{"sf1_id":780646,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Snow Bound, Day Two","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2108,"posted_at":"2014-11-10T20:21:00.000Z","tags":["Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Feline","Human","Snow Leopard","Vaginal","Winter","Zoo","big cat","storm"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/780646-snow-bound-day-two","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/780646","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=780646\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#16 of A Real Animal Lover\n\n.","content":"                For\nthose of you too lazy to figure out the year, it was nineteen seventy eight. It\nwas one hell of a howler, and while I had someone to keep me warm under the\ncovers, the raging blizzard pretty much covered over everything in a blanket of\nfrozen white.\n                Malkia\nwas very much in heat, and more receptive to attention than I was able to give.\nBut I did try my damnedest to satisfy her. After the chair episode, I managed\nto coax her off so that I could get up. I made some hot chocolate, fed her and\nher brother some meat from the refrigerator, and tried to tune in the\ntelevision again. We didn't have cable, if that was even available back then.\nI've never been much of a sit-down-and-watch kind of guy. I preferred hands on.\nLiterally.\n                I found\nit hard to drink my cocoa with her trying to regain a seat on my lap. I sighed,\nsetting down the mug and hoisting her up. I was dressed again because of the\ncold, but that didn't stop her from trying to initiate another round. I must\nsay that if it weren't for the extenuating circumstances, I would have been\nright on that. I was simpll beginning to see that this storm was far greater\nthan any I had ever encountered.\n                In the end,\nI drank my cocoa luke warm before I pushed her off and headed to my bedroom. She\nfollowed with her tail held high. I turned on the space heater, got undressed\nand climbed into the bed. I left the top sheet and comforter open, and she\nclimbed right in, purring up a storm nearly equal to the howling outside. I\ndropped the covers and pulled her close. \n                She\nimmediately went into a crouch. It figured. To match her this way was going to\nrequire me to be sitting up on my knees. That meant losing my covers. I wasn't\nup to taking that much of a chill, despite how warm she was. \n                I\ntricked her by giving her a good rubdown. I started on her back and worked down\nto her tail, knowing that the end result would be her rolling over on her back.\nShe did. She always wanted her belly rubbed.\n                Since I\nwas stripped down this time, things were going to be simpler, but not necessarily\neasier. She still had her paws, and a trimmed claw wasn't necessarily a\ncompletely dull one. The trick was going to be in keeping them off of me.\n                I\nstraddled her, sitting over her tail and commencing her belly rub. The feel of\nthat soft, luxurious fur was like no other, and her rumbling vibrated the bed\nas I massaged my fingers through it. I did that for a while, as a sort of\nforeplay, knowing full well she didn't need it. I did. It hadn't been that long\nbefore that I had blown, and I needed the extra time to get back in the mood.\n                Ok, it\ndidn't take that long. Once I warmed up (my feet were freezing) I got a hard-on\nin no time. I spent a fair amount of time just rubbing it over her crotch and\nbelly.  She was rumbling like an\nearthquake, and twitching every time I passed over her labia. I finally gave in\nand pressed the head of my cock against her opening and gently pushed. \n                It was\neasier gaining entrance this way. She was wet, and probably in part due to my\nearlier deposit within that hallowed tunnel. \nI slid in without a hitch and pressed my advantage to the hilt. Her\ntongue came out and randomly licked the air. I took that to mean, oh yeah, that's the way.  It was working for me too.\n                I had\nher back feet on either side of me, though they seemed to creep up on their\nown. Since she wasn't extending her claws, I was good with it. Her pads were a\nlittle rough, but in no way detracting from the experience. I lowered myself\nalong the top of her body, finding her to be the most exquisite, exotic and\nadorable feline partner one could imagine. I put my arms up around her neck and\nwent to it.\n                I suppose\nI'm jumping the gun here, but by the end of the night I was in love. I also\nended up sweating my ass off. But let's get back to where I was. I was in\nheaven. The blizzard raged outside the walls of the clinic, but the real tempest\nwas under the sheets. \n                I\nnever, in my entire life, ever thought I'd say those words about an animal.\nYet, they were never truer.\n                Each\nthrust into that wonderful feline body was nirvana. She had her front paws on\nmy shoulders, claws retracted, as I glided across that silky smooth coat of\nhers. I went from holding her neck to pushing up on the bed, for her chest was\nmore pronounced than mine, and I didn't wish to inhibit her ability to breath.\nThat still left plenty of space from my crotch to her rib cage for us to touch.\n                The rumble\nshe was emitting was better than a vibrating bed. If you don't know what I'm\ntalking about, you're probably not old enough to be reading this. Let's just say\nit was something a lot of sleazy motels had in them. Stick in a quarter and it...oh,\ngo look it up.\n                I was\ndigging my toes into the mattress and forcing my cock in to the hilt and\nbeyond. I so wanted to climb right in there and take up residence. I would pull\nout nearly all the way and hold it for a minute before pushing back in. She\nseemed to prefer the inward push rather than the tease, but she couldn't have\none without the other. I was trying to make both direction as pleasurable as I\ncould.\n                Eventually,\nI sat up, ditching the sheet and comforter because frankly, I was hot. It was\namazing how much heat a big cat could produce, and I was no slacker either. I\nhad sweat dripping off of me by the time I flung the bedding to the floor. \n                I was\nsitting up now, and had her lower legs pushed forward as I slammed into her\nhole. Her front paws were flopping wildly, and on a lark, I leaned forward and grabbed\nthem. She didn't fight me, allowing me to pull back on her upper body as I\nworked. Despite the unique circumstance, or perhaps because of them, I was\nwondering if I might right a paper about this experience. I nixed it right\naway. The world wasn't ready for hearing about my little animalistic sex-capades.\n Consider yourself lucky you're hearing\nabout them now. So much time has passed that it hardly matters what I did back\nthen. People wouldn't believe it as being true anyway. Not without photos.\n                Having\ndrained the tank once, the next round was slow in coming, a godsend if there\never was one. As the sweat dripped onto the sheets, I continued to assail that\npiece of prime feline pleasure-hole like there was no tomorrow, which the way\nthe weather was holding, was a distinct possibility. \n                I\neventually let go of her front paws and grabbed a hold of her lower legs,\npushing forward with each thrust in an attempt to get in deeper. There was no\nchance of that, but it was worth every ounce of energy I applied to the task.\nShe thought so too, leastwise from her visible reactions. Her growls and mews\n(you heard me right) filled the air, and I think the noise stirred up her\nbrother, because he started to growl and roar. \n                This\nlasted a good twenty minutes. Despite the cold of the room, the sweat continued\nto pour off me as I ground my body into hers. I could feel the rising; that\ntelltale sign, and I fought it down for as long as I could stand it. That wasn't\nvery long. I ended up pumping her so hard her backend came off the bed, and\nthat caterpillar-like tail was whipping around like a willow branch in the\nwind. When I came, I held myself against her as tightly as I could, and I felt\nher body react to mine once again. So if anyone ever tells you that female\nanima's don't have orgasms, it's a lie. I've seen it in species that I did not\nexpect it from. And Malkia had it down pat.\n                Once I\nreluctantly slid out, I got up, got some water to drink and a towel to wipe the\nsweat away, while she walked over to her brother's cage and sprayed him. I\nthought it was a rather rude thing to do, and he sniffed the air and growled.\nAt this point, there was no way in hell he was getting out of his cage. I valued\nmy skin way too much.  \n                I was\nbeginning to chill, so I laid another blanket down on top of the mattress\n(there was a wet spot of course) and she and I climbed in. I believe she was hoping\nfor another round, but hey, I was exhausted. Somewhere in the middle of the\nnight I kicked off the comforter. It was plenty cozy under the sheet. I had my\nvery own bed warmer, and she was amazingly adept at her job.\n                In the\nmorning we got up; Malkia stepping gingerly to the floor while I was a little\nless delicate. I threw my clothing on, cold though it was, and checked on her\nbrother. Under normal circumstance I would have risked them both out, but with\nher being in heat, I didn't feel like sharing. Besides, he just might get a\nlittle hard to manage and it was only me. I was no fool.\n                The\nsnow outside was still blowing and drifting something terrible. I threw on my\ncoat and tried to force the door open. It was no use. Even the windows were\nunder thick layers of the drifting powder. I finally resorted to using the\nhatch to the roof. There at least it was clear. Getting down was no problem,\nbut getting back might have been. I dropped back into the building and grabbed\na rope, securing it before tossing it over the side. It hit snow three feet\ndown. \n                Trust\nwhen I say that I never want to see that kind of snow again. Many of the buildings\nwere snowed shut, and I had to say a little prayer and move on. The aquarium\nwas running, so all the heaters and pumps were still functioning. The domestic\nfrom the petting zoo were chilly, but they had heaters so I moved on. In some\ncases, the snow was a blessing, because it ended up insulating the buildings and\nkept them from losing heat.\n                I made\nas many rounds as I could manage, and several times got lost in the whiteout\nconditions. I had to figure out where I was and orient myself when I managed to\nfind a structure I recognized. It's a pretty scary feeling let me tell you. By\nthe time I made it back to the clinic, climbed the rope to get me to the top,\nand back inside, five hours had passed. Malkia was almost frantic until she saw\nme. \n                I hit\nthe floor on my feet and she hit me with hers and we were both down on the\nconcrete. That raspy tongue made short work of warming up my face.\n                \"Thanks\ngirl. I think you're more suited to this shit than I am. What I wouldn't give\nto have that coat of yours!\"\n                She\nfinally let me up. She was as bad as a dog with separation anxiety. I knew what\nshe wanted, but to be honest, I was fucking cold. My teeth were chattering and\nmy skin felt hard and cracked. I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee\nand turned on the oven to generate more heat. After six cups of joe, I felt\nsuitably revived to take my coat off, which she took as meaning it was playtime\nagain. \n                The bed\ndid look awfully comfortable, and I already knew that I could finish warming up\nquite well under the covers, in the embrace of my wonderful Malkia. \n                She\nbeat me to the bedroom.\n                Females!"}