Governor Sara Polan is Mated by the Moose Monster (Monster Sex and Bred by a Shifter) (4 page)

             
The yearning was worse in the morning. She tried to coax Rodd awake to have sex with her, but her stroking hand and sucking mouth were not up to the task. “Need sleep,” he said, and rolled away from her. Sara pouted her lower lip and blew a lock of hair from her face in frustration. Every minute the ache of need was growing.

             
“Fine, ya stupid moose,” she said. “You probably won’t even show up.”

             
She stripped out of her pajamas and put on a fresh jacket over her bare breasts. She zipped up the jacket and slid on a pair of snow pants over her bare ass. Rodd was still snoring in the next room, so she decided to take one of his four-wheelers. The little vehicle rumbled loudly in the early morning mist. Sara took off through the mud. Sara remembered the way to where the moose had taken her the day before. Her heart beat eagerly as she drove closer and closer.

             
She found the very stump on which she had lost her moose virginity. There were still traces of torn clothing and dried smears of moose spunk around the stump. She walked in a circle around the stump and unzipped her jacket to expose her breasts. Sara’s thick nipples strained against the cold. She untied the drawstring of the snow pants and slid them down her thighs. The chilly air put gooseflesh on her thighs and ass.

             
“Hello?” shouted Sara. “Moosedigo? I am here, you huge-cocked terrorist.”

             
Sara scanned the woods around her for any sign of the beast. Her boots crunched in the pine needles blanketing the ground. She walked in a widening circle around the stump. It was so cold she had to keep moving just to keep from shivering.

             
“Gosh darn it,” she cursed. “Where the heck are ya?”

             
A hand tapped her on the shoulder. Sara whirled in surprise and was face-to-face with a handsome native man. His skin was almost the same brown as the trees. His jaw was prominent and square and his smiling teeth were perfectly even. He squinted at her with dark and mirthful eyes. A lustrous mane of black hair spilled down to his shoulders. His naked body was exquisitely muscular, from the chiseled blocks of his pectoral, down his washboard abs to the hard length of cock hanging between his toned thighs.

             
“Welcome, Sara Polan,” said the native man. “It is good to see you back so soon.”

             
"Wow, you turned into a real hunk," said Sara. She ran her fingers over his powerful chest. He smiled evenly at her and did not react to her caress. She realized that his appearance did nothing for her. She looked down at the fat hose of his dangling cock and not even the thickness of it stirred her lust.

             
"You understand now," said the native man. "Who you were might have desired me in this form, but now you are cursed for what you have done. Only spirits, or monsters as you would call us, can satisfy your lust."

             
"Monsters, like plural?"

             
"That's right," he said. "There are many in the wild and in your world. Wolves and boars and stranger, darker things. You may someday seek them out, but for now, you have only me to satisfy your lust. Tell me you desire the moose."

             
She was annoyed by his domineering manner, but Sara could not deny the ache between her thighs throbbed at the thought of being taken by the moose again. She blurted it out, before she could think better, "Yes. I need the moose. Fuck me, moose monster."

             
"So be it," said the native man. He spread his arms wide and in a shifting, twisting few seconds, he transformed from a muscular man into the giant moose. Sara was enraptured by the moose monster transformation in the way a normal woman might enjoy a male stripper.

             
As the native's muscles swelled and his head transformed into that of a moose, her lust stirred. She ran her hand down her tummy and between her thighs and she stroked the warm folds of her cunt. Her attention became focused on the fat hose that dangled beneath the furry barrel of the Moosedigo's body. It was flaccid and at least as thick as her wrist.

             
Sara could not resist it. The Moosedigo snorted and looked at her expectantly. She fell to her knees in the cold pine needles and crawled beneath the dangling dewlap. The soft fur caressed her back and she was warmed by the heat of its body above her. She inhaled the musky aroma of its fur and the smell of its hanging cock.

             
She was wild with need and did not hesitate to touch it. The warm flesh stirred in her grasp and she stroked it, revealing more and more of it from the moose's sheath until the hard, pink length bobbed beneath its barrel chest. The dark, flattened head drizzled precum onto her arm with each stroke. She scooted closer to feel the warm liquid splattering on her breasts. She continued to touch herself as she stroked the moose. She knew she needed more.

             
It felt so wrong, but her body compelled her to lean forward and drag her tongue across the warm, meaty head of the moose cock. She tasted the thick discharge of its precum and licked it from her lips. It was oily and salty and she craved more. She pressed her full lips to the moose cock and opened wide, sinking her mouth down around the fat bulge of its cockhead.

             
"Ohhhhh," groaned the moose. "You learn quickly."

             
The thickness of the moose cock stretched her lips and the size of it pressed her tongue flat beneath it. She gagged slightly as she took it to the back of her throat and swallowed the oozing precum. She did what came naturally and began to pair her stroking hand with her slowly bobbing mouth. She sucked heavily and moaned around the hot cockmeat invading her mouth.

             
She briefly wondered what the world would think if they knew what was happening. She imagined the lamestream media taking pictures of her naked and on her knees in the woods and sucking on a moose cock. Would the NRA revoke its endorsement if they knew she ran into a moose in the woods and the only thing being shot was moose cum in her mouth?

             
"You enjoy this," said the Moosedigo. "Suck it, white wench. My balls are heavy with cum for your belly."

             
Sara moaned at the nasty way the moose commanded her. She sucked harder and fucked three fingers into her dripping slit. Her hips worked to drive her to greater heights of pleasure. Her growing orgasm was secondary. She craved moose cum. The more she thought about it the more she wanted to drink the thick spunk hot from the moose's root. She remembered the feel of it filling her clutching cunt with seed and wondered if she might drown on its massive moose milk eruption. She beat her tongue beneath its swollen cock and bobbed her lips to meet her shuttling fist on the moose's spit-soaked shaft.

             
"Faaaaaa! Drink my seed, white devil!"

             
Sara's muffled cries of pleasure were abruptly silenced by the forceful gush of moose cum into her throat. It was an impossible geyser of hot, thick seed stuffing her esophagus and pouring out of her mouth and down her chin. She swallowed as fast as she could and stroked the moose's pumping beast cock between her lips.

             
Each hot gulp of salty stew drove her more and more wild and she came against her fingers, thrusting as she sucked and swallowed the moose's tide of jizz. Hot cum splashed down over her heaving breasts and dripped from her nipples onto her legs.

             
Sara's body curved with orgasm and her bouncing breasts flung moose spunk in every direction. She rode her jabbing digits and let the Moosedigo's fat cock, now spent, fall from her lips and slap against her tits. More cum drizzled against her body and the gooey load frothed against her fucking fingers, further lubing her creamy cunt.

             
"So good," she gasped, easing down from her orgasm. "I need...I need to be fucked."

             
"Yes," agreed the Moosedigo. "Assume the position and I will mount you now."

             
She scrambled from beneath it, sticky with the same cum that sloshed in her swollen tummy. The Moosedigo's huge cock was impossibly hard again and Sara, fresh from one orgasm, knew the hard cockmeat could give her another. She stood against the fat trunk of a dead tree, her hands against the rough bark as she leaned forward and thrust her firm ass out behind her.

             
"Now I will mate you for life," snorted the moose as it approached her. "My curse will be with you forever and you will crave nothing but monsters."

             
"What about lesbians? I sure do enjoy a good woman." She looked back at the moose and winked.  The moose cocked its head as if considering.

             
"Well, alright, I suppose that can be an exception, but it won't be as good as a monster." It walked closer.

             
She wiggled her shapely ass and reached back to give it a smack. Her fingers trailed down to her swollen mound and she pulled the puffy lips to one side, exposing her pink tenderness.

             
"You are far kinkier than I expected," said the moose.

             
"You betcha! Now get over here and lay some pipeline through this refuge."

             
The moose snorted steam from its flared nostrils and approached the lusty governor. She seemed pale compared to the darkness of its fur. It reached up with its strangely human hands and gripped the trunk of the tree high above Sara's head. It mounted her so that its weight only partially rested atop her back and she was not crushed. For a moment Sara was afraid the tree might snap beneath the moose's weight, but it held and the warm fur rested on her back.

             
"Yesss," Sara hissed as she felt the hard cock meat press against her eager folds. "Mister Moose Man, do you know what the difference is between a pit bull and a hockey mom?"

             
"Is it lipstick?" grunted the moose, teasing its cock back and forth against Sara's cunt lips.

             
"No," said Sara. "Hockey moms are always in heat."

             
She thrust back as hard as she could and impaled her twitching twat on twelve rigid inches of stiff moose meat. Her loud moan of pleasure was matched with a surprised grunt from the moose as her pussy gripped him tightly. She almost came from being filled by his hardness. She clutched and squeezed him without moving and then, when her stretched slit had acclimated to his size again, she began to push her ass against his furry belly.

             
Each time she pushed back she impaled herself on his cock as deep as her body would allow. The moose thrust into her, meeting her and forced her forward. Her breasts swayed and her nipples dragged against the rough bark of the tree. The quiet forest was filled with the smacking, slurping and moaning of their bestial rutting. Steam poured from the moose's snout into the cold air and Sara's nasal cries sent startled birds into the air.

             
"Oh my fucking baby Jesus!" she wailed. "That tool of yours feels like a harpoon up my cooch, and it's gonna make me cum!"

             
She came so hard her legs nearly gave out. She hung onto the tree as spasms rocked through her body and gripped the Moosedigo's thrusting cock. The massive moose member twitched inside her and a powerful spray of moose milk burst against her inner walls. She squeezed his spurting spear and fucked back against him, her spunk-stuffed snatch gushing goo down her thighs. It was a hot, sticky, intense mutual orgasm that left governor and moose monster exhausted.

             
Sara slid forward onto her knees, the huge moose cock slipping from her cunt and moose cum pouring from her gaped gash. The moose shifted quickly back into a man shape and rolled onto the pine needles beside her. They sucked in ragged breaths that steamed from their mouths and stretched naked together on the floor of the forest. Sara reached out and took the Moosedigo's hand.

             
"I could do this every day," she said.

             
"I will always be here," replied the Moosedigo. "But now you must ensure the forest is always here for me."

             
"I'll do it," said Sara.

             
Two weeks later, Sara Polan and her husband Rodd appeared before the cameras at a Foxxx News studio. Hammity was conducting the exclusive interview.

             
"Governor, a lot of people are wondering why you would agree to let Global Oil create all those jobs drilling for oil in the wildlife refuge and then, right as they struck oil, revoke their lease on the land. What happened?"

             
Hammity tapped his pen against his lip as if he was thinking about something.

             
"I just felt the natures and the children and such were more important than a little bit of oil money. You know the great Republican conservationist Teddy Roosevelt was a great conservationist. He formed his very own political party called the Bull Moose and that's why, I mean, we need to protecting the mooses living in the wildlife. Is what I mean."