When Jake's first solo hike turns into an unexpected encounter with a beautiful beast.
All involved are over the age of 18.
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I close my eyes and take a deep breath of the brisk morning air. The chill just starting to break with the rising sun. Three days into a week long hike, my first solo, and I'm feeling good. Leaving the tent open behind me I walk over to the edge of the cliff face I camped by. I watch the water cascading across the rocks far below as I relieve myself. As I pull the gym shorts I slept in up, the glint of something metallic catches my eye near the bottom of the gorge, but when I look closer I can't find anything. Brushing it off I head back to camp to make a light breakfast of oatmeal and dried fruit.
After packing up camp I start making my way down the winding trail deeper into the gorge. It will take almost an hour to get to the bottom then I'll follow the stream for the rest of the day before it opens into a massive meadow. On the edge of which is my next camp.
After Several hours of walking, I came across a deep clear pool that I decided was as good a spot as any to break for lunch. As I collect firewood for my meal I can't help the feeling that something's watching me. I feel to make sure my bear spray is still on my hip.
Laughing nervously I say, "There's nothing out there, I've just been alone too long. Great, and now I'm talking to myself." Granted talking to myself isn't that uncommon, I chuckle to myself shaking my head. I build a small fire to boil the water for my dehydrated chicken and rice, and sit back and wait. Sipping on filtered stream water I just take in the view of the lodgepoles, cliffs, wild raspberries, and hearing the pleasant sounds of a dozen species of birds.
After burying the fire and a quick sweep of the area to make sure I didn't leave any trash, I head off down the trail. The feeling of being followed never quite fading.
The rest of the day went by well enough. I saw a herd of elk, passed a few stunning waterfalls, and best of all I've now gone three whole days without seeing another human. Not that I'm antisocial, I just like my alone time now and then.
Just as the western horizon starts to get a little color I come out of the gorge to look out on a plain of grass. A dark line on the horizon shows the end of the meadow. Just under ten miles, tomorrows walk. I sigh as I take off my pack in the middle of tonight's campground. The night looks clear and warm so I decide to forgo the tent to sleep out under the blazing galaxy above me.
Suddenly I'm in a bathtub, but its huge. Spread eagle I can barely touch the corners. Keep in mind I'm six foot three inches tall. Six foot three, with brown hair, brown eyes, an athletic body, and the stubble of being on the trail for three days growing on my handsome but nothing special face. The really weird part is, jello started getting poured into the tub in four little fountains streaming from the heavens. They were being poured directly onto my feet and hands and suddenly I couldn't move them. Panic began rising as I realized it wasn't draining away and was beginning to cover me. I was gonna drown! I started struggling.
Suddenly I woke up with a gasp. I was tied, feet and hands spread, to stakes in the middle of a small meadow surrounded by thick bushes.
"What the hell" I grumble, "and why the hell am I naked"!
That's when I saw her, crouching just passed my feet. A wicked smile on her face with a mischievous glint in her, too large to be human, amber eyes.
A lot of information, too much information, goes through my head all at once. I'm alone in the woods, I've been tied up, and this thing looking at me has fangs. She was shorter than the average female, but not too short with nicely toned legs, a tight little bubble butt, and tits that would make the perfect handfuls. All of that may sound nice, it was pretty nice, except the fact that she was covered in hair! It was silver and glistened, like someone had melted down a bunch of silverware and spun it into delicate threads of silk. Though she did have striped patterns of black so intricate they almost looked like tribal tattoos. The hair between her thighs up her stomach across her chest and covering her face was really short while the hair running up her back was a little longer. The hair framing her delicate face hung in think luscious waves. As she started circling me I noticed she had a fluffy tail like a Huskies curling right above her ass, wagging slightly in anticipation.
"Umm, hello? Yeah, you, uhhh, don't want to eat me. I haven't showered in like three days so..." I stammered, so brave. At this she just cocked her head and moved a little closer. Her cute little nose wiggling as she sniffed.
Cute? Are you nuts? She's covered in hair. "Umm... so do you have a name?" With that she suddenly lunges at me. I tense expecting to feel those fangs sinking into my throat. Instead she nearly jumps across me, straddling me, and looks me in the eye. Her nose nearly touching mine, she stares so forcibly into my eyes I start to wonder what she's looking for.
Abruptly she licks my lips and starts sniffing me more intently. Nuzzling at the hair surrounding my right ear, goosebumps run up my arms and chills run down my spine. The taste she left on my lips appealing and intoxicating.
