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Spirit Of the Outback

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

4th October, 2017,

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James wished he'd been more attentive, as he felt the 4WD he was driving begin to shimmy, then knock and rattle, the temperature gauge pegged beyond the H mark – before with a gasp and wheeze, the entire engine died and steam boiled from beneath the hood of the car like an enraged fire breathing dragon. He had not meant to travel so far, but one turning of the dusty, corrugated road had opened a whole new vista, then another and another – and before he had known it, he was deep into the outback – far from help and the last service station was some six hundred and thirty kilometres behind him...

He picked up the handset for the too way radio, but all he received from it was a burst of static, then nothing.

“Stay calm - “ James told himself, as he felt the merciless Australian sun beating down on land and vehicle alike, quickly turning it into what felt like an oven.

43C temperatures were considered mild, for where he had found himself – literally – the wrong side of the black stump. Another five hundred kilometres to the west lay the great desert – and only now, as he climbed out of the car which became intolerably hot, did he realise his errant mistake – and start to regret it. He had been out exploring, taking photographs of the wildlife and scenery for a famous nature magazine, and now, his expensive camera equipment lay in the back of the 4WD, about as useful for survival out here as bags of salt.

He had meant to head for the old telegraph station ruins, about 200km west by south west, but first the flat tire had happened, then he had been entranced and lost more time watching as the wild budgerigars had twirled and danced across the sky like a green undulating blanket, then another thing – and before he knew it, he'd diverged off the road – what a joke that was – it was more a pair of wheel tracks across the dry and merciless earth..and his curiosity and ignorance, had now destined him to a quick, and horrific end...

*

James took stock of his supplies – two litres of hot water in the jerry can he had meant to fill up back in town, but had gotten sidetracked and distracted by talking to some of the locals, a few energy bars that felt beneath their packaging like they were now viscous mush, a pack of matches with six left...and not much else. He had not meant to be gone long – but as the open plains just revealed more and more wondrous sights and senses, it had entranced him, as it had entranced so many others over the centuries – and now, he realised his folly and his fate.

“First priority – find or make a shelter..." James told himself, as he used the sun-ward side of the vehicle to protect himself from the sun that beat down without mercy or relief.

Looking around, he saw a few scribbly, warped acacia trees, most stood about four or five metres at best, their trunks warped and branches twisted from the oppressive heat and lack of moisture. What little shade they provided was minimal at best, but as the sun rose, he dragged his meagre supplies over beneath the tree and loosened his shirt collar – which was already dark with sweat and dust. He lay down, not knowing what else to do, as the hours crawled past like molasses – the heat building and building, until late afternoon, it slowly began to decrease and he frugally sipped the water from the cup, knowing it was all he had...until either he died from starvation and lack of water – or he was found – he didn't know which of the two it'd be...

*

Night fell like a curtain across the land, and as he stared up at the night sky, he was amazed at the billions of stars that shone like diamonds scattered across the black velvet firmament. Mercifully, it cooled, and he sighed soft, looking up as a meteorite scorched across the heavens, then vanished over the horizon. He could barely make out the edges of the 4WD in the dark, it was an almost indistinct shadow of grey under the pale moonlight – then his mind whirled as he heard a strange, alien sound – there were three distinct thumps – muffled by the soil, then there was only silence.

“I'm dreaming...I got to be - “ Jack murmured. “Dehydration and - “

To his left, there was more thumps that faded away into silence, then to his right – behind him! He leapt to his feet, then squinted into the darkness, but nothing moved, and beyond his limited eyesight, he couldn't see more than a few metres at best. Again, to his right, there was a thump, thump, thump, then it went silent - again – to his left – behind him – in front of him!

James whirled about, fear gripping him and twisting his bowels, as he stared into the darkness, trying to work out what the sound was, as he couldn't see any...wait – there – a puff of dust swirled in a small whirlwind, before it broke apart and James moved cautiously forwards ten steps – then froze again, ears straining as he heard the thump, thump, thump, thump – this time behind him!

He whirled back around again, eyes wide and fear flooding him as he moaned and a trickle of hot urine slid down his leg as he wet himself from fear.

“Whose there - “ James moaned.

Silence greeted him...

“I know someone's out there, please – my car broke down and - “

Again, nothing but silence, the stars above glittering, and nothing moved, there was silence from one horizon to the next – but James could definitely sense – something – was out there...it was evasive and keeping its distance – but it was there...

This time, the thud come from his right, then behind him, making him scream in fright and twist himself around, but only a faint scent of dust was seen, as the unseen person seemed to be playing with him, teasing him and driving him to the brink of madness.

“Show yourself!" James wept, as he collapsed to his knees, overcome with fear, anxiety and stress. He was tired of this cruel, sadistic game, and just wanted to go home...

He fell over onto his side, then curled up and covered his face in his hands, sobbing like a child, as his mind conjured all sorts of horrific images – whilst that thing kept its distance, he was sure it was drawing out the fear and anxiety, savouring it like a fine wine – before it'd strike...

*

James snorted, feeling himself being tugged at by something that gripped his shorts, then in his dehydrated, delirious mind, he thought he heard a grunt, then the tugging started again, before his shirt was gripped in sharp claws and pulled up over his head, effectively blindfolding him.

“Go away..." James mumbled, weakly swatting, more asleep than awake, but he gasped and instantly awoken when he felt soft fur and strong muscles beneath it – as his swatting hand struck something.

It grunted and froze, before James squealed loud and frighteningly, as a wet, sticky tongue licked his chest down to his pants waistline.

“What...I can't...who is that - “ Jame's struggled, then he heard a low, menacing growl and felt long whiskers twitch against his stomach, as it licked again, then placed cold, leathery paw pads on his chest, the short claws pricking the flesh and causing goosebumps to form all over his body.

James didn't know what to make of it – as he lay still, his shorts tangled and twisted over his face and blocking his view – as this strange, enigmatic creature nuzzled and licked across his chest and belly – the tongue sticky and soft, the whiskers like firm bristles on a brush, as they tickled and poked his flesh. It licked, then nuzzled, then licked somewhere else – making James writhe and tremble – pleasure mixed with fear – but he tried to stay as calm and motionless as he could. Sharp claws scratched at his belly, fumbling with the waistline of his shorts, before they curled and gripped them – the unseen creature tugging them downwards until the were pooled around his ankles.

“No, no, no..." James whined in fright, feeling the cool night air brushing over his briefs, the large bulge in them firming.

Curiously, the creature began licking and nuzzling up one leg, from the shin, over the knee and then the thigh, before it grunted softly and James gasped, feeling the bridge of its muzzle pressed firmly against the cloth covered bulge.

“Please...stop - “ James gasped, as his fingers gripped at the dusty soil, body trembling.

It snorted, the hot, moist breath washing over his groin and much to his fright, adding to his arousal. Before it growled and the sharp claws scratched his hips, before it managed to grip hold of the elastic waistband and drag the briefs down to join the shorts. Exposed to the cool night air, his penis quivered and trembled, then James squealed as he felt the firm leathery paw pads wrap themselves around it – one above the other, the tightly contracting claws pricking the flesh.

“Oh, no...please...please don't...bite - “ James whimpered, trembling – but his penis had other ideas, as it flicked in the creatures paws, then a dribble of clear pre-ejaculate fluid dribbled out and down onto the creatures paws – it snorted, then James felt the tongue lick at the paws, then up to the penile head, before it shivered and snapped its head back, uttering a series of growls, clicks and grunts.

“I...no, this can't..." James began, as he timidly reached up and pulled the shirt over his head – then found himself staring into the dark eyes of a feral red kangaroo, its ears flicking forwards as it looked down at his gripped penis, then its head lifted to look at him, before its muzzle twitched and it made another series of strange growls, clucks and clicks – James seeing the sharp incisor teeth in the lower jaw and the shorter ones above – the pale tongue moving as the kangaroo's paws gripped his penis tighter and tighter, claws nearly piercing the flesh.

“What...no, you can't be real - “ James moaned, as he stared wide eyed at the Kangaroo, who tilted its head and clucked, before it crouched back down and licked his penis again and again, almost with intent and wilfulness as the soft tongue flickered and licked, then it sneezed, the moist breath washing over James's groin and public hair, before the kangaroo released his penis, it slapping back against his belly with a wet squelch.

Standing upright, the Kangaroo scratched at its lower belly, before it shivered, fine dust spraying, as it crouched again, placing its paws on his chest, then it lifted one hind leg, the pale long foot sliding down one hip, then the other – the heavy, pale tail laying between James legs as the kangaroo crawled slowly up his body – then it seemed to frown and think, adjusting itself, then crouching down over him and licking his throat and face.

“You...you're someone's pet, you got to be – it's...its not natural – a feral kangaroo being so...friendly and - “ James whispered, as he timidly raised a hand, and the kangaroo growled, its ears snapping back as it stared at him. “I'm...I'm not going to hurt you...I just...want to touch..."

Watching him through half lidded eyes, the kangaroo trembled as Jame's fingers lightly touched its chest, but it didn't make any aggressive moves – if anything, it seemed to like the gentle touch, and as he grew a little more adventurous, the Kangaroo grunted and squirmed, as his fingers slid slowly down then brushed the tightly closed pouch opening.

“You're...you're a doe - “ James whispered, his eyes widening, as he timidly brushed his fingers over her pouch, feeling its warmth and emptiness.

Staring down at him, the Doe blinked, then snorted and began an elaborate series of clucks, growls and grunts – obviously saying something to him, but he had no idea what the doe was trying to say – if anything – but her body quivered and she relaxed the pouch muscles – allowing James to tenderly pull it open and slide his fingers inside, feeling the warm, slippery skin and the amazing warmth of it. As he grew a little more adventurous and curious, the doe leaned forwards, placing her paws on his shoulders and crouching so her forearms rested on his chest, giving him easier access to her pouch.

“I...had no idea, it was so warm and slippery and – wait...what are you..." James gasped, as he felt the kangaroo doe tremble, the move forwards and lift her hips up – before she grunted and his erection brushed against her lower pouch. “No...stop...stop that - “

Ignoring him, the Doe wriggled forwards a little further, before she found the right position, and she looked down into his eyes, before licking his cheek and she pressed her hips down – his penis pressing against her warm cloaca.

“I can't...I mean...I'm not a kangaroo and - “ James began, then he gasped as the doe snorted, then wriggled slightly – and she pushed her hips further down – and James squealed as he felt her cloaca folds stretch – then his penis head slipped into her tight, slick vaginal depths, the strong muscular contractions making his head spin.

He grunted and squirmed, then moved as if he was going to thrust against her, but a low, menacing growl from the doe made him freeze, as she crouched down further and began panting softly, her vagina stretching and the sensitive nerves sending conflicting messages – some of pleasure, some of pain, before she gripped his shoulders and wriggled further slightly, pressing her hips down again as she threw her head back and squealed in marsupial pain and fright – as Jame's full length was driven deep inside her – her cloaca pressed against his groin.

“Oh...you...you...no...this can't be - “ James gasped, his mind washed away from the incredible pleasure of feeling the doe mount him inside her, her vagina gripping like a hot, moist glove, as her paws contracted on his shoulders and she hung her head, body quivering in fright and pain as she struggled to relax her muscles.

Tears slipped from her tightly closed eyes and dripped down her cheeks and splashed onto James, who blinked and looked up, then timidly stroked her wet cheeks and gave her a timid cuddle around the neck.

“Little one, why did you...how...did you..." James whispered, as he felt her tremble again and move slightly forwards, which seemed to make their unnatural mating easier for her.

She quivered for several minutes, before finally easing the tense musculature and pushing herself upright with her paws, until she was almost sitting upright on him, her paws splayed out on his chest as James grunted and squirmed – afraid to move – but trying desperately to resist the urges to plough himself into the tight, mist confines of the doe, who shivered and looked down at the human, before she timidly rocked forwards, then gasped and squealed – in what was unmistakably painful for her.

“Shhh little one – hey, come on, relax, I...I can feel how tense you are and..." James whispered, as he reached up and placed his paws on her pouch, then timidly rubbed and massaged, trying to help ease her pain.

Gazing down at him, the doe flicked her ears, before she squirmed and leaned forwards, placing her paws either side of Jame's head, as she timidly pulled forwards and almost dismounted him, before he felt her fingers contract as she pushed back and slid him back fully inside her again.

“Oh my..." James gurgled, feeling the pressure and the warmth as the doe panted and shivered, before she timidly licked his forehead and grunted at him. “I...I don't understand, how can you be...doing...oh..."

James gasped as the doe flicked her ears again, then pulled completely forward – his penis just pushed against her cloaca – then she panted three times and dropped her hips, her groin meeting his with a wet slap and James was unable to stop himself, as he bucked against her, making the doe squeal and her paws gripped his shoulders, pinning him down as she glared at him and launched into a violent tirade of growls, clucks and clicks – obviously hurt and distressed by his lack of self control, and James whimpered and looked up at her, trembling in fear as he seen those sharp teeth – knowing what they were capable of if he pushed her too far...

With a soft grunt, the doe crouched down over him, then began rocking her hips forwards and back, as she nuzzled his face and neck – favouring him with gentle licks and nuzzles as she mated with him. James was beside himself, trying to believe this wild, feral kangaroo was making love to him – yet also horrified and confused, about the exact same thing! A feral shouldn't breed a human – his mind told him that was wrong, but here he was – his penis buried to the base inside a feral red kangaroo doe and she...

His thoughts were washed away, as the feral doe grunted and coughed, arching her spine inwards, which put additional pressure on his enfolded penis – right before she squealed in a loud, piercing cry as her orgasm struck her like a hammer between the ears. Her whole body shook with the pleasure of her virginal orgasm – and James moaned as he felt the flood of her natural lubricating fluids as they build up and where squirted from her cloaca with each downwards thrust of her hips against his.

“Oh...oh..." James began gasping, as the doe shuddered and clutched tightly at his chest, before he began to tremble, and she pressed her wet, sticky cloaca as hard as she could, whilst gazing into his eyes, then she licked his forehead as James bucked and grunted – his hot, sticky semen flooding deep into the young Doe's warm depths as she threw her head back and squealed – but this time – her cries were of pleasure and relief, not pain and fright...

As his orgasm faded, the doe trembled and squirmed, keeping him pinned down, before she licked the salty sweat off his head and neck, then grunted and clucked at him, looking into his eyes, then nuzzling him again and repeating the sounds.

“I...I can't believe I just...didn't that...hurt you, little one?" James asked, as he looked up at her, then quivered as she snorted and wriggled slightly, stretching the long slender foot one side, then the other.

Again ,the doe wriggled, then squirmed and leaned down, pressing her forearms against his chest and using her weight to keep him flat on his back, whilst she nuzzled and licked him adoringly.

“You...we just...I still can't believe it – how did we...you're a feral and - “ James stammered, overcome with the guilt and shame, but the feral doe merely looked down at him and snorted again,

After an hour and a half of keeping him inside her, the feral doe finally shuddered and pushed herself back up to a sitting position – still straddling his hips with her long slender feet, as she gazed down at him and pushed up with her hind feet, until she slipped him free, the sticky fluids splashing over his groin and belly as she sprang off him like a elastic band, then crouched on all fours and coughed, before crawling forwards timidly and beginning to lick and nuzzle his wilting erection – her tongue slurping at the stick mixture of her own vaginal secretions and his semen.

“How...can I - “ James began, then he shuddered and felt the doe lick from his groin up his belly, then chest, her soft tongue tickling and arousing him, before she lay down and snuggled herself in close against him, resting her head on his chest before her eyes slowly closed and within moments, she was asleep. James felt the warmth of the kangaroo pressed against him, and he timidly embraced her, feeling her twitch and wake up, before she cuddled closer – as if intentionally sharing her warmth with him as she slipped back into sleep – and James quickly followed, feeling the dusty, pale fur of the kangaroo, her incredible body heat radiating like a living electric blanket – and his exhaustion from the amazing lovemaking they had shared...

*

James woke the next morning, to hear shouts and as he sat up, he flinched and felt a sharp stone pressing against his back, before his eyes widened and he looked left and right – but the doe was gone, not even a footprint remained, before he felt a strange ache on his left pectoral muscle. Looking down, he saw a strange impression, before a cloud of dust and such appeared and drew closer – the strobing red and blue lights atop the 4WD revealing it as a police vehicle before he was helped up by two indigenous men, who glanced at the strange mark on him, then backed away and muttered to themselves, eyes wide in surprise and fear, rapidly talking in their native dialect.

“What...what happened, where is she - “ James began, as he realised he was naked, badly sunburned and as weak as a newborn kitten, his chest aching as he reached up to scratch at the mark there.

Pulling up, the 4WD doors flung open and two police stepped out, before rushing over to him with a large bottle of water and a fist aid kit. One of the indigenous trackers turned to the policewoman, his voice a rapid fire dialect, then she frowned and stared, then looked at the mark on Jame's chest.

“What'd...what did he say?" James frowned, then gratefully took the water bottle, drinking from it as a blanket was draped around his shoulders.

Both indigenous police looked shocked, as the Caucasian officer looked at him and shook her head slowly.

“They say you're lucky to be alive – out here alone, no food or water – and - “

“...and what?" James asked,as they helped him over to the $WD, then into the back where he was grateful to feel the cold AC after the blistering heat.

“They say you've been marked – I can't translate the words exactly – but that...paw print on your chest – like a burned-in scar? They say you're marked...you got – visited – but the Spirit of the Outback – it's a spirit creature from their mythology and legends...a fickle beast, it can either help a lost soul – or they'll never be seen again – they're saying...you've been marked by it – a rare and honoured gift..."

“It was...no, it was real, I remember it – she was...the feel of her - “ James began, then his mind whirled and he crumpled bonelessly in the back of the police 4WD.

“White fella, he get too much sun – but spirit – it mark him, he one with it now - “ One of the trackers commented, as he looked at the unconscious James in the back of the car. “White fella, he got mark...Spirit got plans for him, he find out – one day..."

END