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Subject: {ASSM} Natural Instincts {Sprat Gilfish} (mf first)
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Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2005 05:10:01 -0500
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NATURAL INSTINCTS by Sprat Gilfish

I don't know who or what or where I am.

I live in a bush filled valley with a rocky ocean cove
to the West, mountains to the East and high spurs
running down to the sea on the North and South. The
spurs extend right out into the ocean and end in great
rocks and cliffs with no easy way round or over them.
A little stream falls from the mountains and runs down
through the valley into the cove. The bush extends
right over the spurs and up the mountain.

My faint but terrifying earliest memory is of being on
a large thing floating on the ocean which was
extremely wild. There were many beings like me except
that they were all very much bigger. The one I called
Mama held me in her arms. There were great bangs and
screams and then I remember struggling in Mama's arms
in the ocean before washing up with her in this cove.
For a while she looked after me here. There was nobody
else. I can only just remember that time. We slept in
a shallow cave. She gathered fruit and leaves from the
bush and caught little animals and things for our
food.

My next memory, from not very long afterwards, is of
watching Mama go out on to the rocks in the ocean to
prise off shellfish for us to eat as she sometimes
did. A large wave unexpectedly came over the rocks and
took her away.

Since then, until recently, I had never been out of
this valley and had never seen any being anything like
me. I have had to look after myself.

I survived by drinking from the stream and feeding
myself from berries and edible leaves that grow in the
bush here. I found I could kill little lizards and
other animals with a stick, catch little fish in the
stream and gather shellfish from the rocks, although I
am wary of the ocean when it is rough.

When we were washed up here Mama and I were partly
covered in some material and she used to keep me
wrapped up in it but it eventually all wore out. There
is nothing like that stuff in the valley so since then
I have not had any. It gets cold here sometimes but
not too cold.

I see the moon in the sky and have noticed how it
fades away to nothing over a number of days and then
grows back to a ball again. I have noticed how over a
number of those moon cycles the weather goes through a
season cycle. For a few moon cycles the sun rises
higher each day and the weather gets warmer and then
after a few more moon cycles the sun rises lower each
day and the weather gets colder. I think there have
been about twelve or thirteen of those season cycles
since I have been in this valley. During that time I
have been getting bigger and stronger.

The largest animals I have seen in the valley are
lizards and frogs on the ground, birds in the sky and
furry animals which live mainly in the trees. They are
all much smaller than I am now. Except for the birds
none of them run around on two legs like me so when
they are on the ground I can see further than they
can. There are no living things which present any
danger to me.

I have used branches and other bits of the bush to
extend the cave to give me more shelter from the wind
and rain when it is colder and to protect me from the
sun when it is hotter. I put branches and leaves on
the floor to make it more comfortable to sleep.

When I have had plenty to eat and have nothing else to
do I like to play with my willy where my water comes
out. I discovered that when I do this my willy gets
longer and thicker and quite stiff and I get a warm
feeling. A couple of season cycles ago I found that if
I rubbed it more and more it would get very exciting
and suddenly some white thick stuff, different from my
water, would come spurting out the end. After that
happened I always felt good but relaxed and tired. I
liked doing it and I used to do it almost every night
before I went to sleep and often other times too.

I like to explore the valley looking at the different
plants and birds and animals. The mountains at the
back of the valley and the high spurs to the sides are
high and steep and covered in bush so until recently
it was beyond me to get out of my valley. In any case
the valley was all I knew and provided what I needed
so I had no reason to get out of it.

However about a season cycle ago I became strong
enough to walk and climb larger distances and I became
restless and curious as to what might be elsewhere. I
started making little expeditions up the valley into
the mountain and up the sides of the spurs to the
North and South. As I got stronger and faster I
started going further and further.

On one expedition I made it right up to the top of the
spur on the South side so that I could see over it.
What I saw was another valley, smaller, but not very
different from mine. I determined that on another day
soon after I would set out and climb right over and
down and explore this other place. Perhaps it would
have things in it I had never seen before.

When I did finally make it over into the next valley a
few moon cycles ago everything was pretty much what I
was used to until I got a big surprise. As I came out
from the bush into a glade near the stream that ran
down that valley I saw some distance away a strange
creature larger than any of the animals in the area.
It looked rather like me. The only creatures which I
had ever seen which looked anything like me were my
Mama and the other beings which had been with us
before we had fallen into the ocean, and I had only
the vaguest memories of them. It had been such a long
time before and they had all been huge compared to me.
This creature was nearly my size but certainly no
bigger than me and looked just a little smaller and
lighter.

As I stared at it in wonder it looked up and saw me.
It obviously became very frightened. I had just  time
to notice a couple of differences from me before it
turned and ran off. Where I had little nipples on my
hard chest it had soft looking swellings with nipples
bigger than mine in the front. Even stranger, it
didn't seem to have anything where I had my willy. I
had no idea what a girl  was, or even that girls
existed. I tried to follow to get a better look but
she disappeared into the bush and I couldn't see her
anywhere. Not knowing what she was I was a little
frightened myself. I went home not knowing what to
make of what I had seen.

Although I had got such a brief look at her I could
not get the vision out of my mind. That night when I
lay down to sleep, still thinking about her, my willy
got bigger and harder and the urge to stroke it was
greater than ever before. As I stroked I was thinking
about her shape. I found myself getting even more
excited than usual until my semen came squirting out.
I didn't feel relaxed afterwards as I normally did and
couldn't go straight off to sleep because I kept
thinking about her. Soon my willy was hard again. As I
visualised her I found myself thinking particularly
about her soft looking breasts and I wondered what it
would be like to touch them. I wanted to touch them.
Then as I rubbed my willy I was thinking about the
patch between her legs where she didn't have a willy
and I wanted to touch her there and I came again.

During the night I had dreams about her. I dreamt
about her running away and then I dreamt she was
running towards me but not getting any closer. When I
awoke in the morning my willy was hard and I rubbed it
till I came but I didn't feel satisfied. I couldn't
think of anything but the girl. I had to see her
again.

I climbed back over the spur. It was easier because I
was getting to know the way. Impatiently I made my way
to the glade where I had seen her. Initially I was
disappointed until I saw her just a little way into
the bush to one side. She was jumping up to try to
pick some fruit from a bunch hanging from a branch
above her head. She was not quite tall enough. Then
she turned, saw me and once again ran off. I chased
after her but she was too quick for me. I guess, too,
she knew the area and I didn't. I hunted round but
eventually gave up.

I was feeling hungry so I went back to the tree where
I had seen her. I must be slightly taller than her as
I jumped up and was able to pick several of the fruit.
Then I sat down in the glade and started eating them.
I was feeling quite despondent at having lost her.

After a while, as I sat there eating and looking
around, I suddenly noticed the side of her head and
her eye peering at me from behind a tree. When she
realised I had seen her she ducked back behind the
tree but after a short time she peered around again.
Obviously she was as curious about me as I was about
her. I wanted so much to get closer to her but I
didn't want to scare her off again.

I got up and began to walk towards her. She started to
run away so I stopped. She looked back and also
stopped. We looked at each other. I could tell that
she was frightened as well as curious. I felt wary too
but the need to get closer was overwhelming. I still
had a couple of the fruit so I held one out towards
her as I took one or two paces. She looked at the
fruit and stayed where she was though I could see she
was still ready to run. I walked very slowly up until
I was close enough for her to reach the hand I still
had out in front of me. She hesitated and then
watching me intently she reached for the fruit and
took it from me. I started eating the one I still had
and she began eating hers. As we ate we stared at each
other. From her look of wonder I don't think she had
ever seen anything like me. I sat down on the ground
in front of her and after a little while so did she.

When we had finished eating we continued to sit
looking at each other. I had never seen anything as
beautiful. The desire to touch her became
overwhelming. I moved forward slightly and reached out
to touch her breast.

She leaped back and looked frightened. I thought she
was going to run away again. She paused for a while
and then moved back towards me. I reached out again
and stroked her breast. She didn't stop me but moved
closer so that holding and stroking her breasts became
easier. I had never done anything which felt so nice
and she seemed to be enjoying it too. I felt I would
like to taste her skin so I leaned forward and started
to suck on one of her nipples. She reached out and put
her arms around me and pulled me harder against her
breast.

For some reason my willy got long and hard just as it
had done when I had been thinking about her the night
before. She seemed fascinated by my willy. She reached
down and held and stroked it. It felt better than my
own hand. I pushed her back so that she was lying on
the ground. I was looking down at the patch of hair
which like me she had between her legs. I was curious
as to the absence of a willy. I reached a hand down
between her legs. It was soft and damp down there and
quite different from me. There were some thick folds
of skin like lips. She made little noises and pushed
herself up towards my hand. I stroked my hand back and
forth and felt further in between the lips and she
kept pushing up to meet my strokes. My finger found a
hole between the lips into which it easily entered.
She seemed to get even more excited as I moved my
finger in and out.  She separated her legs and I put
my leg over between hers. She pushed herself harder
against my leg. At the same time she was gripping my
willy and pushing me and it down towards the hole I
had found. For no reason I understood I had an
overwhelming need to put my willy into her hole and
she wanted the same thing as she pushed my willy
towards it.

I got completely between her legs and pushed the knob
at the end of my willy into the hole. I had never had
such a wonderful feeling or felt so excited in my
life. I pushed it in a bit further. For an instant
there was some obstruction and I pushed a little
harder until it broke through. She gave a little cry
and tried to push me off and away but by now I was so
excited there was no way I could stop. I held my arms
tightly around her and pushed my willy right in until
it could go no further. She whimpered and continued to
try and push me away for a short while but then she
relaxed and put her arms back around me. Her hole was
tight around my willy and giving me the most
delightful feelings. I started to pull my willy back
out but when it was nearly right out she put her hands
around my bottom and pulled me back in. It was much
better than rubbing it with my hands or even when she
had been doing it for me with her hand. I started
sliding it in and out and as I did so she pulled
herself back and forth to meet my strokes. We both got
more and more excited as we moved faster and faster.
As I felt my semen go squirting up into her she gave a
shriek and I could feel her hole pulsing around my
willy. Then I felt all my strength go away from me and
I felt relaxed and happy as I had never done before. I
rolled off her and lay back looking at her. I could
see she was not quite so happy. I had hurt her a
little and although she had recovered and eventually
she had seemed as excited as me I think she was
overwhelmed by the power of it. She got up and
disappeared into the bush. I didn't see her again that
day so I went back home to my cave in my own valley.

That night I thought over and over again of the
extraordinary experience. I wondered whether it would
ever happen again. The following morning my only wish
was to find her in the hope that we could repeat the
event but I was a little worried that after I had hurt
her she might not let me near her again.

I could only hope. I went over to her valley and into
the glade. She wasn't there and I had no idea where to
look for her. I sat down and thought about her. When I
had been there for a little while she came slowly into
the glade. She caught sight of me and stopped. I got
up and walked towards her and she came on towards me.
When we reached each other I put my arms out and she
came into them and put her arms around me. We nuzzled
each other's shoulders and faces. After a few minutes
of that we sat down and I started stroking her
breasts. My willy got strong and she started stroking
it. I put my hand between her legs and stroked her
there including a little lump I found between her lips
which seemed to particularly excite her. In a short
time I was between her legs trying to place my willy
in her hole and she was trying to pull me in and we
were doing it all over again and this time there was
no point when she got hurt and it was even more
wonderful.

Afterwards we walked around together. We found food
and looked  at things. I didn't go home that night.
She took me to the little bower where she slept. We
made love again and I slept with her all night. We
woke up in each other's arms and did it again.

Her valley was not quite as interesting as mine and
she did not have the cave which was better than her
bower so I took her over the spur and showed her my
valley with its cave and shelter. That's where we
spent that and all our following nights.

She didn't think my efforts at extending the shelter
were quite good enough and added a few more branches
and leaves to improve it.

Since then we have never been separated. We enjoy not
just our cuddling but getting food for each other and
exploring and showing each other interesting things.
We rapidly learnt to recognise each other's feelings
and to communicate our thoughts by signs and body
language. I had only learnt a few words with Mama and
had not talked since so I could hardly remember how to
communicate with words. I think my new friend must
have had some similar experience but we are learning
to communicate with our voices. Of course we still
love to stroke each other until we get excited and I
put my willy into her and we come. We do it most
nights and often other times too. It is much better
than when I used to rub my willy with my own hand.

The moon has been through several cycles now since we
met and we still find it wonderful to have each other
as companions. The only thing is that lately she has
become much more insistent at bringing in lots of
green leaves to make our nest more comfortable and she
is becoming a different shape. Her lower body has
become much more rounded.

THE END

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Obviously our sexual instincts are heavily distorted
by the society we live in. I wrote the above story
because I have wondered what it would be like to
experience being led by our instincts if we met a
nubile member of the opposite sex for the first time
and neither of us had any prior knowledge or
expectations or inhibitions.

A friend of mine with a large colony of guinea pigs
once gave one baby guinea pig to each of two of her
friends. At that time they were only just old enough
to survive. After the guinea pigs had grown to
maturity the friend who had been given a male decided
that it was too much trouble to look after and the
friend with the female thought it might like some
companionship. It was agreed that the male should be
taken and given to the owner of the female. They  were
a little concerned as to how they would react and were
curious as to how long it would take for them to get
to know each other. They would never have seen mating
and so would have no prior knowledge as to what to do.
The male was taken in a box to the home of the female.
The box was placed about 5 metres away from the female
to avoid scaring her and opened. The male poked its
head out, immediately saw the female, ran straight
over to her and successfully mounted.

Sprat


		
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