## Archive-name: cougar

From: hookah@.ucsc.edu (Molly McButter)

Subject: Cougar

Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality

I found this on a local bbs - I did not write it. I'd like to find out who did, though! Enjoy:
Cougar

Draped across a bench in her large, intensely private, walled yard, Cougar allowed her downy body to become beaded with sweat in the dry radiance of the overhead heaters. Her perspiration released an invisible vapor of perfumes from the oils that had been massaged into her skin. She let herself experience the sensual feel of the freed molecules as they wafted into her nostrils and teased her tastebuds. Now and then a breeze, produced by hidden mechanisms at the edge of the yard, would spring up and evaporate the droplets of moisture, cooling her body as it caressed her breasts and thighs. Whenever the pacing presence of her newest lover-client, as he strode to the window of her house several yards away, intruded upon her meditations,, she'd tense and have to begin over again. She was striving for a mood of heavy odorous sensuality for this stranger from the moon's sterile domed colony. Her intent was to be an overwhelming part of his welcome home to the lush fertile earth. He was one of the wealthiest mine owners; she wanted his patronage very much.
Above her a video flashed reproductions of erotic Victorian art. Cougar had spread her legs to let the breeze touch her genitals. The pictures were not arousing the sexuality she wanted. She stretched, turned her head to assess the situation in the house and then, looking back to the screen, her eyes widened. She stopped the frame, wondering why the sight of the slender dark-haired woman-child sitting in a walled garden, so pleasurably caressing her girlish slit with the ear of a sweet and tractible doe, caught her attention.
"Ah, yes," she thought to herself, "the zoo." She felt the blood begin a steady, tumescing flow to her vulva at the memory of animals mating, and hot, wet sex under a naked sun.

Some creature had been crashing blindly through the underbrush and Cougar and her companion, then lover-client Zea, had leaned over the rail of their chauffered zoo transport to see better what it was.
An eight-point stag had burst into sight and had started trotting alongside their vehicle. His nostrils flared red, his eyes were glazed, and when he swerved into a clearing a little farther on, Cougar ordered the vehicle stopped. A doe stood in the circle of trees and brush, framed in the filtered sunlight. She raised her tail and turned her rear to the stag. Moisture was oozing from her vagina.
The stag's thick neck was engorged; the veins that created a thin tracery under his taught silky hide coursed with the hormone-filled blood that made him into a blinded rutting male. A pinkish, dripping penis was edging out of his hair-covered sheath. His rear end had begun a reaching humping motion as he slashed at the ground near the doe. At last he leaped her, grasping with his forelegs, and thrusting into her.
When it was done, Cougar could hardly speak. She and her companion and the driver fell to the floor of the transport and rutted as quickly as the two deer.

By the time Cougar had waded about in her reveries, her vulva were swollen and wet. When she went in to her new lover, she delighted him with her heat. As he moved in and out of her, she whispered fantasies to him, and he came in choking gasps to images of the golden sensual Cougar coupling with the tawny rutting deer.
The dark man was Sul Ad'd. Over the months he made her richer, and his passionate moodiness enhanced her own recent moods like a strange new spice. For prior to the advent of Sul Ad'd, Cougar had been spending more than half of her time muddling about in the sweet ennui of self-pity. By the time she was aware that she was delving too far and investing too much in these emotions, her vocational role conditioning that she not show her feelings to clients had already overcome the possibility that anyone else would notice her personality slipping toward morbidity.
Cougar chose to believe she was suffering from "boredom--screaming, aching boredom." She would raise the thoughts to a subvocal level as she gazed into the mirror part of her bedroom wall. Practically incapable of wrinkling her face from it's smooth porcelin-like cast, she resorted to expressing her emotions in a series of dialogues with herself. She never spoke out loud. Those words might go into the household computer for analysis. She told her wall that she felt she neede more practice at the expressionless expression expected of her. Even as she let words flow through her mind, she stood there watching herself wonder if she could even allow herself the luxury of thinking.
"Wouldn't it," she grimaced internally, "wrinkle my brain?"
"Perhaps," she replied, "I should work at becoming as smooth inside as I am outside. Ah, but what the difference? You," she told her reflection, "are a prisoner inside that fine-boned beautiful skull."
She felt mildly alarmed at a new habit of viewing herself as if she were standing to one side. She noted she was even doing that in crowds of late. So day after day she'd gaze at her sculpted face, viewing the pacings of her mind as she waited for Sul Ad'd to come have sex with her. Sometimes with him she'd forget about her prisoned mind. He'd tell her of life and death inside and out of a domed city. She's tell him of her safe and never-once-endangered life. And she told him of Zea, the lover who had taken her to the zoo, who had given her the viewing crystal of ancient erotica, and who delighted in feeding her strange ideas about men and women. That same lover had named her Cougar, laughingly saying her name would also become her totem. She had made the young Cougar stand in front of a mirror as she held up a portrait of the yellow cat so Cougar could compare it with the golden-skinned, golden-eyed primitive that stared back.
Sul Ad'd said her name was appropriate, but that sometimes she reminded him of the hot earth and a ripening wheat field on a blistering day. As he said those words, he visualized a huge stag grazing in the middle of an empty field.
One day Sul Ad'd arrived at Cougar's house laughing and leading a strange caravan that included a cage containing a tranquilized yearling deer.
"It's a cull from the zoo herd," he told Cougar. "I bribed the zoo keeper to put me at the top of the pet list." Pointing at the hapless animal: "They were going to feed him to the wild cats and I said I knew a Cougar who would like him alive. Do you like him? Do you want him?"
Cougar smiled a smile that said she was laughing with him, and walked around and around the cage staring at the staggering deer. "He's the most wonderfully beautiful creature I have ever seen."
"Good," said her lover. Then gesturing toward the other trucks: "That one has hay for him to eat, the next is the fencing and new plantings. I shall redo your compound for his new home." But as he watched Cougar staring in awe at the animal, he felt a jab of envy and impulsively told her so. At her puzzled smile, he felt his prick begin to swell. Then he went to work changing the yard area into a maze-like forest with a glen. Cougar was awed at the wealth that could transplant rare full-grown trees, and buy so many of the ordinary-looking shrubs genetically altered to mature in weeks.
Throughout the winter Sul would go to Cougar's and watch the growing relationship between the yellow-gold, lithe-muscled woman and her pet, now named Deer.
As Deer's first spring approached, his budding maleness erupted, showing first in the growing fuzz-covered antlers on his head. As the male hormones formed and filled his bloodstream, swelling his neck and thickening his shoulders, he started to respond to the estrogen-heavy perfumes of his owner. He would shiver in pleasure when she touched his flank lovingly, and would turn his head and bury his quivering nostrils in the hair beneath her arms, inhaling her odors, her perfumes.
When Sul Ad'd watched the two, raw lust would fill his mouth at the rut he saw building in the young deer.
Late in spring, with Sul Ad'd watching, her touchings and caresses found the deer's genitals. Pushing back the fur-covered sheath, she looked up at her heavily breathing and astonished lover on the porch. She slid her mouth over Deer's slippery penis. Deer plunged a bit, then settled down into a gentle humping as she sucked and stroked his ejaculate out. Cougar became sexually hot, as she had as a pubescent girl watching and contemplating others at sex, thinking it something forbidden, nasty, and delectible. She put her fingers to her clitoris and exploded. Running her nipples along Deer's silky hide, she finally lifted her head enough to meet his puzzled gaze. She touched his snuffling nose. He was slashing at the ground with his hooves. Cougar flinched as he suddenly turned and bucked his way across the compound.
All summer his maleness grew. The antlers sprouted more and he rubbed and scraped at the itching felt-like covering. Not a tree or wall was free of his mark. Each time Cougar sucked and played with his pink prick he'd hump into her mouth and hands harder. Cougar's own fascination grew until one day she told Sul how much she longed to have Deer fuck her, and how afraid she was of his strength.
One time she spread musk oil on her cunt and leaned over in front of Deer's head. She didn't know if she was pleased or dismayed by his reaction. His nose shoving against her vagina nearly pushed her over. So she stood up and pulled on his balls and stroked the contents of his sheath until Deer's thick fluid dripped across her hands. Sul Ad'd went to her and entered her before she could make herself come. And as he stroked her and soothed her afterwards, plunging his fingers into her vagina as they lay on the ground, he came again--this time against her leg--while he looked up at Deer's damp sheath.
The next time Sul showed up at the compound, it was with another truck in tow. This one contained a pseudo-log, designed to hold Cougar's body face up at about the height of a female deer, yet safe from Deer's dangerous feet. He had it placed in the center of the glen, sideways to the porch where he liked to stand and watch Cougar and Deer. Then, scrutinizing Cougar closely, he brought out his next gift, a container of liquid. Setting it down on a table, he said it was the urine of an estrous white-tailed doe.
Cougar spent most of the afternoon watching Deer from her room. The bottle seemed to be in the center of her mind as a silent dare, while her eyes turned continuously to the log-shaped device in the center of the compound. Several times she walked outside and placed herself within the carefully contrived folds that his her torso, arms, and legs from the potential slashing of the hooves. Each time the sensation of having only her vulva exposed aroused her further. At those times Deer came up and sniffed at her, and once he ran his rasping tongue from her anus to her clitoris.
Sul was a silent backdrop. In his waiting he was perhaps more catlike than Cougar had ever been, in spite of her name. Finally he asked her what she was thinking. Cougar pointed to the battered trees with the remnants of dried skin from Deer's desperate attempts to clean his growing antlers. "He's so powerful."
But then she took up the container and a swab, and rubbed the contents around her genitals and into her vagina. She mixed it into her perfumes and added it to her oils, and had Sul massage them into her skin.
Deer reacted almost immediately when she went outside, her naked body glistening from the oils. He quivered at her touch, shoved at her with his head, nibbled her arm and neck, sliding his haunches in her direction. She ran her naked breasts along his side and again leaned over so he could smell her cunt. His tongue shot out to taste her, and as he wiped his tongue along her vulva she could feel him stiffen. He pushed at her and slashed the turf. When Cougar turned to see him, his nostrils were distended, the glaze of rut was spreading across his eyes. She moved quickly to the log and placed herself within it's safety. Deer's confusion showed itself in his nervous dance around the log. His penis was beginning to unsheath, his rear humping rhythmically as the odor of estrous doe filled his system. He tossed his head, his neck now a nearly straight column driving up from his shoulders. He had entered rut. Cougar's fear and awe gave way to the same lust she had felt in the zoo transport at the spectacle of single-minded sexual energy. She was shaking from her heat.
Deer reared above her, lashing out, and came crashing down with a leg on either side of the log. He was humping the air, seeking connection. The motion was so fast that Cougar froze. Her orgasm vanished in a surge of fear. For the first time in years, tears fell from her eyes and her face lost it's eternal smoothness.
Sul was nude on the porch staring intently at Deer, his own hips moving in unison with Deer's. Sul's sex was engorged to bursting with buttocks squeezing together. His whole being was drawn into the sexual vortex of the driving Deer. At the moment the animal penetrated Cougar, Sul ejaculated, sending sticky drops onto the ground at the bottom of the stair.
At last Deer disengaged and stood, spent and spraddle-legged, a few feet from Cougar's head and closed eyes. Only the sound of heavy breathing filled the compound. Cougar heard Sul's step and turned her head to look at him. He was stroking his still-swollen cock between his two hands, his hips still moving--rhythmically fucking nothingness. His lips were drawn back in a rictus of lust. Letting go of himself with one hand, he went to the sated Deer and tugged at the retracting penis. He kept at it for whole minutes, trying to arouse the creature's passion again, still moving his hips, still squeezing his buttocks together, pumping his own swollen prick.
When he gave up on Deer, he found Cougar's staring face and turned and placed his mouth on hers, his hands on her breasts. He pulled at her hair, her ear lobes, and pushed his fingers into her vagina, pressing the front wall against her urethra until she became again caught up in sex. When he started fucking her, putiing his cock into the mixture of blood and sweat and semen, she finally came. As her orgasm subsided, the familiar sensation of stepping to one side to watch her life overwhelmed her. As Sul Ad'd stroked in and out of her, she saw her face regain it's smooth, professional, and porcelin-like cast.

Wheatsinger

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