Date: Mon, 15 May 2000 08:58:08 EDT
From: CeTe <CeTe@gmx.li>
Subject: CeTe's Zoostories XIV - The Cosmic

CeTe's Zoostories XIV
The Cosmic

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Erotic encounters between the oddest species in the zoophile cosmos.

Love Is in the Air

A great herd of colossal diplodoci peacefully roved the barren plain to
another fruitful forest. The leader, a one-hundred-and-twenty-foot-long and
seventy-year-old male, walked first elevatedly followed obediently by his
nine devoted females and their twenty-five rising youngs. Unannouncededly,
he halted, sniffed arousedly. Love was in the air.

The dominant male smelled at once one of his subject females had gotten in
heat. Highly excited, he yelled out and commenced flushing a whole barrel
of his steaming urine onto the dry, stony ground. His heaty female
immediately responsed to his expressive scent, trumpeted ear-rendingly. He
encircled her agitatedly, she lifted her muscular tail, inviting him to
mount her then.

With a quake-making leap, the strong dinosaur sprang onto her hard back,
pushed his huge penis into her greasy cloaca to fertilize her numerous
eggs. Carrying his gigantic weight of fifty tons, the mated female enjoyed
his unusual fondness that enticed them both to climax quickly. Six gallons
of his slimy seed began streaming into her, founding a new generation.

Witch Bitch

She was straying along the dark street. Quite a delightful dalmatian: a
perfect body, snow-white fur, jet-black spots, sparkling eyes but in spite
of the esthetic grace, nobody loved her. She did not know sincere affection
nor who she was. All she recalled was her cruel master having beaten her up
day after day She ran away. It was at the end of October, and if she did
not find shelter soon enough, winter would freeze her life-giving blood,
making her die an icy death. She did not mind how cold the fall wind was
blowing; she was out to find true love.

The old clock of Lyon's reverend cathedral stuck twelve. She stopped. There
was s slight noise. She lay back her black ears, hearing a distant growl,
and at the very same moment, she smelled a familiar scent: It was another
dog. The roused bitch started running thru the calm lanes.

Pantingly, she reached a remote manor at the municipal periphery. All was
quiet. She sniffed. The luring smell was coming from inside. She slunk
around the noble villa till the stumbled on an unlocked backdoor. The
wakeful hound stepped thru the silent darkness, climbed up the high stairs
to the second floor, stood still. There it was; the other dog was near. She
felt its heavy breath. Her sharp gaze fell on a husky dalmatian baring its
blazing teeth; his blood-red prick was glittering in the pale
moonlight. She knew he was horny.

He snarled, she froze too scared to stirr. Putting his scratchy paws around
her velvety flanks, he sprang at her, shoving his stiff dick into her
tender cunt. She enjoyed, though her tiny hymen tore and his swelling knot
stretched her virgin vagina to a new limit. Their boundless lust rose with
each of his violent thrusts. Just when they were having a common climax, a
harsh flash blinded her gaping eyes.

"Pour l'amour de Dieu!"

An elegant man in a silky nightshirt was standing at the open door. Her
angelic pulchritude bewitched him on the spot. The tied bitch made him join
in the fiery fucking. He undressed and lifted his smooth leg over his
yowling dog. His erect penis slid into her exposed asshole. Both throbbing
dicks gelling her touchy innards at once brought her to a second
orgasm. She got a lovely home.

(c) CeTe