perhaps a token will help?<br><br>Slipping closer, the watcher seizes on one of the Stranger's false furs and carries it away while he is distracted by failing to catch fish.&nbsp; If the oracles remain silent, then perhaps the Elder will know what to do.&nbsp; Nodding, the watcher races off through the jungle, heading inland.</em><br><br>When John finally tires of splashing about, he finds that his shorts are missing.&nbsp; Strange.&nbsp; They were just here, weren't they?&nbsp; And, damn the luck, his wallet and American Express card were still in the back pocket, too!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 20:36:53</strong>
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				(He wasn't wearing a shirt... only shorts. =P)<br><br>"What the fuck? Where'd my clothes go? Ok, ok, calm down... some animal probably took them. Or there's someone else here. Hello? Hello!! Anyone out there?!" Straining his ears for a response, and finding none, he sighs, and begins to search through the nearby brush, to see if some animal moved it, or maybe he just misplaced it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 20:41:00</strong>
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				(mea culpa.&nbsp; Edited)<br><br>He finds no sign of his shorts, let alone any hint of what strange creature might have made off with...oh.&nbsp; Wait.&nbsp; There's a monkey watching him from a tree over there.&nbsp; Like as not, somewhere nearby, one of these little banana fiends must have his clothes!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 20:53:23</strong>
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				John spies the monkey in the tree. I'll bet that little bugger took it. He picks up a rock, and throws it at the poor monkey, not really trying to hit it, just scare it, then goes closer to the tree, to see if he hid them up in the branches, or on the ground. (Assuming the monkey doesn't attack, instead of run, of course.)
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 20:59:37</strong>
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				The monkey screeches at John and scampers higher in the tree.&nbsp; But as he comes closer to search for his missing shorts, he runs afoul of a simple yet unexpected complication.<br><br>He has just enough time to realize that the sudden grip around his ankle must be some sort of snare trap before he is rudely and roughly yanked off the ground to dangle by one leg!
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 21:03:34</strong>
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				"Ha! Now to go claim my sh--iiiit!"<br><br>Ok, this rules out 'tourist resort island' and 'uninhabited wilderness'... which means there are other people here, and probably not the nice sort of civilized people. Despite this logic running through his mind, his only response is to start screaming for help.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 21:09:33</strong>
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				Is it a good sign or a bad sign that nobody comes running?&nbsp; John has plenty of time to think about this, at least up until the rush of blood to his head causes him to lose consciousne...<br><br>Ugh.<br><br>Wait.&nbsp; He's not hanging by one ankle.&nbsp; That's good.&nbsp; And he's got something wrapped around his waist.&nbsp; That's good.&nbsp; And he's not tied up or anything.&nbsp; That's...very good.<br><br>But where is he?<br><br>He finds himself on some sort of stone patio outside a ruined house of some sort: the wooden beams and stucco walls are overgrown with vines.&nbsp; The thatched palm-frond roof between him and the sky seems mostly intact, but there are several holes.<br><br>"Ah, you're awake," comes a voice like the rustle of autumn leaves, amused and male.&nbsp; "How do you feel, John?&nbsp; I <em>may</em> call you John, under the circumstances, I hope?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 23:17:12</strong>
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				"Where am I?" He looks around the patio, quickly... alright, this is better. It looks like civilization of some sort, although old. He hears the voice, and looks around worriedly. "Wh-who are you? How do you know my name? D-did you save me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 01:47:09</strong>
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				"You're outside what used to be my home, young man."<br><br>The speaker comes into view, an ancient man leaning on a cane.&nbsp; He gives John a wan smile.<br><br>"Your wallet gave me your name, and I apologize for having looked.&nbsp; The truth is, I was curious.&nbsp; And no, I didn't save you.&nbsp; Not exactly save, no."<br><br>He chuckles.<br><br>"How do you feel?&nbsp; Besides confused."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 01:51:57</strong>
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				"Well, pretty badly sunburnt, for one..." He touches his skin, wincing as it turns white for only an instant, before flashing back to red. "S-so... who are you? Where am I? On the island, I mean... where am I form where I landed? And... you took my pants? You could have just, y'know, asked me."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 02:07:57</strong>
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				The old man laughs a little harder.<br><br>"Oh, no, I didn't take them.&nbsp; Someone far more nimble than I did that...and then she brought you here so that we could talk, you and I.&nbsp; I hope you don't mind."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 02:46:44</strong>
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				Still very confused, he nods. "I... suppose. Not like I had much choice, either... what did you want to talk about?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 02:54:20</strong>
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				"Life.&nbsp; The universe.&nbsp; Things like that.&nbsp; I don't often get visitors, you see."<br><br>The man seems to find this awfully funny, his laughter dying in a hail of coughing.<br><br>"Pardon me," he finally manages.&nbsp; "You have no idea where you are or who I am, do you?&nbsp; That's probably for the best."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 05:18:55</strong>
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				John just gives the old man a long, confused stare. What the hell? Who is this guy? Don't tell me he's been stuck on this island for years... that means he'll ne-- wait, he mentioned it was a 'she' who took his pants, right?<br><br>"Alright... so, who are you? And, who's this 'she' who stole my pants and brought me here? And where am I? Have I fallen into a book, and noone cared to mention it to me, or something?" He pulls himself to his feet, trying to get a better survey of the area, and the old man.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 16:24:17</strong>
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				"You truly have no idea who I am," the old man wheezes with laughter.&nbsp; "Ahh, that's almost a comfort!&nbsp; Not that it would matter.&nbsp; I'm dying, you know.&nbsp; Just...not as soon as the world thought I did."<br><br>The view from up here is breathtaking!&nbsp; The 'house' is on the southern slope of one of the central mountains, in a relatively shady spot, and from here John can see most of the southern part of the island right down to the beaches.<br><br>"She is...well, for want of a better word, she is like my daughter.&nbsp; And...she is the only one of my children to survive my supposed passing."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 17:38:22</strong>
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				John shakes his head. "You're not making any sense. Who ARE you? How long have you been here?" A beautiful view, to be sure... Maybe he didn't want to be found? Or maybe he'd been here so long, they'd stopped looking....
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 17:46:24</strong>
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				"I have been here a long time," he nods.&nbsp; "Longer than I ever expected.&nbsp; Certainly longer than some people would have liked...do come inside, won't you?"<br><br>The old man turns and hobbles back inside the ruin.<br><br>"We can talk over supper.&nbsp; Not what I used to provide guests, and strictly vegetarian...but there you are."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 17:52:08</strong>
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				John sighs. He's obviously to going to pry any answers out of him, so it's probably best just to go along with his suggestions. Besides, he's hungry. "Dinner sounds fine... I think it's been a while since I ate," he says, following the old man inside.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 17:57:57</strong>
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				Supper, as it turns out, consists largely of fresh fruit and nuts supplemented by canned rations and (in John's case) a couple of energy bars that seem to have come out of an MRE for dessert.&nbsp; This is joined by a bottle of what seems to be a fine wine...<br><br>Once John has finished, the old man smiles indulgently at him.<br><br>"My name was Arthur Lysenkyo.&nbsp; Perhaps you remember hearing it?&nbsp; I was...infamous."<br><br>Maybe to the right people.&nbsp; John's scientific education would be a major factor in the yea or nay response, here.<br><br>"They called me Doctor Moreau in the papers.&nbsp; I remember that, oh, yes...but that may have been before your time."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 19:25:55</strong>
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				John hadn't taken much more than some introductory courses to science in college, but the name tickled the back of his mind... enough that he knew this man was important, but not why. "Sorry, sir... I'm afraid I don't know of you." He grabs a banana and begins peeling it. "So, uhh, how'd you end up out here? What'd you do?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 19:43:43</strong>
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				"Something terribly, horribly wrong, I'm afraid."&nbsp; He laughs again, very softly.&nbsp; "And in a phenomenal cosmic jest, some idealistic fool decided to shut down my little operation with considerable force.&nbsp; I'm sure they felt justified in murdering my children, who were blameless.&nbsp; But they missed me..."<br><br>His shoulders slump.&nbsp; For a few seconds, he sounds almost impossibly old and tired.<br><br>"And that, I <em>promise</em> you, has been a harsher punishment than any prison.&nbsp; They should have killed me for my sins against nature, but not my poor, poor children..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 19:47:55</strong>
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				Despite not having a background in science, John's quick. Or maybe he remembers the article, or TV special, or whatever it was. "... children?" Thinking back, he had called whoever had saved him 'one of his children'... "Did you work in cloning, or something?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 20:41:43</strong>
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				"Not quite.&nbsp; Proactive evolution."&nbsp; The man...Doctor Lysenkyo smiles sadly.&nbsp; "If they had only waited a few more days, they wouldn't have needed to waste the effort.&nbsp; My work was compromised by my own <em>idee fixee</em>.&nbsp; We failed to do what we set out to accomplish."<br><br>He shrugs.<br><br>"Yet there is a mindset that wishes all such embarrassing failures destroyed and erased, because they are embarrassing.&nbsp; And thus my poor, poor, innocents were murdered."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 20:43:50</strong>
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				"Proactive... evolution?" This was getting stranger by the minute, and it was already pretty strange. he takes a bite of the banana, chewing thoughtfully for a moment, before asking, "What were you trying to accomplish?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 20:53:09</strong>
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				Doctor Lysenkyo spreads his arms.<br><br>"Preparing humanity's long-term survival, of course!&nbsp; Surely they aren't still trying to say that the climate and weather patterns aren't changing?&nbsp; Anyone with an eye for the details could see it, even forty years ago...and we decided to do something about it.&nbsp; Halting the progress of, ha ha, progress would be impossible.&nbsp; Nobody wants to behave, to hold back...to cease the constant struggle for diminishing resources.&nbsp; Thus we, my associates and I, resolved to change the human animal instead."<br><br>His eyes glitter excitedly, his voice getting louder.<br><br>"We would make a new humanity, capable of surviving a harsher environment!&nbsp; Oh, you should have seen the proposals!&nbsp; Brilliant, simply brilliant, each and every one of them.&nbsp; Our...our new humans would have the intelligence of the mother species combined with the speed and strength of selected animals.&nbsp; And they were magnificent!"<br><br>A tear makes its awkward way down one craggy cheek.<br><br>"Yes, even beautiful...and we thought we were making such progress, too.&nbsp; So many swift advances, such easy implementation..."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 20:56:58</strong>
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				John arches an eyebrow as he listens to the old man's plan. Okay, so he's... a little crazy. "Wait... you crossed humans and... animals? Isn't that impossible? I mean, we're not compatible, right? What went wrong?" Despite his inital surprise, he's quite interested in this... and the possibilities. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 21:02:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not quite.&nbsp; We took fertilized eggs and grafted the appropriate bits of code into them.&nbsp; We had to use artificial wombs, of course...no point in harming the mothers, if there had been any.&nbsp; And it worked!&nbsp; It worked so well, we thought.&nbsp; But..."<br><br>His voice falls again.&nbsp; His arms lower.&nbsp; His shoulders slump again.<br><br>"Such a simple thing!&nbsp; We could not alter the germ line.&nbsp; My children, my poor children...they couldn't breed true.&nbsp; And without that..."<br><br>He wipes his mouth with the back of one hand.<br><br>"Not that it would have stopped the death squads from their work!&nbsp; They could have left us alone.&nbsp; Let us be.&nbsp; They were so innocent..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 21:06:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He doesn't quite understand all the science behind it, but it sounds... simple enough. "So how'd you end up here? And you mentioned something about... another of your children, the one who found me? Wha-- er, who is she?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 21:48:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I escaped the attack almost by accident.&nbsp; Not all of our facilities were on their maps, you see.&nbsp; And that is how little Sekhmet escaped as well...that is her name.&nbsp; She was with me when..."<br><br>He has another coughing fit.<br><br>"She seems to find you interesting.&nbsp; But beware...she's rather feral.&nbsp; I was old, even then, and while I've done my best to encourage her more civilized traits..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 21:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"S-so... one your human-animal crossbreeds... survived? And it--she... she's here?" Images of some horrible half-human, half-monster cross his mind, like a werewolf from an old horror movie. And she finds him interesting? He gulps, almost unconsciously, but takes another bite of his banana anyway, finishing it off.<br><br>"Are you alright? You sound horrible. And... where is... she?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:01:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," Doctor Lysenkyo manages between coughs.&nbsp; "I already told you, John...I'm dying.&nbsp; Have been for years.&nbsp; Nothing's going to change that, even if I returned to civilization and got myself to a hospital.&nbsp; I'm too sick, and far too old."<br><br>He gives another resigned shrug.<br><br>"Who knows?&nbsp; She goes where she will.&nbsp; I'm almost surprised she took the time to bring you up here.&nbsp; She must be very puzzled.&nbsp; You are not a soldier, nor a doctor, and you certainly aren't food.&nbsp; She won't know how to handle you at all.&nbsp; So she will probably want my opinion of the matter...but she'll wait until you're somewhere else to come ask."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:06:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So what should I do, then? No offense, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life stuck on an island... Is it just the two of you, here, or are there more people? Is there a way back to civilization?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:10:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm afraid, John, that this island was carefully chosen because it lies well off the beaten path.&nbsp; When one tampers in God's domain, one does not wish nosy neighbors to come knocking on the door and peering in the windows."<br><br>Doctory Lysenkyo coughs again.<br><br>"I am sorry to say that you, I, and Sekhmet are likely the only intelligent beings on this particular island.&nbsp; Which means that this is the first meaningful conversation I've had in some time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:16:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John curses, inwardly. Not only is he stuck on a desert island, in the middle of nowhere, but he's stuck here with a mad scientist and his genetic experiment. "There aren't any dinosaurs here, too, are there?" he asks, jokingly.<br><br>"So... what is this... Sekhmet?" He stumbles over the unfamiliar name. "I mean... what animal?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, no dinosaurs.&nbsp; Only Sekhmet.&nbsp; And she...Clouded Leopard, I think.&nbsp; Beautiful animals, truly they are.&nbsp; She was one of the last, before we discovered the problem with the germ line transfers.&nbsp; Third generation type.&nbsp; We called them the 'gamma' generation.&nbsp; Not strictly true, of course, but there you are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:29:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gamma generation? He's not sure he understands, bu nods, anyway. "So, uhh... what do you do here, then? You've just been living on this mountainside for the last however many years, just the two of you? What should I do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:31:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I live here.&nbsp; She lives anywhere she likes on the rest of the island."<br><br>He gestures with the cane.<br><br>"Mountain climbing isn't really my favorite sport these days."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:37:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He's still dodging questions... sort of. He's answered most everything, anyway...<br><br>"Alright... I think I understand the situation. Sort of." He sighs, shaking his head. "Of course, I'm not expected to be anywhere for another week, so they probably don't even know I'm missing." He looks around, almost impatient. "So what should I do? I suppose I should leave, look around the area a bit, so she can come talk to you, right? Unless you've got more you want to say."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not sure what else I could say, much as I enjoy the company.&nbsp; Will they come looking for you, do you think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:42:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe. But, like I said, I was on a week long vacation. It'll be another five days before I'm even supposed to be anywhere, and a few more before anyone notices, or cares, that I'm not back. Some people might know in a day or two that the ship's gone, but that storm tossed us around so much, who knows where it sank, let alone where I drifted to."<br><br>"Short answer: Yes, but probably not here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Unfortunate for you.&nbsp; But...for Sekhmet it is not such a bad thing.&nbsp; I hope you can understand that I am somewhat divided in my hopes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:50:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wait... you want me to take care of her when you..." He gulps, looking worried. "I plan to find a way off this island, somehow... I hope."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 22:54:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Someone will have to.&nbsp; She is a species of one, John.&nbsp; That is a lonely, lonely thing to be."<br><br>Doctor Lysenkyo has another coughing fit, but this one seems to drain him considerably.<br><br>"Perhaps...perhaps you should go.&nbsp; There is a trail, off the patio."<br><br>More coughing follows.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 23:00:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks worried about the doctor's health, but decides to go, anyway. As he walks down the trail, he talks aloud to himself.<br><br>"What now, John? You're stuck, on a desert island, with a dying mad scientist, and his half-human, half-cat experiment, that you haven't even seen yet, but are probably going to start having to take care of in the next few hours, from the sound of it. Noone knows you're here, and won't even know you're gone for a day, at the least." He sighs, taking in the sights around him. It is quite beautiful... <br><br>"Maybe it's all for the better. Doc seemed to have some good food, and God knows I could use a vacation. Besides... he lived here for years, right? Why can't I? It's better than dealing with Limpkins constantly hovering over my shoulder, piling on new projects every third day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2007, 05:04:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trail down the mountain is surprisingly easy--and after a few moments John realizes that it was once a paved road which has since cracked and become overgrown.&nbsp; The view is still majestic, and here and there he can spot what might have been other buildings before they were mostly destroyed by some past event--looks like there was a good sized compound on the island.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-04-2007, 07:46:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guess those where some of the labs he did his experiments in... how many of these experiments did he do?" He continues walking down the road, more or less aimlessly, sticking to the path.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2007, 18:39:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The road, or what's left of it underneath the dirt and vines, winds gently down the slope and finally ends in a small clearing just inside the forest.<br><br>From here, John is free to wander about as he wishes--this would make a decent campsite, if he had the equipment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 01:21:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright... eenie, meenie, mieney, mo... I think I'll go this way. Hope I can remember the way back." He takes a sharp left turn, keeping the mountain to his side, heading around the base of it to get an idea of the layout of the land.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 01:54:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The going is pretty easy for the first hundred yards or so.&nbsp; After that it starts getting rougher...but perseverence pays off, and soon John finds another pool like the first--clear, clean, inviting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 02:23:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This time, he decides to leave his shorts on, lest she, or some other creature on the island, decides they look good to steal. Testing the water for temperature and taking a drink to slake his thirst from the long walk, he dives in again, taking his time and enjoying the evening air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 05:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The water is cool and refreshing, and by the time John has finished, the sun is setting.&nbsp; This raises another question--how chilly will it get here, and how will he keep warm?&nbsp; Fortunately, firewood should not be too hard to obtain, and a firebow is a simple concept.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 06:49:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ahhh, that felt good... though it's getting cold, now. "Maybe I ought to head back to the Doc... see if he's alright. Though do I really want to bunk with the crazy old man? It's a long walk, anyway... I can just camp at the base of the mountain, and see him in the morning." With his mind set, he heads back to the campsite he saw, earlier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 15:22:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The campsite has changed a little.<br><br>There is now a small pile of dry wood, a fire-bow, and a blanket lying there: enough to make camp, after a fashion!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 17:45:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, that's convenient. Thank you!" he calls out, in case she may be near enough to hear. At least she hasn't set another trap for him. He sets up the wood in a small campfire, and sets to lighting the fire, his minimal woodsman training not providing too much guidance. Still, he manages a small flame before too long, pulls the blanket over a safe distance away from the fire so as not to let it catch a spark, and wraps himself up in it, intent on drifting into slumber.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 18:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John's sleep is mercifully undisturbed, although his dreams may not be as pleasant as he could hope.&nbsp; In the morning, he wakes to find a most unusual sight--a young woman, mostly, sitting on her haunches just across the fire from him, watching him intently.<br><br>'Mostly' because humans don't have ears like that, or tails like that, or fur over their whole bodies.<br><br>She looks fairly young, quite trim, and definitely underdressed: her wardrobe consists of a rope-like belt, from which a sheathed knife dangles, and a medicine bag that dangles around her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 22:19:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm dreaming.<br><br>That's it. I'm dreaming. I'm really at home, asleep in my bed, probably a can of really bad tuna and an empty bottle of whiskey nearby. Never went on a cruise, never crashed on a desert island, never met a crazy old man who does genetic experiments crossing animals and people... right?<br><br>"Uhhh... h-hello there? A-are you..." he fumbles through his memory for her name, "Sekhmet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2007, 21:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her golden eyes blink slowly.&nbsp; One ear flicks.&nbsp; Then she nods and pats her chest with the hand that isn't holding a spear.<br><br>"Sekhmet."<br><br>Then she points to him.<br><br>"John."<br><br>Then back up the mountain.<br><br>"Father."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 05:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That's cleared up then. So, what does one say to a savage, half-dressed, attractive, stunningly beautiful, sexy... err, cat girl?<br><br>"Y-yes, I'm John. How are you doing?" This probably is a dream. Strange things like this happen while you're dreaming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 07:03:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinks again.&nbsp; This time, both ears flick and her tail twitches lazily.<br><br>"Okay.&nbsp; John is?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 07:07:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes a moment to figure out what she said, before replying. "I'm... confused. I mean, you shouldn't exist. N-not that I don't want you to exist, it's just I can't wrap my mind around the fact that... you do." He crawls from his makeshift bed at the growling urging of his stomach, and looks around.<br><br>"I'm hungry... do you have any food?" He tries to avoid sounding like he's talking to a small child, though he's not sure if she follows everything he says.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 07:10:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmph.&nbsp; Food, yes.&nbsp; Wait."<br><br>Standing fluidly, she turns with casual grace and vanishes into the jungle.&nbsp; Within seconds, she seems to have utterly vanished from sight...<br><br>Obviously she's not one for idle conversation and light chit-chat.&nbsp; ;)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 07:16:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She seems to understand him, at least. That'll hel-- hey, where'd she go? She's fast... and light on words. Despite his innate repulsion to such a creature, he's intensely curious, and feels compelled to at least become her friend... it has to be hard being stuck on an island with the crazy old man. He sits on top of the blanket, and waits patiently for her to return, unable to do much else, though he does take a minute to relieve himself while waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 17:22:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet returns, as mysteriously and swiftly as she vanished, about ten minutes later.&nbsp; In one hand, she bears a moldy old cardboard box about the size of a videocasette or maybe a little larger.&nbsp; Tossing it to him underhand, she squats on her haunches to watch him.<br><br>The box, after some examination, opens easily.&nbsp; While the outside has deteriorated somewhat, the contents look just fine.&nbsp; It's...an MRE.&nbsp; However she got ahold of <em>this</em> is a mystery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 18:25:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Err, thanks..." He opens it up and begins following the directions, making the simple meal. It doesn't take long, and smells wonderful. After taking a bite to see if it's still good, and approving, he offers some to her. "Where'd you get this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 18:38:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrugs.&nbsp; One ear flicks.<br><br>"Is cave.&nbsp; Many boxes.&nbsp; Father does not like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 18:46:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, thank you, then." He takes another bite of it, "I like it. Do you want some, or do you eat something else?"<br><br>A cave, huh? Guess that means he stocked up well before coming to the island. I wonder what else he has stored here?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 18:47:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No.&nbsp; Have eaten."<br><br>She tosses her shaggy mane, twitches her tail, and turns her eyes elsewhere.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 19:33:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighs. Prying anything out of her is worse than trying to get compensation for overtime; though, at least here, he's dealing with an attractive woman, and not an old secretary who looks like a cross between his grandmother and a cow.<br><br>He takes a few more bites of the MRE, and tries to start the conversation with her again. "So, what's your life like, on this island? Have you ever lived anywhere else?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 19:38:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another shrug.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; Life is.&nbsp; Hunt.&nbsp; Sleep.&nbsp; Talk with Father.&nbsp; Now you come.&nbsp; Is...different."<br><br>Her tail twitches a little harder.<br><br>"Father goes, you come."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 19:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Father goes'? Does that mean... "I-I'm sorry... he passed away last night?" He tries to think of ways to console her, if she looks like she even needs it. "If you want to talk about it, or anything, I'm listening."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 19:54:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her response sounds a touch petulant, almost whining.<br><br>"Father is not yet gone."<br><br>With that, she rises and stalks off into the jungle again, tail thrashing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 19:58:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now what? Do I follow after her, try to comfort her, or go up the mountain, see if the doc really is dead or not? He hesitates too long, though, as she stalks off into the trees that are a familiar home to her, and an alien world to him... he'd never catch her. Finishing off the last of the meal, he starts to head up the mountain, to see what became of the old man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 20:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trek back up the trail is not as easy as coming down, of course, but before long John finds the old man sitting on a chair on his 'patio', wrapped in a blanket, enjoying the morning sunshine.<br><br>"Ah, there you are.&nbsp; Slept well, I hope?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 20:30:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John looks greatly relieved. "I, err, just met your 'daughter'... she was watching me sleep, I think. She'd made it sound like you were dead, so I had to come up and check on you. I, uhhh, don't think she liked the implication that you might be dying..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 20:34:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's understandable.&nbsp; I <em>am</em> the only family she has left.&nbsp; The thought that I am dying does not sit well with her."&nbsp; Doctor Lysenkyo smiles.&nbsp; "And then, there's you.&nbsp; She may take some time to decide how she ought to feel about you...whether you are friend, foe, or mate...and the less you are like me, the more difficult she may find that decision."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 20:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I--wait, did you just say <em>mate</em>?! I've been here a day, and you're already seeing me as a mate for your project?" Despite his sudden anger, a deeper part of John, probably the one that doesn't think with the brain, is very interested in this prospect. He sighs. "I don't know about that, but I do think she's annoyed at me... and since we're the only ones here, I should probably try to make peace. Any suggestions?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 20:49:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whether or not I personally feel you are a potential mate, dear boy, you are the only reasonably available specimen of young and virile manhood on the island," the old man cackles gleefully.&nbsp; "And no doubt she is having some trouble adjusting to drives that have heretofore been dormant.&nbsp; She might even be undergoing stress atavism...although for your sake I hope not."<br><br>He grins wickedly at the younger man.<br><br>"She will adjust in time.&nbsp; While she is aloof and distant, even with me, she still desires company after her own fashion.&nbsp; Not annoying her will probably be difficult, but she's quite introverted.&nbsp; Rather than lash out and make you bleed, she'll retreat and sulk.&nbsp; So long as you do not make the mistake of cornering her when she's in a bad mood, you ought to be fine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 21:00:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gulps at the mention of her 'making him bleed', but nods in acceptance. Besides, it could be worse... at least Sekhmet doesn't have any basis to compare him to other men on...<br><br>"Well, I'm glad to see you're still alive... she had me worried for a little bit. Is there anything dangerous on this island? Besides her, anyway, or am I safe to wander?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 21:02:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aside from Sekhmet?&nbsp; You ought to be mostly safe, so long as you watch your step.&nbsp; Some of the snakes are probably venemous, and there are the usual nasty insects, but most of the large predators were taken care of some time ago."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 21:10:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Good. No tigers stalking me through the jungle, or dinosaurs, or whatever inhabits a tropical island in a movie, waiting until the poor hero's alone before attacking...<br><br>"Is there anything you need, or I can get for you? If not, I'm going to head out and see if I can find her and apologize."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 21:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, John, but I shan't need much.&nbsp; And...let her find you.&nbsp; If she feels pressured, there's no telling what she might do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 21:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods. "Alright... I'll just explore a bit, then."<br><br>He heads back down the mountain, and spends a bit of time tidying up the campsite, and thinking about where to go next. Camping out here might be convenient, now, but he's going to need a more permanent place to live, especially if it rains. Maybe that cave where the MREs are stored? With the campsite looking nice, he adds another log to the low fire, and sets off in the general direction of the old compound he could see from the mountainside, to get a closer look at it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 21:23:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The compound is easy to find, but not so easy to explore.&nbsp; What fire did not destroy, the jungle has tried to consume.&nbsp; What John can tell is that at one time there were over a dozen good-sized buildings here, most of them based on Quonset style huts.&nbsp; Poking around reveals a number of small cairns behind one ruin...a lot of them, in fact.&nbsp; It's an improvised graveyard, by the look of things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 21:31:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"These must be his other experiments... his other children." He bows his head for a moment, mourning their loss, before heading onward. Nothing of much use here, unfortunately. Picking a random direction, he heads off, back into the jungle, wandering aimlessly, but trying to keep some reference points to find his way back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 21:35:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wandering in the jungle has its own hazards...as John discovers when, for the second time in two days he stumbles into a snare trap!<br><br>This time, Sekhmet does not wait for him to pass out before appearing.&nbsp; Slinking out of the trees and landing softly, she stands just out of his reach.<br><br>"Clumsy," she says, smirking.&nbsp; Then she reaches out to run a finger along his chest in a teasing fashion.<br><br>"Hrrrm."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 22:34:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-you did that on purpose!" He struggles against the ropes, futilely, for a minute, before surrendering. She knows her ropes.<br><br>"Can you get me down from here? I'm feeling dizzy." He does enjoy the view... it puts him right about eye level with her torso, and her touch is kind and soft...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 22:36:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggles softly, her fingers closing on one of his nipples...pinching gently.<br><br>"No."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 22:37:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squeaks and tenses a bit. "W-what do you want, then?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-04-2007, 05:54:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hrrrrrrrmmmm..."<br><br>Her hand traces up his abs, skirting his waistband and tracing him through his shorts.&nbsp; Then her other hand touches his chest, scraping fingertips over his other nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-04-2007, 05:58:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squeaks again as her hand runs over his shorts, but he tries to relax. She won't hurt him... she's just... curious, that's all. And she's so close, he could just reach out and grab her, stroke her soft-looking fur... but she might kill him, if he tried. He swallows hard, difficult while hanging upside down, and lets her continue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-04-2007, 22:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pinching his nipple again, her hand squeezes him through his shorts...triggering the usual reaction.&nbsp; This elicits a soft purr of amusement.<br><br>Followed shortly by a firmer pinch!&nbsp; The cat-girl is obviously testing John's responses to a little rough play...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-04-2007, 22:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yes, she's DEFINITELY curious. He gasps, slightly, each time she squeezes, though more in surprise than anything else. Finally bucking up a bit of corsage, he asks her, "D-do you mind if I... if I touch you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-04-2007, 22:47:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ears flicking, tail thrashing, she dances well out of reach, giving a soft growl.&nbsp; Walking around behind John, she approaches again...reaching one hand between his legs to cup him again, and another around to tease his nipples roughly.&nbsp; Her teeth graze the inside of one thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-04-2007, 22:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll take that as a 'no', the--ack!" He cries out as she feels her teeth along his skin.. maybe she does want to eat him? His breathing starts to come faster, though whether from excitement or fear, it's hard to tell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-04-2007, 22:56:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she grazes his leg with her teeth again, her hand squeezes him through his shorts...even more firmly.&nbsp; If he responds 'positively' to what she's doing, she'll know.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-04-2007, 23:00:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd have to be gay not to. He's decided reasoning with her is, pretty much, out of the question, so he closes his eyes (why'd she have to move, he had such a great view?) and just tries to focus on the feelings, and relax. Which is hard, since he's being held upside-down and being molested by a catgirl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 00:46:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hand squeezes him again, almost painfully hard, and strokes him.&nbsp; Her teeth nibble him gently...and her fingers continue to torment his nipple.&nbsp; Again, John is distantly aware of that amused purring noise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 01:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wiggles against the tight squeeze, grunting and clenching his teeth. He doesn't want to cry out, and annoy her further, but he also doesn't want to get something crushed. Instead, he keeps his eyes closed, trying to imagine what this scene must look like. His wriggling causes him to bump against her, his body brushing hers, her soft fur, sending a shiver down his spine... what it would be like to hold her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 18:00:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hand strokes him a little faster, and she makes another amused purring sound...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 18:49:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groans with her touch... this feels wonderful. "D-don't stop, please..." He's fully erect, now, and she can definitely feel it. His breathing comes in quick gasps, and he starts to feel a little lightheaded... though that's probably from being upside-down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 18:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a soft growl, she ceases teasing his nipples.&nbsp; Instead, she wrestles with his shorts, trying to get them off.&nbsp; Stepping back around to where he can see her, she finally manages to release him...and again her hand closes around his shaft and her fingers return to pinch and twist his nipples with merciless efficiency.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 19:11:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tries to move to allow her to work off his shorts more easily, though if he hinders or helps, it's hard to tell. He groans loudly as she seizes his bare member, and grunts when she pinches him. He still resists the urge to grab hold of her, kiss her, run his fingers through her fur, for far of driving her away. He instead watches her, savoring the view.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 19:21:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still stroking him, she suddenly bends and runs her rough, cat-like tongue over his other nipple...purring even louder.&nbsp; Apparently she finds him both amusing and entertaining...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 19:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It must be a good thing she finds him so interesting... but don't cats also play with mice, before they eat them? He's still trying to decide if he should fear for his life or be turned on, but her insistent fingers and tongue seem to point to the latter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 19:47:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She switches sides, nibbling and licking his other nipple, pinching the first one again.&nbsp; Her hand on his cock is moving even faster...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 19:53:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This is almost too much for him... he groans again, shifting his hips a little to help with her rubbing, and her small, pert breasts are hanging just inches form his face. His common sense fading, he reaches out, slowly, to brush his hand along her side, taking a risk and hoping it doesn't leave him hanging here for a few hours, frustrated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 20:11:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives another soft growl but this time doesn't pull away.&nbsp; Instead, she bites him a little harder, twisting his nipple with her fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 20:23:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not a good idea. He lets his hand drop to his side with a slight yelp, though this is replaced by a groan of pleasure. She doesn't seem as naive as she should be... she's surprisingly good at this. He can feel the tension building; he might come soon, if she keeps this up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 20:54:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She suddenly stops and pulls away from him, walking back out of sight...tail thrashing from side to side.&nbsp; A few tense moments later, he gets jerked by one ankle.&nbsp; Then the vine that's wrapped around his ankle lowers him to the ground.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 20:58:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What the hell? "W-wait, don't go! Don't just leave me hanging here!" Dammit! What'd I do wrong? Was It something I did, didn't do, said? Now she's going to leave me hanging he-- whoa! Oof.<br><br>He picks himself up from the ground, untying his ankle quickly as he can. It's tough; she ties a good knot. Finally, he takes a chance to look around... where'd she go, now?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 21:03:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slinks out of the jungle a moment later, stalking right up to him and 'encouraging' him to lie down by sweeping his legs out from under him!&nbsp; While John's still trying to figure out what she's up to, she kneels beside him and takes him firmly in hand again, putting her other hand on his chest to hold him down...and tease his nipples.<br><br>This time, she's watching his face with an amused, wicked expression on her furry features.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 21:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ACK! He lands hard, still not expecting his world to go flying out from under him. Looks like she just wanted him down to play with him more easily!<br><br>Although the worry that he'd offended her had taken his mind off things for a moment, her touch quickly brought him back to the matter at hand, and he gently thrusts his hips along with her rubbing him, his breath coming in short gasps and groans.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 21:14:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet's golden eyes seem to twinkle as she strokes him, bending down to nibble his chest again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 22:55:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groans and leans back, fully giving in to her wiles. He gasps as her rough tongue and teeth scrape across his abused chest, her furry breasts brushing against his abs... the pressure builds inside him, and he moans out, "Oh... oh, god, I'm gonna come..." He's not sure if she understands, or even knows what to expect, but he can't really stop her or himself at this point, even if he wanted to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 22:58:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She straightens up again, forcing eye contact with him, as her grip adds that last bit of extra pressure and friction to drive him right over the top.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 23:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One final cry escapes his lips as he arches his back, driving himself into her grip, lost in his pleasure as he begins to spurt his seed liberally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 23:10:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinks with surprise as he shoots but doesn't let go.&nbsp; Instead, she continues pumping him mercilessly, still watching his face.<br><br>"...hrrrrmmm...<em>mousiiiiieeeee</em>..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 23:16:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The look of pleasure and contentment on his face is obvious, and he's not quite sure he heard her correctly... Mousie? Does she think he's a... mouse? Gulp. Thankfully, he's still fairly young, so he only goes limp for a moment before she manages to bring him erect once more, although this time may take longer, unless she keeps up that quick pace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 23:18:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She keeps stroking him, shifting back to her knees and running her other hand down his flank to play with his balls.<br><br>"Mousie go squeak."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 23:27:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It suddenly connects in his mind... "I-I'm not a mouse! Y-you just caught me off guard, that's all." She can't be planning to eat him... can she? However, to prove her point, he squeaks again when she seizes his balls, then blushes horribly. "N-not fair!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 23:32:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She jerks him faster, one finger scraping across his ass lightly.<br><br>"Mousie squeak niiiiice..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-04-2007, 23:46:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She manages to elicit another surprised squeak from him, much to his dismay. At least she doesn't sound like she wants to eat him... now, at least. He begins thrusting his hips again, although he can't nearly hope to match the speed she's rubbing him at, he still makes an effort. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 00:23:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her finger teases him a bit more directly, and she slows her strokes down to match his pace, giggling softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 02:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Where the hell'd she learn this? I mean, the doc said he and she were the only ones he-- oh. Oh, ugh!<br><br>Deciding to abandon that train of thought, and focus back on the current situation, he starts wiggling under her teasing, brushing his legs up against her, enjoying the feel of her sot fur.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 15:13:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly, Sekhmet swings a&nbsp; leg across his chest so that she is straddling him...facing his feet, and still stroking him firmly.&nbsp; She giggles and grinds her wet sex against him briefly.<br><br>"Mousie squirt more?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 17:37:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still keeping his hands at his sides, he responds, "Soon... oh, soon..." She's good, and he feels it building again, quickly, especially with the added sensation of her sitting on his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 17:41:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pressing herself against him again, purring louder, Sekhmet leans down and flicks the tip of her tongue around his head...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 17:48:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This elicits a long moan from him, her rough tongue against his sensitive head enough to drive him wild. "Oh! Ohhh, I'm gonna come!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 17:50:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her finger brushes his back door again and she sits up (shifting her weight and dragging her sex across his hot skin again at the same time) just in the nick of time...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 17:55:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she pulls back, he groans, and comes again, a smaller shot this time. He falls to e ground, worn, as he finishes, gasping for air. "Wow.... you... you're good... and soft." He smiles, contently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 17:59:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She presses herself against him again, giggling.<br><br>"Mousie squeak!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 19:21:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation as well. "Yes... mousie squeak." He remains lying on his back, covered in a thin sheen of sweat... not that he has much choice, she's sitting on his chest. Or that he wants to move, either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 19:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie want squeak more?"<br><br>She slides off of him, the fingers of one hand trailing dangerously near his already sore nipples.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 19:28:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His instinct tells him to say yes, but his sore body urges him not to. "Err, well... I'm a little sore... m-maybe I could do something similar for you?" He blushes, pretty certain she'll do what she wants, anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 19:54:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet tilts her head and blinks.<br><br>"Hrrrrm?&nbsp; What Mousie think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 20:33:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushes, embarrassed by having to explain it. "W-well.. I mean, that feels really nice, and I... I can do something similar to you, with my fingers and tongue... touch you in the same sort of places..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 20:35:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hrrrrrm..."<br><br>She thinks this over for a moment, then slinks back over and straddles his chest again.<br><br>"Okay!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 20:47:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks quite surprised that she actually agreed to this, but he's not going to object. As she straddles him, he puts his hands on her hips, brushing them through her fur as he brings them up along her side to her breasts, following the same general pattern she did to him. Gently rubbing her breasts, he takes one of her nipples between his fingers and pinches, not too hard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 20:51:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She closes her eyes and the purring sound gets louder.<br><br>"Mmmmmmm..."<br><br>Her fur is surprisingly soft and smooth to the touch, and the more he plays the harder she grinds herself down against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 21:03:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Encouraged, he pinches harder, grasping her other and rolling it between his fingers. He could spend all day stroking her, petting her soft fur, if she'd let him... what an amazing creature.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 21:06:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nnngggg..."<br><br>She leans forward, putting her hands on his shoulders, grinding a little faster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 21:11:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting up a bit, he lets one of his hands slide around to her back, petting her along her spine, down to her tail, while he lets his tongue replace his fingers. He plants kisses all around her breast, before taking her tit into his mouth, sucking and nibbling it, while his other hand continues to tweak and roll he nipple, occasionally rubbing her whole breast to vary the feeling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 21:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				More purring results at once.&nbsp; Sekhmet grips his shoulders with both hands and kneads his muscles gently...a very feline gesture, all told.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 21:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continues licking, nibbling and sucking at her breast, more interested in his hand on her back, and her tail, stroking it and brushing it gently. All he hopes now is that she doesn't get too relaxed and, like a housecat, dig her claws into him shoulder to get comfortable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 21:24:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooo...Mousiiiiiieeee..."<br><br>And suddenly, she is pressing her mouth to his, forcing her tongue past his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 21:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmph!" Caught off guard, he is knocked onto his back once more. He continues teasing her breast, though it's a little more difficult to from this position, while the hand on her tail slides down and he begins squeezing her ass, pinching and rubbing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 21:48:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nope, she doesn't like this at all: that purring and quiet moaning?&nbsp; It's a trap. Really.&nbsp; &nbsp;;)&nbsp; The fact that she's grinding her mound against him and trying to shove her tongue down his throat should not be taken as an indication that she likes this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 22:01:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinds against her as well, trying to match her tempo as well as he can, squeezing her ass harder and rolling his tongue against hers, rougher than any other woman's, a unique sensation. Thanks to youthful exuberance, he's back to nearly a full salute, although he doubts she's ready for the whole thing, yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 22:04:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lets him up for air after a few moments, sitting back up on her haunches and reaching back to tease his shaft again, a feline expression of mischief and amusement on her fuzzy features.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 22:08:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grimaces just slightly as she grasps him again, still a bit sore, but he pulls both of his hands back around to her front to tease her nipples once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 22:10:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This time, she keeps her touch light and teasing.&nbsp; Gazing down at him, licking her chops hungrily, the strange furry girl seems somehow amused by the entire situation.<br><br>"Mousie okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 22:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine... just, just a little tender there, so be soft, like this..." He shows her what he means by lightening his own touch, rubbing her breasts more gently, letting one hand slide down her chest, to her legs and along her inner thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 22:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmmrrrrrrr..."<br><br>She follows his example, stroking him carefully.<br><br>"Mousie like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 22:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets his groan answer for him, as he lets his fingers stroke her legs, gradually getting closer to her honey pot, sitting up a little bit so he can have a better look at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 02:13:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie liiiiike," she giggles softly.&nbsp; A moment later she shifts again, deliberately bringing her sex in contact with his hand.<br><br>"Mousie wanna touch?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 07:24:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He decides to answer her question silently, starting slowly, though at this point, he imagines she'd be up for almost anything. Gently, he brushes his fingers across her mound, just using his fingertips to touch her gently, before he begins poking and rubbing a little harder, slipping a finger inside her and teasing her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 14:50:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet closes her eyes and purrs louder.<br><br>"Oooooooo...more?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 17:40:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course," he replies, as he starts to get a little more aggressive. While his hand on her breasts alternates, rolling, pinching and twisting her tits, the hand between her legs rubs against her, occasionally stopping to slide fingers inside her, see how many he can fit, or to tease her clit, much more gently than the nipples, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 17:44:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pleasure, at least, makes her more passive...if not pliant.&nbsp; She relaxes, occasionally reaching down to steer his hand or his fingers to a 'better' spot with a soft growling noise.<br><br>"Mmmmm...gooooood..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 17:56:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He follows her direction explicitly, hoping to keep her happy as possible, working a little faster with each passing moment, to find a nice, comfortable pace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 17:59:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, arching her back, Sekhmet makes a strangely kittenish noise and climaxes in response to John's touch.&nbsp; Her hand suddenly grips him firmly, stroking harder...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 18:08:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He is glad to have returned the favor, watching in wonder at her orgasm. He groans slightly at her suddenly rougher touch; he realized then how much getting her off turned him on, as he feels ready for another go already.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 18:10:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the cat-girl recovers, her golden eyes twinkling with amusement, she strokes him a little less firmly.<br><br>"Oooo, Mousie got hard again!&nbsp; Mousie want something?"<br><br>She licks her chops slowly, and John might well wonder <em>where the heck she learned all this</em>...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 19:31:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He does, and has been for most of the last few minutes. He blushes at her forwardness... "I, err, well... umm..." He doesn't feel confident enough to just come out and say it, and he's not quite sure how best to explain it, either...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 20:13:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still teasing him with her hand, she scoots down his body...then positions herself above him and with no further warning impales herself on him!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 20:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a gasp of shock, followed immediately by a groan of pleasure, he begins thrusting into her almost instinctively. One hand slides to her hips, to help maintain her balance, while the other continues to aggressively fondle her. She seems to like it rough, so he'll play along.<br><br><em>I... I thought the old man said they were along on this island... but he's too old to do anything like this... right?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-04-2007, 17:01:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her small hands kneading his pectorals, Sekhmet rocks back and forth, faster and faster, panting for breath.<br><br>"Oooo, Mousie is biiiiiiig," she croons, lightly scratching his chest.&nbsp; "Mousie shoot again?"<br><br>She licks her lips.<br><br>"Mousie let Sekhmet do this any time, Sekhmet no kill and eat Mousie."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>20-04-2007, 17:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To her first set of comments, he grins, and replies "Soon... soon."<br><br>To her second set, he starts with a smile, which turns to a look of fear. "I... uhhh, suppose..." Gulp. She might kill him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-04-2007, 17:45:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling wickedly, Sekhmet speeds up, grinding herself against him on the downstroke.<br><br>"Baaaad Mousie!&nbsp; Sekhmet tie up...Sekhmet punish..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>20-04-2007, 17:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groans as she speeds up; she's wonderfully tight, and seems to know all the right places. "Wha--?" John looks at her in confusion, then figures, hopes, this is just part of the games she's been playing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-04-2007, 17:52:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggles louder.<br><br>"Spank and tickle Mousie, make Mousie <em>squeeeeak</em>..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-04-2007, 02:30:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John blushes, less from embarrassment than from the fact that's he's almost looking forward to that...<br><br>"Only if I get to make Sekhmet squeal," he says, as he squeezes her nipple hard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-04-2007, 18:45:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hrrrrrrrr...!"<br><br>The nipple pinch only seems to excite her more, and she grinds even harder.&nbsp; After a moment, John realizes she's trying to get him off first.<br><br>"Take...Mousie...like woman..."<br><br>Uh oh!&nbsp; Now THAT is something she cannot possibly have learned in isolation!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 01:16:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Did the old man lie to him? Or... is there someone else here? Regardless, now is not the time for deep thinking; it is the time for animal lust. Now it almost seems like a game, and the goal is to get the other off before yourself. He silently accepts her challenge, sitting up further to pull her other nipple into his mouth, swirling it wiht his tongue and raking it gently with his teeth, as he thrusts a bit harder into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 03:33:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"EEEE!! Make...make Mousie beg...for it..."<br><br>She grinds even faster, panting for breath, moaning at his attentions.<br><br>"Mousie want it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 05:41:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grunting, he replies, "You... first... you beg me!" Despite his big words, though, he's not going to last much longer.<br><br>The hand on her hips slides around to the back, giving her a hard pinch, tweaking her nipple at the same time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 05:56:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a quiet snort, she suddenly...agonizingly...slams down all the way and grinds, slowing her movements down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 06:02:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Unnnnh..." Oh, damn, she's good. He's forced to slow down as well, gasping for breath as he tries to hold out. She's not going to get him to beg... maybe squeak, but not beg. She's probably going to win, though; this is torture.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 22:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And then Sekhmet bends and fastens her teeth around one of John's nipples, licking the captive flesh with her sandpapery tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 23:00:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just as he promised, he squeaks. "Unnng... oh, god, I'm gonna come soon!" He tenses, gritting his teeth. He knows he can hold out... just a bit... longer... she's nearly there, too.. right? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-04-2007, 21:51:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She speeds up again, grinding and bouncing on him, doing her best to force him over the brink...giggling softly in between gasps for breath and purrs of contentment.<br><br>"Take Mousie like woman..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>23-04-2007, 21:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Too much. With a final cry, and one hard thrust of his hips, John comes again. He hardly hears her, and what he does hear doesn't make much sense... any thoughts of trying to solve the mystery of this island and this woman are long gone as the surge of pleasure tears through him. Worn, he collapses onto his back once more, grinning up at her like a fool.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-04-2007, 23:49:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With one last hard, firm grind, Sekhmet stills her movements, looking down at John with a strangely triumphant expression.<br><br>"Mousie squirmed."<br><br>Then she rolls back on her haunches and reaches between her legs to finish herself off...which does not take very long at all.&nbsp; Climaxing with a sharp, kittenish mew of pleasure, she slides off of him almost at once.<br><br>"Sekhmet will come wake Mousie up later."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>23-04-2007, 23:58:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John just lies on his back, too tired to really care, pleased that she's happy, at least. He asks, "Where should I go? Back to the camp?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-04-2007, 00:03:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Anywhere Mousie likes," she giggles.&nbsp; Then she stands and stretches and slinks off into the jungle again, purring quietly.&nbsp; "Mousie no hide from Sekhmet.&nbsp; Sekhmet find."<br><br>And that appears to be that.&nbsp; No cuddling.&nbsp; No pillow talk.&nbsp; Nada.&nbsp; Which leaves the two questions of where she learned all of that stuff, and when she might decide to come back for another round!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-04-2007, 00:50:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John continues lying on his back for a good, long while, listening to the sounds of the jungle, resting in the cool shade of the threes, recovering from the brutal teasing of the cat-woman. Figuring the old man will probably be just as cryptic as before, and not wanting to put up with that, John crawls to his feet, pulls his shorts back up, and heads off in a random direction, deeper in the jungle, still keeping an eye out for where his camp is, so he can find his way back that evening.<br><br>Maybe answers lie within the jungle...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 21:15:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fortunately, it is not an easy thing to get lost on this island--the mountains provide a very useful landmark.&nbsp; And as John makes his way through the underbrush and the vines, he finds himself among what might be bunkers of some sort...<br><br>Wait.&nbsp; Not bunkers.<br><br>Overgrown buildings.&nbsp; Houses, perhaps?&nbsp; This is well away from the ruins he found earlier.&nbsp; Perhaps there was more here than the attackers found!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 21:18:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fascinating, he thinks to himself. I wonder who, or what, else might have lived here?<br><br>Throwing caution to the wind, though keeping an eye out for any more of Sekhmet's snare traps, he starts poking his way through the ruins, curious to see if there's anything useful that might be scavenged out of here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 21:22:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The good news is, John finds no more snare traps by walking into them.&nbsp; The bad news is that what he does find isn't very useful: these buildings have been open for the last several years, their contents partially exposed to the elements, and as a result there's very little that's worth trying to salvage or study.&nbsp; He gets a partial answer to one question, though--these are made of cement, which doesn't burn very well.&nbsp; So...whoever shut this place down might not have had the time to set demo charges or the like.<br><br>Still, it means that there might still be something, somewhere, that provides more clues to the why and how of things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 21:26:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dammit... this place offers more mysteries than it solves." Taking one last, quick look around the ruins, he searches to see if there are any paths or roads that might lead from this are to somewhere else on the island; if there's two compounds, there might be a road between them, and maybe a path leading elsewhere, too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 23:33:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finds a path that might have been a dirt road a few years ago...and, having run into them before, recognizes a snare trap <em>before</em> he steps into it!&nbsp; Maybe this way is not so safe?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 05:26:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A snare trap! "Sekhmet, I know you're out there! Come out of hiding, and stop with the damn traps!"<br><br>If she doesn't respond, he continues down the path, regardless, moving slower to avoid any other traps.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 05:34:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is no response.&nbsp; The trap does look as though it might have been set a while ago, but who knows?&nbsp; Stepping carefully around it, John makes his way along the 'road'...and soon enough finds another 'bunker' that looks far more intact than the others.&nbsp; It still has a door, for one thing.&nbsp; And the door has recently been opened, from the way the brush and vines have been cleared away from in front.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 05:41:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Curious and curiouser. Feeling a bit like Alice in Wonderland, given all the strange sights this island has to offer, he advances on the building, intent on taking a look, inside and out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 15:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door is heavy, metal, and some sort of institutional brown.&nbsp; It opens quite easily (surprise, surprise!)...allowing entrance into some sort of anteroom.&nbsp; Past this is another door, which also opens easily.&nbsp; Beyond that...<br><br>This must have been a storage facility or something.&nbsp; Most of what's in here appears intact...lots of MREs, crates piled high here and there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 17:44:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>So this is where she gets them from... damn, I was hoping to find where she slept, or something. Still... this might prove useful; it's indoors, and apparently sheltered, if all the MREs are still intact.</em><br><br>He takes a few minutes to scour the facility, and, if nothing useful turns up, he makes a mental note of where it is, and continues his exploration of the jungle, preferably looking for another road leading from this building.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 17:48:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Something indeed turns up: apparently someone had a personal stash of adult material.&nbsp; Several magazines are scattered about in the back of the main room...and not all of them are the softcore, 'straight and vanilla' variety, either.&nbsp; It appears the good Doctor Lysenkyo overestimated his 'daughter's innocence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 17:52:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Interesting... this explains some of it, but I don't think she can read, can she? So she didn't learn all of it through these..." he muses aloud to himself, tucking one of the more interesting ones into the waistband of his shorts for later.<br><br>If continued searches turn up nothing, he heads outside, in search of another road leading deeper into the forest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 18:46:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There isn't much else of interest in here: MREs and porno mags seem to be 'it'.<br><br>Exiting the former storehouse, he finds the trail again and pursues it deeper still.&nbsp; After twenty or thirty minutes (hard to tell without a working watch), he reaches another couple of low buildings, all overgrown.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 21:57:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They had one hell of an operation going on here, huh? How big was this place?<br><br>Following the same procedure as before, and keeping a close eye out for the cat-woman's snare traps, he heads towards the buildings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-04-2007, 16:27:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John finds no new snares.&nbsp; Apparently Sekhmet doesn't hunt around here very much...these buildings appear weathered.&nbsp; There's probably nothing salvageable here...<br><br>Plus he'll have to think about heading back, soon.&nbsp; The sun is sinking lower in the sky, and wandering around in the dark is probably not safe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-04-2007, 17:46:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Noticing the sun leaving the sky, <em>Damn, is it that late already?</em> John decides to leave these buildings unexplored, for now. He can scour them tomorrow, or the next day, or any of the days he's stuck on this island. Not like he won' have plenty of time.<br><br>Heading towards the mountain, he decides to take a direct route, cutting through the jungle rather than follow the roads he'd found, ever vigilant for Sekhmet's traps, knowing she'll either change the tactic or catch him unaware, anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-04-2007, 21:49:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He has no more encounters with snare traps, which are probably meant for a more normal sort of prey in any case.&nbsp; His trek goes without incident, and just before night falls, John reaches his campsite...where someone has left a boxed MRE for him.<br><br>She's almost certainly still around here someplace.&nbsp; The question is whether or not he's <em>safe</em>...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>28-04-2007, 21:58:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Thank god I made it through there aliv-- oh, she's left me food.</em><br><br>Figuring she won't attack him while he's eating, he begins cooking the MRE. She'll probably wait until he's finished before jumping him. He resigns himself to his sexy fate, as he digs into the pre-packaged meal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2007, 23:45:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having to deal with an amorous cat-girl of uncivilized temper and no particular sense of other people's privacy does wonders for John's ability to sense when the eyes of eerie things are upon him.&nbsp; Right around the time he finishes the MRE (tonight's menu is spaghetti with meat sauce), the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.&nbsp; Glancing around, it takes him a moment to find her lounging on a branch about half-way up a good sized three.<br><br>When she realizes he's spotted her, she yawns lazily by way of greeting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 05:20:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So how long have you been following me?" he asks, setting aside the vegetable dish of green beans, half as an offering to her, half because he can't stand the taste of green beans. "For a while, or did you just get here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 05:29:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie uses same camp.&nbsp; Easy to find."<br><br>She play-yawns again.<br><br>"Too easy.&nbsp; Mousie no fun!&nbsp; No scamper away and hide."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 05:33:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So this is all a game to you? I'm not trying to hide, I'm trying to survive, and find a way off of this island." <em>Just keep telling yourself that...</em> "Besides, I don't even know anything about this island, yet. I need time before I'll be able to hide well." He grins, knowing she's probably going to go after him soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 05:41:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is game," she nods.&nbsp; "Mousie is prey.&nbsp; Maybe when Mousie learns to run and hide, Sekhmet will be back."<br><br>But she makes no move to depart.<br><br>"Poor Mousie will be all alone," she teases in a soft sing-song.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 05:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John scratches his chin. "I see... I think. And what if I don't play, I don't run and hide? Then what will you do?" He's not terribly happy that she's toying with him. Maybe it's a cat thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 05:53:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pouts.<br><br>"Mousie must sleep sometime.&nbsp; Sekhmet will wake Mousie up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 05:58:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So would you rather I run and try to hide now, or just go to sleep and let you wake me?" he asks, with a smirk. He's really not in the mood to hide, now, especially with this nice campsite, here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 06:02:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie sleep.&nbsp; Sekhmet will leave be," she pouts.&nbsp; "Mousie need rest.&nbsp; Sekhmet wake in morning."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 06:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John frowns. He doesn't want to see her upset. "I'm sorry... are you wanting to play now? I'm just no very good at finding my way around here in the dark."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 15:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is okay.&nbsp; Mousie needs rest so Sekhmet can play harder."<br><br>She sounds miffed, but not particularly offended--unlike a regular cat, she seems to understand the concept of deferred pleasure.&nbsp; Sort of.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 17:42:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright... thanks... I guess." He shakes his head, slightly, not understanding her at all. "I'll... see you in the morning then?" he asks, as he makes ready his bed for the night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 17:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives him another lazy yawn and nods.<br><br>"Mousie sleep good.&nbsp; Sekhmet wake in the morning."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 18:56:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John nods, watching her as he settles into his makeshift bed, closing his eyes and drifting off to a restless sleep... ready to react if she wakes him, although, naturally, he lets his guard down long before morning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 19:09:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Contrary to her threats, Sekhmet does not wake him up in the morning.&nbsp; Instead, he finds her curled up, lying partway across him, one hand idly stroking his leg.&nbsp; Only when she is aware that he is awake does she get more intimate...gripping him through his shorts and grinning wickedly.<br><br>"'Morning, Mousie!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 19:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What an interesting way to wake up. One moment, dreaming about telling off his boss, laying into him really good, and making the fat little man cower... the next, opening his eyes to find a naked catgirl lying scross his body, petting his leg... the moment after that, she's squeezing his still slightly sore penis, eliciting a surprised squeak from him.<br><br><em>Dammit, now I'll never get rid of that nickname.</em> "Err... good morning?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 19:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Licking her lips at him in a most suggestive manner, Sekhmet's touch becomes...well...forward.<br><br>"Mousie squeaks," she giggles, speeding her hand a little.&nbsp; "Ooooo, Mousie is all hard again!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 19:44:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushes as she starts touching him again, his mind still a little fuzzy from just waking up. "Wh-wha... how did you learn all of this... stuff..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 19:48:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pictures."<br><br>She strokes him a little less firmly, licking her chops.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 20:05:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That explains it, then... the little catgirl finds the old magazines, and her cat-like curiosity takes over.<br><br>"I... I see..." He tries to think of more questions to ask, to keep her talking, but between her teasing and his clouded mind, he can't think of much more to say. He takes one of his hands up to her cheek, brushing it along her face and through her hair, if she lets him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 20:07:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His touch seems to please her well enough.&nbsp; She closes her eyes, purrs softly, and presses her cheek against his hand.<br><br>"Never got to try.&nbsp; Is fun!&nbsp; Makes Sekhmet's tummy tingle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 20:12:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Err... yes, it IS fun..." Why is he resisting this, again? Beautiful, albeit strange, woman wants to have sex with him as much as possible, while they're effectively alone on a desert island. Isn't this usually a teenager's dream?<br><br>"So, umm... what do you want to try, today?" he asks, petting her further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-05-2007, 00:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wanna make Mousie scream," she purrs, tightening her hold on him again, bending to graze her teeth along his bare thigh.&nbsp; "Make Mousie squirt!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>02-05-2007, 00:16:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets his hand slide down her face to her neck, shoulders, down her arm, his other hand coming up to run through her hair. He winces at the sharp teeth on bare skin, but grins. "You do that surprisingly well, considering you've never been with a man, before."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-05-2007, 15:51:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinks.<br><br>"Is easy.&nbsp; Mousie responds well."<br><br>But she seems quite pleased to be praised, and rewards him with another firm squeeze.<br><br>"Mousie likes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>02-05-2007, 17:50:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John grins, glad to have found something to make her happier. "Mm, yes, that does feel nice, but it's better when you rub it." He lets his one hand scratch her behind the ear, not sure if it's the same for her as it is for most animals, while his other pets down her side, across her back, and then down to her breast, cupping it gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-05-2007, 17:53:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In response to his hands, purring happily, she starts trying to work his shorts open.<br><br>"Good..."<br><br>And then she gives up, sliding her hand up one leg of his shorts to stroke him directly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>03-05-2007, 02:49:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John groans softly when her bare hand touches him, letting his hands continue their work on her, rubbing her breast, squeezing, finding the nipple and rolling it between his fingers. His 'excitement' at her work is obvious to the touch.<br><br>"Is there anything you'd like me to do to you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-05-2007, 17:42:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving a cheerful little meowing chirp, Sekhmet lets go of him and stretches lazily.&nbsp; Then, without a word, she throws one leg across his chest and straddles his face, reaching back down to stroke him again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>03-05-2007, 17:54:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Mmm, such a nice view. I wonder why she sto--mmph!</em><br><br>As his tongue stretches out experimentally to see how she reacts, his hands drift across her body, petting her down her back, caressing her tail, giving her ass a squeeze, fondling her breasts, and just holding her close in general.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-05-2007, 18:05:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasps aloud, lowering herself a bit to give him easier access, and strokes him faster.<br><br>"Ooooo, Mousieeeeeee!"<br><br>Nope, she's not enjoying this at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;;)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>03-05-2007, 21:49:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhh... unhh..." John groans as Sekhmet rubs him, letting his tongue explore eagerly, running from back to front, stopping at her clit to suck it for a moment, before running it back down, sliding it inside her and wiggling a little.<br><br>His hands continue to play with her, stroking with her fur, then running his fingers against it, brushing it up wild, then smoothing it down again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-05-2007, 05:15:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a soft, kittenish squeal of delight, she presses her sex down against his mouth.&nbsp; Working him free from his shorts, she bends far enough to flick her tongue around his head.<br><br>"...<em>good</em>!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>04-05-2007, 05:37:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Forgoing gentleness, he begins licking in hard, rapid strokes, occasionally stopping to softly tease her clit, loving the sound of her squeals and doing anything he can to get her to make more, a loud groan escaping his lips as her tongue touches his sensitive skin.<br><br>His hands have stopped covering her body, now both gripping her cheeks, pulling them apart and slipping a finger from each hand in to tease her inner lips, using them to pull them apart and let him in even deeper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-05-2007, 18:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She mewls when John pries her open, shifting her hips a little from side to side.<br><br>"Ooooooo...!&nbsp; More!"<br><br>Then she leans forward and takes him in her mouth, closing one hand gently around his base and kneading his thigh with the other.&nbsp; Bobbing her head up and down, she purrs...both in response to her own pleasure and to increase his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-05-2007, 07:16:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Groaning again in pleasure, goosebumps running down his spine as he feels her purring, John works his tongue eagerly, now alternating between quick, hard strokes, and gentle, slow ones. He shifts his body under her, thrusting slightly with his hips, in time with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-05-2007, 19:16:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She speeds up her bobbing in response, one finger brushing his perineum lightly as she works him as far down her throat as she can.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-05-2007, 23:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John's hardly able to keep up with he,r more so when she speeds up. He tries to hold out as long as possible, hoping to please her first, knowing that she'll be happy when she can get him to 'squirt'. A series of groans and a tightening of his muscles might indicate to her he's close to coming, unable to speak it aloud due to his mouth being... occupied.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-05-2007, 15:45:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She presses her finger against his ass suddenly, holding her mouth around him and purring until he loses control....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-05-2007, 17:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Is she... purring? Oh, god, that feels wonderful!</em> With a final grunt and a thrust of his hips, he shoots his load in her mouth, hard, crying out as he does so, hands tightening on her ass as he squeezes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-05-2007, 18:12:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She swallows, cleaning him off with that rough washcloth tongue...and sucks harder, as if trying her best to get him ready again, pressing her finger against him firmly enough to threaten penetration.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 06:41:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>God... god, she's horny.</em> After his climax, his muscles relax, which will let her finger in, even though he'd normally resist. All he can do is lie back and groan, letting his fingers pleasure her while he recovers, his head spinning, twitching at her tongue on his raw, sensitive member.<br><br>"Y-you're amazing..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 15:31:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mrrow!"<br><br>She presses her finger inside him, sucking even harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 17:53:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nnngh..." he grunts, as she forces a finger inside him, a strange an unexpected sensation. He keeps working her with his fingers, sliding two in and out of her, trying to keep up with her pace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 17:55:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet suddenly stiffens and lets him fall out of her mouth, yowling as she climaxes!&nbsp; This earns John nothing in the way of a respite, however.&nbsp; Soon enough, she's taken him back in her mouth, pushing her finger deeper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 22:13:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John leans in as she climaxes, lapping up her sweet juices and helping her along, glad for the brief reprieve, returning to using his fingers as she returns him to her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 20:57:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet makes a soft and delighted squeal at his touch, 'rewarding' him promptly by sucking even harder, coaxing him back to hardness.<br><br>"Mousie hold still," she says when she comes up for air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:05:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Not like I can really go anywhere... god, what does it take to satisfy her?</em><br><br>Still letting his fingers tease her, grimacing as she works her finger inside of him, gasping at the feel of her tongue across his member, he replies, "A-alright," as he lies back to let her work as she wants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:07:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she gets him hard enough, she pushes herself up and slides down his body, pressing her wetness against his chest, until she's in position to mount him.<br><br>"Mousie want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:12:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still a little embarrassed by the whole situation, he blushes and replies, "Yes... o-only if you want to, though. Don't feel like you have to." <em>Who am I kidding? Of course she wants to.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:18:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie says 'please'," she giggles, flicking the tip of her tail back and forth, brushing it across his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:22:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John nearly sneezes as she brushes her tail across his nose. "P-please, then... please fuck me." He blushes brightly, then closes his eyes, readying himself for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:23:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With another delighted giggle, she pushes herself down on him and starts gleefully grinding away.<br><br>"Good Mousie!&nbsp; Mousie gets reward...nnnn..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:28:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Although he tried to hold it back, John cries out as she comes down on him, resisting the urge to start thrusting, since she told him to relax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:30:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching one hand forward, Sekhmet cups his balls and waggles her fingers, massaging them as she rocks back and forth.<br><br>"Mousie like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:37:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His reply is immediate. "Ohhh, yes... unnnhh!" He reaches one hand around to between her legs, trying to rub her clit as she grinds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:41:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a giggle, her fingers drift lower, teasing his ass.<br><br>"And Mousie likes this, too...Sekhmet take Mousie?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 21:49:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-not as much... no... I, uhh, d-don't like anything in my... ass." <em>It's so hard to think clearly... she's amazing, such soft fur, so aggressive... what did I do to deserve this?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-05-2007, 18:34:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet giggles again.<br><br>"Sekhmet make Mousie cry that way...Sekhmet like hearing Mousie cry!"<br><br>Her finger presses against him.<br><br>"Mousie belong to Sekhmet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2007, 08:59:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John squeaks. <em>Oh, this can't be good.</em><br><br>He struggles and wiggles, trying to pull away from her prodding fingers... not like it'll make a bit of difference, either way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-05-2007, 15:25:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a laugh, she grinds down mercilessly, panting and gasping as he fills her all the way, teasing her finger against his back door.<br><br>"Sekmet...aaaahhhh...want to fuck Mousie...eeeeee...make Mousie cry..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-05-2007, 10:05:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Unnnh, oh, god, you're amazing... oh, fuck me!"<br><br>He yelps as he feels her finger pushing harder, trying to thrust against her keeping the momentum going.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-05-2007, 19:02:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie...ahhhh!&nbsp; Mousie want more?"<br><br>She wiggles her finger inside him, bouncing faster and faster on his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-05-2007, 09:53:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He couldn't deny it; this felt <em>good.</em> "Yes, yes... more, please, Kitty, more!"<br><br>Not sure why he came up with the nickname, but it sounded better, especially paired with 'Mousie'. He moves both his hands to her hips, to help lift her more easily, to rub her fur, and to tickle her a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-05-2007, 19:04:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slamming herself down on him, grinding against him in a long, slow, lazy circular move, she teases a second finger up his ass.<br><br>"Hee hee!&nbsp; Gonna fuck Mousie good, make scream!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-05-2007, 06:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ow, unh! K-keep going!" It's getting hard to think of objecting, any more. He lets one hand slide up to her breast, squeezing and rubbing it firmly, leaning up a bit to brush his body against her. He begins calling out as he builds towards a strong climax, squeezing her tighter the closer he gets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-05-2007, 16:06:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wiggles her fingers inside him, squealing with delight as he plays with her breast.<br><br>"Wanna take Mousie...just like little girl...make squeal..."<br><br>And then her muscles clench around him several times as she climaxes, the thoughts in her fuzzy little head more than enough to put her over the edge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-05-2007, 18:10:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he climaxes as well, he gives in to her request, and squeals. "Eeeee!"<br><br>He wraps his arms around her, hugging her tightly as they ride though it, kissing her neck and shoulders as he recovers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-05-2007, 18:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulls her fingers out and bends down, snuggling against him for a moment.<br><br>"Mousie like, huh?"<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, she props herself on one elbow, licking her chops lazily.<br><br>"...wanna take Mousie like girl..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-05-2007, 18:37:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still a little disoriented, he finally decides to ask, "You keep saying that... w-what do you mean?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-05-2007, 18:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She purrs louder.<br><br>"Can't do, but would be fun...make Mousie squeal...just like with fingers!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 05:54:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Realization dawns on him. "Y-you mean... you wish you were a guy, so you could..." He doesn't finish, looking a bit embarrassed.<br><br>He continues nuzzling against her, petting her gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 16:36:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggles and nods.<br><br>"Sekhmet is naughty..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 19:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A look containing a mixture of horror, curiosity, and surprise crosses his face. It's pretty much a blank stare.<br><br>"W-well, I'm glad you're not a guy, then... you're much prettier this way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 19:42:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She snuggles up again, purring louder.<br><br>"But it would be fun," she muses.&nbsp; "Make Mousie squeak, stroke Mousie until Mousie squirts..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 19:47:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-you do that pretty well, anyway. You don't need," he blushes brightly, "a cock up my ass to do that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 19:50:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pouts up at him.<br><br>"...would be <em>fun</em>..."<br><br>But then she lays her head on his chest again and purrs some more.<br><br>"Too bad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 19:53:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe for you, but not as much for me." His hands stroke her back, and he plants a sot kiss on the top of her head, before lying back again to stare up at the sky.<br><br>His stomach rumbles, reminding him that this was his alarm clock to wake up, and he still hadn't eaten yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 19:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few minutes she sits up again and pads off into the forest, returning a moment later with an MRE.<br><br>"Here.&nbsp; Mousie needs strength."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 20:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon blinks as she leaves... damn, she moves fast. "Thanks... do you want some?" he asks, as he sets about stirring up the fire and preparing the meal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 20:11:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No.&nbsp; Sekhmet hunts."<br><br>She sits and props her chin in her hand, watching him with glittering eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 20:12:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you don't mind me asking... what do you hunt? What is there on this island?"<br><br>He starts cooking the things that need cooking, munching down on a peanut-butter covered cracker. Mmm, tasty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 20:14:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rabbits.&nbsp; Birds.&nbsp; Fish."<br><br>She grins.<br><br>"Mousie."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-05-2007, 08:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine, if you want to play, I'll play. I'll spend the day trying to hide, and you come find me... in the late afternoon. No following me before then, okay? If you win, you can do what you want to me." <em>As if she doesn't do hat already.</em> "...but if I win..." He pauses to consider what he actually wants. His first response was 'help me find a way off this island', but... he's not sure he wants that, now.<br><br>Consider; a desert island, with enough food for quite a few years, no job, no responsibilities, beautiful weather, and a catgirl fucking him wildly. Why does he want to go home?<br><br>"If I win... you'll do what I say. Sound fun?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-05-2007, 16:04:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stretches and giggles.<br><br>"Is okay!&nbsp; Mousie prepared to get it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-05-2007, 06:17:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins and chuckles. "Only if you're prepared to get it back. We'll set the cutoff at sunset. So, no looking for me until the afternoon, and I win if you can't find me before sunset. Deal?" He holds out his hand for a shake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-05-2007, 15:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at his hand curiously for a moment, then shakes it.<br><br>"Deal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2007, 07:34:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins, though inside, he's panicking.<br><br><em>What the hell was that? Where did that idea come from? I don't stand a goddamn chance... she knows this island like the back of her hand, and I've been here two days. I'm not gonna last five minutes.</em><br><br>"May the best man... or, err, catwoman, win."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-05-2007, 18:37:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie just be ready to be taken."<br><br>With another giggle, she slinks off into the jungle again...putting a lot of extra sway in her hips as she goes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2007, 19:01:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John finishes his breakfast, or lunch, probably, given the time, and plunges into the jungle to find somewhere to secure himself for the day. He takes his time, since he has most of the afternoon, but he wants to find somewhere unusual. Preferably near water; he's not sure she tracks by scent, but he wants to nullify that advantage, if possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-05-2007, 22:51:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finding a hidey-hole that might possibly escape Sekhmet's notice is not easy, but John gives it his best shot.&nbsp; His hopes rise when she doesn't show up right away.&nbsp; Or even within the first hour or so.&nbsp; Maybe he might just pull this off!&nbsp; Just maybe!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 07:25:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Perfect... the perfect hiding spot. She'll never find me here.</em><br><br>As the time nears, he gets more and more tense, knowing she'll probably show up immediately after the imposed time limit... but as that moment ticks past, and over an hour passes, he starts to relax, get comfortable; he might just win this!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 16:32:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Less than fifteen minutes remain, by his estimate, when he hears two words:<br><br>"Hello, Mousie!"<br><br>...from waaaayyy too close by!&nbsp; From, in fact, right above him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 16:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I'm going to win, I'm going to win, I'm going to-- Dammit.</em><br><br>He glaces up, a disappointed look on his face. "Hello, Sekhmet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 16:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grins and giggles from her position halfway up a tree, Cheshire-like, barely visible through the foliage.&nbsp; It looks like she's been up there a long while...<br><br>"Mousie stroke himself?&nbsp; Wanna watch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 16:49:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He glares at her, then leans back, defeatedly. "Yup... you win. I'll do what you say for the rest of the day."<br><br>Sliding off his shorts, he finds a comfortable position, closes his eyes, and begins stroking himself... of course, the first image to pop into his mind is of her. He smiles and groans just a little for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 16:51:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggles softly.<br><br>"Mousie's <em>biiiiig</em>..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 16:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her voice helps, filling his mind with images of the past couple days, as he rubs faster and faster, groaning occasionally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 16:53:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What Mousie thinking?"<br><br>She slinks down the tree, taking her time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>22-05-2007, 05:57:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"About you," he says with a smirk. "About your soft, silky fur, your beautiful eyes, your warm body, your smell, your strength, your power..." He slows down a little, to draw it out. He likes talking to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-05-2007, 15:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet purrs.<br><br>"Mousie want to know what evil Sekhmet thinks?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>22-05-2007, 16:03:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins, slightly. "And what does evil Sekhmet think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-05-2007, 16:05:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie would scream nicely if Sekhmet took him."<br><br>She licks her chops, running fingers along her flanks and belly.<br><br>"Pooooor Mousie!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>23-05-2007, 06:19:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins. "I probably would... mmm, I'll bet you're nice and wet for me, aren't you?" He licks his lips, slowly. "You're eager to take me, hmm? Maybe I just ought to take my time here, this isn't too bad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-05-2007, 15:00:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie?&nbsp; What is 'bend over boyfriend'?"<br><br>The question, asked in such an innocent tone, is enough to throw anyone...but Sekhmet simply blinks and smiles at him, waiting with a hopeful expression.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2007, 06:40:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John opens his eyes to look at her, judge her expression. "I'm, err, not... exactly sure..." Which is the truth, he's not heard that phrase before... though, judging by her knowledge of literature, he can make a pretty good guess, and blushes from it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-05-2007, 15:18:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet pouts.<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Was curious."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-05-2007, 07:50:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John just smiles, and goes back to pleasuring himself, as requested. Before long, with a loud, probably over-done for her benefit, groan, he finishes, leaving a mess on the floor of his hiding spot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-05-2007, 17:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet giggles.<br><br>"Poor Mousie!&nbsp; All alone...need help?"<br><br>She uncoils and slinks toward him.<br><br>"Come on out, Mousie!&nbsp; Sekhmet no bite too hard."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-05-2007, 06:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John obliges, coming out from his hiding spot, crouched on all fours, looking a bit more feral than when he arrived.<br><br>"So what does Sekhmet want me to do, now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-05-2007, 06:25:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie stand up and turn around?"<br><br>She licks her chops, slinking closer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-05-2007, 06:37:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks a little confused, but nods, and does so, closing his eyes and preparing for whatever she's planning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-05-2007, 18:56:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet presses herself against his back, sliding her hands around his chest to tease his nipples gently and biting his shoulder.<br><br>"Is nice..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-05-2007, 19:25:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm, yes, it is nice."<br><br>He loosens up a bit, melting into her embrace, letting her do as she pleases.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-05-2007, 20:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bites him again, her fingers pinching his nipples lightly.<br><br>"Mousie feels good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-05-2007, 06:12:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slips a hand around her backside, rubbing her ass, pulling her close to him, giving a gentle pinch, as he leans back against her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-05-2007, 18:33:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nibbles harder, stroking his chest.<br><br>"Mousie bend over?"<br><br>Then she giggles, apparently still unaware of the implications...but perhaps drawing a new one in that 'mousie' seems to equal 'boyfriend'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 08:26:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He cringes a little, worried a little about what she might have planned, but... a deal's a deal, right? And he lost the bet. Giving her ass one last squeeze, he bends over, until his torso's at about a forty-five degree angle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 17:50:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a giggle, she starts giving him a backscratch, her pelvis bumping against his ass from time to time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>30-05-2007, 06:51:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John wiggles his shoulders a little as she scratches his back, grinding back against her when given the opportunity, leaning forward more and more with each stroke... he almost feels like purring like a cat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-05-2007, 15:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mousie likes," she says, bending down to nibble his shoulder, pressing her breasts against him and snaking one hand around to play with him.<br><br>"Mousie likes lots!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>30-05-2007, 18:27:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A low groan as she begins rubbing him answers that fairly well. "Mmm, yes, Mousie likes a lot." <br><br>Maybe surrendering to her isn't that bad, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-05-2007, 18:39:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hand slides down between his legs, straying into dangerous territory...and she giggles again.<br><br>"Mousie like this, too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>30-05-2007, 18:43:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He flinches, slightly, but really doesn't want to tell her off. "N-not as much..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-05-2007, 18:46:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John can almost hear her pout.<br><br>"Awwwwwww..."<br><br>But she leaves off, stroking him again and giggling.<br><br>"Too bad.&nbsp; Mousie would squeak soooo nicely...make Sekhmet all wet again..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>31-05-2007, 07:48:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling lightly, he lets out a few squeaks as she rubs him, more affectionate and less terrified than the ones she's used to, followed by a low, playful, cat-like growl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-05-2007, 15:23:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands close on him again, squeezing lightly and stroking.<br><br>"...wanna fuck Mousie like boy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>01-06-2007, 07:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John stammers a bit. "W-well... I can't really d-do much to stop you... you did win." He blushes and groans, though, as her hands start working him again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-06-2007, 16:03:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But Mousie does not want," she pouts again.&nbsp; "Mousie is scared?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>02-06-2007, 08:12:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A... a little, yeah. It kinds hurts, too. Maybe... some other time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 03:54:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bumping her hips against him, Sekhmet strokes him harder.<br><br>"Don't wanna hurt Mousie...just make him squeak..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 07:42:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trying to change the subject, he attempts to grind back against her, replying, "Mm, you do that well, anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 16:04:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Praise seems to mollify the cat-girl, although she grinds herself against him a little harder.<br><br>"Want to hear Mousie squeak, watch him squirt, take him deep..."<br><br>She nibbles his shoulder again.<br><br>"But would hurt.&nbsp; No wanna hurt."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>04-06-2007, 08:31:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groans as she grinds harder, pushing back just as hard. "You can do most of that, anyway... just... not in my ass, please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-06-2007, 17:56:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet makes another soft and disappointed noise, but her hand never stops and her affectionate nibbles continue.<br><br>"Can't anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>04-06-2007, 18:53:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John decides to stop trying to discuss things with her, and instead closes his eyes, focusing on the sensations at hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 03:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet strokes him harder, nibbling his shoulder.<br><br>"Mousie like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 07:19:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Unh... oh, yes, Mousie liiike" His hands rub against her, as best her can, stroking down her back and squeezing her rear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-06-2007, 17:49:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet's hands suddenly slow down.<br><br>"Mousie want go home?&nbsp; Leave island?"<br><br>She sounds suddenly introspective, almost sad...not at all the aggressively playful minx she has been.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-06-2007, 19:39:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John has to consider this for a moment. Finally, he smirks, and replies, "Only if I can take you with me. Otherwise, no."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-06-2007, 06:15:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet sighs softly and 'rewards' him with more strokes and a gentle nibble on his shoulder.<br><br>"Mousie have pride?&nbsp; They not miss him?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-06-2007, 07:24:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"S-sort of. Some family, my parents and brother, but no wife, kids. They might miss me, though, they never thought I amounted to much. My brother was the star; the athlete, the doctor, the married one..." <br><br>He sighs, shuddering slightly as she hits just the right spot.<br><br>"... my boss'll probably be furious, but I don't care, anymore. They'll all probably think I'm dead, which is just fine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-06-2007, 18:29:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet makes a curious little purring noise, repeating the 'good' hit.<br><br>"Is no mated?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-06-2007, 18:47:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No... no 'mate'. I was, once... but we, err, got angry at each other, and she left. I haven't seen her for years." He gasps and shivers at the touch again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-06-2007, 18:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No?&nbsp; Poor Mousie..."<br><br>She nuzzles him again.<br><br>"Poor, poor Mousie."<br><br>Then she nibbles his neck again.<br><br>"Sekhmet help!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 07:01:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're doing a fantastic job already," he says, with a light laugh, moaning into her nuzzling and nibbling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 16:16:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Purring again, she slides one hand between his legs to tease his balls and perineum.<br><br>"Is no hurting?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 18:23:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, aah... no, that doens't hurt. Keep doin, mmm.... keep doing that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 19:07:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She continues to tease him, her strokes slowing down.<br><br>"Mousie like, huh?"<br><br>Then she slips partway around him, catching his nipple between her teeth, flicking the very tip of her tongue across his flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 19:34:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes widen, a gasp of surprised pleasure escaping his lips. He resists the urge to grab her and start kissing her; she won, tonight, so she gets to lead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 19:35:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her finger probes him a little more directly as she nibbles him, her hand suddenly speeding up on his hardness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 20:15:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John groans as she speeds up, leaning into her and placing an arm around her shoulder to draw her in closer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 20:18:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mewling softly, she brings one leg up until his head is brushing along her thigh on every stroke.<br><br>"Mousie like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 07:18:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivers as she rubs her leg against him like that. "Ohh, ohh, yes... you seem to know exactly what to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 15:30:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her finger probes a bit more directly as her hand tightens on him firmly.&nbsp; She nuzzles his chest, craning to nibble the other side of his chest as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 18:38:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John decides to return the favor, a little, placing his hands on her shoulders and massaging them... a little awkward from this angle, but he does a good job of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 18:47:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmmmm..."<br><br>She lets go of him and slides completely around in front to nuzzle his chest and cuddle up against him.<br><br>"Mousie is so big and hard!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 18:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John blushes at the compliment. <em>Funny, my wife complained I was mall, before she left...</em><br><br>He pulls her closer to him, savoring the feeling of being with another person again, moaning at te wonderful work of her hands. He can feel another orgasm building, though still a ways off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 18:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her teeth close around his nipple again and she purrs as she hugs him tightly.<br><br>"...mmmm..."<br><br>Suddenly still, she seems quite content with his presence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 07:03:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not wanting to disturb her suddenly peaceful moment, John simply continues to hold her close to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 15:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few minutes, Sekhmet slides her arms around John's muscular shoulders and tries to climb him, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles in the small of his back so that she can kiss him.&nbsp; The advantage of this position is that her sex brushes against his head...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 19:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shifting his hands lower, to just beneath her tail, to help hold her in the air, he takes the kiss eagerly, gently thrusting his hips forward to... get her attention, and seemingly ask permission for entry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 19:54:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shifts to allow the connection, then sighs long and low as she sinks down on him, clenching her muscles repeatedly once he's all the way in.<br><br>"Good...good Mousie...Sekhmet want..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 20:09:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moans loudly into the kiss as she slides down on him, squeezing her tightly as she clenches around him. <br><br>"What... whatever you want, I'll give you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 20:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Almost," she giggles.&nbsp; "Mousie won't let Sekhmet take him...aaahhhh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 20:27:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushes, about to respond when her movements hit him just right, causing him to groan, having forgotten how close he was. As his breathing quickens, he starts to use his hands to lift her and lower her on him, thrusting with his hips as well, to get some motion going, as he silences her cry with a kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 20:29:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lets him work, clinging to him and chewing on his neck as he moves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 20:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keeping a steady rhythm, it's not long before he gives one, final thrust, crying out as he comes again, deep inside her, squeezing her tight against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 20:45:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives a soft growl in the back of her throat and clenches around him again.<br><br>"Bad Mousie," she teases.&nbsp; "Sekhmet spank!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 07:47:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John grins. "Mm, that could be fun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 15:46:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pouts playfully as she slides off of him.<br><br>"Sekhmet spank hard..."<br><br>Licking her chops, she adds "Too bad Mousie won't let Sekhmet take him!"<br><br>Fortunately, by now, he's getting used to the 'I'm only teasing' tone she adds when she doesn't mean to be taken seriously.&nbsp; This is one of those times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 20:35:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Too tired to do much objecting, he simply smiles, turning around and bending over to allow her to spank him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 20:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives him a playful swat, not very hard...<br><br>"Silly Mousie!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-06-2007, 09:48:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John laughs. "I know you can do better than that, and I know you want to... go on." He wiggles his butt towards her a little, encouraging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-06-2007, 17:03:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing, she swats him a lot harder, then again...and again...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-06-2007, 00:51:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John flinches, at first, but seems to be getting into it pretty quickly. "That... actually feels kinda... nice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 14:57:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a giggle, Sekhmet swats him harder...then reaches between his legs to tease his perineum and balls before delivering another swat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 17:53:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasps as she teases him, louder as the swat comes again. Nothing like what he's used to, but, then again, nothing she does is. He places his hands on the ground, to help brace himself, wiggling his reddening rear invitingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 17:57:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bending her head, Sekhmet plants a teasing bite on his butt before the next swat, reaching around to play with him again.<br><br>"Oooooo!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 18:00:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John squeaks at the feel of her teeth, not expecting it in the slightest. "You're doing that on purpose!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 18:01:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingers brush his back door again.<br><br>"Mousie is soooooo tempting and cute when he squeaks..."<br><br>Another swat.<br><br>"Sekhmet like!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 18:31:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another squeak follows the strike; he can't seem to help it. "I'm glad... you like it." He manages a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 18:33:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shifting around behind him, she grabs his hips and pulls him back until her pelvis is grinding against his ass.<br><br>"Mousie think bad thoughts," she asks teasingly, giving him another bump...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 18:42:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins, grinding back, though wincing a bit. "Can't think about much else, around you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 18:44:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slows her grinding, still holding him against her.<br><br>"What Mousie thinking?"<br><br>One hand leaves his hip and teases along his flank.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 18:57:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mm, not about anything in specific... more remembering all the things you've done to me, already."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 19:07:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting go of his other hip, she slides her hand between them, teasing his perineum.<br><br>"Mousie likes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 19:21:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John shivers, moaning lightly. "Mm, yes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 19:23:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She presses her finger against him directly, grinding her pelvis against his butt again.<br><br>"And this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 19:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tenses a little, but relaxes again. She won't hurt him... right? "That... not bad..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 19:33:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling, Sekhmet slides her other hand back to grip his hips.<br><br>"Stroke, Mousie..."<br><br>Then she leans forward to kiss the back of his neck, her nipples brushing his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 19:41:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John leans back into her, moving his body to rub against hers, moaning as she kisses him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 19:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her finger presses against him again, but does not force entry.<br><br>"Mousie getting hard again?"<br><br>She nips him lightly.<br><br>"Naughty Mousie!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 19:58:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A little slower to appear than before, he is, indeed, ready for action again. "Naughty Sekhmet is what should be said" He grins and laughs, one hand reaching around his back to rub her flank and squeeze her rear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 20:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She straightens up again and resumes her mock thrusting, keeping her finger against him.<br><br>"Mousie want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 07:24:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you do, so badly... then, yes." He's not sure what changed him mind; there's just something irresistible about her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 15:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Licking her chops, Sekhmet teased her finger inside him again...not very far, and gently enough not to hurt him.&nbsp; Giggling, she bumps her pelvis against him again, mock-thrusting.<br><br>"Mousie liiiiiiike?"<br><br>She reaches around, her furry fingers teasing his head.<br><br>"Oooo!&nbsp; Mousie like lots!&nbsp; Sekhmet do harder?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 17:02:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually... it's not that bAad..." A little embarrassing, but not bad. And it's not like there's anyone here to see...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 17:03:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wiggles her fingertip, teasing his cock and grinding against him.<br><br>"Mousie want more?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-06-2007, 08:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-yeah... but be gentle!" He stops moving so much, letting her work, not wanting to bump something the wrong way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-06-2007, 15:27:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kisses his shoulder again, her finger going no deeper.<br><br>"Poor Mousie feels so hard!&nbsp; Is hurting now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-06-2007, 18:23:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, n-no... not hurting now." He manages a smile, followed by a groan as he returns his mind to the hand working his member.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-06-2007, 18:27:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bumping gently against him, stroking him in time to her 'thrusts', Sekhmet shifts a few times, dragging her nipples across his skin.<br><br>"Is naughty?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-06-2007, 18:40:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mm, yes... you're very naughty, Sekhmet." He needs to think of some pet name for her... Sekhmet sounds so awkward. Kitty? Pussy? He grins at the thoughts. It's not like she knows what that means...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-06-2007, 07:06:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her finger teases a little deeper.<br><br>"Sekhmet fuck Mousie almost just like Mousie fuck Sekhmet," she giggles.&nbsp; "Is fun!&nbsp; But only if Mousie likes...no fun if Mousie is hurt!"<br><br>Her hand tightens on his cock.<br><br>"No want hurt Mousie, not for reals."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-06-2007, 07:22:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles. Well, at least he knows for certain, now, that she doesn't want to kill him...<br><br>He grunts a little as she thrusts deeper, trying to get used to the new sensation, holding still so as not to jostle something in the wrong place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-06-2007, 19:35:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet bites his shoulder again, pumping her finger slowly in and out in time to her slow strokes.<br><br>"Mousie like this better?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 08:34:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warming up to it, still a little uneasy, he replies, "Yeah... that's not bad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 16:07:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pressing her finger deeper still, she speeds her hand on his cock.<br><br>"Mmmmm...fun..."<br><br>More kisses and nibbles follow.&nbsp; Her hard nipples scrape his back from time to time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 17:50:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He starts grinding back against her again, starting to really get into it, his breathing coming quicker.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 18:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nips him.<br><br>"Mousie liiiiiike?"<br><br>And again.<br><br>"Too bad Sekhmet can only do with fingers..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 18:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squeaks as she nips him, grinning. "Yeah... yeah, Mousie like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 18:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Easing her finger all the way inside, she holds it still and clamps down on his shaft.<br><br>"...getting wet..."<br><br>Nuzzling his back, Sekhmet purrs to him.<br><br>"Feels good, making Mousie feel good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 19:42:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins, as he grinds back against her. "Mmm... I can feel it... glad you're happy" He groans again, her hand on his shaft feeling wonderful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 19:46:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggles, moving her finger inside him again.<br><br>"Mousie gonna squirt?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 19:50:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It... it might be a while. G-guys can't come as often as girls." He blushes a little... though, at this rate, it may not be too long.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 19:52:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awwwwwwww..."<br><br>Her hand speeds up.<br><br>"Then, if Sekhmet had a toy...Sekhmet could do this to Mousie lots and lots!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 20:15:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He winces, not liking the thought of that. "Yes... yes you could."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 20:17:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She purrs louder.<br><br>"But only if Mousie would enjoy it," she adds softly, stroking him a little slower.&nbsp; "Only if Mousie thought it was fun, too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 20:30:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John blushes. "M-maybe... I'd much rather be doing this to you.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moreau Island (Jerimiahh and MadPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 20:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sekhmet giggles a little louder.<br><br>"Oooo!&nbsp; Mousie got bigger!"<br><br>She clamps her hand around him again, just below the head.<br><br>"Does it make Mousie squirm, knowing Sekhmet wants to fuck him like a boy?"
			</dd>
		</dl>
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