Warm Places
WARNING!!!: There are no anthro characters in this story. Just some weird-ass stuff happening to a feral bobcat. Oh, and a quick look over at the tags also might help you decide if you want to keep reading.
So yeah, it looks like I'm gradually starting to write again. And here's hoping the formatting is still recognizable after I finish uploading this thing...
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It was late autumn, when the trees were mostly bare and the first snow was only a week or two away. The forest was already becoming rather quiet as a good portion of its inhabitants either migrated south or found places to hibernate for the next few months. Most predators were sleeping a lot more now, even if they weren't into full-on hibernation.
Such was the case for the bobcat that our story focuses on. She'd been quite lucky, having found a rather deep and spacious old fox den to retreat to between hunts. The previous owner was long gone and no other animals had tried to move in. So the bobcat could stretch out and sleep better than she ever had before. This was mostly a good thing.
One of the problems with good sleep, however, is that one becomes much harder to wake up. And another animal did eventually decide to move in. A solitary snake of some rare (and I mean very rare) species had caught the bobcat's scent and slithered into the den while she slept. It then began to slowly, carefully wrap itself around her, going under and around her legs and torso while the feline whined and pawed at the air. And just as she started to wake up, the snake bit her.
The bobcat shot fully awake as the fangs sank into her thigh. The snake quickly withdrew and pulled its head out of the way as the bobcat's teeth snapped at it. She began frantically pawing and scratching at the creature coiled around her, the snake constantly moving through her fur to avoid anything sharp. The bobcat rolled about and contorted herself into all sorts of shapes as she tried to find an angle to sink her claws or teeth into the attacker, all to no avail.
It wasn't long before she was overcome with exhaustion. Exhaustion and... something else. The intense rage and panic that had fueled her pointless struggle were fading, replaced with a strange calm and a sensation of warmth. A warmth that was becoming particularly strong between her legs...
The bobcat collapsed to the floor, the snake quickly moving the bulk of its body out from under her as she fell and rolled onto her side. As she lay there panting, the snake slithered down to have a look at her rear. Its tongue flicked out over her slit, tasting the scent of her rising arousal. The venom was working perfectly so far.
The bobcat whined and bucked her hips as her induced heat rose, the snake all but forgotten until it started to probe its snout into her. It pushed hard against her sex, twisting and turning to fit between her swelling lips. She cried out as her slit was quickly spread wider than it had ever been before.
The snake's entire head had disappeared into her slick but tight passage, its nose resting right up against her cervix. It twisted its head around as it curled its neck up and down, screwing into her and pushing against her insides at all angles. The bobcat growled softly from all the strange new pleasures. Not only was she being filled right up her limit and possibly a little past it, but she was getting an excellent massage from the inside. She kicked at the air and bucked her hips in time with the snake pushing up and down into the sides of her passage.
It wasn't long before she reached climax from all this attention. She howled as her mind was overcome with bliss, arching her back as her tight cunt squeezed even tighter around the smooth bulk buried inside her. The snake kept going, twisting and turning inside her while she writhed in ecstasy, slowing down only when the exhausted cat's body had finally stopped shuddering and contracting around it.
After a moment, the snake slowly withdrew from her, its head slipping out of her stretched-open passage with a wet sucking noise. Making sure to keep itself wrapped tightly around the bobcat's panting body, it slithered its way up to meet her face-to-face. She stared back without a hint of fear or malice in her eyes.
She no longer cared about having been bitten - or much of anything else for that matter, while the venom clouded over her mind. Right now, she was filled with the afterglow of an orgasm better than any male bobcat could give her, and the snake coiled around her smelled so lovely. She gently licked at the snake's snout and was rewarded with a taste of her own juices.
Now the snake was certain she was ready. It pressed forward, the cat's muzzle gladly parting to let in the sweet-tasting creature. And she offered no resistance when the reptile probed the back of her throat. Carefully it pushed further in, the cat's throat bulging slightly as it slid into her stomach.
The snake's body glided through her fur as it headed into her muzzle, more and more of its length disappearing down her gullet. And finally its tail slipped into her mouth and was swallowed down into her. Her belly was noticeably bigger now, and appeared to be moving as the snake squirmed around inside her stomach.
The bobcat casually licked the last remnants of her own taste off her lips. She then curled up where she lay, closed her eyes, and tried to get back to sleep. The snake, meanwhile, set about laying all those eggs that needed a warm place to incubate.
The bobcat awoke early the next day as sunlight streamed down through the den's entrance. She lazily stood up and yawned as she stretched out. She then casually twisted around and licked at the bite wound from the snake's fangs. It was becoming rather sore, but it wasn't anything she couldn't live through.
Then there was more movement inside her. She felt her throat parting as her visitor slithered back up. The bobcat reflexively crouched down and opened her maw, the snake's head soon appearing. It paused for just a moment, tongue flicking at the air, before swiftly sliding the rest of its body out onto the den floor. The cat closed her mouth again and briefly shook her head.
The snake curled itself up in the warm spot where its host had just been sleeping. Said host curiously sniffed at the strange creature. She didn't understand what it had done, but she didn't feel like the snake was really a threat. And who knew? Maybe it would do that trick with its head again.
So the bobcat climbed out of the den to go off hunting while the snake patiently waited for her to return.
And the snake was still there, of course, waiting in the exact same spot when she got back. It lazily uncoiled itself as the bobcat crawled back down through the narrow entrance and slithered over to greet her. As she stood there and watched, it spiraled up her front leg and again wrapped itself around her body, coiling around limbs and over her back. It also made a point of burying itself as deep into her fur as it could get, leaving only a few places where its scales were still visible.
The bobcat wasn't really concerned by any of this. In fact, she was beginning to unconsciously associate this part of the snake's behavior with the bliss of having her cunt stuffed and pounded like it had been the other day. The biting part was just a vague, distant memory by now.
She yawned and sat herself down in her favorite spot again, being a little careful not to crush her new companion against anything. She curled up and eventually drifted off to sleep with the snake pressed tightly against her warm body. In her dreams she lived out her own version of the tentacle rape fantasies so common among humans.
The next time she awoke, the snake casually slid off of her while she stretched and again took over the spot where she'd just been sleeping. Once again it coiled around her body like a living harness upon her return, staying hidden in her fur while she slept. And her dreams were even more vivid and explicit than the night before.
This turned into a regular routine for the two of them. The snake would stay in the den while the bobcat went out into the cold and fed on the slower or clumsier small mammals until she was full. Then the bobcat would come back and the two would sleep together until hunger roused her once again.
Though she was often roused by the events playing out in her unconscious mind as well. The usual dreams of hunting and exploring with packs of other cats in a surreal paradise were increasingly giving way to a new and strange sexual fantasy. She would find herself inside another den, or hollow tree, or some other private shelter that she was now sharing with an endless number of affectionate snakes.
They all scrambled and tumbled over one another to climb onto her, gliding through nearly every square inch of her fur. They would eventually find their way inside her, not just down her throat, but through every hole. She purred in ecstasy as one snake after another slid into her stomach, or disappeared between her swollen pussy lips, or was swallowed into her tight tailhole. Yet another snake was always right behind it to stretch out the passage again as it pushed its way into her. Her belly expanded without limit, an untold number of snakes forming a great writhing ball inside her.
The dream would often end with her snapping awake, howling out in the middle of another intense orgasm. The one real snake that kept her company would smell her increasing arousal and set about plunging itself into her wet cunt while she dreamt. After waiting a few minutes for her body to cool down and the snake to pull back out of her, the bobcat would close her eyes and gradually drift off to sleep again.
The two of them continued this relationship through the whole of winter and into the spring. And all the while, the bobcat's belly was slowly expanding, eventually giving her the appearance of being pregnant with quite a huge litter by the time the first buds began to sprout. It did slow her down a bit, but that simply meant she had to spend a little more time to track down even less physically gifted prey. It also helped that many of the seasonal prey species were beginning to return.
As the days grew warmer, the snake became a more permanent fixture on the bobcat. It stayed tightly coiled around her even while she was outside the den, hardly moving at all for days at a time. It had fortunately placed itself to avoid blocking the motion of any part of the cat's body, so her increasingly heavy stomach was really the only thing she had to worry about.
Then one day the snake suddenly became active again. It was squirming around, rubbing against different sides of her belly, apparently quite interested in it all of a sudden. After puzzling over this for a little while, the bobcat felt something else starting to move. Something inside her.
She retreated to a small hiding spot amid some tall bushes to wait out whatever was happening. The movement inside her seemed to be speeding up a bit, and she could feel muscles in her stomach contracting on their own. There was also a sensation of her insides being shifted and stretched as a huge mass made its way toward her rear.
The bobcat slowly lowered into a crouch as a clear, sticky fluid started to leak from her tailhole. The snake finally loosened its grip on her body and sat itself on the ground beside her watch what was happening. A short gush of the pre-like liquid poured out of the cat's rear, followed by a surprised cry from her as the first egg bumped into her tight pucker.
She hadn't been able to tell just how huge it was when it was still deeper inside her. But now it was shoved against her tailhole, the inside of her ass stretched taut around its girth. And there was only one thing to do.
The bobcat shut her eyes and focused on pushing the massive object out of her. Her tailhole's virgin status wasn't helping; it opened a little to show the egg's pearly white shell, but nowhere near enough to pass the whole thing. The bobcat relaxed, the egg sliding back into her a little, her hole closing back up.
This time was a little more serious. The bobcat dug her claws into the ground, baring her teeth, and pushed with all the strength she could muster. Her ass noticeably bulged outward as the egg pressed against her tailhole, gradually forcing the opening to stretch wider and wider. More of the egg started to peek out... And then the bobcat reached her limit.
She whined as the egg was sucked back into her rear, sore tailhole closing up behind it once again. Panting, she gathered up her remaining strength and prepared for another attempt. The egg had to come out sooner or later, after all.
Her body shook with the effort as her pucker ballooned out once again. It opened a little more easily this time, exposing the curve of the egg. The ring of pained muscle squeezed its way to the widest part, then suddenly pulled itself shut again as the egg slid out of the cat's body and thudded into the ground. A few streamers of the sticky lube ran from her loosened hole down to the egg.
She slumped her body in relief, relaxing now that the first egg was finally out. But then she felt the second one suddenly slide into her rear, eliciting a pained moan as it bumped into her abused tailhole. She still had a ways to go before she could relax for good.
Luckily her rear had been loosened up a bit by the first egg. The second one slowly emerged from her bulging, dripping tailhole, coming to a rest just before the widest point. The bobcat managed to take in a breath while holding it in place, then pushed the rest of the way. A sharp pain accompanied the final stretch as it was squeezed out of her and plopped onto the ground next to its sibling.
The bobcat was feeling a bit conflicted now. Mixed among all the straining and pain was an unusual sort of pleasure. There was something she liked about having her ass filled nice and tight, even if it was a little more than she would have wanted. The eggs were also pushing rather hard against her pussy from the inside as they came out...
Her brief reflections were interrupted by the third egg sliding into her sore ass. She braced herself and pushed again, her tailhole pressing outward and then suddenly slipping wide open to let the egg out. As the pain faded and her wet pucker closed again, she began to purr softly from the pleasure of both abuse and relief. Her pussy was now almost as wet as her swollen tailhole.
The fourth egg was even easier, as she became accustomed to the pain of stretching and her ring of muscle gave up its resistance. It slipped out of her rear amid a small shower of that sticky fluid and thudded to the ground. The feline's tailhole remained gaping open while the next egg was forced into place by her contracting belly.
That egg had soon emerged from her loose, slippery tailhole and fallen to the ground. One after another the eggs were shoved and squeezed out of her, both her ass and pussy dripping while her belly gradually deflated. The internal massage from the eggs brought her up to the edge of orgasm and let her body slowly tip over it. She whined and moaned as a soft, slow climax rode through her body as the eggs continued to slide out.
Eventually the last egg was hugged by her loosened rear and pushed out as her climax finally faded away. Exhausted, the bobcat shakily stood up, streams of the sticky lube still leaking from her gaping tailhole. She slowly turned to look back at the rather sizeable clutch she'd laid. The snake was coiling itself around the eggs, collecting them into a little mound and guarding against whatever might threaten them.
The bobcat stood and watched the snake for a moment, then turned and casually strolled off into the woods, leaving the eggs with her unusual partner. All told, the experience had actually been rather enjoyable after that one initial bite. She decided she wouldn't mind being visited by one of those strange reptiles again.
And of course there would be plenty more of them around in the future.