Jezebel's Hike
Jezebel glanced up at the sun high overhead. It was uncomfortably warm, she was thirsty and tired, there were bugs everywhere, and she hadn't seen another hiker or even the trial itself for hours. The young human girl was isolated and had little more then her backpack and her wits. It was one of the best things ever invented, she decided firmly.
She had taken up hiking only recently, when her desire to get away from people started to get too strong. At the age of only eighteen, the big cities were loud and crowded, but out here, she could stretch herself in every direction without having to worry about dealing with annoying teachers or nagging parents.
She had been on this trail for a day now, making the most of her long weekend. It wound through hills and valleys, giving her a constant change of scenery as she walked. Leaving the marked trails far behind in the expansive state park, she had been seeing more and more animals. Deer were as common as birds out here, and she had stopped to toss some peanuts to a family of raccoons earlier.
She walked for hours, sometimes stopping to rest and drink from her canteen. She had a wide hat to keep the sun off her face, but was wearing mostly sunscreen to keep it off her skin. She had only a short, loose shirt and a pair of thin underwear, but out here with no creepers to leer at her, why bother with more?
As the day began to wind down, Jezebel took a seat on a fallen tree, admiring the sunset and thinking that this would be a good spot to make camp for the night. As she started to gather kindling for a fire, she felt a little uneasy. She hadn't spent many nights outdoors, and was nervous about it, even with the experience she had. All worries about bugs or rain left her mind, however, when she bent down in front of a bush to grab a stick, and saw a pair of large golden eyes staring back at her.
With a yelp and a jerk, she fell backwards, scrambling to get away from the large cat that bounded out of the bush. Her mind raced. What could she do?
Her pack. Her pack had a stun gun in it. She had packed it just in case, and it was right over there! She turned, crawling, scrambling for the pack, when suddenly the cat, probably a cougar in this area, knocked her forward, her face hitting the soft bed of pine needles. She froze. This was it. She was going to get eaten by a mountain lion out in the middle of nowhere and become a damned cautionary tale for her classmates. She waited. She waited some more. She still wasn't dead. Odd.
She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at the cougar behind her. He was still there, still looking fierce, but... he seemed more interested in sniffing her raised rump then anything else. Now, she could feel his nose (and it was a male, she saw now, with his long red shaft hanging loosely below his body, not quite erect but definitely out. Oh no, he thought she was a female!
Jezebel had, she admitted to herself, been taking advantage of her privacy out here to play with herself throughout the day. This poor beast probably thought she was in heat! As she thought, the cougar was trying to get to her moist mound. Beginning to lick her through her panties. She heard him start to grown behind her, and felt teeth nick her skin as he bit down, tearing the underwear away with a loud rip.
At the first touch of his tongue, all fear left Jezebel to be replaced with lust. She'd never had sex before. Never done anything with a man before. And that rough tongue just felt so good tracing over her pussy. As he licked, over and over, she raised her now exposed ass into the air, giving the cat better access. As the scratchy licks began to push into her folds, she moaned, startling the cougar and making him pause, but only for a moment.
While the cougar was getting used to her moans, and her taste, Jezebel took the chance to pull off her shirt before she lost it the same way as her panties. Holding herself steady with one hand on the ground, she used the other to rub her smooth breasts, adding to the pleasure she was feeling. All of a sudden, the licking stopped. Jezebel stopped too, fear coming back into her mind, as two furred legs planted themselves on the ground next to her head. She sighed and pressed herself up against the fuzzy underbelly of the big cat, enjoying the feel of its fur as it stood over her.
Having watched enough nature shows to know what came next, Jezebel flattened back down to the ground, rump raised high, her breasts getting pricked and scratched by the ground below her. In a moment, she felt the burning heat of the cougars shaft as it pressed between her cheeks, pumping, but missing. The cougar getting more wild with its thrusts, frustrated. Not wanting to miss this, Jezebel reached back with one hand, gently grasping the long, spiny penis, guiding it to her opening. Gasping softly, trying to relax, she was still caught off guard as the cougar pushed forward, tearing her virginity apart and giving her a painful shock as the sudden entry, the pain of her first time, and his barbs all hit her at once.
Not waiting for her to recover, the animal began to grind its hips into her. Pumping over and over, Jezebel feeling like her insides were being torn apart. He felt so much thicker then he looked! Half crying, half moaning, she pushed back with her hips, trying to fit more of that cock inside of her; it hurt, but she had to have more. The cougar obliged, thrusting in all the way, hilting inside of her, slapping at the outside of Jezebel's soft cunny, stimulating her like never before.
As Jezebel began to near her peak, the cougar above her latched onto her shoulder with his teeth in a mating bite, and began to pump his ample seed inside of her womb. The pain, and the sudden fire inside of her, was enough to push Jezebel over the edge. Feline cum poured into her, filling her to the brim and running down her thighs, making her belly bulge slightly with the sheer amount of it. She let out a scream of pleasure that was sent birds flying from their hiding places, cumming around the barbed cock of her feline lover, her passage contracting over and over, trying to pull as much seed from him as she could.
The cougar released his bite, sagging down, pulling the still-cumming Jezebel sideways with him, and spread out on the ground of her almost-campsite. Pushing up against her new friend, his penis still scratching her insides with its barbs, she wondered exactly how she was going to explain a new pet to her mother. Somehow "he followed me home" probably wouldn't stand up to scrutiny if her mom happened to notice her new cuts and bites, or the way she seemed to swell a little bit now from everything inside of her. If nothing else, she could at least come back here to visit. Maybe bring a friend or two...