Cougar Country

This story has the same lead character as Cougar Town but I think it will stand alone. It takes place about 15 years later. It has adult content, some of it nonconsentual

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"I hope Vivian won't be there." John said.

"You know she will," replied Rowan. "The conference is in the same city as her office. You need to tell her to either stop flirting with you, or date you."

"I tried that. She just laughed."

It was a chilly February afternoon. and Ro, John and I were in her Accord, driving from Syracuse, NY to Rochester for the annual Engineer's Week convention. John was a tall fellow, so I let him sit in the passenger seat. I was in the back.

We were going to represent our employer, Leightner McFarland Engineering, at the convention. Rowan and I were presenting about the success of our village streetscape project. I was the design engineer and responsible for the overall project. Rowan had designed the sidewalks, landscaping, and drainage. John headed another design team, and was going to talk to prospective clients.

Vivian is LME's lead real estate lawyer. John had to work with Vivian because his project involved extensive right-of-way purchases.

Vivian often flirts with John to the very limits of professional office behavior, and sometimes beyond. As soon as he responds, though, she gets frigid. It doesn't help that Vivian is a gorgeous redhead. Anyone could see why John hated it. Unlike most people, however, I can tell how serious her case of the hots for him was. I can smell it.

I also know why she can't act on it. You see, Vivian has a secret. I can smell that, too. She is a werewolf.

How can I smell it? I have a secret, too. I'm a were-cougar.

I can sympathize with Vivian to some extent. Rowan flirted with me when she first joined the company. It was hard for me. Ro is a pretty brunette with blue eyes and fair skin, with intelligence and personality to match. I wanted so much to ask her out, but I couldn't, and it wasn't because of the company's policy about dating subordinates. I finally told her to stop.

"Well at least her hair makes her easy to spot," Ro said. "Don't worry. Jake and I will run interference for you."

Just then, John's phone beeped. John looked at it and said, "The Thruway is closed ahead. Bad crash. Waze says take the next exit. It looks like we're taking the back roads."

"Well, crap!" Ro said. "At least there will be a full moon tonight, so it'll be easier to see on the back roads." I was already feeling the tingle of energy from the moon. Felines like me aren't as strongly tied to the moon as werewolves, but we still hear her call.

As we drove west through the upstate New York countryside, we were treated to a gorgeous sunset shining on winter snow front of us, as the moon rose behind us. Ro was enjoying it, pumping the clutch and flicking the Honda's shift lever from gear to gear to match the engine speed to the curves and hills. She bought the Honda because it was one of the few sedans still available with a manual transmission.

We crested a hill and were greeted by the sight of an old farmhouse and barn across the valley, glowing in the light of the setting sun. As we dropped down into the shadow of the valley, I caught a flicker of motion off to the right. "Look out!" I yelled, just as a doe lept over the road. The grey blur following it crashed into the front of the car, smashed the windshield, and disappeared over the roof.

Rowan slammed the brake pedal hard. The ABS clattered like mad as the car slewed to a stop. We all got out. John went to check the damage to the car, and Ro looked for whatever we hit. As I opened my door, the scent hit me. Werewolves! "Get back in the car, NOW!" I yelled. She looked at me, then behind me, and screamed. Something slammed into the back of the head, and the world went red and black.

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I came to with the throbbing head and nausea of a concussion. I part-changed to cougar and back to heal the damage, then assessed the situation.

The first thing I noticed was a damp basement odor, overlayed with the scents of wolves. Lots of wolves. I was lying on a cold, grimy stone floor. The light of a bare bulb showed that we were in a cage in an old basement, probably the in the farmhouse we saw.

Rowan was curled up in a ball in the corner, sobbing and rocking back and forth. She reeked with fear. She had a severe dog phobia. She was attacked by one as a kid, and they can still put her on the edge of panic. Werewolves would scare any normal human. To a cynophobe like her, they'd be paralyzing.

Outside the bars were two male and two female werewolves. They were half-changed - still bipedal, but with fur and tails and fangs and thick blunt claws. John was on the floor outside the cage, A female with reddish fur was holding his legs as a male pinned his arms to the floor. She seemed familiar somehow, but I couldn't quite place it.

I knew what was coming next. Were-folk have a general rule about not letting normal humans know about our existence. Anyone that knows has to become one of us, for our safety and security. For wolf packs, though, it has the force of law. The question was how they would enforce it.

The red wolf dug her claws into the front of John's chinos and rent the fabric into tatters. The boxers beneath them got the same treatment. She lowered her muzzle inside the tear and applied her long supple tongue to his crotch. John started to resist, but a growl and the firm but careful application of her fangs put an end to that.

It was too late to help John, but maybe I could still help Rowan. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her head into the crook of my neck, sobbing something about dogs. The scent of her fear tugged at my emotions.

Having gotten the results she wanted, the red wolf straddled John's hips and took him as he watched in horror. She gyrated her hips, milking him with her pussy while applying her paw-hand to her clit. Small whimpers from her throat son became loud moans. Moans became shrieks as she came. John, against his will, came too.

She let out a last sighing moan, then turned to the other female. "Emily, the other male is yours. Trey, you can have the female after that.”

“Why does she get to go first? Who put you in charge, anyway?” one of the males asked in a slightly whiny voice.

“She’s not a threat. He’s the priority. Besides, Emily doesn’t whine. And you know full well that the alphas put me in charge while they are at the council meeting.”

Just then, the red female's scent to my nose. I should have known.

Emily came into the cage to get me. I gently set Rowan on the floor and took a fighting stance between her and the wolf. "I admire your courage," she said, "but you can't win. No human can beat a werewolf. Come along, and I'll be gentle."

I snapped a kick to her ribcage. She slammed back into the bars, and before she could recover, I spun her around facing away from me, got her right arm into a half-nelson and wrapped my other hand around her throat, claws extended and buried in her fur. Her eyes bulged. "I’m not human," I said softly into her ear. Her scent changed from confidence to confusion and a bit of fear. "Hush. I don't want to hurt you." Then, more loudly, "Vivian!"

Vivian was walking towards the stairs with John over her shoulder. She stopped, looked at me, and handed John off to the second male. “Take him up to my room and keep him there,” she said. She walked up to the cage and asked, "How did you know it was me?"

"You have a distinctive scent." I said. At her puzzled look, I smiled and continued. "Wolves aren't the only creatures in the forest, don't you know. Not even the scariest." That just confused her more.

I half-changed, showing her my yellow-gold cougar eyes, and tawny-furred snout and ears. Light brown fur covered my skin.

"What…? Wow! You’re… a cougar? I had no idea there were shifters besides us wolves! Well, you obviously won't be joining our pack, but I don't think we need to worry about you talking. Let Emily go and join us for dinner. We're having venison."

I shook my head. "Viv, about Rowan. She's no good to you. A dog mauled her as a kid, and she's been phobic ever since. Can't you smell her? Can't you hear her? Do you really want a pack member that panics every full moon? Every time she sees one of you with fur on? Let me turn her. Heck, she loves cats. She breeds them. You'll be better off with her as a sane cougar than a crazy wolf"

The male she called Trey growled, "It's the law. She must join..." He fell silent at Vivian's gesture.

She sighed. "Well, the alphas won't like it, but you're probably right. But if she's still human in the morning, I’m giving her to Trey."

I let Emily go with an apology, and said to Vivian, "Do you have any place with a bit more privacy, and less grime?"

Vivian nodded. "Emily, put them in the safe room, please. Oh, and for letting him get the drop on you, you won't be joining tonight's pack run. Instead, you'll guard the door and make sure he turns her."

I picked up Ro and followed Emily to a door across the basement. She opened it and said, "You can stay in here. It's still a cell, but at least it has a real floor and a bed."

She opened the door and motioned us in.

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The thick, iron-bound oaken door slammed shut behind us, and several heavy steel bolts slid home. Enough moonlight came through a heavily barred window near the ceiling of the far wall to see the inside of the door was covered with gouges and claw marks. Some had old bloodstains. The irony of the name didn't escape me. This safe room wasn't a refuge in a home invasion or tornado. They lock up deranged wolves to keep the rest of the pack safe. The kind Rowan would likely become if I failed. I shuddered at the thought. If the pack took her, she'd probably spend all her full moons in here.

I set Rowan down on the stained, ragged mattress in the corner. It wasn't really a bed, but at least it wasn't the cold stone floor. I sat next to her and pulled her onto my lap. She was still in the grips of her panic attack, rocking back and forth muttering "Dogs! Dogs!" over and over.

Long ago, I swore an oath to myself that I'd never change anyone without their consent, as I was. She couldn't consent during a panic attack, but could I let Trey violate her? Would doing it myself be the lesser evil? I hoped I wouldn't have to make that choice. I had to get her calmed down.

I started murmuring into her ear. “Hey, I got you. No dogs in here.” After a while, it occurred to me. Her cats were her babies. What's more calming than a purring kitty? I held her close and purred softly as I spoke. It seemed to help, so I increased the volume.

It took a while, but it worked. The scent of her panic never completely went away, but it did ebb. The angle of the moonlight from the window told me it had been a few hours before she finally calmed down enough to sit up and look around. In a shaky voice, she asked, "Are the dogs gone? Where are we? Where's John?" And then, "Did you hear a cat?"

I pulled her close, kissed her forehead gently, and said, "It's okay. Well, it's far from okay, but it could be worse." I took a breath. "Rowan, we're being held prisoner. By werewolves." She made a scoffing noise. "Yes, they are real. Very, very real. John is on his way to becoming one of them." I paused for a breath. "I couldn't save him, but I made a deal with them for you. The bad news is, you're not leaving this room as a human. The good news is you have a choice. Let me turn you, or they will, probably by force like they did to John"

"Turn me into what?" Her voice was skeptical.

"Were-cougar, Or puma if you prefer."

"So, you're telling me we're captives of mythical creatures, you're a different mythical creature, and I have to choose between you and them." Her tone was sarcastic and unbelieving. "You expect me to believe that if you bite me, I'll magically turn into a cougar? Extraordinary claims require..."

"Extraordinary proof, I know."

I took her hand and pulled it, palm up, into the moonlight. I let go, and placed my hand in her palm. A moment's concentration, and my fingernails lengthened into sharp, hooked claws. Tough but supple pads formed under my knuckles and the middle joint of my fingers. Tawny fur covered the rest and up into my sleeve. With a quick indrawn breath, she caressed my fur, prodded my pads, and gently ran fingertips over the points of my claws.

"Is this real?" she asked. "Am I dreaming? Drugged?"

I set her down on the mattress, kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks and stood in the moonlight from the window. Facing her, I unbuttoned my shirt, took it off and dropped it on the mattress. I could tell she liked what she saw. I'm not muscle-bound by any means, but I am fit and toned. After unbuckling my belt and opening my fly, I hooked my thumbs over the waistbands of my pants and briefs and pushed them down to my ankles, changing as I did. I pulled my hind paws out of my pants and padded over to her on all fours. Her astonishment was plain on her face. I head-butted her a few times, then touched my muzzle to her nose.

Smiling with amazement, she reached up and tentatively touched my long whiskers, then the fur on my cheek. "Oh. My. God," she said. "You're real! You're fuckin' real! She started scratching behind my ears with both hands. I couldn't help myself. I started purring. It's the best part of being one of the lesser cats. Lions, tigers, jaguars and leopards get the press, but they can't purr. We can't roar, but a snarl is almost as good, and purring is more fun.

Ro laughed out loud with delight. "That was you!" she exclaimed. I had the wrong mouth shape to talk now, so I nodded yes. "So, I'll be able to change and purr and all this, too?" I nodded yes again.

She put her hand in front of my face and said, “Go ahead. Bite me”

I half-changed so I could talk. I took her hand in mine, placed it on my cheek, then kissed the hollow of her palm. “I'd rather not bite you. That's uncivilized and not really that effective. I’d have to get my saliva into a major artery or vein. It’s not worth the risk.”

“Then how…?”

“Remember that day I told you to stop flirting with me? That was probably the hardest thing I’ve had to do since becoming a cougar. Part of me wanted to drag you into the conference room, lock the doors, and bend you over the table.”

“I would have let you.”

“I know. And the next full moon, you’d be sprouting fur. I couldn’t do that to you without your consent.”

“I would have given it.”

“But what if you didn’t? Once you knew, you'd have to become one of us. I’d have to rape you, and I couldn’t do that.” I paused and put my other hand on her cheek, then slid it under her hair to the back of her neck. “What I’m trying to say is, if you still want me, I’m yours.”

"Oh, reeeally?" She said with a smile as she stood up. She unzipped her dress and slowly let it drop to the ground. Her bra and panties soon followed, and she stood in front of me wearing just thigh-highs and kitten-heeled boots. The scent of her nethers tickled my nose.

I dropped my jaw a little and pulled up my upper lip, so her scent could reach the special receptors in the roof of my mouth. Yes, she was damp. Wet, even. Doing it with a cougar was a turn on for her? If that was her kink, I was the luckiest cat in the world.

She cupped her pussy with one hand, then pushed two fingers inside herself. She reached out and rubbed her damp fingers on my muzzle. The smell was intoxicating. Blood rushed to my crotch and I was fully engorged almost instantly. Although I was in halfway into cat form, I kept my cock mostly human for two reasons. To be honest, we felines just aren't well hung. Even lions are lacking in the package. Second, I didn't want to hurt her. We have barbed, spiky penises. I wanted to please her, not leave her a bloody mess down there.

She turned and knelt on the mattress with her back to me, then dropped to all fours. With a come-hither look over her shoulder, she spread her knees apart, fully exposing that wonderfully-scented moistness.

My feline brain wanted to jump her, but I paused. I was genuinely fond of this woman. I didn't want to fuck her. Well, yes, I did, but I wanted to make love to her. I mean, I may be an animal, but I'm not an animal.

I moved up alongside her, licked her on the nose, and rolled her onto her back. I stepped over her and licked her nose again. I rubbed my cheeks against hers.

"Scent making me, claiming me as yours?" she asked. I nodded yes.

I slowly started working my way down her body, licking and kissing and revelling in the subtle variations in her scent in the crook of her neck, her shoulder, the valley of her cleavage. I gently licked her breast, letting the texture of my rough tongue do the work instead of pressure as I worked up to her nipple.

By the time I got to her aureole, it was hard. It had an intoxicating scent of its own. I gently sucked her nipple into my mouth, pressed my tongue against it, and purred. She yelped, so I did it again on the other side. She meeped again, not as loudly. I had lost the element of surprise, but her noises told me I was doing something right. I switched off between them until she was gasping for breath.

I work my way down her stomach, licking and purring as I went. I groomed her pussy hair, then pushed my snout between her legs. She giggled as my whiskers brushed the inside of her thighs. "Stop that! It tickles!" I didn't stop. Instead, I licked her folds softly, afraid my tongue might be too abrasive. I gently worked my tongue inside her, then upwards until I felt her button. I took a deep breath, and let it out with a loud purr. Yeah that worked. I did it again. The noises she made! It wasn't long before she was moaning and writhing. I started lapping her clit like I was drinking water, tap-tap-tapping with my tongue. I kept it up, purring, licking and sucking, careful of my sharp teeth and rough tongue, until with a loud moan, she clamped her thighs around my head. The pulse in the big arteries in her legs pounded in my ears. She grabbed me behind the ears and held me still until the tremors and her heartbeat subsided.

She let me go, and rolled back onto all fours. With a sultry look over her shoulder, she said, “Take me, turn me, I’m yours!” With a pounce I covered her. I gently nipped her neck between my fangs, and dropped my hips to enter her.

Aaaand... I missed.

Pussy pussies are farther back than a woman's, just below the bung. It was kind of embarrassing. I was glad my fur covered my red face. Before I could try again, she reached back and grasped me by the cock. After a few strokes with her hand, she said, “Where are your barbs? I want to feel your spiky cock inside me.”

“I didn't want to hurt you,” I said as I shifted the member in question. She pulled me down and forward and guided me inside her. Fuck! I thought. She actually wants this? Cock barbs and all?

I started pumping into her. I had not had sex with a human woman since I was changed, so I was a bit worried that I'd do it wrong. I wanted it to feel good for her. It must have; she was soon moaning again. Or maybe it was her hypothetical cat fetish.

She moved with me, pushing back into my thrusts to take me fully inside herself, moaning with each one. The loudness and pitch increased until she yelped and I felt her contracting around me. That took me over the edge. I gave her the fluids that would keep her safe from the wolves, and hopefully not wreck her life. She collapsed onto the mattress with me on top of her.

After a minute. I started the change back to human. She felt my body shifting against her, and rolled over. "Don't change," she said. "I like you like this."

Still inside her, I rolled us over onto our sides, with my body between her and the cold wall. I pulled her close, nuzzled her ear and purred.

"Mmm. I'm going to ask you to stop that. Sometime around three in the afternoon, I think."

"Our presentation is at two," I replied.

"Fuck the presentation!" She said.

"I'd rather fuck you again. Besides, how do you fuck a Powerpoint file?" That made her chuckle. Yeah, there was the woman I had wanted to love for two years, but couldn't.

There was a knock on the door. The bolts slid back, and as the door opened, I put my arm across Rowan's breasts and draped my tail over her privates. Emily looked in and chuckled. Surprisingly, she was fully human, and fully nude.

"You're such a gentleman. Anyway, now that that's done, you two can come upstairs and sleep in the guest room if you want. It has a real bed, pillows, blankets, and all that." She looked at me and said, "Could you stay like that, so the pack can see you and smell you and know you really are a cougar?"

We gathered our things. Ro threw her dress over her head. I hooked a thumb claw into the hole in the end of the zipper pull, and pulled it up for her.

The stairs of the old house were steep enough that Emily's butt was even with my nose. A trail of wolfy lust musk wafted behind her. Rowan probably couldn't smell it, but I could tell Em had probably wanked to the sounds of our passion.

“Like what you see, tomcat?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, puppy,” I replied, “but I like this, better.” I wrapped my arm around Rowan and pulled her close. She laid her head on my shoulder and made a happy sound.

I'd have to tell Rowan about the different meaning of privacy among shapeshifters. With our better hearing and smell, everyone knows who's doing who. We really can't hide it. Emily must have heard everything we did, and maybe even smelled it. Shifter society only works if we can put aside our jealousies and feel happy for people that share each other's bodies. Not all of us can.

The first floor was littered with puppy piles. Some were just cuddling. Others smelled of sex. Ro shuddered and buried her face in my shoulder. Golden eyes followed us, well mostly me, to the front stairs. Emily led us upstairs to a back bedroom, motioned us in, and followed us. Moonlight flooded the room through the lace curtains to show a four-poster queen bed. Our bags had been brought in from Ro's car. Emily opened the door on the left, and said "The bathroom is in here. My bedroom shares it, so just knock if you need anything. Otherwise, I'll see you two lovecats in the morning." She closed the door behind her and disappeared.

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I awoke the next morning to fingers caressing my muzzle. They smelled of pussy juice. The hand retreated back under the covers, down my front and started massaging my sheath. I lifted the blanket to see Ro smiling up at me. Her touch and the scent caused blood to rush to my groin and engorge me. As soon as my tip slipped out of its sheath, her lips surrounded it, kissing and sucking and licking me as it emerged. When I filled her mouth, she stopped and straddled me. She pressed the underside of me against her nethers and rocked her hips, rubbing her slit against me. Satisfied that I was sufficiently lubed, she lifted me up and slid me inside her silky moistness. She leaned forward and kissed my snout. “Good morning! I thought this would be a nice way to start the day.”

“Mmm. It is!”

“Besides, I figured having more cougar juice inside me wouldn’t hurt.”

“So, you’re okay with this?”

“More than okay! I have the man I’ve always wanted inside me, and … I’ve always wanted to be a cat.” She blushed and continued, “When I breed my girls, I wish I knew what it feels like. And now I do. You've fulfilled my most impossible sex fantasy, my impossible kink.”

Ah, yes. And there it was.

“You don’t, though. Not really. Not yet. You’ve been fucked by a cat. You haven’t fucked as a cat.”

“What’s different?”

"I can’t really describe it, and it may be different for girls, but it's just different. Emotionally, it’s more primal. Sensually, too. Your senses of smell and hearing will be sharper. There’s nothing like the scent of your lover’s arousal to turn you on, or hearing their pulse in their thighs when you go down on them, speeding up to tell you it’s working.”

"Thanks for giving me something to look forward to."

"Speaking of senses, you know what made that day really hard, when I asked you to stop?"

"What?"

"One of your girls was in heat. She must have sat in your lap before you came to work. I really wanted to bend you over that table. I had a friend with benefits then. She's a doctor. I had to take a long lunch with her in her exam room. I'm lucky she had a cancellation."

"Had?"

"Yeah. She has a girlfriend now that doesn't like to share."

"I'd like to meet them."

"You will. Actually, Vashni should be your doctor now. We woudn't want your current doctor to ask awkward questions."

"Like what?"

"You're probably going to lose fat and gain muscle. She may want to know how you did it. Blood chemistry changes, too."

"Okay. I'll think about it"

"Rowan? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure!" she said, as she started rocking her hips.

"I owe it to you to teach you how to be a were-cougar. In the woods, in public, and ... in bed."

"Okay. Sounds good so far."

I looked her in the eye. "After that, though, would you want to try for something long term?"

"Love to!" she said, as she started grinding into my hips. "Now stop talking and let me fuck you!"

"Mmmnhh!" was all I said.

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Rowan and I went downstairs to find Emily, and hopefully John. Following the scent of bacon, I led Ro into a dining room. There was a huge table that sat three across the short ends and six along the sides. Pack members, all in human form, filled most of the seats. John was sitting at a corner, pushing some eggs around on his plate. There was an empty seat between him and Emily. She saw us, and moved to get up. Ro said, "No, stay!" She motioned me to take the seat, and slid into my lap. She put a hand on John's shoulder and asked gently, "How are you doing with all this craziness?"

He just looked at us with haunted eyes.

Suddenly, someone placed two platters of eggs and bacon in front of us. I said thanks to the motherly woman that had put them down. She looked at John and said, "Don't worry about your friend. We'll take care of him."

"So, I hear this isn't new to you?" he said.

"Yeah. Since college, actually. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I was unconscious until too late."

"It couldn't be helped, from what I understand."

"I could't have prevented it, but maybe I could have changed how it happened."

A door opened, and Vivian's scent blew past me. She breezed in, looked at Ro and me, said, "That looks cozy!" and plopped into John's lap. He sat there, stone-faced, as she put an arm around his shoulder. "C'mon lover! Why the long face?"

I looked at her and said, "You really don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"What you did to him!"

"I followed pack law! I had to!"

"You don't understand. If John had a religion, it would be the scientific method. If there's no proof, he didn't believe in it. Suddenly, his entire worldview was ripped out from beneath him. If werefolk exist, what else is really true? Astrology? Champ?" I was referring to the Nessie-like creature puported to live in Lake Champlain. "Vampires?"

Ro cut in. "I think it's not so much what you did. It's how you did it. There's a saying: 'If you can't change something, change how you think about it.' That's the biggest thing Jake did for me. He gave me time to understand what was happining and come to terms with it."

"You didn't do that. You have a law degree, passed the bar, apparently you're fairly high up in pack leadership. You should have realized this. Instead, you thought with your crotch." I paused to hammer my point home.

"You raped him."