In this scene, the hucow heroine Tess has just woken up after her first night in the wilderness with her new companion, a handsome and protective bisonman named Spike...
It had been nearly three days since Tess’ last milking, and her breasts were beginning to feel heavy with milk. They had already begun to ache, but the presence of Spike’s nice, warm hand seemed to ease the pain a little.
She needed to take care of that problem soon though, before the pain became unbearable--and she needed to take care of it on her own. Maybe she could do it now, while Spike was still sleeping. Plus, her throat was dry, and she was eager to wash the taste of sleep from her mouth. Her breath was even more pungent than usual this morning thanks to last night’s dinner, which had consisted almost entirely of wild onions.
Winifred had been right about the wilderness. Good food was difficult to come by out here.
Tess started to wriggle her body out from beneath the sleeping bisonman’s arm, but she quickly stopped when she felt something long and hard pressing against the cleft of her butt.
What was that?
Tess’ first thought was that Spike had picked up the electric prod during the night and placed it between their bodies for safe keeping. She went completely still, fearing she might accidentally bump the trigger on the handle and electrocute herself or the bisonman--or both.
After another moment, however, Tess was able to relax a little. She could see the prod lying on the ground a few yards away, right where she had left it the night before.
But if the prod was way over there...
Moving slowly, so as not to wake her sleeping companion, Tess rolled over to have a look at the long hard thing pressing into her from behind. What she saw nearly made her cry out in shock.
At some point during the night, the strap holding the pouch between Spike’s legs had broken, and the cloth had fallen aside, revealing the thing he’d been keeping hidden inside. It wasn’t a heap of coins, as Tess had originally suspected, nor was it an animal, as she had guessed when she’d seen it moving yesterday. It was part of the bisonman’s own body, and it was so big Tess could scarcely understand how it had ever fit inside the pouch in the first place.
God, what was that thing?
Actually, there was more than one thing. The biggest part was a long, clublike shaft extending from the center of the bisonman’s groin. Its surface was covered in a network of bulging veins, and the end of it was rounded like the cap of a big mushroom. Lower down, below the base of that immense shaft, hung a sac of skin that appeared to contain two very large eggs.
An inexplicable thrill raced through Tess’ body. She didn’t know what she was looking at, or what purpose it might serve. She only knew she couldn’t seem to drag her eyes away from it.
And she really, really wanted to touch it.
With a lot of effort, she managed to shift her gaze upward to Spike’s face. The bisonman’s eyes were still closed, and his warm breath was gusting in and out of his snout in a the slow, steady rhythm. He was still asleep.
Could she touch him down there without waking him up, Tess wondered. She knew she probably shouldn’t do that. He certainly hadn’t given her permission. But then, he’d been perfectly content to put his hand on her breast, even after she’d specifically told him not to. It only seemed fair that she should get to touch his sleeping body, if for no other reason than to even the score.
Tess watched his face a moment longer, to make sure he truly was asleep, then she let her eyes dip once again to that big pillar of flesh jutting up from his crotch. Her fingertips grazed the throbbing shaft, and she gasped softly when she felt how hot it was. Truth be told, the bisonman’s whole body was like a living furnace, which had helped to keep Tess warm during the long, chilly night, but the thing between his legs was even hotter still--and hard too, like a piece of stone encased in a layer of supple skin. She caressed that rigid length from base to tip, and back down again, then she fondled the smooth, heavy sacs, taking care not to crack the two big eggs stored within.
Spike grunted, stirring her hair with a gust of breath.
Tess’ pulse jumped. She quickly drew her hand back and flashed her eyes up to the bisonman’s face. His eyes were still closed. He was still fast asleep. There was just one difference--a faint smile was now playing about the corners of his mouth.
He likes it, Tess thought. Even in his sleep. It must feel good being touched down there. But why?
She thought of the little nub between her own legs and how she would sometimes rub it at night when she was alone in her bunk back on the farm. Maybe the thing between the bisonman’s legs was similarly sensitive. God, but it was so much bigger than her tiny little nub, the same way his horns were so much bigger than the little nubs on her head.
Did all males have one of these things, Tess wondered. For a moment, her mind flashed back to the day before, and the much smaller hardness she’d felt when Harlan Sturgill had pressed his body against her in the barn.
She quickly pushed those thoughts from her mind.
She didn’t like the farmer’s body, and she didn’t like the mean, greedy way he had touched her either. But she liked Spike's body. She liked the protective way he held her. She liked how hard his muscles felt beneath his tight skin. And most of all, she liked that big thing between his legs, even though she wasn’t quite sure why it was there or what it was for.
She looked at it again.
A dewdrop had welled up from the small slit-like hole at the tip of that appendage. Tess brushed the little bead of fluid away with her thumb, and discovered it wasn’t a dewdrop at all, but something sticky, like the nectar contained within certain flowers. She rolled it between her finger and thumb for a moment, enjoying the slightly oily consistency. Then, without really knowing why she did it, Tess wrapped her fingers around the bisonman’s girth and started to stroke, slowly pumping her fist up and down the hard length of his shaft, savoring the way the soft outer skin slipped and shifted over the rigid inner core.
She began to stroke him harder and faster, and his flesh throbbed beneath her fingers. The sensitive place between her own legs throbbed in response, and slippery wetness seeped from between her legs to match sticky fluid now leaking from his tip in even greater quantities.
Strange ideas raced through Tess’ mind. Ideas about the way two bodies might fit together. A strange hunger burned inside her, demanding to be satisfied. She hooked one leg over the bisonman’s thigh and drew her hips closer to his.
Spike grunted again, louder this time.
Tess quickly unhooked her leg and snapped her hand away from the bisonman’s throbbing member. Pulse racing, she looked up at his face and saw his eyes were just beginning to open. For a few moments, his expression was hazy with sleep. Then his gaze focused on Tess and he smiled.
“Good morning, hucow.”
Carefully, Tess sat up and removed the big clump of grass which had been placed on top of her head. A few pieces of grass remained stuck to her hair, and she was taken aback when the bisonman gently helped her pluck them away.
“Good,” he said in a hushed voice, frowned, then said, “Bet-ter.”
Tess realized what she’d taken for sterness in his voice a moment ago was actually a lack of proficiency in her language. English obviously wan’t the bisonman’s native tongue, and he was struggling to come up with the proper words to communicate with her.
“Sorry,” he said. “No... want... scare...”
Was he apologizing for charging at her before? It certainly seemed like it. And now that Tess thought about it, it also seemed like he’d hidden her from the Cousins by covering her with grass and his own body.
And God, what a body it was.
Even though he was crouching, his enormous stature was impossible to ignore. Tess figured he would be at least seven feet tall if he was standing up straight. His arms and legs bulged with thick muscles, and his tight skin was lined with short, dark fur, which grew thicker and woolier around his shoulders, neck, and head. Sharp horns curved out from his temples, and his legs ended in a pair of large, black hooves. A short tail hung down from the base of his spine and swept the ground beneath him.
Tess was able to see all those details because the bisonman wasn’t wearing any clothing. The only thing he had on his body was a kind of cloth pouch or purse, which he kept strapped between his legs for some reason. Tess didn’t know what he was carrying in that pouch, but it certainly looked like it was filled to capacity. There was something long and rounded in there that looked a bit like a stack of large coins. God, if that whole pouch was filled with money, then he was a wealthy bisonman indeed.
Then something inside the pouch twitched, and Tess let out a surprised gasp.
Okay, not money, apparently.
An animal then? Some sort of pet?
Tess started to ask, but as she lifted her eyes to the bisonman’s face, the words got all jammed up in her throat. There was something about that face that made her insides flutter. It was somewhere between a human’s face and a bison’s, but leaning a little more toward the animal side of things. The corners of his mouth were curled up in a dreamy smile, and his glittering, dark eyes appeared to be aimed directly at her chest.
That’s when Tess remembered she was naked too...
She let out a startled yelp as she tried to cover those parts of her body other people weren’t supposed to see. One arm came up to shield her nipples. The other hand snatched up a tuft of grass which she used to cover the place between her legs. It was a feeble attempt at hiding her nakedness, but it was better than nothing.
The bisonman frowned. He didn’t seem to be angry, just confused and a little concerned.
“I’m okay,” Tess said, trying and failing to keep her voice from trembling. “I just don’t like people looking at me when I’m naked, that's all.”
Although, truth be told, she didn’t hate the way the bisonman looked at her either. When the men back at the farm used to stare at her, Tess had always gotten the feeling they wanted to take something from her. Not the bisonman. He looked like he wanted to give her things--protection, comfort, and something else Tess couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Or maybe it was just the fact that he was so easy to look at himself. Tess tried to drag her eyes away from him, she really did, but his hard body and handsome face seemed to draw her gaze like a magnet.
“So uhm... what’s your name?” she asked.
“Name?” For a second, the bisonman looked confused, then his eyes lit up with understanding. “Name!” He pressed a his broad hand against his even bigger chest. “I’m... Szzz-bike.”
The bison man shook his head, thought for a minute, then pointed to the tips of his horns. “Szzz-bike.”
“Oh, I get it! You’re name’s Spike! Well that’s, uhm, that’s an interesting na-- Hey! What are you...?”
The bisonman--Spike--had reached one hand around behind Tess’s back and dragged her closer. His other hand he placed against the top of her breasts, right over her suddenly pounding heart.
“Your name?” he rumbled.
“M-my name is Tess,” she stammered.
“Tess?" Spike grinned. "Very booty-ful.”
Tess's face and chest flushed with heat, and she wondered if Spike could feel that with his hand.