Difference between revisions of "Cougar Country"

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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

"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."

Ro, John and I were in her Accord, driving from Syracuse, NY to Rochester for an engineering convention. John, a tall, dark haired fellow, was in the passenger seat. I was in the back, behind Rowan.

We were going to represent our employer, Leightner and Moody Engineering, at the convention. Rowan and I were going to give a presentation 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 she has a serious case of the hots for him. I can smell it.

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

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. 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 in 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's one of the few sedans still available with a manual.

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.

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 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. A female with reddish fur had John pinned him 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 wplf 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. I resolved to do what I could for 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.

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 shreaks as she came. John, against his will, came too.

She sighed, then turned to the other female. "Emily, the other male is yours. Then we'll take care of the female. Just then, the airflow pattern in the basement changed and carried the female's scent to my nose. I recognized it. Ishould have known.

Emily came into the cage to get me. I gently set Bran 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 eyed bulged. "Shh." I said. "I don't want to hurt you." Then, more louldy, "Vivian!"

Vivian was walking towards the stairs with John over her shoulder. She handed John off to one of the males, and told him to take John up to her room and keep him there. 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." That just confused her more.

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

"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. She's phobic. Can't you smell it? Can't you hear her? Do you really want a pack member that goes batshit crazy every full moon? Let me change her. She'll be better off as a cougar. Heck, she loves cats. She breeds them. You'll be better off with her as a sane cougar than a crazy wolf"

The remaining male 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, neither of you are leaving this cage."

I let Emily go with an apology, and said to Vivian, "Do you have any place with 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 she's changed."

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.

The thick, iron-bound oaken door slammed shut behind us, and several heavy steel bolts slide 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 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 it was better than 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 will kill me!" 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 a wolf rape her? Would raping her myself be the lesser evil? I hoped I wouldn't have to make that choice. I had to get her calmed down.

I realized what to do. Her cats were her babies. What's more calming than a purring kitty? I held her close and purred softly. It seemed to help, so I increased the volume.

It took a while, but it worked. The patch of moonlight from the window had moved down the door to the floor before she finally calmed. She sat up, looked around, and said in a panicky voice, "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 skeptical 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 don't have to become a wolf. You have a choice. Let me change you, or they will, probably by force like they did to John"

"Change 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'll get to that in a minute. I'd rather not bite you. That's uncivilized. Other bodily fluids work just as well. And as for proof..."

I took her hand and pulled it, palm up, into the moonlight. I let go, and placed my hand in hers, palm up. 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 kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks and stood in the moonlight from the window. I faced her and 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 effin' real! She started scratching behind my ears with both hands. I couldn't help myself. I started purring. It's is 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 I heard!" 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.

"Tell me, Jake, what kind of bodily fluids were you talking about? Blood? Earwax?" I looked pointedly at her crotch.

"Oh, reeeally?" She said as she stood. "It's my turn." She pulled the barrettes from her dark hair, letting it spill down her back. She unzipped her dress and slowly let it drop to the ground. Her bra soon followed, and she stood in front of me wearing just panties, thigh-highs, and kitten-heeled boots.

Had I been in human form, my cock would be standing at attention at that. Sadly, the sight of a naked human, however attractive just didn't do it for my cat brain. She started caressing me, starting at my head, and working her way back to my tail. It felt good, but wasn't arousing. She reached around my rump and caressed my sheath. "No? Huh. Oh, I think I know how to get him to come out and play." She pulled her panties down and kicked them off. 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 scent 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 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, 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, then shoved my shoulder into hers. She yelped and rolled 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 took a few steps back and gently licked her breast, starting on the outside and working to her nipple. By the time I got to he aureole, she was hard. I gently closed my mouth around it, pressed my tongue against it, and purred. She yelped, so I did it again on the other side. I had lost the element of surprise, but he noises told me it was working.

Next, I started licking down her stomach. I 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 rough 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 purr. Yeah that worked. I did it again. That worked really well! It wasn't long before she was moaning and writhing. I started licking her clit like I was drinking water, tap-tap-tapping with my tongue. I kept it up, purring, licking and sucking, careful of my teeth, until moaning, she clamped her thighs around my head. She grabbed me behind the ears and held me still until the tremors subsided.

She let me go, and rolled back onto all fours. With a pounce I covered her. I gently nipped her neck between my fangs, and dropped my hips to take 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 embarrassment. Before I could try again, she reached back and grasped me by the cock. After a few strokes with her hand, she pulled me down and forward and guided me inside her. Fuck! I thought. She actually wants this?

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. I must have been doing something right, 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."

I half-changed. I was still furred and clawed and snouted, but I could speak and wrap my arms around her. I rolled us over onto our sides, with my body between her and the cold wall. "Will this do? This way we can talk and cuddle." I pulled her close, nuzzled her ear and purred.

"Mmm. I'm going to have 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?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door. The bolts slid back, and as the door opened, I put an 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 probably wanked to the sounds of our passion.

I'd have to tell To 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. Gold eyes followed us, well mostly me, to the front stairs. Emily lead us up the stairs to a back bedroom, motioned us in, and said good night. 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.