Chapter 03
The cubs find their own mates
Author's note --
This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.
This story contains a non-human interaction. If that's not something you are into, try finding something else to read. To get a better understanding of this story, go back and read Ch. 02, A Mate for Life.
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The male and female mountain lions had bred the year before and had produced a pair of male cubs. With the parents being of prime age for breeding, the cubs were healthy and strong. With plenty of game in their remote northern American Rocky Mountain habitat, their mother Felicia, was able to provide them with plenty of milk, ensuring a fast growth from the start. When the cubs were old enough to hunting with the parents, they quickly picked up the skills to hunt small game and survive on their own.
At the end of the day, the cubs' mother, Felicia, would lick their golden fur, helping to keep their coats clean and shiny. At the same time, the male mountain, Lionel, would groom his mate Felicia in the same manner. During these times, the den reverberated with the throaty purring of the contented family.
In these times of contentment, Felicia would have vague images and recollections. It was almost as if she had once been something else. There were images of strange canyons of hard stone and walls that reflected brilliant sunlight. What was most unexplainable was that instead of walking on all fours, she was walking on just her hind legs and there were similar creatures walking in the same manner.
There were also vague recollections of the first time she met her mate Lionel, not far from the den. How she had taken to him right away and followed him to his den. There was something about the first time Lionel had mated with her, she was on her back and he was on top. This was the only time he had mated with her that way. After that, he had always taken from the rear, his big paws clutching at her chest, and his jaws nipping at the back of her neck. He always knew when she was in heat. His nose would pick of the scent of her moistening sex and his tongue would lap at the opening causing extra stimulation so that she was more than ready for his hard prick to penetrate her and fill her with his seed.
For two years, the cubs Rajah and Felix, had been nurtured by their parents. With each passing month of their maturity, they ventured off for longer and longer periods of time. Sometimes they hunted alone and sometimes they hunted together. Even when they were apart, there was a sense of being together. The sounds of the forest, the sights, the smells were as if it were a shared experience.
Sometimes when they ventured far from the parental den, they came close to humans. During those times their keen sense of smell would pick up the human scent from quite a distance. Not only that, but a peculiar trait of human scent would cause a transformation of their physical form. They became similar in form to the humans they observed. This transformation allowed them close contact without fear of being shot. They were able to observe the human behavior and speech. While it was educational to observe these human males and females, Rajah and Felix much preferred the simpler life in the wild.