The ZOOphilia Chronicles – Part 1: The Cat by barbielez
Explore forbidden desires in 'The ZOOphilia Chronicles - Part 1: The Cat' by barbielez. This tantalizing erotic sex story delves into uncharted territories of passion and fantasy. Dive into a world where temptation meets taboo for an unforgettable reading experience!<br/>
An 18-y-o virgin is trapped in a magical zoo and must have sex with different animals to escape. Her first lover: a talking cat! , ***Prologue***
Ever since she was a little girl, Barbie Lez had loved animals. In fact, her lifelong dream was to one day work in a zoo. So you can imagine just how thrilled she was when she finally landed a job at the city zoo mere days after her eighteenth birthday. Of course, she was only a night janitor, but it was a first step. But to what? Barbie herself did not know. Although she had always loved animals, she had never been able to figure out exactly why she was willing to take the crummiest job in the zoo just to be near the animals. Little did she know, she was about to find out…
Because of the excitement of finally attaining her life’s dream, the previous night had been devoid of sleep. As a result, she showed up to her first day of work with barely enough strength to stay awake, let along work. Fortunately, all that was required of her was to mop up every single floor of the inside section of the zoo. Unfortunately, it was also the single most boring job imaginable. So it did not take long before she began the longest yawnathon in history. Of course, this led to her take a quick break to rest her eyes. As could be expected, the second her eyes were closed, she slipped into a deep, almost comatose sleep. Little did she know, that was the worst possible thing she could have done…
***Part 1: The Cat***
Barbie woke up with a startle. Her eyes flew open and she glanced around. Or rather up, because she was no longer seated. Instead, she was lying in a bed. Brow furrowed in confusion, she wondered how she had gotten from taking a short break to rest her eyes to being asleep in a bed.
“Only one way to find out,” she realized. And with that, she sat up and glanced around. Her confusion only increased when her surroundings were revealed to be foreign. That meant she was not in her bed and this was not her room.
“How did I get here?” she wondered aloud as she got out of bed. But that was as far as she made it before catching a glimpse of herself in the large mirror that hung from the nearby wall. The first detail she noticed was rather small, yet quite significant. She was naked! Okay, perhaps not naked, but definitely not clothed in the janitorial uniform she had been given. Instead, she now wore a pair of surprisingly skimpy lace lingerie. Although totally shocked by her inexplicable change of uniform, she was unable to keep from taking a second to study her reflection.
Barbie had always been hot, but the way she looked in her skimpy bra and panty set made her a veritable knockout. She had long, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her perky C-Cup boobs were only barely contained within the bright-pink bra she only now realized did not belong to her. Although shocked, she took the time to peer down at the matching panties that only just kept her bouncy behind and tight, virgin pussy contained. But that was as far as she got before she could no longer take it anymore.
“I need answers!” she realized as she did her best to ignore the obvious explanation to her current predicament. For you see, any person with a logical train of thought would have put two and two together. Sexy lingerie + no idea how she got there = rape! But such a thought was too traumatic for her to even consider. Not only was she still a virgin, but she was also a lesbian. So if she had truly been taken advantage of by some pervert, it would be too much for her to handle. But the mystery of her current situation was equally difficult to deal with. So she decided she had to figure out where she was and what happened, even if she did not like the answers.
The first step was to study her surroundings. Unfortunately, the room she found herself in was devoid of any and all furniture. The only things that remained were the bed she had woken up in and the mirror she had used to study her barely-clothed figure. The final piece of furniture was the only thing she had yet to make use of. But the mountain of food that stood atop the nearby table was too much for her to resist. Suddenly realizing she was starving, she hurried over to it. Apparently, whoever had kidnapped her—for that was the only logical explanation—knew she was a vegetarian, because there was not a trace of meat anywhere. Still, she thought it best to shy away from the more complex recipes. Instead, she grabbed a bowl filled with raspberries and started popping them into her mouth. After all, how could anyone poison berries?
Bowl in hand, she left the table behind and instead headed for the door. On her way there, she spotted a television hanging from the wall facing the bed. But since there did not seem to be a remote, she thought it best to instead focus on the door. Although she was convinced it would be locked, she reached for the handle. Against all odds, the doorknob reacted to her touch and the door swung open.
“Maybe I was not kidnapped after all,” she thought as she stepped out of the room. But instead of being surrounded by four walls and a roof, she now found herself outside. Well, sort of.
“Wow!” she gasped as she glanced around. As odd as this sounds, she was still in the zoo. Of course, it had changed quite a bit, but the similarities were impossible to ignore. The animal habitats were still present. But instead of being barred off from the rest of the zoo, they were now surrounded by high walls and each had a door leading inside. Black in color, the walls seemed to loom over Barbie, filling her with a sense of dread. The only bright color present was the large, bright-pink number that was painted on each one of the doors.
That was where the similarities ended. Scattered throughout the zoo were a dozen towers. Perfect round, they seemed to stand at three or four stories in height and undoubtedly gave a global view to whoever stood on the top floor.
But that was all the young woman took the time to study before she totally freaked out. Waking up in a strange room with foreign clothes and no idea how she got there was logical. Or at least plausible. But the zoo having been given a complete makeover overnight—or however long she had been passed out for—made no sense whatsoever. Oddly, the oddity of her current predicament brought a smile to the teen’s lips.
“This is a dream!” she gasped. After all, it was the only logical explanation. And if this was indeed nothing more than a dream, it meant she had not been raped and was thus still a virgin. But as thrilled as she was by this realization, she thought it best to put an immediate end to her odd dream. Taking a final glance around this altered version of the zoo, she pinched her arm. Hard.
Nothing happened.
“Uh-oh!” muttered the teen as she tried again. But after half a dozen attempts, she realized it was useless. That could only mean one thing. She was not dreaming!
And that meant she could very well have been raped. But the situation she now found herself in did not seem sexual in nature. So she decided to believe she remained a virgin until the time such a belief was proven incorrect. Luckily for her, that moment never came.