****** CeTe's Zoostories 12 - The Avengers by CeTe ******
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CeTe's Zoostories 12 - The Avengers


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Kyle avenges exploited nature and abused animals.

The Angel in the White Hell

Kyle had just returned from his successful expedition to Venezuela, as his
employer, the Spanish newspaper El País, instructed him to report on the
Sibirian nomads. Hence, he flew to Norilsk, a monotonous city in the middle of
the desert tundra.

Getting of the plane, the British journalist who had come directly from the
equator stiffened by the arctic temperatures. Regardless to the thick snow
dashing against his face, he recognized Sergey Kawalyew, a Russian folklorist
and his translator.

Both drove by snowmobile fifty miles through the furious snowstorm to the samll
nomad family Sondaki.

By the time, Kyle got used to the hard climate and the same unpretentiousness
he had already experienced during his adventurous stay at the cannibals before
half a year.

Most of all, though, he admired the big herd of awesome reindeers the Sondakis
kept near their winter camp. His longing desire for those respectable animals
was enhancing with every day.

Another sleepless night, Kyle could no longer bear his unappeasable demand and
set out to satisfy it. In pitch-black darkness, he met a female reindeer and
began petting and arousing her till she lay down, letting him insert his hard-
on into her cunt. Their sensual mating solely lasted a minute, but Kyle enjoyed
each second of that relieving fusion.

On his way back, he met his astounded collaborator.

"Mr Stevenson," Sergey whispered, "I've seen you and the reindeer."

"Please, don't tell anyone," the revealed zoo begged.

"Of course not. I mean you looked like an angel."

Kyle laughed, "The angel in the white hell."

Poetry II

Kyle got an email with three English love poems by his old friend Chris who
begged him for translating them into Spanish. He did it for Peru, South America
and all the Hispanic world.

Corazón Partido

Hay un corazón
Lleno de dolor
Buscando la emoción
De su amor.

Ese corazón es mío,
Y mi amor eres tú
Mas no sé si erstás en Río
O quizás en el Perú.

Estaba en el séptimo cielo
Hasta que me salieras;
Enseguida me quedé de hielo
Deseando que te murieras.

Ahora estás desaperecido;
Estoy solo otra vez
Con mi corazón partido.
¡Vuélvete con impavidez!

Buen Amigo

Un amigo es alguien
Con quien te llevas bien,
Quien te entiende
Y quien te defiende.

Es un buen amigo
Si se queda contigo
En los males días
Cuando lo precisarías.

Tu amigo es la fuente de tu furza y tu puente
A los horizontes distantes
De que suenan los cantantes.

Hay amigos para hablar,
Para reír o para llorar,
Y hay otros para amar
Con quienes te quieres acostar.

En el fondo es igual
De qué sexo es y por lo cual,
Todo lo que cuenta es
Que siguís estando alegres.

Amor Ardiente

Estoy ardiente como un volcán
Escupiendo humo, lava, fuego,
Y soy un hombre muy chalán
Como aún sentirás luego.

Tienes que saber
Que eres mi amor
Siempre que te vaya a ver,
Estoy de gran valor.

Eres un ángel en el cielo
Entre las nubes blanquísimas
Mientras estoy tieso como el hielo
Mirando a tus alas bellísimas.

Cuando empiezo llammando
A tu alma inmortal,
Oyes mis ecos sonando
Y vienes volando de tu casa royal.

Nuestros cuerpos se tocan,
Te beso siguientemente,
Las estrellas centellean,
Hacemos el amor ardiente.

La Encuentra

Estaba avanzando a hurtadillas por la jungla. El distrito en que el ecologista
patrullaba era una zona de guerra entre el Perú, Ecuador y Colombia. Hubo
cazadores, guerilleros así como leñadores luchando por el predominio aunque
esos tres países coexistían en paz. Tras el primer año había acostumbrado a la
vida en la selva virgen. Al llegar a la ribera del Napo, un afluente a las
Amazonas, Kyle se quedó de pie.

Inesperadamente, oyó algo crujiendo en la mata. El inglés se escondió detrás de
un árbol acechando. Entonces lo vio: fue un jaguar.

Kyle se asustó. Se decían que era el felino mayor y más peligroso de toda
América. El hombre lo miraba al animal, y el jaguar lo miraba a él. Intentó a
retirarse pero la creatura lo inhibió.

En ese momento, Kyle arriesgó todo y se le acercó al jaguar quien empezó a
bufar. Su vista aguda vagó de la cabeza mana por su pellejo amarillo de manchas
negras a sus genitales encantadores. ¡Qué huevas hermosísimos!

Cuidadosamente, Kyle lo acariciaba mientrras lamía su prepucio delicioso. Poco
rato después la picha rosa se erigió a que siguió chupando hasta que el jaguar
excitado obtuviera un clímax vehemente y el hombre cuchando gustara el semen
delicado.

Cuanto Kyle como el felido potente reposaron por poco tiempo antes de que el
jaguar ansioso lo montara. La fuerza animal lo venció. Cuando la creatura
salvaje tenía otro orgasmo violento, lo agradecía haberle encontrado.

The Encounter

He was slinking through the jungle. The district the environmentalist was
patroling in was a war zone between Peru, Ecuador and Colombia. There were
poachers, gerillas as well as woodcutters fighting for the predonimance
although those three countries used to coexist in peace. After the first year,
he had gotten accustomed to the life in the rainforest. Reaching the bank of
the Napo, a tributary of the Amazon, Kyle stood still.

Unexpectedly, he heard something rustling in the undergrowth. The Englishman
hid behind a tree, lurking. Then he saw it: it was a jaguar.

Kyle startled. They said it was the biggest and most dangerous cat of prey of
all America. The man watched the animal, the jaguar watched him. He tried to
retire but the creature inhibited him.

At that moment, Kyle staked everything on one chance and neared the jaguar who
began hissing. His sharp eyes wandered from its cute head over its yellow,
black-spotted fur to its enchanting genitals. What beautiful balls!

Heedfully, Kyle stroked him while he licked his delicious sheath. A little
while later, his pink prick erected which he kept sucking till the excited
jaguar got a vehement climax and the horny man tasted his delicate cum.

Both Kyle and the potent feline relaxed for a short time before the desirous
jaguar mounted him. The animal strenght overwhelmed him. When the wild creature
had another violent orgasm, he thanked him for having encountered him.

Striving with Fate

His raw glans was burning. He thrusted faster. His slack balls slapped on the
still animal's. Kyle moaned with aweful lust. A heavenly pain seared his
cramping body. He began shooting his cold cum into the climaxing wether's tight
ass.

The content ranger panted, "Thanks a lot, man. I needed that ace fuck."

"Never mind, take it whenever you wanna have sex," Fidel allowed.

He zipped the green jeans and saw the Peruvian sheep farmer beating the
bleating ram with a metallic rod to drive him to the fruitful meadow. Kyle
regretted the tormented creature even though he could not help him because it
was not his. The concerned conservationist kept thinking about how he should
behave while going his long way home. Reaching his simple hunting lodge, Kyle
decided to avenge the struck sheep.

He got up at two o'clock. It was pitch-dark. The vindicative animal-protector
set out in a black dress and with a fearsome mask. He dived across the rippling
river Marañón close to Borja. Fidel's gainful farm lay silent at the moonlit
night. Everyone inside was asleep.

Kyle climbed over the high wall without the slightest noise and stole into the
reeking barn. Creeping after an unmistakable odor, he touched the poor wether
he had made hot love to the bad day before. The hardened ranger shuddered at
the terrible sight of a good many gaping wounds on his barked back glaring red
in the bright beam of the handy flashlight. He looked around: each other was
hurt as well. It got clear they were in need.

Fidel stepped into the dim stable, the bloody switch in his horny hand. Kyle
blinded him, wrenching the damn thing from the ruthless Peruvian. He hit it in
his staggered face.

"That's for torturing your innocent creatures," the angry avenger cursed in a
disguised voice. "If you ever dare to do so again, I'll come back."

He disappeared. Kyle returned home shortly before early sunrise. Casting a
hankering glance at the yellowed picture of a young, bearded man on the dusty
table, he recalled the unjust time as he had been in dirty jail where he had
met him first. The acquitted Englishman had been fighting against his strong
feelings for too many years. He would reveal his immortal affection.

(c) CeTe

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