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_I've done quite a few stories involving animals with human-like sentience, so this one's a little twist - a human with the mind of a feral animal! _

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Engrossed as I was in my work, I almost overlooked the subtle notices I was receiving from my perimeter sensors. Seeing the ‘intruder’ was who I expected it to be, my mood brightened as I walked out to my yard to catch a glimpse of my little guest. The landscape that had seemed so alien when I first arrived felt like home now, even if it wasn’t the world of my birth.

Terra, it had been named by its once dominant species. But that had been quite a while ago, enough for nature to reclaim what was once an apparently thriving industrial civilization. We’d managed to determine what their downfall was – a massive solar flare that had wiped-out the electrical grid the humans had been dependent on. Without that cornerstone of their civilization, homo sapiens - the species that had just begun to take its first tentative steps into space travel – had been reduced once again to homo erectus.

It had been a sobering lesson for my people when they first discovered this lush garden world, enough for us to erect orbital shielding to protect our new colony from an unruly star. As for the humans, well, there were some among my race who advocated we reintroduce them to technology, salvage the species and guide them back to sentiency. But that was the minority opinion. The official position was to limit contact and study them with as little interference as possible, at least for now.

Which was where I came in. It had been a boon to the field of xenology to find a surviving, if barely, intelligent species, rather than a rock made almost sterile by either a natural disaster or weapons of mass destruction, with only mere traces of a civilization that had produced them. Of course, we’d never recover the bulk of the humans’ accumulated knowledge.

There was undeniable evidence that they’d been able to construct a large information network – web-works of decaying cables, inert satellites in the planet’s orbit, all of it connecting large data processing and storage centers. And all of it wiped out by that first, massive EM pulse that had put an end to their society.

So my colleagues and I were reliant on more archaic storage mediums – magnetic and photo-sensitive tape, often badly deteriorated, as well printed fiber-sheets. It was often frustrating, but rewarding work. We’d been able to reconstruct a dozen human languages by now and I was fluent in a couple of them, which sadly is more than could be said for any human we’ve ever observed.

And it was the observation of a particular human that had led me along a winding path towards my little orchard. As a researcher, I’d been allowed to settle next to a forest that housed a small tribe of feral humans. I’d purposefully let the wild undergrowth advance toward the small orchard I maintained, wondering if one of them would be tempted to use the cover of the brush to ‘raid’ me.

Only one was.

She’d grown more confident over the months. My first glimpses of the female had been through my extensive but well hidden security grid. She’d been wild-eyed when she first approached, visibly terrified but drawn to the bounty of heavily-laden fruit trees. They’d lost the skill of cultivating the plants, but our botanists had recovered several seed banks and had been having quite a lot of fun reintroducing the flora back to its native world.

She’d bolted when she first saw me, but it was what I had expected. Not that I was terribly intimidating. I stood taller than her but my form, covered as it was in a pattern of browns, tans and blacks, was a good deal more sinuous than the bulky males of her species. Her flight had been a graceful thing as she leapt away back into the forest, clutching a number of pilfered fruits to her bare chest in spite of her terror.

She was no longer terrified of the sight of me, and although still as weary as any wild animal, I seem to have managed to stir her curiosity. As I carefully walked towards the orchard, I was as naked as she was, although by choice. I had a lot of privacy where I lived and as I found the climate quite agreeable, I went without clothes unless circumstances demanded it. One of my little eccentricities, I suppose, but I suspect it was one of the things that had allowed me to develop this fledgling relationship with the curious human female – a common factor.

I had discovered a while ago while analyzing some old medical records that an unknown human female was labeled as ‘Jane Doe’ until her name could be ascertained. The moment I’d first spotted my intruder, I’d decided the name would be uncannily appropriate. I’d seen a few does, females from species belonging to the family cervidae, and noticed a strong resemblance between them and my ‘visitor’ - a sort of feral grace, large brown eyes, and skittishness. I still had no idea what, if anything, ‘Jane’ meant…

I spotted her as she was stretching, arms upraised to get to a piece of fruit she apparently found superior to the more low-hanging ones. As I took in the sight of her I must admit my interest in her was more than professional, and had been for some time. It’s something I was careful to keep secret from my colleagues, and society in general, but I’d developed and unmistakably sexual attraction to my little Doe.

Quite perverse, I know, since humans were little more than highly intelligent animals at this point, and while as a scientist I consider myself quite a rational person, I am also aware that sexual attraction is anything but. And as my eyes drank in the sight of that taught body stretching as Jane stood on the tips of her toes, I could feel my own responding.

She was young, but most definitely sexually mature, even though I wasn’t sure if she’d mated yet. Her figure, although nubile, was hardly matronly, her form firm and vital, although pleasantly soft where it needed to be. The legs that carried her to and fro so swiftly were muscled but graceful, and the humans’ lack of a tail only made her firm, rounded rear more prominent. Combined with generous hips, it was a sexual characteristic that male members of my species could quite readily recognize as appealing.

But not so the swell of her chest. Being reptiles, our females lacked such a feature and members of my race saw breasts as just another set of glands. True, we have an appreciation for what they secreted, and even my stone-age ancestors had begun to domesticate animals for their milk as well as meat and hides. But in most wild mammals, mammaries were often barely perceivable unless the female in question was lactating.

In human females, the breasts were quite prominent, and I had begun to suspect they were a primary sexual characteristic. It was Jane’s posture that first led me to believe this, the set of her back and shoulders seeming to put emphasis on the mounds of flesh riding high on her chest. When I had the opportunity to get closer, I had noticed lines of some sort of sub-dermal pigment, swirling patterns that seemed to draw attention to the nipples toping those globes. Getting those must have been painful Jane, and you wouldn’t have gone through something like that without good reason.

It’s strange though – once I realized the breasts of a human female were meant to entice a prospective mate, I couldn’t help but be enticed. There was an aesthetic to them, the gentle curving swell of the mounds, as well as the way they moved whenever Jane did. She’d spotted me by now, raising a delicate face to meet mine, eyes wide and those full lips pated, fruit juice still glistening on them.

I couldn’t help but grin when I noticed just which tree she was picking from today. There was a prominent myth in old human culture about a woman being tempted to evil by a serpent urging her to steal apples from a deity of some sort. I was tempting her I suppose, but the tree was mine and she was welcome to as much fruit as she wanted.

There was a slight tensing in her posture as I approached, those big doe-like eyes glued to me as the hand holding a half-eaten apple was lowered. A curious but suspicious face framed by a mane of nut-brown hair, with a few strands woven into braids and decorated with feathers. Another exotic trait that females of my species lacked.

It was good that she was in a curious mood, since I’d brought something with me I hoped would arouse her interest. In my hand I held a small device that would reproduce a recorded sound. Music, actually, and more to the point, human music. A colleague of mine had been part of an expedition that had uncovered a trove of black, plastic discs that were, upon further analysis, discovered to be audio recordings that graphically imprinted sound using miniscule spiraling grooves. He’d sent me quite a bit of the restored material, more as a curiosity than for actual research. And I was curious indeed, to see how my Doe reacted to it.

I set the device down on the grass, so that she could plainly see it and tapped its screen. It was an instrumental piece, the first instalment in a series celebrating this world’s seasons. I was half expecting the female to bolt upon hearing the melody, but as the music began to play her eyes took on a wistful look. Seeing the effect the recording had on her I envied her those silly looking ears.

We’d known for some time that the hearing range of an average human was far greater than our own, and as such human music was beyond us. Once processed by a VI to fall within our auditory range we could hear all of it, but were aware that it would be a mere shadow of what a human would hear. As such, we could appreciate the complexity of the melodies and the effort it took to compose and play them, especially elaborate orchestral pieces such as this one, but we weren’t moved by it.

Jane on the other hand was, seeming to forget me as she focused on the notes coming from the device, even going so far as to get closer to the strange thing. I wondered then if she recognized it. Humans certainly could no longer play such elaborate music, but could snippets of it have survived, devolving gradually into tribal rhythms?

I noticed her mouth opening and closing, and after listening carefully could hear her making soft ‘la’ and ‘na’ noises, singing wordlessly along with the recording. Quite astonishing, since today’s humans seemed to have little to no verbal communication, and no formal language whatsoever. She took another step and looked up, and I couldn’t help but notice those big brown eyes looking at me differently.

They appeared to take in the sight of my body almost for the first time, the female seeming more interested in what I looked like rather than what I’d do. Her posture was different as well – her legs were close together, not braced for a sprint like they usually were, her hips were cocked and her elbows were tucked back a little, which served to thrust her chest out and make her breasts more prominent. Her meaning was clear, but it still took me by surprise.

A mating display? No, I corrected myself, a response! Doe had never before done anything similar. The music I’d played for her had been the trigger. Music as a courtship ritual? I knew for a fact neither I nor my colleagues had even considered that possibility. We knew, naturally, that there were various species out there with mating calls, but the idea of actual music being used as enticement was alien to us. Even confronted with this evidence, the image of ancient human females throwing themselves at a male just because he could sing or play an instrument well seemed laughable.

A quick flick of my tongue confirmed my suspicions. While our hearing was quite limited, our sense of taste/smell was superb, and I could detect with great detail how Doe’s body was responding to the music, and to the male standing in front of her. Emboldened, I took a step closer, noting the way Doe’s chest swelled as she took in a deep breath, eyes seeming to sparkle as they remained glued to me. I noticed the tips of those heaving breasts were becoming stiff, the areolae around her nipples darkening and contracting.

As alien as it was, the reaction was obvious – a display of sexual arousal. Doe’s lips seemed to curl slightly as she began to move in time to the music, staying more or less in place as her hips began to sway. The message was clear – it was up to the male to approach, to pursue. And it struck home rather effectively.

Despite our limited hearing compared to humans, we did have music of our own, and while it wasn’t a part of courtship itself, dancing was. And despite the many attempts made over the centuries to clean it up, dance remained a way for potential mates to show off their bodies, using a rhythm to emphasize their displays.

Doe’s dance didn’t really follow the music all that well, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to keep my eyes glued to those toned limbs, the swinging hips, and the swaying breasts that now seemed to hold so much of my attention. I took a few more steps, and Doe seemed to flash me a smile as she twirled about half a step away, playfully suggesting skittishness, while also communicating she might be quite easy to catch, should I decide to try.

I grinned back deciding to play her little game, taking two long strides for every little hop of hers and soon closing the distance between us. Doe’s back was turned to me as she wiggled her firm rear in my direction, and once she glanced back to see I was close enough to touch she began to look me over with the shamelessness of a wild animal sizing up a potential mate. Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open when she reached my crotch and came face to face with the effect of her little dance.

I highly doubt mine was the first shaft she’d ever seen, but I knew for a fact that what was even now sliding out of my genital slit was quite different from what a human male had. A human male’s shaft was as smooth as the rest of his skin and more or less the same color, while the shaft even now emerging from its hiding place was noticeably slick, its purple length slightly ribbed and ending in a hammer-shaped hemi-glans.

The human female sank to her knees in front of me, never once taking her wide eyes off my shaft as she came in for a closer look. She gave me a sniff first, and after my smell apparently didn’t offend her surprised me by sticking her tongue out and flicking the tip between the twin tips of my cock. It’s an old joke among my people that the male conveniently has one tip for each of the two prongs of a female’s tongue, so the sensation of Doe’s thick appendage slipping between them caught me a little off guard, a groan escaping me as my cock sent two streams of clear fluid across the human female’s coppery face.

Doe looked quite pleased with herself for a moment, resting her hands against the soft grass she was kneeling on with her legs apart, her lips opening as she lowered her mouth onto my cock before wrapping it lovingly around my shaft. Those full lips felt like silk even as they gripped my member, causing a few more spurts to shoot down the human girl’s gullet.

I let out a hiss of satisfaction as Doe began to suckle me, humming into my shaft to the melody I could now barely hear but that must still be clearly audible to her keen ears. Her eyes were closed but popped open when she felt me put one scaly hand on top of that unruly brown mane of hers, possibly concerned I was going to pull her off. Well I was, at some point, but it was clear to me how this little encounter was going to end. For now I just ran my palm over her head, petting her and smoothing down that wild tangle of hair as Doe eagerly drank down everything my now twitching shaft leaked into her hot little mouth.

As the human female’s tongue writhed against the underside of my shaft, my own was flicking out, picking up the alien yet somehow relatable scent of Doe’s arousal, the feminine musk making the sweet air of the orchard sweeter still. I felt a familiar tension mounting between my legs and with some reluctance managed to gently pull the girl’s mouth off my cock, the twin heads leaving her lips with a little pop as she looked up at me with confusion in those big brown eyes.

One glance at my face seemed enough to clear up any puzzlement, and I was sure she could sense how things were about to play out. She got up in one smooth motion, giving me one more glimpse of her flushed face before turning around. She bent over a little and braced her hands against the trunk of a nearby tree, her legs spread as she arched her back and thrust her rear out, clearly presenting herself in front of an aroused male.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I really should cross this boundary and actually engage in the bestial act that had until now been a dirty little fantasy. Yet the sight of Doe in front of me, her toned legs trembling slightly as she showed me the glistening cleft nestled between them was too much for me to resist at this point. I decided if there was a line that shouldn’t be crossed, I’ve crossed it already, and stopping now would do neither of us any good.

My instinct was to grab that pliant-looking rear and sheathe myself into the human’s eager sex, but I am a scientist and I suppose both curiosity and feeling of gentlemanly obligation made me kneel down behind the presenting female and inspect her a little more closely. There was a small patch of nut-brown hair just above her sex, but otherwise it was smooth, the plump lips looking a little more prominent than the simple slit a female of my species would have. The coppery folds also seemed to partly hide a set of pink petals between them, which normally would be hidden within a serpentine female’s sex, making the human vulva appear almost brazenly lewd, but no less enticing for it.

As I gently placed my palms on Doe’s tanned cheeks I felt a tremor run through her body, a brief tensing before she relaxed, seeming to push her rear out a little against my caressing hands. I used my thumbs to spread her lips a little, delighting in the sight of her delicate pink folds before flicking my tongue out for a taste. Doe gasped at the sensation of the forked appendage tickling her most sensitive spot, her sex tensing a little as a thin dribble of her juices began to trickle out of it.

I felt like I could have spent the better part of the afternoon like that, dipping my tongue in and out of the eager female’s honey-pot, listening to the happy little sounds she was making as her rear quivered in my gentle grip. But my own arousal, fanned by either the taste of the human female or the eagerness to engage in the taboo act that had been sitting in the back of my mind for so long, had become impossible to ignore.

As I pulled my tongue out I took one last look at Doe’s sex, noting that my efforts seemed to have caused it to open up just a little further, the glistening slit now looking very much like some exotic Terran flower sparkling with morning dew. Her head whipped back to see why I have stopped, a look of dismay and annoyance plastered over her face before I got up, moving one hand to her slim waist while the other guided my shaft to the female’s well-tongued lips.

Recognizing my posture her expression changed immediately, her mouth splitting in an almost drunken grin as eagerness danced behind those brown eyes. Her shell-like ears were no doubt still filled with the music from her world’s past, but all mine were picking up were the eager little pants of the female presenting herself for me.

I carefully wedged one thumb into her wet slit, using it to pull her lips open and slip the twin heads of my shaft into that velvety-pink tunnel. I knew, of course, that humans were hot-blooded, but her heat still took me by surprise as my shaft slowly spread her open, the feral female wincing slightly as the strangely shaped head slipped further inside her, her tunnel eagerly wrapping itself around the invading member despite its alien shape.

I placed both hands on her hips, using my thumbs to rub her lower back, a gesture that made Doe coo as she thrust her rear out slightly, taking about another inch of my shaft within her warm depths. I let out a long hiss of satisfaction and gently invaded the human female’s sex, realizing my near-blunder only when Doe tensed up a little before relaxing again. Naturally, the only experience she would have had with that sound would have been hearing it from a snake ready to strike. Still, immediate sensations won over against instinct, and she melted once again into my tender caresses.

I let out another hiss when I bottomed out inside her, but merging as it did with her own groan, this one didn’t seem to distress the female as much as the last one. The sensation of her smooth, shapely rump against my scales was as breathtaking as the sight of her naked form, the coppery skin now shining under a thin film of her perspiration. Conquering Doe’s depths had brought me closer to the edge than I would have thought, so I took a few moments to get my breath back, taking the opportunity to savor the sight of the exotic creature even now wrapped lovingly around my shaft.

I moved my hand’s to the top of her shapely rear, feeling the taught runner’s muscles under that soft, pliant flesh. Every touch seemed to make Doe’s body twitch and quiver, and I found myself wondering what it was like to be that naked – just bare skin exposed to the world. My own body was quite sensitive to touch, an increased number of tactile receptors compensating for the hard scales covering me head to toe, but there was always that deep awareness of being covered in a protective layer, one that I knew Doe must lack. I imagined the thrill such vulnerability must inspire, probably a much more intense version of the sensation I got just after shedding my skin.

I ran my hands across that expanse of copper-hued silk, feeling the little tremors under my fingers but encouraged by both the eager little pants coming from Doe’s mouth, and the clenching of her sex around my shaft as I explored her body. I flicked my tongue out again, and was shocked at just how little I could pick up of the orchard’s rich smells over the scent of the human female. I knew as a xeno-biologist that the sweat now covering her nubile form would carry with it the musk of her arousal but I was still stunned by the sheer power of the feral fragrance.

It was when my roaming hands reached her hanging breasts that Doe really responded, letting out a shuddering cry as her sex squeezed around me, her nipples stiffening against my palms. She was panting like a wild animal and I could feel the thudding of her heart within her chest as she pressed those soft globes against my grip, encouraging me to touch her more. Lacking any instinctive behavior when it came to mammaries, I settled for just gently kneading the pliant globes, deciding I must be doing something right by the way Doe was now cooing as she thrust her rear out against my crotch.

Her desperate need seemed infections, and I decided I’d made us both wait long enough. I lowered my chest onto her back, hissing in delight at the invigorating sensation of the heat coming from the warm-blooded female as I stretched my tail out behind me, the long appendage acting as a counter-weight and allowing me to balance more easily.

I decide to take it slow, sliding my shaft out almost all the way past those warm, clinging lips before reversing my direction and once again burying my member inside Doe’s welcoming sex. She raised her head as she moaned out at the sensation of my cock slowly pushing back inside her, her tunnel molding itself around it as I slid deeper within it.

I had done that only a few times when I felt Doe’s sex suddenly tighten, puzzled by her sudden tensing until she began to let out these strange whimpering noises and I felt wetness gush around my shaft. As the panting female recovered I realized she must have climaxed just from these few gentle thrusts. The surge of masculine pride I felt was tempered somewhat by the knowledge that a male of her species wouldn’t have bothered even this much. Once courtship was done with, a human male would have proceeded to simply breed the female.

And as confident as I was of my ability to outperform any such male, I have to admit that Doe’s response had made me somewhat impatient. I pressed my hands firmly against her chest, cupping her ripe mounds and holding her tight against me as my hips sped up, my lower body moving in a smooth, rapid rhythm as my shaft began to piston in and out of that warm, dripping slit. Despite lacking a language, Doe had no trouble communicating her opinion on the change of pace, the panting female thrusting her rear back a little to meet every thrust as she let out little moans every time my scaly body slapped against the bare skin of her rump.

Lost in the rapture of the feral coupling I let out another hiss of delight inches away from Doe’s ear, the female once again tensing up, but this time for an altogether different reason. The sibilant sound seemed to thrill her without causing fright as the female learned another meaning to the sound expect for impending danger. I flicked my tongue over her neck, my mind fogging up from the taste of her even as I felt goose pimples rise over her skin in response to my amorous gesture.

All the while I kept up my thrusting, my tail undulating behind me as my hips worked tirelessly, driving my shaft in and out of Doe’s slick sex. I realized at some point I was becoming decidedly less gentle that I would have been with a female of my own species, but the eager responses of the panting female below me only spurred me on as Doe seemed to drag me down to her level, inspiring me to rut her rather than make love.

I could see the arms she was using to brace herself against the tree bend a little every time I smacked into her pert behind, a few apples raining down around us as our mating shook them off their branches. I wondered briefly if Doe could still hear the music, or even if it was still playing. There was no longer any way I could detect it, my meager hearing picking up only the lusty sounds leaving her mouth even as the pounding of her heart reverberated through my body, a thudding drumbeat that drove me on more than any elaborate melody could.

Doe’s moans increased in volume and pitch, her head lifting as I once again felt her insides clamp down around my shaft even as her warm juices splattered over my crotch. The sensation of her silky tunnel milking around my cock was bringing me closer, and I squeezed her chest hard as I began to buck into her with short, rapid thrusts, my cock barely leaving the warmth of her sex as the twin tips of my shaft nudged against her cervix with every thrust.

Feeling a tightening between my legs, I shoved myself as deep as I could into Doe’s dripping slit and hissed out as I felt my orgasm wash over me. Delighted little mewling noises left the human female’s throat as the first twin jets of serpentine seed surged into her well-bred sex, her posture docile as the male mounting her emptied himself inside her. I came like never before, my vision dimming as my senses narrowed down to the pulsing of my shaft within the velvety confines of Doe’s warm slit.

By the time I’d shot my last drop into the female bellow me I was still panting, realizing only now just how much I’d exerted myself during the savage rutting. My hold on Doe, which had felt so right at the time suddenly seemed less than gentlemanly, and I released the female as I stood up and pulled my softening shaft from her sex. I wondered briefly if I’d acted too hastily, if maybe Doe would have preferred to savor the afterglow, but the way the female straightened and turned back to look at me told me clearly enough that she considered the happy act done with.

Her lips were still curved up in a smile, eyes now clear but still twinkling as they regarded me with more warmth than ever before. I noticed her coppery cheeks were blushing a rosy red, and looking down could see her breasts were the same hue, feeling a bit guilty as I wondered if maybe I had been too rough as I groped the sensitive mounds with my scaly palms. I took some comfort from the fact that Doe’s expression and posture gave no indication of pain or discomfort, her bearing once again filled with that feral grace that first caught my eye.

Her eyes, however, didn’t remained fixed on me much longer, as the female bent over and began to pick up apples, no doubt having worked up one appetite while sating another. She hummed as she gathered a few of the choicest fruits our rutting had shook loose, humming along to the music that was still playing, either from the device or in her head. As she bent over, I got a few good glimpses of her blushing lips leaking the pearly white goo I’d left inside her, and I was wondering briefly if she was trying to entice me into giving her some more.

I realized it wasn’t the case as the female sprang back towards the forest she called home, clutching the fruit to her chest as she did. I couldn’t help but notice there was more of a spring to her step than a sprint, and decided to ask my colleague for some more of those recordings. Hopefully, they’d arrive in time for Doe’s next visit.