{"sf1_id":779989,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Snow Bound","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2935,"posted_at":"2014-11-09T14:47:00.000Z","tags":["Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Feline","Human","M/F","Snow Leopard","Vaginal","Winter","Zoo","big cat"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/779989-snow-bound","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/779989","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=779989\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#15 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"                We've\ntalked about some of the stranger animals, but how about the most beautiful?\nThat might put me on the spot, because so many animals are lovely in their own\nright. Thus it then boils down to the eye of the beholder. That would be my\neye. And I will confess that I did have a few favorites. Here is one of them.                Her\nname was Malkia, which I guess means queen in some foreign language. We got her\nand her brother as cubs. This was back when the species wasn't as endangered as\nit is today. I can't tell you where we got them, or how we got them, or much of\nanything about those details. The fact is we got them and that's all that\nmatters.                Malkia\ngrew up with us, as did her brother. They were a lot like house cats, except\nthat they grew much faster and overtook the normal cat size in the matter of\nweeks. By the time they filled out, they were more than a simple handful.                That\ndidn't stop them from still acting like tabbies. It was hard to visualize them\nas being wild creatures when they would play with toys or fall asleep in your\nlap.  Of course, given enough time, even\nmy lap was hardly a place for either of them to sit. Malkia took to falling\nasleep up and over my shoulder. She was a hundred pounds-plus of purring feline\nand her presence in your lap was nothing you could ignore.                As you\ncan guess, they spent a lot of time outside of their enclosures, working with\nthe staff and sometimes even eating with us. They were amazingly well behaved\nfor a top carnivore. I suppose it was all of the human interaction they got in lieu\nof having a mother to teach them proper big-cat behavior.                 Looking\nback on it, they should have been in a breeding program, but I believe that\nI've mentioned already that back then zoos were more about the visitors than\nthe animals. They ended up more like celebrities than caged specimens.                I spent\nno more time with them than anyone else, and it was all on the up and up. I\nmean what I'm saying. I wasn't looking for anything more than having them\nfitting in around the zoo. It wasn't like I didn't have other outlets. So for\nwell over a year and a half I made no moves with her at all. Oh, I had thoughts\non it; for when that soft furry body was draped over mine, and especially when\nshe was sitting on my lap, with her rear-end pressing against my front, I had the\nmost improper thoughts.                 It\nhappened for the first time when she was two years old. I used to give shows of\na sort, exhibiting those animals which could be trusted or easily controlled,\nsuch as the Great Horned Owl, and one of our bandicoots, and a few of the\nsmaller, yet equally exotic animals. We varied it up from week to week, displaying\npythons and monitor lizards, and even such mild mannered things as rabbits and\nguinea pigs. Most of the kids lived in the city, so any animal was new and fantastic.                Anyway,\nback to Malkia. She was a big girl, probably on account of the superior diet she\ngot, as opposed to what her cousins in the wild might have a chance to eat. She\nremained a calm and cooperative feline, becoming the star of the show week in\nand week out. She probably gave everyone the idea that any large cat with a\nhandsome coat was just looking for belly rubs and ear scratches. That was as\nfar from the truth as you can get.                Still...                She was\nan adorable, oversized pussycat in almost all possible ways. She never showed\nan ounce of aggression, nor did we ever give her reason to. That tail was a\nmagnificent thing, at over three feet long. Her gray-green eyes were piercing,\nand her fur, while based in white was overlaid with grayish-brown highlights\nand dark spots.  Her teeth were as sharp\nas you'd expect, and her nails, well, let's just say that we did keep those\ntrimmed up. Retractable or not, we didn't want to be accidentally clawed by\nthose big beautiful paws. I don't think she'd ever do it on purpose, but there\nwere some things that you just didn't bother risking.                During\nthe hottest months both of them were often kept indoors at the clinic, in\nseparate cages. They weren't called Snow Leopards for nothing. They were used\nto higher elevations and colder climes. They were pretty tough along those\nlines, but by the same token they didn't do well when the air became tropical.\nWinter was their preferred time of year, and as it turns out, it was also\nbreeding season.  I didn't know that or I\nmight have been more prepared.     Let me tell you what happened.                Where the\nzoo was located was not in a normally heavy snow zone. We got chilly more often\nthan we got freezing weather, and the snows were usually light. But there was\none winter that made the record books, and if you're too young to remember it,\ngo look it up.                 It hit\nat the end of January and into the beginning of February, depending on where\nyou were at. Now, before I go on, you're probably thinking to yourself; why\nwould we be worried about Snow Leopards during a snow storm? I'll tell you why.                All the\nother animals had decent indoor shelters for bad weather, except for them. It\nwas deemed unnecessary, for the winters weren't all that severe. Everyone else\ncould be taken inside, except for these guys. I wasn't initially worried about\nthem, not with everything else I had to worry about.  We had thankfully stocked up ahead of time on\nsupplies, though as it turns out it was just barely so.                 I was\nthere alone. I don't think anyone believed that it was going to be as bad as it\nwas. Certainly not I. So if it hadn't been for the precautions we had in place,\nit would have ended up a disaster. Everyone went home ahead of the storm and\nleft me to handle everything.                Well,\nwe'll get to that. As it was, I brought in the leopards and put them in two\nlarge cages inside the clinic. I did this in part because the weather was\nhorrible, but mostly because I feared the snow was going to drift and\naccumulate, allowing them to escape. That's the last thing I needed.                 At one\npoint I did have to wade through the drifts to activate the emergency\ngenerator. It was a huge diesel thing and I feared it wasn't going to start for\nme. But it did, and we had minimal power for the next three days. I waded\nthrough even deeper snow on the way back, and when I entered the clinic door, a\ngood bushel of drifting flakes followed me in.                I\nlocked the door and made sure the windows were tight. Even with them sealed up,\nI could feel tiny drafts coming in. After making certain I was as set as I\ncould be, I turned on the television, but the channels were coming in poorly\nthanks to the storm. With nothing else to do, I decided to let Malkia out to\nroam at her leisure. She sniffed around the rooms for a while before coming\nback and settling down on the floor in front of me. I normally would have been\nin bare feet so I would have massaged her fur with my toes, but it was bloody\ncold.                Apparently\neven she began to notice the floor was a little chillier than she liked, for\nshe crawled up on my lap and draped herself over my shoulders. She wasn't a tiger\nby any means, but she was no lightweight either. I would have complained had\nshe not been so warm and comfortable. I did however find her constant licking\nof my face to be moderately objectionable.                 What I\ndidn't find to be a problem was her warmth on my crotch. I was still dressed\nand I had intended to remain so due to the cold. On the other hand, there was\nnothing to say she would be interested in engaging in such things. She was\noften a little lovey-dovey, so her cuddling meant nothing. But I was still\ncurious. It would be a wonderful way to stay occupied during the long cold\nnight.                  I took\nmy hand and worked it up under her tail. That big, fluffy switching appendage moved\naside as I did. I found her compact hole and rubbed the outside, giving her\nexternal parts a light pinch between my fingers. I felt her rear feet move and\nthe claws come out a little. I was thankful she had had them trimmed recently.\nEven through my thick work pants I could feel them dig in a little.                I\nslipped a finger in and she immediately began purring loader. I got a hard-on\njust listening to that rumble. It seemed she was in heat! The problem was, I\nhad no desire to strip, not with the light chill in the room. I decided to\ncompromise.  Moving my hands and undoing\nmy belt, and then loosening my snap and zipper, I lifted up and awkwardly pulled\nmy trousers down around my knees. The seat of the chair was cold against my ass\nand I jumped a little at the sudden shock.                My cock\njabbed her in the ass and she pressed down in response to the poke. I guess\nthat answered any questions concerning where this was going to go. She was\nready. I had to arrange her, which proved to be a little more difficult than I\nexpected. For one, this was far from a normal position for feline mating.                 Secondly,\nI felt that this was going to need lube, for while she was a good sized girl,\nshe was still a feline and not built to take something like I was about to give\nher. The problem was, I would have to get up, and of course dislodge her; get\nthe cold lube and try putting some in place before starting. That really didn't\nappeal. So I moved her around until she was directly over my cock. I glided my\nhand underneath and spread her as wide open as I could and tried to get inside.                She was\ngenerating a fair amount of moisture on her own, but I hardly felt it was going\nto be enough. No knowing what else to do, I pushed into her. As I predicted I\ndidn't fit; at least not right away. I could feel the head of my cock pressing\nagainst the tight ridge of bone of her pelvis. Since she was cooperating, I\ngrabbed her ass and pulled her forward, towards me, and changed the angle of my\nattack. That was enough to fix the problem. A hundred and twenty pounds of\nfeline majesty slide down over my meat with a happy growl.                 It was enough to make me forget me present\npredicament. What snowstorm? I would be warm day and night for I had just found\nmy newest, favorite, fuzzy comforter.                  Her\nfront paws gripped my shoulders as she licked my face almost compulsively. I\ncould have done without that, but it was tolerable under the circumstances. I\nthink it was just her reacting to having that itch scratched, and with\nsomething far bigger than her male counterpart could ever give. She was as\ntight as Olive had been, which made sense considering their similar anatomy.                 I was\nvery nearly content to just leave her sitting there, impaled on my cock while seated\non my lap. She wasn't moving, for in nature her job was to hold still. I was in\na precarious position, sitting where I was, and had to come up with an idea as\nto how to proceed. Since her rear legs (and claws) were digging into me, I\ncarefully lifted one, and then the other, off and down on the seat of the\nchair. It was cramped but easier and safer for me.                I put\nmy hands under her butt and pulled her up towards me. Her hole grasped me the\nwhole time, working to keep me from slipping out.  There was no danger of that, considering my\nlength and how little leaway I had. I could maybe get half way out before I ran\nout of working room. Then it was back down again.                I'm\ntelling you right now my arms were killing me by the time I was done. You try\ncurling that much weight for an extended period. Hey, I was in great shape at\nthe time and in the end it still proved to be one hell of a work out, though\nworth every ounce of burn.                So\nthere I was, in the middle of a blizzard, screwing away on our female Snow\nLeopard. Sort of poetic, isn't it? The only thing that might have made it more\nso was being out in that howling maelstrom doing it. No thanks. Indoors was\njust fine.                I was\nignoring the chill in the room for the heat on my lap. She was one hot little\nmama, what with her higher body temp and raging hormones. I slipped her up and\ndown my cock with deliberate precision, feeling each and every nuance her\ntunnel had to offer. I wasn't in a rush because there was no way in hell anyone\nwas going to catch me. We were alone for the duration. It was her and I and no\none else.                More\nthan once I wanted to try standing and taking her to my bed. It would have been\neasier, but I was for the moment stuck where I was. After a little while, maybe\nten minutes, I thought I noticed her pressing down on my shoulders when I was\nlifting her up I stopped for a second and she kept going, putting more effort\ninto it to take up my slack. I was surprised and impressed. My arms were\nalready hurting so the respite was welcome.                That\ndidn't last long; that is to say, allowing her to carry on alone. She moved her\nback paws up on my legs again and trimmed claws or not, that was something I\nwasn't prepared to deal with. Soon I moved them back to the chair and resumed\nlifting her up and down. We reached an equilibrium of sorts that worked out\nfine in the end.                The\nfeeling of that hot hole slipping over my cock was phenomenal.  There is something about the feline\nconstruction that made them ideal lovers when you could get away with it. I\nwould have to say that in large part, it was how compact and muscular they were\noverall, and how tight that hole was. And the ridge of bone, once you were inside,\napplied some very nice pressure on my cock. Overall she was, out of a scale of\none to ten, an eleven.                I sat\nin that chair for a full thirty minutes, and unlike modern furniture, it was\ndesigned to handle some pretty rough stuff. At the end of round one we had that\npoor thing creaking and groaning under the stress of our intense abuse of it.\nAs it was, Malkia ended up with her paws on the back of the seat instead on my\nshoulders, and the material ended up torn from her claws. Better it than me!                The\nsame can be said for the seat, for she was working her paws and claws in time\nto my thrusts.  As I picked up speed,\nthose dulled talons of hers still managed to shred the old naugahyde material\ninto bits. Better it than my skin, let me tell you!                In the\nend, I worked her over like her body was a pile driver and my cock was the post.\nI was slamming her backend down with unrestrained vigor, wishing for the\nfeeling to never end.  When she started\nmewling, allowing that to blossom into a feral cry, I figured it was time to dump my\nload. I picked up even more speed and began pushing against the floor to give\nme a little more leverage. She was bouncing up and down, the chair was shaking.\nWhen I finally blew it was the most fantastic feeling ever.                I let\ngo of her as my balls unleashed their fury, so that her entire weight was\npressing down on my crotch. Her muscles were clenching tightly as the fluid roared\ninto her. Her whole body tensed up and she let off a constrained growl as we\nmanaged to come at the same time. It was trippy good fun and I was already looking\nforward to the next time. Trust me, I figured we were going to be stuck\ntogether for a few days, and in the end I was right.                She\nshared my bed later that night, and we went at it again. I had no idea that when\nthey came into heat, they were voracious in their sexual appetites. I might\neven tell you more about our continued trysts, if you ask nicely. I will tell\nyou this; by the time they got the roadways to the zoo cleared out and help\nfinally arrived, I was exhausted. But that comes with the rest of the story."}