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Bast's Consort(bst)
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Bast's Consort
Story -- Cleo-1
This story involves consentual bestiality between a human and a big cat.
This is a work of fiction. No resemblence to any person is intended.
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purpose.
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Cleo-1
One day, I got a surprise invitation from my friend, Vicky, to fly out
to Las Vegas and visit her and her new husband, Frank. Getting married was
the last thing I ever expected her to do. Still, I wanted to see her, and
I wanted to get out of Harrisburg, so I gave her a call and arranged to fly
out.
Vicky picked me up at the airport in a small pickup, and we drove out
to her place in the mountain town of Blue Diamond, about 30 miles out of
Vegas. On the way, she told me about her husband. Frank worked as a
mechanical engineer for a high tech company in the area, but he was almost
a mountain man at heart. Vicky had been transferred to a job at that
company and she had kept running into him. He had a big picture of a lion
rubbing heads with a lioness over his desk, and she'd noticed that it was a
real photo, not a poster. Curious, she asked where he'd gotten it. To her
surprise, Frank said: "I took it. They're my cats. The male's Caesar and
the female's Cleopatra, though I just call her Cleo." He'd raised Cleo
from a cub, then gotten Caesar who was already half grown. Frank got him
for free from somebody who'd found that a half grown male lion was too much
trouble, even though the lion had been declawed and defanged. Fortunately,
she said, Caesar hadn't been abused, and he was a naturally good tempered
cat.
Vicky just had to go out and visit the cats. One thing led to
another, and soon she was staying out there on weekends. One Friday when
she'd driven out to visit, she found that Cleo had come into heat two days
before. Frank had separated the two lions in different pens so they
couldn't mate and have cubs. He explained that there was a real problem
with surpluss lions. The zoos simply couldn't take them all.
They visited Cleo in her pen, and Vicky found that Cleo had become
almost insufferably friendly. She proceeded to tell me an incredible
story.
"She was constantly demanding attention. She'd insist on having her
head rubbed. Then she'd lick you with her rough tongue until you couldn't
stand it. Then she'd rub against you and almost knock you down. Then
she'd turn and present her rear end to Frank and crouch like she wanted him
to mate with her. I noticed his face got kind of red and I looked down and
saw his pants bulging. He definitely had a hard-on. I thought I'd tease
him a little. I hugged him and rubbed against him, made a throaty growling
noise and said, 'Grrroww. I've got first dibs. She'll have to wait her
turn.' He hugged me back, nuzzled me and growled right back at me.
"We made a game of it, and in five minutes I was crouched like a
lioness on the bedroom rug while he circled me on all fours, rubbing
against me and growling. I had problems keeping from laughing, but we
managed to carry the whole silly act through to its conclusion. I crouched
low and held my rear high while he squatted behind me and entered me from
behind, and we both growled while he fucked me. We were both incredibly
aroused, and I had one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had. He
growled louder and tried to roar when he came, but maybe that was the last
straw, because he broke out laughing instead. We lay there laughing
ourselves silly for a minute or two. Finally, I said, 'All right, Lion
Man, you've screwed me silly. Now it's Cleo's turn."
"His response surprised me. He seemed to sober up and looked straightat me. After an uncomforble pause, he asked, "Are you just being silly
or do you really mean that?" Maybe I'd been a bit slow, but I thought
about Cleo's behavior and Frank's erection and wondered. Had he already
tried fucking her? I was getting horny all over again just thinking of it.
I tried an oblique track. "She's going crazy out there", I said. "She's
so horny, you can't let her suffer. That wouldn't be fair." He didn't
answer, so I continued. "I said she had second dibs. I'm not jealous.
You're man enough, aren't you." I shouldn't have said that, I guess it was
kind of unfair.
"He was almost staring at me. Finally, he asked, "What would you do
if I did?" I replied, "Stand there and watch, getting hornier and hornier.
Then I'd insist on taking my turn again. She can have second dibs but she
can't have equal time." He was getting an erection again, but I wasn't
sure I'd convinced him. I didn't know if he believed me or what. I leaned
over and kissed him, then grabbed his penis and kissed it, then said, "You
heard what I said. I'm getting horny again just thinking of it."
"I'm not sure what convinced him, but he looked at me and said, "Okay,
I believe you. I'll do it." It was dark out, and we didn't have any
neighbors for over a mile. The area containing Cleo and Caesar's pens was
surrounded by a tall, solid wood fence, and nobody could see us, so we
didn't bother to put anything on when we stepped outside.
"Cleo was still super friendly, and when Frank stepped into her pen,
she immediately rubbed against him so hard that she nearly pushed him over.
She quickly focussed on his hard, erect penis and sniffed it, pausing to
make a funny expression with her nose wrinkled and her tongue part-way out.
Frank said "Come on, Cleo," and she followed us back inside, where we could
see what we were doing better and had guaranteed privacy.
"She rubbed against him some more and nuzzled his crotch, making that
funny expression again. She was clearly interested, and after a few
seconds, Frank got down on his hands and knees, facing her. Cleo rubbed
heads with him, then rubbed her body against his while turning to sniff at
his rear end. As she did that, she leaned against him and canted her
raised tail in his direction, obviously inviting him to take a sniff.
Instead, he reached up and stroked her tail, making her lash it, then
scratched her on the rump just above her tail. She jumped a little, then
turned to rub against him the other way, stopping just in front of him to
crouch and present herself. All this time, she was purring and rumbling
with pleasure.
"Frank put his hand on her rump and she crouched lower with her feet
back, holding her tail to one side and inviting him to mount her. Frank
looked at me and asked for the last time, "You're sure you want me to do
this?" I was so aroused by then that I answered, "Damn right I do. I'll
get so horny watching you that I'll probably be ready take my turn with
Caesar." He stared at me, but I think he believed me. Cleo had
apparently gotten impatient, as she'd gotten up from her crouch and circled
around him to sniff and rub against him some more. Then she crouched
directly in front of him, again presenting herself for mating. He turned
to face her and got off his hands and knees to squat directly behind her.
He put both hands on her rump and she crouched lower, pushing her rump up
and back toward him, lifting her tail and turning it sharply to one side.
He touched her beside her vulva with one finger, and she trembled andpushed back against his finger.If she wasn't ready and willing, I don't
know what was.
"Her tail was in the way of his legs, so Frank lifted it up over his
knee and draped it across his leg. Then he leaned over her, getting
partway up from his squat to put his hands on the ground just ahead of her
hind legs. She stayed in her crouched position, so he spread his knees far
apart and moved forwards until his rigid penis touched her rump beside her
vulva. The root of her tail touched his groin before it bent to the side
and hung out over his thigh on his side away from me. His penis was tilted
up too high to enter her, so he shifted his weight sideways and reached
back to push down on the shaft till it was more horizontal. He rubbed its
end over her rump for a few seconds, trying to find the opening. Then, she
shifted sideways an inch or two, and the end of his penis slid into her.
"Frank let go of his penis and got his hand back on the ground beside
the lioness. He held his knees wide and gently thrust forwards, sliding a
couple of inches into her before pulling back. Cleo continued to crouch,
but her ears were back, and she made a low rumbling growl instead of a
purr. Frank thrust again, penetrating her a couple inches more, then
pulled back. Cleo kept still, so he thrust a third time, not stopping
until his penis was buried fully inside her and his balls were pressed
tightly against her rump. He glanced at me for just a moment, then
carefully pulled back and thrust about a dozen times.
"Cleo was getting restless and growled louder, but Frank thrust once
again, then tilted his head back and grunted between clenched teeth, "Here
I come." He pressed his groin tightly against the lioness, and for a few
seconds I could see the muscles in his belly moving as he started to come.
Within seconds, Cleo's rumbling growl turned into a full-voiced snarl, and
she lunged forwards out from under him, leaving him crouched with his
jerking penis squirting into thin air. Cleo whirled around to face him,
still snarling, and Frank backed away from her in a hurry; but she
collapsed on her side, then rolled back and forth on her back. Frank had
really done it, and gotten away with it.
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