The Night of the Bigfoot

By ElliAus/kangaroo08.
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Lindsey tossed and turned in her bed and found sleep difficult which was unusual for her as she normally just crashed when she hit the pillow.

Tonight, she had just finished watching a documentary about the truth and fiction behind the bigfoot legend. Her thought was awash with all sorts of fantastic scenarios, both romantic and fearful.

Every continent around the world seemed to have its own stories of large hairy ape-like animals that inhabit the deepest forests or highest mountains of most continents. The Yeti, Sasquatch, Abominable Snow Man, and the Yowie, to name a few. All seemed to have the same things in common, hairy body ginger to dark brown in most countries and white for those in the Asian Himalayan mountains, an oversized foot after all they were big, supposedly, and they smell rather badly.

Lindsey had recently moved to the mountain retreat of the blue mountains of New South Wales and had been comfortable with her new surroundings, just the right place to draft her thesis. Her seclusion helped her focus on the task at hand, and with all of the research behind her, she was solely absorbed by the need to craft her arguments. That is until now, or to be more precise, yesterday.

The visit to the Yowie museum run by a man who could best be kindly called a nut case by most people, he was amusing that was certain but fixated on the presence of Yowie in the deep forests of the mountains. David, the curator, had all sorts of so-called artifacts related to the Yowie, plaster casts of feet impressions, hair samples, apparently tested and were not of known animal or human resided in glass cases among many blurred photos on display.

The museum visit hadn’t disturbed her. Far from it, it was comical to the scientifically minded skeptic that she was. However, knowing that the documentary on the creatures real, myth, or legend was going to air this evening, Lindsey thought it would be fun to get some local background on the subject.

Now, this is what had her mind racing. Many of the sights and sounds, particularly the so-called recordings of Yowie calls, had a familiar parallel with sounds she had often heard during the night since she had arrived.

There was no stopping her mind from drifting back to those sounds she had heard and was told they were just the male Koalas calling. The sounds were tormenting her now more than ever and preventing her from sleeping. Could there be Yowie? Of course not, she chided herself, but it didn’t help. Besides her disturbing thoughts, it was an uncomfortably warm evening.

The wind, which had blown gently throughout the day, had faded to a zephyr then died altogether. With the dropping breeze, the night creatures came out to play. Insects that were attracted earlier by the light from the house were easy to feed for the bats. The occasional misjudgment of a bat resulted in a collision with the wire screens on the window. Each thump made Lindsey jump.

With the idea of sleep all but gone, Lindsey rose from her bed, perspiration saturating her flimsy nightdress. She decided that a shower and a change of night attire might help cure her insomnia. However, all that the chilly water succeeded in doing was shocking her system to an even higher state of alertness.

When as she stepped from her shower into the living room, which was not curtained because there was nothing to hide from in this remote ridge top area that looked out onto a magnificent panorama by day, but by night, except for week starlight, it was dark, very dark.

It was momentary, but Lindsey, from the corner of her eye, caught the movement of a dark shadow that passed between the rising moon and the house. It was not a flash of a night bird, but at slow, deliberate, and measured movement, then it was gone.

As the shadow passed from her view, a howling scream started low and built to a defining crescendo. Lindsey froze to the spot, dripping and naked. She wanted to move but couldn’t. That was the very sound the guest, a so-called expert on the show, and David at the museum had described.

The frightened girl just stared at the darkness beyond the thick glass window, her heart racing so fast that her chest wobbled. Then without removing her eyes from the place she had seen, the shadow Lindsey edged to the switch that fired the generator that provided her only source of electricity. When she heard the humming of the petrol engine, she flipped the external light switch that bathed the space between the house and the dense tree line with yellow light.

Still shaking with fear, Lindsey edged across to the big window and peered out. To the left, then the right, then straight ahead. There it was, she gave a start, a movement, not much granted but a movement never the less in the underbrush. The shaking leaves had caught Lindsey’s attention, and her heart rate lifted again. And she took a step back from the glass and watched closely as the small underbrush parted. A warm trickle down her leg made her curse. She had peed herself with fear.

In the brief moment that it had taken for her to look down then up again, the underbrush had stopped moving. There in the lonely house, naked, staring out into the darkened valley that spread before her, Lindsey stood trembling. There would be no sleep tonight.

Unable to go back to bed, Lindsey doused the outside light and turned on the reading lamp next to the lounge. For the remainder of the long hot night, she read her notes. Sometime during the early morning hours, she finally dropped off to sleep still naked, half sitting half lying supported by pillows.

The sun was well up when she finally shook herself fully awake. Ever mindful of the nights’ events, she went to the window to look out on the more friendly daytime vista that stretched before her. Lindsey had been standing there for several minutes, taking in the view when she turned to go. Then she jumped back, a look of pure fear on her face. Her eyes had been focused through the window glass into the yard, the valley, and forest beyond the window. Now, as she turned, she was looking more closely at the window itself.

There were two full dirty handprints about eighty centimeters apart on the glass. They were big palms and fingerprints, very big. Lindsey reached up to the impressions, and it was as high as she could reach on the big window. She put her hand against the glass opposite the paw print and shuddered. This was one big critter, she mused. Lindsey’s empty stomach churned, and her heart began to race as her eyes flicked around the once-friendly landscape that had turned foreboding.

A shiver of fear ran through Lindsey’s entire body as she realized each print had only three fingers and a thumb. Right between the two paw prints and just a little higher was the clear imprint of a large open mouth. A line of dribble had run from one corner of the mouth, leaving a glistening trail that clung stickily to the glass. Several strands of dark hair were stuck to the otherwise clean glass panel. Something during the night had been watching her. Lindsey backed up to the bedroom. She slammed the door and threw herself onto the bed, and began to sob. The events of the night had just been too much.

When the racking sobs subsided, she just lay there thinking. She could have put it all down to her fertile imagination if it hadn’t been for the hand marks on the window. The lip outline and dribble must have meant the beast had been watching her for some time, just how long made her shiver and start weeping afresh. It was mid-morning before Lindsey was able to regain her confidence and dress before re-entering the living area to begin work on the all-important thesis, but her mind wandered away from the topic constantly.

Try as she may, there was no way that she could focus on the task at hand. Her mind kept returning to the events of the previous evening. Her imagination had developed a picture of a hairy Yowie pressed against the glass, watching her sleeping. God knows what crude thoughts were running through its mind as it watched her laying naked on the lounge chair. The drool probably answered that question. After another hour, Lindsey decided that she would drive back to the museum and talk to the strange man that ran the place.

“Hello, didn’t I see you here yesterday?”

“Uh … oh, yes, yes I was here,” Lindsey replied to the man she recognized as the owner. There were only a few tired tourists in the little museum at this time, with no tourist buses in the parking lot. It was the kind of place you stopped at more to break your trip than to satisfy your belief in Yowie.

“By the way, my name is David, David Fardel. You are?

“Lindsey Wilson.”

“Can I get some more information about Yowie, please; you know things like what they look like? The sounds they make? Do they approach houses in the night, perhaps? you know things like that.” The proprietor went into his story, the one he used on all visitors each day.

“No, not the usual stuff, the other stuff. I think one has been around my house,” suddenly, the man’s attitude changed. He was not talking to a skeptic but perhaps a new believer.

“You have seen a Yowie? Come, come into my office.” he took Lindsey by the elbow and led the way into the tiny room that was only big enough for a desk and two chairs. There were also numerous books on Bigfoot adorning the shelves that were placed high on the wall so as not to cut into the limited room space. He sat and signaled Lindsey to sit on the other chair. “So, you have seen a Yowie?”

“No, not seen one, well maybe but not clearly. But I have seen evidence of one and also a brief glimpse of a shadow moving across the lawn on the edge of the forest.” He looked a little disappointed at first, and then he gathered himself enough to ask

“What evidence?”

“Well, after I heard noises and saw the shadow of a figure moving across my yard, I couldn’t sleep, and I sat up for most of the night before I fell off to sleep in the early morning. When I woke, there were two big paw prints on my window where someone or something had watched me for some time, when I was sleeping, at least I think it was when I was sleeping maybe I was awake, and all I had on was a lamp, it was dark outside you understand, don’t you?

“Yes, of course, I do. When did this happen, Lindsey?”

“Last night.”

“Okay, the hands, can you tell me just how big they were?”

“Oh, about this big,” Lindsey held two index fingers apart to indicate the length.

“So, they were about half as big as a human hand, anything else.”

“Well, it was the only marks on the glass, but there were definitely only three fingers and a thumb on each hand.” Now David was interested.

“These marks, you cleaned them off the window?” David asked what he hoped was not true.

“No, they’re still there. I wasn’t courageous enough to go outside, even to look.”

“Will you be prepared to show me these prints” Lindsey agreed, and they drove to Lindsey’s holiday house on the escarpment?

When they arrived at the house, David went to the narrow backyard. He was walking about sniffing at the air.

“Do you smell that,” he looked directly at Lindsey and raised his eyebrows.

Lindsey sniffed deeply, then sniffed again as she moved closer to the Bigfoot Enthusiast.

“Yes… I think I do. It’s faint but smells something like, like a, a wet dog…yes a wet dog stench after it has rolled in something awful, that’s what it smells like.”

“Yowie!” David was excited. “That’s the smell of Yowie. I have smelled it many times before where sightings have happened.” He moved closer to the bush and looked about the underbrush that grew tightly together, impenetrable, or so it seemed. Lindsey stayed close to him, and the short hairs on her arms and legs were standing on end. The feeling was electric.

The man caught Lindsey’s arm and, with his free hand, pointed toward the big bay windows that overlooked the valley.

“That the window?”

“Yes, the one in the center.” They both took the stairs to the landing two at a time, so anxious is David to see what the evidence may reveal. He went straight to the window and immediately identified the handprints. Although they were now dry, they were clear and crisp. He inspected them for some time then turned to Lindsey.

“Your wrong,” he declared.

“Wrong?”

“Yes, wrong, the thing that made those palm prints had four fingers and a thumb on each hand, not three. See, see, there just the tip of the finger. He put his carry case down, opened it and extracted a brush, and dusted the prints. “Yes, yes, there are four fingers.

David then, with a magnifying glass, inspected the prints closely before making a copy of them. When he had done his detailed inspection of the hand and palm prints, he moved on to the lip impression. Then he methodically worked his way down the window removing things with his tweezers as he went. He continued down until he reached the floor.

“Here, misses Wilson, come here and look closely.”

On the wooden decking was a damp stain. Lindsey looked but didn’t understand. “he dribbled a lot, didn’t he.” she observed.

“Oh no, not dribble,” David blushed but said no more until he had collected as much of the material as he could and placed it in a vile. “That miss Wilson, he paused, swallowed, and blushed his semen.”

“Look, look there, and there he pointed at several large splashes above normal hip height on the glass. The thing that was here has masturbated while he watched you,” the uncomfortable David observed… Lindsey shuddered at the vision of a smelly Yowie bigfoot jacking off at the sight of her nakedness.

David looked up at the standing girl, “can I ask a question, Miss Wilson?” She nodded, biting her lip as the vision still played in her mind.

“You were wearing Pajamas? It’s important to understand the cognitive powers of the beast; otherwise, I wouldn’t ask such a question.” his eyes burned into the girls’ eyes.

“Not exactly.”

“You were wearing nothing?” Lindsey nodded, “Nothing at all?” she nodded again. David stood and retreated from the landing and headed for the front of the house.

Once inside, Lindsey made a pot of tea and took it into the living room, and sat in the chair opposite the Bigfoot hunter who was unpacking a second case that he had retrieved from his car.

“Would you mind me bugging the outside of the house with sound recorders and cameras?”

“No, not at all if it helps me find out what was outside the house last night. I won’t sleep soundly until I do, and maybe not even then, depending on what you find.” they drank their tea, and David attached the recording equipment. By the time he had finished, it was becoming dark.

“I’ll sleep in the car if you don’t mind,” David informed Lindsey, “that way, I’ll be able to respond to any indication of activity.”

“No, stay in the house. I’ll feel better with the company.”

Although Franks was reluctant, Lindsey made a bed for him behind the lounge so any visitor could not see him from the window. David then asked Lindsey to act as she had done last evening.

“Sleep naked on the Lounge?” there was a hint of panic in her voice.

“No, no, please in pajamas but make sure you can be seen from the window.

The night was a long one, and at first light, David and Lindsey were outside looking for evidence. They smelled the strong feral odor once more, but it was stronger than it had been the previous day obviously because it was fresher, but there were no other physical signs, not even a footprint. Lindsey felt a little strange the longer she was breathing in the musky aroma. Yes, it was unpleasant, but after sniffing it several times, it lost its nasty edge and, to the girl at least, became more fragrant and alluring. Lindsey shook her head to clear the crazy sensation and followed David to the cameras that also showed nothing except one strange, blurred image on the camera that was focused back on the window.

David remained at the house all of that day except for a brief trip to town to get some supplies. When he returned, they discussed what could be done to entice the Yowie back to the house. Finally, reluctantly, Lindsey decided to do what had brought him to the house in the first place.

She would remain naked in the sitting room with the reading light on all night. Being naked in front of a stranger worried her a lot. However, she considered David to be strange and perhaps eccentric but doubted if he was a rapist. Still, Lindsey was young and attractive, and she knew that even the best of men might weaken at the sight of her lush body.

By now, her initial fear of the unknown beast had grown to a deep curiosity about the Yowie. The possibility of a strange legendary beast lusting after her made her feel a little excited. She needed to see the bigfooted monster, and the sooner, the better.

It was eight o’clock before they finished a delicious steak meal, and Lindsey opened a bottle of wine. She still needed the courage to go naked, and wine always helped in lifting her courage.

As the late summer sun finally set, David took up his position behind the lounge and out of sight of the window. Tonight he had hooked up a small monitor to the adjustable outside video camera, and he was going to make every effort to track the animal if it returned. Stalling, Lindsey decided that she would have a shower before taking up her spot on the lounge as Yowie bait.

Behind the cover of the lounge chair, David heard the shower stop, and moments later, Lindsey emerged from the bathroom naked. For a brief moment, David got a glimpse of Lindsey’s luscious young body. Immediately he went hard, and perhaps for a moment, if quizzed, he would not have remembered what he was here for. But, eccentric that he was, he was soon back on track as he dragged his thoughts from his aching groin to his monitor. The cameras he was using for surveillance were all ultraviolet night cameras, and the greenish image flickered back at him with surprising clarity.

The evening dragged on, and Lindsey spent her time trying to work on her thesis. Every half hour or so, she would go to the window and look out into the semi-darkness beyond. It must have been near two in the morning when on one of her visits to the window, she saw movement on the stairway leading up to the verandah. She froze her heart rate increased instantly.

“David, David,” She hissed the name twice, then her mouth dropped open as the shaggy head appeared above the landing deck followed by broad hairy shoulders before the entire body of what could only be a Yowie stepped onto the deck near her expansive glass window.

Lindsey remained frozen to the spot as the strange form moved cautiously toward the window. She stood with her mouth open in a silent scream as the Yowie came right up to the dividing glass. The beast’s eyes were two liquid pools of brown that bored into the girl’s blue eyes unblinking.

The Yowie pressed against the glass, trying to reach out for the girl on the other side. Lindsey tried to move, but fear held her immobile. The Yowie tried several times to reach out toward the girl, but each time he did, the glass foiled his efforts.

Realizing he was not able to touch the girl, the Yowie placed his hand on the glass in a similar position to the one he had been in two nights previously. Lindsey could hear faint crying whimpering noise that seemed to come from the beast creature as he gradually pressed his entire body against the glass barrier. Lindsey leaned forward and placed a hand up to the giant paw only millimeters away through the thin barrier in a sympathetic gesture. However, the Yowie grew more agitated at the girls’ response and seeing the apparent agitation, Lindsey withdrew her hand.

The Yowie remained pressed hard up against the barrier separating him from the girl. Sensing any immediate danger had passed, Lindsey was now able to move. She stepped back from the window, and her hand came immediately to her mouth. The Yowie was rubbing his lower body against the smooth surface that separated him from the girl, and he had a large erection. It was like a baboon’s penis that she had seen once. It showed light pink in the low light of the reading lamp, with a head that was much bigger than the shaft. Almost mesmerized, Lindsey watched, thinking that thing was like a pink club. It was human-like but defiantly not human and not like an ape either.

Even later, Lindsey couldn’t explain why she did it, but without apparent thought, she stepped right up to the glass again, so the hairy beast and the soft naked flesh of the girl were almost touching. Her belly button was at the same level as the Yowie testicles that were ponderous and bull-like. The animal’s cock rubbed the glass, and Lindsey could even feel the warmth of the animal through the thin barrier.

They remained like that for some minutes, Lindsey looking up into the hairy features as the beast that was looked back down at the tiny girl. Then the Yowie raised his head and bellowed loudly. At the same time, Lindsey felt the glass against her stomach become warm, and the warmth spread. Without looking down, the girl knew the beast had cum against the window.

A flash broke the spell as David had tripped the color camera located near the window frame. The Yowie screamed with surprise, and as several more flashes seared into the darkness, the beast cleared the rail of the deck in one bound and was gone into the night.

The flash also startled Lindsey as well as the hairy creature. Her nerves were so strung out so much that she folded to the floor in a faint. David had run to the window as the first flash turned the night into day for the briefest of moments. He looked down at the naked girl but didn’t pause as he swung the door open and ran onto the deck. There was no sign of the allusive beast, nor was there any indication of what direction he may have taken in his headlong flight away from what was to him, a mysterious thing.

Some time had passed, and Lindsey had recovered from her faint and was perched on the lounge drinking her favorite brew, tea.

David had immediately searched the grounds for a few minutes but was unable to find a trace of the allusive beast, nothing, but its distinctive odor remained. He had returned to the house in time to carry the naked girl to the lounge and cover her with her dressing gown before she came to her senses. David was busy downloading the photos from his numerous cameras.

Sitting across from the still shaky girl, he went carefully through the photographic record of the nights’ events on his laptop. He didn’t even notice the half-naked women-only feet from him. This was his dream come true, his life’s work, that at times even to him, had seemed more like a myth than a reality. The Yowie did exist, he had seen it, and he had clear incontestable photos of the creature both moving and still.

He also had DNA samples from the copious semen that the beast had discharged onto the window, and now he could show the world that the Bigfoot did exist, and he was not just another strange nutter that lived a fantasy life.

David finally looked up from his computer. “How are you now, Lindsey?” The tiny girl smiled hesitantly.

“Shaky David, real shaky.”

“What happened at the window? You walked right up to him. Why?” He had to ask but didn’t want to.

“I’m not sure. I was thinking, walking away, and the next thing I was at the glass reaching for his hand. I’ll tell you now, David, that creature has some sort of power. His eyes just draw you to him.” David listened and nodded as she spoke.

“apart from his eyes, what did he look like?”

“Well, he was hairy, but you can see that on the photos, it was brownish-black, and he had what looked like a long droopy mustache, a beard that seemed to grow right from his bottom lip and a deep fringe almost but not quite covering his eyes. His head was egg-shaped and pointy, and his nose was broad, broader than neuroid. His lips, well, from what I could see they were thin, and he was slobbering a lot. His teeth were white and very even with just the hint of a yellow stain about the gums. I mentioned his eyes, didn’t I? David nodded, and Lindsey continued, “Well, they were close together and large brown and watery. The fir around them was matted and wet.”

“About the only other thing I saw was his chest. It wasn’t as hairy as the rest of him, and he had nipples like a women’s on small breasts, not like a man’s chest at all. That’s it, I guess.”

“that’s all you saw?”

“yes, that’s all.” Lindsey paused and blushed, “Well, I did see one other thing.”

“Yes?”

“His penis, It was erect, and it looked like a fleshy club. The end was a lot bigger than the shaft thickness. It was quite long as well, longer than a man’s and just as thick the tip was bulbous, and I think it sort of flared when he ejaculated, but I just caught the briefest glimpse.”

“Yes, I saw his semen on the window. I collected a good amount of several ounces, I think, and there was more. He seems to have more than a passing attraction toward you.” Lindsey blushed hotly.

For some time, David just sat thinking while Lindsey went back to drinking her tea. Finally, both fell asleep where they sat.

The following two nights, the same trap was set for the Bigfoot, but it didn’t appear. Lindsey had finally had enough, and she needed desperately to complete her thesis. It was not going to happen here, so she packed up and went back to the university, which was less than ideal for Lindsey’s style of writing. David stayed on with Lindsey’s permission and spent another week at the holiday house before he too gave up any hope of seeing the Yowie again, at least for now.

When the story finally broke, David became an even greater laughing stock than he had been. He had made no mention of Lindsey when he told his story, as they had discussed. They had both expected that they would be believed, and both were surprised by the response. The skeptics came out of the woodwork to shoot holes in Franks’ story, and they were at their pompous best when it came to bisecting the photos and video.

So-called experts claimed the Yowie was a man dressed in a fury suit. David was criticized for the quality of the night shots and video. That he had not been able to use any lighting for fear of discouraging the Yowie was conveniently forgotten for the sake of their arguments. Even the DNA was discredited as being contaminated.

Lindsey didn’t speak up during this period, but she felt bad for the man who she knew to be right. It wasn’t until after her graduation with her hard-won doctorate that she sought the advice of friends and family about what she should do. Most were surprised by her admission to having been there. They were even more surprised that she claimed to be the one that lured the Yowie to the house. She pointed out that she was the faint shadow seen in one of the photos that people considered to be a reflection. The skeptics were using this photo to debunk the entire Yowie story. Her friend’s advice was to forget all about it and pretend it never happened. Even David told her to let it go.

Lindsey couldn’t stay quiet and went to press and television with her story. Although most reporters and commentators tried to shake her story, they couldn’t. After several weeks of persistence, she began to win some people over. One of her supporters turned out to be a university professor of anthropology who said that he could secure funding to try to prove one way or another the validity of David and Lindsey’s claims, but the two needed to be involved. Both agreed, and Lindsey would be taken on a journey she would sometimes regret and sometimes enjoy.

It took another three months to organize what would be or should have been a well-organized search for the allusive Yowie. The man in charge was to be Professor Long, and he had a magazine and television sponsorship that would support Lindsey, David, himself, and six undergraduates on a six-week excursion into the rugged and isolated valleys of the Blue Mountains. Initially, the people from the TV station wanted to send a crew along to film everything that happened. Professor Long and David were in two minds about the idea, but Lindsey said no, defiantly not. She reasoned that the Media finances were welcome and necessary, but she considered them without scruples and that they would insist on doing things their way to the detriment of everyone’s reputation. This resulted in weeks of negotiation that finally meant reduced funding, but they did provide recording equipment and training for some of the crew to be able to use the cameras and recorders, including the Professor.

The planning meeting had decided that instead of aimless wandering about in the dense bush, they would start where the Yowie had been last sighted, near the holiday cabin. If no additional sightings were made around the house, then they would move into the valleys of the blue mountains national park, Into the wild and remote area called Wild dog mountains, then upward toward the headwaters where there were many 8ths and ninth order streams that gradually fed into larger and larger streams closer to the coast. In this area, the Jenolan Caves were located, a vast network of limestone caves, not all of which had been explored. It could be a target area if a Yowie were to be found. It would be a long hard trek, and the Professor hoped they would not have to go that far.

The first night at the cabin was uneventful, and the outer and inner perimeter surveillance cameras recorded nothing but possums, koalas, wallabies, and bandy coots. That was unusual, and Lindsey wondered if the Yowie had seen the new arrivals who had crowed into the house. The big panoramic window hid nothing at all. However, there may be another reason altogether, and although neither David nor Lindsey wanted to mention her being nude the only two times the Yowie had appeared, they felt that they should let the Professor know.

After two nights of no show and no Yowie hint of scent in the vicinity, David encouraged Lindsey to tell the Professor about her being nude. Well, when she finally did, Professor Long was not a pleased person; after some ranting and accusing Lindsey of being very unprofessional, considering her education status, he decided on staying another night at the cabin.

It was Autumn, but only just. The weather was mild but far from the sweltering summer night that had first encouraged Lindsey to remain naked, which had allowed the Yowie to see her without a human covering of clothing.

Two of the undergraduates in the party were young women, so the Professor decided that they would stay with Lindsey in the Living room of the cabin for the company while the men would set up their monitors in the bedroom, none of them pointing in the direction of the nude Lindsey and pajama-clad women.

If the beast was interested in women, then three young women alone might be the bait that was needed. This night, like all of the previous nights, was a disappointment and resulted in no contact with the Yowie. After breakfast, a decision was made to move out into the valley immediately.

They hadn’t gone more than a mile down a steep path, then veering into the thick undergrowth when David called back along the now strung outline holding his finger to his lips for quiet.

“Use your noses,” He whispered, “can you smell anything strange.” He asked when everyone had bunched up.

“I can smell something like wet dog fur that’s been in swampy water Sam, one of the undergraduates, observed. It stinks most of the men, and Vanessa agrees.

“Yes,” Michelle also agreed with the men, “it is like that, and it is certainly smelly, but there is something different, different to anything I have smelled before, it’s awful but… kind of well I can’t explain, but it sort of makes me feel tingly if you know what I mean. “Lindsey nodded agreement with Michelle, and the rest just frowned.

What is it?” Michelle asked David. Then all of the others were offering an opinion to what it might be, trying to describe the stench some were unflattering. Lindsey and Michelle both decided that yes, it was foul, but both were disturbed by the odor in a different way. Michelle whispered to Lindsey, and it kind of makes me all runny,” Lindsey frowned but nodded agreement

“It’s Yowie,” David answered as he looked about the thick bush. “He was here sometime early this morning. It smells too strong to be much older. That pong lingers, and I have smelled it before near the house. David and the Professor talked while one of the young men filmed their discussion as he had been doing on significant occasions for the last few days.”

“Is he still around, do you think,” The Professor inquired

“No, I don’t think so. He won’t hang around. He would have taken off as soon as he heard us, and we were making plenty of noise bashing our way through the scrub the way we were. Still, we now know he’s in the locality. It might be a clever idea to make a camp close to here.

“Quite a good idea. Look down there, Near that split boulder. Just through the trees, there is a cleared area. At least the underbrush has been thinned out,” David agreed.

A hundred meters lower on the slope, where the thick scrub turned into more open vegetation that had most likely been cleaned out by a recent fire after lightning struck a tree that was now a dead skeleton of its former leafy self, they made camp.

While things were being set up, the Professor was sitting alone and appeared deep in thought. After a while, he walked back up the slope and disappeared into the thicker scrub. Several minutes passed before he returned and called Lindsey aside.

“Now you say no if you don’t want to do this, but there is a spot about sixty meters up the slope where we could set up cameras and trip wires pretty easily. It would be an ideal spot to get photos of the beast if it appears,” Lindsey creased her lip and nodded as she looked where the Professor pointed. He continued when he received no verbal objection, “I was thinking that you may consider being the bait that lures the beast into the camera trap. I shouldn’t ask. Of course, it is dammed unprofessional of me, but if we alarm the place well enough, it will be safe, and if help is needed, we could be there in seconds with the stun guns. I don’t wish to or even expect to use them, but they remain a good backup.”

Lindsey looked at the Professor for a while, then lowered her head and walked away several yards, turned, and faced him again. She saw the clear danger of making herself the bait, it was stupid and dangerous, but this entire expedition to find a Yowie was just that. However, she also saw the chance to prove she was not making this all up. It was a scary idea. Sure she may not be alone, but she would be vulnerable. The bush here was the Yowie’s backyard, or that’s the way it seemed to be.

“You want me to stay out in the bush all by myself, alone just waiting on the Yowie to attack me?”

The Professor looked ashamed, “Of course, I shouldn’t have even considered it. It’s just that, well, I want so desperately to help David and you convince the skeptics that the Bigfoot does exist. Your right; I shouldn’t have even considered the idea.” He lowered his head and shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked back to the other expedition members who were sitting around the fire.

Lindsey watched the man, who was the only one to back her publicly, looking dejected as he walked away. She was annoyed at herself for being afraid. She reached a hand out then took a step forward.

“Professor, could we at least talk about this further she called out,” He looked up and tried to suppress the slightest of grins.

“Yes, of course, Lindsey.” he was quickly back with the girl.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” Lindsey surprised herself as she agreed, “but you have to promise that you will come at the first sign of the Yowie.”

“I’ll do everything in my power to protect you, and you have my word. There is one other thing, though. It seems that this Yowie creature has some sexual interest in you. You realize that?”

“Yes, Professor, I do realize that only too well.” She felt her tummy churn and wondered just why she had said yes to such a dangerous thing.

“He had only appeared for extended periods when you were naked, and each time he has masturbated.” A long pause ensued as the Professor avoided Lindsey’s eyes. “ Would it be asking too much for you too,” he paused again before continuing. “be naked,” he said the last two words quickly, then clenched his teeth and made a little frown as he said naked.

Lindsey walked off toward the group who were preparing a cold lunch before she turned to the Professor.

“You will need plenty of time to set up, Professor.” She smiled weakly and took a sandwich that was offered.

One of the undergraduates who was setting up the cameras and sensors returned and offhandedly observed that he could still smell that horrible stench out there.

The Professor asked the others if they could smell the distinctive Yowie smell, and they all agreed that they had done especially on the upper slope where everyone had smelled it earlier. They all agreed that it was especially strong out near the two big rocks that seem to have tumbled from the hillside relatively recent past and split apart.

“Makes your stomach turn it does,” Sam observed

The days were becoming short now, and by five o’clock in the afternoon, it was cool in the valley. Lindsey was already organized for the evening, and finally, the others had gone downwind of her location. Everything was ready.

After the last of the party moved out of sight, Lindsey moved inside the monitored area. She looked around and gave a nervous sigh, and finally began to undress. This was crazy, she thought. How could she let herself be talked into this? Well, it had been parting a convincing argument and part her wanting to prove that the Yowie existed and be able to convince others, for certain that it did. That is why she had succumbed to the idea of being a piece of naked bait. She rationalized her agreement.

Being naked and alone in the bush was liberating and scary equally, and she felt both emotions. However, with others so close to helping and protecting her, she had nothing to worry about. She shuddered and looked at her bumpy goose flesh, then looked around for the blanket to cover herself with. At first, she had intended to just remove her jeans and pants, but finally, she removed all her clothing. A hot blush spread from her toes to her head at the realization.

Was this how nudists felt, she wondered. The freedom of being naked in the forest alone was a special feeling. It was quite cool now. The chill of the mountain air would be seeping into her bones before too long. An early hunter of the night winged past like a dark shadow in the dimming light, its broad wings almost soundless. The insects had gone quiet, and the day birds were settling in for the night, their final noisy chatter subsided, and all was quiet. If she didn’t know there were eight other people just sixty meters away, she might be forgiven for thinking she was the only person in the world.

The moon was already above the horizon, and that was a comforting ball shimmering through the trees. Without fire or a lamp, it was going to be her only light. Lindsey knew that total darkness would be the scariest of situations, even with people close by. Already her pulse rate was elevated. She tried to overlook her tensions as she scouted her immediate surroundings for the tiny orchard-like flowers that grew close to the forest floor. The soft earth pressed between her toes as she walked. The flowers were most numerous near two large sandstone boulders that had parted from the escarpment thousands of years before and now nurtured the most delicate of bush flora.

If she had looked up at that moment, she might have been very afraid. Between the twin boulders, unnoticed by anyone who had set up the trip wires and infrared beams at the last moment before departing, was a well-concealed bundle of fur. Lindsey had smelled the Yowie’s scent like the others had and presumed, like they had, that it was the lingering odor that she and the others had detected earlier. The two big pools of brown looked at the naked girl with unrequited lust.

As Lindsey moved back to her bedroll, the Yowie’s eyes followed her. She was different from his female, and she had no fur except on the top of her head and between her legs. Her breasts were firm and not sagging like those of most Yowie females. She probably had not given birth, he observed. What he had seen were many males paying attention to her and following her all day. He could smell her female scent, not strong but unmistakable when she was close. Perhaps she was in season. He would find out soon.

The last time he had seen this female was many moons ago when she was in her cave. She had tried to come to him then, but something had come between them, something the fur-less ones used on their caves. This time the fur-less female would be his, this was his environment, and he could outsmart the other puny males, if that is what they were, that was following her like a dingo bitch in heat.

As Lindsey settled on her bedroll, the Yowie unfolded himself from his hiding place and, in the fading light, moved silently, using his abundant stalking skills, in getting close to the naked girl who was now partly covered by the rug. His mastery at silent movement and concealment kept him hidden from view. He had seen the humans with strange things, placing them at different locations. They took many hours to do what they were doing, and they had even stretched a long thread around the place where the female now rested. That puzzled him.

Lindsey thought the smell of Yowie was stronger as she stared into the gloom but could not be sure. She looked about nervously but saw nothing. Lindsey realized she was getting jumpy, and her nerves were on edge.

A brief time later, she was sure she was not becoming overwrought. The smell, beyond question, grew stronger each second, and she knew that the Yowie was defiantly here somewhere. She looked all around, pausing on anything that looked out of place, but Lindsey couldn’t see anything suspicious. She strained her eyes in the moonlight but still saw nothing. It couldn’t be too close. The tripwire, although not originally planned, and infrared beams would be broken if anything passed through them. There was no unusual sound coming from the camp to indicate that they had any concerns. She relaxed.

Then as if a curtain had been drawn back, the Yowie appeared in front of her. Lindsey opened her eyes wide; her mouth formed a scream, but no sound came. Her throat had tightened, constricted with dread allowed only a croak to pass her lips. The Bigfoot appeared huge, standing there in the moonlight, and Lindsey cringed away from the hairy beast who stood motionless near her feet. The terrified girl was clutching the rug tightly to her nakedness. Why hadn’t the alarms been activated?

The Yowie drew closer, and the creature’s stench made her gag, but there was something about that smell that excited her as well. Lindsey just stared up at the hairy beast with terrified eyes. She wanted to turn away, but she couldn’t. Even in the dim light, those large penetrating brown pools held her gaze. The monstrous, fur-covered beast stood over the tiny naked girl who was partly concealed by the blanket. Her eyes were huge blue watering pools of fear. Her heart raced alarmingly.

Lindsey could not have, at that moment, explained her feelings if she had been asked. Fear certainly, Uncertainty unquestionably, anger perhaps there was a little anger, but most of all, there was a growing sense of excitement. The undeniable stench of the creature was fading and being replaced by a stronger, more overpowering, and alluring odor.

The confused girl felt uncomfortable with her feelings at that moment. The fear of being harmed seemed to be diminishing, and although her heart still raced, she seemed drawn to this creature in a way that was as beyond explanation as were all her other emotions—the alarm, where was the alarm. Lindsey looked about for help, but there were just the regular camp noises.

Slowly the beast knelt at Lindsey’s feet, and her eyes followed his every move. Hesitantly he reached out one large paw, and she gasped as the rough fingers gently fondle one of her ample, though not huge, globes. Lindsey let the blanket fall from her hands.

The creature was curious, perhaps unsure of this tiny naked creature who was female but different, quite different, from his own kind. She smelled strange as well, a human smell, but that smell was tainted by the unmistakable smell of a female in heat.

The girl gasped, and the creature paused but didn’t let his fingers part from the smooth, warm breast. Lindsey kept staring into the beast’s eyes with a furtive look down to his exploring hands as he jiggled one then the other breast in fascination.

Two large fingers squeezed her nipple until she winced. The Yowie immediately removed his hand from her and looked at his finger as if expecting to see something. The alarms, the flashes Why hadn’t the activated Lindsey’s mind screamed out for the helpers to arrive?

Lindsey bit her bottom lip and trembled as she reached out for the hand of the creature while still unable to take her eyes from the Yowie’s fur-covered face. Thick lips were flaring nostrils sloping chin and brow. The beast pressed closer, and again the body odor was making her ill, but she still didn’t scream, couldn’t scream. Where were they, she was thinking, but no sound other than her heartbeat and the purring sound of the Yowie could be heard. Lindsey felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she neared a faint. The nausea passed, and the other smell returned as the Yowie drew even closer. It was a weird alluring odor that seemed to seep into her senses.

The intimidated girl was gripped by a fascinated fear that she tried to suppress. As the Yowie sniffed the air several times, then he leaned forward and sniffed her legs, his shaggy head moving up to her crotch. The long lank hair tickled her inner thighs that, until then, she hadn’t realized were slightly parted.

Immediately Lindsey clamped her legs tightly closed. The creature’s pungent odor grew more overpowering the closer he got. He sniffed the sparse fur on Lindsey’s mound. A reflex from surprise leads her to inhale with a deep gasp, and her stomach tightened then heaved. She had felt a sudden bitter rush of bile into her throat. With so little warning, she threw her head to the side. Her tummy heaved sharply. She gagged then heaved several more times more, expelling her vomited onto her blanket.

The Bigfoot lent back as the girl’s stomach heaved, and she threw up. He looked at her quizzically. Undeterred, he continued to explore Lindsey’s beckoning odor. He was sure she was in season, but she wouldn’t show him her sex.

He stroked her legs with both hands, knowing his other females had responded to being stroked. Lindsey attempted to wriggle away from the hands but with little conviction.

The beasts seemed to exude a powerful odor now. It had been present and alluring, but now it was a more powerful feral, sharp, musky scent odor that made Lindsey feel giddy.

The vile-smelling fur remained sickening, but it no longer dominated. The musky smell was a combination of smells like ammonia, wet decaying wood, and a damp earthy smell. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant to her olfactory senses.

It was a feral smell that Lindsey likened to the smell she had first encountered when she had been near a buck goat’s enclosure at a farm she had visited. The female goats found it irresistible. Her male companion, on the day, found it disgusting, but she had found it magnetic, and it lingered in her nostrils for hours afterward.

It was this feral muskiness that made her head dizzy with a new sensation. Lindsey’s eyes grew even wider. Her fear persisted, but it was no longer a mortal fear. It was a fear of the unknown. It was a feeling of remoteness, a strange comfortable feeling. The Yowie ran his paws along her leg and feet, and Lindsey just watched.

Her voice had returned as she became more relaxed, but she didn’t scream. She spoke with a wavering little girl voice, directly to the monster. “Please, Yowie, please don’t hurt me.”

The Yowie frowned and tilted his head first one way then the other, and made a soothing cat-like purr.

“Oh god, the alarms, please, please, ring,” she whispered as her resistance dwindled. She should have screamed but didn’t. She had been abandoned, but worse still, she didn’t care

On his knees, the Yowie moved along the reclining girl’s side. She trembled and flinched with an expectant fear as the beast continued stroking her. He was close, close now. Lindsey felt her belly tighten and her heart rate that had steadied increase.

Lindsey had continually focused on the Yowie’s face, ugly and brutal except for those brown pools that seemed hypnotic. Now she rolled onto her side and lowered her head to look upon the Yowie’s body, and there it was, the source of the new smell. His club-like erection glistened shiny and black, pink in the moonlight. A bead of clear liquid clung to its bulbous tip. Her hand to her mouth, she bit her finger and watched mesmerized. She was shivering, sweating, and making silly noises as she watched and drowned in the musky maleness so close.

Please, Mr. Yowie, do not hurt me,” she wined. The Yowie continued to purr softly, hypnotically, and like in the house months before. She felt drawn to the beast.

The Bigfoot leaned forward and again began to stroke Lindsey’s breasts and nipples. She shuddered as she felt her nipples harden and tug at her chest in response to the beast’s gentle but insistent kneading. She groaned and rolled into the large cupping paws.

The Yowie’s eyes lit up. He was familiar with this response and looked down to see if the girl had relaxed her legs, a sign of acceptance. They hadn’t parted much, but her behind was lifting a little from the blanket, and her knees were now bent. He knew she would be ready soon.

Lindsey bit her lip and looked at the smelly beast’s light pink and thick erection in front of her face. It protruded from a fury sheath. It was human-looking, but the sheath was dog-like and the tip of the penis like a stallion though much, much smaller. It was dribbling with anticipation as it jerked about erratically stiff and rigid. Her head was buzzing, her senses overwhelmed by the drug-like effect of the strong beast musk. Her nostrils flared, inhaling ravenously the acrid musk that made her feel dizzy, moist, and loose.

The night air gently caressed her swollen labia as Lindsey ever parted thighs. She was beyond caring.

The Yowie continued to play with this human female’s breast as she moaned and writhed under the constant stimulation of the smelly creature. The musky odor of his leaking sex was working on her brain, and she felt herself becoming runny and receptive. She moaned aloud with disgust and denial. It was wrong, so wrong, but she acted as only a woman can. She couldn’t deny her body’s demands.

She could no longer resist every thought about being fulfilled. She groaned at her lack of willpower, but her resistance was gone, and she vaguely realized that she defiantly felt like she did the night she had gone up to the window.

The beast seemed to have some strange attraction, and it wasn’t his hygiene. No rational thoughts were dominating her mind. She was at this moment a female animal deeply in heat. Something deep inside her, maybe the musk of the creature or those deep watery brown eyes she didn’t care or know which one it was, had carried her to the primal level of need.

The Yowie smelt the rush of women’s scent as Lindsey grew even wetter. Her signals were strong. His ever-watchful eyes saw the white legs begin to flutter and part as those almond blue eyes of the tiny girl next to him stared into his demanding pools.

The beast, sensing achievement, moved back to her feet. As he did, he slid his paws along the writhing female’s body and clutched a leg with each paw, gently parting her. Lindsey moaned loudly but didn’t resist. The beast lowered his head to her exposed sex and sniffed loudly as his nose touched her distended petal. Lindsey jerked at the touch, then trembled and parted her legs willingly.

Perhaps unsure, he began to lick at the sparse fur-covered pussy. It was wet and hot. Lindsey’s folds had engorged and parted open, glistening, as he licked along the length of her pussy, exposing her pink tunnel. The Yowie Lent back and looked at the opening of the unresistant female in front of him. She was ready to be mated as he knew she would be.

Then with his erection taut and leaking, his testicles demanding relief, he slid along the length of the girl’s body to cover the tiny stunned but willing female with his abundant foul-smelling fur. He was heavy, and she was engulfed by his bulk, but at that moment, she was a woman needing to be mated.

Lindsey flinched and sighed as the Yowie eased into the saddle of her groin. It was a sudden move, and she was pinned down, smothered. She felt his rigid warmth pressing into her lower belly. Their bodies were in contact from shoulder to toe. She couldn’t move or breathe, then the beast eased up and held most of his weight with his arms.

His overdeveloped man breasts brushed against Lindsey’s milky white mounds, and she felt a tingling in her already hard nipples. The Yowie’s underbelly was less hairy than his back, sides, and head, the warmth that radiated from him was comforting against her cold naked flesh. The night and the night air were blocked by his warm, lank fur and hot body. Lindsey lifted her knees and rolled them outwards in acceptance as the bulky hips demanded room between her milky white thighs

The long lank tendrils of matted stinking hair enveloped her. She seemed almost oblivious now to his stench. Only her legs below the knees and her head near his powerful arm were visible. Lindsey made a feeble movement under the massive Bigfoot, but that was all.

Lindsey’s arms appeared from under the beast’s chest as his back arched. She retched at the smelly locks that whipped against her face as both his stench and his musk vied to control her feelings. He positioned his head in the hollow of her neck as he arced menacingly over the tiny girl. She thought she would vomit again, but her belly was empty. The first nudge of the club-like penis tip startled her as the Yowie began a prodding search for her sleek open pussy.

Lindsey whimpered as the penis rubbed along her distended folds, her slit now totally parted and inviting. In many ways, it felt nice, and she responded to the touch as only a woman can. The Yowie had opened her fleshy petals like a gorgeous flower when he had licked her.

The beast rubbed his ample chest against Lindsey’s tender breasts. The secreting man nipples of the Yowie covered the girl with his marker scent from the glans of his chest.

Then with short searching pushes of his hips, he forced his shaft hard against her resisting vagina. He knew he was close to her soft, warm portal. His heavy club-like penis slid along her smooth wet groove. She whimpered. A slight adjustment and he poked at her again, and In an instant, his bulbous penis head sank into the girl clutching warmth.

Lindsey gasped loudly, then groaned and tried to beat her hands against the Yowie’s shoulders in protest. So lank and tangled was the fur that the flailing arms were soon entangled in his long greasy mass.

Her eyes were closed tightly now, and her head shook vigorously as the Bigfoot worked his hips with gentle pressure, sinking uncomfortably deeper into the tiny girl with each short jab.

Lindsey groaned and gurgled into the rank neck fur while she tried to keep her mouth shut for fear of catching some of the smelly locks between her teeth. As the beast berried deeper into Lindsey, her legs lifted, and she heals locked over the beast’s fury thigh.

The slight change of angle to her vagina allowed him to slide the rest of the way easily into her. Easy it may have been uncomfortable it was. The Yowie’s swinging balls slapped into Lindsey’s behind, and for a moment, the beast held himself hard against the girl’s crotch, adjusting to her tight, demanding sheath. Then slowly, deliberately, he partially withdrew.

Lindsey felt the Penis crown rubbing against her sensitive inner walls as the beast made tiny thrusts before it again plunged deeply back into her depths. The Yowie was trembling and growling incessantly. The tiny girl became afraid as she felt his body vibrating against hers, and he was drawing her hardback onto his throbbing, plunging shaft. Lindsey felt helpless and afraid.

Still wanting and needing to possess the little female totally, the rutting beast drew himself upward over her and deeper still into her pussy. Lindsey cried out once as the penis touched her sensitive spot deep inside. Then she gurgled with pleasure and pain as the beast set up a regular rhythm of plunging and slow withdrawals. He was powerful and vigorous, and he had bred before. This was the tiniest female by far, but she felt so tight, firm, and wanton as he rolled over her like a wave.

In the camp, The undergraduate on watch heard the noise, as did several others but a glance at each other, and then the computers that were monitoring the sensors told them it was probably a night bird on the wing.

The tiny body of the girl under the Yowie was on the edge. Her nerve ends tingled. Her vision blurred, and she barely held on to consciousness as the beast worked the bulbous head of his prick steadily inside her pussy.

Lindsey began responding to the beast’s steady fucking. It was not a deliberate response but a reflex response. She lifted her bent legs gradually higher, and they straightened, slowly, tightly pointing to the rising moon as he plunged into her hidden depths. Occasionally, the twitching of her legs indicated that the beast was giving her some pleasure than when the twitches stopped, she quivered, just a slight shiver of movement. Lindsey’s legs stiffened and stretched; the beast held himself still. He was puzzled by the sudden tiny vibrations that shook the little female’s body. He stopped fucking and lay over her heavily but still, she shook

For many seconds the beast did not move. Lindsey trembled. Then her toes curled, muscles cramped, and her legs throbbed and shook uncontrollably. Her entire body shuddered violently. The beast and made a howling bark, and Lindsey gave several gurgling screams. Her vagina clutched down savagely in pulsing surges onto the Yowie’s invading member bringing the beast close to his orgasm.

The expedition party down the slope again looked up. No other sound was heard, and the computers were still not registering anything. The Professor grinned and declared it a mating bull Koala.

“Just a randy bull Koala looking for his mate folks.” he declared, and everyone relaxed, but some were puzzled.

“It sounded so human,” a concerned Michelle observed.

“It did at that. Those bull Koalas sound pretty loud in the bush. Most of the time is just a rumbling chesty grunt, but occasionally it can be a repeated scream like someone calling out a high pitched Ohhwaaaa over and over,” the Professor answered

Even as her orgasm subsided, the Yowie’s penis end was expanding, flaring and pushing firmly against the walls of the girl’s vaginal glove. The flaring crown covered her cervix, sealing her vagina to retain his seed.

The sensation was sudden and uncomfortably pleasant for Lindsey, who was breathing heavily. The glow of her orgasm was still with her when she felt the beast’s testicles surge against her behind, and it tickled her hypersensitive body. Then his tightly fitting penis shaft pulsed hard then pulsed again. The Yowie heaved himself hard against the tiny women beneath him brutally in an attempt to spurt his seed as deep as possible. It was simply an instinctive action.

Lindsey could feel the spreading warmth deep in her belly as the sticky slime began to flood into her. The swollen, flared tip blocks most of the semen from escaping. Lindsey groaned with resignation and her eyes teared up, knowing that the beast had ejaculated his seed into her belly.

The Yowie was breathing hard. He groaned and grunted as he rolled his hips hard against Lindsey’s wide-open groin. His penis gradually stopped pumping. The powerful jerking pulses as they diminished also decreased in power.

The Yowie stud remained inside his tiny mate even after he stopped ejaculating. Lindsey would learn that whenever possible, Yowie’s remained inside the female for as long as possible to ensure a successful mating.

Lindsey felt the spasms and jerks of the penis come to a stop and absently wondered at the amount of Yowie seed she had taken. Her belly felt tight.

Lindsey just lay there ravished and stunned, sickened. Her reeling senses slowly return to normal, including her sense of smell. The beast’s vile odor, which had decreased as her primal needs were stimulated, now began to assail her olfactory senses once more. What had she done, why had she succumbed? She wasn’t raped, not really. She had surrendered to her own needs, but why had she? Her mind cried out in despair.

Seconds then minutes passed. The Yowie’s tense body slowly relaxed and became unbearably heavy. Lindsey was uncomfortable and found breathing hard.

The Yowie, in the afterglow of his success, was reflecting on what he had done. He had put his seed inside the human women, and he was pleased. For a long time, he had stalked this human female who enticed him in many ways. Now he had possessed her and mated her. He took two deep gulps of air filling his lungs before he lifted his head and arched his body, then howled. The howl came from deep within and resonated to every part of his body and into Lindsey, to whom he was still embedded. He was declaring to any Yowie within earshot he had successfully taken a mate.

Lindsey could feel the vibrations of the terrifying howl. It penetrates deep into her body, arousing and scaring her. Instinctively she knew what this beast was doing. It was the Yowie howl of victory. Her groin reflexively clenched on the shrinking penis.

As his howled continued, the Yowie stiffened more and more. Lindsey became afraid for the first time since the Yowie first appeared. The howl went on and on and on. His penis hardened suddenly then another surge of seed sprayed into Lindsey’s belly.

The camp was now on high alert, some even afraid, but still, the computer showed that the perimeter had not been breached. All eyes turned to the Professor, who, for the first time, looked concerned. He turned to David for help. Like the others, David had thought that the sounds they had heard could be Owls or Koalas, but this was a strange noise and close to camp.

It was like nothing David, an experienced bushman and Yowie hunter, had heard before, but he knew by instinct that it had to be a Yowie.

“I think we had better check on Lindsey Professor, and I have never heard the like of that before. It must be a Yowie and the howl, if that describes that sound, came from that direction” David answered the unasked question of the academic.

“Pass the flashlight, please,” the Professor asked. Still, no one had moved. They were stunned and afraid.

As the howl drew to a close, Lindsey was trembling visibly. Her ears rang with the howl. The Yowie looked down at the girl he had just mated and turned his head first one way then the other, listening.

Lindsey just looked back at the beast, then down at her exposed belly with the penis of the beast inside still. Just some minutes before, the Yowie had held her in his big hairy hands.

With no further response than the glassy-eyed stare from the female, the Yowie eased slowly from between the girl’s spread legs. As he came to his knees, he slithered easily from Lindsey’s gaping pussy with a squishy plop.

His partly softened penis was thick and angry looking, though not huge by any means, with thick purple veins that stood out, making it look bumpy against the soft pink of the glistening implement.

The head was still partly flared, just like a horse’s penis might be. Lindsey watched wide-eyed, heart racing as the Yowie finally stood away from her. Just as the first beam of light from the camp flashed into the trees, the Yowie was relieving himself only inches from Lindsey’s feet.

Lindsey yelled as she drew her feet away from the Yowie’s stream.

For just a second, the Yowie looked startled as several more flashlights joined the first, their beams swinging in all directions in the rising fog. The noise of people running focused on the Bigfoot’s thoughts. He wheeled about and, in an instant, had disappeared into the brush. Flashes from several of the fixed camera lights signaled that the beast had broken the infrared beams in his hast to leave.

Lindsey sat with her knees raised, clutching herself staring in the direction that the Yowie had taken.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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