Back to the Sasquatch

When Kate's plane landed in Vancouver, she knew her whole life was still up in the air.

She had indisputable proof of the existence of the Sasquatch, but had no idea what the next step would be. Whatever it was, she wanted to be part of it, though. Conservation, research, whatever the steps were. This was going to be her life's work from this moment onward.

The other thing was that she had spent the past week getting fucked almost non-stop by a Sasquatch. Her hips were still sore and even her jaw felt a little strained from the blowjobs she'd given him when her cunt was too sore to accommodate his massive member.

She didn't regret a moment of it. It had been the best week of her life, but now she had a serious issue weighing on her mind.

Could she be pregnant?

She wasn't due back at the University, to present her findings, until the next morning, giving her the evening to unpack and unwind in her apartment. She drew herself a nice hot bath, first of all, feeling the tension and the soreness soak out of her, absorbed by the warm water. Lying there, she couldn't help but think back to her activities over the past week. Her right hand fell down to the brunette curls around her pussy, idly caressing her clitoris as her left hand squeezed and molded her immaculate breasts.

Images flashed through her mind of his fingers, his cock, his tongue, all caressing her body, how good it had felt to be so utterly and so primally taken by him. Almost without knowing it, her left hand slid down her side, around her luscious hip to her plump ass.

"Mmmm," she purred to herself, "I liked it when he put his thumb up my butt."

And she gently slid a finger up there, imagining it was her monstrous lover.

It wasn't long before she came, a body-shaking orgasm splashing around in the bathwater. She got out, toweled off, but felt oddly unfinished, the buzz of it still humming through her body.

She knew he had to run out to the pharmacy, but what if she...

Her mind was lingering on the sensation of him fingering her butthole. Her own dainty little finger, nice though it had been, wasn't in the same ballpark, but there were other ways to provide the necessary stimulation.

In her bedside drawer, Kate had a tube of lubricant. She squeezed a generous amount of it onto her finger, and then slowly applied it to herself, creating a thick, slippery layer of the stuff along her asshole. Then, when she was sure she was ready, she got her butt plug and slid that up into her, her breath catching with pleasure at the soft, familiar pressure of it inside her.

She pulled on a fresh pair of white cotton underpants and her favourite blue jeans, and examined herself over her shoulder in the mirror. Someone who looked really, really closely might be able to discern the vague shape of the plug through the denim, but she doubted it. She got dressed and went out.

She'd never gone out before with the butt plug in, but it was a thrillingly naughty sensation. She felt unusually confident in herself, brazen in her sexuality. An appreciative glance from a stranger made her wonder if this energy was perceptible, even subconsciously, to the people around her; an almost literal animal magnetism.

But as she arrived at the pharmacy, her confidence turned to nerves. She didn't know what outcome she was hoping for, but whatever it was, this was a serious moment. Not just for her, but for the entire field of study she was hoping to establish. Nervously, she slid her money over the counter and crept out with the pregnancy test tucked into a plastic bag. She would have run home, if the butt plug hadn't made running uncomfortable.

Back in her apartment, she pulled down her pants and sat down on the toilet, carefully removing the plug. She slid the test underneath her and started to pee, gently. Then, when she was done, she wiped, pulled up her pants, and stood up.

She watched the result fade onto the tab.

Negative.

Her first thought was relief. No need to discuss this side of her "research" with the university. No need to debate getting an abortion, or worry about raising a child as a lab experiment. No complications there. This was by far the simplest possible result.

And yet...

There was something shocking about it. She had absorbed what felt like gallons of his sperm, so if it were even remotely possible, genetically, for his sperm to fertilize her eggs, she would be pregnant right now. And she wasn't.

Because he wasn't human.

He wasn't that far off, but he wasn't human.

She'd spent the past week in the woods having sex with a wild animal. And now that the unavoidable truth of her depravity hit her, Kate wasn't sure how she felt about that.

She was still turning it over in her head when she went to campus the next day to make her report. She did her best to keep her mind on the science. Maybe this whole experience was something she would bury deep in her memory, a shameful secret. People kept those, right?

But when she showed her photo reel to her supervisor, Prof. Kingman, she couldn't help but get lost once again the Sasquatch's big hazel eyes. Even in jpeg form, his gaze was hypnotic, intoxicating.

"This is real," said the professor, astonished. "Damn. I'll be honest, Kate. I was not expecting you to come back with anything. Much less something this conclusive."

"It's real," she confirmed. "I've got a footprint casting, hair samples. I even managed to get a sperm sample." The professor's eyes widened at that, but he didn't pry. "I only encountered one of them, but where there's one, there must be others. So what's the next step?"

Prof. Kingman sighed. "I don't know. There's not much precedent for this. I guess we apply for a grant to begin conservation and research efforts."

Kate nodded. "Great. I want to be part of this. Every step of the way."

"Of course, Kate. I'll make sure you are. I don't think we should go to the press quite yet, but when we do, I'll make sure the world knows it was you who found proof. I wouldn't be surprised if you won a Nobel for this, you know."

But Kate didn't care about prizes. At least, not right now.

She knew that, if she was going to be part of this, she'd be spending most of her life around the Sasquatch, or around Sasquatches.

And looking at these photos again, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist feeling his touch again.

Immediately after the meeting, she went to the nearest sex shop. The horror of realizing her genetic incompatibility with her lover had given way to a revolting little thrill. It was the same forbidden excitement over non-procreative sex she'd felt when she'd first gotten into anal, back in undergrad, only magnified, and she wanted to give herself over to it as much as possible. She wasn't ashamed; quite the contrary, she was ready to fully embrace it.

She was looking at the dildos hanging on the wall. The biggest one they had was, she estimated, about the size of her lover's rod. Maybe even a little bigger. It would do. She picked two of them off the wall, plus one a few sizes smaller, and a lot of lube. This was something she'd have to build up to.

When she got back to her apartment, there was an email from Prof. Kingman waiting for her, which she promised herself she would read soon, and even though the subject line read "Exciting update!", she knew it could wait. She immediately collapsed onto the bed, wriggling out of her jeans and panties and hurriedly unwrapping the three dildos she'd bought. She took the smallest of the three into her mouth, licking it, sucking it, caressing it with her tongue and lips as though it were a real dick, imagining it was his. As she did this, she poured a blob of the lubricant onto her index finger and slid it up her ass, smearing the cold, smooth substance all around her rim and inside.

Once both the prosthetic cock and her butthole were good and slippery, she brought the object down between her legs, past her dripping wet pussy, and slid it right into her ass. She gasped at the width of the thing; it was easily the largest object, attached to a guy or otherwise, she'd ever had up there. It hurt a little at first, but she was determined to master this, and she poured a bit more lube onto it, slowly working it deeper and deeper into her.

Prof. Kingman's email was a confirmation of her hopes; he wanted her to go back up into the mountains in two months' time. She would have better equipment and supplies, this time, but she'd still be alone.

Perfect.

And two months gave her just enough time to prepare herself.

Over that time, she trained herself relentlessly with the three dildos. Once she was comfortable taking the smallest one up her ass, she started putting one of the two really big ones up her pussy at the same time, DPing herself and imagining she was caught between two sasquatch cocks. Her fantasies grew wilder, more uninhibited, and fully dominated by monsters - before she had diddled herself to daydreams about handsome strangers or celebrities, but right now, it was monsters and monsters alone.

Sometimes she wouldn't even bring herself to orgasm. She'd just lie in bed, reading, her holes full of silicone, feeling them stretching her out. Sometimes she'd leave the butt plug in all day if she had to go out, keeping herself flexible and taut, before slamming herself in both holes when she got home. She was careful to avoid tearing or leakage, but the human body is a resilient and elastic thing, and she was confident that if she took care of herself, she'd be fine.

And before long, she felt confident to try one of the really big toys up her butt. She was generous with the lube, very careful, and very methodical the first time she tried it. And not long after that, she was using both of the big toys at once. It was a daunting prospect at first, but she knew that once she could bring herself to orgasm that way, she could do anything.

And Kate Garland wanted to do everything.

She could hardly contain herself when the plane landed at the remote mountainside airstrip. This time they'd provided her with a little four-wheeler and trailer, so she could haul all the equipment to the cabin, and it wasn't long before she was back there.

She was a little disappointed that he wasn't waiting for her outside, but why would he be? It wasn't like he had access to her calendar, after all. But she was hopeful he'd be here before long.

The cabin was just like she had left it. It was as if no time had gone by. But Kate herself felt different. She got undressed at an almost frenzied speed, her jean shorts, t-shirt, and bra falling onto the floor. Her panties, she noticed, were soaked through with anticipation.

Good, she though. I want him to smell me.

Carefully, she removed the butt plug from her asshole; she had had it in the entire flight over and was ready to pop. She was wearing nothing but her gym shorts and running shoes now. She unzipped her suitcase, found her bottle of lube, and re-applied a generous dose to her asshole. Drenched panties in hand, she stepped outside into the afternoon sun.

"Mr. Sasquatch!" she called, waving her panties like a flag. "It's me!"

There was no reply except her own words, echoing back to her. "Mr. Sasquatch!" she called again, cupping her hands around her mouth this time.

She felt a sudden weight in her stomach. What if he wasn't here? What if he had moved away from here in his migrations, or lost interest in her, or - worst of all - what if something had happened to him?

A familiar hoot emerged from the trees, and the weight was lifted. He came bounding out of the woods toward her, clearly as excited as she was. He lifted her up in his strong, hairy arms, pulling her up to him. Delighted, she threw her own arms around his neck, raining kisses all over his face.

"I've missed that big dumb smile so fucking much!" she cried.

And then she felt something long and hard brush up against her thigh, and she grinned mischievously.

"I've missed that too," she whispered.

He put her down and, missing no time, she dropped to her knees and started furiously sucking his hardening shaft. She felt his fond fingers brush her cheek, caressing her face and hair, but she was not in the mood for tenderness. She wanted dirty and gross right now.

Before long, there was enough of her saliva on his cock that she felt she could accommodate him in her lubed-up butthole, and she turned around, pulling her wide, smooth cheeks apart for him.

"Stick it in my back door, Mr. Sasquatch," she whispered, excitedly. "I can take it."

Hesitantly, he knelt behind her, not seeming to fully understand what she was proposing. Kate took hold of his cock and, almost frantically, guided him to the target. He seemed to get the idea, and thrust into her with a force she hadn't been ready for.

"Whoah!" Kate cried, and he stopped. He seemed to be about to pull out, but she held him still in, clenching on him. "It's okay, Mr. Sasquatch," she said, soothingly. "I think we just need to... take this slower than I thought. Okay?"

The sasquatch seemed to grasp the gist of what she was saying, and held his cock inside her, as Kate took a moment to get used to the feel of him. He probably wasn't quite as big as the dildo, but the force with which he had stuck himself into her had caught her off guard. Kate reminded herself that, while size wasn't nothing, it wasn't everything, either. Maybe tenderness was, after all, what she needed. To start with, at least.

And just like last time, her monstrous lover knew when to be gentle, when to go slow. His enormous, catcher's mitt-sized hands steadied her waist, his touch warm and comforting, as she slowly, slowly leaned back onto him, pushing herself onto his penis, feeling herself open up around him.

Even at this slower pace, her breath caught in her throat. In terms of dimensions, the dildo was probably a little bigger, but it was also a lump of inert matter. An actual cock was completely different. She could feel the blood moving through it, keeping it hard, feel his breath, his excitement, as he filled her butt with hard, hot meat until his low-hanging balls brushed against her dripping wet pussy lips.

Her first orgasm hit before he was even pumping. She had built up so much anticipation for this moment that, now that it was happening, she couldn't hold out very long. Her knees shook as the orgasmic energy melted through her, and she gave a loud squeal of pleasure.

Just as her orgasm started to subside, she felt him starting, slowly, to withdraw from her, but just when she felt his head against her rim, he pushed back in. Slowly, gently, but in such a way as to make it clear that he was taking over now. She was at his mercy.

"You've wanted to do this for a while, haven't you, big guy?" she murmured to him as she caught her breath. "Ever since you stuck your thumb up my pooper that fist time we had sex, you've wanted to do anal with me. Haven't you?"

The sasquatch hooted in response. Kate giggled, and then gasped as he increased the tempo. Now that she had caught her breath, he was abandoning tenderness, gentleness. His motions became rougher, more brutal, and she was grateful she had spent so much time practicing with the dildos. And as she began to find the rhythm, she became more and more comfortable. This was exactly what she had practiced for.

His hands traveled down her body, squeezing her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and eliciting another squeal of pleasure from her. He started pulling her back up towards him with his long arms, onto her knees as he fucked her from behind. Kate was blinded by pleasure, feeling herself being taken, savagely and utterly, twisting and turning, the plaything of this mighty beast-man. One of her hands dropped down between her legs, frantically rubbing at her clit, her fingers brushing against his rod as it mercilessly pumped in and out of her back door. Her other hand reached up over her head, and she entwined her languid fingers in his chest hair.

"If you weren't so damn tall," she cried, "I'd kiss you, Mr. Sasquatch."

He hooted happily, and then did something she had been hoping he would: he slid a finger up her dripping pussy, then withdrew, creating a see-sawing rhythm as he fucked her in the ass.

Kate was in heaven, crying out in grunts of pleasure with his every motion as she rode to a second orgasm, feeling the warmth radiate from her asshole to the tips of her curled toes and her fingers.

It felt like hours before he finally came, pumping her well-fucked asshole with buckets of cum. "Ooh, I'm going to be sore tomorrow," Kate groaned, as he helped her up. It felt comfortable once again, like they were picking up where they left off. The routine of him helping her up and make her wobbly way back to the cabin.

"See you tomorrow, sweetie," she whispered to him, as she shut the door. "And the day after that, and the day after that. And for a long, long time."