From: hookah@.ucsc.edu (Molly McButter)
Subject: Cougar
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
I found this on a local bbs - I did not write it. I'd like to find out who
did, though! Enjoy:
Cougar
Draped across a bench in her large, intensely private, walled yard,
Cougar allowed her downy body to become beaded with sweat in the dry
radiance of the overhead heaters. Her perspiration released an
invisible vapor of perfumes from the oils that had been massaged into
her skin. She let herself experience the sensual feel of the freed
molecules as they wafted into her nostrils and teased her tastebuds.
Now and then a breeze, produced by hidden mechanisms at the edge of
the yard, would spring up and evaporate the droplets of moisture,
cooling her body as it caressed her breasts and thighs. Whenever the
pacing presence of her newest lover-client, as he strode to the window
of her house several yards away, intruded upon her meditations,, she'd
tense and have to begin over again. She was striving for a mood of
heavy odorous sensuality for this stranger from the moon's sterile
domed colony. Her intent was to be an overwhelming part of his welcome
home to the lush fertile earth. He was one of the wealthiest mine
owners; she wanted his patronage very much.
Above her a video flashed reproductions of erotic Victorian art.
Cougar had spread her legs to let the breeze touch her genitals. The
pictures were not arousing the sexuality she wanted. She stretched,
turned her head to assess the situation in the house and then, looking
back to the screen, her eyes widened. She stopped the frame, wondering
why the sight of the slender dark-haired woman-child sitting in a
walled garden, so pleasurably caressing her girlish slit with the ear
of a sweet and tractible doe, caught her attention.
"Ah, yes," she thought to herself, "the zoo." She felt the blood
begin a steady, tumescing flow to her vulva at the memory of animals
mating, and hot, wet sex under a naked sun.
Some creature had been crashing blindly through the underbrush and
Cougar and her companion, then lover-client Zea, had leaned over the
rail of their chauffered zoo transport to see better what it was.
An eight-point stag had burst into sight and had started trotting
alongside their vehicle. His nostrils flared red, his eyes were
glazed, and when he swerved into a clearing a little farther on,
Cougar ordered the vehicle stopped. A doe stood in the circle of trees
and brush, framed in the filtered sunlight. She raised her tail and
turned her rear to the stag. Moisture was oozing from her vagina.
The stag's thick neck was engorged; the veins that created a thin
tracery under his taught silky hide coursed with the hormone-filled
blood that made him into a blinded rutting male. A pinkish, dripping
penis was edging out of his hair-covered sheath. His rear end had
begun a reaching humping motion as he slashed at the ground near the
doe. At last he leaped her, grasping with his forelegs, and thrusting
into her.
When it was done, Cougar could hardly speak. She and her companion
and the driver fell to the floor of the transport and rutted as
quickly as the two deer.
By the time Cougar had waded about in her reveries, her vulva were
swollen and wet. When she went in to her new lover, she delighted him
with her heat. As he moved in and out of her, she whispered fantasies
to him, and he came in choking gasps to images of the golden sensual
Cougar coupling with the tawny rutting deer.
The dark man was Sul Ad'd. Over the months he made her richer, and
his passionate moodiness enhanced her own recent moods like a strange
new spice. For prior to the advent of Sul Ad'd, Cougar had been spending
more than half of her time muddling about in the sweet ennui of
self-pity. By the time she was aware that she was delving too far and
investing too much in these emotions, her vocational role conditioning
that she not show her feelings to clients had already overcome the
possibility that anyone else would notice her personality slipping
toward morbidity.
Cougar chose to believe she was suffering from "boredom--screaming,
aching boredom." She would raise the thoughts to a subvocal level as
she gazed into the mirror part of her bedroom wall. Practically
incapable of wrinkling her face from it's smooth porcelin-like cast,
she resorted to expressing her emotions in a series of dialogues with
herself. She never spoke out loud. Those words might go into the
household computer for analysis. She told her wall that she felt she
neede more practice at the expressionless expression expected of her.
Even as she let words flow through her mind, she stood there watching
herself wonder if she could even allow herself the luxury of thinking.
"Wouldn't it," she grimaced internally, "wrinkle my brain?"
"Perhaps," she replied, "I should work at becoming as smooth inside
as I am outside. Ah, but what the difference? You," she told her
reflection, "are a prisoner inside that fine-boned beautiful skull."
She felt mildly alarmed at a new habit of viewing herself as if she
were standing to one side. She noted she was even doing that in crowds
of late. So day after day she'd gaze at her sculpted face, viewing the
pacings of her mind as she waited for Sul Ad'd to come have sex with
her. Sometimes with him she'd forget about her prisoned mind. He'd
tell her of life and death inside and out of a domed city. She's tell
him of her safe and never-once-endangered life. And she told him of
Zea, the lover who had taken her to the zoo, who had given her the
viewing crystal of ancient erotica, and who delighted in feeding her
strange ideas about men and women. That same lover had named her
Cougar, laughingly saying her name would also become her totem. She
had made the young Cougar stand in front of a mirror as she held up a
portrait of the yellow cat so Cougar could compare it with the
golden-skinned, golden-eyed primitive that stared back.
Sul Ad'd said her name was appropriate, but that sometimes she
reminded him of the hot earth and a ripening wheat field on a
blistering day. As he said those words, he visualized a huge stag
grazing in the middle of an empty field.
One day Sul Ad'd arrived at Cougar's house laughing and leading a
strange caravan that included a cage containing a tranquilized
yearling deer.
"It's a cull from the zoo herd," he told Cougar. "I bribed the
zoo keeper to put me at the top of the pet list." Pointing at the
hapless animal: "They were going to feed him to the wild cats and I
said I knew a Cougar who would like him alive. Do you like him? Do you
want him?"
Cougar smiled a smile that said she was laughing with him, and
walked around and around the cage staring at the staggering deer.
"He's the most wonderfully beautiful creature I have ever seen."
"Good," said her lover. Then gesturing toward the other trucks:
"That one has hay for him to eat, the next is the fencing and new
plantings. I shall redo your compound for his new home." But as he
watched Cougar staring in awe at the animal, he felt a jab of envy and
impulsively told her so. At her puzzled smile, he felt his prick begin
to swell. Then he went to work changing the yard area into a maze-like
forest with a glen. Cougar was awed at the wealth that could
transplant rare full-grown trees, and buy so many of the
ordinary-looking shrubs genetically altered to mature in weeks.
Throughout the winter Sul would go to Cougar's and watch the
growing relationship between the yellow-gold, lithe-muscled woman and
her pet, now named Deer.
As Deer's first spring approached, his budding maleness erupted,
showing first in the growing fuzz-covered antlers on his head. As the
male hormones formed and filled his bloodstream, swelling his neck and
thickening his shoulders, he started to respond to the estrogen-heavy
perfumes of his owner. He would shiver in pleasure when she touched
his flank lovingly, and would turn his head and bury his quivering
nostrils in the hair beneath her arms, inhaling her odors, her
perfumes.
When Sul Ad'd watched the two, raw lust would fill his mouth at the
rut he saw building in the young deer.
Late in spring, with Sul Ad'd watching, her touchings and caresses
found the deer's genitals. Pushing back the fur-covered sheath, she
looked up at her heavily breathing and astonished lover on the porch.
She slid her mouth over Deer's slippery penis. Deer plunged a bit,
then settled down into a gentle humping as she sucked and stroked his
ejaculate out. Cougar became sexually hot, as she had as a pubescent
girl watching and contemplating others at sex, thinking it something
forbidden, nasty, and delectible. She put her fingers to her clitoris
and exploded. Running her nipples along Deer's silky hide, she finally
lifted her head enough to meet his puzzled gaze. She touched his
snuffling nose. He was slashing at the ground with his hooves. Cougar
flinched as he suddenly turned and bucked his way across the
compound.
All summer his maleness grew. The antlers sprouted more and he
rubbed and scraped at the itching felt-like covering. Not a tree or
wall was free of his mark. Each time Cougar sucked and played with his
pink prick he'd hump into her mouth and hands harder. Cougar's own
fascination grew until one day she told Sul how much she longed to
have Deer fuck her, and how afraid she was of his strength.
One time she spread musk oil on her cunt and leaned over in front
of Deer's head. She didn't know if she was pleased or dismayed by his
reaction. His nose shoving against her vagina nearly pushed her over.
So she stood up and pulled on his balls and stroked the contents of
his sheath until Deer's thick fluid dripped across her hands. Sul Ad'd
went to her and entered her before she could make herself come. And as
he stroked her and soothed her afterwards, plunging his fingers into
her vagina as they lay on the ground, he came again--this time against
her leg--while he looked up at Deer's damp sheath.
The next time Sul showed up at the compound, it was with another
truck in tow. This one contained a pseudo-log, designed to hold
Cougar's body face up at about the height of a female deer, yet safe
from Deer's dangerous feet. He had it placed in the center of the
glen, sideways to the porch where he liked to stand and watch Cougar
and Deer. Then, scrutinizing Cougar closely, he brought out his next
gift, a container of liquid. Setting it down on a table, he said it
was the urine of an estrous white-tailed doe.
Cougar spent most of the afternoon watching Deer from her room. The
bottle seemed to be in the center of her mind as a silent dare, while
her eyes turned continuously to the log-shaped device in the center of
the compound. Several times she walked outside and placed herself
within the carefully contrived folds that his her torso, arms, and
legs from the potential slashing of the hooves. Each time the
sensation of having only her vulva exposed aroused her further. At
those times Deer came up and sniffed at her, and once he ran his
rasping tongue from her anus to her clitoris.
Sul was a silent backdrop. In his waiting he was perhaps more
catlike than Cougar had ever been, in spite of her name. Finally he
asked her what she was thinking. Cougar pointed to the battered trees
with the remnants of dried skin from Deer's desperate attempts to
clean his growing antlers. "He's so powerful."
But then she took up the container and a swab, and rubbed the
contents around her genitals and into her vagina. She mixed it into
her perfumes and added it to her oils, and had Sul massage them into
her skin.
Deer reacted almost immediately when she went outside, her naked
body glistening from the oils. He quivered at her touch, shoved at her
with his head, nibbled her arm and neck, sliding his haunches in her
direction. She ran her naked breasts along his side and again leaned
over so he could smell her cunt. His tongue shot out to taste her, and
as he wiped his tongue along her vulva she could feel him stiffen. He
pushed at her and slashed the turf. When Cougar turned to see him, his
nostrils were distended, the glaze of rut was spreading across his
eyes. She moved quickly to the log and placed herself within it's
safety. Deer's confusion showed itself in his nervous dance around the
log. His penis was beginning to unsheath, his rear humping
rhythmically as the odor of estrous doe filled his system. He tossed
his head, his neck now a nearly straight column driving up from his
shoulders. He had entered rut. Cougar's fear and awe gave way to the
same lust she had felt in the zoo transport at the spectacle of
single-minded sexual energy. She was shaking from her heat.
Deer reared above her, lashing out, and came crashing down with a
leg on either side of the log. He was humping the air, seeking
connection. The motion was so fast that Cougar froze. Her orgasm
vanished in a surge of fear. For the first time in years, tears fell
from her eyes and her face lost it's eternal smoothness.
Sul was nude on the porch staring intently at Deer, his own hips
moving in unison with Deer's. Sul's sex was engorged to bursting with
buttocks squeezing together. His whole being was drawn into the sexual
vortex of the driving Deer. At the moment the animal penetrated
Cougar, Sul ejaculated, sending sticky drops onto the ground at the
bottom of the stair.
At last Deer disengaged and stood, spent and spraddle-legged, a few
feet from Cougar's head and closed eyes. Only the sound of heavy
breathing filled the compound. Cougar heard Sul's step and turned her
head to look at him. He was stroking his still-swollen cock between
his two hands, his hips still moving--rhythmically fucking
nothingness. His lips were drawn back in a rictus of lust. Letting go
of himself with one hand, he went to the sated Deer and tugged at the
retracting penis. He kept at it for whole minutes, trying to arouse
the creature's passion again, still moving his hips, still squeezing
his buttocks together, pumping his own swollen prick.
When he gave up on Deer, he found Cougar's staring face and turned
and placed his mouth on hers, his hands on her breasts. He pulled at
her hair, her ear lobes, and pushed his fingers into her vagina,
pressing the front wall against her urethra until she became again
caught up in sex. When he started fucking her, putiing his cock into
the mixture of blood and sweat and semen, she finally came. As her
orgasm subsided, the familiar sensation of stepping to one side to
watch her life overwhelmed her. As Sul Ad'd stroked in and out of her,
she saw her face regain it's smooth, professional, and porcelin-like
cast.
Wheatsinger
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