Squeetah History
by tannim
July 28, 2005

	A brave mansquirrel hunted the cheetah for days. Lost in the savanna with not a tree in sight he stalked through the grass. At last he saw his chance.

	The hot spicy scent of the cheetah's heat made him sweat.  The powerful squirrel had at last found a place to stash his nuts.  His prey slept peacefully in the tall grass on her back.  The squirrel chittered quietly and crept closer.  His arousal grew with each step.

	Anticipation overwhelmed him, lust followed suit.  He WOULD make the first Squeetah and lord over the squirrels who had made fun of him.

   "Large cats are not for squirrels!" They had yelled.  He knew they were wrong, at last he could prove it.  A powerful athletic jump and he was there! He stood next to that hot sweet sex with his rampant squirrel hood dripped onto it. She stirred and looked down, not sure if she were awake or not.

	The sight of a squirrel jackhammering his hips into her sex couldn't be real. Nor could the pleasure she felt rippling through her body from it.  She watched for two minutes in confused bliss. The feelings were wonderful and she felt sleepy while riding the waves of growing lust and her satisfied heat.

	Her claws extended and she drug them through the dirt.  This dream meal had STAMINA!  At last she felt the first small spurts inside and it reminded her when she had seen a lion pawing off.  Neither made much, but for his size the squirrel expelled a flood compared to the large lion.	  He didn't stop, his balls slapped her slit as he dug his small paws in and pounded away faster. Her slit was nearly large enough for him to crawl inside.

	Her size didn't intimidate him, he wanted that size for his children. He wanted that form to keep him and his kind safe. He wanted... that huge pussy to keep sucking the life out of him as she came suddenly!

	Powerful feline muscles gripped him inside and nearly sucked him in.  Only his fingers gripping her fur kept him from being eaten by her nether lips.  Both creature's sweat mixed.  Both creatures were soaked and in a daze of orgasmic delight.

	The cheetah shivered and her thighs clenched around her tiny dream lover. "Surely this is a dream!  A squirrel is a meal, not a lov..."  Her mind melted.  His jaws clamped around her clit to keep from being drawn inside her gorgeous cunny.

	Her squirrel's mind wasn't holding up any better.  His erection was 3 inches long.  Very impressive for his species, not much shorter than her kind's normal size, and she had every inch plus his sheath and balls inside.  The male felt like he had a mouth sucking endlessly at his length. Every few seconds she forced another small spurt of cum from him.  Every few seconds his tail flicked about behind him like a live snake caught by a mongoose.

	It was nearly 10 minutes before both came down from their orgasmic high.  The frantic ecstasy fell away from them in an instant.   Cheetah and squirrel slumped together in blissfull exhaustion.  The cat not believing what had happened. The squirrel full of pride.  He knew she would eat him in a moment, he was prepared for he had sown his seed as he needed.

	He lay with his body resting on her hot sticky vulva for several minutes panting and letting himself surrender to her attack.  He knew it was coming but he was getting impatient.

	The squirrel looked up and came face to face with his lover.  His eyes shrank in fear.  Those huge jaws bigger than his head so close he could count her hairs.  He closed them when her tongue slid out and drug over his back and neck.

	She licked her little lover a few times and watched him.  When he looked up at her again he was full of confused fear.

	"Is something wrong squirrel?  You stopped working"

	"You... aren't going to eat me?"

	"We'll see, But i want to feel those hips working again for now... Mmm... Better hurry. I feel hungry."

	The squirrel worked the rest of the day like he had never worked before.  His body was limp from exhaustion near the end of it, but his shaft was as full as ever.

	Their body's got used to each other over time and her belly swelled.  She protected him and his tree, he tried not to watch her eat.

	At last they had a full litter of pretty Squeetahs.  He pounded away at her soon after while watching them nurse.  They were all he had hoped for.  That night he fell asleep cuddling his lover and his children.  Five nursing from her, one nursing from HIM.
