Sasquatch & The Big Squirt

"Hey, I'm close to where reception stops so, I thought I'd call and let you know I'm here. I know you're in court, so I'll make this quick, I'll see you in a week, I'll call again when I'm on my way back thanks for watching my place for me. Bye for now." I say into my bestie's voicemail, I know he's in court helping another victim out, so I try to keep it short and informative in respect. This world sucks, so much hate and violence, I hope his victim gets what they need to stay safe.

I consider it a miracle that Levi and I even found each other in a world like this, but we have been besties now for 15 years. Both soft, sensitive, happy souls who just have never really fit in anywhere or with anyone before. I often call him my big brother, my twin, he's not, but he is. I know he'll worry about me being safe, I don't normally go off on my own to some remote cut-off places in the wilderness, but I need this, so he's supporting it and watching my plants while I'm away.

I booked myself a week's stay at a private yurt in the Cascades in Washington. It's a simple yurt; one room with a vinyl covered foam bunk to sleep on, a small kitchenette against the back wall, and a door on the side that opens to a small simple bathroom. Located in some of the most gorgeous mountains I've seen in the United States, complete with a rainforest and waterfalls that make you feel as if in another world entirely.

I wanted to immerse myself in nature, to tap into its sights, sounds, and emotions, seeking inspiration for my upcoming short erotic novel featuring the Sasquatch. Of course, I know they're not real, but I'm a writer who draws heavily from emotions and personal experiences so that I write stories with a real authenticity to relate to. So, while I can't obtain real experience of the beast itself, I can at least gain some connection to the other subject matter in the background, the forest my story takes part in.

As I settle in, I unpack and set up the fairly empty space inside the yurt with my laptop, several notebooks and my pencil bag of supplies. I also pull out bedding I've packed so I can keep comfy, extra clothes, chargers, books to read, and my camera equipment. Little known fact, I used to be a pro photographer, small time but I now only do it as a hobby a few times a year. Some hobbies shouldn't be turned into a career, this is true, but some work well. In my case, writing has been great for me, while photography gave me several years of hardship and in the end, I lost a lot of the passion I once held for it.

I string up some lights I brought with me and a few personal decor touches to help the space feel like a sanctuary I can really write in. By the time the sun is going down my rental yurt almost resembles a bedroom. I also take a shower and put on my nightgown, before I then pull out the packed dinner I brought and begin to eat. I have food with me to cook the rest of the week, but for the first night I packed a takeout order from a local sushi hot spot and kept it chilled in my cooler. Sushi is a pleasure of mine.

The first night went by as I expected it would. With a full belly of yummy sushi, a couple of rum and pineapple juice drinks, warming me up from the inside, and a good glass pipe to toke from. I've outlined what I want included in my story of seducing the forest behemoth... including a list of different terms I want to use for descriptions. like terms for Big Foot, or for a pussy or a cock. People are so picky and preferable over how an author refers to certain things, so much so they will troll and shame a book if they don't like how the author called a cock, a rod or perhaps a meat rocket, I have seen some questionable terms myself. Personally, I do it on purpose and laugh my ass off as I do, hence the preset list, I put real effort into it.

I wonder what kind of sexual equipment my beast will have. Not like their real and I can ask, so how should I imagine it up? Should there be more than one? Should it be a primal kind, or alien? I decide for now to go with a more primal knotted cock, based on conspiracy research over Big Foot's anatomy. It's a forest dweller, covered in hair and very large in size. Reminds me a bit of a monster alpha from one of my omegaverse books. I like how those beast's fuck.

I often find myself working late into the night, but now that I'm 42, I get tired much earlier than I used to. I used to stay up until 2 or even 3 AM, but these days, 11 PM feels like a stretch. It's midnight now, and I've been working for hours. My eyes are scratchy and so heavy. I set aside my work and head to the bathroom, tying up my hair, going through my oral care routine (which I'd rather not get into), and then moving on to washing my face and finally, settling into bed. It's maybe twenty minutes later when I hear sounds outside, almost like steps walking away from my yurt and into the trees beyond. It even sounds like someone pushes through the leaves of the tree at least eight feet off the ground, there is no wind tonight, but they'd have to be very tall to do that, so maybe it's a wild animal climbing up the trunk. I should watch out for myself, just in case.

The next day, it's a bit cold out so I bundle up and take a hike through the woods. Feeling and smelling all the different plants, trees, and ground, trying to feel a connection with the place and pick up on sensory details to use in my story. But after a while, I start to get too cold and decide to head back. Only thing is, I stupidly lost my line of sight and don't know the area well enough to not feel completely lost. I try to retrace myself but at some point, I must have wondered mindlessly in other directions that made it hard to find the yurt site.

Luckily, I notice a boulder sitting in front of a large rockface. Must have been where the boulder came from, a break off? I see my gloves are laying nicely on its top, bright red and almost as if placed there on purpose for my attention, but I'm pretty sure one of the reasons I'm so cold is because I had realized I left my gloves on my bed, so how? Well, I did just fuck myself over in walking mindlessly and getting lost, so I bet it's a similar situation.

I put my gloves on and climb the boulder, standing much taller now, I scan my surroundings and see a post with a flag on it. That's the post that marks my yurt for those on the road, driving up. The forest is really dense here, so the flag helps to guide renters in. I didn't realize I was so close to the driveway. I head that way and not long after I'm at the door, letting myself in. Later that night, I hear the same sounds as the night before. Is a wild animal stalking me?

The next day I sleep in a little, hearing those noises and overthinking what they are, had me up a bit late, but I'm on my own clock so it's no biggie. Today, I go for another walk, this time doing better to keep track of where I am, but I discover a creek running through the forest and decide to picnic there for lunch, watching the waters sluice over rocks and wood sitting in the creek bed. Once in a while, a fish swims through. I thought I heard some splashing a way off to my side, and I worry about that being my wild stalker, is it feeding? Can I feel safe tonight knowing it's full of fish, and maybe will leave me alone?

No, it didn't.

Because the same noises wake me again, but this time their worse. It's almost as if the beast is pacing my yurt now, looking for a weak spot, maybe? I barely get any sleep that night, but eventually I do doze off, because later in the morning I wake startled by the sunlight. Realizing right away that I had fallen asleep. However, I'm safe, I seem totally fine. The yurt untouched. So, I decide that today I'm going to investigate and figure out what is hunting me, if it's hunting me.

Maybe I'm safe in the day because it hibernates then, so I look around. But I see no tracks. There's a bit of fur, but that tells me nothing. I search in the wooded area right around the yurt moving further and further away as I do. I see something shiny that draws my attention in the distance. I rush to it, pushing down the trail and getting closer to the creekbed, while even father from the yurt.

"Fuck!" I tripped on a root and fell, scraping my face and chest as I crashed through the underbrush. But it's my knee that's taken the worst of it, and I notice that right away by the sheer pain throbbing through me now - I have a bad knee, it's weak from past injuries and surgeries, so taking on even more injury is very dangerous for me. I try to be really careful with it, but I admit I got distracted and made poor choices.

Carefully righting myself, I pull up my pantleg and assess my injuries. I see that my knee is already red, swollen, and bruised, with blood oozing from the wound. I can feel emotions wanting to bubble up because of it, but I need to control that. I'm alone, no help nearby, I need to care for myself. If I let panic or anxiety take over, I risk complicating the injury and even developing a fever. I've been a patient long enough in my real life to know some level of nursing skills. So, I take a deep breath and focus on centering myself, trying to think clearly and come up with a plan.

"Ok, I need to get myself up, get to the yurt carefully, and work on cleaning and tending to this before anything else. I can pick up any mess I've made later. I can let myself feel what I know I feel, later. For now, I need to power through and get myself stable. Let's go, Elly. You know you can do this!" I tell myself. I'm used to tending to my injuries on my own, so I try to boost myself by reminding me how strong I can be and willing myself forward into action. Sometimes giving a self-peptalk out loud overrides the panic in my head, so I use whatever tools I have to help myself.

I try several times to get up and take a step, to move in some way towards the yurt. I try butt scooting, hip walking, regular walking, but the pain is so high I can't gain composure over it enough to get the adrenaline I need to move. Now, I start to panic a little. It's springtime, but in the Cascades it can get really chilly out, so I hate it, but I have to remove my shirt and try to stop the bleeding here, risking hypothermia. Dabbing and working to clear the site a little, so I can assess the damage more, I grow a concern that in falling something stabbed through me, it's not just scraping my knee really bad, I think I stabbed myself with the forest floor. I look around and see the broken branch covered in blood and the small puddle below it.

That's why the pain is too high to move.

Putting pressure on my knee I try to come up with a new plan. Sometimes I get spotty reception, so I have been keeping my phone on me for emergencies. I pull it out and try to get a call out for help, but the reception just isn't there. Suddenly I hear trees rustling. Shit! Is that my wild stalker? Does it smell my blood?

It's getting closer, and the closer it gets... the more I start to also hear heavy footfalls. It's a big stalker.

In scary movies, I could never understand the characters who closed their eyes or pulled a blanket over their head when a scary evil thing came at them. I mean, how does closing off your senses make you feel safe when in danger? I look everywhere, searching for the owner of the sounds, looking for all the information I can gather to help me survive, to fight if I have to. I also pull out my tactical knife that I keep hidden in my waistline. I bought it a couple years ago to keep me safe when I was going on dates, just in case. It's become so natural for me to have it near, that I chose to bring it with on this trip. Weapons like her deserve warrior names, for that I named her V, which is short for 'I will rain a heavy level of Violence down on your head if you compromise my motherfucking safety, asshole.' She's my second bestie. I pull her out and scan the trees, looking for my stalker.

A quick and powerful gust of air pushes down on me from right above, and I bring my head back to look up.

That's the last time I remember V being in my hand.

I'm not a screamer, in scary situations that is, no promises in others. I'll yell but silence and surprise usually end up being my best options when needing survive, so when my eyes lock onto a pair of large and intense but very intelligent blue eyes belonging to a very large and hairy form, hanging in the trees above me, I feel the floor drop out from under me. A powerful jolt of fear rocks through me and I stay very still. Trex strategies always ring through my brain when my danger is giant sized. This one is the biggest ever. My mind begins running so fast over all the ideas I can come up with for escaping and surviving. But the simple fact is, he has me pegged.

He swoops his body and drops down, landing just next to me. moving in fast, he inspects my leg and feels my forehead, but that's not even the surprising part. He crinkles his eyes, and then says to me

"I'm sorry, I think we both know your condition requires me to approach and assist, so with your permission I'm going to lift and carry you back to your rental, ok?" Like a polite and intelligent gentleman, only I'm pretty sure he's the cousin to Harry Henderson and Harry taught me that they can't speak much. This stalker sure is a very real and very large and in charge Bonafide Big Foot who can speak very well. Dumbfounded, I nod and hold on as he picks me up. I mean, seemed like the best option, so why not, right?

"You're real!" Is all I think to say while he carries me back.

"I am."

"And no one would believe me, ever, if I told them about this."

"Don't think so?"

"No! I mean, they might if I say I simply saw you, maybe if conspiracy theorists, but I have no proof, and I'm fairly sure no one expected you to be able to speak."

"How else do they expect us to speak then? Or keep ourselves as good a secret as we have? Of course we can speak, we have to be able to understand those we monitor."

"You monitor us? Why?"

"Because your a very dangerous species, not safe for us to live freely around, so we monitor and protect our boundaries from your kind."

"You almost sound like your from a town of Big Foots." I laugh a little, cringing at my own words after I've said them, cus that is so small minded of me to say. "Sorry, that was rude of me, racist even."

"It's ok, we want you small minded when it comes to us. Keeps your lot chasing their own tails and us safer for it. But just between you and me, we're more than a town." He says with a wink.

We come to my yurt rental and my furry friend helps me inside, crouching really small to do so, but he does fit.

"I'm going to place you here, you should undress, where's your first aide?" He says.

"First aid is there." I point to the tackle box I brought with me of antiseptic, wipes, wraps, band aides, and Tylenol while undressing carefully so he can access my leg better.

"So... I take it you're the one whose been watching me?" I ask boldly.

"I am."

"Why? Do I seem that violent of a human to you that you need to monitor me more closely?"

He takes a breath, "Protection." One simple open-ended word.

"From me? I promise I thought you to be a myth, I'm no danger." I try to reassure.

"Protection for you, not from you." He clarifies.

"Why would you want to protect me, from what? You just said I'm of the species you find too dangerous to live around."

"Because I like you. Your smell enchants me, the way you move draws my eyes, and when you talk to yourself like there's someone there to answer you, I want to listen and be that 'someone there'. I want you safe."

"Thank you... I'm glad I don't smell bad?.. and that you enjoy my psycho side." I giggle, then hiss at the pain in my knee as he attempts to clean it. He looks up at me and pauses a serious look on his face and in his eyes. I stop giggling and search his expression, trying to read him, if possible. And I notice that for a forest giant, he's actually really handsome. I've always been more attracted to the soul and mind than the shell, and so far, he was my type, my body thought so too, because my mind was starting to fill with thoughts I shouldn't have.

"What are you thinking about right now, little thing?" He asks intensely, and I blush.

"Nothing." I say fast and look away out of shyness. I don't want to be rude and say the truth, so I stay quiet.

"Lying to me is not in your best interest, especially in your current condition."

"Nothing, no need to worry." I try to assure and push off, but he won't have it.

"The truth, human. Now."

"Or what?" I brat, but not for that purpose, I'm calling his bluff not flirting.

He leans in really, really close then. His hot breath fanning my face... smelling of freshness to my amazement. His eyes drill into mine from so close, I fear he can see all the way through me; my thoughts, my feelings, my everything. A rush vibrates through my system and I'm overwhelmed by his attention, its too much, but at the same time I really want him to stay like this too. I'm scared of it, but I crave more of his attention, and of his intense closeness.

"Do you know what season we're in?" He asks.

"Uh, Spring?" I answer, not sure where going with this.

"It is mating season. For the first 8 days, we seal the doors to Mångata for protection, that's my land. All four tribes are well known for their animalistic tendencies as they mate, it can be dangerous for humans. The last night is when the ceremony starts, and we lock ourselves away for the remainder until all is safe again, that's tonight. The doors won't open again until Friday. I haven't yet used the doorway yet, I'm late. I saw you a few days ago on the road, and felt pulled to follow and watch you. I had planned to return home tonight for the final lock-in before a rut takes me over, but I feel myself struggling before you the more you are you."

"The more I am me?" I ask.

"My tribe, the Arbre, are known as Quishi. Quishi is our term that translates loosely into English as a Dominant, but only loosely because it is a primal behavior that takes us over. We live in it, it is strong in us, more than some basic urge and mindset like what humans try to emulate. Our play, consent, and rules are very different than yours."

"Ok."

"You are very much like the mooba of my tribe. Do you understand my words and what they mean?"

"I think I do. I'm submissive, the opposite of what we call a Dominant, which I can only assume is the loose translation to your word for mooba? So, I think I understand enough."

"Good, because you should also know that we do not follow all the same rules as you, in our practices. We are a different breed. So, you are poking at my deepest needs and desires as Quishi, little one and that is both dangerous and enticing. Be warned, we don't just ask for consent, we take it in the moment we ask, because we do not use words, we use primal speech."

"Define primal speech."

"Hold this tighter and press down, I need to wash some of this away to reuse."

I do as he says, watching his big hands as they rub cloth together and create soap suds, rinsing away the soaked-up blood and refreshing the cloth again, his hands moving gracefully but with masculine energy. As he cleans, he continues speaking,

"Primal speech is silent. Expressed by your body, your eyes, your mouth but without words. Do you understand?"

I nod my head, "Since meeting just before, I can tell that you very much have thoughts to share with me and I want to hear. Being in need of protection, care, and showing some submission already, my Quichi needs are running strong with you, so if you keep deflecting you rish me seeing you as potential mate who needs care and discipline. I will primal speech all over you, regardless of you being fluent enough to even understand what it is I'm saying. Remember, I am a beast first, and a man second. Keep pushing and I will answer your earlier question about what my dick is like."

I feel my pussy convulse and leak to the words and tone of his threat. But it'd be wrong to push him now, even if I want to, and I do. But he isn't promising me anything, he's warning me. Which means, I need to be kind and respectful.

"Ahem. Um... I was thinking of ways I could fuck you. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. I was trying not to answer and instead correct myself without having to disrespect, I wasn't purposfully trying to tempt and poke you." I offer him transparency, in my head it's a powerful way to show respect, sharing my context and truth, which I'm hoping he appreciates.

He looks at me, and grunts. Then his hand caresses my cheek, and he says,

"I warned you."

"Wait... What?!"

He stops the running water, sets things in his hands down, comes over to me and lifts me up, walking us both out of my yurt and into the woods, towards that boulder and rockface I found my gloves on days before.

"What are you doing? I told you the truth, I promise I did. I left nothing out." I panic and give as much fight as I can but again, my leg is fucked up and hurts, and I hiss and groan from it, so focused on the pain for a moment I miss much of what he does next, but not all.

He approaches the rockface and does something that makes it open like a door; I had no clue it was there. When closed, it blends completely, not even a hinge shows. He carries me inside and my eyes bug. Inside the mountain, after clearing the thick wall and doorway, there's light. A lot of it. As we move further into the light the rest of my eyesight fills with another fucking world. There are mountains inside our mountians. Lakes to, and creekbeds, rolling hills, cities, a whole bright world inside ours. But instead of human buildings and cities, or vehicles, boats and planes, its more natural and in harmony with the Earth. Like a city you'd find in any of the old shows and movies of prehistoric based modern civilizations paired with electricity, comforts, and conveniences.

Instead of planes in the air, there are creatures who fly, dragons, griffins, Pegasus. Instead of people walking the downtown shops, there are bipedal and Quadro pedaled creatures among humanoid but not people, people. Other sasquatches, elves, hobbits, even deities and alien like beings.

"What do you think?" He asks me.

"I think I stepped into the pages of every mythical, supernatural, and alien smut book I've ever read."

"Pretty spot on, those books are actually truth, but at one-point humans chose a path none of us could follow, a very greedy and violent one. So, we separated, now with how long it's been this way, most, if not all of us are impossible of existing to a human's mind. So, we don't." He says.

"Where are you taking me, exactly?"

"I'm getting your injuries cared for, then we will deal with your pokings."

He doesn't allow for more conversation, instead he takes me to a facility that looks like a doctor's office, kinda. It's like a rock carved hut with doctor things inside. My furry captor places me on a bench, then grabs some things and gets to work on my leg.

"Are you a doctor?"

"You can call me that, though here I'm known simply as a healer."

"I don't even know your name."

"Then we are both up a creek on that."

"I mean to say, what is your name?" I correct.

"I am Brannish."

"Brannish, I like it."

He looks at me, then looks back down to wave a wand over my leg. It's like a women's vibrator wand, but in the head of the wand, instead of a ball to push against the clit to create an orgasm, there's a computer screen and an image of my knee under the skin. As he passes it over, pushing random buttons, I watch in amazement as my knee closes up and heals quickly. It's still tender, bruised and weak, but the bleeding wound is gone.

"Well?"

"Oh! Thank you!" I quickly add, thinking he was asking for gratitude.

"No, you don't need to thank me, we take care of what we fuck, I meant 'well' as in, what's your name?" He clarifies.

"Oh! Sorry, I'm Elly. Wait, what we fuck?"

"Now, I take you to my place and we deal with the poking..."

"There will be no poking, before a full and honest conversation. Also, I didn't poke! You demanded the truth and I supplied it. No poking, just transparency. "

"You did poke, the transparency is the poke, vulnerability, submission, respect... in other terms, you dangled the sweetest treat in the face of a Quishi. How do the Dominants of your species handle a sub who submits to them so eagerly that they are very attracted too?"

"Well, usually that happens when both are in consent to Dom or sub the other, and then when they do they tend to use it as foreplay for a scene, punishment, or a good kinky fucking. But I wasn't submitting to you on purpose, I was... Oh crap. I'm sorry, it's natural for me and I live it, so sometimes I don't even know I'm doing it."

"But you did, so I have claimed you, brought you here and cared for you, so now I 'Dom' you and introduce you to the ways of the Quichi. You will be a good lil mooba."

"What if I say I do not consent?"

"But you have, and continue too, even now, look how you don't shy from my touch, how you hold on tight and keep me in your attention only. We both know your pussy leaks for me, so why not have a story you really won't be believed about?"

I think about his words. Then sigh deep,

"You're lucky I'm so weird, ok big man, take me to your bed and show me wicked wild things that'll ruin me for all of mankind, literally." Not only will this be new, exciting, and perhaps fulfilling, but it'll help when later I write my story about fucking a big foot. Because I'll have real experience to draw from, so why not. I've been single for a couple years, haven't gone on a date in about the same time, so I'm overdue for a good fucking.

He brings me to his home. It's to his proportions, so everything feels too big to me, but I love it. You can tell that he prioritizes warmth and comfort over luxury and material possessions by all the colors, pesonal trinkets, and photos he keeps. Qualities of a home I appreciate and can relate to. It reflects his down-to-earth personality, which only makes me feel even more relaxed and safe. And it's clean.

Looking around, I think I'd consider him a bit of a nerd in his society, a book nerd because wow! What a nice little book nook full of so many novels to read. I fantasize about him taking me from behind, bending me over the book bench as I read aloud from a steamy novel, his claiming me with passion and intensity that rivals the smut scenes leaving my lips. The thought sends a thrill through me, and I can barely contain my desire.

"You're thinking naughty things again."

"How do you know that?"

"Beast first, man last, remember? I smell you, your pussy. It cries for me to fill it."

With that he steps in and begins to slowly and sensually feel my body, all of my curves, undressing me as he does. My body isn't very good looking, I was sick a long time, I have some muscle death in my thighs, ass, and stomach, so I usually try to keep some clothes on in order to make sure whoever fucks me is enjoying the view a bit. But Brannish wont have that, he tosses every thing I'm wearing to the other side of the room, leaving me totally open to him. Then he takes his time looking at me, at all of me, and it feels so scary. I'm a plushie, jiggly and squishi instead of fit lean and sculpted, which in my world, only online men like. In person those same men, often don't like the reality of it. I do my best to fuel myself with confidence, but in my world it's impossible to be completely without some insecurity.

"You seem scared at my seeing you as you are, why? I want you, you are the ultimate desire, why do you shy?"

"Because I want you to like all of me?"

"I will do more than that, to me you look like a goddess, and here we treat goddesses the way they deserve." With those words, he lifts me again and manhandles me onto his shoulders, my legs on each one, my pussy at his mouth.

"Oh, holy fuck balls!" I gasp out. "That is a really big mouth and tongue, unnnnngh! Yes!" It doesn't take long to get me loud and reactive to his licking and sucking my slit. Nor to making my body wiggle and grind against him. I'm very sensitive in spots, and I really enjoy my pleasure. My pleasure is about his so I want to touch, to entertain, to pour into as well as I can. While still eating me out, he carefully moves us over to his bed in the next room. I barely saw the rest of his place, things happen so fast. His bed is giant too, like everything else. It's soft and warm, comfy and perfect for everything he does to me.

When he puts me on his bed, pulling his mouth off my pussy, he then guides me to standing in the center. Lifting my arms he locks them into a pair of metal cuffs at the end of heavy chains mounted to the ceiling, he does the same with a larger cuff that fits around my waist, before hoisting me up into the air. The cuffs are padded so as I'm lifted it doesnt hurt, it's weird, but I'm good. He slides under me and that's when I realize what this is, he has me chained and lifted like a vehicle to his mouth. Him, the mechanic who sits in the pit, under me, and works on my undercarriage. And my fucking stars, is he a talented fucking mechanic!

Brannish isn't shy, he moans and groans to the scents and flavors his senses explore while his face presses to my slit. With being the giant he is, his tongue is bigger, and therefore able to penetrate, reaching my G spot and building up my first big internal orgasm. I'm whipping my head back and forth, moaning loud and begging for more, when he reaches up and flicks my nipples.

Grabbing my breasts tight, he sends me into a haze of extreme eruption, and an eruption it certainly is, all over his lips. He drinks me in, greedily. Normally, I'd freak out, worry I've disgusted him, but he is ravenous about it and his passion as he slurps me in has my clit winding up in a new way. I grind into his mouth, wanting, needing more.

He releases me from the chains, then brings me over to his bench where he has me on his lap, never letting me walk or put weight on my leg the whole time. Still taking care of me as he uses my body.

"You won't be able to take my cock until I properly prepare you for it." He pulls out a substance I can only relate to as lube and covers his fingers with it, then one by one slides them in and begins to stretch me, but while he does this he also guides my hand to his crotch, "You need to know what will be fucking you, so explore my body, see what you're playing with, see all of me."

I get his help opening up his clothing and then reach in, moaning and grinding his hands, I slowly and carefully feel for his dick. It's very human like, except two differences set is apart. It's much larger, and while human, it has a knot like an alpha. Brannish truly is beast and man. They named his kind well, Big Foot; a wild man.

While he is hairy, his dick is not, its silky, hard, and juicy. I have a bit of an obscene obsession with cock. I lock it away and only let it out when I have a consenting partner, and Brannish meets those standards, so I let myself have a real reaction in front of him.

I pull his cock all the way clear of his clothing, to see it in all its glory, my eyes big and happy. Yes, I like big cocks, but I also like average ones and some small ones too. I'm so attracted to cock that I love them all, but when I am allowed access to one that's especially beautiful, like Brannish's, it makes me giddy, eager, and so very hungry. I kiss it. Leaving little sweet pecks, that turn a bit passionate, up and down his shaft. I trace the veins as if lines with my tongue. I even pet my face with it, closing my eyes and sighing in absolute bliss. I love cock.

"I want this inside me, I want to feel how much I stretch for it." I can't help but share.

"You will wait, once I have you ready, then you can feel it inside."

"I want it inside now."

"Wait."

I don't. I open my mouth and stuff him in. Moaning so loud around him and vibrating his senses. I bob as best I can around such a massive member, up and down, then swivel my tongue all over him. Big Foot is not a good enough term for him.

"Bad Elly, you didn't wait."

Brannish grabs my neck and pulls me off his cock, then promptly spanks my ass. I gasp and look at him. He shrugs in challenge. So, I grab his dick again and move to wrap my lips around him, but he slaps my ass again, this time his thumb hit against my pussy and makes me moan. I don't normally enjoy having my pussy slapped, but that's more to do with the one slapping, than the actual slapping.

"You like that?" He asks. "You like a bit of violence and roughness?"

"A bit."

He gets up, grabs me and maneuvers me to a bench, and ties me too it. The bench holds me, so my legs are forced all the way open, my pussy is fully out, and my ass is unprotected. He then grabs something big and heavy and buckles it to the bench below me. Fitting something at my pussy, he adds more of that lube stuff and then shoves something into me. It's a type of dildo. This is a big foot version of a tabletop Symbian machine. He turns it on and begins to pound my pussy in between spanks with his palm, with every spank he cranks the dildo entering me from the machine, so it widens and grows, continuing to stretch me further. It feels amazing. The pain, the stretch, the confidence he holds in how he plays my body, his power in this space, it all washes over me and bewitches.

"Oh, fuck! Yes!" I scream over and over as he masters me. The more I respond the more he explores with me. Grabbing a devil's tongue he whips my ass, not very hard, just enough to make me really red. But he realizes on his own, by my reactions, that I'm not the 'make me bleed' type, so he keeps it pleasuring and not punishing. We all have our limits after all.

"You're ready for me." He stops and announces, pulling on something that releases me from the table I'm on and I slowly move to sit, looking to him for what's next. So far, this is a bit deeper into my submission than I allow someone access to, in such a short time of knowing each other, but this situation is not normal and I'm ok with that. So, I let him choose the next pleasure.

He turns to me and touches himself. I'm expecting him to maybe play with himself for me before he has me cater to him a bit, but something else happens I don't expect. As he touches himself some of his hairiness falls away, it's a suit, a scraggly hairy suit. Underneath, he's a giant soft and cuddly beastman. All of that wild and uncombed messy hair is tactical, not real. Instead of Harry Henderson, he's beautiful and manly; only his back side, legs, and arms are hairy but silky and well groomed. Like Wolverine if he were bigger than his brother Sabretooth, and just as hairy.

He stokes his cock as he steps up, then releases me from the bench and moves us back over to the bed again. As he presses his now naked chest to mine and joins me, he rumbles and purrs, his chest vibrating my breasts and nipples. I giggle.

"What?"

"Your purring hits my nipples just right, mmm it feels so good." He picks up his purring even more and eases himself into me as I offer him a sweet and soft moan. A small thought enters my mind just then, I hope he feels from me how much I want him, and I hope it makes him really happy to feel that.

"Relax your legs and pussy, let me have all the control." he commands, and I do. He slides the rest of the way in and as soon as he gets deep, I undulate against him, the stretch around his cock, the depth he sits at, even if completely still it feels so good I can't hold back from writhing against him, all needy to fuck. It's instinctual at this point for me, I need him, all of him. He stays still, and watches me thrust my hips back and forth, watches as his cock slides in and out, trying to please myself and him at once with just my body. Brannish smiles, enjoying what he sees, and leaning in to suck on my nipples. Which only increases how hard I try to fuck us both.

"You really like when I play with these."

"You have no idea!"

"I know some females get off if they touch them just right, do you?"

"Sorta, I get really close and reactive to it, but I always lose control and get super slutty, needing something to fuck me and let me cum."

"Then I will fuck you as much as you can take, I like watching how you take me."

He begins to thrust into me then, slowly to make sure I'm ok with his size, but before long, his strong legs and hips are slamming into me and making everything bounce and jiggle. We fuck for hours. Days maybe, I lose track of time, but I don't care. Brannish has brought me more pleasure than anyone ever has before.

"Now, you are ready for the mating."

"Wait. What? I thought that's what this was?"

"This was foreplay, preparing you to handle what's to come."

"And what's to come?"

"You, many-many times."

"Don't be funny, tell me what I'm about to face, right now." I demand.

He brings his face into mine and backs me to the headboard. Invading my safety bubble, he overwhelms me with his dominance, his quishi, "Do we need to revisit the redness of your ass?"

"Not if you want more fucking with me, I'm human, I can only take so much."

"You'll take more if you talk back to your alpha with that attitude again, do you understand."

"Yes, Sir." I tilt my head down and submit, "Please, will you tell me what's next, I'm a little scared and knowing will help."

"Good girl, transparency is vital. Thank you!" He takes a breath, I have to remember as much as I want him to recall that I'm human, he is a beast and works differently than I do. We have to compromise in order for things to work.

"I will take you to the mating chambers, present you as my mate, and take you hard in front of an audience. You will be watched closely, heard in detail, smelled and felt, and if I let it, you may be shared. Since you're not of our practices, I will only share if you nod your agreement to who I want to share you with, otherwise your mine. Deal?" He informs me.

Little secret about me? I'm very, very loyal and devoted to my partner, when I have one. But in that devotion, if it feels safe and right with them and our relationship, I will once in a while let him share me. With his friends, for a gangbang, cucking... but I don't share in return, I have my limits.

So, Brannish is hitting on one of my kinks, and I'm open to it.

"What about you? Do you take others for pleasure too?" I ask.

"No, I like to direct, control, but I am only yours." He answers, to my relief.

"Ok. Deal."

It's more intense than I thought it'd be, the mating ceremony. There's a platform where a big bed sits, with a long chain and neck collar attached. Brannish takes me there and buckles me in, after an elder let's, him know it's his turn to present. I guess they do this mating thing for a week, and each male member takes a turn presenting their mate for that season, then claiming her loud and proud right there.

As he locks me in, I look around, it's a big room and there are a lot of people, easily over a hundred. Most are males, but there are some females lingering about. Some seem interested in me and some are there on their knees pleasing their mates while their mates watch Brannish please me. They keep it well lit, so everyone can see everything. And I'm told I'm not allowed any coverings of any kind. Brannish starts with teasing by rubbing his cock head over my lips and flicking my nipples with his fingers. He shows them how well I take to not only following his commands and accepting what he wants us to share in this moment, but by swallowing his dick well too.

He then inserts a new dildo into me and spanks me while it thrusts in and out. As I moan and take it all, he comes up to me and quietly asks if there is anyone, I see that I'd be ok with touching me. I nod at someone, and he invites her up. She has been eyeing me for a while, licking her lips and looking interested. I'm interested right back, I like all types, so I ask Brannish to let her make out with me and let us play with each other's tits while he continues playing with my pussy and ass.

Her tits are rounded, large, soft, and smell like roses. But it's her lips and tongue I like best. Her breath is sweet, her lips full and her kisses charged with such desire my body begins to move on its own. Brannish knows what I need and asks the female to press her naked pussy into mine while on top of me. Just when I think he's gonna let her scissor me, he asks if I like any of the males, and I nod at one. He pulls him up to join us, and after a moment I feel this new male slide his erect cock between our pussies.

He's sandwiched between us by his cock standing over us as we lay on top of each other. He thrusts back and forth, fucking both our clits, when Brannish then pushes his cock into my pussy. I'm now having my clit fucked at the same time as my core, climbing a hill and cumming hard, screaming into the female's mouth who's still making out with me while everything else is happening. She moans back, cumming onto me and I feel the male pour a hot liquid between us.

I love getting covered in cum.

Once I come down, and the male disconnects to return to his previous place in the crowd, the female lingers and whispers to me, "If I were you, I'd take that out and show him your secret weapon." My eyes bug at her words. "It's a rare thing, especially here, but I promise you, it is a great weapon to have." She winks and I swallow hard.

I never expose that part of me anymore. I've had some bad bed partners get angry over it, so I'm really super shy about what she refers to, but also, with Brannish, the way he treats me, the things he's done to me so far... I think her tip is a good one.

I'm nervous but as we move around for our next position I do as she suggests and remove the plates in my mouth. I call them plates because I hate what we actually call them. There is so much hate and disgust over them in our world that I really struggle to act on this weapon of mine anymore, so my heart is pattering hard in my chest as I pull out my dentures. Now toothless, I don't open my lips, so that no one sees that their gone. I hate how I look without them, but when Brannish offers me his cock again I slide it so far into my throat and begin to suck his length in new ways that have him busting down my esophagus fast and hard. His grunts full of shock and awe, his face set in the same emotion.

It brings me even more pleasure to suck a cock this way, I tend to get more into it too, so I'm not surprised that I cum with him just because of his response to me.

"What?" He reaches for my lips and slides his finger in, feeling around my naked gums and realizing something is gone. I back off and grab my plates from the spot I hid them, next to the bed and slip them back in, then smile.

"How did you do that?" He asks.

I just shrug. Shy and unsure how to explain, so I don't. "Take it back out, please." I obey him. "I have an idea." He says, then walks off, only to bring back two males and a harness.

"These are my best friends, Lowka and Krate, would you accept them to touch you, like I do?" He asks and I nod.

With his friends' help, they harness me and lift me up into the air. Brannish buries himself inside me and commands I fuck his besties with my naked mouth while he fucks my cunt with his monster cock. All of them make sure to play special attention on my nipples and caress my body, telling me how pretty I am, how good I am at taking them all, how proud they are at how well I please, how well I comply and accept their needs, even their roughness, they praise me and cherish me into so many orgasms.

They've been kind and considerate in how rough they've been, still bruising my body with how hard they grab and fuck into me, how much they've spanked my poor ass and needy pussy, even my neck is bruised from their choking me, but I've loved it all. Every. Moment. Every. Touch.

I'm sure if this were to go on, eventually it'd get rougher, more extreme, more experimental, but for how quick all this happened, how weird and random it was, this was perfect the way it happened. And in the end, Brannish is right, so was I, no one will ever believe that this was a true story, that they, this place, those cocks, really do exist. But they will certainly enjoy imagining all of it, at the least....

That Friday, the day the door reopens, and I am set to check out and return home to my lonely apartment and small life...

"Hey Levi! Glad I got you this time," I say into my phone the moment I get some reception.

"Hey Elly, how was your trip, about to head back?"

"That's what I was calling about, do you remember our alien pact, the one we made when Trump got elected into office again?"

"Ha! Of course I do, we said if the aliens offered, we'd both opt to become alien brides and leave this world for something better."

"Well..."

"No way! What?"

"It's a half hour drive, you could see for yourself, before agreeing to come with me. Up to you, you're my bestie, I'm not breaking the pact unless you want me to."

There's silence, and then a breath and,

"Give me an hour, gotta pack." Then Levi hung up and I giggle.

"Brannish?" I turn to my big, sexy wild man.

"Yes, my pet?"

"How do your people feel about males who mate with other males?"

The big guy smiles, "Pleasure doesn't judge gender, neither do we. Now, how long till your friend gets here? I'm eager to finish this mating with my knot."

Oh, goody!