{"sf1_id":729181,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Where The Wild Things Are, Another Day.","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3066,"posted_at":"2014-07-11T17:37:00.000Z","tags":["Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Cougar","Fingering","Human","M/F","Puma","Vaginal","interspecies","mountain lion"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/729181-where-the-wild-things-are-another-day","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/729181","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=729181\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#2 of A Real Animal Lover\n\nA continuation that seemed to be in order for the first story. And to the person who tagged \"Animal Abuse\" on the first one, thanks for the laugh. It's apparently a tag never used on SoFurry before!","content":"                Hey\nthere! Yeah, it's me again. I was going to tell you about some of my other\nexperiences, but a few of you seem to have gotten caught up in what happened\nwith Olive, the cougar. I was going to get to that after I told you about a few\nother experiences, but I guess I can skip ahead to her again.                Like I\nsaid, she had a change of heart were I was concerned. While she still held a\nlot of her caretakers in contempt, she held me in some place of honor. Not\ncontent with resting on my laurels, I visited her for the next several days and\npetted her through the cage. I would have risked going in, but the park rules\nwere rather strict against doing anything so bold, and dare I say, stupid.  Regardless of anything else, she was still a\nwild animal.                Since\nshe was three year old, I knew that if she hadn't started her estrus, she would\nbe very soon. In fact, it might account in part for her present friendliness.  There was always a chance I would have to\nwait until she came into it again. Then I remembered something I had in the\nclinic and rethought my strategy.                 I read\nup on the species, since our classes on such creatures was limited to the other\nbig cats as they were more common in zoos. She was going to be a challenge to\nmount due to her nature. If you know anything about big cat mating, the female\ncrouches while the male mounts. I suppose it's because crouching helps to keep\nthe female steady. A male is always bigger and heavier.  For that reason I always admired does taking\nthe weight of the buck.                A look\nin the mirror was hardly necessary to show me that I wasn't built like a\nfeline. If we were going to do this, there was going to have to be some\nadjustments made. Part of me just wanted to drug her and do it like last time.\nBut the adventurer in me said I should go for the gusto. It was one thing to\nmolest the cat while it was helpless and another to do it while she was awake\nand willing. Still, I was no fool.                In the\nevening, when everyone was gone, I returned to her cage and scratched her chin\nand head. She was purring like mad. I was getting horny thinking about that\ntight little hole under her tail. In the middle of her scratching, she dropped\nto the ground and got into the crouch position. Her feet pawed at the ground\njust like a domestic tabby. It was comical, and yet it was also a turn on. She\nwas interested in me.                She was\ntoo far away for me to do anything much through the bars. I scratched her rump,\nbut at the cost of putting my arm in all the way. I dug my fingers into the\nbase of her tail, causing her to lift her rump higher. She was horny all right.\nI grabbed her tail and tried to pull her back towards the barrier, but to no\navail. She was a hundred pounds of unmoving muscle.                She\nfinally seemed to get the idea and got up and moved closer, lying along the inside\nof the cage. I resumed my ministrations, working my fingers under her tail. I\ncould feel a touch of moisture leaking from her furry vulva, and my finger went\nin easily. She growled as I pushed in, her rear feet working furiously. It was\nlike she was doing a little dance.                That was\nenough for me. I knew that in general, big cats will mate often but for short\ndurations. If you've ever seen a big cat penis, you'll know that sex for the\nfemale is a real pain. It's this sensory overload that sends them into\novulation. I was unclear how she was going to react to me. If she got pissed\noff I was in big trouble.  Even a male\npuma knows enough to clear out away from an angry female.                I\nplayed with her for a few minutes and she seemed to love every second of it. I\ncould almost hear a cry of dismay when I pulled my finger out and stood. She\nlooked back, still crouched. I could swear she was pleading for more. \"Sorry\ngirl. I'll be back in just a few minutes. I must be crazy trying this, but\nseeing as you're willing, I'm going to give this a go.\"                When I\nreturned, I had a treat for her, a pit of raw beef. I tossed it in. At first\nshe sniffed it and proceeded to ignore it. She was looking at me. I was in my\nboxers only; I mean, there was no point in having anything else on. I also had\nthe lube in my hand. I had about ten foot of string tied to it and secured it\nto the bars. If I needed to escape, I was dragging any evidence of me being in here\nwith me.                 She ate\nher snack and resumed her position by the bars. I worked my finger in again and\nproceeded to pleasure her. She seemed content with this, and unlike during a\nnormal mating, she stayed put in one position as long as my finger was moving.\nAfter about fifteen minutes I pulled out. She snarled a little and looked back\nat me, her feet dancing in anticipation.                 I\nsucked in a deep breath and walked around to the door. I opened it and locked it\nsolidly behind me. This was the moment of truth. She stared at me and pawed the\nground without moving from where she was. \nHer purring was incredibly loud. Her eyes were wide and her body rumbled\nlike a street rod on a fast idle. I knew she was ready and willing, but I was\nstill scared out of my wits.                 I got\ndown on my knees behind her. I lifted her tail and draped it over my right leg.\nThis position was ideal for a cat, but not for a cat and a human. But I was in\nher territory and I had to follow nature's rules. I lube up my cock and pressed\nit against those tight, furry lips. I watched it disappear as her dancing\nincreased and then suddenly stopped. I grabbed the base of her tail and pulled\nher backwards. She didn't resist in the least, though as before, she hardly\nmoved either. A hundred pounds of cat is a tough thing to move one handed.                I was\nable to scoot closer, pushing in as far as I could. I could see her front claws\nworking the ground. I was praying that she didn't find a reason to use them on\nme.  This wasn't easy by any means, but\nit was trippy as hell. I preferred her as I first had her, but when in Rome, or\nin the wilds so to speak, you did what the lady wanted.                The\nlack of tiny painful spines on my cock meant that she was able to tolerate me for\na longer period of time than she would of a male of her own species. I leaned\nin and gently grabbed her rear legs to use as leverage points. I could feel her\npurring right through her body as I proceeded to give her her first real foray\ninto the world of mating.                Sadly\nfor me, I couldn't really get any real action going. It was just too tough with\nher body so close to the ground. I'm not complaining precisely, just\ncommenting. I so wanted to flip her on her back again.                 She scared\nme nearly shitless when she abruptly jumped up and yanked herself off of me.\nShe snarled a bit and then settled down a few feet away. It was typical cat behavior,\nbut it meant that I had to get up and move. She was worth it I guess. I stood,\nstretched to get the circulation back in my legs, and started it all over\nagain. I scratched her back and the base of her tail in preparation for going\nback in. That was when she rolled over and exposed her tummy. She was purring\nlike a tabby. I took a chance and rubbed her stomach. She purred even louder. I\ngot the idea to work my way up to her chest and neck, pulling the rest of my\nbody on top of her.                 At no\npoint did she exhibit any signs of irritation with my moves. I finally got to\nwhere my cock was almost in position, so I sat up and took the plunge. She held\nstock still as I worked it in. I then returned to rubbing her belly and chest.\nShe purred luxuriously, though with a volume that sounded, at this distance,\nlike a passing freight train.                Now I\nwas able to really screw her with a big more energy. While I was sure that this\nwas abnormal for her, I have a feeling the drug I slipped into her meat was\nhelping to override her natural tendencies. Yeah, I did that. Thorazine wasn't\na common vet drug, but for some reason the cabinet had some in it. I didn't\nwant her zonked, just amiable. I would have found it hard to explain even a\nsingle claw mark to my superiors.                 She\nwasn't acting dopy. Not by a long stretch. She was acting like the biggest,\nfriendliest kitty in the world. One that liked having its itches scratched. And\nI was scratching the biggest itch she had right now!  I pressed down and forced myself in as far as\nI could go. I knew a male puma would have no qualms about pressing his\nadvantage. I did the same.                 I'm\nsure we looked strange, and not just the human/feline factor. Her body was\nbuilt far differently than mine was, with my legs extending back a good long\nways. Her body was long, and from tip of her tail to the tip of her nose was a\ngood seven to eight feet.  If nothing\nelse, this kept me away from her fearsome teeth. Strangely, and perhaps because\nshe was on her back, that mouth seemed to have a smile.                I\nchanged my focus to the point of connection between our bodies. As before, she\nwas tight. But unlike before, I could now feel a myriad of constrictions and twitches\ncoming from her. Every once in a while I would hit a sensitive spot, and her leg\nwould jerk and dig at the air, occasionally raking my belly. Thankfully, her\nclaws remained retracted during these little spasms.                Figuring\nshe could take my weight (I only weighed about 165 pounds back then) I lowered myself\non top of her hips, pressing a large part of my weight there, while holding the\nrest up with my arms. She didn't flinched an inch, so I cut loose a little more,\nstill careful not to get her upset. Apparently things were rolling along just\nfine, because outside of the constant purr that was rumbling through her body,\nshe was content to lay there and take it.                I soon\nforgot that she was essentially a wild animal and got into the groove of our\nlove making. In the wilds, she would have mated numerous times over a period of\nhours. She was going to have to be content with one long tryst. Or maybe two,\nif I was up to it.  I started grinding\naway, pulling back and making long deep thrusts. It was a feeling I have experienced\nin only a few animals. She was my first and from then on always my favorite.                Eventually,\nI was beginning to feel the buildup in my own body waiting to be released.\nThrowing caution to the wind, I pounded away, relishing the feel of her\ntightness surrounding me. In a few minutes we were both growling as I blew my\nsperm deep inside her. I could feel her going through her own orgasm, which was\nsomething I made a mental note of. That wasn't something they ever taught you\nin vet school. I suppose such a thing had never been tested or inquired into\nbefore.                I sort\nof fell on top of her, feeling the continuing rumbling in her chest, this time\ndirectly into my ear. She was warm and soft. I was a little concerned when I\nfelt her paws come down on my shoulders, but that was it. No claws, just pads\nand toes.  I relaxed and nearly fell asleep.  As it was, I slid off and onto the ground,\npulling out and making her growl in annoyance. I was suddenly very much awake!                She\njumped to her feet and made a low growl from the depths of her throat. I was on\nmy back, realizing that I had just managed to piss her off. I was in deep\ntrouble. She paced around me before sticking her nose in my crotch. Despite my\npresent fear, my cock remained hard. Even now, in this moment of danger, my\nlibido was thinking only of its own satisfaction.                Olive\nclimbed on top of me and looked into my face. If she could have meowed, I think\nshe would have.  As it was, she ended up\nstraddling me and licking my cheek. I could feel her crotch rubbing vigorously against\nmy cock. Apparently once had not been enough for her.  The missionary position had worked ok, but\nthis, this was going to be different. That is, if she really intended to try\nthis out. I don't think big cats are hard wired for anything more than straight\nup reproduction.                 I was\nwrong. Figuring I had only my limbs or my life to lose, I worked my hand down\nand grabbed my cock, working it into her hole. It took some doing, but once I\nwas in, there was little chance I was coming out again. Just to make sure, I\nbrought up my knees to better the angle I was at. She licked my face some more,\nher rough tongue happily licking the sweat from my skin. Oh yes, you had better\nbelieve I was sweating!                She\nsettled down on top of me and purred to her heart's content.  She tried keeping her front paws on my chest,\nbut it just didn't work well. I ended up with a few claw marks, and finally, of\nher own accord, she dropped them to either side of me. She was now staring me\nin the face as I moved my body into hers. Her tail was lashing from side to\nside, something I could only feel as it whipped back and forth across my legs.\nSomething told me that if she were ever to be released into the wild, she would\nbe showing the males a thing or two!                Her\nback feet eventually followed suit, leaving me in little danger of\ndisembowelment. I don't care what you think or say. I was still afraid that she\nmight snap. At least with her body no longer supported by her extremities, I\ncould do a little more of my own movement. I grabbed her haunches and began\nforcing her down onto me, sliding her body over my cock. Her purring increased\nto a growl, and stayed at that level for the rest of the time.                 Despite\nhaving recently blown a load, I found that I was coming again. Having a\nbeautiful big cat on top of you, getting its insides tenderized and having it apparently\nenjoying it was a major, and I do mean major turn on. I cautiously put my arms\naround her and went a little crazy. She started licking my face until I felt my\nskin was going to peel off. I held on as long as I could before let loose. I\nwas shaking her skeleton apart as I slammed home one final time that evening.                It was\nlater that I assessed the damage to my skin. Not bad...considering. My shirt\nwould hide it. As for Olive, well she was reluctant to get off. I think she was\nhoping for more. I would have loved to, but that was it for me. She finally\nstood, and with a snarl in my face, pulled off. Before I could move, she was\ncurled next to me with \"I dare you to move\" look. I didn't move. As it was, I\nfell asleep out there in the cool night air with only her for warmth.                 When I awoke,\nthe barest light was creeping over the horizon. Whether she liked it or not, I\nhad to go. I could just see the newspaper headlines. \"Vet Makes It With Cougar!\"\nOf course, back then everyone would take it literally, not like today when it\nalso refers to an older woman.  It would\nhave been disastrous.                 She stretched\nand stirred. I gave her a pat on the shoulder. \"You're a good girl Olive, but I\nhave to get back and get cleaned up before opening time. Maybe I'll see you\ntonight?\" I asked it like I was expecting an answer. She purred and whipped her\ntail back and forth. I guess I would see how she was feeling. No point in\nupsetting the lady for no good reason.                I\ngrabbed my shorts and the lube and vacated her enclosure. I was already\nplanning for this evening. I was also wondering how much of it had been her and\nhow much of it had been the medication. It wasn't a lot mind you, not for her weight,\nbut I couldn't help thinking that it had to have done something. I sort of felt\nbad about it, but not too bad. I got what I wanted, and so did she. I mean, even\nwith that drug, if she had been upset by my presence, I would be getting stitches\nright now. Or worse.                I turned\nto give her one last look. She was in that feline position, holding one leg up while\nshe cleaned and bathed herself. She looked up and stared me in the eyes. Then\nher purring commenced again at full volume. Yeah, I think she was happy with\nour little session!"}