Tynan McMinn counted his joints carefully, placing them into an ancient film roll container he somehow still had lying about. He'd double and triple checked his pack, and by his muddled reckoning, everything had been set up for the perfect hiking journey. A jug of Gatorade would compliment his hefty bag of beef jerky to provide the high-octane trail fuel the lanky lad would need for the ten mile trek. An insulated hammock and blue tarp were his only shelter. Since he was only bringing one change of clothes for the planned four day Colorado mountain trek, Tynan reasoned it would be smart to bring some deodorant. The maturing young adult was always on the prowl for an amorous opportunity with a hot babe, even in nature. He wanted to smell his best if a chance meeting arose, rather than like weed and body odor.
But, when McMinn checked his bathroom cabinet, he found all his Axe canisters tapped. Searching desperately, Tynan roared in triumph as he found an alternative, though he regretted needing to tap his stash of treasured date clencher. He held up a half-empty bottle of perfume, Calvin Klein's 'Obsession.' After loading the expensive date perfume into his pack, Tynan headed for the bus stop, and began his extraordinary journey.
The spry, long-legged hiker was used to walking, and didn't find the beginning ascent into Rocky Mountain national park that difficult. The sun was blaring though, and despite the altitude, Tynan soon found himself sweating profusely. Eager to take a rest and enjoy a traditional Rocky Mountain High, Tynan expertly tapped a joint out the tight film roll container, and lit up. The hike was everything he'd hoped of it so far, the altitude and view lifting his spirits, his mind stimulated by drugs. But when Tynan saw several uniformed forest rangers walking down the public trail, talking to passing hikers, he began to panic. Not wanting to reek of marijuana in front of the park authorities, McMinn fished out his cologne and quickly doused himself with it, using far too much in his anxiety to mask the scent of drugs. The park rangers visibly grimaced and wrinkled their noses at the scent of the approaching Tynan, the lead one calling out "Hey there, this trail's been closed due to animal sightings. A woman saw a bear chasing deer around here, so we're being cautious."
As soon as Tynan was out of view of the forest rangers, he doubled back and continued on his merry way, feeling relieved to have given those nature cops, or whatever, the slip. He didn't feel worried at all about the ranger's proclamation, the experienced hiker having suffered and avoided such park management nannying before. Besides, Tynan felt incredibly connected to his natural surroundings, and reasoned that the forces of this benevolent, uplifting forest would keep him safe from any explicit dangers. He was more worried about being hassled by his fellow wayfarers.
As the long-limbed hiker made his way up higher, the forest increased in density, pinyon pines and junipers nearly blocking out the sun. When Tynan heard the rush of a babbling brook, he saw a rugged sidepath on the main trail, and set off. As he limbered through the brush, the stoned hiker let the sound of water guide him, eager to refill his canteen and behold more splendorous natural beauty. Spying a perfect sitting stone by a pristine rivulet, Tynan settled down and unpacked for another leisurely rest. The brook sank into a natural ravine, a hill of cool earth nearly hanging over Tynan's head as he sat in a sheltered spot by the babbling brook. Using the occluded position for cover, Tynan lit up another blunt and inhaled deeply, chewing on a stick of jerky. When a pair of beautiful does suddenly jumped down from overhead and ran bounding down the stream, Tynan nearly screamed like a little girl, though he felt honored to have witnessed a wild animal sighting. He felt as if the forest was welcoming him on his journey to explore its beauty. When a much heavier animal thudded down soon after, Tynan did scream like a little girl.
As McMinn's desperate, marijauna clouded mind raced in panic, he immediately felt a strange sense of anger at the park rangers. This wasn't a fucking bear, it was a goddamned mountain lion. As the cougar darted around in search of the fleeing deer, it sniffed and turned to Tynan, the man and animal only a few feet away, hemmed in tight by the steep river ravine. The cougar immediately reared up in an aggressive pose, slamming the muddy ground with its thick, furry paws. Thinking quick, Tynan tossed his bag of beef jerky forward, spiced meat spilling over the ground. The huge puma hissed at him, thick shoulder muscles tensed as it readied to pounce, but the scent of the meat distracted it, as it bent down and tenderly nibbled at the jerky sticks, keeping its yellow eyes pointed at him. Feeling the burn of his smoldering joint between his fingers, Tynan thought of another desperation tactic, as he inhaled the roach and shotgunned a cloud of marijuana smoke at the feeding mountain lion.
The big cat ignored the smoke, as it quickly finished off the entire bag of jerky, licking its whiskered chops as it stared at Tynan, and padded forward. Too scared to run, Tynan just laid back and played dead, hoping a bear tactic worked on cougars too. His stoic resolve to play opossum nearly faltered, as the Puma inquisitively sniffed at the limp hiker, especially where his shirt was drenched with perfume. The terrified trekker nearly scrambled away when the puma leaned in forward towards his belly, but rather than biting and disemboweling him, it began nuzzling at the damp, greasy smear of Calvin Kline on his shirt. Tynan didn't know how to process the situation as the cougar began licking at his shirt with its large, rough, pink tongue, which scraped his sweat-dampened t-shirt up. Relying on intuition to guide him, Tynan hesitantly reached a hand, and patted at the muscular haunches of the nudging cougar.
The creature reared up slightly and hissed, neckfur standing on-end in agitation, but did not otherwise respond as Tynan committed to the gentle petting motion, running his hand up and down the big cat's back, feeling the corded muscles of the cougar's thick shoulders beneath his palm. The nervous hiker couldn't help but think of the time he'd watched a documentary about cougars, and their various ways of hunting prey. He sure hope he didn't end up like the mountain goat from the footage. The mountain lion seemed startled by his touch at first, but eventually relaxed and rubbed against his hand, purring and growling in a deep, resonating response. The big cat raised a paw up, and wrapped around his arm, the puma pinning it with all four limbs. It opened it's drooling maw wide, revealing long, sharp fangs. But when it lunged forward, Tynan soon realized it was trying to groom him, not bite him. The big cat began licking the strong musk of the cologne on Tynan's hand, which had held the dribbling perfume bottle earlier. The cougar seemed intoxicated by the pungent scent of Tynan's perfume, and kept licking his hand.
The puma's breathing became heavy, and Tynan could tell the big cat was becoming aroused by the motions it was making against his arm. But, when the cougar began playfully biting and scratching at his prostrated arm, Tynan reached the other one around, and tried to distract the puma by scratching the base of its tail. The big cat was taken aback, and let go of Tynan's arm, an intense look of stimulation running across its feline features, as it raised its haunches up into the air, rubbing the fuzzy swell of its lower back against his warm hand. Tynan nervously laughed as he felt the intense heat radiating off the cougar's backside, as he realized that it was a female cougar, and was in heat.
Tynan felt his heart race as the massive animal started pawing at him again, this time rubbing itself against his chest, as he realized what she wanted. Though he was very inexperienced with the ladies, he knew enough to guess it would be best not to resist this powerful beast. Tynan slowly rolled onto his back, as the cougar climbed on top of him, and quickly draped herself around him, straddling his hips. She began to nuzzle her face into his neck, her tongue lapping at his skin. Tynan moved his hands up to her hips, and pulled her closer to him, as she began to rub against his crotch. The long-haired hiker moaned softly, as he felt the massive cat's body press down onto him, and the warm, wetness of her sex pressing against his own. It felt incredible, and Tynan began to feel aroused. No longer thinking of the consequences, he lowered his shorts, freeing his erect cock as the cougar insistently pressed against his thighs, pushing into his lap as her long, furred tail waved and curled in the air.
The cougar pushed the tip of its snout under Tynan's chin, and pressed her head against his neck, nuzzling him affectionately. Tynan couldn't believe how amazing this experience was, as the cougar's thick fur tickled his chest. Ready to take it to the next stage, Tynan gingerly grasped the fur on the puma's hips, and guided