Park Ranger Goes Wild Pt. 01

Layla sat on her chair, looking out over the pine trees. She scanned the evening horizon for any sign on smoke. It had been a week since she'd hiked in to her station and her job was so far proving to be rather boring. Lots of looking through binoculars, two mandatory check-ins a week via radio, otherwise, she could do what she wanted.

Her tower station had a large steel shed full of supplies, which, if rationed responsibly, would last the duration of her three-month term at tower 245. She had brought in several books and a deck of cards to pass the time. She theoretically could radio on of the other towers to talk to their ranger, but Layla was looking forward to the solitude.

The young woman didn't have some recent tragedy or misfortune leading her towards self-isolation; she simply had always been a slightly solitary person. She'd enjoyed having her own space and felt maybe, this more extreme isolation might make her appreciate the company of others when she got back to civilization.

Layla was becoming accustomed to the sounds of her part of the woods, birds, trees rustling, the almost musical whistle of the wind. It was quite peaceful here. As the light faded, Layla climbed down the roof access ladder of into the living area of the tower. She lit her lamp and started her evening routine.

The space was only around fifteen by fifteen feet, and had a five foot wide walkway around it. The stairs wound their way down to the ground around the support legs of the tower. It was enough, especially since Layla didn't spend all day in the small space.

Layla pulled her shirt over her head and made her way to her mirror in the opposite corner from her bed. She grabbed her toothbrush and undid the cap on a tube of toothpaste. She squeezed a bead of toothpaste onto the brush's bristles then started brushing her teeth.

Layla went over and grabbed her still partly full metal camping cup of water. After a few minutes of scrubbing back and forth she took a swig of water, and walked to the door of her quarters.

Pushing the door open she stepped to the railing of the tower and spit the minty mixture of water and toothpaste off the side. Layla wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before stepping back inside closing the screen door behind her.

She reached out for a half full water jug and a washcloth on her counter. Layla popped the cap off the jug, then pressed the cloth to the opening and tilted it briefly. She used the now damp washcloth to lightly scrub her face before draping the clothe flat on the edge of the counter and closing the water jug.

Layla pulled down her pants after unbuckling her belt and taking her zipper down. She sat on top of her cot's wool blanket, it was too hot most nights to sleep under the blanket or in anything more than her bra and underwear. Not like anyone was going to see her anyway out here.

Layla pulled her bobbed raven black hair back and used a hair tie off her wrist to put it in a very simple bun. She then reached over and turned her lamp off, then she lay back on her pillow. She looked out the window at the clear night sky, which was now starting to light up with stars. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and started to drift off to sleep...

Layla blinked awake, glancing around she saw it was still dark out. She slowly sat up and silently listened, the sounds of the nighttime forest were what they always were. Bugs buzzing, trees brushing branches, but there was something else. Something was moving through the forest floor below. Leaf litter crunched, small twigs snapped, all in a uniform rhythm. A deer, Layla thought.

As Layla lay back on her bed and drifted back to sleep, she imagined soft music lulling her back into a dream. Drifting back into a new dream, Layla walked through the woods, but instead of her feet she strode on goat-like hooves. Her fuller breasts hung free, and bounced as she walked. A mane curly black hair hung off her shoulders, some lightly teasing her nipples as she stepped over fallen branches.

Dense hair covered Layla from her hooves to her belly button, and she felt a short tail flicking above her rump. Her ears, long goat-like things twitched at the noises of the forest. Ahead of her glowed a fire, light peeking through the trees making shadows dance. Soft pipe music floated through the air and pulled her forward.

Stepping into a clearing, Layla found a roaring fire at its center. Seated on a stump between the fire and Layla was the source of the sweet music, a horned satyr. Aburn hair curled around a pair of twisting ram horns on his head, and a short beard covered his face. Fur covered him from the waist down, and a large cock hung between his legs.

The satyr looked up and met her eyes, a soothing warmth spread through Layla's body. He stood from his stump and walked up to the black haired satyress. "Find me in the forest." He said as he put a hand to her cheek. The pair met in an intense kiss, and pressed their bodies against one another.

Layla felt his firm dick press against the opening of her pussy, she let out a moan into her Satyr's mouth. They each made small movements with their hips, which slowly pressed his cock into Layla. She squeezed him closer with her arms, their horns clacked together and he sank his full length into her pussy!...

With a loud moan and arched back Layla awoke on her cot. Her hands held fistfuls of blanket and her entire body was covered in sweat. She panted, staring up at the ceiling of the tower, and her thighs felt much more wet than the rest of her. Layla looked down to see a sizable wet spot on her blanket right below her crotch. "Fuck." She muttered, letting her head fall back on the pillow.

Layla would have to go down to the creek to wash her blanket today. She sat up and felt her breasts, which felt slightly sore. As she expected they weren't the ample rack from her dream, simply her athletic modest boobs she'd had all her adult life. As she felt them they did seem a bit bigger, but Layla convinced herself she was imagining a sudden improvement.

Layla quickly dressed herself before putting her blanket and soaked panties in a plastic trash bag. Tying the bag off she dropped it off her railing to the cleared ground below rather than carry it down the stairs. She grabbed her laundry basin, day pack, and a bottle of soap before descending to the ground for the forty five minute walk to the creek.

As Layla gathered her things, the forest felt different! The noises more musical, like she understood the bird songs a bit more. The sun was barely up and it was already feeling a bit warm, even under cover of the trees. Layla arrived at the creek a bit sweaty, and sat down on a rock to rest before getting to work.

After a moment of rest and some water Layla rolled up her pant legs, grabbed the basin, and filled it with water. She hefted the basin into the bank of the creek once she had enough water, splashing her shirt a bit. Rather than sit in a wet shirt Layla removed her shirt and laid it flat on a nearby rock.

She didn't realize that she'd also removed and tossed her bra aside as well, as some strange new instinct in her head started to take control. Her mind entered a haze and before she knew it her blanket and underwear were sitting on a rock. She looked around in a sudden disorientation as she assumed she simply spaced out, despite that being implausible.

Layla packed back up, and began her walk up to the tower. She had no clue what time it was due to entirely forgetting doing her laundry. It was when she'd completed most of her walk when she realized she'd forgotten to put her shirt back on! She groaned and decided to go back another time for it, She had other shirts at the tower.

Layla refused to admit that it also felt quite nice to have a slight breeze on her chest. As she returned to the tower the climb up the stairs felt arduous, and without a shirt or bra her boobs bounced with each step. She draped her blanket over the tower railing and realized it was time for her second weekly check in.

Layla sat down in the chair in front of her radio set and flipped the switch to turn on the transmitter and receiver. She then turned her microphone on, and cleared her throat before speaking. "Tower 245 reporting all clear. Expected weather conditions, and no extenuating circumstances." She said before switching off her microphone.

A few seconds went by before Layla got her usual reply. "Park central, receiving tower 245's report. No updates, carry on." A bored man's voice said. Layla switched off her radio before standing up from her seat with a sigh. She reached under her cot for a small trunk and pulled a book out.

Layla climbed up to the roof of the tower, where her chair was placed for reading, with an umbrella for shade. The rest of the day was a blur, Layla struggled to focus on her reading as her mind wandered to her dream. As the day drew to a close she was frustratingly horny, and brought her hand up to her breast to find she'd never put on one of her spare shirts! She'd spent the day topless, and strangely she was fine with it!

No one would see her out here, and it was probably the only time to get her tan nice and even without tan lines! At this moment, Layla was also grateful no one would hear her out here. She hurriedly climbed down into her tower, and laid out some towels on her cot before getting her pants, underwear and boots off as fast as possible!

Layla fingered herself frantically, squeezing one of her breasts with her other hand. The satyr from her dream came to mind as she imagined him thrusting into her as she moved her fingers in and out of her pussy! Her moans filled the tower living space, and she arched her back on the cot "ugh fuck!" She grunted!

Layla would continue masturbating until the sun set, working up to a glistening sweat! She thoroughly soaked the towel under her hips as she came several times. Her final orgasm crashing over her, and the park ranger passed out....

Layla was gleeful that her dream picked up where the previous night's had left off! Thrust after thrust plowed into her from her horned lover! She moaned into their frantic kissing as she felt her hooves lifted off the ground, reminding her in this dream she was a satyress!

Layla's lover brought her down on his cock again and again, her furry thighs shaking and jiggling with every erotic impact. The satyr's beard tickled her neck as he moved his kisses from her lips to her body. Layla threw her head back with a cry "OH YEAH!" That echoed through the forest.

As Layla's satyr's cock twitched and her pussy tightened she felt every pump as he cum inside her! The sensation of being bred tipped her over the edge into an orgasm of her own, and her juices dripped out around his cock. Layla shook and clutched her lover desperately, while he growled passionately, and continued to thrust into her!...

Layla sat up with an orgasmic scream that carried over the trees! Soaked in sweat, panting, the woman put her hands to her tits to feel her heartbeat. Holy shit they were more than her little handfuls! Her boobs were now easily twice their original size! And they were sensitive, she immediately moaned in pleasure as she fondled herself.

Layla let herself fall onto her back, and the pine needles and leaves tickled her bare skin- she was outside! She was outside without a shred of clothing on! She scrambled to her feet and spun around, trying to get her bearings. Her new round tits threw off her practiced balance, and she almost fell over.

She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the legs of the watchtower throw the underbrush. Layla was only about a hundred feet away from her station. She quickly made her way out of the woods and hurried up the stairs.

Layla threw the door shut behind her once she got to the living quarters and caught her breath. Her hair fell into her eyes and she brushed it aside, failing to notice the now curled texture and increased length. "What the fuck is happening?" She muttered, unsure what to do...