Governor Sara Polan is Mated by the Moose Monster (Monster Sex and Bred by a Shifter) (3 page)

Governor
Polan exited her house and ran in a warm-up circuit around the lake. She noticed a few moose prints around the water’s muddy edge, but that wasn’t unusual. All sorts of wilderness creatures came to get a drink. She turned onto the running path through the woods and picked up her pace. Her breath steamed in the cold Alaska morning. She was really getting her heart rate going early and she enjoyed the burn in her muscles.

She was about a
kilometer into her run when something caught her eye in the woods. It was just a bit of movement, but it made her stop. She searched the trees and saw it again. A muscular, dark-skinned man with long, black hair was moving in the woods. She only caught a glimpse of his back and his rock-hard butt. Why was he naked out there? Was he a lunatic? An Al Qaeda?

“Oh, jeez, I left my Magnum on the bathroom counter,” whispered Sara. She moved her head around to see where the man had gone. Minutes passed and she still could not see him. She finally decided it had been her mind playing tricks.

“Stupid brain,” she cursed. “Stop messing with me with your optical terrorism.”

Sara picked up the pace and put the strange moment behind her. She ran another two kilometers into the woods and started the return run. The sweat was cold on her neck and face and trickled down her sports bra and between her breasts. The morning chill lingered and her breath continued to steam from her mouth as the forest lightened to fully daylight.

Brown fur flashed across the path ahead of her, causing Sara to gasp and retreat a step. There was nothing in the path. She thought her mind was playing tricks again when she heard a crackle of twigs just off the path. She turned her head just in time to see a young caribou dart across the path. It was followed by a third.

“Whew,” said Sara. “Just a stupid deer. You are really lucky I left my gun at home.”

Sara unzipped her jacket to check her heart rate monitor. Something smelled like wet dog and rotten vegetables. She wrinkled her nose.

“You
deers need a bath,” said Sara.

H
ot air gusted against the back of her neck. Fear gripped her chest. She felt it again, washing over her with the rotten smell of vegetables. She turned slowly, dreading what she would find. She stared up and into the face of the very beast that had haunted her nightmares. It was a huge bull moose, at least half again as big as any she had seen before. Its wide rack of antlers spread out above her head. She was rooted to the spot in fear. The moose’s nostrils flared and it exhaled a foul-smelling snort of steam that blew her bangs.

“You have betrayed the wilds,” said the moose. “And now you will pay.”

It swung its antlers and smashed Sara off the path and into a nearby tree. She cried out in pain. Her head made a sound like a coconut as it collided with the old pine. She slid down to the ground and the world began to fade out around her. She was dimly aware that the moose had caught her running shoe in its teeth and was beginning to drag her through the woods. She had just enough time to think the moose was being a reverse racist before darkness swallowed her up completely.

             
Governor Sara Polin awoke as she was thrown onto her belly over the dewy stump of a pine tree. She grunted and lifted her aching head. Her hair was matted with mud and pine needles.

             
“What’s going on?” she demanded.

             
Powerful hands gripped the waist of her workout pants and tugged them so hard she lost her balance as her legs were stretched out behind her. The wind was knocked out of her as her bare breasts collided with the rough surface of the tree stump. She kicked away her pants and moaned in discomfort as the cold morning air blew down her crack and over her waxed mound. A trimmed triangle of dark hair pointed like an arrow to Sara’s delicate lips.

             
Hot air washed over Sara’s hindquarters. She twitched and instinctively lifted her ass up and into the warming flow. She twisted her head to look back at her assailant. Fear gripped her once more as she saw the immense size of the bull moose looming behind her ass. It was exactly as she recalled it from her nightmares, with one terrifying exception: instead of front hooves, the moose monster possessed huge human-like hands. It tossed her pants aside and pressed the soft heat of its snout to the backs of her thighs.

             
“Oh, baby Jesus, no!” she cried. “You can’t do this, Bullwinkle!”

             
“I am the Moosedigo,” said the moose in a deep voice that shook inside Sara’s mind. “I am the great guardian of the wild. I will make you understand the evil you have perpetrated against nature. I will make you one with the woods you would defile.”

             
“You smell like a wet dog!” protested Sara.

             
Warm breath tickled over her slit and heated her ass. The moose opened its fuzzy lips and gave her tender sex a slow, hard lick. She cried out from the sensation and wiggled her ass against the moose’s mouth. It licked her again, the powerful tongue squirmed between her thighs and mashed her cunt forcefully as it swept up and over her ass. Her clit throbbed against the moose’s licking caress.

             
“The sweet flow of your juices betrays you,” rumbled the moose. “You desire the root of the ancient tundra. Do you know what it means to be mated by the Moosedigo?”

             
“You’re tryin’ to turn me into a socialist,” moaned Sara as the moose continued to tongue her twat. “The people…ooohhhh…need to get the oil up out of the ground to make industry …aaahhh…create jobs by the job creators…and also…it…aaaahhhhh!”

             
She pressed back against the moose’s licking tongue, her talking points spilling out of her head like jellybeans from a broken jar on the Gipper’s desk. She was on the brink of orgasm and each powerful swipe of the moose’s mouth muscle over her sopping slit was a torture of pleasure.

She began to work her hips, raising her ass up until she was standing awkwardly with her breasts and face on the stump and her ass lifted high behind her. The moose seemed to laugh in a way that
shuddered through her entire body and as its fat tongue dragged over her cunt again she surrendered to the pleasure.

She ground her pussy against
the moose’s licking snout. Her tummy tightened and she knew she was about to cum. There was no stopping it. Sara’s clit pulsed and she was gripped by an intense orgasm. Her legs quivered and she thrusts her ass back against the moose’s mouth. Warm, rippling contractions worked from her spit-soaked holes up her back, to her nipples, and exploded her mind. She curled her toes into the mud and gasped loudly.

“
Ohhhh, no, it feels so good! Stop it, moose man! Stop licking my…ahhhh!”

She bucked against it until every shudder of pleasure had worked through her body. Still trembling, she felt the sudden cold as it lifted its snout away and left her sloppy sopping snatch exposed again to the chilly air. The moose’s huge legs thumped on either side of her as it moved in above her. New fear awakened in her as she felt the damp dangling tendrils of its furry underbelly drag over her ass. She tried to lift up, but suddenly a huge moose monster hand pressed between her shoulders and kept her chest and head pinned to the stump.

“There is no running away from this, Sara,” said the moose. “Do you feel my root now?”

A hot lump of flesh thumped against the back of Sara’s thigh. The moose shifted and the bulbous head of its beastly cock dragged across her ass and pressed gingerly against her flooded folds.

“You can’t do this!” cried Sara, terrified of the size of it. “It’s unnatural. I’m a woman and you’re a moose!”

The moose only laughed, its dangling fur shaking against her back as its powerful back legs pressed against her. The fleshy fist of its cockhead pressed against her cunt. It was too big. It would tear her apart, she knew it.

“Please! You’ll kill me with that thing!”

“I think you will find,” the moose pressed even harder with its cock, “your body can accommodate more than you realize. You have just never met a beast to test its limits.”

Sara howled as her tight twat began to part against the moose’s cock. The hot, fat meat of it drooled precum down her slit, further lubricating her, but it still seemed an impossible fit. Her folds spread wide apart and the moose cock began to sink between them. It was painful enough to bring stinging tears to her eyes.

The moose snorted and shook above her and then, with a shocking suddenness, the moose cock overcame the resistance in Sara’s cunt. She cried out loudly as the entire head popped inside her. She was violated not just by its huge size, but by its incredible heat, like a burning stone of flesh prodding deeper and deeper into her aching tunnel. Inch by inch, the moose’s
cockmeat stretched and filled her until there was nowhere left for it to go. Its pulse throbbed up the length and beat like a drumstick against her sensitive walls.

Being filled by moose cock was only the beginning. The moose mounted her fully, grabbing her shoulders and resting its huge weight onto her back so that its cock beat roughly against her womb. It began to pull back, only to thrust roughly forward again, the violence nearly shaking the glasses from her face. The moose grunted with bestial pleasure and lowered its head over her so that practically all she could see and smell was its dark fur.

That hardly mattered with its huge cock spearing her twitching twat and its massive, cum-laden balls swinging against her thighs. With each stroke of the moose’s mauling member it deposited another stream of moose juice up her stretched slit, so that its thrusts began to slurp and smack as it violated her. She gasped for air and inhaled more of its disgusting moose smell, only the more she breathed the more she didn’t mind the dank aroma of its fur, and the more it rammed her depths with its rutting root, the more she craved it inside her.

“Fuck me!” she cried without thinking. “Fuck me, you furry
freak!”

“You
crave it,” laughed the moose. “Your walls are twitching around my root. Go ahead, Sara Polan, cum again for the Moosedigo.”

             
She could not deny its rumbling command. Her body tensed and tightened around the thrusting trunk of its cock and then pleasure exploded through her muscles and burst as whiteness in her vision. She had never cum with such intensity and as her pussy was enslaved by the moose’s magnificent meat she could only think with annoyance to Rodd and his inability to please her. This forest beast was what she had craved all along.

             
“Yes!” she cried, still in the throes of her orgasm. “Yes! I’m cumming for you!”

             
Each powerful contraction sucked at the moose’s cock. Its dangling testicles tightened up and its cock swelled even more. Sara knew that it was going to launch its hot load and she wanted it. She needed it inside her.

             
“Fill me with your spunk!” Sara cried.

             
“Arrrghh! Feel the seed of the tundra!” bellowed the moose.

             
Sara cried out as the throbbing hose of the moose cock thrashed inside her. The moose pulled its twitching cock back, leaving the lubed tunnel of her stretched cunt mostly empty. She was not empty long. With a mighty roar, the moose exploded and the hot pressure of its cum boiled into her. Warm, thick goo spurted with great force against her inner walls and basted her clenching fuck hole. Each mighty twitch of its cock was accompanied by a loud grunt from above her and another hot spew of moose spooge into her depths. It suddenly rammed forward and with a loud slurp its cum gushed out around its intruding cock. The hot moose seed spilled down her thighs and dripped steadily from her stuffed slit.

             
When it had spent its seed into Sara’s tortured twat, it slowly withdrew with another raunchy slurp and more of its seed poured out from her uncorked depths. The moose remained heavily atop her, pressing her face into the tree stump and sucking in lungfuls of air that crushed its furry chest against her back.

             
“You are mated by the wild now, Sara Polan,” declared the moose. Its weight lifted from her back and it stepped away. “My seed will curse you and you will never again find pleasure with a male of your kind. When the craving returns, come to me here in the woods, strip yourself of your clothes, and call out my name…Moosedigo.”

             
Sara at last lifted her head and looked back, but the moose creature was gone. There was no denying it as a fantasy. Her gaping cunt was still leaking all the evidence she needed to prove the encounter had been real. Still quivering and afraid, Sara gathered up her tattered clothes and began the long walk home.

             
Exhausted and filthy, she was glad that no one was in the house to see her shameful appearance. She showered away the mud and looked at the scrapes on her arms and legs. She was just glad to be alive and she scoffed at the Moosedigo’s parting words that she would come back and strip off her clothes in the woods.

             
“Not likely,” said Sara, looking at herself in the mirror. “I’m never going back to that furry freak.”

             
The denial seemed oddly hollow in the steamy bathroom. As if the moose might step from the foggy shower and take her against the bathroom counter, and she would beg for it. Angry with herself and her hot yearning, Sara dressed and went to bed early.