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National Park Girls: Parks and Rangers	By : DarkWolves Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > FemSlash/Yuri - Female/Female Views: 848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own National Park Girls and I make no money by writing this.

Chapter List
- 1-Hot Under the Canopy
- 1
Contains: Eve x Yosemite, Dub Con (Sleeping partner), Futanari (Yosemite) Kissing, Breast Play, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex

It was October in Yosemite park and love was in the air. No, not Valentine’s Day. Such was the opportunity for idiots to cover the station in corporate branded tat in an effort in the hope of tempting an otherwise disinterested mate into an ill-conceived courtship. The same tat that would only add to the ever-growing pile of non-recyclable waste within a day. No, it was the animals mating season.

And it was not even really love either. It was more a frantic, animalistic rutting as every being with a pulse did its best to seek out a compatible mate willing to play their role in jointly ensuring the prolonged continuation of the species. So, not that much different from Valentine’s Day at all then.

Such was the true reality of life in Yosemite National Park. The realities of Ranger Eve Aadams’ life were equally misjudged. She did not spend her day cruising around in a supped-up Dodge Charger tearing up the trails, taking names and wrestling bears to save young, athletic (And eternally grateful) hikers.

Instead, she spent most of her day in one of the park outposts wrangling with the stations dot-matrix printer, a piece of technology that would be envious of an Etch a Sketch. Her task was to print off and distribute the latest safety notices from the main office on incidents reported at the various parks. Overall, it painted a pretty depressing view of the future of humanity. Not that most needed any more evidence.

This included the campers in Grand Teton who tried to start a campfire by pouring a can of gasoline over a log.

A backpacker in Kings Canyon who tried to take a picture with a bear cub.

A camper in Rocky Mountain who got mugged by a guy dressed in a bear suit (Sounds like Smokey finally snapped).

A tourist in Yellowstone who tried to cook chicken over a geyser.

Another Yellowstone tourist who nearly got gouged by a bison, claiming she was just trying to pet it.

And finally. A family in, you guessed it, Yellowstone who misread (See didn’t read) the instructions on a can of bear repellent spray. Thinking it was used in the same way as insect repellent they immediately covered themselves (And a good portion of the Visitors Centre) in hazardous chemicals. The depths of human stupidity reached ever further. Part of her wanted to ask Yellowstone herself why she seemed to attract such a high proportion of idiots.

Still, she was home now. Or, at least, what the US Federal Government considered the bare liveable standard for its remote working employees. Once she was over the threshold, it was no longer her problem. Short of setting the place on fire or leading a charge of angry bears into her cabin, whatever was going on outside was no longer her problem until morning.

Most would find such a remote posting quiet, touching on lonely. That did not account for the three girls and the coyote pup living with her unbeknownst to the US Federal Government. As usual, she found Zion playing with Pup. Yellowstone was making short work of the daily chores, cleaning dishes, dusting counters and reorganising the bookshelves all while balancing a steaming percolator on her head.

Strangely, there was no sign of Yosemite. Were it not for thick layer of books and papers across the communal table, she might even begin to question whether she had ever been here at all. It was a surprise there were even enough places she could hide in such a small space as this.

Yellowstone explained that Yosemite was feeling under the weather and just needed some time to herself. Eve simply put it down to Yosemite being even more anti-social than usual. Still, it left her free to enjoy her evening in peace. She spent her time writing in her journal and relaxing around the cabin before retiring to bed for the night.

It was dark before the cabin finally settled. Her unauthorised house guests were asleep and the animals seemed to have taken their night-time ‘activities’ far away from here. For now, she was in for a restful night’s sleep. At least, that was the hope.

It was only after she had already settled herself, feeling the evening twilight taking hold of her, that she felt something shift in the bed beside her. At first it was just a little thing, a flutter of cold air across her skin, like her bedsheets had slipped off of the bed as she shifted in the night.

Next, she felt the tickle of the sheets beginning to move across the bare skin of her arms and legs. Eve only wore a t-shirt and shorts to bed, enough that she could quickly respond to anything in the night while still maintaining some semblance of comfort and modesty.

The thing which really served to unsettle her from her sleep however was the heat. Heat and the press of a mass against her stomach. At first, she thought it was Pup yearning after some nightly cuddles. But Coyotes didn’t have fingers. Finger like the ones which were somehow brushing ever so delicately across the flat expanse of her stomach beneath her plain grey shirt.

Eve began to imagine it was Yellowstone trying to snuggle her in her sleep. Eve couldn’t even raise herself to immediately kick the conehead out of bed and go straight back to sleep. Either her porcupine spines were dulling or she was simply too exhausted to summon any such resistance. As such, she did not protest when those same fingers brushed against the hem of her loose-fitting t-shirt, causing it to ride up across her stomach.

A jolt of surprise passed through her as she felt lips brush across her stomach. Was Yellowstone, kissing her? Another kiss, and another, and another.

The girl could certainly become affectionate when she was so inclined but not like this. Eve opened her eyes to the sight of a mass of her sheets rising in front of her. As much as she bemoaned the effect that Yellowstone’s cooking was having on her waistline, she was pretty certain it could not do THAT overnight.

Then the mass began to move again, accompanied by yet another tickling kiss across her stomach. Eve felt pretty awake by this point. Eve reached down grasp the edge of her sheet, slowly lifting it up in front of her. She was not greeted by the mass of yellow blonde hair and domed brown crown she had expected. Instead, the hair was dark. Almost black, tipped with hints of blue. Like a waterfall. A pair of deep green eyes flashed up at her. She swiftly realised that this was not Yellowstone. Yosemite!

Eve opened her mouth to respond. All that came out was a breathy sigh as Yosemite’s lips brushed her skin once more. Part of Eve despaired at how easily Yosemite could have such an effect on her. It was the same whether it was her biting sarcasm luring her into a verbal grudge match or her superiority complex driving her to imagine her burying her fist in her face. As it turns out, she was equally as effective in using her tongue to turn her into a quivering mess. If any of the girls did have some form of mind influence, she was sure they would have used it to drive her out of the cabin on the night they met without a fight. Perhaps, she simply was this good.

“I’m sorry, Eve” came a breathy voice.

Eve was note quite sure what she meant by that. While she would have certainly appreciated a heads up, what Yosemite had been doing up till now was nothing short of divine. Cripes, was she really so highly strung she was going all gooey over a few chaste kisses?

In her moment of inattention, Eve neglected to notice as Yosemite crept her way further up the bed. The cover slipped from her back as she moved, revealing her bare shoulders and her arms. Was she wearing a skin-coloured t-shirt or-

Oh, she was naked!

Yosemite braced her hands on either side of Eves head as she loomed over her. Her long bangs cast a dark shadow across her deep green eyes. But even through the gloom Eve could make out the deep flush of embarrassment emerging across her cheeks.

“I’m sorry” Yosemite repeated, gulping deeply as if she were struggling to say it. “It’s the heat”

Eve was suddenly thrown by the statement. Why would Yosemite be affected by the heat, in October? Her next thought was a wildfire. Given the effect that the out-of-control campfire had inflicted on her, this must be epic. She was about to throw Yosemite off of her and leap out of bed when the realisation suddenly struck her like a freight train. Yosemite wasn’t referring to heat as in fire, what she meant was…

“Yosemite” Eve felt stupid even saying it. “Are you horny?”

It was the kind of thing all Rangers faced pretty much their entire careers. The unofficial directive was simply to take matters into your own hands. Yosemite meekly nodded. Her face was a blanket of vulnerability without the vaguest hint of her usual sarcasm or bravado. It was only now that Eve realised that she had been incredibly dense. She blamed it on sleep deprivation.

The girls are the parks. And if everything in the parks affected them, then what Yosemite was feeling was the combined biological ‘urges’ of every mammal and bird within about a four-mile radius. And Eve thought being left hanging after a date was bad.

“Do you want some, help?” Eve asked. Even as she said it, she couldn’t believe the words cascading from between her lips.

Yosemite’s face erupted in what she could only describe as relief. As if making her move before Eve could have a chance to back out, Yosemite’s lips were upon her once again. The taller woman was practically ravenous with the way her lips smacked against Eves. It was as if she were also taking on the personality of the beasts of the wilderness. This was definitely the wolf in her.

Yosemite finally broke the kiss between them, leaving Eve breathless and limp on the bed beneath her. Yosemite’s kiss had left a deep, earthy taste on her lips. Wasting little time, Yosemite retraced her path down Eve’s front until she came to rest between Eves modest breasts. Yosemite lifted up the front of Eves t-shirt. The pass of the soft material, revealed Eves bare pale breasts dashed with a sprinkling of bright red freckles, topped by a pair of rosy pink nipples.

Yosemite reached down to caress the swell of her breasts with her fingers. The tips followed the curve of Eves breasts, feeling the soft mass moving beneath her touch. Her fingers crested over the swell of her breast, teasing the erect tip of her nipples beneath her fingers.

Yosemite continued to move down Eve’s front. Her long fingers hooked themselves beneath the lip of Eves loose fitting shorts, drawing them down her curvaceous thighs. Yosemite’s eyes practically beamed at the sight in front of her, a freshly trimmed patch of red above a pair of puffy pink lips.

Yosemite wasted little time before diving forwards, licking her tongue across the outer most edges before daring to reach deeper inside. Eve felt her body rippling at Yosemite’s touch, each pass of her explorative tongue yielding a fresh flood of juice from inside of her.

Yosemite began to delve even deeper, her tongue reaching into places even Eves fingers had left untouched. Eve could swear she could feel the coarse touch of the woman’s pebbled freckles across her smooth thighs. Eve bit at her knuckles in a desperate attempt to supress her deep moans. She did not want to have to explain this situation to Yellowstone or Zion if they were to awake to see this. Eve was almost undone as Yosemite brushed against the particularly sensitive nub of her clit.

Wasn’t she supposed to be helping Yosemite?

The truth of the situation came to her as Yosemite’s lips left her pussy, crawling her way back up across the bed. The cascade of the bedsheets falling off of her back revealed exactly what Yosemite had been hiding under there all of this time.

Tall as a sequoia, wide as a river, hard as a boulder. And all of it on a collision course with her most sensitive area. As the head of Yosemite’s cock touched her entrance Eve suddenly realised why her companion had been so focussed on licking her out. Yosemite had been preparing her for this.

Yosemite looked down at Eve laid out beneath her. Despite the overwhelming urges which must be writhing inside of her, Yosemite refused to go any further without Eves say so. Eve nodded her consent. Yosemite grasped her shaft half way up the length, her fingers barely able to encircle it. She pushed herself forwards until she was pressed firmly against the opening of Eves pussy, feeling the redheads’ lips parting as began to delve her way inside.

That was where she met her first real resistance. And yet, even with her previous prep work, it still remained a tight fit inside of her. Despite the overwhelming size of her metaphorical balls as blue as her hair, Yosemite resisted the no doubt overwhelming urge to simply force her way inside. Yosemite retreated back across the first few inches of ground she had claimed, almost pulling herself out entirely before swiftly plunging back inside.

Eve reached her arms up to wrap around the back of Yosemite’s neck. Eve pulled the taller woman down on top of her, drawing her into a deep kiss on her terms this time. Even in the small space, Yosemite was almost too tall for the bed entirely.

Yet even amongst the confined space they each wrestled to be on top, writhing back and forth across the small space. Despite her smaller size, Eve continued to put up a determined resistance. Ultimately, size won out overall. Yosemite found herself on top once again, her hands upon Eves shoulders and pinning her down against the bed.

It was not a total loss. Eve soon realised that the stiffness of the mattress was just the support Yosemite needed. This position ensured that there was nowhere for her body to go but up. Yosemite pushed forwards once again, thrusting herself deep inside of Eve’s supple body. Yosemite withdrew herself before thrusting forwards once again, practically pounding the shorter girl into the bed beneath her.

Eve felt as though her entire body was being filled in that moment. All of her previous partners, of either gender, could hardly compare to this. Eve felt an overwhelming urge to cry out, she desperately sought something to distract her. Anything to focus her mind elsewhere.

Then she saw it. Yosemite’s big pointy ears. Eve dared to lash out with her mouth, biting her teeth around the edge of Yosemite’s ear just enough to hold her in place. Yosemite’s entire body erupted in a flurry of quivering, the blush on her cheeks growing ever deeper. Yosemite pulled herself back before she thrust herself back inside of her, the tip of her cock reaching even deeper than Eve had imagined was possible.

Eve lost her tenuous hold over Yosemite’s ear in the fray. Fearing the threat of her moans giving her away, Eve lashed out once more to find anything she could use to supress her deep moans of pleasure. Eves lips wrapped around her shoulder, feeling her teeth digging into the tough muscle of her shoulder blade.

The mix of unexpected pleasure tinged with a hint of pain drove Yosemite to move even faster. Her hips thrust even quicker, pressed even further. Yosemite soon reached her precarious limit, the tip of her cock bursting like one of Yellowstone’s eruptions as Eve felt her insides being filled by the woman’s warm cum.

Yosemite felt herself being overtaken by the immense pleasure of her release. Her whole body relaxed, like a pressure tank had just been released. Eve fell back listless and limp on the bed beneath her, feeling the plushness of the bedsheets consuming her.

Eve felt Yosemite beginning to shift above her. It seems that the park girl was not quite satisfied just yet. Eve felt herself being rolled over onto her stomach; her butt being raised up in the air behind her. Yosemite grasped the swell of her toned ass, years of hiking up and down mountains had done wonders for the firmness of her lower body.

Eve was suddenly brought back into the moment at hand when she felt the bulbous head of Yosemite’s cock pressed against her rear. The same cock that had just been buried deep inside of her pussy. The same cock which would have a wild mustang claiming it was a cold day outside. Still, despite the rational part of her mind screaming at her to reconsider, Eve chose to accept her.

Eve pushed herself back onto Yosemite. Eve felt the flex of her lovers’ cock against her before it finally took purchase. The slick surface from their previous lovemaking turned an insurmountable task into a barely surmountable one.

Eve felt her breath catching in the back of her throat as the first ring of resistance was overcome. Eve suddenly felt different, even more ridiculously full than she had done before. Yosemite pulled herself back until the head was barely inside of her.

Yosemite pushed forwards once again, slower than she had before. Eve felt her knees begin to strain beneath the push of Yosemite’s hips against her back. The redhead buckled under the relentless pounding, shifting from kneeling on the bed to lying flat on her stomach as Yosemite continued to thrust ceaselessly behind her.

Yosemite swiftly reached the end of her tenuous tether, short as it already was. The tip of her cock erupted inside of Eves ass, the sudden rush of warmth passing through her sending a wave of tension cascading through her body. The sharp press of her muscles from all sides around the shaft of her cock milked Yosemite of what little cum she had left to give.

The frantic exertion of her release drained Yosemite of the vitality that had been sustaining her. With her lingering strength being sapped from her body Yosemite found herself unable to do anything but lay herself down on the bed beside Eve.

Yosemite’s chest continued to rise and fall with each laboured breath. Eve, by contrast, simply lay face down on the bed basking in the blissful warmth of her unexpected union. This was hardly what one would describe as love. More, animalistic rutting.

Either way, Eve despaired at the idea of ever having to explain this to Zion. Or worse, Yellowstone. She was already not looking forward to day she had to explain what AF actually meant.
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