Tweet The Jungle Book: I don't own any of the characters, and I am not trying to make any money. This story is intended as an epilogue to Disney's The Jungle Book. I have only seen the original and read the Wikipedia page about it that constitutes research, right? I have found out from aforementioned research that there is actually a sequel movie to The Jungle Book, which I obviously have not seen.
If this story conflicts with that movie's continuity, I apologize and suggest you pretend not to have seen it. Further research might indicate I know even less about the biology of the involved fauna. I acknowledge inaccuracies but maintain they are for the sake of a simpler, and hopefully more enjoyable plot. New Beginnings Kaa the python made his way among the lower canopy of his hot, tropical home. He was distracted, as he often was, by finding something to sate his growling stomach.
So distracted that he almost didn't hear the sound of footsteps in the underbrush of the jungle floor, or the melodic humming of a feminine voice. He immediately noticed the human girl when she stepped out onto the riverbank, gathering water in her earthen jug. Somehow, Kaa thought that this girl looked familiar. She was obviously from the local man-village, who often came to the river for its clear water and abundant fish.
Kaa had not partaken of human for a long time. As delicious as human meat was, the jungle animal that ate one would usually be hunted down and killed by other angry humans. Even though he was famished, Kaa doubted he could get away from a mob of humans with the tell-tale bulge in his coils. He had just resolved to continue his hunt elsewhere when he finally recognized her. She was the female that Mowgli, the man-cub, his nemesis, was spending all his time with. Ever since Mowgli met her, seeking refuge from Shere Khan's last rampage in these parts, it was jungle gossip that the two had been close.
The thought of Mowgli thwarting Kaa's repeated attempts to eat him made Kaa reconsider his resolution to not eat her in his stead. But her closeness to the man-cub gave him a better idea, and he silently drew nearer to the river's edge. Shanti pushed a stopper into the now full jug of water. She turned back toward the village and began her short hike back. She sighed wistfully, thinking about the wonderful wild boy who had joined their village. Since Mowgli had arrived, a few years ago, she had grown very fond of him indeed.
The elders had assumed that he was seeking shelter, for there was evidence at the time of the man-eater Shere Khan prowling the jungle. At first communication had been difficult, consisting of grunts and pointing. But he quickly learned to speak, and had proven his desire to help his adopted home. He was strong, agile, clever and very charismatic. And though he desired to learn from and help everyone in the community, Shanti could tell he paid special attention to her.
Some of the elders joked that Shanti had, in fact, "lured" Mowgli to the village for the first time, while retrieving water, like she was doing now. It was a charge she didn't deny. Both of them had grown a lot since then. Mowgli was becoming a strapping young man, toned and handsome. He could run fastest, jump highest and was the best hunter in the village. While he was in the village he would wear modest, if loose, clothing, but could take off into the jungle in his signature red briefs at a moment's notice.
And as all the young village women could see, those briefs had been putting in overtime lately. She herself had developed into a fine young woman, a prize all the village men were vying for.
She was somewhat tall, more than five and a half feet, and slender. As a girl, she had once accompanied her parents into a nearby town, and had seen the traveling belly dancers there. Shanti knew she was as slender and curvy as any dancer she had seen, with long, smooth legs and round, full breasts that stood out proudly from her chest. Her silky black hair, done in a braid, hung to the middle of her back.
Her complexion was smooth and a dark shade of brown, perfectly framing her deep almond eyes and red bindi on her forehead. Her colorful garments did little to hide her from the attention of the local boys, and older women often told her how blessed the village was to have such a beautifully blooming flower among them. Shanti never let it go to her head though, because just as Mowgli had taken an interest in her, she had taken one in him.
Both remained very friendly, but grew shy around one another as a result of their infatuation; Shanti because her upbringing of submission to men, and Mowgli because of his lack of experience in dealing with girls, whom he had never even seen before he met Shanti. She sighed sadly at the thought, for she was already betrothed to a man in another village.
A man she'd never met and knew little about, but that mattered little to anyone. It was tradition, and it meant that they both knew they could never be together. These thoughts had distracted Shanti enough to give Kaa his opening. He slowly lowered his head down from the lowest branch, right into the path. The girl, still daydreaming, turned from admiring the surrounding jungle to see a vine hanging in her way.
Just as she motioned to move it aside, it twisted around, and stared her in the eyes. Realizing that it was a snake, and a large one at that, Shanti's eyes grew wide and she was about to scream.
The scream died in her lungs, however, because the snake's eyes began to swirl and change colors. She sighed and slumped her shoulders, but her eyes remained wide, swirling with colors all their own, mimicking her ambusher's. The colors grew and spiraled, and seemed to fill her entire vision. She felt so relaxed and warm staring into the swirling colors, as if she were slipping into two deep, comforting pools.
Kaa had her right where he wanted her. Kaa led Shanti away from the path, deeper and deeper into both the jungle and his eyes. Never breaking contact, he made his way slowly and somewhat clumsily toward a remote and seldom-traveled section of the jungle.
Here, resting in his lair, Kaa soaked in the stifling jungle humidity and took in the sight of his dreamy-eyed captive. She breathed slowly and evenly, causing her chest rise and fall in a way that was itself hypnotic. Kaa deepened her trance until he was sure she was ready for what he planned. In the heat, Shanti was beginning to sweat, but her nipples had become hard, and stuck out against the dampening fabric. This was a clear sign, both that Shanti was excited by the feeling of her own helplessness and that she was ready for the next phase of Kaa's plan.
Shanti didn't show any signs of response, only continuing to stare into the colors. You can't really underssstand me, can you? It slid across her mind like a fine silk, and she grew even more relaxed, even as the swirling colors and seductive hiss enflamed her senses. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, and her breathing became slightly quicker, less regular.
Her desire, her need was growing; what she desired, needed, Shanti couldn't quite put her finger on, but she was very interested in finding out. Perhaps, thought Kaa, this might work after all. Then pleassse, allow me to guide you, my dear Shanti's only reaction was a slight widening of her dreamy smile and a flush of her cheeks, on some level aware of someone undressing her.
Jussst let yourssself go, let yourssself feel ssso good, ssso sssexy. Shanti could almost tell what she wanted, what she needed. The colors and the hiss were just about to tell her. All she needed to do was watch and listen and they would tell her. Something smooth and scaly wrapped around her wrist and moved it to her chest. What did it want her to do? It had already taken off her sari. Suddenly, it dawned on her. Kaa was pleased when Shanti began to slowly unbutton her blouse, letting it fall to the jungle floor.
Her chest was already covered in a fine sheen of sweat by the time the garment hit the ground. The ankle-length skirt was soon also pooled at the feet of the enthralled young woman.
Her breathing grew even faster, and her skin even more flushed impressive for someone with such a dark skin tone. Now Kaa began to feel the heat, and not just the literal body heat of his warm-blooded prey.
It had been a long time indeed that a female python of sufficient size had passed though his part of the jungle. He slid several feet of his thick body against her, at first just enjoying the warmth, but then reveling in the sensation of his scales on her skin.
He hissed involuntarily, his flickering tongue tasting the mammalian musk in the air. At the moment, Kaa was unable to tell exactly who was seducing whom, and he nearly broke his hypnotic gaze in his stupor. He was jolted from it, however, when Shanti gasped from similar stimuli.
Even with her senses in disarray, Shanti still recognized the feelings she now felt. The pretty colors had shut down the more logical parts of her mind, and the hiss had awakened more primal ones.
Shameful urges she usually only felt around Mowgli were hitting her much harder now, and with instinctive clarity. It was as though when her subconscious had been unlocked, it had kindled and stoked an animalistic heat.
She now knew what she badly needed. She needed to mate.