****** CeTe's Zoostories 10 - The Romantic by CeTe ******
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CeTe's Zoostories 10 - The Romantic


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Chris's preference is his cats he leads a romantic life with.

Handwork

"Don't you think Kyle's gone mad? Gettin' married to an animal's not normal to
me, although I admire his charitable enterprise. Our recent conversation may
help him out."

While talking to Catty, I fondled her all around. Certainly, I knew she could
not comprehend what I said, but she did understand me, and moreover, we had a
lot in common with each other, for instance, I and her had come home from a
hard day in the wilderness. So we just wanted to relax.

I began nodding off, however, my skilled hands kept on working on my calmly
pouring cat who was having a nap on my lap. After stroking her head for a long
while, I chucked her under her chin which she loved most of all.

Next I used both hands and massaged her muscular back strongly down to her
desirable rear before turning to her soft belly. As a human, Catty was ticklish
there. Slowly, but steadily, my petting hands moved to her erotic abdomen.

In expectant anticipation, she invited me to caress her more intimately because
she removed her bushy tail. I did my best, rubbed her small vulva till she
shivered in her pretty overcoming orgasm.

Forthwith, Catty was wide-awake; she got up, hunched her back, yawned, hastened
to her kittens to suckle them.

Casually, I saw Tom stepping into my cabin, took him up and commenced pleasing
him too. He liked it, though, as soon as I grazed his sensitive underside, he
bit me. Ignoring his nervous overreaction, I continued.

Several snug minutes later, I concentrated on his awfully fetching genitals.
Firstly, I tenderly squeezed his cute balls. With two fingers of my other hand,
I masturbated his tiny prick, making him climax euphorically.

Full of excitement, I requested my loving cats to return my care.

Zero Tolerance

She ran, she rushed, she chased her prey across the plain. The gnu ran too,
Cesarea was faster. With a gracious leap, she plunged her sharp teeth into his
neck's soft flesh, pulled him down, choked him. Subsequently, her entire pride
gathered round the carcass and began devouring it, in particular the leading
lion Julius.

Fully fascinated, I turned off my high-efficiency camera that had filmed all
the gripping scene. Though, Caesar roared ragingly at the sight of his mother,
his brothers and sisters as well as his stepfather, his rival.

I considered: actually it was a shame: my Caesar, the king of beasts, the
scavenger. He was fated to limp, depending at my mercy. I petted his huge head
to tranquil him. He nestled up to me.

A sudden shot thundered over the wide land. Once more, a dreadful thought
flashed through my mind: poachers.

Horrifiedly, I starred at Caesar; he was unhurt. I hastened to the shot's
origin and found a lacerated cat lying there dead.

"Catty, my God, not again!" I screamed, startling a hidden poacher who tried to
flee away.

In his utter angst, he forgot his rifle. Zero tolerance. I picked it up, aimed,
squeezed the trigger. The poacher fell down mortally hit.

What had I done?

The rangers alleged I had done the right thing, Bill judged it had served him
right, but they were wrong. I had killed, my deed was unforgivable. Mourning
for dearly beloved Catty and my unknown victim, I prayed the Lord might receive
them kindly.

(c) CeTe

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