Themes/tags: Nonhuman foot fetish, paw play, dubious consent, female/female, lesbian, predator/prey, fear, orgasm denial, oral sex, cunnilingus, monster
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Trembling, Jessica lied on the ground, pinned underneath one of the massive paws of the monster that sat on top of her. She looked nervously up at the monster's imposing form, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily. Her hands clutched the thick wrist of the paw that pressed down against her chest just under her breasts. Its claws stuck slightly out, barely poking against her shirt.
The pressure on her chest was firm, but not so heavy that she couldn't breathe. The monster leered down at her, running her tongue around her lips, deftly avoiding her small, yet sharp fangs in the process. While the monster had succeeded in pouncing her and bringing her to the ground, it was unclear what was to follow. In any case, Jessica's failure to answer the monster's riddles likely did not help her situation any.
It seemed that being reduced to mere prey was what she got for deciding to take a risk. On the other hand, if she managed to survive this encounter, the experience could end up being quite relevant to her work.
Despite being trapped under the monster's weight and facing an uncertain fate, she nonetheless felt a certain fascination toward her. After all, it was that fascination that had brought her to this place to begin with, and who could have predicted that her object of interest could suddenly have become very real.
As such, she couldn't help but squirm just a little bit, eliciting a pleased smile from the monster.
An anthropology researcher, Jessica was supposed to have been at an excavation site for an exhibition. The theme was mythological creatures and their roles in shaping cultural norms as they pertained to this particular region in the Mediterranean. This was directly relevant to the research paper that she was putting together.
Mythological and legendary creatures had long fascinated her, not only for their own respective exoticness and weirdness, but also in the ways in which they spoke to the strange proclivities of human imagination. She enjoyed reading about the sheer variety of them and how they influenced behavior and thought among different societies.
Additionally, many of them couldn't have been more different from her. Her petite figure and quiet personality had earned her the nickname "Mouse" from some of her peers, a designation that often left her conflicted. She was just bookish, she would argue, having nothing at all in common with the actual small prey animals. Not to mention, she could now say she was brave and adventurous enough to travel across the world to study a topic she had long since been in love with. What "mouse" would do such a thing?
Still, despite her growing outward confidence and the strides she had made in overcoming her shyness and timidity, she nonetheless occasionally found herself having to privately concede that perhaps there was
some
resemblance she simply could not escape no matter how hard she tried, despite how much embarrassment such an admission may have caused her. This frequently happened whenever she simply looked at her own fair, dainty features in the mirror, accentuated even by the little round glasses she sometimes wore, or heard the sound of her own voice.
So it did, perhaps, hint at other ways in which these creatures spoke to her as well. Such as, how powerful and imposing some of them were and the confidence they may have had, contrasting with some of her own stubbornly meek, reserved tendencies. Not to mention, some of them had other qualities she admired, the details of which she may have been quite hesitant to admit in polite company. That was okay, as she had her list of more innocuous reasons to fall back on as well, should anyone ask.
At any rate, it was an off-the-beaten-path subject pursued by the off-the-beaten-path-minded researcher, much like the literal path she had decided to take to the site. After all, she was running late, having taken a bit too long to enjoy the coffee she had gotten from a local shop near her hotel. And why not? She was in a brand new, exciting place and wanted to take at least
some
time to sample what the region had to offer.
Yes, it turned out to have been easy to lose track of time in this place. But being late wouldn't do. It just wasn't like her. Ever a perfectionist and committed to her work, constantly holding herself to a high standard, she had to be punctual. It didn't even matter that this particular excursion, while helpful to her project, was optional. She would have felt terrible to be late, especially after having paid for this trip and having come all this way for it.
At least, having become more of the adventurous sort and more open to taking risks, it did not take her too long to calculate the advantages of forgoing the longer path to the site in favor of a shortcut that was much more risky, at least according to the locals.
She still should have been more mindful of the time, though.
It was a beautiful, sunny day, and the sound of water crashing against the shores could be heard in the distance. Carrying a small bookbag and wearing a T-shirt, a brown, sleeveless vest, jeans, and plain sneakers, she trodded down the narrow, faint dirt path. It was flanked by trees on either side, with large rocks sitting alongside the path here and there as well. A sun hat covered her short hair. The way to the site was pretty straightforward, so she was unlikely to get lost.
And at least she wasn't scared, either. Not one bit. She had no reason to be, after all.
This path wasn't so bad, she thought. It was actually quite nice and even picturesque. She couldn't see what was so dangerous about it. Maybe she misheard the locals and they meant something else? Anyway, if she hurried, she could hopefully make it in time.
Suddenly, she was startled by a booming female voice directly over her head. "Who dares go there?"
She looked up and gasped at the sight. Her stomach sank as she glimpsed the imposing creature resting on top of the large rock she was standing beside, leering down at her. From her angle, she could only make out the creature's head, which blocked out the sun and cast a shadow over her, and its two large paws, which were draped over the front of the massive rock.
"Oh! Um, I'm sorry," she reflexively stammered. "I'm just passing through. I'll be on my way!" Her voice died in her throat as the reality of what she was facing began to sink in. Was she seeing right? And either way, what else was one to say to a strange creature to hopefully assuage their apparent indignation? Despite her area of interest, this was not a situation she had any kind of a framework for.
"Not so fast," the creature cooed. "You are here. Why don't you stay a while."
Jessica stopped in her tracks, nervously looking at the creature's visage. The creature yawned and stretched, revealing a pair of sharp fangs. Then she stood up, gracefully hopped off of the large stone onto a smaller adjacent one, and finally landed on the dirt path the woman had decided on. On all fours, her head was about level with the woman's bosom as she looked over her curiously.
"I... I know about you," said Jessica with trepidation, her voice rising in pitch slightly. "You're a sphinx. You eat those who can't solve your riddles." She nervously clutched her bag in front of her, this time a
little
scared, yet also fascinated that this creature actually existed. She had never seen anything quite like her and found herself quite captivated, her curiosity piqued.
Despite the sphinx's fangs, her face was quite human, as the legends had indicated. There was just a hint of feline in her human nose, slightly upturned at its end and with a faint cleft that ran between it and her upper lip. Her hair was completely human, being thick, lush, and black. It was flowing and hung down just past her also human ears. Her eyes were green, and her voice deep and womanly.
