My Dear Pantheress (version 2.8)
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Human M / Furry F (Semi-Zoophilia)
Warning: The following has scenes of graphic sexual contact of a Semi-Zoophilia (sex with talking animals) Nature. If you are (a) underage or (b) disgusted / angered by such content PLEASE leave now!!! This is your only warning!!!
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Note to Readers: I hate porno videos. I can’t stand the thin, corny plot lines and the fake sex. All my furotica contains a level of passion and high-quality sex not found in porn. However, I do understand that sometimes you may want to read a story where you pounce right on the sex, and sometimes you may need a little more plot line and romance to turn you on. Therefore, I am implicating a rating scale in all my stories to serve you, the reader, better. Stories rated Sensuality/Passion are extremely sexually orientated. This simply means that there is still plot and love, but the story might have less romantic explanations, multiple sex scenes, and/or more kinky sex. Stories rated Passion/Sensuality are more romantically minded. There is still high-octane sex; it just might take longer for you to get there.
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Passion/Sensuality
“You want me to do what?” Brian Simons asked, exasperated.
“I don’t see exactly where you are having a problem. Many people would see it as an honor to be chosen for this project,” his boss said, shaking her head.
“Then why don’t you get someone else to do it?” Brian replied, getting up from the chair and looking out the only window in the office.
“Listen to me Brian. As the head of this zoo, it is my job to notice the potential of the workers and put it to good use…”
“Look, Sheila,” Bryan interrupted, “I’ve seen what it takes to take care of one of those animals. Sure, I enjoy my job, but my home is a place that I can get away from it. Plus, I’m not making enough money to be able to take care of anything.”
Sheila shook her head and looked down at her desk. “The Committee is giving you an extra stipend.”
“What?” Brian asked, turning from his gaze out the window.
Sheila pulled out some papers from a desk drawer, sighing slowly. “They will give you enough money to take care of Natasha, plus something extra for your troubles.”
Brian looked down at the papers that Sheila was holding and whistled. “That’s a lot of money! It will only take half of that to take care of Natasha!”
“That’s right,” Sheila said, looking up at him sternly, “that means that I expect her to be eating more than bread and butter.”
Brian took the papers from her hands, nodding a response. “Now I can afford that new car…”
“Hey! Are you listening to me? I’m not kidding here. I want you to make sure that Tasha stays all right.”
Brian smiled, suddenly his day looked brighter. “Of course I will! I’m a damn good zookeeper. Remember?”
Sheila frowned as she handed the file over to him. “Why do I have the feeling that you’re only doing this for the money?”
Brian chuckled and headed for the door, mumbling to himself. “Take care of a little cub, get a six-speed with power everything.”
Brian hummed happily as he stepped into the sunlight. He usually wasn’t satisfied with his job at the Provisional Zoological Park because their secretive methods were always the center of negative media attention. The zoo was not “open to the public.” Instead, scientist observed different animals that had been somehow altered, which in a way was the reason why Brian got a job there in the first place. He had seen the genetically altered mouse with the human ear in its back, and he wanted to make sure that the animals at the zoo were not turned into freaks by his fellow human beings. So far, he hadn’t seen anything as extreme as the mouse, and witnessed tests on other humans as well.
Now, as he walked toward the ‘Big Cat’ pen, he wondered how Natasha had been altered. Indeed, he had heard about her and how much all the scientists loved her, but he had never taken the time to get to know who she was. He entered the glass door to find a young scientist already waiting for him.
“You must be Mr. Simons,” she said smiling while examining the package that he held. “You will be looking after our Tasha, huh? Sometimes she can be a hand-full, but I think that she will grow on you like she did us. I must say that I am a little jealous of you.”
The scientist led Brian through a corridor and down a flight of stairs while explaining the assignment. “We want Natasha to experience the real world instead of just the one presented in this zoo. She is smart and pretty curious, so we want to know how she reacts to the public and how the public reacts to her.”
Brian listened to the rundown, trying to find the right time to ask the inevitable question. “What exactly is Natasha?” he finally asked.
The scientist stopped dead in her tracks and looked back at him, surprise set on her face. “Natasha is a black panther gifted with the power of speech. We have found a way for animals to be born with the correct vocal chords to communicate with humans. What’s really interesting is the fact that she speaks ‘feline’ too.”
The scientist led Brian into a small observation room and ushered him to a chair. “Is Natasha a ‘morph’ like the half-humans?” Brian asked, thinking of the zoo’s more ‘interesting’ specimens.
“Nope,” the scientist replied while writing insurance information on a form, “Natasha is one hundred percent pure four-legged panther. The only difference is the fact that she can comprehend what you are saying and speak back to you.”
As soon as she finished writing on the form, an older scientist walked into the observation room and eagerly shook Brian’s hand. “You must be the lucky fellow working on our Project Tasha,” he said, still gripping Brian’s hand. “My name is Dr. Meare. I’m going to bring Tasha into the room next door. Look through this window and see what you can learn.”
As Brian watched, Doctor Meare appeared on the other side of the glass with a young pantheress trailing behind him. Brian studied the feline; her fur looked soft and dark as night, completely camouflaging her even darker spots. Her eyes were stealthy and alert, yet tranquil and questioning. She padded into the room friskily on gentle paws, then followed Doctor Meare, swaying as she walked in a way that cats can only do.
“Okay, Tasha, we are going to have a little talk,” Dr. Meare said, sitting in a chair.
Tasha flopped on the carpeted floor, stretching her legs and sharp claws.
“But you told Tasha that she was going on a trip,” she responded, her voice light and mellow.
“Yes, you are, but first I need to ask you some questions.”
Natasha sighed and yawned. “That’s okay, I guess,” she said softly.
“Don’t worry,” Doctor Meare said, “I’ll make this short and painless. My question is -Why do you want to live outside the lab?”
Natasha raised her head and smiled suddenly. “Tasha wanna see the world! Tasha wanna know how it feels to live in a place outside of the compound. I so tired of living in a cage! Wanna experience freedom!”
“That’s what I thought,” Dr. Meare said. “The good news is that we have found someone that will let you stay in their home outside the compound. He will take care of you and let you meet others. But, remember, there is a vast world outside of the compound.”
“Tasha will finally see the outside? This is a dream come true! Who is the person?” Tasha asked, looking around the room.
“Let’s go meet him now,” Dr. Meare said, opening the door for the panther.
“Cute,” Brian mumbled to himself as the door closed.
The female scientist smiled. “Tasha is very lovable. She is an inspiration to all of us, and I appreciate you making her so happy.”
“Yeah,” Brian said, turning his back to the scientist and rolling his eyes. The panther was obviously a push over; a few trips to the mall and an outing to a fast-food restaurant would complete his obligation of taking her places.
The door to the observation room opened and Dr. Meare entered with the panther trailing behind him.
Brian looked up as Dr. Meare introduced them. “Tasha, this is Brian Simons. You will be staying with him.”
Natasha walked over to Brian and sniffed him cautiously. After inspecting him, she smiled and held her paw out. “Nice to meet you, Brian.”
“Pleasure to meet you also, Natasha,” Brian said, shaking her paw.
Natasha stuck her tongue out and shook her head. “Why so formal? Call me Tasha!”
Brian couldn’t help but smile. “Whatever makes you happy, Tasha.”
“Well,” the female scientist said, waiting for the introductions to end, “You two are free to go, right after I put this on Tasha.”
The scientist took a white collar with an odd box on it from a drawer. She knelt down and fastened the collar around Natasha’s neck.
“Aww,” Natasha protested, “Too dorky!”
“You never know, this collar might save your life. It has a radio transmitter on it that will tell Brian where you are at all times. It is for your own safety,” the scientist said.
“Well, I guess you can leave now,” Dr. Meare said, trying to hide a tear.
Natasha ran over and hugged him warmly. “Thank you so much! Tasha never forget this!”
After they said their final good-byes, Brian and Natasha left the room and headed for the exit of the zoo. A figure appeared from the shadows of the hallway and blocked the exit.
“I have a little message that I want to deliver before you leave,” the person said from the darkness.
“Well, Sheila, glad you came to see us off,” Brian said sarcastically. “What’s with the weird smile?”
“Is that your boss?” Tasha asked quietly.
Brian ignored the question and walked up to Sheila. “I just have one little inquiry. When do I get my money?”
“Well, you see Brian, that’s why I’m smiling,” Sheila said, eyes locking with his. “You see, I had a chat with the Board. That kitty decides if you get paid or not. If she likes the way you treat her, the money is yours. But, if you treat her badly, not only will you not get paid, you will also lose your job.”
“She’s mean,” Natasha exclaimed.
“No, my dear kitty,” Sheila said smiling, still looking at Brian, “you just don’t know Brian that well.”
Brian angrily watched Sheila walk away silently.
“I don’t see why you so nervous,” Natasha said, trying to break the awkward silence, “Meare wouldn’t let me go out with anyone he wouldn’t trust, and he read your file, so Tasha and you should get along fine.”
Brian rolled his eyes and left the building, heading for the parking lot. He showed the papers to a guard at the front gate and explained why he was leaving with Natasha. The guard gave him a wallet containing a P.Z.P. badge, which gave him permission to take Natasha anywhere under federal law. After he left the front gate, he walked over to an old, decrepit Ford.
“Why you so nervous?” Natasha asked. “Why you need so much money, anyway?”
Brian sighed irritably. “So I can replace this piece of shit car.”
“Oh,” Natasha said quietly.
The ride home was an exhilarating experience for Natasha. She peered at every new sight and squirmed anxiously, much to the aggravation of Brian.
“Will you try to keep your head inside the car?” he asked for the fifth time, trying not to be distracted by her constant wriggling.
“So many new things! What’s that place there?” Natasha asked ecstatically.
“That’s a supermarket,” Brian answered. “It’s where people buy food.”
“Whoa, you get to choose? Tasha had to eat whatever scientists give her. What that place?” she asked, pointing to a new building.
“That’s a gas station. Look, just try and calm down for now.” Brian took a deep breath and counted to ten as Natasha continued to ask questions all the way to his home.
He lived out in the suburbs in a small house that took most of his paycheck to afford. By the time he reached the house, he was a little more than frustrated. He slammed his car door and left it up to Natasha to find her way out. When she finally got into the house, he had regained some of his patience.
“This is my house,” he said with a fake smile.
“Ooh. Cozy, cozy,” Natasha purred.
“Yeah. Whatever. Let me give you the three-cent tour. Den, kitchen, living room,” he said, quickly pointing out the different areas, “Your room is this way.”
He led Natasha through the living room. “Bathroom, and right there, your room.”
He opened the door to the secondary bedroom and flicked on the light. “Bed, closet, armoire, desk. Any questions?”
Natasha’s eyes grew wide. “Wow, an armoire!”
Brian held his head and left the room, taking a deep breath.
“Wait a minute, I have a question,” Natasha said, stopping him.
“What?” Brian asked wearily.
“What’s a kit… kit… kit- chin?” she asked carefully.
“Ask me that after my head stops hurting,” he said, leaving the room.
A few hours later, Natasha walked out of the room and found Brian watching TV in the den.
“Has your head stopped hurting yet?” she asked softly.
“No,” he replied shortly.
Natasha jumped up on the couch and looked over at Brian. “Cause I was wondering when we were goin’ exploring. If we stay here, it’s like a really big cage. Wanna see the world!”
Brian glowered at her. “Rule one, get off the couch. I don’t need to be brushing cat hair off of it.”
“But it’s leather…” Natasha started.
“We will go out tomorrow,” Brian continued, “Tonight let’s just relax. You know what they say, can’t see all in one day.”
“Yeah,” she said quietly, laying down on the floor. “Hey, Brian…”
“A kitchen is a place where people keep food. People can cook, freeze, and keep dishes in there,” he said, cutting her off.
“Oh,” she said, leaving the den. She went into the kitchen and started to explore. She had just opened the refrigerator when she heard footsteps behind her.
“You think that you can just barge in here and start digging in my refrigerator?” Brian asked harshly.
“No, but Tasha a li’l hungry…”
“Well, I will find something for us to eat,” he said closing the refrigerator and watching Natasha return to the den. “And stay off the couch,” he yelled after her.
Early the next day, Brian got up and made ‘breakfast.’ He set it out on the table in front of Natasha, who looked up gingerly.
“I thought with freedom that you could choose what you want to eat,” she said slowly.
“Well, I bet you never had Oat Crisp Cereal and milk in the compound. Just think of it as Outsider’s Cuisine,” Brian replied.
Natasha poked her spoon into the cereal. “But Meare taught Tasha how to make waffles, eggs, sausage, even hash browns for breakfast.”
Brian put milk on his cereal and talked as he ate. “Let’s just say that freedom comes in degrees. Anyway, today I will take you to a real life, actual mall. It’s a place where there are a collection of stores and people gather.”
“Wow, a mall! Tasha can’t wait!” Natasha exclaimed, smiling for the first time that morning.
The trip to the mall was a little quieter than the day before. Natasha sat calmly, trying to preserve her energy for the walking. As they entered the mall, she stood in awe at all the lights and crowds that flowed around them.
Two security guards approached Brian swiftly, each trying not to get close to Natasha.
“Sir, you cannot have any animals in this area,” the first one said. “You are going to have to leave immediately.”
Brian casually reached in his pocket and produced the badge. “P.Z.P., boys,” he said coolly, “I am allowed to take this animal anywhere.”
He chuckled as the two guards apologized and left. “That was so exhilarating! What’s the matter with you?” he asked, looking down at Natasha’s gloomy expression.
“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head, “It’s just you are the first person who knows Tasha and still refers to her as animal.”
“Get over it. C’mon, let’s go,” Brian said, walking further. Natasha only sighed and followed him.
Her demeanor eventually brightened up as she explored electronic stores, clothes stores, and even jewelry stores, all under the careful observation of the storeowners. After leaving one such store, Brian met two attractive ladies.
“Is that your panther?” one of the ladies asked.
“Yeah, I found her abandoned in Indonesia. I knew that I had to give her a home, so she is here with me. You should have seen the opposition I got when I came into the mall. Fifty armed guards came after me because of the panther. So I told them ‘Back the hell up,’ and they all went running scared. So, anyway, if you ladies would like to come over to my house and help me take care of my cute panther…”
Suddenly, a loud voice emitted from the mall intercom. “Would Brian Simons please report to the Security Desk?”
Brian looked around him frantically. “Where the hell did she go? She was just here a minute ago…”
The two ladies laughed and walked away. Brian walked to the Security Desk, cursing all the way. The same guards that he saw when he entered the mall were sitting there with Natasha, smiling nonchalantly.
“Your little kitty innocently scared some people in a fragrance shop,” one of the guards said as the other one laughed.
Natasha looked up as Brian seethed. “Sorry,” she said softly.
Day three of the Project found Natasha and Brian eating another bowl of cereal. Brian was still angry with Natasha because of the incident the day before, but he tried to hide his anger with a new plan.
“Okay, Tasha. Today we are going to a movie with my girlfriend. I doubt that there is much trouble that you can get into while watching a movie, but just in case I’m bringing the radio transmitter along.”
The doorbell rang and Brian left the table to answer it. A pretty blonde entered the kitchen and looked at Natasha.
“This is the animal that the zoo made you baby-sit?” she asked Brian.
“Yeah. Tasha, this is Angela. She will be going to the movie with us.”
“Pleased to meet you little cheetah,” Angela said slowly and deliberately.
“Panther,” Natasha corrected.
“Whatever. Brian, are you ready to go?” Angela asked, hugging her boyfriend, not noticing Natasha rolling her eyes behind her.
During the mystery thriller ‘Down to the Bone,’ Natasha kept prodding Brian and asking him questions.
“Why did he kill that man? Who is that woman? Is that how humans mate? How do they do those weird effects?”
Brian, who was rubbing Angela’s leg trying to turn her on, finally looked down at Natasha. “Look, would you quiet up and just watch the movie?” he asked as nicely as he could.
Natasha quit asking questions and Brian turned his attentions to pleasuring Angela’s neck. Two minutes later, Natasha poked him again.
“What?” he asked, almost yelling.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” she whispered.
Brian sighed impatiently and moved so Natasha could get out. “Finally,” he said to Angela when Natasha left, “We can get some privacy.”
He ran his fingers up Angela’s leg and gently put his hand into her jeans, causing her to moan softly. He placed his other hand into her bra and fondled her aroused tits as he continued to finger her through her underwear. She started to rock on his fingers, her juices moistening her laced panties. Her hands unzipped his zipper as she pulled out his dick, pulsating with anticipation. She went down and licked the head of Brian’s hardened cock, causing him to breathe loudly. This was the first time that he would ever get a blowjob in a movie theater…
Suddenly, the movie went out and the lights came on. Angela jumped up and covered Brian’s exposed dick with a popcorn container. Some people in the crowd immediately started to hoot at the movie screen and threw their bottles at it.
“Please remain calm. We have a slight problem and we are stopping the movie for your own safety,” an usher yelled walking down the aisle.
“I hope your damn cat has nothing to do with this,” Angela said angrily.
“Oh, fuck!” Brian exclaimed, grabbing the radio transmitter from his pocket. He zipped his pants up and ran out of the theater, almost knocking the usher down. Brian followed the transmitter and ran up a flight of stairs. He pushed some of the management out of the way and ran into the women’s bathroom, where he found Natasha crouched in a corner with two police officers aiming guns at her.
“Don’t shoot! She’s with me!” he yelled out, holding his badge up.
“Brian!” Natasha said happily, “You’ve come to save me!”
The officer inspected Brian’s badge and gave it back to him, motioning for the other officer to lower his gun.
“Thanks, Brian,” Natasha said, running towards him. She slid to a stop as she saw the enraged look on his face. He was so infuriated that he was smiling.
“Tasha dead, isn’t she?” she asked, backing up from him.
That night, Brian and Angela sat in the den, staring at Natasha.
“What’s with the ugly collar?” Angela finally asked.
Brian chuckled. “Oh, that thing is for me to tell where she is. It is kind of hideous isn’t it?”
Natasha looked up, her eyes wide. Then she lowered her head and walked towards her room downheartedly.
Brian sighed as he heard the door close. “Well, can finish what we started?”
“I wish I could, but I have an early appointment tomorrow,” Angela said, grabbing her purse. “Maybe we can do something alone tomorrow night?”
“I’ll pick you up at eight,” Brian said, kissing her goodnight. As he closed the front door, he put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to Tasha’s room. He paused for a moment before opening the door and looking inside. “Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, Tasha comfy,” Natasha said softly.
Brian opened the door a little further and stepped inside the room. “You sure? You need anything to drink or anything?”
“Nope. Everything fine…”
“Whoa, you’re eyes look really cool in the light,” Brian said remotely, noticing her pupils light up in the sliver of light like only a feline’s eyes can.
Tasha blinked her eyes and smiled. “Thank you, you like?”
“Yeah, they’re really nice, especially when they light up like that. So what about your fur?”
“What about it?” Tasha asked, a confused look on her face.
“Is it soft? I mean, like, really soft?”
“You can touch. Not everycreature with big teeth bites, y’know.”
Brian smiled and took one of his hands out of his pockets, walking over slowly to the bed. He held his hand out cautiously, chuckling at his nervousness, before lightly touching Tasha’s head. She smiled back and nuzzled his hand softly.
“Wow, that is really soft,” he said before smiling jokingly. “So why aren’t there any panther-fur sweaters?”
Tasha raised her head wryly. “No one gonna take Tasha’s fur.”
They both laughed and Brian sat down on the floor beside the bed. “The sad part is that there are actual panther jackets out there. We don’t even need fur anymore. There are synthetic materials and everything else. There is absolutely no use in killing an innocent creature for its skin.”
“Yep, and only humans do it too. I still say no one gonna get Tasha’s fur.”
Brian chuckled again and lightly rubbed Tasha’s head. “So is it hard being a panther?”
Natasha thought for a moment and laid her head down beside Brian. “Yes, actually. Life pretty cool, but everycreature always think we killers and savages. Panthers only sometimes kill for food, not for fun like some humans. Tasha ne’er killed in life, but some still look at me like I’m a savage. And it even harder being me because I don’t really fit in anywhere.”
“Really? What do you mean?”
Tasha sighed and rolled back over on the bed. “Both sides of the spectrum don’t wanna be around weird, human-tongue panther.”
Brian stood up, noticing her sudden quiet demeanor. “Well, if you need anything, I’ll be in my room. Don’t wake me if it’s too late.”
He walked over to the door and looked back one last time before closing it, walking to his room.
The next day, Brian sat in the kitchen eating his breakfast. Natasha entered and sat at the table, still looking dejected.
“Tasha need to go back to compound,” she said softly.
“Quitting already?” Brian asked, not looking up from his cereal.
“No. I’m having some slight body problems,” she said, poking at her bowl of cereal.
Brian looked up earnestly. “Well, will you be back?”
“Of course,” Tasha said, putting her spoon down on the table. “I…” she looked down and closed her eyes. “Tasha wanna see the world,” she finally said quietly.
“Yeah. I’ll take you back,” Brian said, rolling his eyes.
When he got back from taking Natasha to the compound, Brian sat down in the den, flicking on the television. “Finally,” he said, “I can get some peace and quiet.”
After an hour, he turned the TV off, there really wasn’t anything on. He sat and tried to get some sleep, but oddly, his eyes wouldn’t close. He stood up from his chair and went into the kitchen, but he wasn’t hungry.
“Kit-kit-kit-chin.” Brian laughed at Tasha’s words for a moment before he realized what he had just said. A confused look spread across his face as he thought, walking back into the living room.
It was really quiet in his house – a little too quiet. Maybe he missed Tasha… Of course not! She had been so much trouble… he didn’t really know why he had taken her in the first place. Nevertheless, she was cute, and harmless. Oh, well, she had just been too much trouble, that’s all.
A knock at the door broke his thoughts. He answered it, hoping to talk to anyone. To his surprise, it was just the mailman. Brian had accidentally locked the storm door.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Simons. How is Tasha?” the mailman said cheerfully.
“She is at the compound,” Brian replied. “I finally have a little peace since she got into so much trouble.”
The mailman mumbled something and gave Brian some envelopes.
“What?” Brian asked.
The mailman looked up and sighed. “Have you ever thought that Natasha got into so much trouble because you haven’t given her the attention that she deserves? Every single day she would come to the door and get the mail. She asked me to stay for a few minutes just to have someone to talk to her and tell her about life with freedom. She was never bitter, either. She just took the crap you gave her with a smile.” The mailman shook his head. “Why did you get a job at the zoo in the first place?”
He turned and left, leaving Brian speechless. Brian slowly retreated into his quiet house and closed the door. The mailman was right. He thought over the last two days. Natasha just asked someone to spend time with her and he had been so selfish. He was worse than a worm. He had always tried to be seen as manly, but instead he was just an asshole. He didn’t even know what was wrong with Tasha; he just left her at the compound. What if her life was threatened? What had he done?! He started to work at the zoo because he wanted to look after the animals, but instead… Why had he been so plain stupid? He went into the bedroom where Tasha stayed and sat on her bed, still thinking. Maybe his date tonight with Angela would cheer him up…
That night, Brian stopped the car on the side of the road. “Angela, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Your cat gone yet?” she asked objectively.
“Yeah, that’s what I want to talk to you about,” Brian replied.
Angela looked into Brian’s eyes lovingly. “I think I have an idea for what you should do with her since she always finds herself in trouble.”
“I’m starting to feel a little differently about her. I feel like I’ve treated her so badly,” Brian said solemnly.
“Listen to me,” Angela said, “How about next time you don’t save her life? You should let her die accidentally.”
“What?” Brian asked surprised.
“I always wanted a panther fur coat. And it wouldn’t be your fault,” Angela continued.
“Get out,” Brian said, disgusted.
“What are you talking about, baby? We are miles away from my house…”
Brian looked at her sternly. “Get the fuck out of my car. How dare you even… and while we’re on the topic of you, don’t ever call me again.”
Angela looked at him with a puzzled look, and opened the door. “Fine, you weren’t anything but a cool fuck, anyway. Why don’t you go fuck you piss ‘n shit panther, asshole?”
Brian gunned the engine, leaving her right there. That night, he paced around his living room. He was determined to get up early the next morning and go see if Tasha was all right. His conscience was finally attacking him. She did not deserve the hell that he had given her. When he finally got in the bed, he didn’t get any sleep. He kept seeing visions of Tasha sick at the compound with no one there to comfort her. Her words kept floating back into his head.
“Both sides of the spectrum don’t wanna be around weird, human-tongue panther.”
“No. I’m having some slight body problems.”
The next day, Brian got up at dawn and shaved his grizzly beard. He liked how business-like he looked when he was clean-shaven. Not bothering to eat anything, he jumped out in his car and hit the highways before any signs of morning traffic surfaced.
When he got to the zoo, he ran to the ‘Big Cat’ pen and almost slid into Dr. Meare.
“Brian, what are you doing here?” the doctor asked, surprised. “You don’t need to be working here while you are on Project Tasha.”
“Doc, let me explain. I am sorry for treating Tasha the way that I did,” Brian stuttered, looking at his feet.
Dr. Meare looked at Brian, confused. “What are you talking about? Taking her to see the statues downtown was sheer genius!”
Brian looked up. “Huh?”
“Yes. She always liked the statues in this town that she read about in magazines,” Dr. Meare continued, “Sheila had told me that you might be a problem, but Tasha seems to be very happy. Anyway, here is your money. Thanks for your hard work.”
Dr. Meare gave Brian a check and walked away, leaving him speechless.
“Where is Tasha?” Brian called after the doctor, causing him to turn.
“Oh, don’t worry. We will bring her back to you tonight,” Dr. Meare answered. “She was just having a few panther problems. Nothing serious.”
Brian smiled and looked down at the check. Now he could afford that car!
“That’s right, Mr. Simons,” the dealer said in the showroom, “This coupe comes with power everything, leather seats, sunroof, and a strong, smooth V6 engine. Everything that you wanted.”
Brian stared at the beautiful black sports car, but his mind wasn’t on it. Tasha had lied for him because she had cared so much for him and what he wanted. What had he done for her?
“Mr. Simons?” the dealer asked, trying to get his attention.
“I’m sorry,” Brian stammered, “I just don’t think that I can get this car right now.”
The perplexed dealer watched Brian walk out of the dealer silently. “What’s come over him?” he asked himself.
That night, Brian paced in his living room, waiting for the doorbell to ring. For the fourth time that night, he walked over to the wrapped box and inspected it. He hoped that Tasha liked his little gift. Brian continued to pace until he finally heard the sound of a truck outside. He looked through the blinds and smiled as he saw the P.Z.P. logo on the side of the truck. Brian opened the door before Natasha could ring the doorbell. She glided into the living room on her delicate paws and glanced sideways at Brian.
“Are you okay, Tasha?” he asked, sitting down on the floor beside her.
Natasha smiled slightly. “Yeah, Tasha fine. Why you speak like that? What did I do?”
Brian grabbed her paw and buried his face into it, letting the words flow. “Tasha, you didn’t do anything. Not a thing. I’ve… I’ve been such an asshole the last couple of days and I really want to apologize. You didn’t deserve the stuff that I did to you. I don’t deserve such a wonderful creature like you. All that you wanted was someone to care for you and show you things and I… I couldn’t even do that for you. I’m sorry for treating you so badly. And… And you just took it with a smile; you didn’t even let it phase you… You just… I can’t…”
Natasha rubbed Brian’s head softly, purring as his voice trailed off. “I forgive you.”
“Really? You really mean that?” Brian asked, looking up. “I mean, I will do anything to make it up, anything you say...”
“Tasha honestly forgive you,” she said thoughtfully. “Besides, what else am I gonna do? Maul you?” She looked at him slyly. “You really were one mean little bastard, though.”
“Yeah, I know,” Brian said, looking down at his feet.
“Brian, you don’t have to feel bad ‘cause Tasha lied for you,” Natasha said, smiling.
“Oh, I know. I started to feel bad yesterday after you left. My conscience took a three-day vacation for some odd reason. Besides, I didn’t buy the car. I got a little something for you.” Brian got up and went into the living room, reaching for the gift.
“Wow, Tasha never got a gift before!” Tasha exclaimed, looking ecstatically at the wrapped box.
“You know,” Brian said as she inspected the package, “That really is an ugly collar. White just isn’t your color.”
Natasha looked up at him, her lower lip trembling.
“No, no, don’t cry,” Brian said, holding her, “Just open the gift.”
Natasha unsheathed her claws and tore open the gift. Her mouth opened as she saw the jewelry box beneath the wrapping. She peeked into the box…
“It’s a gold neck collar!” she said, hugging Brian tightly.
“Yep. Real gold, too. It cost a pretty penny, but I think that it will make you look extremely beautiful. In case of emergency, I had the manager of the store put the radio transmitter chip into the gold, but I don’t think I will need the transmitter. I trust you.”
Natasha buried her face into Brian’s chest. “You make Tasha so happy!”
Brian held the beautiful black panther in his arms. “I used some more of the money to buy some gourmet food. My house is your house, and you can go into the kitchen or do anything else that you want. You deserve it.” He held Natasha and rubbed her soft fur until she fell asleep in his arms. Her fur really was soft, he didn’t know why it took him so long to touch her. He laughed at the little snoring noises that she made in her sleep, and carried her to her room, tucking her in the bed. Brian watched her sleeping from the door, reluctantly closing it for the night.
Early the next morning, Sheila opened her office door to find Brian sitting in one of the chairs.
“How did you get in here…”
“I want to adopt Tasha permanently,” Brian interrupted her.
“Yeah, right. You do look better clean-shaven, though,” she replied, inspecting his face.
“Thank you. I’m serious, though. I want Natasha to move in with me.” Brian looked Sheila right in her eyes.
“I’m sure you thought this over while cruising in your new car,” Sheila said sarcastically.
“No, I bought Natasha a 24k gold collar. I used some of the money for her food, and more is going for our travel around the country. I want…” Brian stopped for a minute. “I want to show her the world.”
Sheila gawked at Brian, surprise set on her face. “I knew that you would grow up some day. Fine, you can keep the cat. I’m proud of you. Although I know that it was a heartbreaker not taking the car.”
“Yeah,” Bryan said quietly.
Sheila walked over to her window. “Well, I’ll tell you what. If you like SUVs, the zoo just got a shipment of Nissan Pathfinders, and we have two extras. If you give us your old car, I will let you have one since you are taking care of zoo business.”
Brian thanked Sheila profusely; he couldn’t believe that she would do that for him. An hour later, he cruised home in his new Pathfinder. He couldn’t wait to tell Tasha…
As soon as he opened the door, an odd scent hit him. He couldn’t tell what it was, but when he sniffed around, the smell went away. As soon as he stopped paying attention to it, it came back with full force. It was as if he sensed it subconsciously instead of actually smelling a scent. Whatever it was, it was causing his crouch to stir gently.
“Tasha?” he called. No answer.
He closed the door, the scent hounding him. “Tasha,” he called again, still without answer. He heard a sound coming from the den, a sound he had heard before somewhere. Brian crept silently along the wall and peeked into the den. His VCR and TV on, playing a movie that he had taped at the zoo of different animals mating. Brian watched as a lion sniffed the backside of a lioness, about to mount her. He looked further into the room and saw Natasha sitting on the couch, tears streaming down her face.
“Tasha, what’s wrong?” he asked, walking over to the couch.
She looked up, startled. “Oh, sorry I’m on the couch.”
“No, no, stay. This is your house, too,” Brian said, stopping her. “What’s the matter?”
“Oh, nothing,” Natasha started, hiding her face.
“Tasha?” Brian asked again. “Talk to me. Is everything okay?”
“Well.. um… You see, that’s why I had to go back to the compound. For the past few days, I was having my… my period, and right after its over, I come into heat. That’s why Tasha a little sad. Tasha never been mated before. I am… kinda.. well, Tasha a virgin. None of the other big cat males at the compound wanted anything to do with me. They thought I was a freak because I spoke human tongue.”
She stopped and chuckled softly. “I never told anyone this, but one time I mated myself. It felt so good releasing so many unspeakable emotions. And then I bled. But I was smart about it. I told the scientists that it was part of my period.”
“Tasha,” Brian started.
She looked up and smiled, rubbing her eyes with her paws. “Oh, don’t feel sorry for Tasha. I always get a little depressed during my heat. Don’t worry, in a few short days, I will be my normal self and we can go explorin’ again.” She looked over at the television. The lion had mounted the lioness and was pumping her feverishly, growling. The female raised her haunches and rocked with the lion’s thrusts.
Brian sighed slowly. “Tasha I dumped Angela. She wanted to make you into a coat. I couldn’t stand that. Do you know what that means?”
“I think it means that you care more for Tasha… than for Angela,” Natasha answered. “And that you don’t like fur coats, from our conversation a few nights ago. You really broke up with Angela?”
Brian looked down in thought. What was he doing? He knew that he cared for Tasha, but was it love? He had to admit the scent of her heat was driving his dick crazy. But that would mean that he wanted her for sex- much like Angela wanted him just for sex. He looked into her dark, yellow-green eyes. That gold collar really made her look beautiful. He loved her odd way of speaking. He loved her soft fur, and the way she shook her head when she was annoyed. He loved the curious sway of her tail. He loved…
“Brian,” Natasha said, a hint of desire in her voice, “the way that you’re rubbing Tasha… really feels good.”
Brian glanced at his hand. In his thoughts he had unknowingly began to rub Tasha’s thigh. She responded by softly rubbing his hand with her tail, a purr starting deep in her throat.
On the television, the lion roared out carnally as the camera closed in on his pulsating cock, spraying semen into the female. The female roared also, legs tensing as the camera watched her vagina closing, massaging the length inside of her.
“Tasha,” Brian heard himself say, “I think I am realizing the feelings that I have for you...”
Natasha began to purr deeper as she continued to rub his hand. “Feelings? For Tasha? I thought about us.. having feelings.. for each other when I saw the way that humans mate and pleasure each other on cable one night… but Tasha think you’re talking something… more?”
Brian rubbed her ear, making Natasha’s purr even deeper. She lowered her head slightly with his stroking. Brian raised his head and lightly kissed Tasha. She responded immediately, sliding partly off the couch and into his arms. She nuzzled him softly and leaned up, kissing Brian’s lips delicately. Brian was surprised at how gentle a supposed predator could be. Their kiss intensified, Tasha pulling his tongue into her mouth. The feeling was indescribable for Brian as he savored her rough tongue, quivering with her deep purring. Tasha played with his tongue, kneading it restlessly. Then, just as innocently as it started, the kiss slowly broke as the pair breathed. Brian’s eyes grew wide and he looked away.
“You don’t have to do anything. Tasha understands how humans feel when it comes to doing some things with animals,” Tasha said, resting her head on his neck, “Besides what will your friends say?”
“No,” Brian said earnestly, “No, Tasha. Humans are animals, too. I know that animals have feelings just like we do. And my feelings are telling me that you are the one who I’ve been looking for. You are the one I want to love. I don’t care what my friends say, I only care about you.”
Tasha raised her head and smiled. She laid back on the couch, tail covering the source of her heat.
“This is what other felinesses call teasing,” she said, beckoning to Brian. “Come here, lover. Teach Tasha how to mate like a human...”
Brian got up on the couch, lightly running his hand down Tasha’s chest and stomach. On the TV, two antelopes were beginning to mate, but neither Tasha nor Brian was paying any attention.
Brian leaned down and kissed Tasha again, the heat noticeably increasing in the room. Tasha moaned as she purred, rubbing Brian’s back. Brian sensuously ran his hands along her thighs before tracing his fingers around her nipples. She uttered something in an unintelligible language, breaking Brian’s concentration.
“What was that?” he asked, chuckling.
“Oh, sorry,” Tasha giggled, “That was feline, my native tongue. I didn’t mean to…”
“Oh, that’s okay, it’s kinda sexy,” Brian replied, staring into her eyes. He kissed her neck and lightly nibbled it, the way he had seen other big cats do. She gasped lustfully and ran her paw up his thigh. The scent of her heat now overwhelming in the room and Brian couldn’t hold on much longer. He kissed down her body until he reached her four nipples. As he tasted each one, she groaned in ecstasy, paws squeezing his rear. Brian had a feeling of what he wanted to do next. He placed her tail, still hiding her entrance, in his mouth and gently sucked on it. Her body tensed slightly as she said something else in feline, tail moving away from her pussy.
Brian leaned back and gazed at the beautiful view. Natasha looked up at Brian with a lustful smile, breathing erratic with her desire. She opened her legs completely, giving Brian a full view. Brian gasped at the sight; her tight little cunt was smaller than a human’s, but just as tasty. Her vulva opened to show her delicate labia, dripping with sweet juices. Brian leaned down to her pussy; he had never been a fan of eating. But as he sniffed, surprise spread across his face. Her pink little cunny had a light, exotic aroma that smelled just as sweet as her heat. It wasn’t anywhere close to the fishy odor that Angela’s sex had. Now he wanted to eat Tasha, he wanted to suck on her kitty clit…
“Brian, what now?” Tasha asked, unbuckling his belt.
Brian’s eyes locked with hers. He responded only by lightly caressing her clit with his tongue. Tasha’s head snapped back in pleasure as a passionate growl elicited from her throat. Brian lifted her rear with his hands as he played his little game of ‘panther-lingus.’ He fully engulfed her tight cunny with his mouth, pushing his tongue deep within her vagina. Tasha’s legs flexed as Brian’s mouth explored, her copious juices running down his face. Brian’s tongue frantically probed her folds, trying to excite as many nerves as possible. Tasha clenched her teeth as the impending release neared, her hips violently riding upward on Brian’s mouth. Brian lodged his tongue deep inside of Tasha, and shoved a finger into her excited folds. He sucked her entire cunt with his lips, paying special attention to her clit.
“Ohh, yes, lover,” Tasha moaned, “Deeper! Make Tasha’s dreams come true…”
Brian drove his tongue and finger as far inside as he could manage, briskly pinching and rubbing her nipples with the other hand. Tasha took a deep breath, her pussy opening completely, quivering in a pre-gasm…
Tasha roared carnally as her back arched, her vagina clamping down on the tongue and finger probing her. Brian pumped her fervently, trying to draw out her orgasm. Tasha’s cunny continued to squeeze his digit, spraying more of her luscious juices into his mouth. Brian took his other hand and pinched her burning tail-hole, causing another growl of ecstasy to come from her. Tasha’s panther body felt like electricity, she nearly passed out as surges of True Orgasm splashed over her. Finally, her hips began to slow, and she collapsed back against the couch, breathing heavily.
“Oh, Gods, Brian,” she whimpered as he pulled his soaked finger from her, “You make Tasha so happy. I so satisfied…”
“Really?” Brian said, laying over his new lover.
Natasha looked up at him and smiled, gently rubbing his face with her paw. “But you have a big job ahead. Some lions have been known to mate 157 times over two and a half days. And we have yet to truly mate.”
“Jesus,” Brian exclaimed. He thought for a minute. “I think I can handle that…”
Natasha leaned up and kissed him on his cheek before pulling herself from underneath of him. “Come here, sweetie,” she said lustfully, motioning him towards the bedroom. She padded from the den lasciviously, moving her hips with her heat. Brian got up from the couch and followed her to her bedroom. When he peeked into the door, he saw her standing on the bed, her rear facing him. As he stepped into the room she looked back at him, spreading her legs sensuously to give him another look at her succulent cunt. He walked into the room, dick about to rip through his pants. Natasha raised her rear as he stood before the bed, and seductively rubbed her haunches on his crotch. Brian tried to grab her rear, but she moved skillfully, staying just shy from his reach. He knew instantly what was going on, he had seen other felines constantly tease their males before mating. She sat down, pulling off his belt with her front paws. As Brian watched dreamily, she opened his pants and pulled down the zipper. She unsheathed her claws and began to slowly pull off his boxers. Her gradual movements were killing him… Finally his boxers fell to the floor and his cock was loose, trembling slightly with his heartbeat.
Tasha sat, looking at his manhood in awe. “Whoa… That’s gonna be great… Lion dick less than half as big.” She slid her paw down her body until it rubbed her pussy, kissing the bead of precum that appeared on the head of Brian’s dick. “That’s gonna be a tight fit…”
Brian made another move to grab her, which she expertly evaded. He landed face-first on the bed. He turned around and sighed as Tasha giggled. There was nothing he could do; he had to play this little game. Luckily, Tasha needed it now, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She turned her rear to Brian and backed up slowly. Brian had watched other cats and he knew what he had to do next. He rubbed his nose down Tasha’s tail slowly. His nose hit her clean tail-hole, and he sniffed, causing it to clench as she gasped loudly. He gently kissed down the area between her ass and vagina as she vocally expressed her content. Finally, Brian pressed his nose against Tasha’s hot opening and sniffed. She instinctually pushed back, letting his nose enter her. Brian knew that she was ready. She rested her head on the bed and flagged her rear in front of him. Brian pressed the head of his cock against her vulva as he prepared to penetrate her.
“Ready?” he asked, breathing harshly. She raised her head and pushed back slowly, forcing the thick cock deep inside of her. They both sat moaning as they adjusted to each other- Brian the searing heat and Tasha the size. Finally, Tasha looked back and squeezed her vagina muscles to show that she was ready. Brian started to slowly thrust into her warmth, holding on to her body. She cried out and moved with him, raising her head slightly to keep her balance. The pain was unbearable, but it was the type of pain that she wanted; a real cock was finally opening her up. Her vagina walls frantically tried to release enough natural lubrication, and she was worried that she would bleed again. But she didn’t care… She was finally getting mated! Somebody finally wanted her… Wanted to love her!! Wanted to MATE… YIFF her! Wanted to make her CUM!!! She cried out in feline and pushed back fully on the rigid cock, feeling Brian’s balls energetically bounce off her rear. Brian took one of his hands and kneaded her tail-hole, feeling its tightness. He used the other hand to caress her nipples. Tasha was so tight, trying to hold back was absolutely not an option. He never thought he would ever be in such a position, but this was his choice. He wanted to make everything right again, he wanted to show her that he cared. He wanted to make love to Natasha. Tasha’s pumping sped up dramatically, her slick slot pulling Brian’s cock deeper still. Brian groaned as the feelings in his stomach started to surface and find their way to his dick. Tasha wanted to scream, the pain that she had dreamt about becoming intolerable, opening her fully. Yiff the pain… She wanted to yiff the pain just as much as she was yiffing, loving Brian… The pain that he had done to her the past few days… Resulting in their love for each other… “Mate me,” she screamed, “Mate me, my lover!” Her leg muscles gave out and she was forced to ride Brian’s powerful thrusts. Brian raised his head and yelled, his dick trembling eagerly inside of her panther pussy…
She felt it… Brian’s dick exploded and thick semen sprayed deep inside of her awaiting cunny. The pleasure that she felt now was indescribable and her body started to shudder violently… Any second now…
She screamed loudly as her pussy clamped on Brian’s dick, milking it for more of his seed. The sudden barrage of her orgasm forced Brian over again, and her pussy’s wish was granted. They both sat there as their bodies pleasured one another- their orgasmic grunts continuing as Brian continued to spill creamy nut into her. Finally, the pair collapsed on the bed, still connected. Brian laid on Tasha’s side and listened to her excited breathing. With every move that he made, her pussy would squeeze him and show him that they were still connected.
“Well?” he asked, kissing her side.
“That,” Natasha started, “That was great. Once with you like ninety with a lion.”
“Oh? So, we have a few more to go for today and tomorrow,” Brian commented, teasing her ears.
Tasha looked back at him. “A few. Although, I have to say that I didn’t expect you to be the one the way you acted the past few days.”
Brian buried his head into her fur. “Tasha, I am so sorry.” He looked back up into her eyes. “Kitten, I want to fall in love you. I want you to be my ‘mate.’ I got permission from my boss, you can stay here forever.”
Natasha’s eyes grew wide, and she hugged Brian warmly. “Tasha so happy! Tasha want to be your ‘mate’ too, I love you so much!!”
She kissed Brian’s lips ecstatically, and their tongues threaded eagerly. When the kiss broke, she looked at her lover, eyes half-closed.
“So, where are we going?” she asked dramatically.
“Well,” Brian said, kissing her lips, “I think we should go see the statues.” He kissed her again. “Then we can travel around the country. Then we can go to France and England off the money the zoo gave me. And I really want to see those pyramids… We’ve got a whole world to explore.”
Tasha shook her head and smiled. She pulled Brian back down to her, moaning slightly as she felt his cock growing hard inside of her…