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                For

those of you too lazy to figure out the year, it was nineteen seventy eight. It

was one hell of a howler, and while I had someone to keep me warm under the

covers, the raging blizzard pretty much covered over everything in a blanket of

frozen white.

                Malkia

was very much in heat, and more receptive to attention than I was able to give.

But I did try my damnedest to satisfy her. After the chair episode, I managed

to coax her off so that I could get up. I made some hot chocolate, fed her and

her brother some meat from the refrigerator, and tried to tune in the

television again. We didn't have cable, if that was even available back then.

I've never been much of a sit-down-and-watch kind of guy. I preferred hands on.

Literally.

                I found

it hard to drink my cocoa with her trying to regain a seat on my lap. I sighed,

setting down the mug and hoisting her up. I was dressed again because of the

cold, but that didn't stop her from trying to initiate another round. I must

say that if it weren't for the extenuating circumstances, I would have been

right on that. I was simpll beginning to see that this storm was far greater

than any I had ever encountered.

                In the end,

I drank my cocoa luke warm before I pushed her off and headed to my bedroom. She

followed with her tail held high. I turned on the space heater, got undressed

and climbed into the bed. I left the top sheet and comforter open, and she

climbed right in, purring up a storm nearly equal to the howling outside. I

dropped the covers and pulled her close.

                She

immediately went into a crouch. It figured. To match her this way was going to

require me to be sitting up on my knees. That meant losing my covers. I wasn't

up to taking that much of a chill, despite how warm she was.

                I

tricked her by giving her a good rubdown. I started on her back and worked down

to her tail, knowing that the end result would be her rolling over on her back.

She did. She always wanted her belly rubbed.

                Since I

was stripped down this time, things were going to be simpler, but not necessarily

easier. She still had her paws, and a trimmed claw wasn't necessarily a

completely dull one. The trick was going to be in keeping them off of me.

                I

straddled her, sitting over her tail and commencing her belly rub. The feel of

that soft, luxurious fur was like no other, and her rumbling vibrated the bed

as I massaged my fingers through it. I did that for a while, as a sort of

foreplay, knowing full well she didn't need it. I did. It hadn't been that long

before that I had blown, and I needed the extra time to get back in the mood.

                Ok, it

didn't take that long. Once I warmed up (my feet were freezing) I got a hard-on

in no time. I spent a fair amount of time just rubbing it over her crotch and

belly.  She was rumbling like an

earthquake, and twitching every time I passed over her labia. I finally gave in

and pressed the head of my cock against her opening and gently pushed.

                It was

easier gaining entrance this way. She was wet, and probably in part due to my

earlier deposit within that hallowed tunnel. 

I slid in without a hitch and pressed my advantage to the hilt. Her

tongue came out and randomly licked the air. I took that to mean, oh yeah, that's the way.  It was working for me too.

                I had

her back feet on either side of me, though they seemed to creep up on their

own. Since she wasn't extending her claws, I was good with it. Her pads were a

little rough, but in no way detracting from the experience. I lowered myself

along the top of her body, finding her to be the most exquisite, exotic and

adorable feline partner one could imagine. I put my arms up around her neck and

went to it.

                I suppose

I'm jumping the gun here, but by the end of the night I was in love. I also

ended up sweating my ass off. But let's get back to where I was. I was in

heaven. The blizzard raged outside the walls of the clinic, but the real tempest

was under the sheets.

                I

never, in my entire life, ever thought I'd say those words about an animal.

Yet, they were never truer.

                Each

thrust into that wonderful feline body was nirvana. She had her front paws on

my shoulders, claws retracted, as I glided across that silky smooth coat of

hers. I went from holding her neck to pushing up on the bed, for her chest was

more pronounced than mine, and I didn't wish to inhibit her ability to breath.

That still left plenty of space from my crotch to her rib cage for us to touch.

                The rumble

she was emitting was better than a vibrating bed. If you don't know what I'm

talking about, you're probably not old enough to be reading this. Let's just say

it was something a lot of sleazy motels had in them. Stick in a quarter and it...oh,

go look it up.

                I was

digging my toes into the mattress and forcing my cock in to the hilt and

beyond. I so wanted to climb right in there and take up residence. I would pull

out nearly all the way and hold it for a minute before pushing back in. She

seemed to prefer the inward push rather than the tease, but she couldn't have

one without the other. I was trying to make both direction as pleasurable as I

could.

                Eventually,

I sat up, ditching the sheet and comforter because frankly, I was hot. It was

amazing how much heat a big cat could produce, and I was no slacker either. I

had sweat dripping off of me by the time I flung the bedding to the floor.

                I was

sitting up now, and had her lower legs pushed forward as I slammed into her

hole. Her front paws were flopping wildly, and on a lark, I leaned forward and grabbed

them. She didn't fight me, allowing me to pull back on her upper body as I

worked. Despite the unique circumstance, or perhaps because of them, I was

wondering if I might right a paper about this experience. I nixed it right

away. The world wasn't ready for hearing about my little animalistic sex-capades.

 Consider yourself lucky you're hearing

about them now. So much time has passed that it hardly matters what I did back

then. People wouldn't believe it as being true anyway. Not without photos.

                Having

drained the tank once, the next round was slow in coming, a godsend if there

ever was one. As the sweat dripped onto the sheets, I continued to assail that

piece of prime feline pleasure-hole like there was no tomorrow, which the way

the weather was holding, was a distinct possibility.

                I

eventually let go of her front paws and grabbed a hold of her lower legs,

pushing forward with each thrust in an attempt to get in deeper. There was no

chance of that, but it was worth every ounce of energy I applied to the task.

She thought so too, leastwise from her visible reactions. Her growls and mews

(you heard me right) filled the air, and I think the noise stirred up her

brother, because he started to growl and roar.

                This

lasted a good twenty minutes. Despite the cold of the room, the sweat continued

to pour off me as I ground my body into hers. I could feel the rising; that

telltale sign, and I fought it down for as long as I could stand it. That wasn't

very long. I ended up pumping her so hard her backend came off the bed, and

that caterpillar-like tail was whipping around like a willow branch in the

wind. When I came, I held myself against her as tightly as I could, and I felt

her body react to mine once again. So if anyone ever tells you that female

anima's don't have orgasms, it's a lie. I've seen it in species that I did not

expect it from. And Malkia had it down pat.

                Once I

reluctantly slid out, I got up, got some water to drink and a towel to wipe the

sweat away, while she walked over to her brother's cage and sprayed him. I

thought it was a rather rude thing to do, and he sniffed the air and growled.

At this point, there was no way in hell he was getting out of his cage. I valued

my skin way too much.  

                I was

beginning to chill, so I laid another blanket down on top of the mattress

(there was a wet spot of course) and she and I climbed in. I believe she was hoping

for another round, but hey, I was exhausted. Somewhere in the middle of the

night I kicked off the comforter. It was plenty cozy under the sheet. I had my

very own bed warmer, and she was amazingly adept at her job.

                In the

morning we got up; Malkia stepping gingerly to the floor while I was a little

less delicate. I threw my clothing on, cold though it was, and checked on her

brother. Under normal circumstance I would have risked them both out, but with

her being in heat, I didn't feel like sharing. Besides, he just might get a

little hard to manage and it was only me. I was no fool.

                The

snow outside was still blowing and drifting something terrible. I threw on my

coat and tried to force the door open. It was no use. Even the windows were

under thick layers of the drifting powder. I finally resorted to using the

hatch to the roof. There at least it was clear. Getting down was no problem,

but getting back might have been. I dropped back into the building and grabbed

a rope, securing it before tossing it over the side. It hit snow three feet

down.

                Trust

when I say that I never want to see that kind of snow again. Many of the buildings

were snowed shut, and I had to say a little prayer and move on. The aquarium

was running, so all the heaters and pumps were still functioning. The domestic

from the petting zoo were chilly, but they had heaters so I moved on. In some

cases, the snow was a blessing, because it ended up insulating the buildings and

kept them from losing heat.

                I made

as many rounds as I could manage, and several times got lost in the whiteout

conditions. I had to figure out where I was and orient myself when I managed to

find a structure I recognized. It's a pretty scary feeling let me tell you. By

the time I made it back to the clinic, climbed the rope to get me to the top,

and back inside, five hours had passed. Malkia was almost frantic until she saw

me.

                I hit

the floor on my feet and she hit me with hers and we were both down on the

concrete. That raspy tongue made short work of warming up my face.

                "Thanks

girl. I think you're more suited to this shit than I am. What I wouldn't give

to have that coat of yours!"

                She

finally let me up. She was as bad as a dog with separation anxiety. I knew what

she wanted, but to be honest, I was fucking cold. My teeth were chattering and

my skin felt hard and cracked. I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee

and turned on the oven to generate more heat. After six cups of joe, I felt

suitably revived to take my coat off, which she took as meaning it was playtime

again.

                The bed

did look awfully comfortable, and I already knew that I could finish warming up

quite well under the covers, in the embrace of my wonderful Malkia.

                She

beat me to the bedroom.

                Females!