by Ami Snow
“I have heard your submissions and I will consider them in chambers. Court adjourned for one hour.” Rising we all bowed to the Judge and after he left the legal team and my managing editor and I went to a small coffee shop opposite the Central Law Courts. While we reviewed our case and Sam, my editor, said that the pictures I had taken, and the fact that the dates on them all coincided and had been proved original and not photo-shopped by the government expert, were the clincher. They had proved, without any shadow of doubt that Morse Fields had blatantly lied on their lease application. That one fact alone should be enough to overturn the decision to grant the survey application. My editorial listed some two dozen endangered species and gave logical facts why strip mining would not only endanger these creatures further, but also make the entire area unstable and possibly life threatening to people living in the valley below the trail. I had backed these statements with investigative facts from similar actions on terrain in these mountains, and how strip mining had caused landslides, which in turn destroyed habitat and blocked creeks and rivers causing widespread flooding. It was certainly one of the best pieces of investigative journalism I had ever written. But I had had excellent motivation. My destroyed home and Allstairs dismissive and sneering threats on the morning we had met at the trail featured largely among them. “All Stand for the Honorable Judge Mathews,” Intoned the Clerk of Courts. Without any preamble Judge Mathews looked at the Morse legal team and began. “I am not disposed to grant this injunction.” In shock our entire team exchanged disbelieving looks. The judge continued, “It is not necessary because I am overturning the decision to grant the survey application in the first place. The documentary evidence supplied by Miss Stewart is incontrovertible and proves the existence of a wide variety of wildlife, many of which are already endangered. The likelihood of landslides and flooding causing danger to dwellings and lives in the lower valley should any mining take place leaves me in no doubt that had the same evidence been placed before the Department of Mines, and not been obscured by rhetoric and blatant untruths, the application would never have been granted. Morse Fields will cease all operations on the land adjacent to, and including, the George Trail immediately, and I am serving notice that I intend to bring criminal charges against all of its directors personally. Furthermore, I am suggesting to the local authorities they apply to have the entire park listed with World Heritage, I am of the opinion this land should remain in the possession of the crown and be protected for all eternity.”
In euphoria of bliss and astonishment at how successful our petition to the courts had been, I drove back up to the trail. As I pulled up in the gravel parking area I noticed Allstairs Toyota was there again. But even that could not dilute the incredible achievements of this day. I climbed the difficult trail at a fast pace, bypassing the ranger’s office at a distance. I did not want to share this feeling with anyone yet. I came up here to be by myself and enjoy the fact that my second home would never be under threat again. Surging up the steep and rugged valley I paused after two hours of concerted effort to rest on a rock by the first set of rapids that began at the opening of the gorge. Just as my breathing was recovering, and my heart rate returning to normal, a shattering roar echoed off the ravine walls and with a deluge of small rocks and shingle the massive bear slid down to confront me. Towering over me it was even larger than the ranger and I had supposed. Something supernatural must have occurred to create this monster. Its eyes were blood red and intelligent; it made no aggressive move toward me. I had nowhere to escape too, it was between me and my back trail, and going forward I would need to scale the high bank of the ravine, one step in that direction and the creature would be upon me before I could even reach the steep wall. I made no move, just quietly observed the massive creature as it observed me. We remained still for many minutes like this, I did not feel threatened or that I was in any danger, and I had no idea why this was. One swipe of a huge paw could decapitate me; one chomp of that huge mouth full of four inch canines could chew me in two. I am not even confused, the presence of such a mighty predator should have every molecule of my very being in abject terror, but those penetrating and intelligent eyes conveyed no sense of danger. Taking a step towards me the creature extended a paw and caressed my cheek with the back of it. The touch was tender, the claws on the other side looked to be at least seven inches long and razor edged. The paw moved up my cheek and through my hair. It slid over the back of my head to my shoulder and began to pull me slowly toward the towering beast. Not breaking eye contact, and still completely without fear, I allowed it to draw me closer. I needed to tilt my head further back with every step to maintain eye contact with those glowing red coals. His paw slid down to my buttocks and then lifted me bodily off the ground until we were eye to eye with each other. There was something enquiring in its intense gaze, something it wanted to know. Bringing up the other paw it hooked a claw inside the top of my denim work shirt and slowly sliced it open, the continued down inside my jeans until I was naked from neck to crutch. My skin tingled, my nipples hardened as the creatures eyes traversed my naked body. Slowly he lowered me back onto my feet. I knew what was required now; I removed the torn clothing until I stood before it totally naked and fully aroused. Sniffing the air and undoubtedly smelling my full feminine arousal the red orbs changed and a look I knew well appeared. The slight glaze of a fully aroused male. This time it was I who stepped forward. As my naked body came in contact with the soft body hair the Bears gigantic cock swelled and rose between my legs. Somehow I knew what to do, I needed no guidance or encouraging direction from those deadly paws. I turned around and bent over, bracing my palms on the ground in front of me easily. I felt the weight of the huge front legs rest on my back and the gigantic cock nuzzle my swollen and inflamed pussy. Expecting a moment of hideous pain as the mammoth organ tore me apart inside I was amazed at the gentle probing and retreating of the four inch thick dick as it teased me open more and more. Soaking wet and aching with suppressed desire, the next time the creature probed I drove my body hard back and his mighty cock slid inside. With a scream to rival the creature’s roars I withdrew, and drove myself onto him again. It felt like someone was trying to park a semi-trailer inside my body. The intensity of the pain was echoing off the gorge walls as my screams became intensified sheiks of abject pain. As I slid further and further onto the massive cock the creature never moved a muscle, almost understanding that this was something I must achieve myself or serious damage could result. The white hot shards of pain seared my brain as I drove back again and again. But inside the pain was the passion, the desire, the dynamic need. I was filling myself with cock. As I slid further and further onto the creature’s enormous dick its girth increased. Not only was each thrust of my hips and arms driving him deeper, but it was stretching my pussy to epic width. Just as I knew that I could handle no more of this telephone pole of a cock I felt the soft hair brush my buttocks and with one more heave from my straining muscles I completely engulfed him in my bruised and battered sheath. His paws held my shoulders as we each gaged the sexual arousal of the other. I could feel the creature’s cock pulsating inside me with a barely controlled urgency. I also felt that it knew our needs were mutual and equally matched. It withdrew part way and slid back inside me. The intensity of the brief motion caused me to orgasm instantly. My entire body was full of male cock; it was a part of me. A living and integral piece of me very being. Withdrawing half way he re-entered me more swiftly. Another lightning bolt of pain penetrated my tortured brain, only to be replaced a Nano-second later by insane pleasure and another momentous deluge as orgasm after orgasm wracked my body. The creature felt the fountaining eruption soak its mammoth shaft and it drew back to allow it to escape and hose the ground, before it gripped me tightly and drove itself into me with gut tearing speed. Suddenly we were rocking together and apart, matching rhythm and passion. As the gigantic organ left my body it was almost a palpable sorrow for a brief moment before it rammed full length back into my welcom
ing pussy. I was screaming and laughing and crying, the gambit of intense emotions raced through my brain. Nothing had ever touched me so emotionally. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of continued escalation of intense orgasms and climaxes the creature roared with such a primeval and guttural sound the very gorge walls trembled. His last great thrust felt as if it reached my heart and as the giant load of white thick cum washed my internal walls I exploded again, and the mixture of fluids slid down the awesome shaft and onto the ground between our feet. My vagina clamped involuntarily around the solid tree-like organ deep inside my body and again I felt him pump more of his animal semen deep into my pussy. We just stood there, each desperately trying to regain control of our minds and bodies. Him, I just called this creature a ‘him’. Slowly, as the terrifying organ slid out of my body I spun around and stared deep into its eyes. Yes! Him! This was no wild animal. This was a thinking, feeling intelligent being. Tremulously I crawled up the mammoth legs and wrapping my arms around the thick neck lay my cheek against his jaw. His paws came up and held me there effortlessly; I pulled my head away and once again looked deep into the now black eyes. The raw emotion and pain of his return glance tore at my heart strings. Suddenly, he placed me back on the ground and with one leap, vaulted on to the top of the ravine and was gone. It took the remainder of the afternoon to patch my shredded clothes into some sense of decency after which I tenderly retraced my steps down the torturous trail to my Jeep. I opened the door and heard, “Miss Stewart, a moment please.” I knew that voice, with a seething and intense hatred I turned around to look the beaten head of the Morse conglomerate directly in the eyes and vent my feelings. Our eyes met and locked. Spinning around I jumped into the Jeep and with four wheels spinning flew at the narrow mountain pass with the fervor of a Nazca driver. It is impossible! It couldn’t be! It was all in my mind! I was overwrought! But I knew it, the same exact torturous look I had seen moments before the creature left, was also inside Allstair’s eyes. They were one and the same. My brain threatened to malfunction; totally overloaded I pulled over and tried to digest the earth shattering information. Loathing versus desire. Hate versus passion. Exhausted, I leaned back against the headrest and sank into unconsciousness.
THE END
The Glamorous Howl
