Nevada
Nevada
by: Matt "Danruk" Adey
Nevada.
Long expanses of roads leading to other places. Tucked between these crossing roads are plenty of vast uninhabited lands of raw nature waiting to be experienced. So, I'm watching the glowing embers of a fire, joining three of my best friends for a camping trip.
Let me just say that we're not hard partying-bring the case of beer, nor the joint-smoking recreationalists. Gods, I'm way too past those younger days anyway, I've grown comfortable in my middle aged bachelor life, with a steady job and a great income to support these vacation getaways.
My thoughts are just on the wide quiet surrounding me, the fire and sparks radiating towards the lawn chairs we've all set up nearby. Hell yah, we cheat a little but the idea of roughing it is still
there in our minds and hearts.
I'm just reflecting on my life for the last four days, glad to be myself again. Rod Serling was right. There IS a world of space, time, and dimension out there among us and we just have to accidentally step over that line. My line was right here in Nevada.
My hands are still shaking. I check to be sure there's flesh and not fur there. I've taken off my boots no less than six times tonight just to see that my toes are normal and they all wiggle properly. I'm glad to be sitting on my ass and not leaning back on a long thick tail as I have been.
I tell you one thing for sure, nature can certainly change your perspective, yet I'm rather sure given the choice I'd never want to be a kangaroo again if I can help it at all.
The tall mesas of stone that jut out of the desert was where I suddenly discovered myself elsewhere in a different form. I can't exactly explain how. I hiked on my own just a short way from camp, and approached the mesa and it seemed to grow broader. The dark slate started to lighten up then turn a peculiar shade of orange. I honestly thought it was a bit of a trick of the sun, a mirage that was just playing a game. My knees started to hurt with each step, my feet started to pain and tense up. I thought I was having a heart attack or something, but it turns out I was starting to feel itchy all over, and I felt this strange pulsing sensation at my tailbone. Yet the rock was also still changing. The edges started to blur on the stone, it turned a deeper shade of orange
and the sand a similar color. My eyes were watering up a storm and I was feeling intense spasms and pains all over my body. I reached up my hands to rub at my eyes and that's when I realized
my hands weren't my hands anymore.
Paws. Short clawed fuzzy paws were in front of me, and all I did was rattle and click the long sharp edged claws at the end, scared that some unknown monster had finally come to claim me. However, I knew they were mine. They FELT like mine. I rubbed furred softness into my watery blurred eyes. I've never needed glasses, though I saw shapes and color and flat lands spotted by curious trees that weren't there before, I knew my eyes had changed to make things blur in this curious fashion. I turned back to face the camp and it was simply gone. Looking behind me I saw something lying flat and round and long on the ground. I turned and bent over to look at it, and it moved with my body motion. I JUMPED!!
Boy, did I ever Jump! Higher and more powerful than I had ever done before with the strange long flat round something moving with my jumping motion. I thought for sure a large alien snake was going to devour me. Okay, so I watch a LOT of sci-fi on television, but I'd dare anyone to realize they have a tail where they've never had one before and not think it was something sinister first.
I wanted to just sit, sit and catch my breath and take the amazement of the situation in all at once. I hadn't toked, smoked, cracked, jacked, drunk, shot up, mushroomed, or even popped an asprin! I wasn't dreaming. I hadn't cracked my head on a rock while tripping over it. I itched at my new matted furry body, the slender slim chest, the hairy soft fuzz that lined ... hey, SHIT, my clothes disappeared too. Good thing I grew a fur coat. I petted over my tummy and
over the newly arched set of 'knees' that I had. Holy macaroni salads my legs sure curve and arch up and the muscles there bulged up and down a few times. My paw slipped somwehre in my middle tummy to an inside area! Warm was what I thought, warm safe, a bit damp and sweaty. Well of course, the only animal I ever knew with long legs tail and a pouch was a kangaroo. Hey SHIT I'm a kangaroo!
Now, I really wanted to just wake up. I wanted to believe I actually HAD cracked my head open on a rock in Nevada. Nature has funny ways of letting me know the harsh reality of a situation. I was a kangaroo and not in Nevada, but very likely somewhere in the Australian
Outback. I wasn't exactly used to my new kangaroo body either, so I tripped over my own long lanky legs and fell flat on my sides. I bashed my longer nose and jaw on the ground too, which made me see some stars. I lay on the ground for a bit still protectively holding my paws in my new pouch because it felt the safest thing to do at the time.
I wanted to call for help but I didn't see anyone nearby or around. My voice croaked and my vocal chords seized up. I choked out this alien sounding shriek and squeal, almost a bit of a bark too. Great. I'm a kangaroo tripped over its own feet in distress in Australia. I still felt hot, flustered, and extremely warm. I didn't have a chance to think or rest or wallow in misery longer. I realized blazing fires were raging around the area.
Too much at once! I was in the middle of a full fledged burning inferno and it seemed to surround me. The only reasonable escape seemed towards the large rock. A name whispered itself in my head as I hopped up and made a bound with wide broad kangaroo feet, it kept saying 'Ayers, Ayers, Ayers!' I used this as a rhythm to keep my gait and my bounds high, long and powerful. I felt air and wind flop through long tapered ears!!
A small patch of fire to my left spouted sparks while strong winds gusted across the dry underbrush. My feet touched off again just as flame spouted anew, as if my bounces were starting the fires. I hit a bit of a thicket before the rock safety, and a misguided bounce put me into the middle of a browned set of brambles that were just waiting for an errant blown ember to light the bonfire of my doom.
So, I was trapped with feet that were a fire magnet in the middle of potential spontaneous combustible branches. That's when I heard a yelping shout from somewhere above. Yowls of delight, joy, happiness and, well, outright insanity.
My eyes beheld some parachuting figures, donned in a day glow yellow and orange rubberized suits. The floating figures drifted down, some holding axes, others holding shovels, others holding various equipment. One such figure was zeroing down just next to my location. His helmet held tucked ears that looked very familiar in shape, a hole in the rear end of the protective suit held his long broad tail in check. A pair of large bare broad fuzzy feet thumped down on the ground next to me.
"Don'cha worry a spite, Miss! We'll get yer roight out of this as sure as the bunyip will bite yer!"
I tried to vocalize again, but the same croak-bark noise just escaped my mouth. I wanted to tell him all sorts of things like, where was I, what was I doing here, I don't really belong here, I'm not really a kangaroo. I barely even noticed that he took an ax to the thicket and chopped it open so I could step out to escape.
"Yer welcome to stay, if yer loike but its not safe Miss. Hahrsh toimes now don'cha think? Worst we ever seen in years! You'll see though, we'll foight this beast and beat it!"
Now, I wanted to say I wasn't a Miss. Among every thing else, this parachuting fire brigade kangaroo thought I was a girl! I wasn't going to sit there and complain to him on mistaken gender,
I was agreeable to just follow his lead and get the hell out of trouble.
I saw heaps of sand fly to flames all around and it wasn't long before they had the area under control . I sat broad side against the Ayers rock, my nose sneezing out some of the soot and char smell in the air. My ankles ached still, possibly from all the bouncing around I did. Now that things were a bit more level headed a question still remained, how was I to figure a way out of this all?
I shook my ears and decided to approach the first kangaroo fireman who leapt into my path. I swallowed hard before trying one more time to vocalize.
"Thank you for saving me." There! I had done it but the smoke and soot made my voice still crack and creak at a higher pitch. I had a sinking feeling I wasn't out of trouble quite yet.
What was I going to do next? I took the fireman's paw.
"The name's Bruce!" he said pointing to himself. I had to laugh in spite of myself. I wasn't meaning to be cruel, but even I knew enough about Australia that it was supposed to be a stereotype sort of name.
I didn't say too much again. I was still swallowing some soot and coughing it out. Besides, I didn't want that freaky voice back in my own ears just yet. I took his paws and saw some fires being sploshed with buckets of water or smothered in repeated shovelfulls of sand.
"Ya loike to help, yer welcome but a might dangerous. I'd rather we getcher back to the way station safe and good. Sure's Bruce will guide ya."
I did all I could do to hop and bounce and keep up. My ankles were really starting to ache up and even my more powerful leg muscles were starting to give way. By the time we got to the way station which was a fair bit of a trip, I was breathing like a suffering asthmatic.
I got a thought, maybe this was like one of those episodes of Quantum Leap. I had to do something noble or good before I could return to my own world. There was something that once went wrong that I had to put right again. My problem is that I didn't have a convenient hologram yammering in my ear to let me know what to do next. Hey, I TOLD you I watched a lot of Sci-Fi. Get over it.
Bruce hopped off to another part of the station. It seemed to be the main headquarters of the division of fire brigade members who came to save me. A few others returned all dirty and sooty in steady groups. Big reds and medium sized greyfur muzzles peeked out. My curiosity got the better of me and I finally hopped in a bit further to the main room.
I stumbled into a big common area, following the roos in front of me. They all seemed nonplussed that I just bounded in behind them. Some of them even stared back and smirked as if they were glad I had been so bold. They politely bantered among themselves as they tossed off their bulky gear aside. Bruce was in one particular corner already out of gear and with a towel around his waist. He threw a valve and a bunch of steam came from a shower room behind. That was music even to my ears.
"Nothin like bein first onna scene, Don't take too long ladies all yer warm water's gonna be gone!"
Bursts of laughter rose out among the crew and I had to shake my head, watching as more of them hopped towards that seductive steam and clean smelling mist coming from the showers.
Bruce noticed me standing around.
"'ey yer not a shy one areya? Somethin told me ya weren't. Mebbe ya don't talk much but I can tell yer brave Shiela."
Bruce was starting to annoy me, but in a still smarmy endearing way. It was hard NOT to like him because he did save my life. But all this Australian taunting, I guess it was supposedly typical of males. I don't know much about the culture, and... heck if I knew anything about being a kangaroo anyway. Better to just go with the flow. I didn't answer him but did take a few tentative hops towards the shower room.
I took a long warm shower myself and washed some of the extra soot out of my ears and eyes. I splattered and got the steam through my tail and rinsed it out of my own fur. Damn if it didnt' stick like thick mud in some clumps. I really had to get it out of my ears some more. I directed the spray to the inside edges.
The other firefighting roos were making some hooting and hollering noises as they joined in the communal shower stalls. Hey, c'mon, I'm not shy, it wasn't my first time and won't be my last that I've been in a shower room with some strangers. I've got plenty of gym memberships to keep in shape throughout the year and as long as you keep your space, guys know how to respect that space of yours. But some nagging sense of insecurity was playing in the back of my mind.
"Hey mates, c'mon don't go causin up a fuss y'hear? Rough time for alla us out there and probly more tomorrow to get! Mebbe our new friend comin to offer some services for us blokes. Lend a paw for all our needs y'know?"
Finally, Bruce talked some sense and I gave a salute and thumbs-up to show my approval. Hell, Okay, I even thumped my tail a copule times, just to let 'em know I was happy with that assessment. I was greeted by only more laughter, and raucous whistles. Something was just not quite right in all this, but I didn't care. I was getting clean!
I ran my two paws over the outside edges of the pouch I had. It was still a big curiosity to me. It tickled when I brushed over the edges and sploshed the warm water across the fur. I felt the drops of spray trickle down the inside edges and it really tingled quite nicely. Fuck I'm in my own personal shampoo commercial here without the shampoo.
That was, of course until a bottle came sailing across and caught me off the side of the head with a plastic sounding thwunk. I didn't see who threw it but that didn't matter I thankfully accepted it and squeezed some out into my fur and towards my belly. Since it really seemed as if it was the accepted way to do it, I looked across the shower stalls to one of the other brigade members. He wasn't as big as the red or greys, in fact he seemed a bit of a smaller cousin. It seemed almost unfair that I picked him for my target but I held the bottle in my paws and decided to play major league pitcher and hauled off and threw it towards him.
I forgot to account for my smaller paws and shorter arms. The body language just wasn't behind me either. The shampoo bottle proceeded to clank off the steel shower pole right in front of my own face and come right back to bump me off the nose. Everyone, including the Wallaby who I meant to target had a good laugh at my expense.
After I had satisfactorily showered and cleaned and rinsed out the fur, I made some tentative hops and bounces, getting used to the unusual way of travel. I found if I actually crouched slightly and used my forepaws, I could drag and slide effectively too without too much stress to my legs and feet. While toweling off my belly I brushed in and around the edges of the curious pouch again, giggling just a little under my own breath because the sensation was so ticklish. A couple locker lengths away from me was another large red kangaroo towelling off too. But I could tell his attention and eyes were more on me than himself. It was a bit disconcerting. Silence or no silence I had to ask.
"Is... Is there something wrong about me? Everyone seems to be paying attention to me quite a bit." The voice was still squeaky and foreign, and I chalked that up to having kangaroo vocal chords instead of my own.
"Sorry, there. We're not all bad sorts just that we weren't expecting help from you nevermind you waltzin in and joining us like you've always been part of the crew. Let me give you some advice. Don't expect special treatment just because who you are, and just because you're new. You've got to earn your keep and respect here, just like the rest've us."
Well, at least he was sincere and on the level with me. I had to respect that.
"Respect, mate." I even said it. I meant it too, and I think he knew. That helped. However, I was curious what he meant by special treatment. Bruce came up behind the other roo.
"This here's Nathan. He's the biggest and strongest of us lot, though the blokes at Station Main some'ow picked me of all've em to be the chief of sorts once we landed. No 'ard feelins Nate roight? Ye'll find we're a good group though, I din' wan be no Chief a anything really."
Slowly but surely I was introduced to the rest of the small gang, including the Wallaby. I was somehow strangely less conscious when the rest of them were lounging around in fur out of uniform, I guess I felt less left out on not having something to wear. But even still, if I was going to help out tomorrow I suppose I had to bring it up sooner or later.
"I can help if you'd like. I saw the fires out there and I'm not as useless as I seemed earlier. I can lend a hand..er... paw. But I don't have the gear you all do. Is there a spare suit around or something?"
Some of the roos glared. Nathan just made a chuff and grunt. Bruce gulped and was silent.
"Think you can be as good as that? It takes training to do this line of work." Nathan rose and challenged with an authoritative growl.
I decided to just shake my head and not speak. My voice had gotten me in enough trouble. It was better when I hadn't been able to speak at all. So instead I decided to graciously distract them from the day. A few were sitting nearby playing a game of cribbage, slowly I was accepted enough that I sat in and threw some cards and pegged a couple rounds.
The night came and when I looked out the windows towards the broad expanse of the Australian landscape I could still see a good bit of red and orange glow in the far distance. My eyes were starting to water just a little bit and I wiped my tears away with my paws. I'm not a hyper emotional sort, but somehow I was starting to cry awfully just because some fires hadn't been put out yet. I knew that there was nothing we'd be doing at the moment, not until morning anyway. I crept to a small corner that was out of the main bunk area but still out of the way enough in the main area. I curled into myself and slept.
The next morning I woke up and amidst a lot of scufling and scrambling, I saw the crew gearing up. My tail had a funny sting to it, I bet I slept on it all wrong. The edge of my pouch seemed rather tender too, so I gave it a bit of a scratching with my paws to get it to wake up a little bit and rub the soreness out of it. I noticed a particular locker against the row that nobody had taken. On the hope that it was full of some gear to help out, I went to open it to look. Sure enough, there was some gear there. It looked like it was adjustable so it would not have a problem fitting. Now that I was staring the gear inside though, my mind raced a little. Was I really ready for this after all?
I don't know and I can't exactly remember what happened between throwing on the gear and being out in the middle of a bundle of burning trees. I was at least smart enough to not be on the front lines. I filled some buckets full of dirt and sand with a spare shovel that I'd taken. Lots of instructions and hints were being shouted between the mob. My help didn't go unheeded, as every so often Bruce or Nathan would take the bucket full and try to smother a group of flames with the thrown sand. It was slow sweaty and arduous work. My nostrils were caking up with the sooty smell in the smoky laden air. I kept working though, every little bit that I did would get the flames redirected. Hot dry baking air and high blowing winds though, were constantly pushing the flames into our faces. My whiskers felt singed to the muzzle. I needed an SPF factor of 75 in this line of work, and I wasn't even one of the front runners.
"Here!" the smaller wallaby clutched one of the full buckets with his paws while depositing another empty down at my feet. "I think if we can smother the northeast point it might help it stop spreading from the other line of brush and grass over there." I was already seeing some dangerous looking cinders and sparks floating by the high winds over to that side. What I wouldn't give for a big thunderstorm, but the sky was clear.
"Hey," I asked "Should we spread some further along just in case?"
The wallaby shook his head negatively. "Not hardly enough of us to really fight what we've got in front of us. We're all in a bad spot. Really bad spot. Might be different if we could get in with some axes but with the winds the way they're going, we'd be caught and roasted before we could clear cut a path."
I knew we didn't have any axes. I wouldn't trust myself with one even if I had a spare one hiding somewhere within my pouch. Damn, I wouldn't even trust myself if I had the latest high tech chainsaw in my pouch. Besides, I think that roos like myself wouldn't keep such things in pouches.
A flaring patch of smoke and flames, and billowing smoke rose from our right hand side. I hopped back and coughed at the ash and soot that was in the air around us. I wanted desperately to protect the smaller wallaby next to me. Forget the fire and everything, just make sure he was safe. Not that I was in any LESS danger at the moment.
Reluctantly I could only follow the orders. Fill the buckets, get the sand in, let the wallaby throw and smother to the flames around. The wallaby and I worked as a team. We somehow managed to quell the sparking and flame that was creeping around the right side of things, but several red bright embers were still being taken by the wind to a new patch of rough dry underbrush waiting to ignite.
I realized smothering the fire only went so far. The underbrush on the other side started to show signs of life with a flicker of flame. I pointed it out and took a bucket myself. I braved the small threat myself before it became a big blaze. A whole bucket full of sand sifted down to the base of the embers starting the flame. I smiled as it went poof in a smothered wisp of smoke.
Hours passed as the whole team worked on controlling the fires as best they could. We worked well after dusk and the red flares and orange flickers of flame were our only guide to fighting effectively. Even with that Nathan called the group in and we had to abandon the burning and just let it go for the night.
I bounced back to the outpost and went back to the locker I picked out. The suit peeled off me as a slick layer of sweat covered my fur. I hung the suit up to air out and stretched as most of my muscles flared with soreness. I was being consumed by a fire of a different kind. As I sat on a small bench just opposite my locker the other roos were again hooting, hollering, and whistling. I didn't dare join as I figured I was still under trial to really belong as one of the gang. More than a few stares came my direction and I ignored several points and giggles. I ignored them and once again hopped into a steamy refreshing shower. Something occured to me, we were pretty remote yet we had running water here. I voiced my question over to Nathan who was busy soaping up himself.
"Why don't we have a truck of some sort out here to fill with water to help us fight the fires?"
I guess I must've hit a sore spot because the noises in the showers went pretty silent.
"We lost the truck." Was the only answer I got back. I heard a very strong and firm hinting tone not to ask further and I didn't dare follow up with any other smart remarks. Something BAD had happened evidently on some other mission out here.
The next morning I was up early. I hopped out of the station and into the open to view the scenery around me. I could still see large wisps and clouds of smoke coming from the collection of brush that we were going to be firefighting in a bit later. I'm not sure when Bruce came up behind me but a pair of strong paws clasped my shoulders and massaged. I had to admit, it was a bit awkward, but it also felt good!
"Whatcha thinkin there, 'roo?" Bruce asked.
"Was I a good help yesterday? Why do the other roos still stare and make fun of me? I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not even supposed to be here."
"'Course. Nobody's supposeta be here if'n we can help at all. Thing is we all are here for a reason or another. I think some've the boys are just jealous of ya 'cause of whatcha got and you proved 'em all wrong."
I turned to face Bruce, he was wearing a smirk a mile wide. For a moment I doubted his sincerity and thought just like the others he was making fun of me in his own way. I shook off the doubtful feeling and tried to smile. Bruce kept his paws at my shoulders and still rubbed and massaged there. I felt a little uncomfortable about the attentions.
"Look, Bruce, it comes down to this. Somehow I suspect I am different, but I'm just not getting a clue on why it is. What's so different about me?"
Bruce's eyes looked me up and down and tsk-tsked "Isn't it obvious mate? C'mon I mean.. ya got a pouch and all. Yer serious you dunno?"
"Of course I've got a pouch. I'm a frickin' kangaroo here we all have pouches!"
But then a slow painful realization hit me. Bruce was standing before me in his most natural state. Remembering the showers and glimpsing of the other roos midsections I remembered no clear signs of pouches.
"Wait.. where's YOUR pouch?" I instantly demanded.
A slow patronizing laugh and hearty bellow of giddy giggling escaped Bruce's muzzle. He grabbed at his sides and clutched to hold the mirthful outburst in as much as he could.
"If'n I couldn't tell you were honestly confused I might've popped ya one in the nose for that. Simple fact is, Us Boomers don't have pouches. Never did. never will. Only you flyers can have 'em, tha's what makes you special to us boys."
My feet trembled. My haunches rocked and swayed as if they were going to fall out from underneath me. I compared my pouched midsection to Bruces'. A noticable detail was between him and myself. A fuzzy rounded ballsac sat comfortably hanging just above a bulgy slender sheath on Bruce's lower haunches. Mine just had a pouch with no signs of bulges at all.
My eyes darted to Bruce. His eyes met mine back. I must've looked just the right way of dawning realization.
"Yer a girl, mate. A flyer. A female. And a pretty forward and bold one at that to be showerin with us guys."
I gasped and gulped for air. Nothing could have prepared me for the realization that not only had I transformed into a kangaroo, but now I was also a female of the species and stuck with a bunch of well, to put it bluntly, probably ogling horny and waiting guys who were eager to do what they pleased with me.
"I.. I.. I"... I stammered and stuttered over words that just simply would not come.
"Yer okay, miss. Yer safe for the most part amognst us all. We may be loud and ornery blokes but we've been actually pretty polite since you joined up with us. Gotta admit myself though that I've sort've admired yer tail and stuff."
Something about that statement made me shudder and tingle. My tail felt suddenly heavy and my body and heart raced and coursed, making me break an instant sweat. Bruce's paws were at my shoulders and those rubs and massages I think were meant to inspire something else. Some other natural cause that suddenly yearned inside me. My paw shook and shuddered and my own kangaroo eyes watched as I put my paw to Bruce's exposed midsection, and with a touch I never thought I'd do in my own time in my own world, The female roo I was, fondled at the fuzzy round orbs against that red 'roos crotch.
"It's okay, Miss. Bruce'll take good care of you, no worries indeed. Just relax and be a good flyer. I'll be roight gentle with ya."
I felt Bruce's strong kangaroo paws cling and clench at my smaller kangaroo self, tickling down with his claws and gripping gently along the sensitive ticklish edges of my pouch entrance. It made me shudder. My own paws, my own hands, feeling him up like I was some randy little teenage girl, not getting enough of those tensing testicles of his. It wasn't too long until his curvy upturned flexing and slender pink kangaroo penis emerged from his bulge underneath. I still can't quite comprehend how curiously upside-down roo penises are. Yet there I was, still losing myself to every last moment, coaxing Bruce out of his shaft and sheath, clenching at him while his paws stroked and fondled with me. A spot under my tail warmed, and .. instinct. I turned for him. By my own admission and embarassment and nervousness, I turned for that heavy set roo, and bent down and lifted my tail. Bruce, good to his word, tucked my tail gently in his paws, and slowly shifted his hips and haunches behind me.
"Good Girl. Sweet little flyer. I knew you were a special sort, Miss. Gonna feel a little nudge now, roight."
I felt it. My warm tail raised, my rump lifted and arched. I put my face against the ground a little bit, while Bruce's paws guided that slender slim but aroused kangaroo cock at my warmed and wet vulva. The sweet slit and entrance accepted his nudging, and his first few inches lovingly poked past my soft female tunnel flesh, oh hell, okay, I'll say it, my vagina.
A great tingling and flare fired through my rear end as my warm cunny sucked in what Bruce pushed forward. His slender and erect wiggling roo penis, amazingly long and flexible, slipped further within my walls, mating me and mounting me from behind. I barked the loudest most intense bark I've ever experienced. The sensations were so new, so intimaate, so exotic, my moistness produced a spasming gush of my own female kangaroo fluids over that slickening shaft of Bruce's. One thing was for sure, that boomer was going inside me and he was being so sweet and intimate and gentle, just like he promised. My tightness stretched and expanded around while he pressed and shoved more of his flaring tip and shaft deeper. I felt an urge to rock back and forth, right along with his own bouncy rhythm. I used the base of my feet to get balance.
"Bruce..." I found my voice at last in the most exotic and intimate of kangaroo moments. "I.. I've never done this before!" Which, I'm sure you figure you know is true. I had never done it before that way. I was by no means a stranger to the ladies back home, but here.. I WAS the lady. And well, yeah, okay, so I was a virgin. But not anymore, thanks to Bruce.
"Shh, yeah, I.. I'm gonna treat you special and nice. You've been doing just foine, miss. Stay tucked like that, Bruce'll make it nice and quick for you."
Suddenly I felt that curved elonging and throbbing roo prick start to eagerly nudge and bounce, pushing in and out of my cunny walls. I instinctively bucked and thrusted in reverse, clenched down and felt that sweet sensation of new stretching fill my quivering female sex. MOre juices ran and the bouncing pace increased.
Bruce panted and grunted into my ears. I let myself go and just fell submissively underneath him. I felt so intimate and lovely and tingly, yielding my kangaroo spirit and flesh to him, making him my mate and feeling that continued insistent bounce and thrust within.
A strange sort of heat spasmed. I heard Bruce behind me make a whimpered yelp as his paws clutched and clenched down. Within my tucked and tightened pussy walls, I felt that springy kangaroo dick flare and siezure. I knew his peak had hit, and then I FELT it. A curious warm eruption spasmed into my cunny, gobs of 'roo hot warm cum spurted into my slick inner walls. The stretchy outsides slickened as I felt that large red boomer behind me hilt his whole length in, those upper balls bumping against my own undertail. A wonderful scent joined that spasming and flaring peak. I sniffed and smelled, his swelling pouring another hot spurt within my womb. I felt my fur and belly tingle, my pouch warm with excitement. I just contentedly brushed my hips and haunches backwards and settled in while I got the best kangaroo fucking of my life, and took it inside me.
That moment, as intense as it was, and as intimate and lovely as I had slipped into the mind of a female kangaroo... that nagging human male psyche came suddenly back to me. That magic moment was lost for me, and I awkwardly disengaged with Bruce with a slurpy syrupy dripping.
"Bruce, I've got to go, there's been a terrible mistake and I'm so very sorry!" Emotions welled up inside and I think it was the kangaroo part in me that broke down and ran off and away from the safety of the station.
Bruce was quickly on my tail though, chasing me down. I didn't get very far when he caught up behind me, matching me pretty much bounce for bounce.
"Yer gonna tell me after all you just done for us yer just runnin away on us now? Yer as much as a team as any of those blokes in there pretendin to be somethin they're not either. Hell a couple of 'em are only second timers themselves but they wouldn't come right out and say it."
I choked back a few tears and thumped my tail against the ground. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm not supposed to be a kangaroo. I'm not supposed to be here in Australia. I want to get back to Nevada and have things back to normal!"
"Give us one more day." Bruce somberly begged. His voice was sincere, low, and humble. "Just one more day, Miss. We could sure use ya against the worst fires we ever had here in our parts. Then ya can go to wherever yer feet take ya. No harm and no worries on ya."
That's when I found myself filling buckets full of sand again. However the area we chose was very dry and hard packed. It was tough to get any surface sand and digging below only got more rough-shod and packed earth into the bucket. Fighting the fire was worse today not any better. I kept to myself, not teaming up with anyone, but I made sure that I kept shoveling and shoveling, desperately searching as if on a treasure hunt for the perfect smothering sand.
Once again some wandering sparks flared up in a small circle of flames away from the rest of the group. I instantly took a couple buckets towards the new scrap of fire. Flames started to dance quickly around me fueled by hungry and eager winds. Before I realized it, I was trapped in a circle of flames and my buckets were not going to be enough to smother it all. My feet hopped into spots where the hot flames didn't dance about. I tried to look for a way around or out, possibly my best bet was to bounce over and through them and along to safety. The more I looked, the more I realized I was truly trapped within the furnace. I cursed myself for being so brave and bold.
A few of the roos realized where I was and started shouting. They yelled, hooted, hollered and whistled and formed a brigade around my fiery trap. Buckets upon buckets of sand were thrown in my direction, but it did nothing to quell the rising flames. Submitting to the call of the fire, I lay back and let it consume me. My nose inhaled the scent of the tinder and smoke. My eyes watered and clouded, sealed shut by the soot that filled them quickly. My toes and tail ignited first, the fur singeing and burning, my whole body a mass of sudden fireball. The suit was not enough to contain the tingling fiery sensation. In these gloriously burning moments i felt my mind sway, I felt my feet shrink. My tail burned down from the tip to the base. My arms slumped down at my sides and my hands wiggled as flames coursed against them. I passed out and fell in the line of duty, proud to be "one of the boys" at last.
I woke up in a daze, next to a familiar set of rocks. I opened and closed my eyes a few times repeatedly. I was still whole. I was still alive. I sat up and looked across the deadpan of the blue-gray of the desert. It was getting dusk and I slowly stood on two perfectly human legs. A quick grip and check and yep, the parts I expected to be there were exactly as I hoped they would be. Oh, hell, alright, I fondled my own cock to be sure. I had to look around to take my bearings and get back to the camp. Now, as I sit here in front of the campfire, I stare into a small bundle of controlled flames. I wondered if what i had just experienced was all just a hallucination. Stranger things have happened, but never again would I be able to look at a fire and see the slow controlled burn of the logs. Somewhere deep within me I know those flames can consume and change a person. Maybe being a kangaroo wasn't so bad after all, even a female one at that. Maybe I could change the fate if I hadn't been so against it all, but then I've had other blown opportunities that I was still regretting. I'm sure in some way the roo that I became, in a heroic moment of compassion, was being honored as one of the fallen. I would never know for sure. I poked my campfire of dwindling flames and sighed in relief. My ordeal was over for now but somehow, I did mourn for the part of me that was kangaroo. The spirit, like a flame, would ignite in me and in time, maybe in time, I would know why a kangaroo spirit burns within me so much.
-End