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Here's a joke that maybe you've never heard before.

A group of doctors is sitting in a bar drinking. After getting lubed up, one of them, Bob, admits to the following.

"Guess what guys. Today I had sex with one of my patients."

Another looked up and smiled drunkenly. "Yeah, I think we've all done that once or twice in our careers."

The doctor on the end slammed his drink down on the bar. "Yeah, that may be so, but none of us are veterinarians like Bob is!"

You know, the first time I heard it I about choked. It was long after this story happened but the memory was still fresh in my mind. I've never told anyone about this. The repercussions would have been too severe. But now, as time has faded the memory a little, I figured I'd put it down on paper so that I didn't forget all the details.

I was just out of veterinary school. That was a long time ago, back in the seventies. Back then I was young and stupid, not brain stupid, just life stupid. I was looking for a job when an offer came my way. It sounded pretty good for a young buck like me. If I accepted it, I would be in charge of a small private zoo in... Well, never mind where it was at.

It was one of those zoo/safari places. You know; the ones you could drive through and see most of the animals in the "natural" habitat. Their staff vet had suffered a sudden stroke and was incapacitated from working another day in his life. They needed someone fast, and they chose me. I was honored at first until it dawned on me they only chose me because I was young and would come cheap. Still, I could claim to my peers that I landed a job as head vet of a place, something they wouldn't get for years.

The place was big, but mostly because it was open land. There were zebras and lions, a giraffe, and antelope in the "safari" part, bison and pronghorn in another, and then a lot of other animals in cages. I soon found out why the other vet had a stroke. I was the only veterinarian here! With some seventy large mammals to care for, and a good one hundred and twenty smaller ones, I soon found my skills put to the test.

Things hardly went smoothly. My assistants, such as they were, consisted of two guys. One was a crack rifle shot, and he was employed to fire tranq darts into animals needing either care or exams. The problem was, once he made the shot, he was hardly helpful in loading the animals up and transporting them to the clinic. The other fellow had a stutter and rarely talked. He at least had some muscles on him. Still, when quitting time came around, both of them were out the door.

So. This leads me up to my story. The place had a female mountain lion, also known as a puma. She was on my list of scheduled teeth cleanings. Her name was Olive and she was in a typical enclosure on the west side of the zoo. She had been brought here as an orphan, and had been rather standoffish and at times nasty to the zoo workers.

She had gotten even touchier as of late. That made what I had to do even more nerve wracking. This may come as a surprise to you, but cleaning the teeth on any wild animal can generally only be accomplished with them being out. So she got tranqed, loaded onto a trailer, and brought to the operating room.

However, by the time this happened, it was getting late. Needless to say, I wasn't watching the clock because I was busy. So when I was done, it happened to be precisely thirty three minutes past quitting time. You see, the big thing was, that I didn't already mention, was that I lived on the grounds of the zoo. I was always on duty. When everyone else left, I was still here.

So there I was with a hundred pound puma lying on the operating table with a clean set of teeth and totally zonked. Her weight didn't bother me, but the fact that she was limp as a cooked noodle did. Thankfully, I had a length of burlap under her that I could use to roll her onto the gurney. From there, it was a matter of trollying her to her pen and dropping the cart to ground level. A slide onto the floor of her enclosure would be easy enough from there.

Step one went well enough. I rolled her from her stomach to her back, over onto the gurney. Thankfully the wheels on the damn thing would lock in place. Before rolling her out, I decided to do a quick medical exam so that I would have to go through this again anytime soon. The sedative would last for another hour if I let it run its course. Once she got back to her enclosure, I would administer a reversal agent and stick around for another hour or so to make sure she recovered from it.

She was healthy, with a good weight, and according to the records, she was about three years old. They would have done well to get a mate for her. This was in the day and age when breeding programs were still in their infancy. I took her temp, and ran a gloved finger up her rectum just to check for polyps and such. I couldn't help but notice her other equipment, so to speak. I pulled off the glove, dabbed some lube on my finger and pushed it into her vagina.

You see, I got thinking. Here I was with all of these animals, and I was now hardly in the position to go out on dates with my own species. It wasn't like any girl would fall for the pickup line, "Wanna came back to my place? It's a real zoo!" My quarters were fairly Spartan and smelled a bit like, well, everything here.

I was surprised by how tight she was. I mean, maybe not for a puma, but in comparison to a human. She weighed as much as a few of the girls who I went to school with, and their holes were great, but not like this. As I stood there fingering the unconscious animal, I felt my cock stir in my pants. I looked around. I guess maybe I was half expecting someone to suddenly be there. Hell, they were gone, home and having supper. It was me, and me alone.

I made a snap decision. I dropped my pants and shorts, then removed my lab coat and shirt. If no one was around, I was going to be doing this without encumbrance. Then I thought things over for a second. You see, my quarters were attached to the clinic. Not an ideal arrangement for me, but I was beginning to see it had possibilities. I pushed the gurney into my room, dropped it to mid level, and rolled the puma onto my bed. It took a few moments to get her arranged on her back again, but when I was done, she looked like she was waiting for a lover.

I had some of the medical lubricant with me. There was no point in not using it. If I caused any damage it would be noticed by someone, not the least being the puma. I greased up her hole and my cock and climbed up on the bed. I was nervous; not about being discovered though. There was absolutely no one here. I was concerned because I was doing this with fewer qualms than I should have. My main concern was her. I knew that if I didn't fit I would have to stop and take her back to her enclosure.

As it turned out, I did fit. I positioned her rear legs as to remove the danger of me getting scratched with her claws. While she might be out, there was no guarantee that I still couldn't get a nasty cut from them, retractable though they may be. I wasn't interested in having to play doctor to myself. Her tail was draped to one side. That left her tan furry lips perfectly exposed.

I worked the head of my cock I, watching her lips stretching ever wider as I pushed in. It was so damn tight I nearly blew right then and there. As it was, I watched inch after inch slide in. Now, I'm going to be truthful and mention that I'm just an average guy. Still, watching about seven inches of your cock plow into a big, wild cat is something you'll never forget.

Feline anatomy was something I studied in vet school, because most of us were going into private practice. A few like me had aspirations of being something a bit more exotic. Still, a cat penis was a cat penis and they were all rather wicked things. I couldn't help but wonder if this ole girl was feeling anything right now. If she was, I'll just bet it was better than having the equivalent of a porcupine shoved up there.

I lay there for a moment, savoring the feel of her. Cats have a higher body temp than humans, so believe me when I tell you she was hot. There wasn't a lot of anything else though. The tranq was doing its job and she was just laying there, unmoving. I shifted my weight and went to it. The first few thrusts were made haltingly, as each inward push pulled some of her outside apparatus inside. But, as the hole loosened a little, my movements became smoother, and her parts remained where they should have been.

I soon became absorbed in what I was doing. Screwing a big cat had never been on my list of things to do, and now I was extending my vision to the other animals here. True, this might be a onetime occurrence, but who knew what the future would bring? Real lions? The donkeys in the petting zoo? There was quite the variety to choose from.

I leaned down over her, watching her head bob and weave in time to my pelvic thrusts. Her tongue was hanging to one side, and I occasionally checked to make sure she was still breathing. I figured with this much stimulation, that wouldn't be a problem, but she was still my patient and I her doctor.

Like I said, it wasn't a problem. I screwed her for about ten minutes before I blew a load deep inside her. This time, however, I swore I could feel a response from her body. I glanced at her face and saw her tongue was now inside her mouth. I could feel a slight purring from inside her chest. I pulled out and freaked out. She was coming around. I guess it wasn't unexpected, but that meant I had to get her to her cage as soon as possible. I pulled on my clothing, yanked her over to the gurney and flew out the door like a freight train. It was a good thing the cart had straps, because I might have lost her half way there. As it was, I made it, fumbled the key in the door and got her safely to the ground without incident.

I stayed outside for an hour until she got to her feet. I hadn't even bothered with the antidote for the drug she had been given. She was up, and roaming her boundaries on wobbly paws. She would come over and stare at me for a few minutes and then walk around some more. I made checks on her every hour, and eventually we both went to sleep.

I came by in the morning, wondering if anyone would somehow notice that I had tapped her hole. Hell, no one was that interested in her. She got fed and as usual, they shoved her raw meat through and left. That lack of interest changed however. There were already visitors there by the time I got around to see her. Of course, there was a fence between her cage and the visitors to keep people from doing something stupid.

I was in between taking a good look at her when a little girl started to ask me questions. I felt obliged to answer them. It wasn't often the crowd got a one on one with the staff, and they ate it up. I sort of forgot where I was at, and leaned against the cage. They were engrossed in what I was telling them about the species, all the while thinking to myself that should have showered this morning. (I woke up late. Imagine that.).

As it was, no one noticed the tawny cat sneaking up on me until it was too late. I heard a gasp, then felt a rough tongue on my back, where the shirt had pulled loose. I about jumped out of my skin. So did the crowd. I turned and there she was, sitting there, bright eyes and about as curious as a cat with a new toy. I cautiously put my fingers through the bars and she pushed up against them, purring insatiably. Soon I had half the park visitors over watching, as well as most of the staff.

Olive had never taken to anyone. Now, after a teeth cleaning, she seemed to be my best buddy. I was growing ever more uncomfortable with the situation. Her behavior made sense I guess, but only if you knew what had happened. That was never going to come to light. How could it? I would get fired and arrested and my life would be ruined.

Everyone ended up blaming it on the drugs and figured she'd revert to her old self. For the others, she did. But not for me. Whenever she saw me, she would make a racket until I came over and scratched her ears. Sometimes she would roll over on her back, but I wasn't stupid enough to stick my hand in that far. She was still a wild animal. But it did give me thoughts of trying my little escapade again, only sans drugs. I would have to monitor her for estrus. If I was going to be heroic (or stupid) I was at least going to be prepared. Either she'd be willing or she wouldn't, but I intended to stack the deck in my favor.

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Hey there! Yeah, it's me again. I was going to tell you about some of my other experiences, but a few of you seem to have gotten caught up in what happened with Olive, the cougar. I was going to get to that after I told you about a few other experiences, but I guess I can skip ahead to her again.

Like I said, she had a change of heart were I was concerned. While she still held a lot of her caretakers in contempt, she held me in some place of honor. Not content with resting on my laurels, I visited her for the next several days and petted her through the cage. I would have risked going in, but the park rules were rather strict against doing anything so bold, and dare I say, stupid. Regardless of anything else, she was still a wild animal.

Since she was three year old, I knew that if she hadn't started her estrus, she would be very soon. In fact, it might account in part for her present friendliness. There was always a chance I would have to wait until she came into it again. Then I remembered something I had in the clinic and rethought my strategy.

I read up on the species, since our classes on such creatures was limited to the other big cats as they were more common in zoos. She was going to be a challenge to mount due to her nature. If you know anything about big cat mating, the female crouches while the male mounts. I suppose it's because crouching helps to keep the female steady. A male is always bigger and heavier. For that reason I always admired does taking the weight of the buck.

A look in the mirror was hardly necessary to show me that I wasn't built like a feline. If we were going to do this, there was going to have to be some adjustments made. Part of me just wanted to drug her and do it like last time. But the adventurer in me said I should go for the gusto. It was one thing to molest the cat while it was helpless and another to do it while she was awake and willing. Still, I was no fool.

In the evening, when everyone was gone, I returned to her cage and scratched her chin and head. She was purring like mad. I was getting horny thinking about that tight little hole under her tail. In the middle of her scratching, she dropped to the ground and got into the crouch position. Her feet pawed at the ground just like a domestic tabby. It was comical, and yet it was also a turn on. She was interested in me.

She was too far away for me to do anything much through the bars. I scratched her rump, but at the cost of putting my arm in all the way. I dug my fingers into the base of her tail, causing her to lift her rump higher. She was horny all right. I grabbed her tail and tried to pull her back towards the barrier, but to no avail. She was a hundred pounds of unmoving muscle.

She finally seemed to get the idea and got up and moved closer, lying along the inside of the cage. I resumed my ministrations, working my fingers under her tail. I could feel a touch of moisture leaking from her furry vulva, and my finger went in easily. She growled as I pushed in, her rear feet working furiously. It was like she was doing a little dance.

That was enough for me. I knew that in general, big cats will mate often but for short durations. If you've ever seen a big cat penis, you'll know that sex for the female is a real pain. It's this sensory overload that sends them into ovulation. I was unclear how she was going to react to me. If she got pissed off I was in big trouble. Even a male puma knows enough to clear out away from an angry female.

I played with her for a few minutes and she seemed to love every second of it. I could almost hear a cry of dismay when I pulled my finger out and stood. She looked back, still crouched. I could swear she was pleading for more. "Sorry girl. I'll be back in just a few minutes. I must be crazy trying this, but seeing as you're willing, I'm going to give this a go."

When I returned, I had a treat for her, a pit of raw beef. I tossed it in. At first she sniffed it and proceeded to ignore it. She was looking at me. I was in my boxers only; I mean, there was no point in having anything else on. I also had the lube in my hand. I had about ten foot of string tied to it and secured it to the bars. If I needed to escape, I was dragging any evidence of me being in here with me.

She ate her snack and resumed her position by the bars. I worked my finger in again and proceeded to pleasure her. She seemed content with this, and unlike during a normal mating, she stayed put in one position as long as my finger was moving. After about fifteen minutes I pulled out. She snarled a little and looked back at me, her feet dancing in anticipation.

I sucked in a deep breath and walked around to the door. I opened it and locked it solidly behind me. This was the moment of truth. She stared at me and pawed the ground without moving from where she was. Her purring was incredibly loud. Her eyes were wide and her body rumbled like a street rod on a fast idle. I knew she was ready and willing, but I was still scared out of my wits.

I got down on my knees behind her. I lifted her tail and draped it over my right leg. This position was ideal for a cat, but not for a cat and a human. But I was in her territory and I had to follow nature's rules. I lube up my cock and pressed it against those tight, furry lips. I watched it disappear as her dancing increased and then suddenly stopped. I grabbed the base of her tail and pulled her backwards. She didn't resist in the least, though as before, she hardly moved either. A hundred pounds of cat is a tough thing to move one handed.

I was able to scoot closer, pushing in as far as I could. I could see her front claws working the ground. I was praying that she didn't find a reason to use them on me. This wasn't easy by any means, but it was trippy as hell. I preferred her as I first had her, but when in Rome, or in the wilds so to speak, you did what the lady wanted.

The lack of tiny painful spines on my cock meant that she was able to tolerate me for a longer period of time than she would of a male of her own species. I leaned in and gently grabbed her rear legs to use as leverage points. I could feel her purring right through her body as I proceeded to give her her first real foray into the world of mating.

Sadly for me, I couldn't really get any real action going. It was just too tough with her body so close to the ground. I'm not complaining precisely, just commenting. I so wanted to flip her on her back again.

She scared me nearly shitless when she abruptly jumped up and yanked herself off of me. She snarled a bit and then settled down a few feet away. It was typical cat behavior, but it meant that I had to get up and move. She was worth it I guess. I stood, stretched to get the circulation back in my legs, and started it all over again. I scratched her back and the base of her tail in preparation for going back in. That was when she rolled over and exposed her tummy. She was purring like a tabby. I took a chance and rubbed her stomach. She purred even louder. I got the idea to work my way up to her chest and neck, pulling the rest of my body on top of her.

At no point did she exhibit any signs of irritation with my moves. I finally got to where my cock was almost in position, so I sat up and took the plunge. She held stock still as I worked it in. I then returned to rubbing her belly and chest. She purred luxuriously, though with a volume that sounded, at this distance, like a passing freight train.

Now I was able to really screw her with a big more energy. While I was sure that this was abnormal for her, I have a feeling the drug I slipped into her meat was helping to override her natural tendencies. Yeah, I did that. Thorazine wasn't a common vet drug, but for some reason the cabinet had some in it. I didn't want her zonked, just amiable. I would have found it hard to explain even a single claw mark to my superiors.

She wasn't acting dopy. Not by a long stretch. She was acting like the biggest, friendliest kitty in the world. One that liked having its itches scratched. And I was scratching the biggest itch she had right now! I pressed down and forced myself in as far as I could go. I knew a male puma would have no qualms about pressing his advantage. I did the same.

I'm sure we looked strange, and not just the human/feline factor. Her body was built far differently than mine was, with my legs extending back a good long ways. Her body was long, and from tip of her tail to the tip of her nose was a good seven to eight feet. If nothing else, this kept me away from her fearsome teeth. Strangely, and perhaps because she was on her back, that mouth seemed to have a smile.

I changed my focus to the point of connection between our bodies. As before, she was tight. But unlike before, I could now feel a myriad of constrictions and twitches coming from her. Every once in a while I would hit a sensitive spot, and her leg would jerk and dig at the air, occasionally raking my belly. Thankfully, her claws remained retracted during these little spasms.

Figuring she could take my weight (I only weighed about 165 pounds back then) I lowered myself on top of her hips, pressing a large part of my weight there, while holding the rest up with my arms. She didn't flinched an inch, so I cut loose a little more, still careful not to get her upset. Apparently things were rolling along just fine, because outside of the constant purr that was rumbling through her body, she was content to lay there and take it.

I soon forgot that she was essentially a wild animal and got into the groove of our love making. In the wilds, she would have mated numerous times over a period of hours. She was going to have to be content with one long tryst. Or maybe two, if I was up to it. I started grinding away, pulling back and making long deep thrusts. It was a feeling I have experienced in only a few animals. She was my first and from then on always my favorite.

Eventually, I was beginning to feel the buildup in my own body waiting to be released. Throwing caution to the wind, I pounded away, relishing the feel of her tightness surrounding me. In a few minutes we were both growling as I blew my sperm deep inside her. I could feel her going through her own orgasm, which was something I made a mental note of. That wasn't something they ever taught you in vet school. I suppose such a thing had never been tested or inquired into before.

I sort of fell on top of her, feeling the continuing rumbling in her chest, this time directly into my ear. She was warm and soft. I was a little concerned when I felt her paws come down on my shoulders, but that was it. No claws, just pads and toes. I relaxed and nearly fell asleep. As it was, I slid off and onto the ground, pulling out and making her growl in annoyance. I was suddenly very much awake!

She jumped to her feet and made a low growl from the depths of her throat. I was on my back, realizing that I had just managed to piss her off. I was in deep trouble. She paced around me before sticking her nose in my crotch. Despite my present fear, my cock remained hard. Even now, in this moment of danger, my libido was thinking only of its own satisfaction.

Olive climbed on top of me and looked into my face. If she could have meowed, I think she would have. As it was, she ended up straddling me and licking my cheek. I could feel her crotch rubbing vigorously against my cock. Apparently once had not been enough for her. The missionary position had worked ok, but this, this was going to be different. That is, if she really intended to try this out. I don't think big cats are hard wired for anything more than straight up reproduction.

I was wrong. Figuring I had only my limbs or my life to lose, I worked my hand down and grabbed my cock, working it into her hole. It took some doing, but once I was in, there was little chance I was coming out again. Just to make sure, I brought up my knees to better the angle I was at. She licked my face some more, her rough tongue happily licking the sweat from my skin. Oh yes, you had better believe I was sweating!

She settled down on top of me and purred to her heart's content. She tried keeping her front paws on my chest, but it just didn't work well. I ended up with a few claw marks, and finally, of her own accord, she dropped them to either side of me. She was now staring me in the face as I moved my body into hers. Her tail was lashing from side to side, something I could only feel as it whipped back and forth across my legs. Something told me that if she were ever to be released into the wild, she would be showing the males a thing or two!

Her back feet eventually followed suit, leaving me in little danger of disembowelment. I don't care what you think or say. I was still afraid that she might snap. At least with her body no longer supported by her extremities, I could do a little more of my own movement. I grabbed her haunches and began forcing her down onto me, sliding her body over my cock. Her purring increased to a growl, and stayed at that level for the rest of the time.

Despite having recently blown a load, I found that I was coming again. Having a beautiful big cat on top of you, getting its insides tenderized and having it apparently enjoying it was a major, and I do mean major turn on. I cautiously put my arms around her and went a little crazy. She started licking my face until I felt my skin was going to peel off. I held on as long as I could before let loose. I was shaking her skeleton apart as I slammed home one final time that evening.

It was later that I assessed the damage to my skin. Not bad...considering. My shirt would hide it. As for Olive, well she was reluctant to get off. I think she was hoping for more. I would have loved to, but that was it for me. She finally stood, and with a snarl in my face, pulled off. Before I could move, she was curled next to me with "I dare you to move" look. I didn't move. As it was, I fell asleep out there in the cool night air with only her for warmth.

When I awoke, the barest light was creeping over the horizon. Whether she liked it or not, I had to go. I could just see the newspaper headlines. "Vet Makes It With Cougar!" Of course, back then everyone would take it literally, not like today when it also refers to an older woman. It would have been disastrous.

She stretched and stirred. I gave her a pat on the shoulder. "You're a good girl Olive, but I have to get back and get cleaned up before opening time. Maybe I'll see you tonight?" I asked it like I was expecting an answer. She purred and whipped her tail back and forth. I guess I would see how she was feeling. No point in upsetting the lady for no good reason.

I grabbed my shorts and the lube and vacated her enclosure. I was already planning for this evening. I was also wondering how much of it had been her and how much of it had been the medication. It wasn't a lot mind you, not for her weight, but I couldn't help thinking that it had to have done something. I sort of felt bad about it, but not too bad. I got what I wanted, and so did she. I mean, even with that drug, if she had been upset by my presence, I would be getting stitches right now. Or worse.

I turned to give her one last look. She was in that feline position, holding one leg up while she cleaned and bathed herself. She looked up and stared me in the eyes. Then her purring commenced again at full volume. Yeah, I think she was happy with our little session!

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I believe I failed to ever introduce myself before. My name's John, though everyone calls me Jack. Working at this private zoo was an eye opener. I was now looking at the various animals with a newly receptive eye. Suddenly, everything with a hole had possibilities.

The usual suspects didn't even get any attention right off the bat. Dairy goats and donkeys we had a number of, since they were a part of the petting zoo. I did have my gaze on them eventually, but something more exotic than Olive caught my eye. It was originally more of an "I wonder if", but it ended up being a, "wow, who knew?"

The zoo had a hodge-podge of animals, some of which were specifically purchased, and others that had been obtained as surplus from other zoos or animals that had been confiscated from private owners. Despite the fact that laws regarding exotics were pretty loose back then, people occasionally had lapses in judgment that, though legal, were misguided and stupid.

One was apparently a chicken farmer who thought that raising ostriches might be profitable. His problem was twofold. One, it was way too early in the game, and no one except the very trendy were interested. Secondly, he found that he had no facility to handle a bird that when grown, weighed in at around two hundred pounds.

She came to the zoo when she was still very small. Raised by her caretakers, she had attached her to people, lacking any of her own kind to be impressed upon. They had named her Goosey on account of her long neck. I found it to be a lame name, but I doubted the bird cared one bit about what she was called. Therefore, why should I?

Goosey was a popular attraction, for she was often fed by the visitors, including non-sanctioned food items. I put a stop to that, allowing the zoo to provide appropriate food that the visitors could buy. It worked fairly well, despite some complaints, and in the end, she was healthier and everyone else was fairly pleased. Remember, this was back when zoos were geared more towards people than preservation. If you're not old enough to remember those days, then maybe you shouldn't be reading the accounts of my unnatural exploits.

The ostrich was on friendly terms with the staff, and seemed to recognize anyone in uniform. She soon attached herself to me when I made my rounds, running along her enclosure as I would walk past. She would even, on occasion, snake her neck over the wall and grab my hat. It got so bad I would walk a few feet farther from her fence to avoid having to go after it.

It wasn't like she did anything with it. Once she stole it, it would be left on the ground. I'd unlock the gate and walk over to get it with incident. All she would do is run around me with her wings outstretched. I put it down to some sort of dominance issue and shook my head. I'd scratch her neck and she would let out a goofy sort of grunt and follow me to the gate.

This went on for some time, time being relative. It was a few weeks after I had discovered the joys of Olive. The day came when I needed to do a check on her. I had already told the zoo that she would be better off with other birds of her kind. They weren't interested in getting rid of her, and didn't want the expense of buying a friend or mate for her. It looked like she was going to be alone forever. She had already spent her first four years alone. I felt bad that she would have to spend her entire life as a spinster.

She tolerated her checkup pretty well. I thought she might get a little iffy when I had to take her temperature, but the little thermometer made little impression on her. In fact, she seemed to get a little stiff in the limbs when I was working back there.

Ask any vet from this time period and they'll tell you that avian medicine and anatomy were rarely focused-on studies. Those who did specialize were likely going to be working for large chicken or turkey farms, or maybe going on to study tropical species. Overall there wasn't a lot you could do for a sick canary except replace it. The same went for a budgie or a love bird. The cost in treating one didn't compare to the cost of buying a new one.

So dealing with the largest land bird was a bit of a novelty for me. I was thankful she was friendly. That beak could deliver a painful bite, and those feet were attached to some particularly strong legs. A kick was something to beware of. But like I said, she was fairly docile.

But now, back to when I was taking her temperature. I had never had much experience with birds, except for dead ones on the dissecting table. I was curious what a cloaca/vagina on an ostrich was really like. After getting her temp, which was initially worrying to me (being 103.4), I remembered that birds maintained a higher body temp than humans. I took my middle finger and worked it in. Now that she noticed. She didn't move away, so I pushed it in until I was up to my knuckle.

She was pretty roomy, and yet at the same time, tight. I figured a bird that laid eggs that weighed upwards to five pounds had to be able to deal with a good size object passing through her vagina. For some reason I felt a rise in my shorts. I bet she could handle me with no problem.

I read up a little on the species, but in the end, found that most of the information was on observations in the wild. They had a specific mating ritual that I was in no way feeling I could reproduce. I figured either she would tolerate my attempts or she would rebuff them. I wasn't going to force it, but I was at least going to give it a try.

Her regular caretakers kept her clean and free from dirt and debris. Birds can occasionally be a messy sort, but if you've ever had the opportunity to observe an ostrich, you'll see that being behind them when they go is a bad place to be. Goosey could shoot a few feet behind her. With her ability to propel her waste so far, she was rarely a mess.

So I decided to pick a day and try. Sundays the park closed early, so by seven in the evening everyone was normally gone. Olive was more apt to be awake at night, but ostriches settled down at dusk and didn't like to be disturbed. I had to pick the daylight hours.

Ostrich mating could occur standing up, but mostly on the ground, a bit like alpacas and llamas. I was hoping she didn't know any better and would remain standing. She was a little high for me, so I brought an old wooden crate to stand on. I felt like some farm kid trying to molest a cow (Not that I had ever heard such stories...).

Her favorite food was ground pork, so I brought her some from the refrigerator. She ate it out of my hand faster than a vacuum sweeper could suck up dust. I had little else with me; except for the crate, which held of course some lube; as well, a small dog collar and two leashes. I wasn't going to do this if she balked, but I was going to have a way of controlling her if she didn't put up a fuss. Two hundred pounds of bird is a lot to handle.

I did, sort of as a joke, bob my head and weave my body. She looked at me and spread her wings, bobbing her head as well. I spread my arms, trying to imitate the male's moves. I doubt I came close, and I most likely looked like a total fool. But she seemed to sense something in my movements and danced around a little. I came forward, scratching her neck as I applied the dog collar. I hooked both leashes into it and draped them over her back.

I walked with my box to a corner of her pen, hoping to keep her contained in a smaller area. I was still not sure how she would react. I guided her to the corner, dropped my crate behind her and dropped my pants to the ground, stepping completely out of them. There seemed to be no point in bothering with them. If someone was in the park, I would be seen regardless of where they were,].

I was pretty excited by this prospect. Since she was holding still, I figured I'd give it a try. I lubed up, squeezed some in her hole and but the head of my cock against it. It slipped in with incredible ease. And better yet, she didn't move a muscle. I finished pushing in, wondering at the warmth inside. Olive was warm, since feline have a higher body temperature than humans, but Goosey was a couple degrees hotter than that.

The ostrich was looser than Olive, and her vagina was of a totally different construction. The walls were smooth and slick and I could sense that it was thinner walled than a mammal's such as the puma. But then Olive didn't have to pass a baby the size of a boulder through her's either.

Goosey was reacting to my intrusion by holding her wings out to her sides. She was essentially still otherwise, except for the occasions bob of the head. I only hoped she had the patience to put up with me for as long as it took me to blow. I grabbed the leashes, careful not to put too much pressure on her neck, and used them for balance and a slight bit of leverage.

I was glad I had brought the crate, because otherwise this would have been very difficult. As it was, it happened to be the perfect height. The area surrounding her cloaca was bare, but the region outside of that was well plumed. It was weird getting used to feathers tickling my belly, but after a while, I found it kind of erotic. And kinky. But then, what else would one call screwing the largest bird on the planet?

After ten minutes, she continued to patiently hold still, so I kept going. It was a real trip, sinking my cock into this animal. At the time, there wasn't any good literature on the bird's anatomy and physiology, but the fact was, I was thinking that if my cock was twice as long and twice as thick, she would still have been able to take it.

I carried on for about another ten minutes before I felt the need to release. I pumped carefully, but with energy and passion, until I came bursting forth inside her. There really wasn't a reaction from her, so I guess female birds weren't biologically equipped to have orgasms. I more than made up for her lack of sensuality. Gripping the leashes, I slammed away on her rear until I my cock stopped erupting.

I held myself pressed against her backside for a while, enjoying the feel. I doubted very much that I would ever do this again. After all, she wasn't even a mammal, but an avian. But as I stood there, an irreverent thought came over me that haunts me to this day. From that day on, whenever holidays came around and people talked about "stuffing the bird", I had to stifle a laugh. There was no way I could ever explain why I found humor in that group of words. No one, and I mean no one had ever stuffed a bird as big as I had. 

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Yes, there were a lot of different animals at the zoo. So what questions do you have? Where was it at? Nice try... I wouldn't tell you for a ton of cash. I was never discovered I my clandestine activities, and I intend for it to remain that way. So what do you want to know about next?

I know, I know; how can you ask when you have no idea what I had access to? Well, let me see. There were the domestics I mentioned before. Hmmm. Maybe Annabelle...

Annabelle was a donkey in the petting zoo. She didn't actually mingle with people, but was in her own, rather open enclosure. She was friendly, since like a lot of animals, she got fed all the time. She was a touch overweight, but otherwise in tip top shape. There was no male, as it was with a lot of the animals, because the zoo would have no way of handling a large influx of births. That was something I worked on correcting.

Anna had a habit, with the information regarding it being passed along to me by the staff. She was missing a patch of her hair on her rump. The reason was that she was constantly scratching at the spot on a bit of wooden post that jutted off of the framework of her shelter. I had looked at it and agreed with their assessment, though it was obvious just by watching her behavior what had caused it.

When people wouldn't being paying attention to her, she would wander over and scratch her butt on the post, really getting into it. I didn't think much of it at first, because there were a lot of animals to get to know. It's hard to focus on a few when you have many under your care. Besides, what horse/ass/mule/donkey didn't getting itchy skin?

But one day, I was in the pen next to hers, checking over the sheep, when I saw her go into her shelter. There was a knothole where I could see in, so I stood and looked in on her. She was scratching her backside vigorously, but not like I had presumed. What she was actually doing was working it against her vulva and masturbating with it. I think that if she had a dildo nailed up there she would never have come out of her shelter.

It was a quiet day, so she stayed in there for a while, shaking the structure with her energetic self pleasuring. I quit watching, largely because I was getting a hard on. I returned to check on the sheep, and finding one in the back, behind a low wood partition, got some of my sexual tension out on the poor thing with my fingers. Thankfully, it didn't seem to mind. It seemed all the girls here in the zoo needed a guy.

The sheep were big enough to handle me, but I wasn't interested in them at the moment. Annabelle had exposed a rather hot pink slit during her frantic rubbing. It wouldn't be as tight as Olive or Goosey, but I bet it was just as willing, probably more so.

I left the sheep pen, went and found an apple, and returned to her pen. She trotted over to the gate, ears up and completely alert. I held up the apple and walked into her shelter. She followed like a pet dog. Once inside, I gave her the apple and while she demolished it, ran my hand over the bare spot. It was abraded, but not raw. She had been doing it for so long the area had calloused over. The poor girl! She needed screwed pretty badly.

As usual, I waited until evening, making certain the park was devoid of human life. I made my way across the compound to the petting zoo, to where she was still scratching at her itch. I had another apple with me, which she nearly pounced to grab. I patted her shoulders, her back, working my way down to her butt. She tolerated my actions with little fanfare, but as I worked my hand down her hip and inside, under her tail, she froze.

Her head turned to look at me. Her ears were up, and she snorted once or twice. Since this wasn't in any way aggressive, I worked my hand to her cunt and pried it open. She blew out a breath and held stock still.

She was wet, and as before from the glimpse I got, her cunt was a hot pink slit against her gray fur. She was tighter than I expected her to be, given her size compared to the others, but being a virgin, I suppose things hadn't had a chance to get stretched out. I slid in four fingers, but my balled up fist wouldn't go in. But damn, was she getting off on me trying!

I didn't need any other prompting. I stripped and got behind her. I lifted her tail out of the way and pushed in. Like with the ostrich, I knew she could take a lot more, and I sort of wished I had it to give.

I grabbed her by the haunches and went to work. She helped matters by pushing back against me. She was even biting the wooden board that ran across the one side of her shelter. I knew it couldn't be from pain, because lord knows I wasn't hung like a horse. She just needed it so desperately that she had to fight the urge to go crazy.

I had no such qualms. My first load was delivered within minutes. It was a turn on to know that she needed what I had to give. I pumped her full, all the while feeling her contracting around me. I remained at my station until I was sure I was done filling her up, and then started pumping her again. In no time I was hard and ready. This time I would last for a longer period of time.

As I did, she resorted to her ass wagging again. I guess old habits died hard, and her movements made it a little difficult for me to stay inside. A male equine, with its weight, would have held her still, but then again, he would have been done in less than a minute. We were going to have as long as I could hold out. I needed to get her to settle down.

Hardly believing I was doing this, I pulled out, and grabbing a halter from the cabinet on the wall, put it on her and tried to tie her head down low to an eyehook. She was patient with my attempts, but finally butted her head up. She suddenly stopped and sniffed my crotch. Recognizing her own smell mingled with mine, she snorted and gave my cock a lick. It was an incredibly slow one, running from my balls to the tip.

Now, if you know anything about horses and their teeth, don't be fooled by the fact that they're herbivores. Their front teeth are narrow and chiseled on the ends. They can inflict a pretty severe bite. So I was a tad nervous about having my cock anywhere near her mouth.

However, if you can forget about those teeth, then there is something else about an equine's mouth you should know. Their lips are designed for grabbed grasses and other plant material. They are very strong and very soft. Oh god, how soft they are.

I don't know if horses perform fellatio in the wild. I doubt it. But for some reason, she decided that she wanted my cock in her mouth. Once she started, I simple grabbed her head and hung on. And the fact was this; I have never had a blow job like this ever. Her teeth never came into play. Her wet tongue curled around me, and those lips worked my shaft all the way to the base and beyond.

I suppose she was sort of thanking me, and while I didn't mind, I was more than willing to keep working over her back end for as long as she tolerated it. But I was now no longer in a rush to get back there. The only odd thing was that she was mildly pulling me backwards. I figured out her plan when her head started waggling back and forth. She had worked herself backwards to her favorite knot and was rubbing against it like a manic.

I held onto her ears, hoping that I wasn't hurting them. Ears are pretty sensitive you know. After a while, I started my own movements, fucking her face with increasing ferocity. Her tongue was curled up like the lower half of a vaginal wall. Her lips were more interactive than I could ever have dreamed of.

When I came, I could feel her teeth against my crotch as I pressed in tightly. She wasn't biting. She just had her lips parted to make things easier for me. I grabbed her mane and pounded until I thought her head would come off. Of course, I was the one who lost my head. With a groan, I spilled my balls into her mouth.

I was panting like crazy while she patiently waited for me to vacate her mouth. When I did, she swallowed and whinnied. Right then and there I knew she was going to be my regular girl here at the zoo. As it was, she was turning around to present her butt to me. I smiled and patted it.

"Give me a little respite girl. I need time to recharge!"

She snorted and trotted off into the darkened enclosure. When she came back a few minutes later, I swear her look was "Well, are you ready yet?"

I grabbed my half limp tool and worked my hand over it. It was still plenty slick from her saliva. She watched me for a few minutes as I willed it back to life. When it was finally hard enough to stick back in her, I did. You could almost hear her sigh.

I worked her over for the next hour. Yeah, that long. I couldn't get the next load to come up. She enjoyed every minute of it. So did I, even if I was nearly ready to drop when I came. I was thankful our heights matched in the right spot, or else I would have had cramped toes when I was done.

The unique thing was watching her do her little winking trick that horny mares do. Also of interest was the doughnut hole right about it. It was as gray as the rest of her skin, but a little pink showed through there from time to time, giving off the idea that she might want a little action there as well. I might give it a try, but not tonight. I was all done. Sadly for her, I think she would have gone all night. She apparently had greater needs to be filled than I did, and that was saying something!

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Now, at the rate I'm going with my little tales, you're going to assume that I spent most of my time molesting everything within the boundaries of the zoo walls. Not true. Some were just too small... Ok, that's a joke. But it's true that not everything there was equitable to being poked by a human.

There were three that did intrigue me. We had one large, open, salt water tank, one of those old holdovers from the 1950's with the set up for having performing dolphins. The dolphins had been shipped out several years ago to a sister park. Now all they had was a small group of harbor seals and a few penguins. The place looked sort of devoid of life considering its size and the few animals in it. But it was clean, so that counted for something. Overall however, it was hardly an exciting exhibit.

Seals weren't a specialty of mine, so I had to look up a bit on them. Back then there wasn't much useful information to be had. As it turned out, they weren't too difficult to keep, and these were pretty healthy. And friendly. They were so used to people that at feeding time the caretakers were known to get trampled in the rush for fish. These guys were small for seals, but comparable in weight to a human. And while they didn't have feet, they could launch out of the water like a rocket.

I didn't try anything right away. I needed to get to know them. I was new, and even though they hardly noticed me, I didn't want to spook them. I started joining the crew at feeding time, learning which seal was which. I soon figured out their individual details. There was Aluki, Kanguq and Nirliq. Apparently someone had decided to give them Inuit names. I suppose those were better choices than what poor Goosey got stuck with.

Unlike the usual caretakers, I did something that immediately drew the lovable little sea mammals to my side. One day, I arrived at their compound in swimming trunk and dived in. The staff about freaked, thinking, I believe, that they were somehow dangerous in the water. These guys weren't Leopard seals, just common everyday seals. They ate fish. Period.

I was quickly surrounded by the three, who found it novel to see one of their two legged benefactor suddenly swimming with them. Apparently no one had ever thought about doing this. And before you go talking about the water being contaminated and such, remember these guys live in the ocean and people swim in that all the time without thinking about. Just imagine the things that float in that! At least this stuff was constantly running through a filter.

After that first day, I swam with them every opportunity I could, until they looked forward to my arrival as much as they did the buckets of dead fish. The managers of the zoo found my little dips to be disturbing until they drew the attention of the visitors, who suddenly found a keen interest in watching. After ticket sales went up, they continued to let me do it. To be honest, keeping up with the animals wasn't all that hard, and so a daily dip was fun.

The three girls soon took to me like the leader of the pack. Of course, they could out swim me ten times over. On solid ground they were slow and clumsy, but once they hit the water they transformed into little ballerinas.

I had the zoo invest in some books for the veterinary hospital. I read up on the species, such as there was, and was quickly disappointed. These guys mated in the water, leastwise, that's what was assumed. I wasn't against trying a little tryst in the water if they were willing, but there was a disparity in our body forms.

What? Haven't you ever wondered how a female seal is formed? While some of them are as long as a human is tall, they are not in any way equal. My cock was at the approximate midpoint of my body, whereas a seal's vaginal opening was at its base, just under the tail flippers. So to make out with one in the water, I would drown before I ever had a chance to blow a wad.

I was therefore cultivating a bit of socialization with them on the concrete pad that jutted into the pool. It was one of those features that was designed by someone who had no idea what seaside rocks looked like. Over it was a poor attempt at reproducing the look of natural stone, and over the years had developed cracks running through it. A true sea worn rock was smooth. I suppose though to a seal's tough skin and thick layer of fat, was hardly noticeable.

The trick was then, to coax them into being willing partner's out of the water. If I could convince one of them to roll on her back, and if I had knee pads to save my poor patellas from the hard surface, I just might make it work. So the first thing I did on my free time was go out and purchase some pads, like the ones you use for gardening. I also bought my own supply of lube. No point in making it obvious that the clinic's supply was running out so quickly.

One fine, warm evening I made sure that the park was shut down and everyone was gone before breaking out the equipment. I changed into my swimming trunks and carried my pads and lube in a waterproof bag, in case the nosy little buggers decided to make off with it. They were curious about everything.

I started off by swimming with them for a while. They responded to my little dip by swimming circles around me. When I popped out and sat on the edge, they zoomed to the surface and joined me. So far, so good.

I chose Aluki out of the three and scratched behind her diminutive ears. She accepted it, moving partially on her side. This was what was hoping for. I moved my attention to rubbing and scratching her skin from her neck all the way down her belly. Eventually, she got so caught up in it she rolled over completely. I worked my hand down to her back end.

Her cunt was covered with a little slit that was as tight as a, well, I don't know. Anatomically speaking, it made sense. An open hole would be subject to the effects of seas water and all the little things that floated in it. Then again, mating on a beach, as some of them did, a hole that could tighten up and keep out the sand and surf was a necessary adaptation.

I pressed my thumb and finger on either side and gently pried it open. She lifted her head and watched me, but otherwise didn't seem to be bothered by my personal intrusion. I took the middle finger from my other hand and pushed it in. The opening was tough like the rest of her skin, but inside the color ran hot pink and the tissue was as supple as any human cunt.

Figuring I had nothing to lose, I stripped off my shorts, put on the pads and grabbed the lube. I climbed over her tail and positioned myself. A male seal, if it was of a species that mated on the beach, would have mounted her from behind and on top. But we've already established that I'm not a seal. Oh, I suppose I could have made that work, but it didn't seem worth the effort.

So I pried her slit open, squeezed in some lube and leaned down until the head of my cock hit the narrow opening. From there, it was several sharp hip thrusts and I was in. I put my hands down on the concrete and went to work. The first thing I fell in love with was how her slit closed up around me. It was automatic, and not simply a matter of her tissues closing in on me. It was literally a muscle driven action.

Think of it like an anus, maybe even Annabelle's anus. It was a ring of muscle that controlled movement in and out. That's what I had here. It wasn't constructed the same, but my cock didn't care. As for the seal, she was chilling, occasionally looking back at me, but not voicing any concerns. Trust me, if she wanted to leave, I wasn't in the position to stop her. Her pals were checking us out, apparently curious as to what we were doing. One finally fell asleep while the other dove back into the water.

Me, I dove into her depths like a submarine. I was a strange sensation, touching bare skin so up close and personal with an animal like this. Its surface was fairly cool, seeing as it kept her from losing body heat. The water in the enclosure was cold, though probably not as cold as it was in the wild. That layer of fat is what allowed the creature to survive.

I doubt most people ever think about seals. I'm sure there are a few morons out there who think that they're fish. I have overheard a few of the visitors talking about dolphins and porpoises like they're some sort of shark. The ignorance of some people is appalling.

As it was, Aluki was a willing, if mildly indifferent partner. If I had been a male seal, this might not have been happening, but maybe to her, I was still just scratching some spots that she couldn't reach. It was certainly Annabelle's problem. The seals had no such way of relieving themselves here in th zoo.

I thrust away at her insides, reveling in the feel of her tight, rubbery flesh grasping at my cock. I wondered if the males only got off once during mating. Some animals mated repeatedly, and some did it once and moved on to another. That would leave a lot of frustrated females in my opinion. There was also the fact that they mated only once a year. I was bound and determined to show this little lady a good time.

I'll say this. The position I was in to accomplish this was not bad, seeing as I was resting part of my weight on her body. My knees were fine, but after a while I moved my hands to her belly because the concrete was causing havoc with them. Thankfully, her body, despite all of the fat underneath her skin, was taut and firm. My hands didn't even leave a depression.

I would challenge you to find a human female who was that fit. I'm not knocking them, really I'm not, but especially today, years after this happened, I look around me and wonder why people have let themselves go. I think everyone should take up swimming. It's a great way to stay in shape. Trust me. My girls were tip-top. So was I.

I happily fucked her for as long as I could hold out. I figured I would take one shot and not press my luck. As it was, she seemed cool with what I was doing. I can't honestly say if she was into it at all, as many animals reacted only during their estrus. But she was happy enough with me to stay put while I gave her such lavish attention.

After a while I closed my eyes and pictured a secluded beach somewhere. I could feel the sun on my back and the wind in my hair, as the waves lapped at my feet. It didn't take long after that for me to blow. She might as well have been my own little version of a mermaid. For maid she had been right up until I came along.

I worked my legs so hard when I came, that later, when I got up, I noticed that I had rubbed a good portion of the rubber off of the knee pads. I hoped no one noticed it, for some of it was ground into the surface. That tells you the amount of energy I had applied to getting off.

When I was done, I fell on top of her, sucking air like the oxygen starved fool I was. I gave her a weak hug, squeezing her sides as I got my breath. By this time, Kanguq, who had been swimming, rejoined us and looked around quizzically. She sniffed the air, but soon huddled with her other pen mate. I pulled out of Aluki and pulled on my shorts. I gave her a pat on the head, gathered my stuff and exited the enclosure.

As I walked back to my rooms, I contemplated my recent experience. I think that doing this with a wild one would have been more exciting, as it had been in my imagination. It was fun regardless, but Olive had that element of danger to her, and Annabelle was totally into it. Those things made it more satisfying. Aluki had her anatomy going for her...

I stopped and laughed out loud. In that moment, I gave myself a nickname. Aluki was a fine little creature to be sure. And I had definitely enjoyed myself. That meant that in the end, I really liked a nice tight seal. I guess that made me a bit like Tupperware!

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The zoo kept me hopping, and there were days when all I could do was think about my animal friends and nothing else. I did have a job to do and that was paramount to my own pleasure, because in the end, every animal here was under my care. I could treat none of them any less carefully than another.

I think I mentioned before that we would occasionally get in animals that belonged to private owners who couldn't take care of them. It often consisted on smaller species, ranging from chinchillas to lizards. Once in a while we got something a little bigger if we had room. This is where Juneau comes in.

She came in the back gates one day without a word of warning. The animal's owners had been contacted by local authorities who said that she was illegal for them to have, and to find a new home for her. Since we had an empty enclosure with a small pool, the zoo owners said they'd take her. No one asked me what I thought.

The enclosure was too small for her, at least in the long run, and the pool too shallow. I told them that it might work as a stop gap measure, but that she couldn't stay for long. They would have to see about getting her shipped back off to the wilds where she had been found. Apparently her mother had been struck by a semi and so idiot thought he could make he a pet.

Juneau was a young moose cow. She was the first I had seen up close, and outside of being frighten from her recent move, she was in fine shape. She had big eyes, brown fur and those incredibly stilt-like legs. She was only about half grown, and when full sized, she would be bigger than the zoo was prepared to deal with. I told them they could spend the money on a bigger pen, but they demurred. I thought it was short sighted, but then again, did we need another female without a breeding partner?

I checked her over, told them they had to find plenty of pond vegetation for her, and went about my duties. As it turned out, getting food was not as easy as I think they had counted on. A moose's diet is mostly aquatic vegetation, from water weeds to cattails and other marginal plants. Those were not things you could get from the local produce vendor. And as each day would pass, she'd get bigger and eat more.

Therefore, she was soon on the list to be shipped to a region that had a resident moose population. So I had to spend a lot of time with her, making sure she was immunized against disease. We couldn't chance her carrying something devastating into an existing population.

I was interested in her for her gender, of course. An adult cow might weigh around eight hundred pounds, and given their standard temperament, pose more of a risk than they were worth, even if they were willing. But Juneau was smaller by far, making her size less intimidating. That left it to whether she would tolerate any advances from someone like me.

I suppose I could have pressed the issue, either with force or with drugs, but both of those options seemed cruel. She was alone, and only a calf, albeit a big one, and growing all the time; but still, she was my charge and I couldn't shirk in my duties.

That didn't keep me from paying special attention to her over the next few months. She was growing fast, faster than she would have in the wild, and was soon topping out at over three hundred pounds. That was a hell of a lot more than I weighed!

Each day, I visited her, scratching her behind the ears, just like my donkey girl, and rubbing her shoulders and back. When no one could see me, I worked down her back to her butt and under her tail. At first she shied away, but over time she got used to my fingers exploring her nether regions. Her brown pigmented skin opened up to glistening wet pink, and after a while, she seemed to be pretty cool with my investigations into her private parts.

I made the decision to do her before she got much taller. I was already going to have to use a crate to adjust for her height. But my timeline got bumped up when I was informed that the zoo was sending her to Maine. I was surprised they sprang for the cost, but I think the cost of keeping her far outweighed the revenue she might have attracted.

That meant I had only a week to get it on with her. I opted for sooner rather than later. She was naturally pretty slippery, so I skipped any unnecessary equipment and stole away one night to her enclosure. She was still standing, cooling her extremities in the water. She snorted and walked over to me, hoping I suppose for a handout. I had a head of lettuce, not quite her regular food but an acceptable substitute. She munched away happily and then nosed me, looking for more.

"That's it girl. That's all I brought with me." I ran may hand over her backside, getting a feel for her willingness. She sort of wandered away, so I followed her. In the back, at her shelter, she stopped and stood. Figuring I had little to lose except for time, I stripped and placed the crate behind her. I got up and mounted her.

She didn't seem to really notice. My cock was nice sized, but it hardly compared to what a big girl like her could take. While she wasn't anywhere close to being a tight fit, she was snug enough and since she was a willing virgin, I didn't see where I had room to complain.

I had decided that if she moved for made a fuss, I would be done. There was no point to putting her off. But she impressed me by holding still. It made things a whole lot easier for me. She was warm and moist, and I hoped that she was finding it at least comfortable if not pleasurable. I certainly was. The fact that she was holding her tail high was a good sign, as normally she would be more apt to keep it down.

I hung on to her hips, getting a grip on her soft brown fur and I putting my whole body into this. There were times when I could feel her tighten up, and once or twice I felt her legs given way a little. But those things didn't seem to forecast any difficulties, so I continued. She was remarkably pliant, and I wondered ahead to the future, wondering what her mate might have to offer her. Size certainly, but not any lasting endurance. Her first time was going to be her best, if I had anything to do about it.

I was very much enjoying her feel, and the fact that she was an unusual animal to be able to have in this way. Some of you may think that lions and tigers would be rare, but you'd be surprised how few zoos kept North American mammals. The thought was that you could see them by going on a drive. Exotics, in a zoo, were commonplace.

After about fifteen minutes of pure bliss, I felt her begin to shudder a little. I had to assume I was having an effect on her insides with my persistent prodding. Her internal pink walls were beginning to convulse and it was absolutely incredible. I doubted that in the wild, with their own kind, they had sex long enough for something like this to happen, but I was no expert.

I put more effort into it, pushing in deeply and then pulling back almost until I was out, before pushing in again. I could feel her clamping down. I did this for several minutes until she had squeezed herself tight. This time, when I took off on a speed drilling, it was like she was a totally different animal.

She let a low call as I barreled away on her backside. Her body was shaking, a slight tremor, and it ran from her butt to her nose. I finally couldn't hold out any longer and pounded away with unabashed enthusiasm. When I came, it was whilst pressed tightly against her backside.

I hung on to her for several minutes, leaving only when she caught me off guard. She suddenly let fly with a stream of urine, and I felt the warm fluid spray all over me. I wasn't upset, since I was naked, but I did take a dip in her pool to rinse off. I gave her a hug and patted her nose, gathered my cloths and went back to my quarters.

The next day she was pretty frisky, and bounded about her pen in a playful mood. The visitors loved it. It did help to raise their spirits over the fact that we were losing her, but I gave a few impromptu talks, telling them how her new life would be better for her. Over the weekend the truck came, and I gave her a sedative to help her tolerate the long ride to her new home. It was a sad parting, but a necessary one.

I still have a picture one of the visitors sent me. I was hamming it up for the camera with Juneau, and she was in the process of licking my face when the visitor snapped it. It's a cute photo, and it reminds me what a nice girl she had been. It would have been interesting to see what she would have been like fully grown. I would have needed silts, but hey, she would have been worth it! 

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So what do you think the smallest animal is that a human can screw? Well, I guess that depends on the size of your cock. For some lucky gents out there, it might be a horse. For others a goat or a dog. So the question is moot, isn't it? A more important question is what is the smallest thing I managed to stick my dick into.

That would be Koroba. And she became quite my friend. For some of your out there, this story may be less interesting than my others, but in the end, it hardly matters. I'm telling what was. If you dislike it or disapprove, it's not really my problem.

We got Koroba from another zoo. It seems that they in turn got her from yet another zoo, and no one was smart enough to figure out why she wasn't fitting in with members of her own kind. She was young, but that shouldn't have been a problem. No matter what they did, the other animals attacked her and drove her away.

This is where we came in. We had none of her type. And we had a space for her to stay. When I got her she was terrified and recovering from injuries. Chimpanzees were not nice apes.

She might have looked like a chimp, but bonobos were different in so many ways. For one, they weren't violent. Secondly, they were very social animals. So being alone and afraid had done a number on her. But I am getting ahead of myself. At the time, I thought she was simply another chimpanzee.

I had a cage in my veterinary station where she initially went. She was traumatized from the transfer from zoo to zoo, as well as the injuries she had received during those visits. I knew better than to push her. She wasn't likely to be dangerous, but she had to get used to me. I had to earn her trust.

The first couple of days involved frequent feedings laced with a sedative. It was both to calm her and to keep her from picking at her injuries. This went on for a week or more. Each day I'd stick my hand in, not really touching her, but cleaning and rearranging the contents of her cage. After time, she showed some interest in what I was doing,.

It culminated one morning when she reached out and touched my hand. I looked up and smiled at her. Her hand rested on mine for a moment before being pulled away. I went one step further and touched her shoulder. She cringed for a moment, and then relaxed when nothing happened. I kept my smile huge. She hooted and made a smile back, sort of a "yeah, I suppose so" sort of gesture.

After that, she seemed to come out of her shell. Of course, at this stage, I didn't know she wasn't a regular chimpanzee. It wasn't like there was a lot of information on the varying species at this time. So for all I knew, she wasn't all that special.

I'm not being rude, leastwise not on purpose. Chimps were used in labs, and in carnivals and sideshows. So to me, she was just one more ape. I guess I should have figured something was askew, but as I had no other s to compare her to, I went on my assumptions and instincts. And my instinct said she was just another primate. They might be genetically related, but you had to be careful around them.

Over the next few days, she went from being a recluse to riding on my side. Bandage changes grew easier, and eventually, were no longer needed. She had some marks and scars that might never fade, but they were healed up and that was fine by me.

She was a fast learner, and we even got to the point where we sat down and ate together. I knew she needed socialization, and without any of her kind that accepted her, she was stuck with me. She seemed to be delighted in our interactions, but I must say, I got sick of eating fruit exclusively in a short span of time. I would never go vegetarian by choice.

I did notice rather quickly that if I had something she thought she wanted, she would display her genitals to me. I thought that maybe it was a quirk. Since she got whatever it was she wanted, nothing more ever came of it. But it did get me thinking.

She wasn't very old, maybe half grown, and part of that was from her not eating well in her previous habitats. Despite her size, her genitalia were pronounced and very pink, which didn't seem normal. Of course, the only books I had listed the traits of regular chimps. I wondered if she had some sort of hormone imbalance.

The real clincher came the day I decided she needed to get washed up. Apes weren't found of water, hence the reason a lot of zoos had moats. Braving the storm, I carried her, draped over one shoulder and my side, into the bathroom. I turned on the water and allowed it to adjust. "Ok girl, time to get you cleaned up!"

As the water hit her she stiffened. Her eyes got wide and her grip grew painful. But as the minutes passed, she relaxed. I got a good blob of shampoo from the bottle and since she was hanging onto me, I used both hands to get her scrubbed clean. I watched as the dirt and bits of old dried blood fell to the shower stall floor and washed down the drain. I was careful not to get the soap in her eyes or anywhere remotely sensitive, simply washing those parts with plan water and a washrag.

As I washed her backside, she stiffened up, gripping my side with her toes. Her lips pursed and she let out a hoot. I carefully washed her area, and the longer I lingered over the job, the more into she got into it. I'll tell you right now I had no intentions of doing anything with her prior to stepping into the shower, but now I was getting a hard on.

Dropping the rag to the floor, I moved her around my body until she was hanging directly on my front. She felt my cock, and while I can't say she knew what it was, instinctively she rubbed herself across the tip. She loosened her grip around my neck and lowered herself over it until her pink puffy vulva was engulfing it. Her face was overcome with an expression of pure bliss.

Let me tell you, I wish I knew then what I know now about bonobos. But the fact was, we were both quick learners. I know some of you are probably thinking that she probably looked like some ugly human. You can think that if you like. I was looking at her as a cousin species, and it wasn't all that bad.

I assumed this was her first time, and she was into it like any hormone laden female. She let gravity drive her body down over mine. Even then, she gripped my sides with her feet, pinching my skin again my ribs. Thankfully, her fingers were interlaced with each other, sparing my neck a massive bruise.

You know how chimps get when they're excited? Oh you know; that frantic bobbing up and down. Well, try having one doing that on your cock. She was like a little kid; in her enthusiasm as well as her size. Sure she was hairy. So was every other animal I had screwed here, save the seal and the ostrich. And feathers were close.

She got so vigorous I had to press my hands against the sides of the shower to keep from tipping over. It was the happiest I had seen her to date, and I wasn't upset by her display of joy and that's a fact. I was on the receiving end of it. Her hips were working away at blinding speed, and I winced internally think how hard that intrusion of mine must be stretching her out.

She was one tight little lady and I mean that sincerely. She wasn't full sized yet , and I doubted that a male chimp had as much between his legs as I did. I knew that gorillas certainly didn't come equipped to match their size. Humans had bragging rights when it came to that.

As it was, she was filling up entirely without taking in all I had to offer. In other words, I was bottoming out inside her cozy pink tunnel. That was something I definitely couldn't do in too many other animals here; not and have them live to see another day. I'd probably tear them wide open. But this little girl was all about the contact, inside and out. And she was making sure I knew it.

At this time, I knew nothing about bonobos and their sexual activities, so I was bemused by her vigor and passion. It was also one of the few times my animal partner was as active, if not more so, than me. My asinine friend was quite the horny girl, but this chimp was three time that, easily. And even better, she was presently living with me in my quarters, such as they were.

We were done when I finally had enough of this treatment and blew my wad. I can't say how long we were at it, but not more than fifteen or twenty minutes. That was about when the hot water gave out. I erupted inside her, which seemed to go unnoticed, as she continued to work away on my cock. I lost rigidity, causing us to come apart. But she still continued to rub herself tightly against me.

I grabbed a towel and coaxed her onto a side table, where I scrubbed her as dry as I could. I also mopped up her crotch, were my cum was leaking out. It just got her going some more. She was one wound-up, tight little lady!

I used a second towel to dry my hair, even though I figured it was pointless. It was just habit. She hooted and pursed her lips as I dried myself off. It was obvious that she liked the close contact. And it was very, very close contact. Intimate. I was left wondering what that was going to mean for my future. She was supposed to be moved to a separate viewing pen. Something told me she wasn't going to be amenable to that situation. And neither was I.

She was going to be staying with me.

That night we slept together, and it was a sweet and endearing sight watching her gather pillows and towels to make a nest. She was still a bit damp, but it wasn't much of a problem for me. She curled up and closed her eyes, letting out a low quiet hoot. She was definitely feeling content.

In the morning she was up before I was, but she didn't go far. She was looking to me for everything she needed, and that included taking her outside. It was the crack of dawn, so I put on some boxers and took her out to urinate. She happily ran around her official pen, swinging from the bars. Maybe she wasn't going to be completely put off by her own quarters. That was a good thing.

We headed back then and I got out some more fruit. It was cute how she shared her food with me, and I was expected to do the same, even if we were eating the same things. And when I wasn't paying close enough attention to her, she moved over and sat on my lap. It didn't take long, with all of her wiggling, for my cock to harden up.

There was no fighting it, so I loosened up my fly and allowed her to sit. She was wet and slippery, and went down over it like it was nothing. She turned her head and stretched her arm back and gave me a kiss. Then she went back to eating. It was totally and completely surreal.

Needless to say I got fucked by a chimp at the breakfast table. She was a little more subtle about it than I expected. Instead of thrusting her hips, she just used her internal muscles to squeeze me as she finished her food. I can't say that I ever considered the concept of eating and having sex at the same time. It was certain a time saver. By the time she had worked me up to blowing my wad, I had just enough time to wash up, get dressed and head out for my duties.

On a whim I took her with me. My one boss was rather alarmed by the presence of a "loose" wild animal, but as she clung to me with an unbreakable grip, I was left to my own devices. The visitors loved her, but I did caution them to keep their distance. In the end, I took her to her pen and allowed her to acclimate to it. I came back after an hour and allowed her to resume her ride on my side. She seemed none the worse for the experience.

She hung out with me the rest of the day, hanging off of my side. She was a little much to haul around, and I figured it was going to take some time before my muscles and back got used to it. Eventually she consented to walking beside me, holding my hand. That made life a little easier for me.

The crowds loved her, and she was often the center of attention when we made our rounds in the zoo. She even helped with feeding time, throwing fish to the seals and hauling in hay for the domestic animals. And every night she kept me up for hours until I finally got her tired out. I was beginning to think I was going to have to put her in her pen just so that I could get some sleep! But then again, sleep was overrated!

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My zoo displayed a number of unusual animals over the time I was there, including a pair of female pups that we accepted as part of a breeding program. We were asked to watch over and care for them until they reached adulthood, at which point they would go back to their donor zoo to participate in their future propagation. I was always into supporting the protection of rare species, and this request make me quite happy.

Initially, I examined the pups to determine their health standing, but their subsequent care went to a couple of my flunkies. I didn't have time to personally look after every single animal, and I think you know why. I was a busy guy. But as the pups grew and became more independent, I spent a little more time with them, trying to make sure they were socializing properly. I didn't want them to be tame, but they did need to have a certain comfort level having humans around.

These ladies were from South America, species wise, though they were born in a zoo here in the states, and were the first I had ever seen of their kind. As pups, they were cute and fairly normal looking. But as they grew up rapidly over the next year, they got leggy and sleek. I'm talking about the unusual Maned Wolf of course.

They really weren't wolves, but they were members of the canid family. I think they were more closely related to foxes, and their weight put their size in between foxes and true wolves. They weren't a popular attraction at the zoo, because for the most part they stayed in their den during the day, coming out primarily at night.

I had been asked to make notes on their behavior, and since they came out at night, once a week (or maybe two if I wasn't too tired) I would spend an hour with the dimmed lights on, watching how they interacted. There wasn't much to say, with just the two of them, but I did my best to be a good observer.

As I would often bring them little treats (dead mice, or little cuts of meat) they soon looked forward to my coming. I even got so bold as to stay in the cage with them, once I learned they had no violent tendencies. They were pretty relaxed, though they seemed to grow more restive as fall approached. By this time we had had them a year and they were about as big as they were going to get. My pups were all grown up.

I wasn't certain that my notes were going to do anyone any good, as my interaction with them hardly seemed noteworthy. In fact they were supposed to be heading back to their parent zoo about this time, but some sort of snafu prevented their return. So we were sort of stuck with them for the moment. It wasn't the worst thing I had to contend with. They weren't any trouble, even if they didn't make for good viewing.

I had grown rather attached to them by this time. They were pretty things, even if they seemed somehow disproportionate in their looks. Their long dark legs seemed like stilts, but I guess they had evolved to be able to see above tall grasses. It was probably hard to hunt when you were short. Whatever the reason for their unique development, they were beautiful creatures and I felt bad the visitors rarely got to see them.

I had had fleeting thoughts about the possibility of engaging in a little amorous fun with them, but since they weren't ours, I had kept myself pretty strict in what I did around them. I had no idea at the time that they sexually matured at year one, and they had just had their birthdays a month or so before this particular night.

What made this night special was that the girls were much friendlier than they were prone to being. I'm not saying that they were ever mean, but they did tend to be aloof unless you had a treat on your person. Of course, I did this night, but even after they ate it up, they remained close. In fact the one, whom I nicknamed Salsa, had her butt in my face. I reached out and scratched her backside, right above her tail. She pressed her backside downward and wiggled in time to my fingers. It was comical.

That is, it was comical until I figured out what she wanted. It dawned on me that the girls had only had me as their regular male attendant. The problem was that I didn't know what I could do for them. They were a little small as far as canines went, but not impossibly so. And if they were in truly in heat, then I suppose their bodies would be a little more receptive than at any other time.

I tested the waters with Salsa by running my fingers to her vulva. Sure enough, she was slightly enlarged and there was dampness oozing out. I slipped my middle finger between her puffy lips and watched her as she hunkered down over my finger.

It was a little chilly for this sort of thing, and while the zoo was deserted, I still felt that if I could coax her to the den, we'd be better off. I slipped my finger out, getting a reproachful looked from her. Her sister, Mango (my nickname...sorry) came over and sniffed my finger before sniffing her sister. I think she got the idea what was going on. They both followed me to the den, which in reality was a shelter we had built for them. It was my design, and though a bit lame now that I think back on it, it was far better than the typical privacy spot, which in this day and age was pretty much non-existent. Animals were meant to be only display for the public. That's how they made money.

It was however cramped in regards to height. It took me a moment to get my pants off. Thankfully it wasn't that cold outside, just chilly. I kicked off my shoes, leaving my socks on, and pulled off my pants and underwear. Both of them looked at me like I was crazy or something, but then I didn't figure that there was any way of explaining human foibles to them. They would get what they wanted soon enough.

Salsa waited patiently, while her sister ran in and out of the den with nervous energy. I got up on my knees, crouching low to avoid banging my head on the ceiling. Trust me; if I had known I was going to be doing something like this even once, I would have made it higher. But she was cooperative, and while it took me a moment or two to get into a position I could hold for any length of time, she stood there and waited.

My finger told me she was going to be a tight fit. But then again, canines had knots, so if she could tolerate one of those, I was pretty sure she could take me. I spit on my palm and rubbed it over the end of my cock before pressing it against her hole. Her tail went up and her long legs stiffened as I pressed against it. It took several feverish moments before even the head of it made it inside. She was all squirmy by this time, thinking perhaps that I was just toying with her. There was no point in trying to explain to her the difference in my anatomy compared to her future potential mate.

Once my head was in, the rest followed, but only very slowly. She was tightening up as I pushed, and this incredibly sensuous feeling was also slowing down my progress. But, after much persistence, I finally had my belly pressed up tight against her backside. She was pressing down hard; like she needed to. There hardly room for me as it was, much less her needing to make it even more cramped and cozy.

This would have been easier if my back wasn't bent over like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, but I made do. I dug my fingers into her soft red fur and held her still while I tried moving. Sadly; or not; at first her whole body moved when I did. She was that snug. But as time went on, and her lubrication increased, I was able to start sliding inside, and after probably ten minutes, I was able to go a full five or six inches with each measured thrust.

That made this a whole lot more fun.

Salsa was obviously enjoying it too, from the way she was holding stock still. But then, I knew it was a hormonal thing. Unlike my little bonobo girl I told you about, most animals were only receptive during their estrus. So I figured I had maybe a week before they were out of it again. Chances were good this would be my only opportunity of doing this with them.

I played the pile driver on her backside for maybe another twenty minutes. I think I would have blown sooner, but the cramped space of the den was giving me fits. Of course, by now, I was working up a sweat. I shifted my hold on her to her hips and let loose.

I could feel the ridge of bone on the underside of her vagina rubbing my cock most wonderfully. By the time I came, I was very nearly raping the poor thing, but she seemed to accept it as part of the ritual. That ridge, on each outward pull, was milking my cock of everything it had. I kept going, filling her up with everything my balls had to give. And when I was done, I just held on to her, savoring the feel of her warm body.

When I did pull out finally she whipped around and chased her tail for a moment before settling down to lick her crotch. Hormones or not, I had probably stretched the poor girl out more than nature had intended. I almost felt bad, but a quick inspection on my part showed that she had suffered no tears or rips. She was just feeling the burn at that moment. Things would eventually settle down.

I lay back on the floor of the den and sucked in some air, at the same time stretching my back. It was amazing both how kinked it had gotten, and that I had been able to ignore the ache during my tryst with her. Now it was time to loosen it up, otherwise I was going to be sorry.

As I was laying there, Mango came over and sniffed my cock, and then began to happily lick it clean. I was so sensitive I nearly stopped her, but I tuned her out a little and was able to bear it. I know that sounds weird, but that's the truth.

My cock didn't get the message about ignoring her, however, and in no time I was plenty hard again. My back was still tight, but I figured I could sneak some pills from the medicine cabinet and sleep it off.

I grabbed her tail and gave it a little yank. "So you want your turn do ya?" She made a little yawn and lifted her tail once I let go. This time, however, it wasn't so easy. She seemed to be on the same estrus cycle as her sister, but her structure was smaller. The point is I could fit inside her.

There was no way I was going to damage her. That was against what I did as a veterinarian. But she seemed to be pretty desperate for some action. Remember the size of their stools, I wondered if her hormonal rage would allow her to tolerate a different sort of entry.

I tested the waters by spitting on my thumb and pressing it into her anus. She moved forward a bit, but then pressed back against the intrusion. I guess that was my answer. I worked my thumb around gently for a few minutes to loosen her up, and then pulled it back out; noting thankfully that my thumb came out clean.

I spit a huge wad of saliva on my cock and pressed it against her hole. This time she did let out a yip of sorts, and I guess I don't blame her. I watched as my cock stretched her ass wide. I doubt she would ever have trouble taking a dump after I was done with her.

Unlike her sister's normal hole, Mango's ass took me in rather quickly. Of course, I was able to penetrate her all the way, and I was soon crammed up against her tail. I got a hold f her hips and went to work.

Her back feet where digging into the floor, so I decided to make sure I wasn't actually hurting her. I let go of her, leaving her free to pull away. She stayed. I guess it was just sensation overload. So I resumed my grip and went back to work.

She had to tolerate me working over her back door for a while longer than her sister had had to. It couldn't be helped. My second time around was always longer. In fact, I finally had to change positions, and while she balked at first, I was finally able to get her on back, on the floor, and this made it a lot easier for me. She didn't seem to know what to do in this position, but as I was still working away, she didn't make a fuss. Her back feet would kick about idly and spasmodically, but I suffered no more than a few scratches.

I applied my thumb to her cunt and slipped it in. That got her attention! I could feel my cock in her ass as I massaged her insides as deeply as I could. When I finally felt the rise in my balls again, I pulled my thumb out and leaned all the way over her as I repeatedly penetrated her tail hole. When I finally spilled forth inside her, she was panting heavily and shaking like a leaf. I nearly fell on top of her, but I caught myself on my hands

My face came close to hers, and she slurped a bit wet one on me. "Thanks Mango. I liked it too."

We had a few more days, or rather nights of this, but they came out of heat within a week, as I had predicted. I never got a chance to play with them again, and a few months later that were transferred back to their breeding program. No one at the other zoo was any the wiser that the girls had already been broken in. I only hoped that their new mates would meet the high standards I had set for them.

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ifferent animals while I was there, from the most wild to the tamest. The kid's petting zoo, as I have mentioned, had a number of domestic animals available, and one in particular proved to be a mildly difficult client to delve into. It wasn't that she wasn't willing, for once I worked out the kinks, she was very much willing. It was just a matter of her nature.

We got her as a half grown cria. She was adorable, and I fell in love with her as much as the rest of the staff did, because simply put, she was adorable. She was fully grown at the end of twelve months, and she was a friendly, if sassy addition to the zoo. She would walk around like a little queen, looking for handouts and the occasional scratch behind the ears.

My interest in her manifested early, but since I had plenty to occupy my time (read the aforementioned stories) I waited until she was mature. I did a little reading up on the species and knew I was going to run into a serious compatibility problem.

All camelid species had sex in the kush position, meaning the female folded up her legs and waited the event out while comfortably sitting on the ground. That went for camels, llamas, alpacas and guanacos. So, on the pretense of needing it for doing her medical exams, I had a lightweight aluminum frame/box made that would force her to stay on her feet. It was a handy device, able to be broken down and stored when not in use. The zoo manager didn't complain about the cost when I mentioned it would work for other species as well, such as our deer, elk and goats.

I took plenty of time allowing her to get used to me, and like any other animal, food was a wonderful incentive for getting them to like you. We named her Hermosa; Spanish for beautiful. She was a lovely thing, with her long neck, eyelashes and curly coat. She was good natured, as shown by her tolerance of little children who spent their visits to the zoo trying to get a ride on her back. I intended to try this as well, only in a much more satisfying way.

Llamas didn't come into heat, or estrus, like a lot of other animals did. They tended to be stimulated into the release of an egg cell by the actual act of sex. That meant that I would just sort of have to find her in the mood for company. That made finding her receptive a hit or miss situation. I missed a lot. But not always.

How it happened the first time was rather strange when I look back on it. I had assembled the framework inside the main barn holding the farm type animals in preparation for examining the various animals the next day. The barn was spacious, and it housed the few pigs; the goats and sheep, and of course Hermosa. We did have deer that came in during really bad weather, but for the most part they remained out of doors. Anyway, the next day was going to be a health inspection day.

I set the frame up myself the night before, and while preparing it had her coming over to see what I was doing. She was incurably nosy and was constantly checking out anything that was happening around her. We accused her of wanting to constantly hog the spotlight, and she had to be part of anything that was different or out of her normal routine. Trust me, she loved having her photograph taken, being quite the poser. There were worse things she could do, trust me.

I kept pushing her away as I worked until I realized she wasn't going to be leaving me alone. So I upped the ante and swatted her butt, which had no effect at all. That gave me an idea. I finished building the frame and lured her inside it, where I closed it up and locked the bar in place. She now just had standing room only. She didn't panic, but she did seem a little put off by it.

I ran my hand under her tail and worked open her cunt. Unlike the rest of her that was covered in thick dense fleece, the area under her tail was bare and pink. She was a little dirty, as was normal for animal like this, so I wasn't alarmed by it. I went over to the sink and grabbed a towel, soaking it with warm water. I came back and washed her up. She tolerated it to the point of seeming to get some pleasure out of it.

I drew in a breath and made my decision. It was going have to be now or maybe never at all. I got undressed, pulling my boots back on when I was done. The floor in here needed to be cleaned and I wasn't much up for squishy stuff between my toes.

Height-wise we were nearly perfect. The only thing wrong was that she had a little wiggle room inside the framework. I fixed that by climbing in with her. My butt was against the cold metal while my front was snuggled up close to that heat radiating rear-end of hers. She was stamping her feet restlessly, so I spit a bit into my hand and lubed up the end of my cock. I would have brought the regular stuff from the clinic had I known this was going to happen.

I used two fingers to spread her lips open and drove the head of my cock in the resulting gap. It was a tight squeeze at first, but I pressed into her and the rest of it slid in without trouble. She was pretty tight for an animal her size, even more so when you considered the size of their babies, or cria as they call them in Spanish. She was a hell of a lot tighter than Olive, but maybe just a little less enthusiastic.

Once I was plugged into her rear, she tried several times to drop to the floor. She wasn't being perverse; she was just going with her instinct. If she had managed to get down on her knees this would have been nearly impossible for me, hence the need for the framework.

After a while she begrudgingly gave up trying to drop to the floor. I had a hold of her haunches with her tail plastered against my belly and chest. I was glad I gave her a wash up first. She was a little damp from it, but I had a feeling that by the time I was done we'd be a bit damper still. I was hoping for a long night.

You may or may not know that llama's are unusual in several aspects when it comes to breeding. I mentioned the kush position already. But the fact was, two mating llamas may go at it for nearly an hour, an almost unheard of thing in the animal kingdom. Why you ask? Because of predators. It's not advisable to be humping your mate for too long, for then you tune out your environment, which normally has one or two larger predators lurking around. But llamas, once they got going, didn't stop until they were good and ready.

I certainly was good and ready to get this party started. And I had a good half hour in me if not more, because I had been draining the tank often now, with all of the friendly animals at my disposal. I adjusted my stance and went to work. That slick, warm, tight, seemingly-endless hole was wonderful. I could feel her tunnel walls grasping at me with each pass, and I could see where a male might stick around longer than a few measly minutes.

To be honest, at this stage I had no idea what a male's organ looked like, but I knew as a matter of anatomy it had to be long. Like with Olive, I found myself wishing for a little more length. The diameter was perfect however, and I had no complaints there.

I slammed away on her cunt for five, then ten, and finally fifteen minutes. I was beginning to see why they might choose to do this on ground level. I had already had a long day and my legs were wearing out. But mornings where out of the question, so this was my only time where I could do things unobserved. I stiffened both my spine and my resolve and carried on.

She was making those little noises only llamas can make, and unless you've heard them, there is no way I can explain it to you. But it was pretty cool. It meant to me that she was into this one hundred per cent, and that made me happy and therefore my effort worthwhile. I picked up the pace a little, seeing if I could get her to react a little more. I don't think that I did, for she remained fairly motionless, but it got me going. I guess there was no point in expecting her to go beyond her limited boundaries. A screaming llama orgasm in the wild would probably bring down every jaguar for ten miles around.

At the twenty minute mark my hands started to cramp from the hold I had on her fleece, and my legs were getting wobbly. But I persevered. Leaning back against the frame, which sadly was not bolted to the floor, I pulled her backwards and renewed my efforts. My hips were working overtime as I slammed into the solidly built, yet delicately shaped backside. I tuned out the aches and pains and focused on the pleasure. It was a fairly easy thing to do as long as I concentrated on my cock. That meant ignoring the creaking frame as it scraped along the floor.

It was beginning to feel to me that the longer I went, the more like her vagina was acting as a slippery sleeve, for as I pulled back, it seemed that her walls moved a little with me. Whatever the case, I was enjoying it immensely and wishing I had the strength to go on for an hour longer. I got ten more minutes.

The frame work began to rattle more loudly as I drove it inside her like a maniac. I could feel little bits of fluff pulling loose from under my fingers as I fucked her hard and fast. She pushed back into me as my thrusts grew more rapid. Then she constricted around me, restricting her circumference and making her tighter still. That was enough for me. I cut loose as my balls spilled forth like a geyser.

By the time it was done. I was only managing to stay on my feet by my anchorage in her fur. Well, I was up against the framework too, and that helped. I stayed where I was for another good ten minutes, waiting for the strength to flow back into my legs. In the meantime, I could feel her quivering around my cock. I was certain that if I had the energy, I could go again. But unless she was willing to came back with me and lay down on the bed, we where both out of luck.

I didn't even get dressed when I left. I gather my clothing and stomped back to the clinic pretty much au natural. I got the boots and socks off, took a shower and went to bed. I slept well, and thankfully, when the alarm when off early in the morning, I remembered to go back and make sure there was no evidence of my presence there the night before. All there was, outside of the towel, was the framework, and since it was supposed to be there, I was safe. Hermosa was in her stall, on her own accord, and she came out to greet me.

I gave her some simple loving; a little scratch here and there and a pat on the head. I told her what a good girl she was. She nibbled at my hair as if to say thanks. I did notice that there was a trail of dried cum from her cunt traveling down her belly, so I scrubbed it away before anyone would have a chance to notice. She seemed to enjoy my presence there, and despite my cock rising at the thought of another round, I fought it down and returned to the clinic. My assistants would be coming along soon enough, and I had another big day ahead of me. But there was always tonight, if she was willing. I knew I was ready to hit the dance floor again. And like the night before, I wouldn't even need music to do the llama llama. 

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Do you know what a busman's holiday is? It's where you do something work related on your day off. Some people call it a working vacation. I had one of those once. I was granted a leave for four weeks to work with a friend at a marine park in Florida. I won't say which one it was, but its name is well known. He was working with dolphins, and he knew I had a little experience with seals and wanted to know if I wanted to broaden my horizons. He didn't know how much experience that was, and I wasn't about to tell him.

The park was aging at this point in time, but still in beautiful shape. And they had a lot of pretty cool marine life, from tanks with starfish and clown fish to pools large enough to hold dolphins. And what would be the point in having a place big enough for dolphins if you did have dolphins? So yeah, they had dolphins.

While visitors streamed in the front doors to watch shows and stare at marine life behind glass, I was behind the scenes learning all I could about the smaller members of the cetacean clan. It was quite the experience. Up to this point, my swimming skill had been what I would call sufficient, but when you got in the water with these guys, you found out pretty quickly that no matter how good you were, they were going to be twenty times better at slipping through the water like living torpedoes.

They were an interesting bunch. I won't quote the animal's names because then you'll be able to definitively track down where I was, and I don't need anyone else getting into trouble for something I did.

So there! *stick's out tongue*

Ok, so that was childish of me. Get over it.

Dolphins are pretty neat creatures; even if my opinion has been lessened over the years by recorded observations of some of their less endearing behaviors. On the other hand, they are no worse than humans, and in a lot of ways they are far superior. They don't dump garbage on the land. We use their home for a trash pit; from plastic bottles to radioactive waste.

That tirade aside, I found them to be intelligent, fun loving, and at times a little scary. There was one male in the group who had no problem flashing us his penis whenever he wanted to. It was hard to get a solid look at, though once or twice he did surface and roll, exposing himself like some old flasher in a gray raincoat. If I were to guess I'd say the old boy loved shocking the silly humans.

It was an impressive looking thing, his cock, and while I just might have equaled him in length, he was much thicker than a typical human one. And then there was the way it tapered to a point. That pink protrusion was quite the sight and it made a few of the female workers blush whenever they saw it.

When I came here, I didn't have sex on the brain. I was here to learn, but the sight of that ole boy got me stirred up. He was apparently a randy thing, and I wondered if any of the females would be receptive to a little cross species interaction. Of course, I had to figure out the method for telling them apart first. Most of the time, as they barreled through the water, they all looked alike.

I found out that unless you were in the water looking up at their undersides, there wasn't a whole lot you could do to distinguish them by their sexes. I was taught to look for identifying marks, such as bites, nicks, scars and other points of damage to their tough skin. I felt like it was figuring out my car from a dozen like-colored models by the scratches and dents they had. I was told I was essentially correct.

I soon had one, a female, who seemed to be intrigued with my presence. I'll call her Giggi. She was hanging around me a lot while I was in the water, though it was hardly an overt display like her male counterpart. She mostly would bump into me, and once or twice took the opportunity to swim under me and dump me face first into the water. You could tell she was having good sport at my expense. My friend laughed because when she swam under me, she was always upside down, exposing her belly.

Tom (my friend) said that she had a crush on me. I didn't know if he was teasing or being serious. After all, he was one of the experts. It turns out he didn't necessarily mean it in a sexual way. The individual dolphins had a habit of picking one or two favorites from the trainers and would often ignore the others. However, no one ever had the audacity to investigate just how far these relationships might be taken.

Giggi got to be like an underwater shadow, and after the first week she could be found waiting for me to show up every day. I was flattered, and more and more wondered if she would be receptive to a little one on one action. Of course the likelihood of that happening was nearly zero. Zilch. Nada.

Dolphins could hold their breath for a good long time, longer that I could. And they had sex underwater. I was thinking up ways of getting a SCUBA outfit and trying it, but soon found out that I would never have that opportunity alone. The tanks and regulators and such were kept locked up. To ask for the key would be asking for trouble, because no one was supposed to be in the pool alone.

That didn't keep me from checking her for receptivity. I would occasionally grab her dorsal fin and hitch a ride, allowig her to take me to the far side of the pool. I could still be seen, but not readily. I then floated until she came around again, diving under the surface to be alongside her.

With on hand I would grab her fin, and with the other explore the lower end of her belly were her opening was. The skin was tough, yet soft and rubbery. But sure enough, I found her slit, marked on either side by a mammary gland. My questing fingers were not unwelcome, it would seem, for she held sill while I probed inside. That slit was incredibly narrow, and she was able to control it with strong muscles. That made sense, for the slit housed both her vaginal opening as well as her anus. My exploration ended when my air supply did.

I surfaced and she rolled over in the water, apparently recognizing my limitations and offering herself for a little more playtime. The problem was, we weren't alone, so I scratched her belly and then started to swim back to the others. My new friend was very disappointed. I guess dolphins have their own moral standards. She came up under me and turned so that her belly as against mine. I grabbed her beak and she propelled the two of us, with her upside down, back across the pool. Tom was impressed.

"She really does have a crush on you. They rarely will get that frisky without a bucket of fish handy!"

What could I say? I guess I had a certain amount of animal magnetism. A lot of good it was going to do me now. With her flirtatious behavior noted by everyone on the staff, I wasn't likely to ever get a chance at any kind of play with her. And with the passing days, and her continued attention, that was getting harder to avoid. One of these times I was going to drop my trunks and have at her regardless of the consequences.

Of course I never did. It was one thing to ruin my reputation, it was entirely another to ruin my friend's and perhaps that a well respected aquarium. But I was often swimming with a hard-on, and that was occasionally difficult to hide. After two weeks had passed I began to formulate a plan. I couldn't make out with her in the water, but what if she came out?

Part of their act was with them rushing out of the water onto the smooth, painted concrete of the stage part of the pool. They would come out, do a little trick, get a tasty fish, and then twist themselves back into the water. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. If I could get her to rise up on top of me, I might have a chance of making it happen. The problem was, I had to practice with her during the daylight hours, and of course, only when she wasn't in the show.

She was a fast learner. I tried to make it look like I wasn't promoting her behavior, because she was quick to slide up on top on me in the back practice area. Sounds delightful, right? Nope. She weighed somewhere around four hundred pounds, and while in the pool this meant nothing, out of the buoyant effects of the water she was a beast. A compact beast but a four hundred pound worth of flesh nonetheless. Add to that the position of her slit. That meant that I was supporting all of her weight on my chest.

I played it coy after she had figured out what I was aiming at, and maybe she knew I had to work out a few other things because she backed off. But the day finally did come, and I was more than ready for it. It had been three weeks without sex of any kind. I hadn't hit on any of the human females at the aquarium because I had secretly been dying to get between Giggi's slit. Now maybe I had the chance. It was going to be tricky, but if I succeeded, I'd have an experience to go down in history.

One evening I stayed late, reading up on the numerous species of dolphins and porpoises, and I was left behind with a promise of meeting up again in the morning. The security guard was made aware that I was still here, but as he mostly ate doughnuts and watched his little television set inside the guard house, I didn't figure he'd be a problem.

I put on my trunks, went over to the switch that operated the gate to her enclosure, and let her swim through before closing it back up. One dolphin was going to be plenty. She bobbed with her head out of the water, emitting a series of squeaks and whistles.

"Shhhhh! I coming in!"

I splashed down beside her and grabbed her dorsal fin for a quick ride. I could totally see me working here! After a few laps around the pool, she slowed to a stop and I got off. I ran my hand underneath her and found her slit. It was cracked open a little, which I took as a sign of wanting a little attention.

I swam up to the slanted deck where they were expected to appear during their performances, turned and laid back. I pulled off my trunks and spread my legs. And I prayed. We had practiced this a few times, and I knew how much her weight increased as she came out of the water. I think the real trick was going to be getting inside and holding her in place once I did. It wasn't all that simple. She was slick, and her body was evolutionarily designed for slipping through water. That meant she was more likely to slip out of my grip than to stay confined with it.

I didn't have an erection, leastwise not one that would be suitable for entry into that tight hole. Before I could worry about that little detail she came out of the water and smack dab on top of me. I let out a grunt. But I grabbed her behind her dorsal fin with both hands and hung on. It didn't work. We both slid off into the pool. However, I was still hanging on to her. She bobbed with her head out of the water, her tail working the water to support both of our weights. Now this just might work.

The problem was in the relative position of our respect reproductive parts. Hers were lower on her body than a human's were, which meant my nose was going to be below the level of the surface of the water. That would give me only short bursts before I had to breathe again. The other possibility was for her to keep propelling herself out of the water. I doubted that was going to be effective as close as the slit was to her tail.

I took a chance and after taking a deep breath, I dropped down and fingered her slit. That was enough to get my libido going into overdrive. I embraced her body and positioned my cock and pushed. It was a feeling unlike any other cunt I had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I only wished I would be able to breathe at the same time.

I was inside her, wrapping my legs around her torso for the minute or two I might have before I would pass out from lack of oxygen. But she was a wise old girl and the next moment found her rolling on her back, her fluke making just enough motion to keep her moving and on the surface. I was able to pull some air into my lungs before we sank a little, but she was doing well in keeping us afloat.

It was tricky, because I couldn't go full out on her, but it was doable. I wrapped my arms around her to keep from sliding off and away we went. She leisurely circled the pool for a while, and don't ask me how long, because I honestly don't know. It was long enough for me to blow once inside her, with plenty of enthusiasm left over for more.

What I do know is that after a little while of turning (so she could get air) and swimming, I finally felt my hands bump against the bottom. Since I was above water, that meant she was at the ramped section again. I moved my hands from behind her, and the next moment she gave several sharp flicks of the tail and drove herself up on the concrete. Ninety percent of her body was out of the water now and anchored by gravity to something solid.

So I had plenty of traction for action and she was out enough to keep her blowhole open to the air. It was my original idea flipped over. And it made sense, since she outweighed me. Having her on sand would have been easier, for her anyway, as she could have sunk down into it, but I suppose she was tough enough to deal with the position for a while.

I was now truly able to completely enjoy her. That slit enfolded my cock with a slick, smooth, thick rubbery skin. Her body temperature seemed hot, but the water was cool so that could have been a false impression. And her muscles seemed very much under her control, for she would squeeze me from time to time in a most deliberate way.

I locked my legs against her sides, with my knees on the concrete and bracing myself went to doing what I did so well. She was a solid piece of work and that made for an excellent platform from which to drill out her excellent hole. I soon was happily deep sea drilling her body with the intent of hitting oil...or some other fluid.

Truth be told she was already very slippery inside. As she happily squeaked her high pitched calls mixed with shrill whistles, I added my own grunts and gasps to the mix, making for one adult rated show that would never have been approved for the general public.

I shifted my pelvis for the maximum penetration and got busy. As it was, she was longer than I was tall, so her head was well above mine. As it was, I moved my hands from the concrete to her pectoral fins and used those to pull myself upwards with each thrust. She got into the rhythm and pulled in time with me, making my repeated penetrations even more solid.

We stayed like this for quite awhile, long enough for me to wish I could breath underwater. This was incredibly erotic, much more so than many of my previous encounters because I knew this girl had an intelligent brain hidden inside that skull. She had made a decision to have this encounter and that was really a turn on. In the end, I was never so sorry to blow a load in my life.

Let's just say that I pounded her tail until I simply couldn't take it anymore. I unloaded a batch of sea foam inside her tunnel that bubbled and frothed back out under the furious hip smashing I was giving her. Needless to say when I was finished, she wiggled her fluke as if to say, encore, encore!

There was no encore. I was spent. If I had been in the middle of the pool I might not have had the strength to swim the few yards to where we now were. I slipped out and rolled beside her. "Damn girl! What I wouldn't give to work here!" Her answer was a series of clicks and whistles before working her way back down the ramp into the pool. I pulled myself along the edge as she swan by. Sure enough, she rolled in the water, exposing her slit again. She was incorrigible!

I spent a good half an hour just fingering her. She would stay until she needed a breath and then she'd return. Thankfully we were quiet now, because I did see the old fat security guard walk through the arena once. It was good thing we had done what we had done when we had done it. He would have gotten a sight that might have given him a heart attack.

I went back to the study room and got dressed, closing up the books and putting them on the shelf. It was late, and I needed to get out of here and to my room. But I did take the time to write something down on a piece of paper and stick it on the corkboard hanging on the wall. I'm sure most of you will know it, so I won't quote the whole thing. It went like this.

They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.

My friend commented on it in the morning. I smiled and told him it was based on the realization of how wonderful our ocean going companions really were, and that D.H. Lawrence was quite correct in his interpretation of them. He smiled and patted my shoulder.

"Yes, yes indeed. They are far better humans than many humans I know. I sometimes wish I could change into one of them and leave the land for good, taking them with me."

I chuckled. "If that ever happens, give me a call first. I'll join you."

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Ok, so I get more questions sometimes than I have suitable answers for. I've been asked what the most dangerous animal I ever bedded was, and I would simply say the any of the predators fit into that category. Any animal, whether it was a puma or a donkey; anything with teeth can bite you, and when you're naked, that can mean some serious damage in some very compromising places.

That being said, the most dangerous of my animal lovers, leastwise as far as species go, was a female tiger. Now let me tell you right from the start that she wasn't wild, nor was she mild. She was dangerous, but not like you'd expect. And when I first laid eyes on her, she was underweight and covered in filth and sores. She was also missing her claws, and her canine teeth had been filed down.

She had been in a traveling circus sideshow.

It was a good thing there was an investigation going on, because I would have taken the real gun locked in my office and hunted the jerks down myself. She didn't answer to any name, and I didn't bother with one for her. It took repeated visits to the clinic, with her knocked out, before I was able to even think about checking her out in a less than professional way.

While she was out , we would give her intravenous solutions containing vitamins, at the same time dosing her with antibiotics and lancing a few boils she had. She was so bad that I had considered putting her down when I first saw her. I was glad I didn't.

It took a few months, but in the end she recovered what she could of her health and dignity. Her claws were gone for good, and the same went for her teeth. But she packed on the weight and her fur grew back in, leaving her a stunning example of the species.

She had a mistrust of people, even of the feeders and the handlers, so she was treated just like a real wild animal. Such caution was first nature to a lot of us, but on occasion when got tagged by a tooth or a claw. It served as a reminder to keep our distance.

I cheated. First off, I got to explore her tight breeding hole, because as part of my examination, there was a spot on the health sheet for just that. I just couldn't enjoy myself too much while she was out because then my assistants would freak out. But I fingered her deep and I knew I had to try to get my cock into her.

It took quite a while, let me tell you. She had been treated pretty badly and was used to responding to whips and the resulting pain. I mixed in a little bit of valium with her food whenever I felt like trying to work with her. I know; it's not a nice way of dealing with the problem. But I wasn't trying it for my own pleasure. I was trying to get her to be comfortable with people. Trust me, drugs work wonders for a fast track as long as you don't end up relying on them.

Over the course of a year, she grew more accepting of us, and soon formed a few solid attachments to the staff. While this was mostly the few ladies we had working, and by that I mean the ones with enough cajones to deal with her. I was, quite thankfully, one of the males she tolerated.

That is a key point. Tolerated. It was looking like I might have to resort to drugging her to have my way, but that seemed so crude as to ruin the experiance. It was sort like date rape. I'm sure I would enjoy myself, but then I could hardly tell you this story without you thinking ill of me.

It took a long while to build up full trust, at which point I was then in the position of being very careful not to lose it. Despite her handicaps, she was still a big girl and not someone you treated lightly. The night it happened, and I'm telling you now it only happened once, was a remarkable night and one I will always remember.

It took preparation, and even then I was unclear what the outcome was going to be. You see, I knew she wouldn't be interested in me from the view point of mating, because she still saw humans in a poor light. But I asked a strange favor of a comrade of mine at another, larger zoo. They had several tigers, including two males. I asked him to see it he could get me some urine.

If that sounds simple, it really wasn't. Tigers tend to mark their territory by spraying, and I was hoping that by using it to spray her enclosure, and then myself, she might see me in a different light. It was a risky endeavor, since she might react negatively to such a thing. Getting urine from a male wasn't all that simple either, but since his were up for a complete health exam and a teeth cleaning, and therefore where going to be put out, he managed to get it using a catheter. A urinalysis was part of the procedure anyway so I had my specimen.

I filled up a spray bottle and stared a few days ahead of time spraying it around the edges of her enclosure. She reacted immediately, sniffing the spots with her mouth slightly open. I couldn't tell if she was upset or turned on by the smell. But there was one way to find out. I sprayed some on my clothing and got close the back gate. She came over and sniffed me up and down, licking at the gate for a better taste.

She stayed at the gate as long as I did, which I took as a sign she was interested in at least the odor if not in me. But I had work to do, so I had to change clothing before anyone wondered why I smelled so strongly. I dumped the clothes into the washing machine, got on a new pair and made my rounds as normal. Every time I walked by her enclosure, she would walk the path in front and follow me until she got to the corner. It was a good sign.

That night I walked around and sprayed the urine in different spots again, marking her borders as mine. She was out in a flash, sniffing and licking and watching me with an appraising eye. I almost tried it right then, but I figured maybe another day or two of teasing would really get her going. I continued to show up in the morning, and again after closing, until the old girl was positively fawning over me. I don't think she had ever had an encounter with a male of her species, but the smells were triggering something innate and instinctive within her body chemistry.

By the fifth night, I was ready. I had been saving up for this, because I knew that if I lived through this encounter, I'd never ever try it again. I had plenty of less dangerous and probably more compliant females at my disposal. This one was going to be for the trophy of the story alone. I mean, who else could claim such a thing? For that matter, who in their right mind would even risk it?

I stole out to her cage after dark and said a fervent prayer that she didn't go off on me. Even if I lived, there would be a lot of explaining to do to my superiors. I think I'd rather die than be forced to do that. To avoid leaving anything behind I went only in my boots, carrying the spray bottle of urine.

I sprayed around the perimeter again, and then dosed myself in the stuff. I made a sign of the cross and opened the gate, securely locking it behind me. If this went wrong, it would hardly be her fault, and I didn't want her getting lose. The chances were pretty good she'd get shot as a man killer.

She came right up to me and butted my hand with her massive head, literally purring. I scratched her scalp and her ears as she rubbed herself against me. She was a massive creature, and strong. She nearly knocked me over in her enthusiasm. We would probably end up on ground level eventually, but I was hoping to get her over to her elevated platform instead. Trust me, I was going to do this any way she wanted, but I was hoping for something easier for me.

I worked my way over to the raised deck and sprayed more of the urine on it. She jumped up and sniffed avidly. If I could get her to settle down here, I could nail her in a standing position. It was going to be up to her though.

She sniffed the area and while she was preoccupied with her olfactory senses, I moved behind her and ran my finger under her tail. She turned her head, still sniffing, but watching me from the corner of her eye. I stroked her tail for a bit and then moved back up to her backside. She chose that moment to drop to a crouch position, her feet tucked in against her sides and her tail gentle lashing side to side. It appeared she was willing.

Let me tell you my heart was racing when I stroked my cock to life. Up to this point I had been half fearful for my life. Now it was time to get moving. This was one lady you did not want to keep waiting. I lifted her tail off to one side and pressed the head of my cock against those puffy, furry lips. She tensed as I did and when I penetrated her hole I could hear her toes digging into the wood of the platform. If she had had claws, there would have been splintering.

So far, so good.

She was not as tight as a cougar, but she was plenty snug in my book. As I pushed in all the way, I had to wonder what sort of fun a male tiger was with his spiny little hedgehog of a penis. I knew the feline anatomy fairly well, though our school classes centered on dealing with domestic cats more than the big ones. Still, a cat was a cat and a pussy was a pussy and she was excellent in both cat-a-gories.

Terrible pun...so sorry.

A male tiger would have been mounted on top of her. My body wasn't designed for that. There was no way I could screw her and reach her neck and head at the same time. I knew that a certain amount of physical contact occurred in these situations, but she was going to have to settle for it at separate times.

She didn't seem to mind, so I started a slow piston-like movement, simultaneously keeping an eye out for a sudden change of mood and reveling in the fact that I was now fucking a tigress. As I worked her over, I could feel her bear down on my cock, pressing her body down to meet mine. I carefully grabbed her haunches and pulled myself into her, knowing full well that she was solidly perched on the deck and only an elephant was going to be capable of moving her from where she was.

After a few minutes of nothing more than petite little growls, and the occasional kick with her feet, I figured I was home free. That's not to say I got stupid about things; this was still my life we were talking about. I simply relaxed a little more and continued to plow ahead. My grip tightened on her hips and I let loose with a steady stream of pounding.

It was an amazing thing taking on such an exotic and powerful creature. As a vet you learn to respect a lot of different animals, even small ones. Everything has teeth, and everything can bite you. But a tiger can bite you to kill you. So I was glad I had taken the time to prepare for this.

I stroked her insides for a good fifteen or twenty minutes before I felt the need to blow. I held it back for as long as I could because if it was going to be my only time, I wanted it to last. But the harder I tried to ignore the heat and slippery goodness of that hole the harder it became until I let loose on her like a woodpecker on cocaine. I could feel my finger nails cutting into her hide as I delivered a load straight towards her womb.

When I stopped, I was still holding myself tightly against her backside. Her feet were moving and her insides where responding to their recent tickling. It was to die for, though I hoped I didn't have to. That would have rather spoiled it.

I finally pulled out when I lost my erection. Taking a chance, I climbed up on the platform with her and began scratching her ears and neck, telling her what a good girl she was. She turned her head and slurped my face with that massive raspy tongue of hers. I climbed on her back and lay across it, stomach down and my arms and legs on either side for stabilization. She made the most amazing body pillow ever, I could feel her breathing, a slight purring rumble coming from deep inside, and I could feel her heart beating in time to mine.

I worked my fingers and toes into her fur, trying to give her as much of an experience as she had given to me. I even went so far as to give her a hug around the neck. I kissed her ears and nuzzled the top of her head. She was a real beauty and a far cry from the poor tortured beast we had gotten those many months ago.

She leaned her head back and licked my face again, her feet still doing their little dance on the platform. I was wondering if I had it in me to go again, because a part of me, the sane part most likely, was still shivering in fear. I finally decided that I had little to lose at the moment that I hadn't risked all along. I took a more vigorous stance on scratching her, getting my whole body into it, essentially dry humping her to see it I could stimulate a little blood flow to my cock.

She seemed to like the rougher attention, and the friction from her fur, coupled with the heat of her body, woke up my manhood for another round. I shifted back to standing on the ground and went for another round. I was dry going in, and I thought she might turn and swat me for it. I mean it was quite literally a dry run, and if not for her own lubrication (coupled with my earlier contribution) she would have probably gotten a little feisty.

But I got thinking about the typical feline cock and how the spiny surface was supposed to excite the females into ovulation. So many a little dry entry was an adequate substitute for spines. All I know is that she settled down and shivered after I pushed in. Apparently instinct was kicking in and taking over. It went more smoothly over the next few minutes as her lube caught up with my dry skin, and we were back to being a well oiled machine.

Since it was going so well, and I knew I had a good solid half an hour of play time on reserve, I decided to test the limits of her acceptance of me. I stuck my thumb in my mouth and got it good and wet. I placed my hands just under and on either side of her tail and pressed my thumb into her rectum. Trust me, at the first sign of a growl my thumb was going to be out of there. But she didn't react at all, so I shoved it in to the limit.

I could feel my cock on the other side of the walls separating them. Her ass was constricting in time to my thrusts, a reaction I found pretty damn titillating. I worked in my other thumb and almost opted to pull out of her and try the hole above. I didn't, mores the pity, but I figured I had better not push matters this quickly. She was a patient girl right now, but I knew that sometimes they got an overload of sensations and would get a little twitchy. She was one creature I couldn't afford to have twitchy.

So I kept things as they were, with me massaging her anus while my cock plumbed her feline depths. It was incredible the way she tolerated my presence. She would have been a terrific one to have as a regular stop, but I knew better than to ever try repeating this. She had taken quite a bit of prep time, and the end results were worth the one time shot.

After a few minutes of this dual stimulation, I finally got brave. Her ass was relaxed and I figured I might as well give it a try. Sucking in a breath for courage, I pulled out and slipped it in her rectum. I think she reacted more to me pulling out than where I ended up at afterwards. Her tail was a bit in the way, so I grabbed it with one hand while I steadied myself on her hip.

Now I was fucking a tiger in the ass! It wasn't what I set out to do, but it was going to make for a great finale. It was especially nice since she clamped down on my cock with a vice like constriction that threatened to cause me to blow way too soon. I stopped for a moment to calm my libido long enough to really enjoy this round of pumping. It was hard to do with her ass squeezing me the way it was. Besides, the longer I stopped the more restless she became. It was sort of like trying to outrun a wild fire. The longer you took to catch your wind, the more likely you were to be swept up in the disaster. My only choice was to keep going.

I went to work on her tail hole with a furious passion. Her sphincter kept tightening around me as I pushed and pulled in an ever increasing rhythm. I was finally able to get her tail to stay up and over my shoulder, freeing up both hands for a solid grip. That helped immensely as I pummeled her backside like no male tiger ever could, leastwise not with a spine covered cock. For one thing, this hole needed something a little more soft and gentle; easy on the tissues shall we say. And I had that right here, just for her.

I kept waiting for her to take a swipe at me, and while she didn't have claws, that touch of fear is what probably made me last as long as I did. But I finally did cum, driving my cock into her hole like a savage beast. Heck, in the end I scraped up the front of my legs on the platform I was working her so hard. Thankfully the damage was covered up over the passing days by my pants, so no one ever noticed. I had no idea I was scraping myself raw; I was too into blowing that second load.

When I did it was a rapture of pure pleasure. Her ass muscles were working me over and in the end milked out every last drop I had in me. I was weak in the knees and shaking all over. Talk about an adrenalin rush! I had just screwed a tigress! I wished I had a camera just for proof in years to come, but I know that wouldn't have been wise. But imagine the scrapbook I'd have if I documented every encounter!

I pulled out and hoisted myself onto her platform. Part of me said to run for the gate, and the other wanted to stay. I figured I had gone unscathed this long, so a little longer wouldn't hurt. I curled up next to her and she flopped on her side to make room for me. I lifted a big front paw and slid in close. She nuzzled my neck and began licking me. It was enough to give me goose bumps.

Not content with that, she got up, dumping me onto the hard wood and began licking my entire body. Apparently I had been a little too liberal with the spray bottle and she was going to help me cleanup. You can't imagine how nervous I was having this big ole girl running that tongue across me. Her most dangerous teeth might be nullified, but she still had a mouthful.

But then she got to my crotch and I almost recoiled in fear. I tried to roll away and was stopped by the impact of a paw on my gut. Her other leg was draped across my thighs as she hunkered down to give me a cat bath. Needless to say her tongue stroked life back into my cock.

That seemed to intrigue her, for she continued to use long strokes, running from my ass, across my balls and up to my navel. I held still and prayed that she would keep using her tongue and not engage her teeth. She behaved remarkably. I think she ended up treating me as gently as she would a cub. Only no cub ever spouted like my cock did. I didn't think I had enough to go again, but her persistence paid off.

I could really move, not with her holding me down. I had no idea what the taste of my cum would be like to her, and I was worried that she might disapprove. But cum in her mouth I did, and with gusto. She lapped it up and kept on lapping until I was so sensitive I nearly crawled out of my skin.

She finally halted and laid her head on my crotch. And damn if she didn't fall asleep. I lay there for a while until I knew I had to get up and get out of there. It wasn't easy, and in the end, I woke her up in my struggles. She stretched, releasing me and allowing me to scramble for the gate. I grabbed the spray bottle and headed for my rooms. I don't think I was going to sleep for the rest of the night!

Now, before you ask why I didn't try to recreate such a wonderful experience, let me tell you this. The first one was that it ended up a trifecta. I got her cunt, her ass and her mouth. And she was completely willing. The chances of duplicating that were next to none. So I decided to be content with the one, perfect night. It's probably more than most of you reading this can claim! Am I right? So if you were to press me on how I thought that night went, just go back up and read the title. It says it all.

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Speaking of dangerous animals, the zoo also had one of the few open spaces for African lions at the time. While a lot of zoos still had iron bars and cramped quarters for their predators, we had just opened up a sizable area, complete with moat and high fences, for our six females and two males. It was designed to look a little like the Serengeti, though I doubt the creator of it ever stepped foot in Africa. Then again neither had any of our guests, so I doubt anyone noticed the discrepancies.

The initial pride had been established prior to my arrival. It was comprised of cubs from other zoos, making for a mixed female population. The sole male was a brother to one of the ladies, and they came as a set. They weren't tiny when they arrived, but half grown handfuls of energy. I heard stories of their initial arrival and of their mischievous nature. Some were so hilarious that they set me into uproarious laughter.

It was the start of a breeding program that never got off the ground. The reason was simple, and I found it out after I got there. The male, who we nicknamed Clarence after the 1960s movie feline with crossed eyes, was sterile. He was more than sterile in fact; while he had his testicles and a well developed cock, his testosterone production was low and his estrogen was at the same level as a lioness. We have no real way of correcting it.

It probably accounted for his sparse mane. Over all in fact, his temperament was mild to the point of being complacent. I'm not saying the lionesses were a tame lot, for they weren't. But Clarence, well he was silly boy who loved belly rubs and hugs. No, seriously. He turned into a cross between a dog and big tabby cat. The only time he ever hurt anyone was when he tried to hug one of the guys and ended up knocking him to the ground. The poor handler ended up with a sprained wrist and a mild concussion.

That happened after the replacement male arrived. It was a tricky job getting him introduced, for the pride wasn't ready to accept a new member without a mixing period. We took Clarence out and put him in a pen by himself, which he tolerated well enough. I think he liked the socialization with the lionesses, even if he wasn't interested in getting busy with them.

We made an effort to keep him happy, and he became a star attraction with his well groomed good looks. He loved to be pampered, and he got a bath once every two weeks, and is mane was washed and conditioned, and then dried until it was fluffy. He was one sleek looking specimen, and he learned to roar for the crowds. He loved to attention. It was amazing how deep his roar was, considering everything else. On the other hand he was a lion and five hundred pounds of lion no less. Even a female lion and her roar proved she was nobody's sissy.

But Clarence was. He was a great big pussycat. He was so docile that we often made the mistake of going in to work with him alone. Thankfully, no one ever paid for that assurance outside of the afore mentioned incident. Like I said already, a wild animal in captivity is still a wild animal.

So what does this story have to do with my sexual activity with the animals at the zoo? Well, believe it or not, I made out with Clarence. Yes, the old boy was really not the typical sort of lover, as we had already found out. He was glad to take it; he just wasn't interested in dishing it out.

I only got the idea one day when I was in his cage giving him a two handed belly rub. He would rumble like an old truck whenever anyone would give him a work over. It was comical in a sort of fatalistic way to watch him; he was one of the biggest predators on the planet and here he was rolling around like an Abyssinian.

I was in there giving him some good belly rubbing when I decided to check out his junk. I already assumed he was sterile, but I was curious as to whether or not his stuff was functional. With one hand I kept up the friction on his abdomen, and with the other worked down and examined his balls. They were both good and solid; fur-covered fluffy eggs tucked up under his shaft.

His rumbling increased as I was examining him, so I turned it from professional to personal. I took both hands and stroked them gently, kneading them between my fingers. I thought he was going to die! He turned into a puddle on the floor of the cage with his legs spread wide and his tongue lolling out. I played with them for a while, watching him drool from his open mouth as I massaged them thoroughly before moving to stroking his sheath.

I could feel his cock within, but no manner of tactile stimulation was able to coax it out. It was just like the poor boy was a female with balls and a useless cock. That train of thought derailed as I went to a slightly different one. I took my fingers and began rubbing his anus. His feet began kicking in the air. I got a hard-on right away. I almost dropped my pants right then and there before coming to my senses. It was daylight, and there were too damn many people milling about. On the other hand, I suppose it would have made for a show they wouldn't soon forget.

Clarence growled in disappoint when I got up to leave. He jumped up and pinned me against the cage and started licking my face. God he was fucking big! You try supporting nearly five hundred pounds on your shoulders while the owner of those pounds licked your face, trying to seduce you into doing more play time.

I finally got him down and rubbed his head. "Look fellow, I'll be back tonight. Just be as agreeable then as you are now and we'll get along fabulously." I went back to the clinic and got some lube and lay down on the bed to stroke off. I was so fucking horny it was unbelievable. I had never considered the possibility of fucking a lion in the ass and now I was going to be doing just that. My tiger girl I had considered to be a once in a lifetime chance, but Clarence looked like he would take it anytime I wanted it.

It didn't take long for me to blow a load, thinking about how sweet that big pussycat's back door was going to be. I got cleaned up and dressed just in time, for one of my assistants was looking for me. She probably wondered about the silly, dreamy look on my face, but I said nothing and thankfully she never asked.

That evening I was out to his cage as soon as I could. I came dressed this time, for despite feeling that I felt I was in little danger, it seemed to me to be practical to have them handy. Sure, he might lick me to death, but I doubted it'd come to that. I started by giving him a good scratching around the ears, and when he tired of that and flopped on the floor, I worked his sides until he rolled over on his back. He had his feet tucked in, and he appeared very comical the way he looked like an oversized tabby.

I got undressed and put everything in a neat pile. I didn't know when I might have to vacate, so my preparation was well founded. I got behind him, and with a knee on either side of his tail, I went to work massaging his balls again. He went almost catatonic, and that's no intended pun. He went limp and relaxed. Drool was hanging out the side of his mouth. I had a real winner here!

I brought lube of course, and dabbed a big glob on his ass, working it in with my fingers. The rumble from his chest became a thrum as my fingers played with his tight, fur lined hole. This boy was totally into having his ass played with! As a vet, I found the idea nonsensical, because back at this time, the general rule was that the only animals that could be homosexual were humans. Even the bonobo studies where either lacking or being suppressed.

It was obvious that he was enjoying the attention, so it didn't take long for me to up the ante. After stretching him out enough to make taking my cock fairly comfortably, I lubed up my quivering erection and pointed it at his hole. I slipped in and pressed hard until I was resting right against his balls. God he was hot. The tiger, she had been a touch warmer than a typical human, but he was, I swear, a few degree warmer still.

I moved a little closer to him until there was not an inch of space between us. I stroked his balls as I began the slow churn on his ass that would eventually become the fast burn. Through it all he lay there like a comatose puppy. I changed positions only once, from the kneeling position to lying flat out across him, in what was essentially a missionary position.

Let me tell you, it was pretty intense. Clarence retained his claws and teeth, unlike his cousin across the way. So if he decided he had enough, he was in a full position to act upon it. With his present condition however, I was pretty sure it was going to be a smooth ride. The only muscles he was twitching were a few in his face and those that worked his paws. Both were twitching at irregular intervals, like he was dreaming.

So that left me stretched out across the most unique mattress ever, one where I could have my cock deep inside the warm interior while I luxuriated in the soft fur of the outside. Trust me, I was giving this guy the ultimate belly rub; with my very own belly! I had my arms up to his chin, giving him a good scratching up there as the rest of me moved in an undulating way over his lower half. His purring was vibrating me to the bone.

I gripped his sides and using his weight to anchor me, I began to really do a number on his ass. My hips started smoothly at first, but when I saw that he was into it, they started bucking more violently. I could feel his balls tickling my belly, and after about ten minutes of working him over, I felt a warm spiky rod pressing against me. Damn if his cock hadn't been teased into coming out!

Apparently tickling his prostate had been the tipping point in getting him excited. I could tell I had more to work with than he did in that catagory, but since I wasn't about to reverse roles with him, it hardly mattered one way or another. As it was, his ass muscles were puckered up around the base of my cock, making for a nice furry wreath around my intruding flesh. I could go one doing this for infinity.

When I came, it was all of the sudden; there was no build up, no climb to the top of the hill; it just hit me like a ton of bricks. One minute I was contentedly screwing his ass and the next I let loose with a barrage of sperm into his depths. I think I was just so thrilled with the experience that I ruined it by making it end far too swiftly.

Clarence didn't seem to notice that I was done and continued to lay there as content as a pussycat in a sunbeam. I pressed my hips against his and vigorously ran my fingers through his fur. His rumbling was a nonstop feline earthquake. I figured if I could keep myself inside, I'd eventually get hard again. I was right. After a good ten minutes of rubbing his sides and rubbing his paws, I was back in business and I think he was in second heaven. No one ever spent this much time with him at any given time and he was loving it!

With me gaining my second wind, the rest was easy. He was as complaint a lover as any of the females, and probably even more so than a lot of them. At this rate I could take him back to the clinic and screw him properly on a bed, if my simple twin size frame could have handled the weight...which it could not. I think I would have liked it if we could have. I mean, doing it with a wild animal in the "wild" was one thing, but taking them out of that environment and placing them in something more domestic was just an awesome idea.

I started up the second round with a slow tempo that accelerated to a crescendo of epic proportions. I figured if he would take it, I'd dish it out, and the more I gave, the more he rumbled. I ended up sitting up on my knees, grabbing his strong back legs and going into a regular slam-fest on his ass. Like with my tiger girl, I was going to suffer for my effort, because the floor of his cage was concrete, and it was hard as hell on my knees, but the ole boy was worth every ounce of pain I might have to endure.

As the minutes wore on and my cock grew closer to the trigger point, Clarence began letting out strange little roars. I mean, they weren't roars, but they could hardly be called meows either. But as the minutes ticked by and I continued to harangue his hole, they increased in strength until all at once he tensed up and roared. It nearly scared the shit out of me until I saw his cum spurting out and felt his ass clamped down in time with his release.

That was good enough for me. I worked him with renewed effort, finally embracing that wonderful sensation that said an orgasm was on the horizon. I tripped the trigger and spilt inside him one more time.

I can only say this for the finale. It was crazy. I mean, here I was fucking away on the "king" of the jungle and he was totally into it. In the end, when I pulled out and collapsed by his flank, he wiggled and turned to lick me in the face. At least it kept me from falling asleep, which would have been an extremely embarrassing scenario to find myself in the next day.

I gathered my clothing and the lube and prepared to leave. Damn if that ole boy didn't sit down in front of the gate and keep me from going. After giving him some plain old loving (scratching and rubbing) he finally relented to let me leave. I had to admit, it was a notch in my bedpost and a boost to my ego that this fellow accepted me so well. He was going to be getting visits as often as I could. The problem was, my harem was getting rather large. I know it sounds like I'm bragging, but I'm not lion...

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There have allegations that I favored one animal over another, and the fact is, I did. But I tried to be open minded once I got started down this long road into bestiality. The fact was, it got to be a bit of a contest (held with myself) to see just how far I could take this little perversion of mine. That then brings us to the question; what were some of the weirdest animals I ever screwed?

Well...

I normally restrained myself to the warm blooded kind; you know; mammals and birds. Of course, with birds, I had limited myself to our ostrich because of her size. A chicken might lay an egg as thick or thicker than a human penis, but their bodies weren't designed for tackling that sort of organg invading their cloacae, at least not with any sort of vigor. Unless you were very gentle, you'd kill the bird and that's just not right.

But there were other things out there with similar reproductive organs that were a little tougher. They were also prone to being one of the most difficult to deal with, and in the long run, not worth the effort. But a chance encounter, one I took immediate advantage of, occurred at the zoo one day and I can tell you it was probably one of the oddest, though not the defining weirdest thing I ever did.

We had alligators. This was back when the poor animals had been nearly hunted to extinction. Now of course their numbers are back to being high, but back then there was concern that they might die out. We had a pool and enclosure that held five; four females and one male. The problem was, the male would get territorial, and if he felt infringed upon, he would take his aggression out on anyone, including his harem.

By and large, reptiles have remarkable healing powers. They hardly ever get ill, and their wounds rarely get infected. They are nearly unchanged over the course of millions of years and the reason for that is obvious. They haven't had the need. They are nearly perfect hunters, and when not being shot and trapped, they can reproduce and carry on with life quite well.

Alligators aren't the most exciting animal in the zoo. They spend a large part of their day either floating in the water or sunning themselves on land. The only time they got much real notice was at feeding time. Visitors knew when that was and flocked to watch the brutes snapping up dead rabbits, large fish and chunks of beef.

It so happened though that one day the male got into a fight with one of the girls. He managed to grab her by a front leg and tore a large gash in it. I wasn't too worried about it. I recommended getting him out of the space for a few weeks until she healed, and maybe he would calm down, but the management of the zoo wanted her treated. They felt that leaving her like that would offend the visitors.

So I had to isolate her from the group, tranq her, rope her, drag her out and across the zoo to the clinic, look over her leg, and then get her back. I was so looking forward to it. Yes, that's sarcasm so thick you can cut it with a knife. It was a complete waste of mine and my staff's time. But we did it.

We first had to lasso her, avoiding doing any more damage to the leg. Then with a jab stick, I had to administer a weight-appropriate dose of tranquilizer to sedate her. Then it was a matter of moving her onto a stretcher and transferring her across the compound to the clinic. We did it in the morning to give us plenty of time to allow the drugs to wear off. We hardly needed her going back into the enclosure and drowning or dying in some equally irresponsible way.

We got her to the clinic and onto the operating table. I wasn't planning on operating, but the table was anchored to the floor and therefore the most stable place from which to work. We shoved her over onto the stainless steel top, on her back, and strapped her down. While I figured she'd be out for a few hours, I was not one to take chances. Once she was settled, I told everyone to go about their regular duties, and that I'd call them on the two way radios when I was ready for them.

I examined her bite, finding it clean, but likely to leave a scar. I don't think anyone would noticed such a thing on an alligator. Still, I figured I'd better do something or my superiors would pick apart my abilities. I got some heavy catgut and put a few stitches in, pulling the worse of the holes together. The material would quicken her healing time and dissolve when they were done being useful.

I did a thorough exam on her. There was no point in wasting the drugs on just an unnecessary stitching job. Her teeth were good, her skin excellent, and overall at about seven feet long, she was as healthy a reptile as you could get, sans the recent mauling. It was then that I got my idea.

She was a female, and as such possessing a birth canal. I had never ever thought of reptiles in a sexual way before, mostly because there weren't that many capable of being screwed. She was of a size, but an alligator's normal reaction to humans made any move into that territory dangerous to the point of being deadly.

But here she was, out like a light and spread out on my table. I grabbed the lube and did a little exploring. Her scale-lined hole was closed up tight, but it gave way under my probing fingers. I sank in two digits until I was all the way to up to my knuckles and a little pink tissue was exposed. In that instant I made my decision. It was now or never.

I went over and locked the doors to the clinic. I was going to make this fast, but I knew my chances were good that just as soon as I didn't secure them someone would walk in on me. I stripped down completely, stroked my cock to life, lubed it up and climbed up on the table.

I was actually shaking a little. Never before had I tried to have sex with an animal during work hours. On top of that, I had never considered the possibilities of sex with something like an alligator. But all that disappeared when I dropped into her and pressed myself against her scaly belly.

As I expected, she fell a lot cooler than any of my other companions. I don't think I need to explain why, but in case you're ignorant of reptile physiology, they are considered cold blooded, being that they have no internal method for maintaining a consistent body heat. They have to sun themselves when cold, and go into the water when they're too warm. Right now, she was probably a few degrees cooler than my own temperature. It was weird, but not a turnoff.

Her opening was slick with lube, but I could still feel the scales as they dragged across the base of my cock. Inside, she was as slippery and tight as any other partner to date. I did a few experimental thrusts, sizing up her toughness. From what I could tell she was as solidly built there in her hole as her entire body was overall. I was pretty sure she'd stand up to the quick dose of loving I was planning on giving her.

I grabbed the top set of straps and went to work. I avoided grabbing her body for I had no desire to add to her previous injuries on top of making her submit to my sexual perversions. The table was solidly attached to the floor, and she to it, and I to her, so I let loose with a barrage of jarring hip thrusts. For added traction, I hooked my toes into the bottom most strap and went to work.

If you think what I was doing was terrible, be made aware that I had a few misgivings as well. On the other hand, she wasn't going to remember it, and even if she did, I wasn't sure her brain was capable of retaining the incident. And if you really think her hole was too small for me, well know this. A chicken is capable of taking on a human cock, and an alligator's egg was bigger by far than a mere chicken's. She was in no danger from me.

So there I was, straddling a five hundred pound (or more) female alligator, my hips working away furiously. I would have preferred to take it slower, but the situation called for fast action on my part. Still, I forced myself to slow down a little. This was going to be a once in a life time experience, and I wanted to be able to remember it with at least a little fondness.

So I worked away and wondered what it would be like if she were awake. That would be problematic, for I doubt she'd have consented to being flipped on her back. I was ill equipped for doing her like a male alligator, because I was neither formed that way nor that long and flexible. So to sum it up, this was the only way this was ever going to be possible. I sure as hell wasn't brave enough to wrestle her for the honor, even if her jaws were clamped shut!

The only sound in the clinic was the repeated slap of mammalian flesh against reptilian hide. After a while a slight creaking noise joined in as my rhythmic swaying loosed the tabletop just a little. After about ten minutes, and with sweat beading up on my brow, my heavy breathing was added to the mix. I was listening more intently than normal in expectation of someone coming to the clinic door.

Every sound became amplified within the confines of the room. I could hear the slosh of the lube as my cock made repeated passes into those reptilian depths. I had lubed her up good, and it was back splashing with each vigorous thrust. I changed my the direction of my attack from straight up and down to pushing forward with my feet on each drop. It increased the friction and the pleasure I was deriving from screwing her saurian sex tunnel.

Eventually I couldn't hold back, and with a release that threatened to tear the table from its moorings, I had at her with a sex driven fury. My feet were cramping up as I dug into the strap, and my motions were rocking the table right out of the floor. My whole body was a sewing machine, and my cock the needle (No jokes or I'll bash you one!).

My balls tightened up and the fluids came rushing out to flow into this thick-skinned female. I collapsed on top as my body dumped a big load inside her. I lay there for a little while until my cock subsided, and then pulled out with a sigh. I toweled off and rapidly got dressed, pulled the towel across her belly until she too was dry. I dabbed inside her hole for good measure. I didn't want anyone to be able to tell anything had happened.

I tidied up quickly and called on the radio for my crew. They came within minutes and helped me to get her back into the compound. I administered a drug to hasten her recovery, and within an hour she was alert and moving around, hardly seemingly to notice her damaged leg nor likely much of anything else.

I thought that maybe I had done something incredible that day, so I began looking for information on such a cross-species connection. There wasn't much you could find back then, not like today, but I did find out that the old chronicler Herodotus had mentioned that the ancient Egyptians were known to have sex with the beasts. Since they didn't have drugs to ply them to sleep, it made me wonder if that was something I might try with a fully waking one. It was food for thought. I suppose if I were to die trying, it would be a unique way to go!

What do I mean? Well if something went wrong, it could be considered a dysfunction; no? And it would be with a reptile; no? Therefore, I would have died from a bad case of reptile dysfunction...

I'm here all week, so get over it!

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Ok. So the weirdest animal I think I lay claim to was also one of the more dangerous ones, but I suppose that goes without saying. I would never have had the opportunity to do it if it weren't for our habit of hosting other zoo's exhibits. In this case, we were temporary wards over a single solitary beast, one out of six. The animals in question were going to be part of an African exhibit at a big city zoo, but due to faulty construction, their habitat had to be reworked before they could be put into it. Since no one had room for all of the animals together, they were doled out to whoever had space.

She was cute in an ugly, ungainly sort of way. She was just into full adulthood, and while I'd go so far as to say she was handsome, she was still an eyeful. Her spotted coat was pretty cool, but her body seemed misshapen and deformed. I knew it was genetics and that on the plains the shape worked just fine, but there were so many odd things about this girl that I soon became fascinated with her.

I am referring to a hyena of course, perhaps one of the oddest carnivores on the planet. Up to this point I knew precisely jack-shit about them. Literally no one kept them in zoos, and everything I knew about them came from the pages of National Geographic magazine.

I forced management to buy me a few books on African mammals, since there was a dearth of information on hyenas at this point. There were a few technical editions, including one that covered reproduction over a wide spectrum of species. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Of course, most of the staff assumed we had gotten a male hyena. To be honest with you, I didn't go out of my way to disabuse that notion. I don't think they would have believed me in the long run. And since she was technically off exhibit, we had no displays made up for her either. She was sort of our little secret.

As I'm sure you're well aware, a female hyena has a rather curious reproductive track. She has what is referred to in literature as a pseudo-penis. Her labia and clitoris have evolved into a long tube-like structure that is often longer than a male's true penis, plus a fatty pouch that looks like a scrotum. It's the structures they have sex with, it's how they urinate and it's where the cubs are born. That alone makes a hyena a badass in my book!

When she arrived, I was rather expecting a snarling, snapping monstrosity. Hey, I had watched more than my share of Wild Kingdom and National Geographic films. These guys took on lions! So I had all sorts of equipment ready in case things got out of hand. Imagine my chagrin when her handler brought her out of the crate on a leash. Ok, so it was a heavy duty leash, and her collar was massive, but she walked out like she was a damn dog! It was a mild letdown.

The plan was for us to keep her for no more than six weeks. The new enclosure had cracked due to faulty concrete, and the contractor had to tear it down and start from scratch. I knew how these things went and wasn't going to hold my breath.

At first, she didn't fit in well, and I think that was because she had been separated from the others. Hyenas were as social as a lot of other animals, even if they spent a great amount of time squabbling. She ate well, but she was constantly pacing the walls and fence of the pen in her tireless effort to find a way out.

I spent a good hour or two each day observing her and talking at her. I didn't say to her, for that would imply that she understood me. I was just trying to sooth her present discomfort with noise. It was at these times that I carefully scrutinized her genitalia. It was an amazing sight, maybe about as long as my cock or longer! Heck, if I ever did manage to nail it, I would be fucking her without once ever entering her abdominal cavity. I had a few things to learn about this species, that was sure.

For a few weeks she completely ignored me unless I had food. So I made sure I always came bearing gifts. Funny how that worked. After three weeks she began to look for me. By the forth week she was rubbing her head against the bars wanting to be scratched. Trust me; I was very careful how far my hands went into the cage. These guys had some very powerful jaws. I had seen her demolish bones like pretzels.

But one day, deciding to throw caution to the wind, I crouched down and was giving her ears a good rub when I reached out with my other hand and grasped her pseudo-penis. I was waiting for her to jump away, but she held very still. Since I hadn't suffered any real noticeable injuries up to this point (from any animal, not just her) I figured what did I have to lose besides a finger or two?

It was the weirdest thing. When I first grasped it, it was fairly pliant, but after a few seconds of playing with it, it got a little harder. The damn thing was just like a cock! I stroked it and she let off a little chuckle, that goofy cry that gives these guys their colloquial "laughing" status. Apparently she was in the mood for some male company. She jerked the muscles that controlled it a few times, making it dance in my hand.

I ran my fingers to the tip and found the opening. It made me wonder how I was going to manage fitting into that tubular structure. It was then I first realized that damn; cubs came out of that hole! I played with her for a while, leaving off on the head scratches and concentrating on a two handed stroking of her unique female apparatus. Her hind quarters were quivering by the time I let up. I don't think I ever saw a more disappointed face in my life.

I reached through and gave her head a scratch again. "Sorry girl, but this going to take some work. I'm not even sure how your own boys do it with you, much less how I'm going to manage it."

I went back to the clinic and thought things over. The most logical way to attempt this union was going to be with me on one side of the bars while she was on the other. The only problem was, her entry way was pointing forward, and while it might be pulled backwards, I didn't think that it would stay that way for long. Once it stiffened up, it was going to want to point forward again.

That meant only one other thing. I had to get in the cage with her. That unnerved me, more so than any other carnivore I had yet mastered. I was going to be in a precarious location, for the only position I could think of that was going to work was one that would put me in a dangerous spot.

I drank a few beers and sorted it out in my head. I would try it tonight and be damned the consequences. If I waited too long I'd lose my chance and I doubted I'd ever have another one. Then I remembered I was still on the clock and drank some water and ate some breath mints. I was getting distracted on company time!

That night, armed with my usual tool; the tube of lubricant, I made my way back to her cage. I brought a treat as usual, and she downed it in two gulps. I started from outside the cage, rubbing her head and scratching her ears, testing the waters to see if she was still in the mood. As far as the upper portion of her body indicated, she was still dead on. I crouched down and found her organ and picked up where I left off in playing with it. This time I took some of the lube and poked my finger inside it. It was a weird experience, for I felt like I was sticking my digit into a very open penis, not a tight vagina.

Getting my cock inside it was going to be a trip. I knew for certain that if this was going to happen, I was going to need to be in there with her. It was a dangerously stupid plan but the only one I had (outside of drugging her) that was going to make this work.

I said a little prayer and got undressed. I opened the door and stepped inside. She turned and sniffed me, emitting a few little yips and cries. I cautiously started rubbing the spot above her tail, and her already low haunches dropped a little more. That was good; for my plan was going to require her to be a little lower than her normal standing stance. The funny thing was, it would have been easier nailing her butt-hole than the other one. I just wasn't sure how she'd take that. The opposite end had teeth remember, and this girl was pumped with testosterone.

I got down on the floor on my knees, leaning back against my heels. I then very carefully pulled her backwards until she was over my crotch. Her tail was flicking against my chest as she turned her head and voiced her apparent dislike for that sort of familiarity.

She kept looking back at me, as if to ask, what are you up to? I took the tube, uncapped it, and squeezed a bunch of it right up her pseudo-vagina. I applied a huge amount to myself, and dropping it to the floor, grasped her organ and lined it up with my cock. It felt like an impossible task.

I immediately thought I knew why her organ stiffed like mine did. A flaccid tube like that would have been totally unworkable. It's one thing to penetrate a hole in a solid body, but to get into one that was flopping around would have been awkward to the point of near impossibility. Even as it was, I found this arrangement to be hardly a biological advantage. I could find no conceivable reason that hyenas evolved in this fashion

Since she was holding still, I said another prayer and tried to bring us together. I pulled her organ back until our tips met, a bit at a ninety degree angle. I then had to press them together rather firmly, drawing them both backwards at the same time. If not for the lubrication, I would have made no headway. A male's penis must have had a narrow tip on it. Mine obviously did not.

But the longer I maintained the pressure, the more of my cock that was pushed in. She was getting a little antsy, but I hoped she would hold still long enough for me to get inside. It was a painstaking process, but once the head was in, I figured the rest would be easier.

I couldn't see what I was doing, but I could feel it. I had a solid grip on her organ like it was a cow's teat. And I was slowly forcing my way inside. It was almost a chore and it took me nearly ten minutes before I gained entry. All at once the tip slipped past the opening and she jumped just a little, thankfully not enough to dislodge me after all of that work.

From there it was a matter of feeding my cock along her length. By the time I was done, her tip was at my base. It was the damnedest thing in the world, let me tell you. I could squeeze the outside of her shaft and feel it on my own, deeper inside. My brain couldn't comprehend that this was anything like normal sex. There was a very good reason for that. It wasn't.

I guess part me had figured on getting in deep enough to be all the way inside her, but my tip just made it to her abdomen. It was apparently good enough for her, because she was making her little laughing cries as I stroked the now thicker organ with both of my hands. I soon went from a light stroke to pulling her organ up and down mine. I shifted my body in time to my hand movements and it seemed to work fairly well. I was ramming her organ, making it bulge out with each pass.

I couldn't image a cub passing through this thing, not at all. But as a vagina, it was definitely a learning experience. She was pressing down with her back end as I was playing with her. Her vocalizations grew in volume as I massage our combined connection. I had my arms in front of her back legs and stroking her for all I was worth. I don't know how things worked with a hyena male, but I seemed to be scratching the right itches.

She got to the point where she was dropping her own weight on top of me, gliding her semi-rigid organ over mine. I took my hands away, giving her more room to work. I propped myself up with my hands behind my back, leaning back and out of her way. She seemed to know what she wanted and how to get it.

Her hips were moving with very purposeful movements, and once or twice when she seemed close to disconnecting our conjugation, I leaned back in and with one hand stabilized our attachment. I let her go for a while, enjoying the fact that she was as into it as much as I was. Each descent of her back end was a thrill for me.

Then I noticed that I was feeling something different. Her back end descended more and more until she was right on top of me! I had gone from being in a tube to being inside her! I had no idea she could retract that thing! Had I know that, I'm not sure I wouldn't have tried so hard to get inside her. But it made a certain amount of sense really. I couldn't imagine a poor male hyena trying to hit the opening of a wildly flailing pseudo-penis. Retracting it into a normal opening made good for an easier copulation.

Rather than have her sitting in a cramped position, I moved to an upright position on my knees. Hell, now I could go at her a little more normally, which was almost a disappointment. I had found myself enjoying the intriguing sensation, not that what we were doing now was bad. She had a solid tunnel, and in this position sex was a lot easier.

I was still marveling at what an extraordinary body she had. Where else could you find a vagina that hung below a female's body that could be retracted whenever she wanted to? Had I known she was capable of it, I might have done things differently.

As it was she was getting a little irritable. I had a feeling that mating in the wild for them might be a quick thing. It often was. You could spare only so much time risking your life trying to create progeny. There was always something out to get you.

The problem was, I was just really getting into it. She had a strong solid back end and she was stock still as I started to grind away on her nether region. That didn't keep her from voicing her opinion and after a few minutes of this the air was filled with her cries. I had no idea what they meant so I just kept going. If nothing else, I was presently as far away from those potentially deadly jaws as I possibly could be and still be doing what I was doing.

I'll just say that I screwed her until I think she was ready to bite my head off. It couldn't be helped. It seemed that the longer I went the tighter she was getting. I think that the sensation was getting to be too much for her. She started to yelp and pull away, and going full stupid I grabbed her hips and forced her to stay still. I look back on that as the stupidest thing I've ever tried, right after even attempted sex with her in the first place.

She turned and snapped at me, but I dug in harder and slammed away. I was so close there was no stopping now, not even under such a threat as she could deliver. I figured if I hung on for dear life she wouldn't be able to turn and sink her teeth into anything vital. My hips because a blur as I slammed into her roughly, driving my cock into her insides with only one desired outcome.

By the time I blew a load inside her, she was making one hell of a fuss. As the last of my cum flowed into her, I pulled out and pushed her forward. She whipped around and growled at me. I figured I was in for it, but she lifted a rear leg and began licking herself. I was pretty sure she was going to be smarting for a little while, but any animal that could pass a cub though that tunnel could deal with the little discomfort I might have cause her.

I hightailed it out of her enclosure and slammed the gate shut before she could reconsider her motives. She spared me a glance before resuming her licking. That strange organ of hers unfolded out of her body and hung back down again, looking none the worse for wear except for the slow drip of my fluids leaking back out.

She left a few weeks later, and trust me, I never tried to get close after that. She returned to being moderately friendly, but I kept our relationship platonic, with snacks and scratches, but I never ever tried anything more again. I figured I had gotten away with it once. There was no point in tempting the fates any more than was necessary.

I did manage to keep track of the group after she left, and I found she became the dominant female. I think that made me feel better. If she was the one with the strongest will, then what we had done was not a matter of coercion, but one of respect. I've read how they treat their males, and I guess I was no different. I did what I came to do and left before my welcome was completely gone. I guess that made me an honorary hyena. I wondered though if she had viewed me as a mate or an equal. Probably just a mate. That was fine with me. I wasn't up for competing with the likes of her.

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We've talked about some of the stranger animals, but how about the most beautiful? That might put me on the spot, because so many animals are lovely in their own right. Thus it then boils down to the eye of the beholder. That would be my eye. And I will confess that I did have a few favorites. Here is one of them.

Her name was Malkia, which I guess means queen in some foreign language. We got her and her brother as cubs. This was back when the species wasn't as endangered as it is today. I can't tell you where we got them, or how we got them, or much of anything about those details. The fact is we got them and that's all that matters.

Malkia grew up with us, as did her brother. They were a lot like house cats, except that they grew much faster and overtook the normal cat size in the matter of weeks. By the time they filled out, they were more than a simple handful.

That didn't stop them from still acting like tabbies. It was hard to visualize them as being wild creatures when they would play with toys or fall asleep in your lap. Of course, given enough time, even my lap was hardly a place for either of them to sit. Malkia took to falling asleep up and over my shoulder. She was a hundred pounds-plus of purring feline and her presence in your lap was nothing you could ignore.

As you can guess, they spent a lot of time outside of their enclosures, working with the staff and sometimes even eating with us. They were amazingly well behaved for a top carnivore. I suppose it was all of the human interaction they got in lieu of having a mother to teach them proper big-cat behavior.

Looking back on it, they should have been in a breeding program, but I believe that I've mentioned already that back then zoos were more about the visitors than the animals. They ended up more like celebrities than caged specimens.

I spent no more time with them than anyone else, and it was all on the up and up. I mean what I'm saying. I wasn't looking for anything more than having them fitting in around the zoo. It wasn't like I didn't have other outlets. So for well over a year and a half I made no moves with her at all. Oh, I had thoughts on it; for when that soft furry body was draped over mine, and especially when she was sitting on my lap, with her rear-end pressing against my front, I had the most improper thoughts.

It happened for the first time when she was two years old. I used to give shows of a sort, exhibiting those animals which could be trusted or easily controlled, such as the Great Horned Owl, and one of our bandicoots, and a few of the smaller, yet equally exotic animals. We varied it up from week to week, displaying pythons and monitor lizards, and even such mild mannered things as rabbits and guinea pigs. Most of the kids lived in the city, so any animal was new and fantastic.

Anyway, back to Malkia. She was a big girl, probably on account of the superior diet she got, as opposed to what her cousins in the wild might have a chance to eat. She remained a calm and cooperative feline, becoming the star of the show week in and week out. She probably gave everyone the idea that any large cat with a handsome coat was just looking for belly rubs and ear scratches. That was as far from the truth as you can get.

Still...

She was an adorable, oversized pussycat in almost all possible ways. She never showed an ounce of aggression, nor did we ever give her reason to. That tail was a magnificent thing, at over three feet long. Her gray-green eyes were piercing, and her fur, while based in white was overlaid with grayish-brown highlights and dark spots. Her teeth were as sharp as you'd expect, and her nails, well, let's just say that we did keep those trimmed up. Retractable or not, we didn't want to be accidentally clawed by those big beautiful paws. I don't think she'd ever do it on purpose, but there were some things that you just didn't bother risking.

During the hottest months both of them were often kept indoors at the clinic, in separate cages. They weren't called Snow Leopards for nothing. They were used to higher elevations and colder climes. They were pretty tough along those lines, but by the same token they didn't do well when the air became tropical. Winter was their preferred time of year, and as it turns out, it was also breeding season. I didn't know that or I might have been more prepared.

Let me tell you what happened.

Where the zoo was located was not in a normally heavy snow zone. We got chilly more often than we got freezing weather, and the snows were usually light. But there was one winter that made the record books, and if you're too young to remember it, go look it up.

It hit at the end of January and into the beginning of February, depending on where you were at. Now, before I go on, you're probably thinking to yourself; why would we be worried about Snow Leopards during a snow storm? I'll tell you why.

All the other animals had decent indoor shelters for bad weather, except for them. It was deemed unnecessary, for the winters weren't all that severe. Everyone else could be taken inside, except for these guys. I wasn't initially worried about them, not with everything else I had to worry about. We had thankfully stocked up ahead of time on supplies, though as it turns out it was just barely so.

I was there alone. I don't think anyone believed that it was going to be as bad as it was. Certainly not I. So if it hadn't been for the precautions we had in place, it would have ended up a disaster. Everyone went home ahead of the storm and left me to handle everything.

Well, we'll get to that. As it was, I brought in the leopards and put them in two large cages inside the clinic. I did this in part because the weather was horrible, but mostly because I feared the snow was going to drift and accumulate, allowing them to escape. That's the last thing I needed.

At one point I did have to wade through the drifts to activate the emergency generator. It was a huge diesel thing and I feared it wasn't going to start for me. But it did, and we had minimal power for the next three days. I waded through even deeper snow on the way back, and when I entered the clinic door, a good bushel of drifting flakes followed me in.

I locked the door and made sure the windows were tight. Even with them sealed up, I could feel tiny drafts coming in. After making certain I was as set as I could be, I turned on the television, but the channels were coming in poorly thanks to the storm. With nothing else to do, I decided to let Malkia out to roam at her leisure. She sniffed around the rooms for a while before coming back and settling down on the floor in front of me. I normally would have been in bare feet so I would have massaged her fur with my toes, but it was bloody cold.

Apparently even she began to notice the floor was a little chillier than she liked, for she crawled up on my lap and draped herself over my shoulders. She wasn't a tiger by any means, but she was no lightweight either. I would have complained had she not been so warm and comfortable. I did however find her constant licking of my face to be moderately objectionable.

What I didn't find to be a problem was her warmth on my crotch. I was still dressed and I had intended to remain so due to the cold. On the other hand, there was nothing to say she would be interested in engaging in such things. She was often a little lovey-dovey, so her cuddling meant nothing. But I was still curious. It would be a wonderful way to stay occupied during the long cold night.

I took my hand and worked it up under her tail. That big, fluffy switching appendage moved aside as I did. I found her compact hole and rubbed the outside, giving her external parts a light pinch between my fingers. I felt her rear feet move and the claws come out a little. I was thankful she had had them trimmed recently. Even through my thick work pants I could feel them dig in a little.

I slipped a finger in and she immediately began purring loader. I got a hard-on just listening to that rumble. It seemed she was in heat! The problem was, I had no desire to strip, not with the light chill in the room. I decided to compromise. Moving my hands and undoing my belt, and then loosening my snap and zipper, I lifted up and awkwardly pulled my trousers down around my knees. The seat of the chair was cold against my ass and I jumped a little at the sudden shock.

My cock jabbed her in the ass and she pressed down in response to the poke. I guess that answered any questions concerning where this was going to go. She was ready. I had to arrange her, which proved to be a little more difficult than I expected. For one, this was far from a normal position for feline mating.

Secondly, I felt that this was going to need lube, for while she was a good sized girl, she was still a feline and not built to take something like I was about to give her. The problem was, I would have to get up, and of course dislodge her; get the cold lube and try putting some in place before starting. That really didn't appeal. So I moved her around until she was directly over my cock. I glided my hand underneath and spread her as wide open as I could and tried to get inside.

She was generating a fair amount of moisture on her own, but I hardly felt it was going to be enough. No knowing what else to do, I pushed into her. As I predicted I didn't fit; at least not right away. I could feel the head of my cock pressing against the tight ridge of bone of her pelvis. Since she was cooperating, I grabbed her ass and pulled her forward, towards me, and changed the angle of my attack. That was enough to fix the problem. A hundred and twenty pounds of feline majesty slide down over my meat with a happy growl.

It was enough to make me forget me present predicament. What snowstorm? I would be warm day and night for I had just found my newest, favorite, fuzzy comforter.

Her front paws gripped my shoulders as she licked my face almost compulsively. I could have done without that, but it was tolerable under the circumstances. I think it was just her reacting to having that itch scratched, and with something far bigger than her male counterpart could ever give. She was as tight as Olive had been, which made sense considering their similar anatomy.

I was very nearly content to just leave her sitting there, impaled on my cock while seated on my lap. She wasn't moving, for in nature her job was to hold still. I was in a precarious position, sitting where I was, and had to come up with an idea as to how to proceed. Since her rear legs (and claws) were digging into me, I carefully lifted one, and then the other, off and down on the seat of the chair. It was cramped but easier and safer for me.

I put my hands under her butt and pulled her up towards me. Her hole grasped me the whole time, working to keep me from slipping out. There was no danger of that, considering my length and how little leaway I had. I could maybe get half way out before I ran out of working room. Then it was back down again.

I'm telling you right now my arms were killing me by the time I was done. You try curling that much weight for an extended period. Hey, I was in great shape at the time and in the end it still proved to be one hell of a work out, though worth every ounce of burn.

So there I was, in the middle of a blizzard, screwing away on our female Snow Leopard. Sort of poetic, isn't it? The only thing that might have made it more so was being out in that howling maelstrom doing it. No thanks. Indoors was just fine.

I was ignoring the chill in the room for the heat on my lap. She was one hot little mama, what with her higher body temp and raging hormones. I slipped her up and down my cock with deliberate precision, feeling each and every nuance her tunnel had to offer. I wasn't in a rush because there was no way in hell anyone was going to catch me. We were alone for the duration. It was her and I and no one else.

More than once I wanted to try standing and taking her to my bed. It would have been easier, but I was for the moment stuck where I was. After a little while, maybe ten minutes, I thought I noticed her pressing down on my shoulders when I was lifting her up I stopped for a second and she kept going, putting more effort into it to take up my slack. I was surprised and impressed. My arms were already hurting so the respite was welcome.

That didn't last long; that is to say, allowing her to carry on alone. She moved her back paws up on my legs again and trimmed claws or not, that was something I wasn't prepared to deal with. Soon I moved them back to the chair and resumed lifting her up and down. We reached an equilibrium of sorts that worked out fine in the end.

The feeling of that hot hole slipping over my cock was phenomenal. There is something about the feline construction that made them ideal lovers when you could get away with it. I would have to say that in large part, it was how compact and muscular they were overall, and how tight that hole was. And the ridge of bone, once you were inside, applied some very nice pressure on my cock. Overall she was, out of a scale of one to ten, an eleven.

I sat in that chair for a full thirty minutes, and unlike modern furniture, it was designed to handle some pretty rough stuff. At the end of round one we had that poor thing creaking and groaning under the stress of our intense abuse of it. As it was, Malkia ended up with her paws on the back of the seat instead on my shoulders, and the material ended up torn from her claws. Better it than me!

The same can be said for the seat, for she was working her paws and claws in time to my thrusts. As I picked up speed, those dulled talons of hers still managed to shred the old naugahyde material into bits. Better it than my skin, let me tell you!

In the end, I worked her over like her body was a pile driver and my cock was the post. I was slamming her backend down with unrestrained vigor, wishing for the feeling to never end. When she started mewling, allowing that to blossom into a feral cry, I figured it was time to dump my load. I picked up even more speed and began pushing against the floor to give me a little more leverage. She was bouncing up and down, the chair was shaking. When I finally blew it was the most fantastic feeling ever.

I let go of her as my balls unleashed their fury, so that her entire weight was pressing down on my crotch. Her muscles were clenching tightly as the fluid roared into her. Her whole body tensed up and she let off a constrained growl as we managed to come at the same time. It was trippy good fun and I was already looking forward to the next time. Trust me, I figured we were going to be stuck together for a few days, and in the end I was right.

She shared my bed later that night, and we went at it again. I had no idea that when they came into heat, they were voracious in their sexual appetites. I might even tell you more about our continued trysts, if you ask nicely. I will tell you this; by the time they got the roadways to the zoo cleared out and help finally arrived, I was exhausted. But that comes with the rest of the story.

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For those of you too lazy to figure out the year, it was nineteen seventy eight. It was one hell of a howler, and while I had someone to keep me warm under the covers, the raging blizzard pretty much covered over everything in a blanket of frozen white.

Malkia was very much in heat, and more receptive to attention than I was able to give. But I did try my damnedest to satisfy her. After the chair episode, I managed to coax her off so that I could get up. I made some hot chocolate, fed her and her brother some meat from the refrigerator, and tried to tune in the television again. We didn't have cable, if that was even available back then. I've never been much of a sit-down-and-watch kind of guy. I preferred hands on. Literally.

I found it hard to drink my cocoa with her trying to regain a seat on my lap. I sighed, setting down the mug and hoisting her up. I was dressed again because of the cold, but that didn't stop her from trying to initiate another round. I must say that if it weren't for the extenuating circumstances, I would have been right on that. I was simpll beginning to see that this storm was far greater than any I had ever encountered.

In the end, I drank my cocoa luke warm before I pushed her off and headed to my bedroom. She followed with her tail held high. I turned on the space heater, got undressed and climbed into the bed. I left the top sheet and comforter open, and she climbed right in, purring up a storm nearly equal to the howling outside. I dropped the covers and pulled her close.

She immediately went into a crouch. It figured. To match her this way was going to require me to be sitting up on my knees. That meant losing my covers. I wasn't up to taking that much of a chill, despite how warm she was.

I tricked her by giving her a good rubdown. I started on her back and worked down to her tail, knowing that the end result would be her rolling over on her back. She did. She always wanted her belly rubbed.

Since I was stripped down this time, things were going to be simpler, but not necessarily easier. She still had her paws, and a trimmed claw wasn't necessarily a completely dull one. The trick was going to be in keeping them off of me.

I straddled her, sitting over her tail and commencing her belly rub. The feel of that soft, luxurious fur was like no other, and her rumbling vibrated the bed as I massaged my fingers through it. I did that for a while, as a sort of foreplay, knowing full well she didn't need it. I did. It hadn't been that long before that I had blown, and I needed the extra time to get back in the mood.

Ok, it didn't take that long. Once I warmed up (my feet were freezing) I got a hard-on in no time. I spent a fair amount of time just rubbing it over her crotch and belly. She was rumbling like an earthquake, and twitching every time I passed over her labia. I finally gave in and pressed the head of my cock against her opening and gently pushed.

It was easier gaining entrance this way. She was wet, and probably in part due to my earlier deposit within that hallowed tunnel. I slid in without a hitch and pressed my advantage to the hilt. Her tongue came out and randomly licked the air. I took that to mean, oh yeah, that's the way. It was working for me too.

I had her back feet on either side of me, though they seemed to creep up on their own. Since she wasn't extending her claws, I was good with it. Her pads were a little rough, but in no way detracting from the experience. I lowered myself along the top of her body, finding her to be the most exquisite, exotic and adorable feline partner one could imagine. I put my arms up around her neck and went to it.

I suppose I'm jumping the gun here, but by the end of the night I was in love. I also ended up sweating my ass off. But let's get back to where I was. I was in heaven. The blizzard raged outside the walls of the clinic, but the real tempest was under the sheets.

I never, in my entire life, ever thought I'd say those words about an animal. Yet, they were never truer.

Each thrust into that wonderful feline body was nirvana. She had her front paws on my shoulders, claws retracted, as I glided across that silky smooth coat of hers. I went from holding her neck to pushing up on the bed, for her chest was more pronounced than mine, and I didn't wish to inhibit her ability to breath. That still left plenty of space from my crotch to her rib cage for us to touch.

The rumble she was emitting was better than a vibrating bed. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you're probably not old enough to be reading this. Let's just say it was something a lot of sleazy motels had in them. Stick in a quarter and it...oh, go look it up.

I was digging my toes into the mattress and forcing my cock in to the hilt and beyond. I so wanted to climb right in there and take up residence. I would pull out nearly all the way and hold it for a minute before pushing back in. She seemed to prefer the inward push rather than the tease, but she couldn't have one without the other. I was trying to make both direction as pleasurable as I could.

Eventually, I sat up, ditching the sheet and comforter because frankly, I was hot. It was amazing how much heat a big cat could produce, and I was no slacker either. I had sweat dripping off of me by the time I flung the bedding to the floor.

I was sitting up now, and had her lower legs pushed forward as I slammed into her hole. Her front paws were flopping wildly, and on a lark, I leaned forward and grabbed them. She didn't fight me, allowing me to pull back on her upper body as I worked. Despite the unique circumstance, or perhaps because of them, I was wondering if I might right a paper about this experience. I nixed it right away. The world wasn't ready for hearing about my little animalistic sex-capades. Consider yourself lucky you're hearing about them now. So much time has passed that it hardly matters what I did back then. People wouldn't believe it as being true anyway. Not without photos.

Having drained the tank once, the next round was slow in coming, a godsend if there ever was one. As the sweat dripped onto the sheets, I continued to assail that piece of prime feline pleasure-hole like there was no tomorrow, which the way the weather was holding, was a distinct possibility.

I eventually let go of her front paws and grabbed a hold of her lower legs, pushing forward with each thrust in an attempt to get in deeper. There was no chance of that, but it was worth every ounce of energy I applied to the task. She thought so too, leastwise from her visible reactions. Her growls and mews (you heard me right) filled the air, and I think the noise stirred up her brother, because he started to growl and roar.

This lasted a good twenty minutes. Despite the cold of the room, the sweat continued to pour off me as I ground my body into hers. I could feel the rising; that telltale sign, and I fought it down for as long as I could stand it. That wasn't very long. I ended up pumping her so hard her backend came off the bed, and that caterpillar-like tail was whipping around like a willow branch in the wind. When I came, I held myself against her as tightly as I could, and I felt her body react to mine once again. So if anyone ever tells you that female anima's don't have orgasms, it's a lie. I've seen it in species that I did not expect it from. And Malkia had it down pat.

Once I reluctantly slid out, I got up, got some water to drink and a towel to wipe the sweat away, while she walked over to her brother's cage and sprayed him. I thought it was a rather rude thing to do, and he sniffed the air and growled. At this point, there was no way in hell he was getting out of his cage. I valued my skin way too much.

I was beginning to chill, so I laid another blanket down on top of the mattress (there was a wet spot of course) and she and I climbed in. I believe she was hoping for another round, but hey, I was exhausted. Somewhere in the middle of the night I kicked off the comforter. It was plenty cozy under the sheet. I had my very own bed warmer, and she was amazingly adept at her job.

In the morning we got up; Malkia stepping gingerly to the floor while I was a little less delicate. I threw my clothing on, cold though it was, and checked on her brother. Under normal circumstance I would have risked them both out, but with her being in heat, I didn't feel like sharing. Besides, he just might get a little hard to manage and it was only me. I was no fool.

The snow outside was still blowing and drifting something terrible. I threw on my coat and tried to force the door open. It was no use. Even the windows were under thick layers of the drifting powder. I finally resorted to using the hatch to the roof. There at least it was clear. Getting down was no problem, but getting back might have been. I dropped back into the building and grabbed a rope, securing it before tossing it over the side. It hit snow three feet down.

Trust when I say that I never want to see that kind of snow again. Many of the buildings were snowed shut, and I had to say a little prayer and move on. The aquarium was running, so all the heaters and pumps were still functioning. The domestic from the petting zoo were chilly, but they had heaters so I moved on. In some cases, the snow was a blessing, because it ended up insulating the buildings and kept them from losing heat.

I made as many rounds as I could manage, and several times got lost in the whiteout conditions. I had to figure out where I was and orient myself when I managed to find a structure I recognized. It's a pretty scary feeling let me tell you. By the time I made it back to the clinic, climbed the rope to get me to the top, and back inside, five hours had passed. Malkia was almost frantic until she saw me.

I hit the floor on my feet and she hit me with hers and we were both down on the concrete. That raspy tongue made short work of warming up my face.

"Thanks girl. I think you're more suited to this shit than I am. What I wouldn't give to have that coat of yours!"

She finally let me up. She was as bad as a dog with separation anxiety. I knew what she wanted, but to be honest, I was fucking cold. My teeth were chattering and my skin felt hard and cracked. I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee and turned on the oven to generate more heat. After six cups of joe, I felt suitably revived to take my coat off, which she took as meaning it was playtime again.

The bed did look awfully comfortable, and I already knew that I could finish warming up quite well under the covers, in the embrace of my wonderful Malkia.

She beat me to the bedroom.

Females!

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Ok, so I like felines. Who doesn't? Even the term feline automatically makes you think female, now doesn't it? No? Well it does for me. It makes me think of graceful lines and sweet curves and fluid movements. Ok, so not all girls are graceful, but then neither are a lot of guys. Work with me here!

We had other felines at the zoo over the years; some were pretty small, like the fishing cats and the ocelots. Trust me, there was going to be no commingling there. But we did have a few others that were definite possibilities, and one that was a reality. And she was on the opposite color palate as Malkia.

Her name was Belleza, which was appropriately enough Spanish for beauty. And she was; from the tip of her black nose to the end of her ebony tail. She was a South American girl, and she was a jaguar. Of course, her color was the rarer coat pattern; the type referred to a melanistic. Her rosettes, or spots if you will, were nearly obliterated within a sea of black. Long and sleek, she was a temperamental little bitch to boot. Allow me to elaborate.

She was one of a litter of cubs born at the...well never mind where. I don't want anyone tracking this down. She was born domestically, that's all you need to know. She was purchased by the upper management on account of her abnormal color.

We got her when she was six months old, and she proved to be a handful. I don't know whether she thought she was just playing or what, but she had the habit of biting. If you've been bitten by your pet cat, then you know their teeth are sharp. It hurts! Now boost the size up a few notches. Yeah. It hurts a hell of a lot more! When she was fully grown and still in the habit of biting, you tended to wear gloves around her.

Now understand this; I'm not saying she attacked people. No, it just seemed to be her way of saying hello I guess. I'll tell you how I broke her of it and more if you're patient enough to read on.

Bella, as I often called her, was an active cat. In the end, we tore out the wall between two exhibits to give her greater freedom. Under my direction, the new exhibit had a skylight installed, with tree trunks and a running waterfall that ended in a little pond, where the water started its journey back through the system. It was a bit ahead of its time, and the managers complained at the cost, but when it was done, no one said a word. It looked that good! There was one large branch that hung over the pond where she loved to dang her legs over either side. It was also the perfect spot for viewing her.

When she was around two years old, and not long after this pen had been finished, she exhibited a change in her behavior. She tended to bite more; bite and then run away with her tail lashing. She also got very noisy and aggressive. I finally took charge of her, not wishing any of the other staff to get injured.

One day, I was in there doing the mundane work of cleaning her area. One of the things we had forgotten in enlarging the display was adding a feature to separate her from the rest of it, sort of a cage within a cage. But again, let me say that she never seriously attacked anyone. She just seemed to like to bite. This day, she snuck up, bit my protected hand and in the process, made off with my glove.

She ran up and lay across her tree branch, holding the glove in her teeth. She then laid it on the bark and sniffed it. I was a little put off by her tomfoolery and stepped over and yanked it back. She took a half-hearted swipe at me. I swatted her nose with the glove. She gave a growl and bared her teeth.

It escalated from there.

She jumped down and stalked me. All I had was a broom, a dust pan and a bucket. That was it. Apparently she didn't like being sassed. Right about then I was thinking how nice it would have been to have had a way of containing her. But while I was nervous, I wasn't frightened. I could handle myself, and while I was no Jack Hanna, I wasn't stupid enough to turn my back on her either. Always keep them in view.

When she made a little lunge at me, however, I did get rather stupid. I sidestepped her and jumped her at the same time. I'm afraid I got a little pissed. My weight forced her to the ground temporarily, and as I struggled with her, I ended up with one of her ears in my mouth. So I bit down.

Hard.

She roared in pain, but I refused to let go and even more importantly, I refused to get off of her. I was in the superior position and I wasn't about to let loose of that advantage. I did let go of her ear, lest I rip it, but I steadfastly held my position. That was no easy task. Big cats are strong. It was only later that I came to the conclusion that her heart wasn't into it.

I had my arms around her neck, and the rest of me was across her back. Needless to say that put my crotch somewhere around the base of her tail. Trust me; I wasn't thinking sexual thoughts at that moment. I was thinking, why the hell did I come in here alone?

What caught my attention was that telltale sign; her feet were pattering on the ground. I could hear her claws digging into the mock-stone floor in addition to feeling her butt squirming under me. I nearly passed out the change was so abrupt. Here she had been getting antsier this whole time because she needed a male jaguar to scratch her itch. And of course, we had no male jaguar. Heck, we had few males in any capacity it seemed. Sure, the two lions, but outside of that, there was nothing.

Well. There was me.

The question was, did I feel up to such a thing? Right now she was ready, but it was now only early morning, before the visitors were even allowed in, and I'm sure one of my coworkers would show up, as they usually did when I was working in here. Seeing me even just like this was going to generate some talk. However, for the moment, it seemed I had just come out on top as the dominant one in this relationship, and I hardly wanted that to escape from my grasp.

I sat up, much like I was in a saddle, testing the waters to see how she was going to react. She turned her head and snarled at me, but she was presently all growl and no bite. That was a nice change. The next thing for me was going to be in getting up and off of her. I still didn't trust her any more than I could throw her, and she was pretty heavy. I took in a deep breath and leaned back, getting my fingers under her tail.

Her butt went up like someone had jerked her tail. I was torn. I figured that if I could get her off a little, she might settle down for a while, at least until I could get out of the cage. On the other hand, if I was caught fingering her, I would likely get reported. Truthfully, I should get an award for that, but back at his time, people viewed things differently. Since I was stuck between a cat and a moral dilemma, I chose to act on the one which was more apt to maim me at the moment.

My middle finger slipped into the warm moist spot as my other fingers spread her open. A low rumble began to emanate from her chest. So far, so good. The question now was how long would this take? As it was, I was getting a hard-on in my trousers and in to my present position, it was getting uncomfortable.

With my middle finger in place I curled my index and ring finger and rubbed them across her rectum. She was definitely in heat. And here I was, sitting like a cowboy on top of a hormonal jaguar in a glass encased cage. Not knowing what else to do, I fingered her for the next five or six minutes, keeping my eyes peeled on the back door. Thankfully, I would be able to see anyone coming in before they would see me.

I so would have done her right then and there if it weren't for the time of day. But what could I do? Nothing of course. In another hour the zoo would be filled with kids and moms, and the last thing any of them needed to see was some guy going down on a big black cat. On the other side of the coin though, they would walk away from the zoo with an entirely different outlook on human/animal relations!

I worked her over for a few more minutes, actually getting my two fingers partly inside her ass. I finally gave up when my hand started to cramp up from the odd angle and stiffened fingers. I patted her flanks and said "Sorry girl. I have to go. Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll see you tonight."

I was on my feet just in time too. Mary, one of the animal caretakers came into the building. She got one look at Bella and me standing over and grinned. "What the hell did you do to her? She looks like you sedated her!"

"We just had it out, so to speak. I got a little tired of her biting, so I bit her back!"

"You didn't!" she said unbelieving.

"Left ear. We just got done having a talking to."

"You're either foolish or brave. I don't know which."

"Probably a little of both. We'll see though. Maybe...just maybe this will do some good in the long run."

I gathered my tools and left her behind. She turned to stare at me, emitting a squeaky roar as I stepped through the door. "Don't worry girl. I'll be back."

She was on my mind the rest of the day. I stayed out of her building though, for I didn't want her to get riled up upon seeing me, but not getting to have me. It made for a long day. When work was done, I went back and got something to eat. I sat down in the chair for a rest break, and knowing my propensity for cat naps, set an alarm.

It went off and scared the crap out of me. It took me a moment to clear my head as to why I set the alarm for such a strange time. Then I remembered. Bella! I didn't jump up right away. I sat there and wondered if this was a wise thing to be doing. Unlike some of the other big cats which had gone rather soft on humans, Bella was still a bit of a biter, as this morning's incident had shown. Going in there might not be the wisest thing I could do.

But thinking back on my experiences, I figured if I could survive a tiger, I could survive a jaguar. She was obviously in heat, and I was the only available male. I made up my mind, and forgoing the lube I normally carried to such a rendezvous, I walked across the zoo still in my uniform. If they found me dead, at least they'd think I was in there on some job related thing, even if I might be partially undressed. My guess is that they'd just blame poor Bella.

She was prowling the edge of the exhibit when I flipped the lights on. She blinked in the abrupt glare before turning her eyes on me. She opened her mouth and made a little, quiet snarl.

"Hey, I told you I had to wait. This isn't the Amazon girl. I have stuff to do. I just hope you're sill in the mood!"

I unlocked the door, closing and locking it behind me. While that may sound stupid, I was only going to risk myself. If she got loose, even just into the main building, they would likely shoot her first and ask how she got out later. I turned to face her, for I wasn't foolish to have my back to her for very long. And damn if she didn't come up and bite my hand!

This time she did it hard enough to puncture the glove and the skin underneath. When I instinctively jerked it back, the glove came off in her mouth. She ran and took it with her, leaving me standing there with blood dripping down my hand. I stared at the crimson rivulet and the anger built up inside me. I was here because she needed a mate and this is how I was rewarded?!

I ripped off the other glove and dove after her. It was a bit insane, but then again, at that moment, so was I. She heard me coming, but I think she hardly expected me to tackle her right off her favorite branch. We hit the floor on the other side, just shy of the pond.

I was so pissed I leaned down in her face and screamed at her. I won't use the language I used, but needless to say it was colorful sailor-type words that flowed from my mouth. I grabbed her ears and pinned her head against the floor as I pelted one insult after another at her. I only let up when I realized that she was actually holding still. I don't know if she understood the reason for my anger, but she seemed quite capable of understanding that I was extremely emotional, and it wasn't in a good way.

"Dammit girl! I'm fucking sick of you biting me! I'm going to do you if it's the last damned thing I ever do!"

This whole time she was on her back, with my full weight on her. She didn't move a muscle, except maybe to twitch a whisker. When I let go of her head, she tilted it and licked my hand as if to say she was sorry. It was still bleeding, and for good reason, for she had nicked one of the veins. It hardly mattered. I wouldn't bleed to death from it.

Since my fingers were slippery with my vital fluid, I took that hand and stuck it down inside her. She held still as I rammed my fingers, all three, in as far in as they would go. Yes, I was pissed and therefore acting irrational. Just remember; big cats can't be raped. If she wasn't in the mood for it, she would have clawed me to ribbons.

Her talons never left their sheaths.

I soon went from angry to horny. I unbuttoned the lower buttons on my shirt, and while keeping an eye on her, I stood and dropped my pants. She took that moment to slip off the floor and climb backup on her branch. I was rather pissed, but she draped herself over it at just about the perfect height for my waist. Her front was resting on one of the untrimmed limbs, so if she was happy with it, so was I.

I came up behind her, moved her tail to one side, and ran the back of my hand over my cock. Yeah, it sounds gross. It was just another bodily fluid we were going to be exchanging, so get over it. Life can be messy sometimes.

Since I had gotten three fingers inside, I knew the most important part of me was going to fit too. I grabbed her butt and pushed. She pushed back into me as I slipped inside. At least I was finally facing the least dangerous end of her!

I grasped tightly onto her black furred hide, and I think she dug her claws into the wood as I set off on my journey. She was certainly immobile, except for a gentle rhythmic swaying as I pumped her hot hole. Outside of the slightly tippy-toe stance I had to maintain, this was perfect!

I had to try several times to get my length all the way inside her, for my fingers had only loosened her up for the first few inches. I was quite alright with that, as the head of my cock pushed aside virgin tissue for the very first time. Like all big cats, this was a feeling to die for, and one of these days, I was going to challenge the odds and be granted that outcome. But oh, in the meantime, I was in heaven!

I pummeled that hole, taking out a little frustration while feeling the pleasure of it. Yeah, I was still a little pissed at her, despite the fact that I knew dam well she was a wild animal. She couldn't help how she acted. The problem was all mine. I had gotten pampered with the treatment I had received, with such wonderful companions as Malkia, who I believe I've mentioned before. She was as loving as you could get.

But then, my aggression was hardly noticed. She was in heat and in the wild, with a true male; she would have been taking a smaller, but much more painful cock than mine. My roughness probably was mere foreplay to her species. As it was, ovulation was probably spurred by those spines. With any luck, we might be able to do this for days without her losing interest.

She was such an athletic beast that despite the precariousness of her perch, and my vigor in pounding her backside, she remained nearly motionless. I was impressed. It almost made up for the injury she had given me. But I was still feeling salty about that, so I took that aggression out on her. I have a feeling that she loved every minute of it.

I concentrated on enjoying her insides, since for the moment, everything else seemed under control. My hand was still bleeding, but since I had it clenched around her thighs, I think that was to be expected.

She was hot; then again all felines are when compared to our relatively low core temperature. She was slick and smooth on the inside, a telltale sign that she was in heat. And the constriction inside? Whereas Malkia had been heavenly, this girl was definitely something more sinful. Sort of a Negro Belleza; a Black Beauty. She was the devil to my white angel, the flip side so to speak.

Besides the ridge of bone, her tunnel seemed to be lined with little bumps. Whatever they were, they were delightful. I could feel them when I took slow strokes on the inward slide. She apparently enjoyed the feeling as well, for her roaring increased as time went on, though at some moments she'd just sort of stop and change pitch.

After about twenty minutes, my feet were starting to cramp. Her cries were getting higher and more strained. If I had thought it would have worked, I would have yanked her off the tree and onto the floor so that I could finish this from an easier position. I was wise enough not to try it. Better the bark take the wrath of her claws than my skin.

Maybe she was a mind reader. Maybe. With an abruptness that scared me nearly as much as the alarm had, she leaped from the branch and off of me, landing on the ground on the other side. She dropped and started licking her hindquarters, her haunches shivering slightly. Apparently the "mating" had gotten a little over the top.

She stopped and stared at me. I stared back. If I had to tackle her again...

She dropped and rolled on the floor. I was well aware that I could be misreading her signals, but seeing as I hadn't blown a wad yet, I took the chance. I ducked under the branch, waddling with my pants around my ankles, and dropped on her like a bomb. She did take a swipe at me, but without her claws. Still, the attitude made me edgy.

Edgy, but undeterred.

Figuring it was stupid now to keep them, I pried off my boots and threw the pants on the floor. I slipped back inside her and grabbed her front legs as a precautionary measure. Even in the wild, big cats could get aggressive during sex and I was in no way taking any chances. It might not stop her, but it would at least slow her down.

I plowed into her, hoping to make this fast. She was as unpredictable as I should have known she was going to be. She was one girl I'd never take back to the clinic, much less allow her to leave her exhibit.

As I worked her over again, she kept getting tighter and tighter until, after several forceful pushes, I found that I couldn't get deep into her anymore. She had closed right up. A male jaguar might have been able to make the narrowed passage, but not me. I was way too thick for that.

I finally gave up. I could feel her tightening up around me, literally pushing me out. But I wasn't through. I might not get to have the preferred hole, but there was always a backup. The question was, how would she react? She seemed ok with it before, with my fingers, but a bona fide human penis plunging into there might cause a different reaction.

There was only one way to find out. Before evaporation could set in, I nailed her ass and drove it in hallway before friction entered the game. She let out a rather noncommittal cry which ended when my advance did. I pulled back little and rubbed my hand over the area before driving it in again. That was followed by a deeper position and another little cry.

It took three more attempts before my crotch was kissing her backside. I was in deep. I could feel the whole lower portion of her body twitching. I guess she was having some sort of orgasm. Even her rectum was trying to participate, and here I was, crashing it.

Oh well. She'd have to deal with it. I rammed in and out, trying to recharge the feeling I had been getting previously, before I had been so unceremoniously evicted. I found it. Her rectum kept tightening down around me as I worked away, confident this time that her body couldn't eject me twice. Oh, I think it tried, and if she had not been in heat, I would have been dead. But she was and I wasn't.

It was that pushing, that bearing down she was doing that really tipped the scales. In the end (her end of course) I blew an immense load deep inside her. Her backend was coming off the floor as I forcibly propelled my cock, literally oscillating at breakneck speed, into her supremely delightful hole. It was only after I was on the downward side of the act that I even thought about what I had done.

Thankfully she never showed any signs of damage from my rather violent outburst. When I left her, she was busy licking her parts. I took the opportunity to gather my stuff and depart relatively unscathed. I knew I was leaving evidence behind in the form of blood, but my instincts told me that she'd either lick it up (not the best solution) or else it'd be there in the morning and I'd clean it up.

I tended to my hand, thankful that it looked more like I had caught it on metal than a true bite. I washed it and wrapped it, feeling that for the experience I just had, it was a small price to pay. She was devilishly tricky to deal with, and unless she proved to be more amiable over the course of the next few days, she was going to be spending her time alone.

I checked on her the next day, all the while evading questions about my injury. I finally chalked it up to a sharp can lid. Electric can openers can leave some nasty sharp edges you know. Bella was pacing the her cage, and knowing I had to clean it up, I stepped in and waited. The ole girl came right up and rubbed her head under my injured hand. So it seemed our temperamental girl just needed a little of the right attention to cure her quirk. I guess I was going to have to repeat the dose of her prescribed treatment to rid her of it entirely. Devil or no, she was going to have to fit in with my harem whether she liked it or not.

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So where do I go next?

Yes, I was a busy boy behind the scenes of the day to day operations of the zoo. The fact was, the management got to the point where they suggested that I move off site and let some newbie take over the clinic space. They were afraid I was being overworked. I politely smiled and told them that until they sprung for having several people on duty during the night, every night, I would stay where I was. I knew the cheap asses wouldn't spring for paying more than one person, and so I ended up remaining the sole person on site.

What can I say? The perks were great and I wasn't about to lose them!

As far as stories go, I suppose I should let you pick which animal I'll tell you about next, but since you have no idea what all I got myself into over the years, then I can't ask you to do that can I?

What? You want to guess? Fine by me, but don't go getting too crazy on me.

No, no rhinos. We did have a male, and trust me, you didn't want to get close to either end.

Giraffe? You have to be kidding! While ours was mild mannered, the mechanics behind it were rather hazardous. Heck, even male giraffes have been known to have trouble with the ladies, and are one of the species recorded as having homosexual relationships. It's a wonder they didn't go extinct already.

Elephant? I'd say you're just being stupid now, but the fact is...I did.

Why did I tackle a pachyderm like an elephant and not a giraffe? I hear you saying something about height similarities and such. Well, you're right of course, but not completely right. This is one of those cases where I suppose I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not.

It was Thora, one of the few Indian Elephants that were born at our zoo. Yes, that's right. A juvenile elephant. But don't get your pants in an uproar until after I finish the story. You should know me well enough by now to know I wouldn't do anything that would harm an animal. If that were true, I would have been found out early on, instead of gliding through years of debauchery.

Thora was born to a twelve year old female named Dora. If you have the slightest knowledge of elephants, then you know already know the joke comparing their mating to governmental function. You know; it all takes place above your head, with a lot of fuss, and then you have to wait two years for results.

Thora was a cute little gray ball of adorableness when she was born. There is just something about baby animals that brings out the "awwwww" in everybody. She was no exception. The zoo-goers loved her.

Now; I can guess what you're thinking. For one thing, as a newborn, she was remarkably small considering how big she would eventually get. So no, I didn't try anything right away.

But let's move up a few months, shall we?

By this time she was a bundle of activity. Friendly and curious, she was always on the go. She was particularly free with the use of her trunk, exploring things that were new to her. Humans seemed to be just part of the herd and she took to everyone like they were her equals.

Everyone got a sniff-over by her flexible trunk, for she soon learned that we often came loaded with apples, oranges and heads of lettuce. While she was still suckling on her mother, and would be for a while, she was finding out the value of a mixed diet. She had a great nose, and could smell even just residual odors on our clothes. Needless to say, some of the female staff members shrieked when that trunk came exploring between their legs, especially if she was doing it from behind. We all had some pretty intense laughs from it.

I had my eye on her, wondering if there would be a time and chance that would coincide with me broaching my newfound interest in animals. I knew that if I waited until she was sexually mature, then I might as well try it with her mother now. That wasn't going to be happening. Even if it did, I might as well be screwing a drain pipe for the size of her anatomy.

So I waited a few months until Thora had doubled in size and her height was nearly perfect. I needed to come up with a way of doing this though, for she was still bound to her mother and would be for several more years. By that time she'd be full sized. I didn't dwell on doing her, but I figured it would be my only chance of having my way with an elephant.

As it turned out, the opportunity came up under unexpected circumstances.

Dora was having some issues with her reproductive organs. She had apparently torn her vagina delivering Thora and it had gone unnoticed. She had healed, but she ended up with a bit of a fissure that continued giving her some trouble down the road.

It was first noticed when she was getting a scrub down by one of the staff. She had a discharge leaking out the back. I took swabs and glanced at them under the microscope and found she had a mild infection. Let me tell you how thrilled I was!

News alert.

I wasn't.

In case you think that all I did was molest my animals, let me tell you some of the normal stuff I was required to do; like handling this. I got a step ladder and a tank of warm water, and using a sump pump dropped into it, stuck a hose up inside her and flushed her out. I then lubed up my hand and stuck it in her hole up to my shoulder. Yes, my whole arm.

I did it without gloves, because to be honest, they didn't make them that went up to my shoulder. They only went up to my elbows. And on top of that, I wanted to be able to really feel around inside for whatever the problem was.

I found the tear and, assuming it was still trying to heal, opted to flush her daily with an antibiotic solution until the infection was gone. I must admit I held my arm inside her for longer than I needed to. I realized later that I was technically fisting an elephant, but back then I didn't really know the term.

It was pretty incredible, and I sort of envied a male elephant for the length of the passage. Of course, mating was over pretty quickly in elephants, so he probably didn't really have time to savor it. That was too bad. But it also got me thinking of Thora. Scaled down to size, she was probably perfect for me.

In fact, I doubted I would even make much of an impression on her. The problem would be with when I was going to try it. Night time wasn't going to be ideal; for once they were asleep it was never a good idea to wake them. So it had to be morning.

I got up at 4:30, drank some coffee and then made my way over to the elephant enclosure carrying only a large burlap sack. It was still dark when I got there, but the sun was just trying to break through the blackness. Mom and babe had been inside for the night, and they were both awake when I walked in. The only thing I figured that I'd need was a way of distracting mom while I tried on Thora for size.

I gave mom a rub on her trunk, and she returned the greeting by tussling my hair with her prehensile tip and snuffing my clothing. I think she smelled what I had been carrying, but when she realized I had nothing she ignored me.

I moved over to the youngster and began scratching her ears. She got a little frisky with her trunk, and began exploring my clothing for hidden treasure. I did have a bag of apples in the anteroom for both of them, but I was going to wait until I was done doing what I came to do before breaking them out.

I intended to use a device we had on hand to make this escapade possible. There was a harness that we had for holding her still. Well, we had one for mom too, but it was huge and was capable of lifting her off the floor. Thora's was designed to hook into recessed lag bolts in the concrete. It was adjustable up to a certain size, and after that we were going to be struck until she was fully grown. We didn't have an intermediary one. I'll bet you have no idea how expensive it was keeping and maintaining them, even back then.

Expensive.

She thought it was great fun trying to "help" put the damn thing on her, and I got a little frustrated that it was taking so long. On top of that, she kept grabbing my crotch with her trunk. I didn't assume it was sexual behavior, because at this stage, sex meant nothing to her. I have a feeling her sensitive sniffer could smell where the apples had been.

I was overtaken with curiosity though, and perhaps in a moment of stupidity, stopped trying to get her in the harness and stripped my clothes off instead. Her trunk snaked back down and began playing with my cock. Part of me was scared. Those appendages are pretty strong, even in a juvenile. But I was curious what a "hand" job from an elephant felt like.

She was most curious about what she probably considered to be my miniature trunk. On top of that, she had never seen a human without their external skin (clothing) on before. I think she found it extremely perplexing when my trunk went stiff. She played around with it for a while, snuffing it and at one point nearly inhaling it directly into one of her nostrils.

I did have to wince a little when she explored my balls. Gentle or not, that trunk could have squeezed them flat. However she seemed content merely in sniffing, getting a good dose of my smell. Between the fear of her getting too frisky and the tickling of my scrotum hairs, I had chills up and down my spine.

My cock intrigued her enough for her to come back to it time and again. Since she was preoccupied by it, I took the opportunity to finish getting the assembly on her and to secure the harness to the floor. She would be immobile without the straps biting into her. I figured I wasn't going to have a lot of time, so it hardly mattered. She would be in it long enough to get chafed, not with her thick hide.

I moved around behind her and lifted her flyswatter tail. Her skin was all pachyderm gray, with individual black hairs sprouting all over. This made her a little bristly, but not enough to dissuade me. I scratched the base of her tail, making her sway her hips back and forth from relief. Most animals had this hard to reach spot, kind of like the middle of the back to us humans. Anyway, I thought to myself; so far, so good.

Mom was nearly asleep again, and was taking no notice of me. I took one hand away from the scratching and used it to spread her skin. A crack appeared, imbued with the color pink. It was in stark contrast to the surrounding gray, and much more smooth and glistening. I was able to slip my fingers in, feeling how moist and warm it was.

Thora didn't seem to mind, if she even noticed my intrusion. She was enjoying my tough nails digging into her even tougher skin. Since my "trunk" was ready to go, I pushed into her.

She wasn't tight, but she was certainly snug. I pushed in until I was pressed against her backside without hitting bottom. I didn't figure that I would. I hardly needed that to enjoy myself.

I grabbed the straps on the harness and leaned back a little before letting loose. She hardly moved, even when I put my back into it. She was as solid as a rock, and even with the harness in place, she hardly seemed moved enough to try and escape. Perhaps her itch extended lower than I originally thought!

It was nice being able to really put some muscle behind a sexual encounter. Up to this point, I had always maintained a certain decorum. But even a tyke like this was built pretty tough, and nothing I could do was going to do any damage. I figured if she started to complain however, I was going to call it off. If for no other reason, you must remember that mom was in the room and quite capable of flattening me.

Thora apparently thought it was some sort of game. As it was, one of the rear straps was right over her itchy spot and my slamming away on her was rubbing it in a manner she found divine. I figured is she was happy, who was I to question the reason s behind it?

I nailed her hole for all I was worth, jarring my skeleton with the force of each thrust. The straps were digging into my fingers as I held on to them for all I was worth. After about ten minutes of this, she let out a happy little trumpet which I hoped wouldn't wake her mother. Dora stirred a little, but seeing that everything looked fine, ignored us. I can only assume that she knew I had been playing inside of her (the medical exam remember), and that it was only natural for me to be doing the same with her little daughter.

I have to admit, this was more fun that I thought it would be. She was very slippery, more so than I figured a juvenile would be. She wasn't as warm as some of my other conquests, for believe it or not, elephants have a core temperature similar to us, and actually a bit lower than the human average. But she was plenty into our game if seemed, and that was good enough for me. As it was , she seemed to be narrowing down over time, as if perhaps she was capable of responding positively to my intrusion into her immature depths.

I worked away on her for some time, her mother totally oblivious to what I was doing. I guess she figured is Thora didn't mind what I was doing, then who was she to interfere? I finally blew a big one deep inside her, though I was probably still inches away from hit the end of her cunt.

I was working away, feeling the burn in my upper arms from hanging on so tightly and pounding her so violently. It hit me all at once and then it was over. I held on as my body did what it did best; pumped my sperm straight towards her womb.

I stayed pressed against her hide for a while, waiting for my cock to soften. When it did so only marginally, I went to work again. I got thinking, as I pounded away a second time, that she was going to have to wait over a decade before she would have a male inside her again. By then she's be as big as her mother, and the cock she'd be taking would make my arm look like a gentleman's walking stick and my cock to appear no bigger than a splinter.

Still I knew that elephants had phenomenal memories, and maybe, just maybe, she'd remember me when it came time again to go through the motions of mating. As it was, when I finished my second time around, I knew I had to pull out and get things back to normal.

I grabbed the apples and while she was busy stuffing her mouth, I undid the harness and set her free. She didn't move an inch. Dora smelled the apples and demanded her share, which a toss around the floor to keep her busy while I got dressed.

I went back to the clinic, chalking up another animal to add to my growing list. I know I should have felt bad, but it was tough to considering her relative compliance with my actions. True, she was secured, but in the end, it seems I hardly needed it. To her it was just some sort of strange playtime. And if you think I'm wrong in my assessment, of bother willingness and her memory, from that day onward, my crotch was a point of fascination for her.

The female staff workers found it funny, since she ignored them thereafter. There were rare occasions when I undid my pants and let her play with my "trunk", but they were few and far between. Besides, she was growing up quickly, and she was soon a little too large for those kinds of games.

It didn't mean she didn't try though.

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When I wasn't busy elsewhere, I could often be found fanning the flames of romance around the grounds, though never with any of the staff. While I think a few of the women who worked there thought I was gay, most everyone blamed my lack of interest on the dedication I had towards the animals under my care. In this they were absolutely correct. Besides, I was soon busy enough keeping the local "ladies" happy that I had no time for human interaction.

That being said, who should I discuss next? Let me see; how about the twins?

The twins were two sisters we got for our Africa exhibit about five years after I started at the zoo. They weren't the typical animal you found displayed in zoos, anymore than our hyena had been. They were African Wild Dogs.

Haraka and Janja came to us as young adults. They came from their home in southern Africa directly to us, after wading through the usual quarantine and red tape. I went to customs myself to check them over, and found them to be in good health, if a little skittish from all of the commotion of their transfer across the Atlantic. Their names came with them, meaning I think; quick and sly in Swahil respectively.

They were also snappish and irritable in whatever other language you wanted to speak. After the normal bureaucratically determined wait period, they were removed to my zoo and remained isolated from the other animals until we were certain they were disease free.

They were beautifully colored, with the well known and recognizable multi hued coat that made them stand out from all other canines. On top of that, their large ears made them one of the most easily distinguishable of the dog species, right up there with Fennecs and the Maned Wolf.

They were placed in their own enclosure of course, and unlike a lot of other carnivores, I often gave them live food to chase down. I know some people found this offensive, but in the wild there wasn't some benevolent hand of God passing out steaks. These were wild animals and they hunted to survive. If you wish to file a complaint, you may do so retrospectively. It'll hardly bring back all the rabbits they hunted down and devoured.

The girls settled in a little roughly at first. No animal likes to be taken from a large area to a small one, especially after being shipped over in a crate. They paced the fence endlessly for the first few weeks until I finally felt forced to slip a little something into their food. After that, they calmed right down. The wonders of modern medicine!

I had to read up on the species once I found out we were getting them, and like a lot of the literature of the day, it was incomplete and largely useless. These were the L. pictus variety, the type sometimes known as Cape Hunting Dogs. They were the largest of the wild dogs, topping out at close to 70 pounds. That put them in a weight category similar to the standard German Shepherd.

Having yet again females with no males meant that the girls were only on display for the public and not part of any breeding program. It also meant that when the time came, I was going to be their only relief. That is, if such a time were to ever manifest itself.

The information available from in-the-wild observations told me a few things. For one, it seemed that knotting wasn't a priority in this canid species. Considering there were larger predators out and about, I can't say I was surprised. Breeding seemed to be year round, though one observer stated that this species seemed more inclined towards breeding from April through the summer months.

While they matured quickly, being adult at only one year old, I left them alone until they were nearly two. For one thing, they still were a little skittish around people. There was no point in trying anything with animals that just might decide to tear you apart as much as look at you.

The girls were never that bad, but I had learned over time that teeth and claws were real dangers. Any animal not happy with what you were doing was plenty well equipped to let you know. Even those who were happy about it could still accidently rip you a gash without even trying.

My first clue that things were a little different was an increase in their pacing. Their vocalizations increased too; from little yips to constant howling calls. They even got a little aggressive with each other and at one point I thought I was going to have to put them into separate enclosures.

Then it hit me that they might be in estrus. Hormones running high would account for their changing behavior. The question was; did this mean I had a shot at nailing one or both of them before they came out of it? The answer was; not with their present levels of aggression. They might calm down after a little action, but getting there would likely put me into a position I wasn't ready to accept.

Their enclosure had a building attached that they could go into. The doors to the outside could then close, restricting them indoors. It was used when the weather got bad, or when we needed to do medical exams on them. I used it to split them into separate cages.

I held their food that day on the pretext of doing blood work on them, and returned in the evening with two big bowls of ground chuck laced with a sedative. Trust me, it was balanced out for their weight, so it was just enough to calm those already high-strung nerves. I waited a good hour before poking my hand in and scratching behind an ear. I got a quick jerk of the head which made me draw back, but all she seemed interested in at that moment was sniffing my hands.

That still didn't inspire a lot of confidence in me. They probably smelled like meat. Still, I figured if I was going to do this, I was going to have to have a little more confidence in the situation. I stuck my fingers back and tensed up in case she decided to bite. All she did was lick them.

I tried scratching her ear again, but she moved away, circling back and rubbing her rump against the bars. I scratched her back, all the way down to her tail, and she gave me that little arched back motion that said, "oh yeah, that's the spot."

I switched hands and took the free one and ran it under her tail. She turned to watch me as if to question my motives. I think they should have been obvious. Since they weren't, I rubbed across her ass for a second before dropping a little lower. She stiffened her stance as I did. She held stock-still as I worked my middle finger into her tight hole. Her lips felt a touch puffy, meaning that she was definitely in heat. She was also definitely a tight little bitch. It was a good thing I brought the lube.

I opened the cage to the outside, allowing her to go free into the big enclosure. I wasn't about to try this hunched over inside a small cage. That was asking for more trouble than I was already expecting to deal with. I slipped through the access door into the outside air, dropping my clothing inside before I did. She ran a few circles before tiring and trotting up to me. She sniffed my crotch, moved to my rear and stuck her nose in my ass (cold!) and came around in front on me again.

I dropped to my knees and pulled her to me. She turned and glared but made no attempts to bite. She didn't make it easy however, and her claws furrowed the soil as she remained stiff legged. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back until we touched. I had the lube on hand and slathered my cock with it before even trying to get inside her. She was going to be one hell of a fit.

I was wary of damaging her by trying too hard. I was therefore cautious at first. I lined up with one hand while I stabilized her with the other. She held still while I fumbled around, trying to ram the head of my cock past those tight furry lips. It took me a moment, but once I got it started, I grabbed the other side of her body and pulled her back while I pushed in. The stones and gravel of the pen dug into my knees.

She let out a yip as my cock pressed forward into her virgin depths. I knew my cock was nothing like a males, for canines had far pointier tips, so I hoped it was only a onetime thing rather than something more long term. I would have to desist if this proved to be too painful for her. Then again, if it was, I had a feeling I'd be sharing in her pain.

I stopped for a moment, feeling her walls constricting around me. When the squeezing eased up I went in full tilt, shoving my entire length in until I hit bottom. There was another little yip and then all was quiet except for the muffled cries of her sister. Apparently she was feeling left out.

The hole I was in was incredibly tight. I know now, in my later years, that people have sex with their pets all the time, but back then such things were unknown and worthy of jail time. I guess they still are. But I had to wonder to myself that once I retired, maybe I should invest in a friend. That was still a long ways off, so who knew what the future was going to bring, but I had to wonder which breed would be best.

Probably one a little larger than these girls. I wasn't complaining about having a tight hole to knock up, just that I felt I was a little larger than they were designed for. I pulled back experimentally before gently shoving back in. She went rigid when I did, and I could feel a little shiver run through her body. I took that, along with the lack of exposed teeth, as a sign this was going to work.

She was sixty pounds of rigid flesh as I pounded away on her rump. Her tail, a fluffy mix of white, gray and orange fur, rode up my belly to my chest. My fingers had an iron grip on her hips mostly to keep her from being knocked off her feet. I was nearly two hundred pounds to her sixty, and my momentum was certainly causing her to sway.

She was so wonderful that I slowed down and made long strokes, savoring the feel of every millimeter of her tunnel. The head of my cock, when pulled back, could be felt dragging along her tissues, pulling them back as it did. They would spring forward as I passed, making both of us, I think, quite happy with the resulting sensation. Whenever I pulled back she would shiver in time to my movements, making the whole thing that much more exciting. There was nothing like knowing that your partner was into it as much as you were.

Hoping she was up for a good long screwing, I adjusted my knees in the dirt, shifting them back and forth to scrap away the tiny stones that were proving to be the only damper on this experience. I wasn't a wimp, but my skin was human and not thick like some of the beasts I took care of.

Once I was happy with my position I straightened my back, and instead of slamming into her, I took to slamming her into me. I found it was actually easier this way, and the feeling of that much quivering canine flesh sliding across my cock was more pleasurable than I think any human deserved. Her legs were still held stiffly, with her joints locked into place as I ravished her for the very first time.

The longer I drove it home, the more she was twitching. Her head would jerk from one side to the other; not consistently; not sharply, but almost like when I was scratching her rump. Apparently it was a rather universal sign of "oh yeah!" because she soon had her whole body into it, as much as my present grip would allow.

After a while and I do mean a while, I decided to see if we could change things up a little. T that end, I changed my position, which wasn't easy mind you, until I was sitting with my bare ass on the ground. I forced her down onto my lap. She balked at first, but finally complied when I pressed the point. She now had her back legs in between my thighs as my cock was forced in the entire distance it could go.

Again, I grabbed her and used her to accomplish the motion necessary for us to derive as much pleasure for this experience as we could. This time I grabbed her from underneath her upper thighs and lifted her up, allowing gravity to drop her back down. She was a little confused by the adjustment, but she adapted readily to the new method. She even let me do it without interference, for if she had tried to move, she probably would have kicked out of my grasp and ended up clawing me severely.

I was in doggy heaven. I would raise her up just to the point I reached her lips, and then allow her to drop back down, sliding along my length with supremely glorious ease. Hell, if all good sized dogs were this way, I just might consider opening a kennel and raising them! Wait! No, scratch that idea. It would be impossible to raise dogs when I was going to be the only male involved.

Biology and all that.

Back to where I was. Sorry.

If I haven't mentioned it before now, I was working over Janja. Haraka was still in the building, because there was no way I was going to be distracted with one of them running loose. She would get her turn eventually, even if it wasn't tonight. As it was Janja was really beginning to try and grind down against me, which was ok, if she managed to keep her claws off of me. The problem was, she couldn't. I ended up placing my hands under her feet, which then rested on my thigh, as she got into the grove of this new form of mating.

In the wild, I was pretty sure that this sort of movement from a female in heat would have been counterproductive, but right here and now it was extraordinary. Then again, I doubt a male could have assumed the position I did. The problem with this whole sex thing in the wild was that it had to be over quickly as a matter of survival. In our case, I was game as long as she was.

It was a hell of a lot longer than I expected. An hour later and we were still going strong. I was getting a slight chill, mostly from the sweat beading up and dripping down my back. She was all over the place, and in the final minutes of our connection, she was pressed down hard, grinding away on me like there was going to be no tomorrow.

Actually, it was late enough it may have been tomorrow.

Feeling the head of my cock grinding up against the solid protrusion that was her cervix finally brought me to the top. I took over and forced her rear down on top of me like I was driving a post into the ground. My grunts were almost feral as I filled her up with my cum. As I settled back against my palms, hatching my breath, she abruptly pulled off with a yelp and began vigorously licking her crotch.

As it was, she had a gaping hole that I had just vacated. My cum was oozing out and she was licking it up as fast as she could. After a few minutes of frantic lapping she jumped up and turned to me. Her nose went straight to my crotch, where she continued lapping away until I was clean. Then, without warning, she turned and stalked off to the opposite end of the compound.

I guess that meant we were done for the evening.

I sat there for a few moments before getting up. Despite the uneven surface digging into my butt cheeks, I was feeling pretty good. I was going to have to come back tomorrow and try out her sister. It meant dosing their food again, I guess, but better safe than sorry. I have a feeling it was the careful application of pharmaceuticals that had allowed us to work so well together, and I wasn't about to lose that advantage.

I slipped inside, grabbed my clothing and returned to my rooms. I showered to get the dirt and debris off of me and climbed into bed. When I drifted off, it was to the recent memory of the wonderful time I had with her. I knew it wouldn't last, not like Malkia, who you should know, was a common partner in my bed. I tended to take her for granted, knowing full well that there were going to be times when I would have to grab an opportunity as it came along. This was one of those times.

As my brain shut down, I found myself dreaming of patchwork dogs with really big ears. A dream seemed superfluous now that I had done the real thing, but even a repeat during a dream state was ok by me. I guess you could say that I had finally gone to the dogs. 

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Some of you have shown an interest in what happened with some of my more friendly companions. The fact is; some remained with me in an active sexual relationship for many years. I suppose I could go on about them, but I rather figured you'd be more curious about the variety of animals, as opposed to the number of times I nailed each one.

Some animals I only had one chance with, and sometimes that was a matter of luck more than anything else. Timing is everything they say, and while that mostly applies to show business, it fits for many other aspects of life as well.

The following story is one I shouldn't even admit to, for there are few others that I have confessed to that would create as much scandal as this one. Once I get deeper into the story, you'll see why.

I was invited to a particular zoo, one of rather high political importance, and one that housed a pair of rather rare visitors. I say visitors, but they were a gift to the United States by a foreign power. I will not say which zoo or which foreign power, but if you are old enough you'll already known what I am talking about. For the rest of you, go look it up on your computer.

I won't tell you the year, because in case someone from the government reads this, I don't want to be able to be tracked down. No harm came from it, but that doesn't mean that I still wouldn't get in trouble for admitting to such a wrongdoing. I mean, legally it was a bad thing, but when all was said and done, I think I ended up making a friend for life.

So here it goes, perhaps my biggest confession ever.

I screwed a panda.

You heard me right. And it was ironic as to how it all happened.

I was invited to this zoo solely because a large number of veterinarians and animal specialists were being given a few days to work closely with the pair of animals. As you must know by now, they were a gift from China, which only makes sense because where else do you find Giant Pandas?

I entered into this encounter with an open mind, not towards sex but towards learning about these exquisite creatures. They are an iconic animal in that everyone across the world knows what they are. I figured that I would spend my time there and leave, smarter perhaps but nowhere closer to adding that animal to my list of conquests. Silly me.

I was part of a group of five people who were visiting the zoo that week. Some of them took hotel rooms, but I actually asked if there were quarters on site. I was looked at oddly until I explained that I stayed at our zoo. That gave them pause for thought, but I told them that I was pretty particular about what went on there. Since many of them knew of the reputation of my zoo, which while small, maintained some very impressive habitats, they accepted my reasoning. As it turned out there were a few cots in the infirmary (as they called their clinic) and they said if it was ok by me it was ok with them.

I have to admit that I was hoping to do a little late night investigating over the entire zoo, but I knew I had to be careful. Here, the place had security. Some places you just had to be more careful than others, and this particular city was a hotbed for all sorts of kooks, morons and weirdos. It still is for that matter, even if they all wear suits and ties.

The enclosure for the pandas was built specifically to their needs. They were friendly enough with the staff, though they could be a little standoffish with each other. As I'm sure you know, all they eat is bamboo, so their diet, though monotonous, was fairly simply to handle. The big problem, and one that was never solved with these two was in getting them to breed successfully.

You know, I have a theory. We joked about it at the zoo that week, but in real life I think it was one of the many problems surrounding the survival of this species. Male pandas have these tiny needle dicks. Honestly, they do. I think they would have had more success screwing a rat with what nature gave them than a female of their own kind. I know that if I were a female panda, and I was offered so little an enticement; mood or no mood I might give him the boot, assuming I could even tell if he had it inside me or not.

We discussed this aspect of the panda's anatomy. You see, a female has a relatively long vagina, and the male's short penis meant that sperm had a long ways to travel. It would be a bit like me and a horse. My load would have to travel a long ways before reaching her womb, assuming that I could even breed with her, which of course I couldn't. But think of the likelihood of it happening if we were compatible. It becomes a very low number. That's why stallions are equipped like they are. With pandas, Mother Nature goofed. That's why there are lots of horses and so few pandas.

On top of that, the girls are only in a mood one every century or so. Yes, I'm being silly, but we were told that it was nearly impossible to tell when a female was ready for breeding. They did their best to keep them together for much of the time just to have them nearby in case it sprung up. The zoo's luck had been abysmal.

Enter me.

The first few days were spent not only observing the pandas, but touring the entire facility. It was pretty cool, though to be honest, I had been here once before as a paying customer. That did nothing to mitigate my interest, for I loved animals, from the lowliest to the largest.

On day four we were allowed to commingle with the fuzzy black and white beasts. They were pretty laid back, and in the case of the female, she was often lounging on her back, propped up against a rock or a log. She didn't seem to mind the intrusion into her lair, as long as everyone brought bamboo.

Her fur was remarkably soft, and she was as adorable up close as she was from the other side of the cage. She happily munched her bamboo and tolerated the attention like the little diva she was. I ran my hands through her fur, scratching under her chin as she devoured the stems and leaves of imported salad greens.

I couldn't help but notice that the area around her reproductive opening was darker than the rest of her belly fur, being instead a touch more brownish in color. I ran my hands down her front, careful not to make a show of it, and then to her crotch for a quick feel. My action wasn't noticed, and she made no motion that I was disturbing her, so I poked a finger in quickly, finder her larger inside that I would have assumed considering what I had been told about the males. Apparently they had been shrinking with their continuing evolution while the girls remained a proper size. It sort of made sense, for they still had to pass along a cub, assuming that even a single sperm ever found its mark.

I was glad I had insisted on staying on the grounds. I got out my notebooks after our evening meal under the pretense of observing them during the night. The cages had low lighting for the off hours, so it wasn't like they would be in complete darkness. The head keeper sort of condescendingly patted me on the back before shutting down the facility for the night. As he was putting away the spare keys, I managed to grab the ones for the panda cages and slip them into my pocket unseen. He was none the wiser.

I waited an hour to make sure no one came back, and then headed over to her inside compartment. She was still awake, wandering around looking for more bamboo to eat. Luckily for her, I knew where they kept it and had brought along a peace offering. I unlocked the door and climbed inside.

She snuffed the air and wandered over to me, accepting the offering before ambling over to the opposite corner. She plopped down on the floor, on her back, with her head propped up against a rock. I made my way over to her and began rubbing her belly. I didn't want to rush this, but I was pretty damn nervous as you can expect. It was one thing to be doing this when it was all completely under your control and another when you had little control whatsoever.

She ignored my massage or else accepted it as part of the plan; either way she didn't move. I quickly worked my way down to her nether regions and spread her open. She was pretty wet for a supposedly frigid girl! That was good, because I didn't bring lube with me. It was locked up in a cabinet and was not something I had reason to ask for. This was going to have to be au natural or nothing at all.

I mean really; what would I have told them I wanted it for?

I wiggled in a finger, and then two without throwing off her grove. I was surprised as I said before at how much room there was in there. I'm not saying that she was gaping, but the fact was, she could accept a human sized cock with no trouble. That was only a quick hypothesis of course, but I intended to test its parameters by putting it into practice.

I ditched my pants, having skipped the shoes and socks before embarking on this mission. She still didn't bat an eye at what I was doing. She did shift a little when I was fingering her, but my actions didn't seem to be perturbing her at all, so I took up to the next level. By this time the bamboo was nearly gone.

I was already hard in contemplation for consummating this brief relationship. As she was on her back already, I figured it was now or never. Once she moved any attempts on my part were either going to be rebuffed or impossible to carry out. I spit into my hand and rubbed my cock, lubing it up. If she were used to a pinky sized cock inside her, I wanted to be as slick as possible for her to accept this bigger load.

I got up close, spread her open and pushed. She stopped munching at that moment and stared at me. I had no idea what was going through her head, but she seemed to be assessing me. Perhaps I had gotten a little too friendly with her. She stared for a moment before leaning up and grabbing my head. Since she had claws, I figured I had better not fight it. I leaned towards her face as she pulled me in. At the same time, I was forced deeper inside her.

I overbalanced and fell sprawled across her body. It was a good thing she outweighed me, even if it was only by thirty pounds. My full weight was on her, but she took it all in stride. She began licking my face and my ear especially, curling her tongue around inside there until I wanted to squirm. In case you're not like me, I hate people (or animals) messing with my ears. I hate wet willies and they give me the chills something awful.

I did my best to ignore her. It was tougher than you think, but I tuned her out and focused on the prize; one of the rarest animals I was ever going to have a chance with. To be honest I was marveling that I was this far into the game. Her reputation had preceded her, and if she was tolerant of my attention it had to mean she was sexually receptive. And here I was, wasting the opportunity for propagating the species on my own insane desire to have sex with this unique girl.

The funny thing was, she was into it enough to not fight me off. I thought the position alone might turn her against it, but it seemed she was a lazy little lady and this was her favorite position. Since I doubt the male would have known how to deal with it, I guess his presence would hardly have mattered.

She still had her paws on either side of my head, so I opted to put my hands on the ground to stabilize myself before moving my hips. As it was, I had already managed to get myself cock deep inside her, which apparently was no bad thing. If she had any complaints, she wasn't voicing them.

Her fur was as luxurious as a snow leopard's, and her body was as plush as a pillow. I could feel the fine hairs tickling my bare belly as I moved across her compliant body. She seemed content to groom me while I went through the motions of mating with her. To be honest I would have been happier with her lack of participation altogether, but I was in no position to complain.

Truly her tunnel was wasted on the males. I was a member of the primate family who had the largest overall penis size as well as the largest per body mass. Her partner in the other room had probably one of the smallest per body mass, though I wasn't certain of that fact at the time. The real fact was; she knew that there was something inside her and there was no doubt that I had her attention.

As I gently worked her over, I had the humorous thought that this was my first real oriental girl. Yeah, yeah, I know, snow leopards were from over that way too, but I didn't think of them like that. These pandas were a well publicized gift from China, so that made the thought more prominent in my mind. I know it sounds a bit racist, but there you have it.

Sue me.

Her insides were remarkably pliant for an animal as sexually frigid as she supposedly was. I'm not trying to be derogatory, only stating that I had figured on needing to force my way inside a tight, unused hole. As it was, she was remarkably relaxed at my present intrusion. I never looked a gift horse in the mouth and therefore put my hips into overtime.

Imagine screwing an anatomically correct, life-sized teddy bear. That about summed up the experience. She was a lot like something you could have bought in the zoo gift shop, minus the body mass and slippery hole. And aside from the grooming she was giving me, I think I could have chalked this up as being a terrific experience. As it was, I still rated it a ten on its noteworthiness, but only a seven on sensuality. I really hated my ears being licked that much.

Imagine then my relief when she stopped. She let go of my head and just sort of stared at me with an odd look on her face. I knew she was used to having caretakers, but I knew sure as hell that none of them ever got to be this intimate with her. I think that perhaps she was bemused by the fact that her other humans never got this up close and personal with her.

I was only going to have this one time, so I hoped that she was going to find it memorable. I dug my toes into the floor and went to work. She kicked her legs a little, seemingly to do so at those times when I really pressed my weight home, driving in as far as I could. Like I said, I started this in a rather gentle manner, but when I realized that I wasn't going to damage her, I opened up the throttle.

While such devices where not really available back then, I still wish to this day that I had a film of the event. People these days talk about things "breaking" the internet. Well let me tell you, a video of a man fucking the hell out of a panda would be the thing to do it. I had her back legs rocking wildly with the force of my motion. Those blacked furred feet were flopping wildly, her claws scraping my thighs as she went sort of limp.

I was torn between getting the most out of the experience and finishing up quickly. I found a compromise and lasted about twenty minutes. The entire time I marveled at how an animal with such a reputation for being a prude could tolerate a human male as her sexual partner. In my later years, when I looked back on it, I decided it was because she associated herself more with the humans that with a male of her own kind. It happened a lot, and in some of the lesser species it was referred to as imprinting.

The fact was, I certainly made an impression on her. If you've never heard a panda, the sounds they make can be a little startling. She began making a noise that was a cross between a goat's bleat and a dog's yowl, and since her head was still hovering near my ears, it was deafening under the circumstances. I made the poor girl cry out right up until I was finished.

I blew my load into her far deeper than her normal partner could ever have hoped to do. I pumped it in with as much vigor as I thought she could handle, feeling my fluids leave my body to join with her own. If a male panda had the equipment I did, and the females were as receptive as this one was, I think the world would have been overrun with the adorable balls of fluff. Lord knows I would have had one in my zoo under these circumstances.

I fell onto her, suffering through another bought of ear cleaning as I gathered up the strength to pull out and leave. I wouldn't have been in a hurry if it weren't for her rasping tongue. I could have fallen asleep on that comfortable body, so I guess I should have thanked her instead of cursing her. The last thing I would have needed was waking up nude to the stares of my compatriots.

I gathered up everything I had taken into the enclosure and enticed her back into her cage with some more bamboo. Once she was secured, I went over to a cleaning area and hosed off. I had no idea if I smelled like panda or not, but there was no point in risking it. I toweled off, dressed in a pair of boxers and went to sleep on my cot.

In the morning she was acting quite frisky and playful, so much so that the staff thought they might have a shot at getting her and the male together. While they were discussing the possibilities, I put the keys back into the cabinet and stood in the shadows as they put the two animals together. She snubbed him and instead came over to the door leading to her cage. They finally let her in, were she sat on her butt and made her calling noises, much like she had during the night.

I think she was calling for me, but rather than find out, I stayed out of the way. If it was me she was after, I was afraid to make it known, for then everyone was going to wonder what I had done to deserve such rapturous attention. In the end, they made her return to the outside pen, where she still ignored the male for the rest of the day. The two growled and argued, but never once did they come together. I suppose that was my fault, but I didn't feel all that bad about it.

Over the intervening years I did feel bad that they never did have any offspring. I suppose I stole his one chance at glory. It certainly wasn't my intention to damage his relationship with his mate. Things just happened as they happened; there was no malice on my part. Still, if you were a pundit, you might say that in the end, he ended up bamboozled. Yeah, I know. Another pun. I'd apologize, but then why should I? The rest of the story is pretty much laid out in black and white...

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Here's a story that didn't take place in a zoo, nor a game park, nor in the wild. In fact, I'm sure you will never guess until after I tell you, at which point it will be moot.

One of my classmates from high school went on to be a geologist. He was a damn good one, and he made a ton of money working for the oil companies. At this time, there was exploration all over the world, but a lot of attention was centered on the Middle East. The place wasn't the bed of dissention it is today and Americans were looked upon with a kinder eye than they are in these modern times.

What does this have to do with me? A good question and one I was getting to. I received an invitation to spend two weeks in Saudi Arabia while he was investigating the rock structure under one of the areas being considered as a site for well. I figured it was as worthwhile a trip as any, so I told him yes. We met at the airport and flew across the Atlantic, then across southern Europe until we landed in Riyadh. This wasn't the first time I had been out of the country, but it was my first visit to the Middle East and I was pretty excited.

Instead of staying at a hotel, it turns out we were staying at the palace of one of the local emirs, which was something I had not been told about in advance. Needless to say, the place took my breath away. Our host, whose name will remain withheld out of deference to his hospitality, was a typical looking Arab, from his brown skin to his choice of traditional desert garb.

It turns out that for the entire stay, my friend was going to be out in the field while I was expected to provide a certain amount of entertainment to our host. I wasn't much of a conversationalist, and worse yet, I only spoke English. But it turns out his English was perfect, almost too perfect, for he had gone to school in England.

What I didn't know was that my choice as a traveling companion had slightly more meaning than just a random chance. Our host had his own menagerie, and one of his sons was going to college to learn veterinary science. Since he wouldn't graduate for a few more years, the sheik wanted some advice on his animals.

He had some beautiful creatures in his collection, and overall they were in tip top shape. I could go into what all he had in his collection, but there is little point. It was the two that weren't in the collection that are the focus of my present story. Their names were Nahna and Settiah.

The first time I saw them I have to admit it startled me. Walking through the marble lined corridors of this oasis in the desert, one doesn't expect to find two cheetahs walking them with you. I went into flight or fight mode, not knowing what the hell they were doing here. As it turns out, my host thought it would be funny not to tell me about them and see how I would react.

They both sauntered up to me and ran their heads under my sweaty palms. That was when I noticed the gold and diamond studded collars. Only a damn oil-rich Arab would have these guys as pets! Once my heartbeat dropped down to normal, I found them both to be adorable, friendly and very much attention-starved divas. I doubt they had a lot of visitors, though who could say? Maybe it was a great joke for him to scare the crap out of people.

They walked with me until I made it to the dining area, where my host was sitting in a chair reading the newspaper. "Ahhh, I see you've met my babies."

"Yes I did. I know people keep cats, but these are the biggest ones I think I've ever seen. What sort of litter box do they use?"

"They go where ever they like. I have a staff that cleans up after them."

I rolled my eyes. Money could buy you a lot of things, even someone's dignity. "Where do they sleep? You certainly don't allow them to roam loose at night do you?"

"Of course sahib, they come and go as they like. I have had them since they were very small, and they have full run of the house."

"I'm surprised they don't get bored. These cats love to hunt."

"And so they do! I take them out into the desert every few days to hunt down antelope. They are quite skilled at it."

I guess that put me into my place. Anyone with the money to have cheetahs with gold and diamond collars certainly had the time and money to go out into the local desert and take them hunting. I watched them as they took spots on either side of him and lounged on the floor.

I sat down and had a sumptuous breakfast served me. All the while the cheetahs just stared at me with idle curiosity. When I was done, my host asked if I wanted to see them hunt. What was I going to say?

"Sure! I'd love to!"

We climbed into a custom Range Rover with the girls in the back, and tore over the sands to an area that had game such as the Arabian Oryx and the Goitered Gazelle. The former was a bit large for just two cheetahs, but the smaller gazelle was just about perfect.

Watching them in action was marvelous. It's hard to imagine a land animal as fast as this, and their maneuverability was extraordinary. Luckily for them they brought down a gazelle early on, for I knew that they could easily overheat, and while the day wasn't particularly hot, it was still sunny and in the desert.

The gazelle was strapped to the roof and taken back to the compound where the sheik lived and given to the cook for preparation for the evening meal. The girls were set to wander the place as they normally did, apparently feeling quite satisfied with themselves over their kill. As the day progressed, they seemed to be following me around. I didn't know how to take that, as out in the desert they had taken no notice of me whatsoever.

At supper however, they sat on either side of my host, complete with plates of their own food. The wild game was prepared flawlessly, and I had to chide myself for enjoying an animal would have loved having in my zoo. Well, that and trying it out in a less deadly fashion too, but that goes without saying. I know some of you probably don't think highly of things like antelope, but they have as much grace and beauty as the cats that had hunted them.

After supper and over a surprise bottle of cognac (Muslims aren't supposed to drink) my host and I discussed the beautiful spotted animals.

"So Sahib, what do you think of my house cats?" The grin on his face was huge.

"I think that they're remarkable. I have a very friendly cat back at the zoo in the states, but she's a Snow Leopard. I didn't think that cheetahs would tame so easily."

"Easily? I don't know that I would say they are completely tame my friend. They can be very friendly and, how do I say this; very affectionate. "

"I see that," noting how attached they were to him.

He looked at me like he had more to say, but he merely sighed and poured me some more alcohol. We sipped from our glasses and discussed things like oil and money and animals. He was keenly interested in everything we had at our zoo, making mental notes for specimens that might be able to handle the heat of the Arabian Peninsula. We talked for hours until the sun was setting and it was time to hit the sack.

My room was a little miniature palace unto itself, complete with Persian rugs and draperies over the canopy bed. I had French doors that led to the outside, and with the advent of evening, it was perfect for letting in the cool breeze blowing off the desert. As the stars began to show themselves, I stepped out into the cooling air and felt a bit like Lawrence of Arabia as I looked out over the distant dunes.

I was only mildly startled when the pair of spotted beauties walked around the building and right up to me. They greeted me as they had the first time, by rubbing their heads under my hand. I worked my fingers into their scalps, eliciting a pair of surprisingly loud purrs. They stuck with me for a few minutes before turning and walking into my room.

I wasn't expecting to be sharing my quarters, and definitely not with a pair of cheetahs. Now perhaps you think I should have been making assumptions right then, but trust me, I was making none. I didn't know these animals from Adam, so to speak. While they had proven to be rather tame so far, I knew that you never, ever took animal behavior for granted.

I watched them stroll into the room and begin sniffing my stuff. My luggage likely smelled very intriguing for having been stored at the zoo. Malkia had even slept in it once, following the rule of it I fits I sits. So I think these girls were sniffing it and thinking what a whore I was.

The next moment they leaped onto my bed and spread out like they owned it. Heck, for all I knew they might very well use this room when human guests were absent. I shook my head and stepped back into the room.

"Look you two, you may own this place when no one else is here, but tonight this is where I sleep."

One of them (I hadn't distinguished between them yet) yawned, showing a mouth full of teeth. She then started to lick her paw, moving up to her belly and then down to her crotch. As she did her privates, her rear leg jerked a little in time to her cleaning. When she stopped, she looked up and stared at me. I swear she was offering an invitation.

I then had to wonder if her owner utilized her in such a manner. Thinking back on it, he did sort of trail off on his explanation of how "friendly" they were. I assessed her size, and figured her at weighing somewhere around 1a hundred and twenty pounds. I figured she might be able to handle a human cock. The difficulty was; what if I was making a bad assumption?

I guess I'd find out. I doubt too many guests knew about this little quirk, but then maybe they did. Screwing a woman was old hat to these guys with their harems and multiple wives.

I undressed, noting that my every movement was followed by both of them. The first one returned to licking herself, seemingly engrossed in the feeling. The other jumped down and curled around me, sniffing me as if I might have changed flavor between the outside and now.

It seemed pretty clear that they were interested in something. So was I, I can tell you and it was growing more obvious by the second. The one in front of me gave me a few licks that finished the job right up. I don't think I've ever been stiffer.

I climbed up on the bed and the girl up there rolled on her side. My heart was still racing, both from the excitement of what I was attempting to do, and mirrored by the fear I was having if this matter went south. I took a finger and played with her a little, finding her very wet from the recent licking. My finger probed between those tight furry lips and straight into a slice of pink, glistening heaven.

Not certain how to attempt this, as it seemed it was going to happen, I allowed her to remain on her side. I flipped her tail to the side and hoisted her rear up a little. I dropped on her and applied the head of my cock to her hole and pushed. She pulled her head up as I was pushing, but once I got halfway in, she dropped it back down and shifted on the sheets until she was comfortable.

I propped myself up over her, pulling myself forward until I was buried in to the hilt. She rumbled deep inside as I worked it in and out a little, testing the waters. She seemed quite pleased by the whole thing. I hadn't felt anything like this in a little while and it reminded me why I loved the felines so much. They were so damn tight you wanted to scream!

The other one jumped up on the bed and sniffed my ass for a few seconds before dropping down beside her sister. I hoped she was simply waiting her turn, because there was no way I could hold myself in this position and not support my weight with my hands. But it got me thinking that this would be a little easier if she were at least on her paws, in a crouch position.

I gently worked at her until she seemed to get the idea of what I wanted. She turned and got on her stomach, all without dislodging me. I moved to my knees and suddenly this was so much better. Having a free hand, I reached down and began diddling her sister, who went into the convulsion of writhing until she was on her back. My finger poked in all the way as I curved it and rubbed away at her insides.

My other hand I had on the first one's back, using it to hold me steady as I made headway into those narrow feline depths. If you ever have a chance at doing a big cat, take it and damn the risk. There is nothing quite like the sensation of having your cock in a cunt that is barely big enough to contain it. It's almost sinful, that feeling, as those tissues are wrapped around your cock like an undersized condom.

Her sister was purring just from the fingering I was giving her, and I had to chuckle to myself that this was the very first time I had been tag teamed by animals. As it was, the one I was presently screwing was hunkered down on the bed and pushing against me with remarkable strength. While the entire bed was moving under my enthusiastic motion, she herself remained locked into the mattress with all her might.

I kept this up just as we were for a good ten minutes, but I could feel that my time was drawing to a close, so I pulled my finger out of the one and gripped the other with both hands as I delivered the coup de grace. I let loose on her with a finale of long, deep and yet remarkable fast thrusts that threatened to turn her cunt inside out.

I blew out my balls in her, and I never wanted the feeling to stop. I don't think she did either. I continued to pound away on her for another five minutes until I just could keep stiff enough to stay inside. My only choice was either to stay pressed against her or risk slipping out. I stayed that way until nature dictated otherwise and I finally fell out. She jerked her head up and gave me a reproachful look. I didn't even know felines could do that, but then again I had apparently never disappointed one before, and of course, I had never owned a domestic cat. I hear that they give such looks on a regular basis.

I dropped to the bed, forcing myself between them. They moved a little, giving me some room. That put me between two purring felines, and in no time flat, they had spooned themselves front and back of me. I put my arm around the one, feeling her purring rumbling through her chest wall. She was one happy kitty from the sounds of it.

I fell asleep for a few hours, only to awaken to the feeling of extreme warmth. While the breeze coming through the still open door was pleasant, having two overly warm bodies hemming you in was a little cloying. I got up, much to their chagrin, stepped out onto the patio and took a leak into the sand. I stood there for a moment feeling the breeze before returning to bed. They were both sitting up and staring at me.

The short rest had done me some good, and thinking that I could tap the other was foremost in my mind. I climbed in, watching as they both rolled onto their backs. I sat in between them and rubbed their bellies, nearly finding myself laughing at how catlike they were.

Domestic cat smart ass; I'm well aware they were cats.

The one that had not yet received my special treatment, the one presently on my right; her I started by fingering her again, to see if she was still in the mood. A little thing like a couple of hours and a little nap improved it, if it did anything at all. However, since there were two of them, and they were presently in identical positions on either side of me, I opted to see if I could get them off digitally.

No, not "digital" as in electronics you dolt, digit as in finger. I stuck my middle fingers into both of them and worked away. Trust me, I would have rather simply nailed the one who had thus far missed out, but I have to say that this was pretty erotic. I was finger fucking them for all I was worth and they were totally into it. I could only wonder what their owner and master had taught them. This was nothing like normal behavior for this species, not in any definition of the term I knew of.

After working them over for maybe five or six minutes, I decided that it was time to pounce on the predator again. Having her on her back made for easy access, but it still had to contend with those claws. Recall it you will that cheetahs are the only cats that don't have retractable claws.

My solution? I grabbed my socks and pulled them over her back legs. It wasn't perfect, but it had to help.

I grabbed my cock and lined it up, and like her sister, I managed to get in without too much difficulty. This time I allowed the weight of my lower half to drive me in while I supported my weight on my hands. This kept me from crushing her with my full weight. After that, it was pure bliss.

True, I did have to deal with kicking legs, but the socks worked pretty well, even if they did give the outré situation an air of the ridiculousness to it. This time around I really took my time, plunging in deeply before pulling back. The rumbling from within her increased until the whole room vibrated with it. Her sister meanwhile gave us a dirty look and slipped off the bed and onto the floor, where she curled up and went to sleep.

I eventually got brave enough to drop down to my elbows, so that I was pressing firmly, yet lightly against her lithe form. This position kept her legs spread so that her erratic kicking generally missed my skin.

I really got into it this time around, for the first time I was still a little cautious. Now I was both relaxed and excited. As it was, her tail was lashing away behind me while I plugged away on her hole. I soon had her body moving in time with mine as I slammed away on that tight little feline pussy. I eventually moved to simply pressing against her hole and driving my whole body against hers, wanting nothing more than to be in as deeply as I could. And let me tell you, I was.

I think I could have broken her pelvis with the force of my thrusts. I doubt the old girl had ever been worked over to such an extent before in her life. If not for the fact that we were on a mattress, I think my energetic pounding might have left her limping by the time I was finished. Despite a cheetah's weight, I think that my superior mass would have eventually done her in.

Taking that into consideration I lifted up and sat erect on my knees. She was lying there limply, content I think in allowing me to do what I wanted. I could have gone for that, but seeing as she was a willing partner, I wondered if I couldn't get things a little more interesting. To that end, I reached down and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to me.

One hundred and twenty ponds of limp feline wasn't an easy thing to manhandle. She stiffened up when she figured out something was up. That helped as I hugged her close. She dropped her back legs on either side of me and as her front legs contacted my shoulders she grabbed a hold. I winced a little as her claws dug into me, but I knew that I was going to be in for a little pain.

She dropped her head against my neck and nuzzled me. So far so good. I got my hands under her ass and used my arms to lift and drop her in a nice slow rhythm. It was right then that I decided I wanted to have cheetahs for my zoo back home. I don't know what my host had done to get these girls to be so social, but I knew I had to ask him come morning.

Her purring just about broke my eardrums it was so fierce. I nearly broke her backside with the intensity of my love making. I was slamming that slender feline form over my cock like I had never blow a wad in my life. It was a good thirty minutes later, and the sweat was pouring off me like a waterfall as I let lose again. I actually let out a cry as my cum crashed through my urethra and was injected deep inside this wonderful feline.

At the same time I overbalanced and fell forward. She didn't seem to mind one bit, thought our noise had awoken her sister, who jumped up to investigate the problem. Finding nothing wrong, she curled up next to us and fell back asleep. I fell asleep to, for a little while, until my partner apparently felt we should disconnect. I pulled out and dropped to the side. We were all back asleep in the matter of a few minutes.

In the morning I was awakened by them climbing off the bed and sauntering out the door. The sun was rising and I figured I had better get washed up and presentable before breakfast. When I got to the dining room the girls were there ahead of me, sitting on either side of my host. He smiled hugely. "Good morning sahib. I hope you had a good night!"

"It was memorable, if that's what you're asking. "

"I see. I never know how my guests will take to having a pair of cheetahs prowling the premises. Some of them find it disconcerting."

"I found their presence to be...refreshing."

His smile was huge. "Good! Good! They are very good girls, and they lack the things I tend to hate in typical females"

I was almost afraid to ask. "And that would be?"

He smiled. "They don't talk and they take care of themselves, by and large. I don't have to do more than feed them, and even then, they are more than capable of fending for themselves as you have seen. And when it comes to bedtime, well, I think we will not discuss that. Some things should remain private, don't you agree?"

"I do indeed. But I must know; how did you get them to be so...amiable?"

He shrugged. "I did nothing. I have raised them in my household, and they are as you see them. I never expected to ever share my bed with them, but for some reason they have quite the sexual appetites. I do not over extend myself, for I don't want to lose their favor."

I cleared my throat. "I don't think that's possible. After last night, I don't think they have much in the way of limits."

He raised his eyebrows. "Is that so? Then perhaps you should tell me all about it. And for that matter, how you even figured out that they were willing bed partners. Most men would have never given it a second thought."

I sucked in a breath. "Well, I'm not sure I should tell you."

He laughed. "Do as you wish my friend. Allah must have great patience with us, for my brethren are known for embracing every from goats to camels."

I had to wonder about the camels, considering they were pretty tall and they mated in the kush position. "Are you telling me that you wouldn't judge me for my previous experiences?"

"On my word, I would not. I would be most curious to know how a man of your education and position finds other creatures to be in comparison to his fellow females."

I sniggered. "I can tell you about other animals, but not much about my own species."

"Then you are a man after my own heart. I think we will have much to talk about."

And it turns out, we did. I have never before, nor ever after, had someone I could freely discuss my unique ways with. It was a load off my mind to finally tell someone about my experiences. In the end, he was jealous of me I think. And me? I grew quite attached to those two girls, and leaving was pretty tough. But I did, only a week later than I expected. Turns out that the geology wasn't cooperating with my friend's investigation, delaying his work. I suppose I could have flown back alone, but why would I? I had no reason to rush back, even if it did put the zoo in a bind. After all, I hardly used my vacation as it was. I was thinking that maybe that should change in the future.

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acation.

It's a word I've rarely mentioned before. You know, I just wasn't into things like Las Vegas or Virginia Beach. I was honestly more into things like; well, like zoos and parks and such. The farther I went into life, the more I found that humans were a bit less human than a lot of the animals I cared for. If that doesn't make sense, think of it this way; the animals were true to themselves and their nature. Humans tended to be jerks in some pretty amazing ways.

One summer I took a month off. The bosses bitched about it, but I assured them that the staff could handle the day-to-day operations just fine, and since I had already lined up a replacement for myself while I was to be gone I knew I wasn't leaving them in a lurch. They were still unhappy, and it didn't make things any better when I told them I was going to Canada.

Why Canada?

Why not?

Back in those days the border to Canada was open with the USA, and driving across it was as simple as finding a road that crossed from one side to the other. My trip was on account of me answering a call for volunteers at a park in Alberta needing some assistance with the reintroduction of wolves into the wild. I had never worked with wolves and was curious about them. Ok, I'm talking about Timber Wolves, or as they are variously called, the Mackenzie Valley wolf or the Northwestern Wolf. I realize that I had already worked with the Maned Wolf in a manner most amorous.

Timber wolves were a lot larger than their South American cousins, and this type was probably the biggest of the entire wolf clan. I couldn't wait to get up close and personal, and while I know what you're thinking, I wasn't planning on making any assumptions as to how that aspect was going to go. After all, they weren't my wolves. I was there to assist with their care and eventual release into the wild.

I had sent in my application to work with them early on, and was quick to receive a reply. That was why I had insisted on taking off. I already had a slot in the group and I intended to take it.

I took a plane to Calgary and from there took a rental car to Banff National Park. Why am I telling you where I went? Because at this point it hardly matters. There were a good fifteen volunteers there, so picking me out of the group at this point would be nearly impossible.

They were going to introduce the wolves pack into the park, much like they did in Yellowstone. It was a great idea, and the benefits at Yellowstone have become glaringly apparent in recent years. You simply can't remove a component predator from the ecosystem and expect there to be no ill effects. Man had nearly wiped them out, and in the end, could have destroyed everything he thought he was saving.

I remember reading Teddy Roosevelt's essay on them. It's amazing to think of how much wanton destruction man had caused during the 1800s; all the bison and wolves that fell under their guns. It was simply disgusting. There was a bounty on their heads; one on the bison to make it harder on the natives, and on the wolves because they attacked livestock. Brash stupidity seems to only come with intelligence. Man therefore is cursed.

Banff had their newly obtained wolves in separate enclosures. The idea was to keep them from forming a hierarchy before they got into the wild. As it was, several of the group came from hand raised pups. One of them eventually went on to be the alpha female. Her name was Honiahaka, though everyone just called her Honey.

She was obviously a hand raised wolf, for she showed no fear of humans. If someone would have told me then that she would end up being the top canine of the pack, I would never have believed them. As it was, I got to work with her almost exclusively. There was a reason for that. In fact, I'll tell you right now that I made an impression on everyone when I ended up opting to sleep out in the elements with her.

As it was, it was summer, so even where we were that far north, it was plenty warm. I had packed camping equipment with the full intention of enjoying the great outdoors. I just didn't realize that I would eventually be doing it inside one of the enclosures.

The first day there was full of routine introductions and what-have-you, you know; the basic crap. My fellows in this project were from all over Canada and the USA, from zoos and sanctuaries and in one case, a university. We ranged in experience from thirty four years down to just three. But together we made quite the group.

I probably had the most experience with direct animal care, though as I think I've said before, not with wolves. Zoo managers still sort of thought of them as big dogs and hardly worth putting on display for the public. It was a lousy outlook on the species, but there was only so much I could do. It took another fifteen years before the species really started to make a full comeback. We came pretty close to losing a remarkable canine.

Anyway, getting on with the story...

From day one I opted to sleep outside. There was a mild amount of fuss made over my choice. The fact was, the lodge at the park had us sleeping five to a room, and to be honest, I wasn't in the mood to listen to everyone's personal stories. Call me antisocial, because maybe I was. I was all willing to talk shop, but I didn't care about their personal lives, and I certainly wasn't into discussing mine.

I stayed there the first night, but after that, rain or moon glow, I slept under the stars. I guess I had gotten a little soured on human kind, but even more importantly, I came out here to experience nature. Sleeping in a bed within four walls was something I could do at home.

Honey and I made our acquaintance early on. While many of the wolves there were properly standoffish, she was much like a big Siberian Husky. She was over by the fence looking for loving, and I have no doubt, a treat or two. Luckily for her, I had come equipped with beef jerky and we quickly became friends. Of course, I told no one else. No point in disillusioning them to the reason she was so amiable.

Honey and I became fast friends, right down to me spending the nights in her pen. The park officials were against it, but as I told them, the waver I signed said I was under my own recognizance while I was helping at the park, and therefore, unless they decided that my presence in the pen was detrimental to the she-wolf, then there was little they could do about it.

Yeah, I pissed a few people off. It didn't last.

Honey and I spent the nights together, and before you ask, no, nothing happened, at least not right away. In fact, if nothing had happened sexually I would have been quite content. This was an experience to remember for it wasn't often I got to be one with the animals in the wild, even if she was currently penned up. It was in the middle of the wilderness, and that was closer than I usually got. After my years inside the confines of a zoo, I was a little stir crazy.

The wolves were all fit and healthy, which was no surprise. I would never remark that the Canadians didn't know their stuff. The problem was going to be in mixing them together in manner to keep tensions down. I wasn't certain that was possible. After all, they were from different areas and as such, there was going to be some friction, just like there was in our human group. It's the nature of the beast.

My first week was spent outside of the pens, as I was no fool. I had a small tent, a sleeping bag, cooking gear; the whole darn thing. By damned if I wasn't going to be roughing it while I was here. Sleeping was a bit tough, considering how active they were at night. There wasn't a whole lot of your usually depicted nighttime howling, but they did yip and bark and growl. It didn't bother me at all. To me, it was music to my ears.

I sat up late listening to them, all the while staring up at the clear night sky. My god, how the stars shone! Living in a city, albeit in zoo, there were always lights on, dimming what you could see of the sky. Out here, there was nothing, not even from the lodge, because the lodge was three miles distant. Yep, that's right folks; I was really out here on my own. I have never counted so many stars. I think I even spotted a satellite or two.

Still, my greatest interest was here on the ground, and not far from me. That was why, after being out in the wild for a few days, I decided to climb the fence with my sleeping bag and she what she would do.

Now mind you, it wasn't really a foolhardy thing to do. I had spent some time with her already. Like I said, she was an obvious hand raised wolf, for she acted more like a dog than a wild carnivore. She loved to play, and she especially loved to tussle. While she tended to use her teeth to tug and pull at my clothing, never once did she bite or even accidentally break the skin.

Sleeping with her was a trip, for she would often pace the inside of the fence perimeter. I felt bad for her, knowing that eventually she would be released and maybe then wish she had some solid boundaries to deal with. She was going to go from a few square yards to hundreds of square miles in a few weeks time. After they were all released, it would be up to them to fend for themselves.

I was unsure she was ready for this, and to this end, did something that very nearly could have gotten me kicked out. I let her go.

Hey! I'm not an idiot. I knew I was taking a chance, but I felt she needed a little experience before getting set free. So here's what I did. First off, all canines love meat. I figured she wouldn't go far from me since I had a pocket filled with jerky. Secondly, where would she go? She was going to be free in a little while anyway, so what difference did upping the timetable make?

We went on an excursion the first night, looking to scare up some game. We found a few rabbits, but she seemed to be confused at what she was supposed to do with them. That didn't bode well for her or the rest of them if they had no idea how to hunt.

The second night out (for you see, she stayed with me) we were a little more successful. This time I flushed a hare out from under a bush and it ran straight towards her. She grabbed it, but not knowing what else to do with it, she let it escape. It was at least a start.

During these times she was still pretty playful, and she preferred to romp more than to hunt. As the moon reaching its fullest phase, the nighttime was lit up with an eerily luminescent glow. I don't know if you have any idea what I'm talking about, but it's when the moonlight is so brilliant you can read by it. You could see right down into the valley below.

And what did I see? A herd of deer. I figured they would be a little big for her to tackle alone, but she noticed them with a keen interest. Since it was a prey animal the pack would be looking to take down, I let her investigate them. When she took off after them, I was slightly surprised, and when she almost took one down, I nearly cheered.

She came trotting back, head held high, and with it her tail as well. I thought it was just a bit of canine pride. It turns out it was a little more than that. I had assumed the restlessness in the males was just because they were caged up. It hadn't dawned on me until that moment that a female might be in heat. Funny that it happened to be the one I was presently working with. I had to thank dumb luck for being on my side.

I pride myself on being able to ascertain when a female is in heat, but I was so wrapped up in the whole outdoor experience that I hadn't really been paying attention to her backend. Apparently my nose wasn't nearly as sensitive as the other males out her, but that goes without saying. It made the past few evening's ruckus a little more understandable.

That thought got me pretty excited, because here we were out in the middle of nowhere. That meant that I could relax and not worry about anyone discovering us. There was to be no sneaking up on me unless someone walked in the moonlight to where we were, because headlights would show up on the road well before anyone made it to the site.

I stripped down to nothing and sat down on the grass. I doubt that she got any ideas from the removal of my clothing. She was in the mood for playing, and I sort of think that this might have been her first heat, and therefore she didn't know quite how to deal with it. Luckily for her I did.

We tussled around on the grass for a while, for as I've said before she acted a bit too doglike to suit me. Not in her looks mind you, which were exquisite and a perfect paradigm of the wolf breed. She had that perfect mix of black, gray and browns. Her eyes were golden, and they reflected back the moonlight like miniature mirrors. No, I was referring to her desire to please. She was going to have to outgrow that or she was never going to survive, pack or no pack. But for the moment, I pushed aside those thoughts for something more immediate.

We rolled around and wrestled, giving the others a bit of a show. The males were definitely fidgety while we were horsing around. I knew that she had to be in heat, or else they wouldn't be reacting so strongly. For her part, she seemed oblivious to anything else but her and I. So at one point when I tackled her and pinned her to the ground, I slipped my finger under her lovely tail. She froze as my questing finger found a hole dripping with lubrication. My cock went rigid in record time.

She was on her back, and it was as perfect a position as we were going to have. I left my finger inside her and played around, rubbing her walls with a firm touch. With my other hand I stroked her fur in an effort not to have her freak out on me. She seemed more like the opposite. She was holding still as I rubbed her belly with one hand and tested the waters with the other. She was dripping in no time.

Having tackled smaller subjects than her, I knew there was going to be no difficulty in poking into that lupine love hole. Since she was being so cooperative, I didn't waste any time. I got up on my knees, pulled her legs forward and placed the head of my cock against her puffy lips. I grabbed her front paws and pulled her towards me as I leaned in. I slipped in like a hot knife through butter and was engulfed by a raging heat. This girl was hot and bothered!

I kept my grip on her front paws and used them as leverage for going at it. She was suddenly very still as I pressed my crotch against hers with the full weight of my body. I could feel her stretch open as her lips became a tight ring around the base of my cock. Her fur was a fuzzy tickle against my bare skin, and her insides were a hot, enveloping paradise. I was immediately in lust. I knew what I was going to be doing every night until it was either time to let her free, or until the estrus wore off. Either way I was going to be draining my nuts on a nightly basis.

I worked away on her with as much energy as I could muster, for we had been cavorting about already this evening. As it was, the aroma of her once untapped cunt was driving the other males in the vicinity absolutely nuts. I could see a few unsheathed cocks poking out from underneath their bellies. The boys wanted in on the action! Too bad for them. There was chain link between them and us, so she was all mine.

After a little while, I rolled her onto her side and repositioned myself, careful not to pinch her tail under my knee. As I worked her over, I took my left hand and using a little lube that had splattered on the outside, rubbed across her ass until it loosened up. My thumb went in right to the knuckle. I felt her shudder as it did. A smile spread across my face. I was going to be breaking this virgin in on both holes tonight!

Ignoring the fuss from the pens, I went to work with a vengeance. Here I was out in the bright moonlit night, screwing a beautiful wolf to the sounds of her future pack mates voicing their dislike of a human getting the first mating with their future leader. It was music to my ears, and her cunt was pleasure beyond compare. I had a feeling I was going to be dead tired come morning.

Honey was well over a hundred pounds and more than capable of handling me. I figured I was good for both holes, though how long I was going to be using each was only going to be answered once I was done. I continued to work her over; cock in cunt and a thumb up the rear. I could feel her body quiver with the overload of sensations running through it. I think she was as turned on as I was.

After a good fifteen minutes of plugging away on that fine hole, I pulled out and took a shot at the one above it. She whipped her head up when I vacated her hole, watching me as if to ask if that was all there was going to be. I pressed against her ass and wiggled my cock in. She stiffened for a moment and then dropped her head back down. I pressed it in until I was up to the hilt. Damn, but if this hole wasn't nearly as sensational as the other I don't know what was.

I went at it, and she reacted by having one of her legs twitching in time to my pounding. I thought maybe it was just from the force of my thrusts, but when I slowed them to a measured pace, her twitching continued. My cock got a little harder at the thought that she was into anal. That meant I was going to be tapping out both of her holes until my cock gave up the ghost. I prayed that wasn't until the very last day.

I slid my other thumb where my cock had just been, and while the position was still a little cramped as before, it worked out just fine. She was off the deep end as I slid in an out of her ass like a piston. Now you may question whether I'm telling the truth, but you'd be surprised how many animals found the back door to be nearly as much fun as the front. Equines especially seemed to savor having both holes plugged now and again. Trust me, she was totally into it.

I fucked her until I couldn't hold back anymore. I had a grip on her tail and her leg; all the while I was rocking her world with as much force as I thought she could handle. I let loose inside her and spilled forth with as much strength as a true male wolf. I was only missing a knot.

Oh, what I wouldn't have given to be locked up tight inside her!

I stayed in as long as I could, but after a few minutes the issue was forced and I dropped to the grass beside her. She went into a fury of licking; to my face though and not to herself. I rolled on my back and she was immediately on top of me, avidly showing her appreciation for this new game. I would have figured she would have been licking her ass, which I assumed might be a bit raw, but she was having none of it. In fact, she moved from my face to my crotch, sniffing and lapping like it was some great delicacy.

It was a little much to take after just having blown a wad, but I bit my tongue and let her go at it. As it turns out, she licked me hard in five minutes flat. I wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't happened to me. Then again, I was really into this girl, and I think that helped. I finally pushed her away and got up on my knees.

It took a moment to get her arranged, but she got the idea and held still as I maneuvered behind her. I plunged back into her cunt with nary a touch of friction and slammed it in deep. I felt her go rigid as I did so, and knew she was ready for the long haul. I was thankful for the soft soil and grass under my knees, for that wasn't always the case. Then again, they had toughened up over time so maybe it was compromise.

I grabbed her hips and went to town on her hole again, determined to dump a load into there as well. I would have been a little leery of poking back in after being in her ass; a matter of cleanliness and all, but she had licked me plenty clean in her enthusiasm. So without reservation I went forth to show her how it was done.

The males were still pacing and growling, but since there wasn't a damn thing they could do, I was content to listen to their grumblings. In a few weeks they would have their turn. For now, it was mine. With any luck, I might just ruin their chances, though that was a mean-spirited thought. After all, the idea was to release them into the wild and have them repopulate the species. That was the long term goal. My sights were set a little more in the here and now.

I screwed Honey until she tightened up like a Chinese finger trap. I was soon forcing myself in, not for lack of lubrication, but because her cunt was slowly constricting, fitting ever more tightly around my head and shaft. I had to slow down, which I was of mixed minds about. Part of me wanted to savor the feeling, and the other part wanted to slam on her until my muscles gave out. The first was the only option. I took it of course.

It made for a long night indeed. I was to the point where I literally had to force my way inside, and because it was getting to be so tight, I often simply pushed in and concentrated on the feeling of warmth and tightness surrounding my cock. It was a pulsing tube of pleasure, that's what it was, and I had to wonder how she could ever take a knot when she was shrinking around me like she was. Truthfully, it wasn't going to be my problem, but I guess that when the time came, the lucky male was going to be stuck for a lot longer than he may have bargained for.

I certainly was. Each pull out was measured, for if I slipped all the way out, there was a real chance I wasn't going to get back in. Therefore, when the flared edge of my head reached her pelvic bone I stopped, and with care and a fair amount of pressure, I pushed it back in. I did this for an hour. I didn't know about her, but I was tiring, and I was feeling just a little raw. But if she was feeling any of those things she was keeping it to herself. She was sitting still, her forefeet extended, and her head and shoulders low. It was a stable position and probably one that allowed her to expend much less energy staying still than I was banging away on her backside. I didn't begrudge her one bit.

In the end, I quit moving and instead slammed her into me. It worked wonderfully, and as a matter of fact, it was ideal. I still couldn't go too fast, but I could really get in deep this way, and she was shaking like a leaf by the time I finally came. I blew a painfully constricted load straight into her cub-maker with extreme prejudice. I was pressed up against her cervix so I'm not exaggerating one bit.

This time I held on so tightly against her that I never fell out. I was fairly exhausted, but I really didn't want to leave the confines of that sweet little hole. As it was, I finally knew I had to and I pulled out, but not without a sigh from me, and a little look of reproach from her. I got dressed in my boxers and climbed into my sleeping bag. Come the next morning, she was snuggled up with me on the outside. I shared some jerky from my pouch before I returned to my tent and got dressed. I had to look presentable when everyone else got there.

I was feeling pretty euphoric. I hadn't considered that I would ever being checking such a majestic creature as the wolf off of my list. Like I said before, sure I had done some Maned Wolves, and while they were smaller and a little odder in appearance, there was something deeply religious about this experience. I was out here in her land, and under her sky, and under her tail... And it was wonderful.

There were plenty more nights, let me tell you, but I will not bother with them right now. Eventually, we did release them into the wild, but I'll save that tale for later, in case you're interested. After all, there were still around two weeks left, and I made good use of every night of every one of them. But for now, I think I'll cut the story here before it gets to be too long. And if you'd like to hear more, I'm sure I can be persuaded to kiss and tell. 

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Ah, the season of giving.

Bah Humbug.

I wasn't a Scrooge, but I never did get into the holiday spirit; except for one particular year. I guess it was just a matter of being too busy. I liked my work, but it left little time for human contact. Besides, from what I saw of people, I decided to stick with the animals.

As you can imagine, I hardly ever had much of a Christmas celebration. I do have family, and I did tend to take a couple of days off to go visit them, which was a pleasant enough time, but overall the holiday for me was more a zoo-wide celebration than anything else. Nowadays there seems to be a competition among them to outdo each other with thousands of lights festooning the trees and bushes, but back in my day it was much simpler. You had some decorations made in Taiwan, some wreathes and ribbons, and in our case, a Santa, some cheesy elves, and reindeer.

Yes, I'm talking real reindeer.

That was my little twist on the holiday spirit. I figured most kids didn't even know what a reindeer, or a caribou if you will, even looked like. The managers wouldn't spring the money to have them as a permanent exhibit, which was fine, because I didn't necessarily want to have them year round. But since they were hardy in the cold, I figured they would do fine in the petting zoo area until after Christmas was over.

I found a farm that raised them, and we signed a "rental" deal for six weeks. The guy trucked in six of them, and once he was satisfied that we had everything they needed, he left again, set to return in a month and a half.

Now here is your sixty four thousand dollar question. Guess when reindeer go into heat. Go on, guess. October and November. It was at the tail end of the rut season, but I have an affinity for tail ends.

There was one male and five females. I like those odds. The breeder questioned that I even bothered with a male this time of year, but I told him that I wanted the kids to see the difference between the sexes. For one thing, reindeer are the only cervine species where the females have antlers. The males lose theirs over the winter, but the females retain their set until spring.

They were a beautiful little herd of the northernmost of all the deer species. It was the first I had ever been up close and personal with them. It wasn't a species they discussed in vet school to any degree, for why would they? This gentle herbivore was found primarily around the Arctic Circle. None of us had ever shown any inclination to move that far north. That's what Canadians and Alaskans went to vet school for.

The plan was to have at least one reindeer out with our Santa character, so that kids could ask for their loot and then pet the deer. Each one had a halter/harness assembly with the prerequisite sleigh bells on it. The reins were tied to a post and we went through all the animals in order to avoid getting any of them too irritated by all of the commotion. It worked out very well over the whole course of the yuletide season.

I got up close and personal right off the bat. While I wasn't in any way blue-balled, I was curious about them, and in particular I knew that I only had limited time before they would go back to their farm. That meant that I had to get in my fun before Christmas. I made sure that wouldn't be a problem.

When that first weekend came, after we got the little beauties that is, I was plenty prepared to tackle the task before me. I had to wait until closing of course, but I wasted no time. It was chilly outside, but not really cold. Like I said, we never got a ton of winter weather where we were, and I was alright with that. A little snow on the ground was fine, but blizzards like we had back in seventy-eight could stay farther up north for all I cared.

I got into the pen after dark, because after all, it was heading towards winter. It got dark quicker now. The pen had stalls, normally used by the regular deer and goats during the warmer months. As the stalls had heat lamps, there was more than enough light for me to see by. In fact, one might almost call it romantic. On the other hand, it tended to bring to mind the whole concept of the red-light district. Take it as you want to take it.

The animals were all friendly, having been raised with humans their entire lives. The purpose of the place, much to the chagrin of some of you readers, was to sell them off for meat. Even back in this day and age, some people were health food nuts and tended to shy away from commercially raised meat. I'm sure you've heard of people like Euell Gibbons, and...

What? You've never heard of him?

Grapenuts?

No? Oh, go look it up. I don't have time to give you a history lesson.

The point being, these animals would eventually end up on the chopping block. That saddened me, but I wasn't one to dwell on things I had no control over. They would see a little action before that day came, and right up to the point when I did. I figured I had time to go through all of them, even the male. I was sure his ass could handle me, even if it took a little stretching beforehand.

I started with the one we designated as Donner. Why not a girl name? Well, think about what I already told you. You see, all of Santa's reindeer have antlers, and only the females keep them over the winter; therefore all of Santa's reindeer are female. On top of that, there was a good chance they were all pregnant at the time too.

Duh.

Biology lesson done for the day. Time to move on.

Donner was in stall number three. I brought along the harness and hooked her up, not out of some perverse need to ruin your visualization of Christmas, but because it was a handy way of keeping her under control. It was a good thing that no one was around, because one I got going, those bells were going to be ringing off the hook.

I got the stupid contraption on and hooked up without too much trouble, though I would never be a professional horse rider for as long as it took me. The worst part was that these guys weren't near the size of a horse so it should have been easy. The jingling was almost enough to get me in the Christmas mood, but the foreknowledge that I was going to be nailing a reindeer had already done it. It was definitely going to be "ho ho ho" and "to and fro"; there just wasn't going to be any reindeer paws on the roof. We were staying right here on the ground.

Getting inside her wasn't a problem, though like anything this size, she was plenty tight. We had Whitetail Deer in the children's zoo section, so I knew I was going to fit. Oh, hadn't I mentioned that before? Well, that'll have to wait for another time. It's not like deer weren't fairly common in the world. I'm sure sex with them was fairly common in the suburbs and the wild, wooded places where men and animals could have fun without irking the neighbors. But that was there and this was here.

Donner was blissfully warm, and she didn't seem to mind the intrusion into her personal space. I tied her off to a post and grabbed the leather straps that encircled her abdomen. I was definitely getting coal in my stocking this year but it was a small price to pay, trust me!

I poked into her slippery hole until I was pressed up close and personal. Her white tail was flipped up and lying against my belly as my front made contact with her rear. She was a solid two hundred pounds, so she was plenty steady on her four hooves. I gave a few exploratory lunges, finding her damp and well lubed, just as I expected.

Despite the slickness of her insides, she was still tight and that made for some wonderful friction. She had a solid backside, and while my intrusion sparked a flow of additional slipperiness, in the minutes leading up to it, I literally had to take only slow measured thrusts so as to not hurt her. Once her body kicked figured out what was up, it was all fun and games.

While I wasn't constructed like a deer, I think I had sufficient size to get her attention. The way she arched her head back on her neck and the characteristic lowing sound she made spoke volumes. Heck, I was even getting the attention of the male, who was residing in his own pen to avoid him causing a ruckus and scandalizing the kids. He was pawing the ground and grunting.

All I could do was think "too bad" and keep on with what I was doing. As it was, there was a faint jingling carrying through the chill air as the sleigh bells were gently jostled into action. This was going to be one yuletide season I was going to remember!

I pounded her venison hindquarters until she had a well tenderized rump. Even as I was plowing in her, I was thinking of her sisters, and even to the sole male. I had broadened my horizons by this time, and I knew his ass was likely as good a candidate for a good reaming as were the girl's holes. I figured I save him for last. There certainly was no rush on this holiday package.

Lord knows how long I was out there with Donner. I got goose flesh; not so much from the cool air but from the sweat that eventually beaded up on my brow and ran down my back. I was working away on her with the force of a steam engine, an analogy that was apt considering I was blowing little puffs of condensation into the air with each breath. The fact was she was wonderfully compliant and as it seemed to me, more than a little into it. That boded well for my working with all the others.

Let's just say that I pounded that warm furry backside until the jangling of the bells nearly drove me crazy. As it was, I think I may have stretched the leather straps in my gusto. I plunged in and out of her for far longer than her male counterpart would ever have done and when I did cum, it was such a relief that I nearly had my knees buckle under me. I held onto the straps and waited until my legs went from being rubber to being something more akin to normal.

It was a fun experience, and I was really in the mood to do it again. I had been burning the candle at both ends and I really needed to get some sleep, so I called it quits. I gave her a carrot, dressed, and went back to the clinic.

The next morning I made a few checks on some of the animals under treatment for various ailments and then went out and about in the zoo. Donner was in the area being used for Santa photos, and the moment she saw me, she went into a little happy dance. She tugged on her reins until they came loose and she trotted over to me. One of the girls working at the zoo had the indignity of having to dress up as an elf. She left her post the chase down the errant reindeer. She stopped when she saw her come right up to me and nuzzled my crotch. There was a bulge there. The girl noticed with wide eyes.

That's when I pulled out a thick, fat carrot and gave it to her. "Here you go you silly thing."

My coworker, who probably had many dirty ideas on her mind, reversed all the way back to her station, where she waited for the day's Santa to show up. She couldn't even look at me. I walked Donner back, tying her off and patting her sides. "Some other time girl! At this rate, I'll be calling you Vixen!"

I laughed to myself at whatever was going through that poor girl's mind. The funny thing was, it was probably akin to the truth, but there was no need to let on to my activities. I wasn't doing any harm, and my partners were generally as eager as I was. At the worst, they were either indifferent or unconscious during the act. Maybe that doesn't sound ideal to you, but life isn't always nice and pretty.

I didn't go back that night, though I wanted to. I was dead tired and instead I just went to bed. The next day I felt more rested, and since the day's work wasn't too bad, I made plans to visit the others.

The next one was called Blitzen, and I was damned well going to be doing a blitz on her tail end. She was friendly, and a handful of oats meant that I had her undivided attention. Like with Donner, things went well right from the start. I think between the hormones and the close proximity yet inaccessibility of a male of her species had her anxious for a good time. He was off in a pen by himself because no one wanted the kiddies to be scandalized by mating reindeer.

Just think how scandalized they would have been to know a human was doing it instead!

Donner saw me and nearly pranced over to the fence, but I gave her a scratch and moved on to her sister. Sure, I could have just done the same one over the course of their stay, but what fun would that be to look back upon? They say you regret the things you didn't do more than you do the things you did, so I was doing my best to have no regrets.

Blitzen was a little less amorous, and in the end, I'm almost afraid to admit, I forced matters. Oh, it wasn't like that really, but I think she might have already been impregnated; her body shifting her hormones from one aspect to another. She may have been indifferent to my attentions but she did like my offerings of food, and tolerated the harness without too much fuss.

Whereas my first time went smoothly, this time was thus a little less ideal. In the end, I had to work up a bit of spit to lube things up. Having had the first one go so well, I hadn't thought that I would need any additional lubricant this time around. I was wrong. On the other hand, her present condition made her a really, really tight little deer. She jumped just a little as I penetrated her and she let out a grunt. But after that, she settled down and tolerated my actions until I was finished. As a peace offering I went back and got a bundle of carrots, giving her the biggest portion, but doling them out to all of them. Donner was right there looking for a little more of, well; everything. I patted her butt and went back to the clinic and hit the mattress.

It went pretty much the same with the rest, until I got to the male. His nose was not red, but you can be sure that he got named Rudolph. Someone even tried to give him a clown nose once, but he shook it off with obvious distaste for having the smelly thing so close to his olfactory senses. Who could blame him? He had to breathe and having that bit of odiferous plastic covering it had to be annoying.

He was missing his antlers of course, as I believe I mentioned earlier. It made him look more female compared to the others, and I rather saw it that way. After all, when you're used to stags having antlers and does being without, the stereotype sticks in your head.

I had the lube with me this time because I knew for certain that I was going to need it. I set to securing the harness and tying him off to a post. He seemed perplexed by all of the fuss, but he turned his attentions to the bucket of feed I set in front on him and quickly ignored me. From there, it was a matter of dropping my pants, lubing my cock until it glistened, and then ramming it into his rear.

He did acknowledge me again right up to the point I thrust inside. His head came up out of the bucket in a flash. I had a grip on the harness, so his ability to move was limited. As it was, his jerk nearly separated us, but I slammed it back in at once.

He snorted and pulled on the reins, but I had tied them tightly. I held still, outside of keeping my position until he settled down. His anus was clamping down at the intrusion, and while this might not have been fun for him, I have to admit it was great for me. I'm not normally so unfeeling, but I had made it my plan to have them all before they went back, and this was his turn.

He wasn't initially into it, and I guess I can't blame him for that. But the fact was that I was, so for me, that's all that mattered. Once he calmed down, I started off slowly and kept myself at a steady pace until his body relaxed a little. I'm sure that if I had forced this without the lube, he would have come completely unglued. So would have I under similar circumstances

After about ten, wonderfully tight minutes, he seemed resigned to my intrusion. He stuck his head into the bucket and did his best to ignore me. All the while I set the bells to jingling away, just like Santa's sleigh was said to do in all of the old Christmas stories.

I loved the way his ass felt, and in retrospect, I wondered why I hadn't tested this out on any of the girls. The fact was there was still time, and having dipped into each one of them already, it seemed like a good idea for later visits. There would be other days and more importantly, other nights.

Rudolph got quite the ass pounding. Every once in a while I forced it in a little too hard and he grunted loudly, but overall this lone male held up against the onslaught of my lust. The jangling filled the air as I rode his butt for what seemed like an hour. As much as I wanted to blow, I knew this was going to be the only time I put him through this and I intended to make it endure. So in the end, I didn't know which was going to come sooner, me or Christmas.

Doing something like this wasn't without its risks. Oh, we got a little messy, you see. You can't dive into an exit without coming into contact with the reason the hole is there to begin with. It didn't really bother me mind you. I've had my hands in some pretty disgusting things and this wasn't any worse than most. The fact was I simply acted like I hadn't noticed, and ignored it until I was finished. There would be time to clean up after the fact.

So I screwed him until I couldn't hold it back anymore. I went into a flurry of furious pounding the likes of which even a rhino might have voiced its opposition to. Rudolph extended his neck out, letting off a deep lowing sound as his legs stiffened up. I didn't know what it meant, but I hoped it was a good thing for I wasn't about to stop now to find out.

My fingers dug into the straps, and the straps in turn cut into my skin as I unloaded my balls into this fine furry beast. His hind quarters were trembling as I reamed his hole until I firmly believe his passage was capable of handling more waste product than it was originally designed for. My long strokes finally broke the will of his anus as it ultimately relaxed under the pounding it was receiving. It was probably just in time, since I was ramming it home right down to the base of my cock.

What I hadn't realized at the time was that despite the discomfort I initially caused him, the constant rubbing stimulated his nerves to the point that his own cock had dropped out into the chilly air, and in the final throes of my furious battering of his backside, he shot a load onto the ground. A little steam rose from it where it lay congealing on the dirt.

I didn't notice it until I had pulled out, my attention initially centered on the bit of a mess I had become in the process of making him one of my bitches. When I did, I patted his sides. "So Rudolph, you did like what we were doing, didn't you!"

He snorted a small blast of steam into the air. His legs were a little shaky after all of that abuse and mine weren't much better. Despite the chill, I finished stripping to avoid getting my clothing any messier than it was. I had to look a sight, and not a good one. It was fixable however, and a hot shower later, I returned to the pen with a warm, wet towel and washed him up, drying his fur as best I could. These guys were pretty tough, so I knew the chill wouldn't bother him, but I hardly wanted there to be questions in the morning over the cause of his messy rump.

I gave him a treat and rubbed the fur on his hard head. "Well boy, you did good. Not everyone handles anal as well as you did."

I walked back, ready to head to bed. I did have visions in my head; not of sugarplums, but of firm caribou backsides and warm little holes. They girls had been great of course, but he was something special. And then I laughed. After all, in the end, no one can say I didn't let Rudolph play in any of the reindeer games. I'm equal opportunity lover.

Oh, and before I forget; Merry Christmas!

It 's the season for giving after all. I had a few days left before it got there, and I still had more to give. Santa can't have all the fun, now can he?

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Someone once asked me if these stories were in chronological order, by the date they occurred. Heavens no! That would be boring and tedious. I jump around from story to story in an effort to keep it interesting. I mean really, how interesting can it be after the fiftieth time that I laid a snow leopard? So I move from species to species, trying to fill you in on all the possibilities that are out there in the world...if you're brave enough and willing to expose yourself to a little risk.

The next few tales are from a trip I took down under. My first zoo didn't keep marsupials, unless you count the native opossum that was in the wildlife area. No, I'm talking about the ones that everyone knows, like kangaroos, wallabies and koalas.

The trip started quite a few years after my first job, when I was no longer working at that particular zoo anymore.

No, I didn't get discovered and get fired.

The fact is I got sort of tired of it. I wanted to move on to other things and that's what I did. We'll discuss that some other time. For now, just understand that I was going to Australia to learn about their native wildlife, some of which at that time was slowly being threatened by human encroachment. In a few cases it has made a comeback, but only thanks to the concerted effort of folks like myself who invested a lot of time into teaching people not to randomly shoot animals just because they thought they might be damaging to their property. Even the Aborigines knew better that to wantonly destroy animals to no end use.

I soon made friends with a fellow by the name of Nigel. He was a bit of a vet too, but he was more of an outdoorsman and a zoologist. He was outgoing, but at the same time rather secretive. It was like he had two sides to him; an open, smiling sort of chap, and then when we were alone, a sort of a hush-hush kind of person. It was like he was trying very hard to contain something he didn't want people to know.

He was a lot like me and I was quick to notice it. I had to wonder what he had up his sleeve. My animal interests where something you didn't discuss with anyone. It hardly mattered that we as a species killed animals all the time, for food and for sport. No, that was fine. Shoot a deer during hunting season and no one would bat an eye, but fuck one and you'd be all over the news. So if there was the slightest chance of him being like my Arab friend I mention a while back, I needed to find out. If nothing else we'd have something to talk about, and maybe, just maybe I'd get lucky enough to experience a few exotics up close and personal.

Nigel was in charge of a huge area of preserve, and while it might hardly matter to you if I mentioned which one it was, he's still alive and someone might give him a hassle. No point in taking a chance on that.

He was typically Aussie, from his tanned skin to his easy going manner. His vehicle was a much abused Rover which looked like it had been rebuilt from the tires up several times over. It had a gun in the back, as he said, in case of emergencies, and a five liter petrol can that was always full. The seats had seen better days a decade earlier and were now mostly just a metal platform. The air conditioning was limited to the rusted holes in the body.

He was more than ready to answer my questions, and I kept them simple and direct. The fact was I was very interested in his country drew his attention, for the continent had some very unique species living on it and nowhere else in the world and he was proud of it. Then again, sometimes these unique animals would make an appearance out of nowhere.

It was a shock to see a "mob" of kangaroos bounding across the road as we rattled our way to the station house. It was hot and dry, and I was glad I had purchased appropriate clothing for the stay. He teased me about them being so new looking, but I responded that even his truck had started off life looking a bit more presentable that it was now.

"So mate. You're planning on breaking them in?"

"I hope so. And that's not the only thing I plan on breaking in."

He looked at me with a look of curiosity and alarm. "Wat do you mean by that? You Seppos have some funny ways about you."

"I've worked closely with animals for years now. It's nice to get out in the wilds with them. I'm just hoping to get up close and personal with a few species I haven't had the chance to be intimate with yet."

He appraised me from his seat behind the steering wheel. "I'm sorry mate. I don't know if I'm making any sense of your words."

"There isn't much to make sense of. I'm just really into animals."

We drove on for a bit. "Look," he said, "I'm not much when it comes to being even close to understanding people. I no figjam. Ilike living in the bush. So wat are you getting at?"

I figured it was now or never. "I'm not much of a people person either. I like animals. Some might say I like them a little too much."

He slammed on the brakes, halting the vehicle on the rough dirt road and sending up a spray of dust. I had to choke back the particles until the breeze blew it away. He was staring at me like I was some kind of freak.

"Ere now! Are you saying you'd rather have an animal for company than another bloke?"

"Most days, yes."

He nodded, thinking to himself for a moment. "Might you go so far as to say you would prefer an animal over a sheila?"

"I might."

His smiled grew huge. "Well then mate, the next few weeks might not be as bad as I had feared."

That was the end of the matter until we got to the station. The building was a rough construct, looking like it had been here for a century or more. It was only about thirty years old, but it had weathered to nearly match its surroundings. There was a lot of junk lying around it, which later on I found to be useful, if battered, tools and equipment.

Sleeping arrangements inside were Spartan. Having spent so many years living the life of a monk, a simple army cot with a pillow and a blanket seemed fine to me. I threw my bags down in the corner and went outside with him. He pointed me to a rusty old chair and then took another.

"So mate. Let me see if I understood you rightly. Are you telling me that you prefer animals over your fellow species in all things?"

"More or less."

"Hmmm. Can you be more to the point?"

"Sure. I've been known to dabble with them during their mating season."

He eased back into his chair. "And here I thought I was the only one."

"So, you do play with them on occasion?"

"I didn't say that. I'll tell you wat mate. You prove to me you're on the level and then maybe we'll talk."

"What do you have in mind?'

"Gertrude."

"Who's Gertrude?"

"You'll see. We'll get you settled in and a meal in ya and go from there."

And that is exactly what we did. After eating a meal of things cut from a can, he took me out behind the station to a wall off enclosure. There was a burrow to one side, but no animal sight. Seeing as it was hot out, even the hardy kangaroos knew when to get out of the sun. But whatever it was in here, he wasn't telling me just yet. All he'd say is, "If you do Gertrude, I trust your word on anything."

That got my interest up. The burrow was good sized, but I wasn't familiar with what might have made it. It wasn't until later when he went out with a bucket of grain and vegetable scraps that I got to see her.

She was a big ball of fur, rather cute in an odd way, and hardly something I thought I could go sticking my cock into. Gertrude was a wombat.

I didn't know much at all about them. No zoos in the United States had any such animal, and even things like the familiar wallabies, kangaroos and koalas were rare to the point of being nonexistent. So seeing her for the first time was a revelation. However, I made my feelings known to Nigel.

"This isn't big enough for me to do anything with. I'd kill her trying to get inside"

"You've got a good heart mate, but maybe you've got roos in you upper paddock. You're right. If I tried to stick my donger into her hidey hole, I'd end up serving her for the next day's meal. "

"Then what's the point?"

"I'll show ya."

He let her eat, and when she was full and rather lazy, he jumped in, hoisted her up and came back over the wall. "Now Gertie here, she's a good girl, but she's got claws that'll tear apart rock if she's in the mood. She needs her sleeping bag first."

I watched with curiosity as he strapped her into a canvas suit. It had two openings, one for her head and one for her back end. He legs were cinched in snuggly, keeping her from moving. She looked comical, but in no way alarmed at her predicament. Apparently this was old hat.

Nigel flipped her over on his cot. "Now you see here, a wombat is a marsupial like everything else on our blessed slice of planet Earth."

"I know that."

"Well, she's got the female parts alright, but they're not you're normal ones."

"I know that too!"

"So you see, if you were a kid, then maybe you could get your donger inside her, but trying to stick a full sized one in won't work. But wat she does have mate, is her pouch. And because the little bugger is a digger, her pouch faces backwards. Nature did that to keep her joey from getting all dirty. And that pouch you see is stretchy like, because a joey goes from being an ankle biter to a good sized youngster before he moves out."

To demonstrate, he pried open a flap of skin, showing a hollow as he pulled up on it. It was definitely more likely to handle a human cock than her cloaca, which might take my middle finger to the hilt without too much trouble but nothing more.

I was immediately intrigued. I had never thought of anything like this before. If this were some sort of test, I suppose then that I needed to pass it. "What do you do for lube?" After all, the pouch wasn't made of any sort of tissue that self lubricated.

"Doesn't matter. I usually just either get a good wad of spit in my hand, or a little cooking oil. The important thing is that when you're done playing with her to get her cleaned up and dry. Can't have my girl getting an infection from having moisture in her pocket, now can I?"

I was wavering. He seemed legit, for why else would he have this little setup for her. "So, I can have a go?"

"Be my guest. Little Gertie is amiable enough, though she hardly ever sees strangers. It's just her and me and a few thousand square miles of outback."

I nervously stripped down, feeling a little ill at ease in doing s in front of someone. He didn't say a word. Since he didn't offer any lubricant, I spit in my hands until the palms were slick and I rubbied my stiff cock from top to bottom. I had seen how he had opened her pouch and I repeated the movements and was rewarded with a puckered entrance. The cot was narrow, so I straddled it and bent my knees until I was able to press the head of my cock at the opening. Once the head was inside, the rest slid in easily. It was weird, but nice.

I dropped down on top of her, bracing myself on the side supports of the cot. I looked up at Nigel. "How much can she take?"

"Length or energy mate?"

"Energy I guess. She's seems to be taking what I have to give fairly well."

"Go easy at first. I ain't never hurt her, but there's first time for everything."

I went slowly, trying to get a feel for what I was doing. Any vagina, even in a marsupial, surrounds you evenly. It's firm in all directions. With this, it was firm on the underside of my cock where it rubbed her belly, but that sensation was a bit less on the top as her skin stretched a little around me.

"This isn't hurting her is it?"

"Naw. A joey grows claws early on. If she's tough enough against that, a little bit of soft meat ain't goin to bother her none. She and I have been having fun for over a year now."

Satisfied with his explanation, and now aware that he at least was a comrade of sorts, I allowed my body weight to press down on her as I picked up speed. This pouch must have a great ability to expand, just like a uterus, for at the moment, I couldn't imagine anything more that a very small baby being able to fit inside it.

My cock was quite happy to be where it was.

She struggled a bit inside her straight jacket, and this made a little uncomfortable, but remembering the ease at how he handed her before, and her willingness to be trussed up, I figured she was just letting off some errant energy. Her actions weren't violent; they were more like she was trying to adjust herself within the confines of her "sleeping bag"..

I held up my upper half, allowing my lower body to press against her. Wombats aren't huge, but she was a good forty pounds or more. I have a feeling she was probably getting more food than was necessary and had packed on a little extra weight. It made sense in two ways. One, she was his pet. People always pampered their pets. And secondly, the heavier she was, the more likely it was that she wouldn't come to any harm from his hanky-panky.

I fucked her for quite a while. I really had no idea that this was a daily routine for the two of them, so I figured I'd better make my first time a good one. It might be my last. It wasn't. I finally came after a good twenty minutes of pounding away, making the cot creak and groan as I really got into this novel method of getting off.

When I came, I spilled out inside her with a gush. I stayed where I was for a moment, making sure my legs would hold me before getting off.

"Well mate, wat do ya think?" His grin was enormous.

"It was different. I would never have thought of such a thing."

"You'll have to tell me about your experiences. I have a feeling there's more to you than meets the eye." As he was talking he was stripping down. He was lean and fit from his years in the Outback. He straddled the bed and thrust into her pouch. "It's rare that I go as the after man. It's nice to have the old girl warmed up and ready for action.

This was the first time I had ever watched someone do what I did. It's one thing to know what you're doing and another to watch. It was pretty intense. I was thinking now that I should have invested in a movie camera. But then; no. If someone found the film reels, I would be out of a job and behind bars. Some things where best left to memory alone.

I thought that I had maybe been a little rough, but Nigel had the whole cot shaking before he was done. Gertie had been driven up on the cot a good six or seven inches by the time he blew his load inside. When he pulled out, a flow of sticky white followed. He picked her up and took her to a wash basin, where he rinsed out her pouch before drying it carefully. He then undid the apparatus that was holding her in place and gently tossed her back over the wall to her enclosure.

"Well mate, I never thought I'd see the day I found another bloke interested in a wider range of sheilas than myself. I suppose you have some stories to tell me?"

"Only if you share some of yours."

"Crikey! Wat's there to tell. All I've got is my Gertrude and a host of roos."

"That's it?"

"No, to be honest. But I'm not always a nice person. I don't like dingoes, and I make sure they know it. Not sure how you'd feel about those stories."

"I guess you'll just have to tell me and let me decide."

"Sounds like we'll need a few pints to tide us over. What say you and I drive to the bottle shop grab us some roadies?"

"Is there one close?"

"Sure. Only about forty kilometers south of here. That's nothing."

"Then what are we waiting for. I'm buying!"

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"So mate, are you ready to tackle your first roo?"

"You make it sound like it's going to be a challenge!"

"It can be. That's half the fun mate! Ya got to catch one first."

I was a little let down. "You mean you don't have one in a pen somewhere?"

"Oh don't be such a sook. Trust me. We'll catch one, have a bit of fun and let her go again. It's a little work, but it's worth the effort."

"If you say so. I must admit that I'm curious how one goes about screwing a kangaroo. They're not designed with humans in mind."

"You let me worry about that. I'm an old hand at it. Might not meet your standards, but out here in the bush, we do what we necessary to get the job done. "

He had another gun with him, one I recognized right away. It made sense how he was going to go about it now. I guess I should have figured it out right away. We drove for quite a ways until he pulled off the road. The going was no worse now as it was before and I was left to wonder if the roads were merely the shortest distances between two places. Of course, considering the varieties of weather here, a regular asphalt road would hardly hold up for very long. You got what you got in the Outback and you made do with it.

"I know we passed a mob on the way into the station, but what we want are the reds. They're the largest and the ones most likely not to come to any harm from your donger. Males are big and build with a sizable one too, so all we need to do is to find a group, tranq a nice sheila, and follow her until she drops."

"Have you ever lost one?"

"Not a one. The stuff we have in our darts works pretty damn fast. That faster they go, the faster it spreads throughout their system. She'll make it no more than a kilometre or two before she drops."

He set his sights on a big female. She wasn't nearly as big as the boomer, or if you prefer simpler English, the male; but she was still good sized. I had binoculars, because we were far enough away to make sure we weren't spotted. As he said it;

"If you can hit one without completely spooking the rest, sometimes she'll stick with the mob until she's out. Then I just have to drive up and scare off the rest. Then they go all limp like. They can be a handful to hoist up into the truck. It'll be nice to have someone to help load her once we get a dart in her."

It didn't happen the way he had hoped, but she did drop after only a few hundred yards. She was still awake when we got there, and struggling to get her big feet back under her. But even as we watched, the drug took effect and she was out.

"Let's get her into the back and be off."

She wasn't really all that heavy, perhaps weighing around seventy five pounds. But she was as limp as a wet noodle. We hoisted her up onto the back and rolled her in, slamming the back door once she was settled. I thought it odd that he planned on driving all the way back to the station, and then afterwards driving her back out to here. It almost didn't seem worth it.

It turns out there was another station out here. It had minimal supplies, but it did have water, a little food, ammo, gasoline, and a cot. Apparently it had been set up as an emergency station in case a vehicle broke down. I never knew how enormous the Outback was until I was in it. Then it seemed huge. So setting up a few precautionary places like this was genius.

He pulled alongside the building and unlocked the padlock on the door. The back of the Rover was opened and a limp kangaroo was pulled out and into the building. We carried her through the door, but instead of closing it, he left it open. It was a good thing, for it was stifling in there. He opened a metal-shuddered window and let the breeze flow through. It was a relief, because I knew I was going to be working up a sweat real soon.

"So you've never seen a roo up close before? They're an interesting animal, unless you've gotten your fill of them. Then they're a lot like a sheep."

I almost asked if he had done a sheep before. I had.

What? Just because I didn't tell you everything doesn't mean I haven't done it. But sheep are common, and sadly, all too easy. In our zoo, I simply walked them back to the clinic. They're fun, but hardly noteworthy. Now remind me to tell you about the mountain goat. That was a completely different experience. And in a cooler clime as well.

We laid her out on the cot. "See here," he said, pointing to her opening, "she's of a size for it, but trying to do one while they're awake is impossible. Even if she were willing, this tail gets in the way."

He was right about that. Her thick tail was long and heavy. "How does a buck manage it then? It's not like they ever adopt the missionary position."

"Now that's a good question mate. We may have to bag a boomer just to show you what he's got hidden inside. Trust nature to give him just what he needs for the job. "

It had to be something fairly remarkable, because from the backside, there was no way I was going to penetrate her. The only ways I figured it could happen was to have her on top, which was pointless to try with a waking one, and to have her as she was presently positioned. That tail was wonderful for them to balance with, and to stabilize with when they were bounding along, but it was like having a bolster in the middle of the bed when it came to sex.

Her opening was a pronounced mound directly under the base of that tail. Her fur surrounded it, with a section of pink flesh, and then some spare hairs covering the opening. Nigel rather roughly spread it open.

"See, more than enough room for a bonger to fit in there. Heck, if humans and roos could breed, I'd have hundreds of joeys out and about by now."

I didn't know if he was joking or not. If he used up that much tranquilizer over time, his bosses would have noticed. "Really?"

"Sure, but I'm not always so easy going. I've been known to stalk and catch a female without cheating." He was pulling off his shirt. "See these scars? That shows you what you might have to deal with when the lady isn't sent to lullaby land."

I had noticed the scars before, but I had refrained from asking about then. It was a dual set of parallel slash marks going up his sides.

"Roo claws. Those feet may look comical mate, but the legs they're attached to are powerful."

I could imagine the blood running down his sides from that attack. "Caution is the best defense you have against such a lethal kick."

"Right you are mate. Let me tell you, there is something to be said for holding down a struggling roo and doing it while it's awake. But that is a job for a younger man to contemplate. I gave it up a long time ago."

By now he was stripped. Climbing on top of her, he worked in his finger for a little while, and finding her not quite wet enough, spit on the head of his cock and rubbed it over her hole until he got inside. I tilted my head to watch the rest of his cock slide in until his body was pressed against hers. He let out a sigh.

"Now that's what I call a ripper! This girl is a nice little spunk and she's as tight as a teenage whore."

I could only believe him as I watched him go at it, my own cock hard and ready for action. I watched her legs and feet flopping loosely at her sides. She was still breathing, even if it was slow and shallow. I wondered if he had ever overdosed any of his partners, but figured it was probably an impolite thing to ask. Considering that they were shot and killed by the thousands, a single accidental death hardly counted in the grand scheme of things.

Nigel was really going to town on her hole, enough that the entire cot was shifting back and forth across the dusty floor. His toes were dug into the sides, and his fingers were locked into the canvas at the top.

"She won't be hurt by this will she?"

"Nah! A boomer can mate with a female for hours. I've watched the sheilas try to get away, but a big male will hold them still for eight or nine matings, even longer if there aren't many females around for him to breed with."

I suppose the females had to be pretty tough to deal with that, but unlike so many other species, they didn't give birth to a sizable offspring. When a marsupial gave birth, it was to a tiny little pink nothing that finished growing up in the pouch. So that meant that their cloaca didn't have to stretch to accommodate any oversized birth. And that meant it was going to be as tight as possible.

Nigel was really put some steam into it, and the heat was causing him to perspire. Sweat was dripping off his head and chest, raining down upon the object of his lust like a miniature thunder storm. I was left to wonder if he was going to leave anything left of her for my own pleasure, so hard was he working her over.

I could tell when he was ready to come, because his ass clenched up and the cot frame nearly shook apart. Her head was flopping wildly to and fro as he pounded away on her hole like a pile driver. He let out a yell when he came that nearly startled me right out of the building. When he was done, he panting and sweating like a whore in church.

"God, it's been too long. I've been so comfortable with little Gertrude for the past year that I forgot how much fun a roo could be."

He swung off the bed like a drunken man. He went out to the truck and got our canteens. He swallowed half of his in one draw. "Well Yankee boy, she's all yours!"

He definitely had her reamed and ready for me. I'm proud to say that I was built slightly larger than he was so that I didn't mind the mildtly stretched out hole. As it was, it was gaping just a little, likely because the sedative was relaxing her muscles from head to toe.

I didn't bother trying to lube up. I went in dry, but she was plenty wet from her fluids and those he had added. I dropped on her like a stone and buried myself to the hilt. Because the cot was a bit wobbly, I had Nigel pack a few pillows and blankets behind her head and shoulders. This angled her in such a way that I could sit up and still have a good angle of attack on her hole without rocking the cot too badly. It made it look like she was looking at me. It was a possibility that she was awake and merely immobilized by the drug. Either way, it was both creepy and cool at the same time.

The cot was still wobbling pretty badly, so Nigel suggested I pull out for a moment. We moved it so that it was resting against the wall, and he pulled a footlocker against the other end. However, since I was out for the moment, I asked him if a different position was possible.

"You mean like doggy style? I'm telling you mate, that tail won't let you, not unless you tied a rope to it and hosted it out of the way from above."

"No, I was thinking of laying down first, and having you rolled her on top."

He laughed. "That's a novel approach. If you want to try it, it's fine my me."

It took a few moments to get her in position, and another to get my cock inside her, but then it was done. And I must say, it was an interesting experience. In my head I was thinking that she wasn't out of it, but instead was an awake and willing partner. As it was, she was twitching and moving a little, meaning that the drug was slowly wearing off. For some reason that made me feel better about this.

She wasn't very heavy and I was able to handle and manipulate her weight with ease. Her tail was limp between my legs, and my cock was hard and erect inside her. I grabbed her shoulders and worked her body over mine for a few minutes, feeling a little activity in her muscles. I noticed that her eyes were blinking a little too. I could hardly imagine what was going through her head.

Nigel noticed too. "Careful mate. It looks like your girlfriend is coming to."

"I see it. I think I'll be fine. I kind of like it better this way." As it was, I could feel her internal muscles beginning to tighten up and it was awesome. I know that you're probably thinking how terrible I was for essentially raping a kangaroo. I do look back on it now and sort of have a little twinge of guilt, but at the time I was completely into it. Let's just say that you really had to be there. If you had the chance I had, you would have taken it too.

I continued to work away on her, feeling the sweat from my body soaking into the canvas of the cot. I could see why a male of her species might want to make it last for so long. She was one hot little mama, even if she was a marsupial. Gertrude had been sort of soft and fuzzy, but this girl was rippling with muscle. I could see how Nigel had gotten such severe scars. These might be portrayed as cute little animals, but there was a lot of power hidden under that hide.

The time came when I could no longer hold it back. I clamped my legs around her tail and thrust into her for all I was worth. I could hear the old cot material ripping as I bounced the two of us to the point where something had to give. Thankfully it was me. I exploded inside her with a roar; my legs were locked tightly around her in a crushing embrace as my cock filled her up again with sperm.

My friend looked down at my face from over the roos shoulder. "If I had any doubts mate, I think you just made than vanish. I think you have more fun at this than I do. But we had better get her off. She might just prove to be the most dangerous animal you've ever dealt with."

I was gasping for air, but I still managed a guffaw. "Oh hell no! Let me tell you about my tiger when were done here."

His eyes went wide. "Are you shitting me mate?"

"Nope! Let me tell you my friend, I've walked on the edge for a long time. I think you might be surprised by what I've done!"

"Crikey! And to think I called you a sook! I think I'd wet myself before trying to make love to a big stripy cat like a tiger."

"Foreplay my friend. It has a lot to do with earning their trust. After that, you can sometimes get away with much." He had no idea how busy I had been.

He reached down and pulled the kangaroo from on top of me. "I believe you. It sounds like we're going to be going through lots of bottles and lots of stories."

"Oh, I'm sure we are. But first, let's get this girl back to her territory."

We got dressed, locked the place back up and put the roo into the back of the Rover. The drive seemed shorter this time around. When we got to the approximate spot, we hauled her out and set her under a cassia bush and waited for her to come fully awake.

It took longer than I thought it should, so I went to check on her. I was surprised to see her sitting with her head up, but unmoving. I crouched down beside her and looked into her eyes. She was staring back at me, thinking some unfathomable thought. Her nose worked the air for a moment before she struggled to her feet. I backed up to give her some room. She hopped unsteadily over to me, made a little noise and then slowly hopped towards the north. She gained speed as she went, until she was out of sight.

I walked back to the Rover.

"What the hell was that all about," asked Nigel.

"I don't know. Maybe she was saying goodbye."

"It was bloody weird is what it was. I think the girl has a crush on you Yank."

"Maybe. It hardly matters. Me, I think it was the drugs."

"Call t what you will. You seem to have a way with animal. Maybe you can teach me a trick or two."

"Out here? I figured you were king of this territory."

"So did I until I met you."

"Let's go get those beers. I think it's going to be a long night."

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Nigel was suddenly very open about his life once he found out I was into animals as much as he was. He was quite jealous of the numbers and types I had encounters with, especially all of the big cats. Felines were not native to Australia and he had little chance of visiting the zoos with any sort of amorous intentions and having them fulfilled.

But he had been quick to point out that they did have one canine, the dingo. "Mate, I have to tell ya, I hate them wild dogs! I know I'm out here to protect the animals, but I got set upon once and I've held a grudge every since. They're no better than a bitzer in my book"

I wasn't about to argue with him. He was, after all, my present companion and my only means of getting back to civilization. "Are you telling me then that you've never had one?"

His looked turned wry. "I'm not saying nothing of the sort mate. Let's just say that I'm not as nice about it when it comes to them."

"As in?"

"Oh, let's just go round one up and I'll show you."

He threw his gear in the truck and we headed off into the bush early one morning to a region he knew had a population of them. "We'll have to keep an eye out for the little blighters, because they blend in with the dirt. It's hard to catch them out during the heat of the day, so that's why I dragged you out of your bunk so damn early."

We drove until the light was just beginning to show over the horizon. There was a range of low hills to the north. We stopped near the closest one and got out of the truck. He had the tranq gun with him again. I felt a little sorry for the animals, but not too sorry. I had drugged a few in my day, just to make the encounter safer for both parties. They weren't my high points, but I never regretted the decisions.

There was a small pack of the animals hanging out near an outcrop of rock. There were no pups, which made me feel a little better. I didn't want to be responsible for breaking up a family in case something went wrong. Out here in the middle of nowhere was no place to try and resuscitate an animal because the dose in the dart was too strong.

He chose the largest animal and placed it in his sights. I was watching through the binoculars again as a second set of eyes. Like the kangaroo, we didn't want to lose our quarry and there was a slight chance that this pack had some burrows nearby. They wouldn't be deep, but there was no point in losing sight of the animal once the dart found its mark.

I heard him squeeze the trigger. The dart was too small and fast to be seen, but its effect wasn't. The targeted dingo leapt in the air with a yelp. It took off a few yards before turning to bite at the painful intrusion into its hide. From what I could see it managed to pull the dart out, but the damage had already been done. As it turned and leaped in agitation, the drug coursed through its veins until it collapsed on the ground.

"That'll teach the little blighter!" Nigel cried with satisfaction.

"What now?"

"We go scare off the rest and claim our prize!"

That's exactly what we did. The rest were already a little edgy and our abrupt appearance sent them scurrying off, leaving their unconscious companion to us. Nigel was the nimblest of us at navigating the uneven ground and arrived first. He hollered back to me.

"I hope you don't mind boys once in awhile. I aimed for the biggest and snagged me a bloke instead of a Sheila."

I had already told him about the lion so he knew it didn't matter as much as it might have to a purist . I think he had been hoping the biggest was a female, but as far as that went the biggest animals were almost always males. This one was probably a good sixty pounds or more, ten pounds over the average. He was rather pretty once you got up close and personal, and while his colors were tan/light brown and hardly flamboyant, he still had a rather noble bearing to him.

Nigel proved his innate dislike for the species by roughly yanking up on the dingo's tail and pointing to his anus. "It's been a while, but I can tell ya that this here hole is good for a few hours of fun."

"Few hours? The drug shouldn't last that long."

"You're right Yank, but I've been known to apply extra if it's needed."

"I see. If it's alright with you, let's just get back and experience a little fun without going overboard on the drugs."

"Whatever suits ya. You go getting all soft on me though and I'll be calling you a sook again."

Names didn't mean a thing to me.

Nigel threw the unconscious animal over his shoulders and packed it back out to the truck. Just to be safe, he slapped a muzzle on it and bound its feet. He had no desire for it to somehow fight off the drug and come to in the truck. It seemed more like he was just being mean, but when in Australia, and especially the Outback, you did as your guide did.

Once we were back at the station he pulled the poor thing out by its feet and carried it inside. Instead of taking over to a cot however, he draped it over the narrow table that served as both eating center and work space, depending on the need. Today's need was a little out of the ordinary.

He ran a cord under the table, linking the tied front and back legs together. It seemed a little extreme to me, considering the animal was limp, but I wasn't in a position to argue with his actions. I had never dealt with a dingo before.

The canine's rump was now at a perfect height to reach from a standing position. Nigel dropped his pants and spread the relaxed orifice until the pink showed, at which point he went to push in. I had the nerve to stop him.

"Damn! You're going in dry?"

"You'd better believe it."

"I'd prefer if you didn't. You could do a lot of damage doing that."

"Look mate, I don't rightly care much for these beasties. If he goes back to his pack with his tail between his legs and a funny wobble to his walk, it's a far better thing than if I just kill him outright!"

"Maybe, but this animal in particular didn't do a damn thing to you. So maybe you could be the better for it and cut him a little slack. What if it were you tied down on this table?"

He looked like he was trying to swallow a lemon sideways. "You've got some funny notions, but I'll do it your way." He finished kicking off his pants and stepped outside for a second. He came back with a strange looking piece of plant. It was out of context for me until he explained.

"Aloe Vera. Nice to put on a cut or a burn. It grows well out here if you remember to water it once in a while. And it's slippery enough to make even you happy."

"Thanks. It does make me feel better."

"If it makes you feel better, think of the wonders it'll do for him!"

He smeared the thick slippery sap over his cock and lined back up again. There was a moment when the hole seemed to balk at being entered instead of exited, but all at once it gave way and he was inside. It made me wince just thinking about that being done bone dry. This guy was nice enough, but he had it in for the poor dingoes!

He had the tail in one hand and the other braced on the animal's back. The table was soon rocking and creaking, and just to make sure it didn't collapse i sat on the opposite side to brace it. It also allowed me to keep a close eye on the dingo. While the drugs can sometimes stop their breathing, I had a feeling that the present stimulation to its backside was more than enough to counter the effect.

Nigel was reaming the dingo's ass with as much energy as he had put into the kangaroo. It was funny to think that the two animals were very nearly in the same weight range, and yet the dingo seemed somehow smaller. It was an illusion really, for their bodies were not shaped the same way, and that made a lot of difference.

I could tell from his face that this was more a rape than actual sex. I was beginning to think that this might have been a bad idea. But then, I didn't know his story and therefore lacked any real information. I had been lucky enough to only have a few real run-ins with any of my animals, and the worst of those hadn't even occurred during a tryst. Life in the Outback was a lot rougher than life in a zoo, even when you lived in one. I did my best to cut him some slack.

I could tell when he was done and yet he continued to pound away on the limp dingo's ass until his cock was finally too flaccid to stay in. He pulled away from the table with a look of grim satisfaction on his face. "Don't get me wrong mate. Dingoes are handsome animals. And they've got lovely tight holes regardless of the sex. But I hold a grudge, and when I hold a grudge, it's for a long time."

I didn't say a word. I had a feeling he would tell me eventually what the problem was that he had with these animals. Something from his past from the sounds of it, and likely from when he was little. Traumatic experience in childhood tended to haunt you all through life.

I dropped my pants and took over his spot. The dingo's hole was well loosened and far better lubricated than at the start of this adventure. I could only imagine what was going through its mind, assuming it had any consciousness at the moment.

Instead of roughing this fellow up, I gently grabbed his sides and thrust in. His tail was a bit annoying, but once I was inside, it hardly mattered where it fell to. Unlike my friend, I took the time to admire his body form, fur and other features. It was interesting that the scientific community listed the dingo as a subspecies of wolf, because he really didn't have the normal features commonly associated with the species.

I should know.

As for how he was, sexually speaking, all I can say is that he was one hell of a fuck. I would have preferred trying this out on a waking dingo; one that had been acclimated to human contact; but since my choices along those lines were limited to what I had before me, I bit my tongue, lowered my moral standards and went on to enjoy myself as best I could. Even under these conditions it was quite wonderful.

His ass was still plenty tight, even after his first reaming. My actions were nowhere nearly as vigorous as Nigel had been. Taking into account that this poor fellow was going to have to recuperate later, I kept my thrusts slow but plenty deep. I would pull back, luxuriating in the feel of his warm tunnel as the head of my cock scraped along his interior. I pulled until I was almost out before shoving back in. It might not seem macho, but it was a hell of a lot more satisfying than ramming it home like you were some sort of fiend hell-bent on causing destruction.

Besides, what was the rush in getting off? This little fellow was out for the count which was all the better for him. As tight as he was, he reminded me a lot of the Maned Wolves, only they were much leggier. They fit about the same weight category, and to be honest, I was getting hornier (if that were a real possibility under the circumstances) wondering what a female dingo would be like. I had heard they came into heat twice a year, but only one worked for producing cubs. That made for some interesting musings.

I was a patient man. I might have to see about getting a dingo for myself. If I was going to have a pet dog, why not something unique like this? It might be tricky, but I did have friends in some high places. What use were they if I didn't use them to my advantage from time to time?

Despite the slow route I was taking physically, my mind was soon over the top from so many found remembrances of my other canine pursuits. I could feel the rise up in my loins and no matter how hard I tried to suppress it, it wasn't going to stop. I finally let loose, careful not to go at it too hard, but with a lot more energy than I had been using up to this point. The table went into a fit of creaking as I drove my cock in until it exploded.

I loosened my grip on the furry body and relaxed. I had to admit that I was enjoying myself down under (under the tail that is), even doing things in a manner less akin to my normal modus operendi. As it was, this fellow would be returned to his pack more or less unscathed; learning if nothing else to be even more wary of humans than he was before.

We dropped him off a few hours after we had first snagged him, placing him on the road near the vehicle where we could monitor his recovery. When he finally managed to get to his feet, I had to wonder if the wobble in his step was caused by the drugs or his abused rear end. He looked back at us, probably seeing double for the moment. He then turned and made a little call to his pack, who responded in turn. He slipped through some brush and was gone.

The drive back was quiet. When we made it to the station once again, we got out and had some food and a few beers. "So Yank, you think I'm too hard on them damn dogs?"

"Maybe a little."

"You may be right." He rolled up his pant leg, showing an old healed gash. "Got caught by a pack when I was a kid out hiking alone. Stupid thing to do at my age, but it was a hard lesson that was well learned. Maybe too well learned."

"Perhaps. You might want to see about getting yourself a pup and hand raising it. It'll never be tame, but who knows? You may find that if you're lucky, you might have a friend for life."

"Dingoes are pretty damned independent. Still, you may have something there mate. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Exactly. Give it a try. Domesticated dogs had to start somewhere. Legend has it these fellows followed the ancestors of the Aboriginals over thousands of years ago."

"And you think they were having affairs with their little doggies?"

"I have no idea. I guess you'd need to delve into their lore to find that out."

"Hmmm. You may have something there. I've got a few friends among them. I'd just need a polite way of asking such a question."

"I wouldn't think it would be that hard."

"I'll think on it mate. So," he asked with a twinkle in his eye, "Have you ever seen an emu up close?"

"Nope! Just an ostrich."

"Really, a big bird like that? Heck, I know a fella who raises the shaggy two legs about a day's drive from here. They're more of a practical size that their African cousins. Are you game?"

"Count me in!"

After all, what's life without its experiences? And at least this time, my companion would be awake and on its feet. That's what I was hoping at least. Time would tell. 

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It wasn't long after the dingo experience that we got into the truck and headed out down those miserable excuses for roads there in the outback. We were going to be driving a ways, for the farm (if you can call it that) where the emus were raised was distant, near a small section of woods and brush.

"Now emus, they're a special treat, but you got to be careful with them." My host told me. "I'm sure you're no stranger to birdie anatomy, so you know you can't get aggressive with them or you'll do them harm."

"Yes, I know that quite well. In theory, if the egg passes through it, a cock can go in it, but I would never feel right about trying this out on a chicken."

"Right you are mate. Stuffing that small of a bird would seem a bit hard-hearted in my book. But emus, now they're a solid piece of work. Have you ever seen the egg one of them feathered twits can pass?"

"Only in a collection. They are a good sized egg."

"Right you are again! So trust me Yank, you'll find out soon enough that they can take what you and me have to offer!"

I had to admit that I was unfamiliar with the birds, outside of the fact that they were in the same group as the African ostrich. That made them ratites, a technical term for most of the large, flightless birds. Emus were about perfect for this little endeavor, whereas I was well aware that their cousin the cassowary was not. Oh, they were about the same size; I'm referring to their attitudes. Trust me; I would never want to go there without ropes, drugs and a few prayers.

Those are some badass birds!

We stopped a couple of times along the way to relieve ourselves and to stretch tortured muscles from the pounding our spines were taking from the rugged ride. Like I said, there wasn't so much a road as a winding path through the Outback. It was a wonder the truck had help together even just today, much less all the years it had been in service. We finally got to the station (or ranch if you like) in one piece, though I think my ass had developed a crack right down the middle...

That's some humor son. Keep up with me.

The cockie was a man named Bailey. He gave us both warm handshakes and did a little dance that Nigel copied. Apparently it was an old tradition and I wasn't about to ask about it. My guide put his arm around the farmer (aka the cockie) and introduced us.

"This here Yank is a veterinarian! He's got a deep love and appreciation for all of the animals on this here Earth, but especially the ones you can bugger!"

The man looked me over. "Is that so?"

"I'm not going to get in any argument over that determination."

He started laughing. "No need to be coy boy. Out here we're all men and the Sheilas are few and far between. Rather than taking to buggering each other, we try to keep the genders separate. That takes a little fancy footwork now and again. We don't have the variety other places have, so we make do. So what has old Nigel been testing you out on?"

I looked from one to the other. "A wombat, a roo, and a dingo."

"Yeah, that about covers it unless you want to try taking a crack at one of our scaly friends. Crocs are said to make wonderful bedmates." His deadpan reply was only offset by the slight upturn to the corner of his mouth.

I could tell he was holding back his mirth. "I'll skip it thanks. I've already been down that road once."

His slight smile faded. "You're kidding, right?"

"No. But it was at my first job and the thing was out like a light. I did nearly rock the table off of its moorings though."

"Blimey! We've got us a keeper here Nigel!"

"Yeah, this guy will make your mouth drool. Just wait until he tells you about all the pussies he's nailed."

"That many huh?"

"A few. There was the tiger, the snow leopard, the panther, the lion, the..."

"Wait, you mean pussies as in big cats?"

"Yeah."

"Hell, I though he meant it in the usual way. I want your autograph mate before you leave here. I ain't never had a celebrity around my place before and it ain't likely to happen ever again."

"It's hardly something you can go around bragging about you know."

"Out here ya can and you will! Nigel, did you bring any bottles with ya?"

"Of course!"

"Then I think it's time for a party!"

We unloaded the truck, including the beer and set everything inside. It was a nice place, if a bit simple. Then again, out here, you tended to stick to the principle things that you needed. There was no point is having nice furniture considering the abuse it would get. Everything was either handmade or old, but all completely serviceable.

There were several bedrooms; a kitchen and a bath included, but the toilet was outside. As Bailey put it, "there ain't no reason to stink up the house." The point was that while there was a water supply, it wasn't to be wasted on flushing a toilet. It was for drinking and if you were lucky, the occasional bath. I was warned early on though to check the outhouse for the variety of killer fauna that frequented this continent.

"It only takes one bite from a lot of these pests to put you six foot under mate. Open the door, look around, lift the lid and then check again before you sit."

The instructions hardly inspired confidence in my surroundings.

The corral that housed the birds however renewed my hope that this wasn't going to be a waste of my time. There were a lot more birds than I ever would have figured. I could hear them before I ever saw them, but I had no idea of their numbers. There were several hundred of them, grouped into separate pens. They weren't particularly showy birds, but then again their size made them exceptional enough for my tastes.

If you've never seen one, then you won't know just what I mean. They aren't like ostriches exactly, but their structure and body form are very similar. The nice thing was going to be that their rumps would reach my crotch. That made them just about perfect in my book.

As it turned out, I was going to get a solid lesson in emu biology. For one, I happened to make it into Australia right in the middle of their breeding season. The males were all presently separated, not to keep them from the girls, but the other way around. In a twist of evolutionary fate, emu females pursued the males, not the other way around. What it meant was, at this exact moment, all of the females were ready for some action.

I have to admit I was ready to go for it right then and there, but I didn't see anyone making a move, so I held my tongue and zipper in place. It turns out this day was going to be even weirder because not only did this guy raise the birds, he raised them for market, which meant we were having it on the menu in two forms.

I will admit that I was a little leery; eating the same kind of animal I was going to be hitting later on, but it dawned on me that it happened all the time with sheep, pig, goats, cows and where applicable, horses. I did feel a pang in my conscience, but it passed when I smelled the wonderful aroma of the meat roasting on, as they called it here, the barbie. I guess there was more than one way to enjoy of good sized bird.

We ended up relaxing over our meal, draining our beers and telling tales. My mind kept wandering to the pens full of wandering bipedal feather dusters, itching to get a stab at one of them. They would be my first animal here that wasn't either drugged, or bound and gagged. I liked it to be a little more natural. I don't know, I guess it just made me feel better about the whole thing. Anything else tended to feel like rape.

Bailey was pumping me for stories with as much enthusiasm as I was going to have in pumping his birds. So I patiently sat back and listed off all of my exploits, figuring that my stories would never reach outside of the setting we were in. He was suitably impressed and questioned me for some of the more intimate details. He was really impressed with the fact that I had done this essentially under the noses of thousands of people. I had to remind him that after closing the hours, the zoo had been all but empty except for me.

"I envy you mate. Now me, I'd prefer a good woman any day, but I've grown attached to me birdies. They don't talk back, they don't never have a headache , and I ain't going to be paying no alimony to 'em any time soon"

I had the same sort of feelings. I know it's something that would tend to scandalize normal, Christian people, but I had been doing my homework. Human interaction with animals went very far back in our recorded history, and it could be inferred that it could go even farther back than that by several thousand years. Heck, I could even see the human ancestors like Cro-Magnon getting it on with a Neanderthal. Or maybe even with something a little more primitive than that. It was all pretty much the same. If it wasn't your own species, it was considered bestiality.

I so could have been a Roman. But Nigel was telling a story, so I had to pull myself from my reverie.

"You see, me and Bailey here, we've been friends for a long time. I don't always have time to pop over here for a bit of fun, but when I do, you can imagine I go home weak in the knees. With all these birds around, you can hit a dozen without a repeat. Heck, with as many as he's got now, I think the three of us could take a week before we make it through each and every one of them!"

I wasn't sure I was up to that much activity, but the other two seemed pretty enthusiastic about it. I figured Bailey might have had his fill of them, dealing with them every day like he did, but apparently the chance to have a "party" was enough motivation for him to get excited. It truly had to be lonely way of life out here.

We went through a lot of beer before they two Aussies finally made a move towards the corral. "Well, come on Yank! The night ain't getting any younger!"

We all headed out into the dimming light. Bailey flipped on a generator and a string of lights lit up the area, casting an eerie glowt on the emus, who in turn cast animated shadows across the ground. They were milling about uncertainly in the sudden glare.

Bailey turned to me. "Now you listen good. I'm not worried about the birds, because they're plenty tough. But if you're going to get cozy, at least put your boots back on, because there's still plenty of browns here about, and I've seen a few spider's that'll make your hair stand on end."

I was beginning to think that my libido was taking a few hits with all these warnings. It was something I never had to worry about back in the old days. Here I had a bunch of available females, and I had to be concerned with getting bitten by something that could kill me. I was tempted to grab an emu and go back into the house.

But the other two were already stripping, so I followed suit. My socks stayed on and my boots were pulled over my feet in double time. I think I was going to be staring at the ground the whole time now.

Bailey and Nigel each had a small dog collar and leash and handed me a third. The idea seemed simple. Slap a collar on a bird for better control. I liked it!

"The males are over there for the time being, so as long as you avoid them, you'll be fine."

From there it was a simple matter of cornering a female and getting her under control. It was as challenging as it sounded. These weren't tame animals, but simply wild creatures being raised domestically. There was still an element of uncertainty to this endeavor. You might call it spicing up the pot. The other two were well practiced at this sort of thing and cornered and collared theirs right away.

I had a bit of a tougher time. I quickly realized why predators locked onto a single animal and pursued it. Too many choices messed with your head. In the end, I managed to wrangle one and snap the collar on. I was ready to go at this point.

The other two had theirs up against the fence with the leashes tied off, so I followed suit. I coerced my feathered prize to the rail and tied her securely. I ran a hand under all those long hairy feathers until I found what I was looking for. I spread her open a little until I was satisfied that this was going to work. Don't take me wrong; I trusted my fellows but I also knew that an injured bird was likely to be on the menu. I didn't have the heart for that.

I spit in my hand, lubed up and pressed it home. There was a brief moment when I didn't go it, and the emu was beginning to fidget but she inadvertently pushed backwards and I slid in like a spike into a railroad tie. I was half expecting her to be rather flimsily constructed, but her hole was as tight as any mammal's. It was hard to believe that an egg the size they laid could squeeze down a passage so damn tight!

Once I was inside, she stopped any struggling she had been doing and settled down. I had a feeling this might not have been the case had she not been in heat. As it was, apparently the feeling of having something stuffed inside her hole was enough to pacify her. Heck, there might be a chance, should her little brain have been capable of retaining any memories, that she might find that any other males besides these human ones weren't much fun in the long run. I really doubt the male emu's came equipped with a cock anything close to a human one.

I had a handful of feathers in each hand and was thankful that she wasn't fighting me. I didn't want to do any damage to her plumage either. I could only assume that yanked-out feathers had to hurt as much as hairs did for us, so I wanted to keep this gentle.

My compatriots didn't have any qualms though, and their birds were rocking and swaying as they were worked over like a chef with a meat hammer. I figured that if the birds could handle that, then I was in the clear. I pushed mine up against the fence and went to work.

I know some of you out there probably are thinking that birds are sort of freaky. You do have to remember that they are warm blooded after all, and in the case of these guys, had feathers more akin to thick hair that to the normal avian kind. It wasn't all that different from the back end, and you sort of got used to the small bobbing head at the other end.

I don't know if it was the novelty of the experience, or the alcohol, or maybe both. I let loose inside my little friend after only a few minutes. I gushed forth without missing a beat, continuing to ram away at her egg-maker like nothing happened. The only noticeable difference was the new slipperiness, which only made my movements easier.

I'm telling you that those birds were terrific. As I said before, a smaller bird, even one which could hypothetically take a human cock, there was always a risk of doing severe damage. Not with these gals. They were built tough and unless you were built like a porn star, you'd never reach in far enough to hit anything vital. I was already wondering if there was some way I could get some back home into the states. I bet the customs forms would be a bitch!

That meant I had to get my fun now, while I was here. I looked around and saw the other birds milling about. Yeah, I think I could handle that.

There wasn't a whole lot out there in the scientific texts on emu anatomy and physiology, so I'm going to tell you a few things that I learned during this experience. These guys have orgasms. It was information that I certainly couldn't publish, and it didn't come as a surprise after some of my earlier dealings with birds, but if the question ever came up as to whether or not these guys enjoyed doing it, the answer is a resounding yes.

It was like trying to screw a slippery animated Chinese finger trap. I could see where this could cause a bird to come to harm, for if you got too crazy, or pulled out too sharply, I could see you pulling these gals inside out. A tunnel that could push out a giant egg had some remarkable qualities to it, not the least of which was the firm, rhythmic squeezes this one was giving me. A certain amount of care was necessary.

I suddenly found myself uninterested in any of the other specimens flocking around me. I was in lust with this one. She was holding still, taking what I was giving her, and giving back more in return. I could suddenly see the allure of living out here.

I was no longer even marginally concerned with being bitten by anything out here. I forget there was even any danger to be had. I concentrated solely on my new friend. I have used the term stuffing the bird before, but this brought it to a whole new level. I was basting this beauty from the inside out.

Those continuous contractions did a number on me, for a second wave of my fluids filled her up. I slowed down without stopping, figuring I was going to be done for a while, but after a few minutes of slow, shallow strokes I was back in working order. The others had finished with their first birds and where heading for new ones. Let them. I was more than content where I was.

When I came the third time, I was wobbly in the knees. I held onto her rump for a few minutes until my spasming cock had finally given up the ghost. As I slid out, I stretched out my slightly hunched back and sighed. Yeah, this was pretty damn good. It was nice too to have someone who appreciated the little things like this. For the longest time I had felt like I was the only one enjoying himself in this manner.

I went over and leaned against the rail while the other two finished up the ones they were presently pounding away on. It was almost as much fun to watch someone doing it as it was to actually do it. It nearly got me going again, but the fact was, I was finished for the evening. I remembered belatedly about the leash, so I went over and released my girl, smacking her rump and watching as she fled into the flock and was gone.

The next morning, three very tired and very happy men sat around the table discussing the night's previous adventures. I got some teasing for only taking on one, but I admitted to them that she was good enough for my first time. There were several jokes about how I had picked the "ugly" one, which I took with good grace. All these damn birds looked the same.

But the joke was on them.

When we went out to check on the flock, all of them were at the far side, either looking in on the males or sitting in the sun. All for one. One of them came right up to the fence and stuck her head over the side. It was my girl form the night before. I knew this because like an idiot I had undone the leash, but not the collar. She was still wearing it. I came up and scratched her head, but she backed away and began making some strange calling noises.

Bailey let out a grunt. "Well I'll be damned!"

"What?"

"I think this girl has found herself a mate, mate. They only do that to attract the attentions of a male. I think she's hooked on you!"

"Suits me fine. I prefer quality to quantity any day."

I also found out, by the way, that unlike a lot of birds, emus will willing mate several times a day over an extended period of time.

And oh, did we.

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OK. So I let slip mention of a tryst with a Mountain Goat. You people are quick to nail me on these details. So yes, I did do a member of the goat family, so start making your jokes now...

Except the Mountain Goat isn't a goat at all. And if you didn't know that already, shame on you! I'm not here to give you another biology lesson. Let's just say that the word goat is only applied to the animal because of its general looks, and that these sure footed, white fleeced quadrupeds are extremely curious animals that find living in the elevated regions of western North America ideal to their physical adaptations.

But they are not goats.

We can discuss their anatomy and physiology later if you like.

It happened when I was hiking in the Rockies; where exactly I will not say, for even today the news of what I did might spark some outrage. As you'll see I did no harm, which is my motto, but what I did was perhaps slightly unethical. Let's just say that if I had been a bear or some other predator then the matter would have ended in a much more grizzly manner.

Get it? Grizzly!

I'm here all week.

The weather was beautiful, and the mountains even more so. I came equipped for staying out several days, for when the weather was this nice you took advantage of it. It was midsummer, so there was no danger of the worst possible climatic disaster; that of a sudden snow storm, but even a heavy rain while up in the heights of the towering peaks could prove to be an experience a person would not soon forget.

I packed with me a sleeping bag, a small tent, jerky, several gallons of water, and a few other necessities. I know it doesn't sound like much, but I could endure more than I think most people gave me credit for. I made my way for about six miles, climbing ever higher into the alpine biome until my view across the valley below was absolutely gorgeous.

Way off in the distance, and yet on the same peak as I myself was standing, I could see a few white specks. To the untrained eye they might have appeared to be lingering patches of snow, but in these summer months, in the open crags were I spotted them, they could only be one thing.

I pulled out my binoculars and zoomed in on the shapes. Even then, from this distance, they were barely discernible, but their leaps from ledge to ledge proved that my eyes had been correct. I watched them for a while as they made impossible movements across inaccessible slopes where even one wrong move would have seen them to their death.

I was overjoyed at my luck in being so close to these animals, but I had come to enjoy more than just staring at little shapes on the face of the mountain. This time of year there was a plethora of animal species to enjoy, from the little tufted eared squirrels to the various eagles, hawks and other raptors that called these mountains home.

I found a small open area that didn't seem to have anything growing that might suffer from my presence, so I set up my meager camp and relaxed for a while. I wasn't used to the thinner air and my body was letting me know that it wasn't too happy about all the hiking I had been doing. I dozed for a bit before coming to. I'm not certain what, if anything woke me up, but I started with a jerk before getting my head about me.

I was feeling better, for carring all of the water that I thought I would need to the top had been a chore. Now I wanted to make some food, so I built a small fire pit and went in search of some dry wood with which to cook my food.

Now back in these days, hiking was a lot less restricted than it is today. The same went for making fires, but I was wise enough to know how to keep it contained. I had a small folding handsaw in my pack and armed with this I went in search of some dead wood. I didn't have to look too far. The real problem was finding something that wouldn't burn like matchsticks. Up here a lot of the trees were pine, and pine is notoriously fast when it comes to fire. I need steady heat, not a flash in the pan conflagration.

As I was scouring the area for an oak or other deciduous tree, I heard a mild ruckus to one side. I wasn't alarmed, but I was cautious. Whatever it was was large enough to alert my senses. Since I was so high up, that eliminated a lot of potential animals. Horses could never make the grade to reach this site, and other domestics such as goats and sheep weren't allowed on this land. It didn't sound like a puma, for they didn't really make a sound until they jumped you from behind.

Squirrels and marmots were out too. That left only one thing.

I made my way around a large granite outcrop until came to a fairly wide ledge. It was slightly overgrown with vegetation. Here, a few small trees clung to life by sinking their roots into the crevices, at the same time helping to collect dust and other organic material in which to grow. The trees were short and stunted, as befit their environment, and one of them was sporting a big fleecy coat of white.

The animal was struggling against some unseen foe, and I was cautious as I made my way to where it was. I could easily see myself getting kicked off the cliff face by this beast in its desire to be free of whatever was attacking it. That's when I suddenly though of rattlesnakes. I forgot all about reptiles, though the chances of one being this high up was as thin as the air.

I moved cautiously until I could see what the problem was. I almost laughed. This was obviously a younger animal, and one not yet experienced with the variety of hazards its environment held for it. It had stuck it's head between two parallel branches from adjoining trees and had forgotten that it had stuck its head in sideways to get at the vegetation beyond. As matters stood, the thing would perish if it wasn't extricated from its impromptu prison. Death would either be swift, in the form of the aforementioned predator, or else slow and excruciating by dehydration and starvation.

Now, for a lot of you out there, you're thinking that my choice was simple. I would free the animal and set it on its way. But a good field biologist doesn't interfere with nature. He or she observes the world, but in no way seeks to affect it. We alter its course way too much as it is.

I suck at that kind of heartless science.

But...

...here I had an opportunity. I was alone on the top of a mountain with a rarely witnessed, completely beautiful wild animal. I had to at least see what sex it was.

That wasn't all that easy, for the animal was edgy and constantly moving. I didn't blame her, for it turned out to be a female, but even if all I wanted to do way try and release her, I felt that the endeavor might result in both of our deaths. True, she was obviously tired out. I had no idea how long she had been here for this was a fairly remote spot. However the ledge wasn't all that big, and it certainly didn't have a railing around for safety purposes.

I did have a length of rope with me, and I used this to secure myself to one of the small trees. I figured that if nothing else, I'd get a little taste of her before something bad happened. Like I said, this was the wilderness and life and death happened here all the time. Sex with human and vice versa; now that was a rarity.

The rope I wove under my shoulders, leaving me able to drop my pants and shorts. I dodged a backwards kick before I got into position behind her. Trust me; I'm not quite sure why I was even trying this. I guess my brain said it was an all or nothing event. I either did it before letting her loose, or I just let her loose and dealt with the possible regrets.

I'm not much of one for regrets.

I shoved her forward into the branches in an effort to stabilize our position. I could tell she was a bit weak, for an animal her size was normally very strong. I got myself into position, worked up an erection and a little spit and guided my cock to her hole. I doubt she had gone through a breeding yet, for that hole was a tight little bottle neck, and I was the champagne cork.

It took me multiple thrusts before I managed to find my belly against her backend. She had struggled for the first few moments, but once I had forced her tunnel open, she seemed to resign herself to her fate. Perhaps she thought of me as a predator, and this was some sort of strange ritual I did before striking the killing blow.

I hooked my fingers into her flowing white coat and gently worked on loosening her hole up. I was unfamiliar with their anatomy, outside of the basics, so I had no idea how big a male might be when it came to the mating tool. I think that I outranked even the largest of them, so this poor girl was getting quite the introduction to sex. The term I used; bottleneck; was a accurate as you could get. If I had pulled out abruptly, I think there would have been a popping sound.

After a good ten minutes she hadn't lost any tightness, whereas I on the other hand was getting winded and having a little trouble staying hard enough to continue what I was doing. I was in good physical shape, but the thinner atmosphere of the upper reaches of the Rockies was taking its toll on me. Hiking is one thing, but going full tilt on the back of a mountain goat was another. I could see why even she might have trouble in her own environment.

I focused on the feeling, tuning out everything else in an attempt to get this over with. True, I could have pulled out and called it a done deal, but that wasn't my style. I sucked in huge breathes as rapidly as I could, to the point of making myself even more lightheaded. But there is something to be said for sexual asphyxiation. The lack of oxygen suddenly hardened me right back up. I slid back and forth inside that wonderful beast until I thought my lungs would give out. Thankfully my balls did first.

My fingers were tangled in her coat as I slammed away like a old, horny mountain man. Heck, under these conditions, I would have done a trapped Sasquatch and would have been completely happy with it. I drove it home as my cock shot load after load inside her.

Then I passed out.

When I awoke a few minutes later, I was on the ground with sharp rocks stabbing my back.The goat still trapped between the branches of the tree, but her struggles had ceased. I climbed to my feet, pulled myself together and unfolded my little saw. In two minutes time I had severed the branch above her horns, freeing her at last.

She turned and lowered her head. But there was no charge or attack; she just looked at me, sizing me up. I pulled out my canteen and gulped some water, finding my throat to be quite parched from the exercise and the dry mountain air. I saw her nose working the air as she smell the water.

I could have slapped myself. She must be thirstier that I was. I found a slight depression in the exposed rock and poured some in for her. She ignored me and lapped the rock dry, looking for more. I figured they as a species probably got a lot of their water from vegetation, because there wasn't much in the way of springs or ponds way up here. I emptied my canteen knowing full well that every drop I gave up shortened my stay on the peak.

Still it was the least I could do. She had tolerated my intrusion into her personal space, and I in return was giving up my water. There were worse deals struck in the world.

I grabbed the branch I had cut, realizing that some of my weakness was from hunger. A person simply can't go hiking for hours and not expend a lot of calories doing so. I made my way back to my camp, giving her a little nod before I went off.

She followed me.

Seriously. I figured she would have headed back to her herd, or group, or whatever they were called. But no, she followed me back to my camp. Please don't ask me why, because I have no idea. I figured the moment I was out of sight, she'd make a run for it. But no, she came right up into my camp, lay down and watched me. It was like having a well heeled sheep dog...with horns.

She was spooked by the fire, but even that didn't drive her away. I gave her more water, figuring it was the least I could do. If I had to leave early, I would be with the knowledge that I had inadvertently made it with yet another of the wild animals that roamed this planet of ours.

I cooked a little ramen, which was quick and easy, not to mention very portable before proceeding to watch the sun set over the mountains to the west. This whole time she never left, though she did get up and wander around from time to time.

As the sun started to dip behind a line of clouds, I felt a breeze on my face, and I could see billows building along the ridges. Great! The one thing I didn't want to happen was going to occur anyways.

A rainstorm.

I wasn't filled with doom however. My spot was secure, and with a little innovation, I just might be able to recoup my lost water. If that were the case, then I didn't have to call off the rest of my stay. The storm turned out to be much gentler than it first appeared. It came down heavily at first, tapering off to a moderate rainfall than was easily coaxed into my jugs using the awning of my tent.

The mountain goat; well she didn't seem to mind the rain. She stood to one side and weathered it like her kind had been doing for thousands of years. In the morning she was still there, apparently well hydrated from all of the bountiful water the sky had unleashed on us. I was feeling a bit damp, but the morning sun was gorgeous and so despite the copious amounts of moisture I was feeling pretty good.

Biting the bullet, I walked over to the silly beast and rubbed her head. She butted my hand a bit, apparently enjoying the attention. I can't claim to know what was going through her head, but it had to be something fairly significant. For all I knew, they treated humans like they did any other predator. I could find no reason for her conversion. I guess perhaps that little brain knew that I could have killed her and that hadn't. That question is ultimately for the philosophers to ponder.

So. Did I do her again?

Yes. She stayed with me for three days, and she suffered through my oversized cock in her cunt once each of those days. It would have been more, but the fact was, I tired way too easily up here. On the fourth day, I packed my gear and headed pack down into the valley. I was content, for I had been blessed with something I don't think anyone else could lay claim too.

By day two I had started calling her Oreo. Why? Well, their scientific genus is Oreamnos. Oreo was a bastardization of the shortening of that. If you think it's stupid, is sort of was, but I wasn't going to call her Alice, or Betty or anything normal like that. Besides, she had plenty of my cream filing inside her.

She proved to be quite attached to me, for whatever her reasons were. I wouldn't think she could have imprinted on me, not at her age, but the damn thing followed me down the mountain that last day. I had lost track of her part way down and that was fine, for I hardly wanted her getting down into the main portion of the park. In fact, in the end it was me who first noticed her. Several miles down the mountain I came across one of the rangers heading up. I looked a little rough from several days of not shaving, and he asked me how long I had been up there.

I told him only a few days.

We were talking about the storm and how I had fared in it when his eyes focused behind me. I felt a little terror creep into my spine, thinking it was a bear or other less friendly creature. I turned to look and there she was, happy as a clam, tracing my route down the mountain. She closed the gap in no time, coming under my hand and butting it with her head.

The ranger looked at me, then at the mountain goat. Then he looked back to me.

"How long did you say you were up there?"

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     There are some stories that probably shouldn't be told.

This is one of them.

I have no intention of setting down dates, though the location will be easy enough to track down. The conditions surrounding are rather odd, to say the least, but then I suppose that could be said for a lot of my stories. But this is one of several that occurred in places that were not under my control, and therefore subject to discovery and possible retribution; even if ultimately nothing bad happened.

Only In this case, my partner was more than capable of telling on me.

Her name was Koko.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I am talking about that Koko, the rather famous gorilla who once tried to drag an equally famous human into her private quarters for some clandestine nefarious purpose the comedian thankfully dismissed as hilarious. There was a reason she was interested in him, and it's not just because girls like a guy who can make them laugh.

She had gotten a taste once and she wanted some more.

Koko, if you don't know already, was a domestically born gorilla, making her appearance on the fourth of July in 1971. I won't bother mentioning her trainer/owner, other than to use her nickname of Penny.

The idea behind the experiment that Koko essentially became the sole participant in was in teaching sign language to a great ape. To this day there is some debate over how much she really understood, but she was effective in communicating her wishes and feelings using a wide array of gestures. Thankfully, she was never taught one for sex, at least not before I was there. Otherwise, I think she would have told on me; or maybe I should say, she would have bragged about me and gotten us both in trouble.

My purpose in even visiting the place where she was had been nothing more than professional curiosity. I hope you don't imagine that I went from place to place merely for the chance to undo my zipper. If that were the case I would have settled down on a farm a long time ago.

I was curious about this experiment, and along with several others observers, went to spend a few days to see how she fared with her learning. A lot of people were trying to debunk it while others hoped to copy it, but I think that many were looking for something wrong with it to debunk it on religious grounds. It's hard to think of yourself as being superior to other life forms if they can manage to communicate with you in an understandable language of your creation.

What's that you ask? Why not just teach an ape to talk? It's structurally impossible. Humans have a hyoid bone, and this is the single item in our bodies that makes speech possible. So take it away, and there is no capability for speech. But a brain allows for all sorts of communication, and apes are well versed in making themselves understood.

So now, with that detail out of the way, allow me to continue. There were mostly women with Koko, a gender bias that I think was purposeful. No one ever commented on it that I know of, but I think it was done to keep her distractions to a minimum. I mean think about it; a lone female gorilla kept away from her own kind most of the time, going through her puberty and then reaching adulthood? I'm sure she knew quite well the difference between men and woman, even if she never saw any others of her own kind. But what could she ever do about it when she had the urge those hormonal changes caused in her?

I could only guess some of the innovative ways she might have available to her, though I doubt anything like that would ever have shown up in the data being published by her trainer. People tended to ignore that fact that animals had feelings and desires too.

So, where do I fit in? Somewhere right there between her hips...

Yeah, I know. Cut the funny stuff and get to the story. Well, it happened like this.

We were watching her communicate one day, with an assistant signing to her, all the while Koko signing back. She had quite a variety signs and signals, but she seemed a bit distracted. She could see into the room where we were, and she kept glancing over to look in on her admirers. She signed something to the assistant, who signed back, until it looked like the two were in a heated argument. The assistant finally got up and came into the next room, where we were observing.

"Excuse me, but it appears that Koko would like to talk with one of you."

Needless to say, this created a sensational stir in the room. We all shuffled out to the main area, where a pair of gorilla eyes followed us as we entered. It was then that I really paid attention to the fact that the other observers were all female. I mean, it had been a little weird, considering the decade, but not totally weird. Woman had been working their way into the science fields and I was all for it. I knew a lot of smart women, including a few that came close to attracting way too much of my interest. Sadly for them, none of them had that animal magnetism I so desired.

Koko had her face pressed up against the glass, and was making little grunts. The assistant turned and signed to her. She signed back. The woman smiled sheepishly at me. "Apparently she would like to see you close-up."

I shrugged, quite honored at the request for a face-to-face meeting with the one I had come to observe myself. She was in her cage, though that is hardly a good word for it. It was really a room with blankets, toys and it occupied one wall of the main room, with another viewing window in the room where we were seated.

Koko signed to me, but I have to admit I didn't know very much sign language. I had learned a little out of curiosity before coming here, but it wasn't a talent I had any practical use for. I caught a bit of what she said, but some words were unique to her system of signing. The assistant signed back. The gorilla signed again.

"She wants to know what you are. I'm not sure what she means."

I smiled. I didn't know either. "I'm a veterinarian. Can you tell her that?"

"Sure! Where at?"

I told here where I was currently employed. She turned to the cage and carried on a quick conversation. Then she started laughing; the assistant that is, not the gorilla.

"What's so funny?" I asked, confused what a gorilla could possibly say that would be humorous.

The lady was giggling uncontrollably. "She says that you are a doctor. She says that she feels sick."

"I see." If was obvious that she wasn't sick. The only other possibility was that she was curious about me and wanted an up close and personal inspection. It made sense in a way; for she could tell there was something different about me, even if the matter of sexual diversity wasn't a strong point with her. I just wasn't too sure about getting in with her, or even if it would be allowed.

I spoke my mind. "I hear she's a doll, but that's a lot of muscular animal to trust my life with."

The assistant chuckled. She signed something to the gorilla, which made a face and signed back.

"She says that you're funny. Why would she hurt someone as cute as you?"

That startled me. "Did she serious say cute?"

"Well, not precisely. It's a matter of interpretation. She compared you to a kitten. She's always wanted a kitten."

"I see. What would your boss say about a stranger getting in there with her?"

"I don't know. She's let others in before, but she's away at a conference right now. I'm not sure what the repercussions would be."

I shrugged. "Then we won't worry about it. I don't want anyone getting in trouble." At this point I was more than curious about her, having spent a lot of time with her smaller, and much more amorous cousin back at my first job.

But when I turned to head back to my seat, Koko pounded the floor. There was a brief exchange between the human and the ape. The woman turned to me, feeling flustered. "She's says that you are to stay."

I looked at Koko and smiled. I turned to the lady. "Tell her I will for a little while."

That seemed to satisfy the ole girl, for she went back to her lessons. I was intrigued with the way she had learned to manipulate her environment. She had lied, saying she was sick, because she found out I was a vet, which I'm sure translated as "animal doctor." Then she made a fuss when I was going to go back to the viewing room. She was one smart girl.

I sat and learned a little myself, making the hand signs, and associating them with what they meant. It was a lot like normal sign language, but with modifications to allow for her limited association with a lot of silly human concepts.

One that I had to ask about was the one she kept using when she would throw glances my way. The embarrassed assistant told me it was the word for love. I was flattered, but I doubted that she knew the real meaning of that. I was guessing she was associating her loneliness with the need for someone to be close to her, and more importantly, someone of the opposite sex. There was no such thing as a solitary ape. They were social creatures and where she didn't have exposure to her own kind, she was learning to made do with what she had.

"Tell her that I like her too. Tell her she is very pretty."

The lady stared at me. "Are you sure? She might take it the wrong way!"

"Wrong way?" The fact was, I had a devious little plan cooking. Since the leader of this project was away, I might be able to stretch things a little.

"Yes. If she thinks you're mocking her, she might get angry."

"But I'm not mocking her. I do think she is beautiful."

She relayed my message, and Koko hooted and shook. I smiled at her, and the damn girl smiled back. The assistant was flabbergasted.

"She is signing now that she wants you to stay. I think this is worse than her getting mad."

"Why? Would there be any harm in spending the night?"

"I'm not authorized to..."

"When will your boss be back?"

"Not for three days."

"Then I won't tell. And if you won't tell, all we need to do is to convince Koko not to tell."

"I'm not sure..."

"If I leave and she gets mad, she might hurt herself or something worse. If I stay, I think I can take care of myself. I think it might be a learning experience for both of us."

"But I could get fired!"

"Ask Koko that if I stay, will she keep it a secret."

"I don't know if she'll understand that."

"Tell her that she can't tell anyone else about this if I stay."

She did, but only reluctantly. Koko agreed immediately. There was still some reluctance on the part of the assistant, but I think we pretty much railroaded her into doing it. The door was opened to the cage and I climbed in with her. I got an immediate hug. I could have lost ribs with the strength of those arms, but she was very gentle. She pursed her lips and kissed me on the cheek. I was going to do the same but she grabbed my head and planted one right on the lips. I must say, I was mildly surprised, but worse ( for the moment) I found myself completely turned on.

I waited until she let me go, gave a "what can you do" look to the assistant, and urged them to continue as if I wasn't there. Koko had a hard time concentrating, but she got better when I acted like I was learning too. Well, truthfully I was. I figured if I was really going to spend the night, I might need to know a few more words.

I stayed through the afternoon, and when the others left, I was still there, practicing my words and even eating a bowl of fruit with her. She was delighted, sharing from her bowl and taking some from mine. It was at this point that I was seeing the error of my ways. She was very quickly getting attached to me, and I knew that was never going to go over well with anyone here. It wasn't the attachment, but the breakup that was going to have to happen in the morning. I wasn't sure how gorilla's felt about one night stands.

The assistant fretted right up to when she had to leave. "This is highly irregular you know," she said as I waved her away.

"I'll be fine. And I promise I'll report anything unusual to you when you return. Which will be what time?"

"I'll be in by seven. Please make sure nothing happens to her or my ass is grass!"

"I promise that'll I'll do everything she wants from me. At least, as far as I understand sign language."

The place was locked up; including me in the cage with Koko, so neither of us was going anywhere til morning. I was alright with that, and she was downright pleased. I had been gently fending her off the whole time, but once we were alone, I relaxed. I signed the word for hug to her, and she responded by wrapping me in those long arms and sighing.

The poor girl didn't seem to get enough attention it seemed, though I was hardly feeling that was really the case. I think it was a matter of getting the attention she really, really needed. I wasn't going to push matters, but I wasn't going to be squeamish either. I knew quite well what I was capable of, and was curious to find out what she had in mind. This was first time that a partner could actually say what they wanted, or didn't want, in a fairly clear manner. The funny thing was; I would be at the disadvantage this time around.

I was sitting on the floor with her, and I turned and did my best to hug her back. She had the advantage and for a moment she didn't let go. I finally moved a little and she relented to let me loose. However, I wasn't prepared to disappoint her. I shift and got around to her side, and mimicking her species grooming behavior, ran my fingers through her fur until she was a relaxed puddle.

I moved and let her slide to the floor, where I continued to scratch her skin and work over her fur. She was free from parasites of course, but grooming is very soothing to apes, and it helps to build emotional bonds. Yes, I know it was something I shouldn't have been doing, but I didn't see any other choice in gaining her confidence. At this point, I was going for the gold.

I tickled her sides a little and she went into a fit of apish laughter. I couldn't help but laugh too. She signed for me to do it again and I did, working my fingers down her sides to her hips. Her laughter settled down and abruptly stopped when I worked my way to this inside of her thighs. She put her hands behind her head and stared at me, as if wondering what I was up to. When you have this much gorilla staring you down, you make your next move very carefully.

I massaged her thighs, working my way to the point where they met. She seemed to relax again and even hoot a little as I got closer to my target. I don't think anyone or anything had ever had the audacity to get this close and personal unless it was her normal veterinarian while she was out cold. She had the strength to tear your arm out of its socket, so she wasn't a girl you wanted to piss off.

I worked my way to her slit and massaged the area outside for a moment before using my fingers to part the dark skin and expose the vibrant pink hidden below. I cautiously stuck a finger down in it, find it wet and warm. She lifted her head again, watching me as I played with her. Then the head went back down again. It seemed she was alright with this game.

I shifted around between her legs before deciding that it would be far easier to strip now than later. I sat up and quickly unbuttoned my shirt, and then went to removing my shoes, socks and pants. She watched it all with a rapt attention that said this was a novelty for her. She was pursing her lips and making little calls that echoed around the room. I think she would have really gotten off at a Chippendale's show.

She took immediate interest in our anatomical differences, or maybe I should say in mine from hers. She sat up and stared at me, perhaps seeing an unclothed human for the very first time. I saw her eyes go to my crotch, and for the time being her interest in feeling my touch was replaced with touching of her own. I winced in preparation for some manhandling but was pleasantly surprised by the delicacy of her touch. Her fingers wrapped around my stiff cock and pulled ever so slightly on it.

A slight smile came to her lips as she pushed me down and climbed on top. I was never partial to fat girls and Koko was no lightweight. She was a good two hundred pounds if not more, but she held herself up as she straddled me, her ass in my face.

She was sniffing my cock, and I was still hanging on the edge wondering what she would do. As exciting as this sounds, the thought of losing your manhood to an animal, even a smart one like this, was a little daunting. But I felt her sniff once or twice and then she put her lips over the end. Her tongue came out and licked the tip.

I was getting a blow job from an ape!

Yes, I know that she probably had no idea what that was. She was just examining me by tasting. Animals do that sort of thing all the time, but I swear to you now that she kept at it for long enough that I was rethinking my assumption. And since I had her right in front, I figured a little return on the favor was in order.

I leaned up and grabbed her hips, putting my face where my fingers had been before. She was a little musky, but since she was healthy and bathed regularly, it wasn't an unpleasant experience. The first lick I gave her brought her head up. The second had her head down again as she resumed licking my cock.

I was totally taken in by this, but in my sadly over analytical mind, All I could see were potential newspaper headlines; Man Rapes Gorilla!

And yet, this wasn't what it was by any means. She was sitting on me at the moment, and I wasn't going anywhere. Nor did I want to. Her mouth was as athletic as the rest of her, and that tongue and those lips were treating me like a banana.

That is to say, I think she found me ap-peeling.

Sorry; that just had to be said.

I was licking her slit, nuzzling in deeper so that I could engage my tongue. Her backside pressed into my face as I did, and I could feel her toes dig into my sides. Her fingers were locked almost painfully around my legs as she went down repeatedly, more in response to what I was doing than to any real understanding of oral sex.

I on the other hand understood it completely, and I soon had her rocking on my face and hooting to beat the band. I'm sure that if anyone had been around, the noise would have been heard three rooms over. I'm pretty sure that gorillas weren't the sexual powerhouses that their cousins the bonobos were, but if this ever caught on in gorilla society, males might not be dominant anymore.

She eventually gave up on her oral investigation of my crotch in favor of sitting up hooting as I licked her out. She was grinding her ass into my face with enough force to make it hurt. I was therefore relieved when she was. I somehow doubt that great ape sex in the wild was anything on par with this. Considering that males weren't well endowed and the act was usually over with quickly, I think this girl was getting the royal treatment.

She was still twitchy when she rolled off and on the floor, returning to stretching out on her back. Her feet were jerking a little, and her eyes were wide. If I didn't already know the reason, I would have guessed that she had been given some sort of drug.

I was still plenty hard, for just because she got off didn't mean that I had the chance. But even now I was still weighing in the possibility of doing her some damage. Maybe you know it and maybe you don't, but compared to their size, male gorillas have relatively small penises. Humans have the largest in comparison than all the other primates. So despite her overall size, my cock might be more than she could handle.

I know what I did with my little bonobo girl. But different species are built in different ways. This was going to be a reckoning if there ever was one. I mean, after all, I was essentially taking her virginity. I doubt it was a big deal in the animal kingdom, but we're talking ape here, not a donkey or a deer. But if I got in there and it hurt, I had a feeling she was going to let me know.

She was on her back, her legs waving in the air, and a dreamy look on her face. I think she was still stoned from that rush of endorphins. I figured now was as good a time as any and dropped on her, wiggling my cock to get it where it needed to be. It was still slick with her saliva, so I hoped it was enough lubrication to squeeze in.

It was. She was so taken in by the situation that she brought up her toes and grabbed me by the hips and pulled me close. Thus, in the end, the driving force behind driving me inside was all her.

I was rather surprised by both the extreme tightness and the fact that I was able to sink in all the way. I guess I couldn't help but think of her as a big chimp, since that's what I had experience with. Even more promising was the gurgling sound she made. As it was, her toes were presently tight enough on my skin to leave bruises, and she was using her strong legs to push me up and then drop me back down. She needed this far more desperately than I could ever have imagined.

I wisely chose to let her do the work, eventually getting into her rhythm and allowing her to relax the grip from her toes. Thankfully, the situation was such that I could ignore the divots in my flesh to focus on the joy of pounding her into submission. She was big and tough, so submission wasn't a likely scenario. I had a feeling I would wear out long before she did.

I had done a few big cats in this position, but never had I ever done a beast this big in a missionary position except for the panda. But even the panda lacked the sexual energy that Koko had. And the panda never had the ability to dictate its desires to me. Koko was signing in the air, and I was doing my best to figure out what she was saying.

The best I could make out was; feeland good, and the sign for hug. I think she was showing her approval for this very intimate hug. I signed (I think) that I agreed with her assessment. Her hands and feet went down to the floor and she forced her hips up and off the floor a good three or four inches. And damn if she hardly wavered as I pounded it in deep. She was proving just how strong she was.

I drove it home for a good ten minutes before I blew. She held herself up the entire time. When she felt me ejaculate and collapse on top, she dropped down and wrapped her feet and arms around me. It could feel her arms moving, and it took me a moment to realize she was signing. I had no idea what it was, since it was behind my back.

I whispered to her, hoping she understood English. "I don't understand you Koko, but if you're saying that you enjoyed it, that makes two of us."

She hugged me tight and made cooing sounds.

After a little while she relaxed and started grooming me again. She was grunting and making little sounds of contentment as she ran her fingers through my hair. I have to admit that it was both sensual and satisfying. I was looking her right in the face, and while she would spare me the occasional glance, she almost seemed embarrassed now that we were done.

I signed the word for thank you and she stopped and looked at me. It took me several tries to understand her reply.

Her signing was literal, and it took me a moment to work it out. Koko not bad?

I signed clumsily back. Koko is very good girl

Her face lit up.

Stay?

Ouch! Now that was the problem I had feared. No. Koko stay. I leave. Must.

She thought on that. More?

I had to think what she meant. I touch her between her legs. Her lips parted. I signed for what she had said. More?

She nearly vibrated in place.

I smiled and nodded, this time saying it out loud. "Oh, definitely more. But we must be done soon. If we both are too tired in the morning, we'll be in trouble."

I don't know that she understood all of that, but she understood the gist of it. She curved her mouth into a smile and looked me straight in the face. She made a quick sign that I translated as fun and I signed it back. She hugged me again, and while in her embrace, I slipped a hand down to her crotch and started playing again. Her hips wiggled and her hooting picked up in volume.

Her toes found my semi-rigid cock and began to play with it. It was an amazing thing, feeling how nimble those toes were. Unlike humans, gorillas had very dexterous digits on their feet. And despite their leathery look, that dark skin was very soft and supple.

It didn't take long for me to harden back up. She seemed to recognize what that meant and dropped back on her back. I followed right behind her and retook my position on top. Considering how many years she had existed alone, she was a quick learner. I was still thinking however, on what she was going to do once I left. Which was when I spied the banana left over from earlier. The question was, should I teach her something like masturbation?

The answer was, not just yet. Round two had just begun. She was so into this that I think she could have done the sound-over to an x-rated Tarzan movie. Trust me, if we had been in the jungle, the steaminess would have increased tenfold. In fact I had seen a few porno flicks in my day, and this girl had more energy than any of the tired old things that had starred in them. Of course, what we were doing broke all kinds of human and natural laws and if it had been put down on film, even the worst of the stuff on the black market would have looked tame by comparison.

Seriously. A guy fucking a gorilla. No one would ever believe it. They'd be looking for the seam or zipper in the costume.

The only seam she had was the one I was ripping into at the moment. She had her legs wrapped around me and was using her muscles to enhance my thrusts. Ok, in truth she was doing it all herself. I was simply the tool to scratch a long existing itch and she was rubbing it with all the gusto she could muster. It was a good thing I had some pain killers back at my hotel room, because lord knows, I was going to need them come morning.

Oh, it wasn't that bad. But she was very vigorous, to the point that I think she could have given a silverback a run for his money. When I came again, it was very nearly in time with hers. I even lost a little of my hearing for a bit from the volume of throaty yell she let loose.

That was it for me. I rather figured we end up falling asleep, so I got dressed again in preparation for a few hours rest. She seemed disappointed that I covered up the good parts, but I signed "sleep" and she sighed and balled up her blankets into a nest. It was obvious she still had plenty of energy, so I grabbed the long yellow fruit and held it up in front of her.

She signed food, but I signed back fun.

I slipped it between her legs and watched her eyes light up. I knew I had just unleashed a beast, but what was done was done. I pushed it in, and she lay back and gurgled with joy. I took her hand and placed it on the stem and pushed it in and out until she got the hang of it. It was a bit thinker than I was, but with her recent expansion in that region, it was able to squeeze in the entire way.

She got off for the next hour, and I had no way of explaining to her that eventually that banana was going to go even softer than I did. It dawned on me though that her food probably included carrots, with might prove to be a better toy than the banana especially if she tightened up again. Their natural narrow tip was more suited to her anatomy.

We finally fell asleep, but not before I "talked" to her. I spoke and signed, trying to get her to understand that she had to keep this all a secret. I had a feeling the assistant wasn't going to be mentioning it to her boss, and Koko therefore was the only other witness. I think I got it through her head, and we fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.

Come morning, which came all too quickly, we were awakened by the assistant as promised. She looked both relieved and tired. Apparently she hadn't slept well worrying about my safety.

"I'm fine! She's a real doll, and we had a bit of a slumber party, though she is a far better linguist than I am. She's really quite remarkable."

Koko was sitting beside me and was rapidly signing to the woman. For me it was like being able to speech French, but not being fast enough to catch what others were saying.

When it was all sorted out, I guess what the ole girl had said was, that I was a wonderful cuddle kitten and that she wished I could stay. Since we had gone over that, I made a few signs to reinforce that thought. She looked sad, but she pulled me in and gave me a hug. When she let go, she signed thank you and dropped her eyes.

I leaned in and kissed her broad nose. "No Koko, thank you!

Chapter Text

You know, thinking about Koko got me thinking about some of my detractors out there. I don't normally engage in philosophical matters, because neither side has anything much to back them up with in the way of facts. Feelings are not morals. Being a vegetarian, for example, is a choice. We as humans have canine teeth, and they are part of the dental assembly of a meat eater. So choose to eat vegetables if you wish to, but there is nothing to back it up as being natural to our kind. We are omnivores plain and simple.

The same might be said for sex with animals. True, in the basic biology of creatures, like sticks to like. But it isn't completely limited to that, but again, I'm not here to get on my soapbox about interspecies relationships. What I am going to discuss here is a case where human morality, or the lack of it, really comes into play. So here is the question.

Can you rape an animal? The answer is yes.

You can also beat one, starve one, and of course, kill one. Thousands die on the highway in any given week, from mice to moose. People get pets and then don't take care of them or abuse them. So then, how does sex fit into the picture? If the animal is into it, what difference does it make? And the difference, for those unable to find the answer, is that a human is having fun in a way not morally recognized by the greater population, and often based purely on religious reasons.

I have crossed these boundaries from time to time, but in the end, no real harm came to the animals. But what if harm did come to an animal? Where does a person draw the line?

Allow me to enlighten you on what is wrong when it comes down to this little fetish.

Her name was Pony, though since her name wasn't in English, it is more of a translation. Pony is still alive, but she is living proof of taking something way too far. She's evidence that humans can be total bastards. Sometimes killing is a far better thing for an animal than the stuff we can think of to put it through.

Pony is an orangutan. She was born in the wilds of Borneo, and when still a babe was removed from the carcass of her murdered mother. She eventually fell into the hands of a madam who ran a brothel in the forests where there were lumberjacks felling tropical trees. Despite there being a fair number of human girls, Pony became a favorite with the men because she was so novel.

That's right, the men preferred screwing a distant cousin over a normal girl.

That being said, I don't necessarily disagree with their tastes. But here's the thing. Pony was shaved every other day to look more "human", and was chained to a corner with a dirty mattress. There were no records kept, but she was so used to the constant attention that when she saw a man, she would gyrate on the floor as an enticement to draw their attention.

It was all she knew.

And this breaks my heart.

There are limits to which such things should be taken. Playing around with an animal that has some concept of its own existence is one thing, but putting an intelligent creature such as an orangutan through something like that is just awful.

Orang males are known to perpetuate rape within their own hierarchy, but that is not for me to judge. But I can judge my fellow humans who do something as awful as this. The poor girl never had a choice in the matter.

Imagine if you will how many times a day she might have been used, and multiply it over a span of years. The folks in the region were so dead set on keeping her that they would overpower the police sent to free her. It literally took a small army equipped with assault rifles to free her. And that is a terrible thing if you set your mind to it.

So. Now that I've depressed you, allow me to go on a lighter note. Like gorillas, orangs are very gentle creatures, except for the aforementioned ability to rape. But in that case, studies seem to find that it is the only way for the lesser males to make their mark, so one can chalk it up to evolutionary bias, nothing more.

But what happens when, like Koko, you restrict a female from others of her kind? Simple. They yearn for companionship.

My second job, at a bigger zoo than my first, was such a case. They had an orang female named Lucille, after the lively television actress and comedian. I was drawn to her right away just for her solitary life. Too many animals have been forced by budgets and such financial reasons to be mere display pieces and not part of a greater experience.

She was nervous around me at first, which was completely normal, but when I started to spend time in her cage, bringing her food and even cleaning in there, she relaxed. We soon were very good friends, largely because I saw her as more than simply a dumb animal.

Our attachment grew quickly, because unlike the other handlers, I was more than willing to engage in physical contact with her. It wasn't sexual, not at first, but just simple grooming and hand holding. Everyone else thought it was weird until she started to react more. Hell, depression can set in even with animals like cats and dogs. People are so damn arrogant when it comes to stuff like that. Most of the time I think that such shortsighted idiots should just go jump off a cliff; or as mom used to say, take a long walk off a short pier.

Animals can be much more vibrant and aware than we were ever allowing that they could be. That has changed some in the past decade or so, but back in the day, it was still just us versus them.

Needless to say, Lucille got to be very friendly, largely because I was open to giving her more emotion in return for that which she showed me. Any relationship worth its weight is a matter of compromise. It got to the point where she was looking forward to my visits, even if it meant getting a shot, which she hated.

The shots were eventually deleted from her routine after I restructured their dietary program, which was pretty lame. I showed them more appropriate foods for her, and added oral supplements instead of injectables as being less stressful to her and also less beneficial. This girl associated the drastic changes with me I think, and was therefore quite fond of everything associated with my presence. Heck, I wasn't all that happy when it came to getting immunized, so I could hardly blame her.

During the day there was little I could do outside of the socially acceptable patterns I had established. She was getting very friendly, often making me sit and get examined for parasites. Since I was free from them, I would often sprinkle some cooked rice into my hair just to make her happy.

Hey! It was only rice!

The fact was, we got very close. But unlike my earlier job, there was no constant staying overnight at this zoo. I had a house a few miles distant, but there was no one but a security guard who patrolled the place during the off hours.

A few months into the job I had to leave for a week to attend a conference, and upon returning Lucille was in a sad state. She thought I had left for good and had refused to eat. I made a bigger deal out of than I should have, but I figured if I threw everyone into a scare, I might be able to get away with whatever I wanted. And what I wanted was some time alone with her.

I told them I'd stay overnight with her to make sure she ate. I ordered a pizza and had it delivered for me, and one of the guys got me a six pack of beer, so I was set for the night. Everyone thought I was some sort of saint for going out of my way like this.

The joke was on them.

Lucille was of course overjoyed at my return, and that night we shared her food and groomed to our hearts content. I was feeling pretty good after a couple of beers, even giving her one when she showed some curiosity towards the yellow liquid. It was pretty amusing watching her pour it into her outstretched lip. She swished it around in her mouth before swallowing, apparently satisfied with its taste, or else not about to be shown up by the likes of me. Whatever I could drink, so could she!

I decided to strip down, knowing that if I was going to get anywhere with her, it was going to have to be as natural as possible. It wasn't like they wore clothing after all. My undressing was a point of amusement for her, and she took each item of clothing and examined it as it hit the floor of her cage. She sniffed them, and at one point put my undershorts on her head and hooted.

Yes, I laughed. It was funny!

I think she might have been a touch drunk too.

After that however, she got a bit more serious, checking me over and finding my crotch to be supremely interesting. To be honest, I had come straight from the airport to the zoo after I got word of her condition, so I was smelling less flowery than my shampoo normally allowed. So to her, she was analyzing me as I really smelled, which wasn't that strong compared to her normal aroma. But the fact was, I normally bathed daily, and her showers were about once every month.

In her curiosity she even licked my cock a few times, coming up from my crotch with a bit of a smile on her face. She got excited, and from the looks of it, not for any reason she was aware of. It was just a sort of silly grin like; well like this is a new game that she hadn't played before!

I was pretty sure she hadn't had an opportunity as of yet for this game.

She had been an acquisition from another zoo when she was young, to reduce their population a little, and I was very sad she wasn't in a breeding program. Of course back then, there wasn't such a severe decrease in their numbers as happened in later years, but still.

Being proactive is what zoos are supposed to be about.

She was acting very excited before she instinctively dropping to the floor on her belly. Her limbs were spread out and she was wiggling ever so slightly. That position was going to be a bit problematic. It might work well for another ape, but the skeletal proportions of an orang didn't translate over to human all that well. Missionary would have been fine, and even on her side, but this had her cunt too close to the ground.

I didn't fret about it. I figured I'd start things with a little more hands on foreplay, so to speak, and I gently scratched her rump and legs. I made my way down to her ass, checking it out before working lower. There was no question as to her desires, for she was leaking fluid quite rapidly. I almost thought she was peeing, but it was very slick. It was her very own natural lubrication kicking it. I slipped in a finger, and then two, before finally forcing in a third.

She held totally still while I did, except for some grunts as I pushed in to the knuckles. She was going to take a little stretching before I invaded that hole, or there was going to be a whole lot of pain going down in the cage tonight.

I pulled back and shoved again, getting a little deeper, until after a few minutes I was pretty sure she was opened up as far as she was going to go. As it was, she was a wiggle mess on the floor from just my fingers. I had no idea what she was going to do when the full force of what was essentially an oversize penis came gate crashing to the party.

Koko had been fine, and my little bonobo too, but this one was going to be an interesting challenge. I spit and rubbed the tip, got on my knees with my legs a bit splayed, and pulled her back and up onto my lap. She seemed to take direction well, which was good. I got her positioned and worked the head of cock in, pulling back and shoving in repeatedly to help loose her up some more.

She locked her toes against me hips, showing the remarkable flexibility and dexterity of her kind, all the while I was slowly inching my way in. She turned her head to look at me from time to time, but otherwise she seemed remarkably peaceful and content. I was making my way inside at a painstakingly slow pace. I was grateful she was so patient, because if not, I could see where this might have gone terribly wrong. But after about five minutes of firm in and out action, I was finally up tight against her red-haired backside.

I hooked my fingers onto her legs, making sure those long rust-colored hairs weren't unnecessarily tangled in them and started fucking her. I did it not by moving me, which was almost impossible from my present position, but by pulling her against me. She quickly figured out the moves and began doing the moving herself, which made my life immensely easier.

Using both of her feet where they were anchored, and with her hands pressed against the floor, Lucille was grinding into me, occasionally looking back to see if I was approving of her audacity. I smiled at her reassuringly and that seemed to be enough for her. She lifted up a little and began rising and lowering her butt, slipping off maybe half way before plummeting again. I wasn't clear how they did it in the wild at the time, but I found out later that the males are pretty much the ones in charge. Then again, I think she had a lot more to work with with me, and a male of her own species would never have stayed inside for the range of motion she was going through.

She was happily grunting and chirping as her hips moved faster and faster. They reached a peak before she settled down again, and from the brief, increased tightness, I was guessing she had had her first orgasm. I resumed where she left off, pulling her back as she went a bit limp on the floor. I was wishing that I could roll her over, and I disengaged her feet to try.

She complied, and without slipping all the way out, I got her on her back and resumed doing her hole. Her face had a bemused look on it, like what I was doing was weird, but her arms latched together behind my back and she was quite happy to give me a hug and a kiss.

Yes a kiss.

It was an orangutan kiss, but it was every much a kiss as any human could give. I'm sure she had seen plenty of couples kissing from within her cage, and apes can learn, as we have seen, from witnessing others doing tasks. I returned her kiss, and she smacked me right on the lips again. I had to lean in to do it, she being shorter in the trunk than me, but we still did it.

With her on her back now, all I had to worry about was my knees. I let my weight down gently until I was sure she could tolerate it, and then let my hips do their thing. I plowed her for the next ten minutes, and at one point she got her feet into position again and was helping. It was like having two giant hands holding you by t he hips and forcing you to fuck. Of course there was no force involved here at all, but the effect was the same. I finally relaxed, holding myself up on my arms, but letting her do the work with the lower half. It was pretty intense, let me tell you.

I ended up coming in the middle of her body-shaking, cock-driving antics. It was weird to be moving, and yet not in control of that movement. It's one thing to do it yourself, and another for your partner to be moving, but when your partner is moving you, now that's a strange experience. My orgasm hit me off guard, and I was left only with her thrusting my body into hers. I wanted to cut loose, but that would have thrown off her groove. Even as I was ebbing away, she was building up speed, apparently feeling another need for release.

Thankfully she finished before I got flaccid, because I would never have stayed inside her with the motions she was going through. It was like the San Andreas fault had sudden sprung to life inside her. Her face was a contorted mask of mixed emotions, but when she came again, it was with much more gusto than the previous one. I could feel her convulsing around me as her body reacted to the intrusion inside her.

By the time she settled down, I was soft, but still inside her. She still had her feet locked again my side, and her arms around my back. I was praying for another erection, but I had a feeling I was out for the night. I stayed there as long as I could, but eventually I slipped out. She made pouty lips at me, and I smiled and brushed my hand across her face.

"Sorry girl. This fellow is done for the night. But maybe, if you don't eat tomorrow, the perhaps we can do this again."

I crawled over and got my clothing, pulling it on and then heading for the door. But I paused and came back.

"Just because I'm too tired for more sex doesn't mean I have to leave, now does it?"

She just cooed and pulled me close.

Just before I drifted off, I opened my eyes and whispered to her, "Thanks Lucile. Tonight was a Ball."

She didn't get the joke of course.

They found us sleep together the next day. I got yelled at for it, but nothing came of it in the end. What could they do? I had their old girl back to normal, and no one was going to argue that point. And since no one asked how, I never felt the need to lie.

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Many of my other adventures were as equally interesting as some I have already told you about and some are a little less exotic I guess you could say. I mean, how thrilling can it be to talk about your typical farm animals, like sheep, goats and pigs? I mean they're all nice tight fits, but for the most part they are singularly uninteresting in that mankind has bred a lot of the smarts right out of them.

Sheep are generally very stupid, goats not so much, and of all of the above mentioned animals, pigs are by far the smartest. They can often look fat, dull and slow but again, that's a matter of breeding. No one has ever wanted a pig for its brains, unless you were French and then you called it cervelles and often served with buerre noir.

Hey, I like animals, but I'm no vegetarian. My ancestors worked hard to earn canine teeth, and the hell if I'm going to eat carrots just because some hippy is waving a sign that says "Meat is Murder!" I mean it is, but then, tell that to all the carnivores that roam this planet. I'm absolutely sure all the lions and tigers and bears will repent.

Not.

So anyway. Pigs come in all shapes and sizes, from the pot bellied specimens that originated in Vietnam, to the Suffolk of England. But that is hardly touching the diversity seen in the domestic swine. In particular comes a porcine variety from a region not normally thought of for its pigs; a breed known as the Mangalitsa.

Now don't tell me that you've never heard of these guys. I mean, come on, there aren't that many pigs out there that you can call woolly, except for these porkers. They seriously look like a pig in the woolly skin of a sheep.

Well, if you have no idea what I'm talking about look them up. You might be surprised from what you learn.

They aren't particularly a zoo animal, nor is any pig for that matter unless it's a peccary or a wart hog. Both of those species are rather nasty tempered unless raised from piglets. Domestic pigs can also be a little touchy, so even in the petting portion of the zoos you'd never find one up close and personal. They're pretty cute and adorable when they're little, but not always so fetching when they get to be adults.

So then, you might ask, where did I ever encounter a pig that was as wooly as a sheep? Surprisingly it wasn't from world travel, for I have never been to Hungary. It goes back to my college days. Some of us vets can never get enough of having animals around, and I had a friend in the Midwest who had a successful animal husbandry program and veterinary clinic. He handled mostly farm animals, and even then his practice was often restricted to prize bulls, stallions and the like. He had a contract with a breeders association to supply sperm for artificial insemination, and that covered a wide variety of animals.

He had gotten interested in the different breeds worldwide that saw little notice here in the states. I mean, today sure, but they had to start somewhere, right? So his place had all kinds of unusual varieties, and in some cases, I can even say unique species. He was one of the first private owners to introduce a few relatively rare species for his own captive breeding program. But I will get to that at a late date.

I spent a week there one memorable year long ago, and I was amazed at the number of animals he had. I fell in love with several, and I will discuss them in no particular order. Therefore, I am staring with the one I found to be the most unusual to me, and in the end, quite amiable to my advances. She was one of the aforementioned pigs, and she was a big girl, one that could take what I had to give and then some.

While I don't wish to go into a lot on porcine anatomy, if you know anything about boars, they have a thin, corkscrew shaped penis. I did not have such a tool, for which I was extremely thankful. So where I might not reach as deeply inside to give her an in-depth tickle to her cervix, I certainly made up for it with my diameter.

She didn't have a name, as my friend was a somber fellow and not given to being overly emotional with his wards. That's not to say he wasn't a kind and caring person, just that giving names to non-humans was something he wasn't prone to doing.

She was the only one in his collection, as he was waiting to get a male from another source. I told you they were an import, remember? To that end, he kept her with his other sows, but away from the boars to keep the chance of a mixed-breed litter of piglets from happening. She was actually very social and curious, and thus a perfect candidate for a little hanky-panky.

I met her when he was showing me around, and I was drawn immediately to her unusual appearance. People tend to think of pigs as being bare and hairless, but the amount of hair varies. Certainly, peccaries are well clothed in body hair, as are most wild species. We just have this Madison Avenue picture of them being soft and pink.

She was very curious and seemed to take to having her ears scratched, which was both the only real spot I could reach and the only place I was going to let my hands wander in view of my friend. Maybe he was like me and maybe he wasn't. There was no going back once that cat was out of the bag. I had a good reputation and I intended to keep it.

I was staying in the ranch-hand house which was presently empty. I was offered a choice of that or the main house, but I opted to be alone the moment I knew I had that chance. Sneaking out in the middle of the night was far easier if there was no one around to wake up. Houses, no matter how well built, always had squeaky floorboards. If I was alone, there would be no one to hear it.

I snuck down to the barn that night and slipped in through a "window", actually one of the ventilation holes. It was set up high enough that the pigs couldn't reach it, but was wide enough for a man to fit through with ease. I didn't want the noise of the barn door opening. Out here, it was hard to tell how far sounds would carry and I wanted no one getting wind of my actions.

I stepped into a pen with three sows in it, who were staring at me in the dim glow like I was crazy. I stepped lightly out of their pen and into the walkway that divided the pens. As it turned out, I was lucky enough to find my girl still all alone. I climbed over the barrier and let her sniff me, which she did with mild indifference, that is, until she smelled the apple I had brought with me. A bribe can work wonders even across species lines.

She immediately was interested and devoured the fruit in a few quick bites. I had only the one with me, so I moved on to giving her scratches. Pigs often had dry skin, and loved to bathe in the mud for that reason alone, and not because they were dirty animals. When you itch, and you can't reach it, you'll do whatever it takes to deal with it.

As soon as I started, she about went limp. I was soon digging in with both sets of fingertips, working away as fast as I could. Her fur, being curly, hindered me a little, but not entirely. I just had to use short strokes. She seemed pleased with an attention, and I wondered how long she had been waiting for her suitor. From the speed which things seemed to progress from there I'd say it had been a while.

I ended up straddling her back, facing her rear, and digging into her skin as strongly as I thought she could stand. The grunts and hip sways were comical, though the latter were nearly enough to dislodge me from my perch. I ended up leaning all the down until I was laying on her, my hands working their way down to her backside.

In case you were unaware of this little fact; given good living conditions and being treated well will make a pig very amiable towards humans. As it was, the moment I got to her protruding mound and the opening of her slit, she tensed up in expectation. I slipped in a finger, then two, testing the waters. If her wetness was any indication, this girl could have taken on miniature horse. She was big; not that big mind you, but big enough. The point was that there wasn't going to be a problem with me entering her.

I climbed off and stripped, with her staring at me the whole while. I wasn't sure if she was trying to determine the nature of my actions or if she was just upset that I had stopped the fun. I think it was the second choice, for the moment my fingers spread her open, she was as still as a boulder.

And I was as stiff as one.

I worked my fingers in for a moment or two, slathering my cock with her own lubrication, which was slick enough to allow for the aforementioned horse. This girl was ready to go and probably sick and tired of waiting. I'm sure she knew there were boars nearby and was left to wonder why she wasn't getting included in any of the fun. Her wait was over.

I had to get into a good position, which was aided by me wadding up my clothing and using it under my knees. This put just shy of the level I really wanted to be, but there was little else I could do. You have to remember that these animals are built for having sex with each other, not other species. Heck, any four legged animal would have an easier time of it than us graced with just two. Sometimes you just have to make the best of things.

I worked the head of my cock into the seemingly tiny slit and watched as it expanded to take me in. One thing I'll say right now is that it looked like I was going to rip her open, but that her body adapted immediately to accommodate what had to be a much thicker cock that she would normally ever have taken. I mean, I know it was, for I've seen the boar's sex-tool both in situ and in specimen jars back in college. This girl was getting porked for the first time in a manner she would never experience again.

Her furry coat was perfect for locking my fingers into, and I soon had my cock pressed in deep. I can't say she was better feeling or worse than any of my other exploits, for I tended to judge them on their own merits, not how they were as compared to this one or that one. I had boned tighter holes, and hotter ones, but hers was pretty much what you might hope for in a human girl, though never likely to get except the first few times.

I don't mean to be derogatory; though I am sure someone out there will take offense. Animals have a way of maintaining their overall fitness, unless they are given to slovenly and slothful ways. Otherwise, they'll be just as happy exercising and keeping active, which in turn keeps them solid; all the way around. These pigs were given plenty of outside time, and none of them were fatter than they needed to be. And that made this girl nearly perfect for what she was.

She braced herself as I began putting some power behind my thrusts, working her hole over with more passion than any male of her own kind was ever going to give her. Pigs were pretty loose and free with the loving, but not a one of them have what I had to give. She was going to have to measure her future suitor by the standards I was laying down now.

Her grunting was punctuated by the occasional little squeal of delight as I managed to hit a particularly sensitive spot. As it was, her initial immobility was slowly phased out in favor of ramming herself backwards into me, and she was soon going so strongly that I was in danger of getting knocked over. While hardly disastrous, it would have been an unwelcome inconvenience.

I had to hang on for the ride as she tried to do the job I was far better equipped to handle. I was hardly in the position to argue with her, but instead hung onto her fur with a death grip and kept myself plastered against her rump. It wasn't as satisfying for me as a good solid slamming, but I figured I'd let her have things her way. I soon found a little hip action of my own in time with hers was nearly as pleasurable for me as it was for her. I think I looked rather foolish, but then again, in such a position I don't think any onlookers would have used the word foolish. I think they would have used something a little more descriptive...

...like disgusting or illegal.

But what did they know?

She was totally into it, and in fact was beginning to get a little vocal. That wasn't so bad, but she was stirring up the rest of the sows, who apparently felt they needed a little attention as well. The noise was quickly getting out of hand. And there was no way I was up to dealing with that many horny ladies, even if I had the time. I was going to have to make this a lot shorter than I had wanted.

And that was a terrible disappointment.

The problem was I wasn't getting off as quickly as I might have hoped. Under the circumstances, I was beginning to worry that the commotion was going to be waking people up. After a few minutes however the rest of the group settled down, perhaps intent on listening to the sole lucky one in the barn. Their jealousy was almost palpable.

My big girl was rocking her hips wildly, until I finally got fed up with it and slapped her haunches. She froze up, allowing me at least a moment of solid grinding. As it turned out, my rough stimulation of her sides tipped her over the edge into a climax, and from there my ride went from fun to incredible. I doubt a boar would have gotten the pleasure of her rapidly constricting hole due to this thin cock, but I was getting massaged like nobody's business.

It dawned on me later that a boar's front feet would probably be somewhere in this vicinity as he mounted her, and perhaps the added roughness overtopped the scales on the normal stimuli necessary for her to get off. But that's only supposition. No one has ever done a study on the mating habits of pigs; leastwise not at this point in my life. I could presently add a few footnotes to it if there was one, but only under the listing of anonymous.

Her back end was returning to being twitchy and vibrating like an out-of-sync motor. But a lot of the swagger was gone, making my continued pounding a little easier. With the ruckus having died down, I felt a little more confident in finishing her off in grand style. Nervousness always took the edge off of my performance.

Now it was time to grind my sausage like I was bringing home the bacon.

Sorry.

The slapping sound of flesh against flesh rung loudly in my ears, and yet, I hardly felt anything but the tight constriction of her cunt around my cock. And it was wonderful. You must understand that a few animal with equal or greater degrees of tightness were also, at times, structured in a much more delicate fashion. This girl wasn't someone you were going to break or hurt unless that was your purpose. That meant I could put me back into it and neither rof us would be sorry.

I slammed that sweet spot in the middle of her two back legs until I think her hams were going to smell like smoke. But then, her lubrication was so prolific that it was spraying out against me with each forward push. I was grunting away in time to the action, and she joined in, and with that, the rest took up the chorus.

Thankfully I came, and in a big way. I was fucking her so hard my cock was feeling raw, and my balls feeling a bit battered and bruised from the force of my boring, and I don't mean that I found it uninteresting. I was the boar doing my duty, and she the willing recipient of what I had t give. And boy did I give it.

I cried out as my sperm was squeezed through the narrow passage that was my urethra and straight into the depths of the mass that was this lovely, horny pig. I held myself pressed against for her a little while, listening to the restlessness of her fellow barn mates as they smelled the air and grew evermore agitated. I smiled wryly, knowing that even if I wanted to, there was no way I would ever make it through all of them.

I was just contemplating another go at her when I heard faint voices from outside. I had pressed my luck a little too far, it seemed. I threw my clothes on as the door to the barn was opened. Taking a chance, I pulled myself up and through the window above the stall I was in, hauled myself to the outside and ran around to the other side of the barn, the one where I had started.

I hoped that whoever has come to check on the noise was my friend, or at least only one person, because I didn't want to get spotted. I made it back to the door to my quarters and slipped inside. Then, being struck with what I thought was a brilliant scheme, I turned around and went back to the barn, this time sticking my head through the door.

"Is everything OK?"

My fiend turned around and shrugged. "I don't know. I guess so. Every once in a while they get noisy and restless at night and tonight it lasted longer than normal. I thought I would come out and see if anything was wrong. Did the noise wake you too?"

"Yeah, but I wasn't too worried about it at first. I guess it was just one of those things."

He agreed. "Yeah, but you can never be too careful. Pigs are pretty good about protecting themselves, but when they get an idea in their head, it seems to infect them all. It's just about time to get them matched up with their respective boars and then maybe they'll settle down for a while."

I nearly laughed. "True. A good breeding can bring out the best in an animal, even us humans."

"Yeah, that's for sure. Are you ever going to settle down?"

I would have choked, but I was asked that question a lot. "Oh, some day maybe. I just haven't met the right girl yet."

"Yeah, that can be tough. But never give up looking. Girls come in all shapes and sizes. There has to be one out there for you to settle down with."

I was thinking of all the animals right here in the barn, much less in the world in general. "I'm sure your right. I'll just have to keep trying until I find the right one, or until I die trying."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." We both chuckled as he closed up the barn and we returned to bed.

And so, I am sad to say, this ended my pig tail, errr, tale suddenly and abruptly. I would have chanced going back, but there were a variety of others I was willing to risk exposure for. So my furry little pig was left all alone again, waiting for her swine prince to come. I already had, of course, and chances were good it was still dripping out of her. Once was better than never I guess, though I had it in my head that someday, when I settled down to a place of my own, one of her kind might not be a bad idea to have around.

I got undressed and instinctively hit the shower before returning to bed. I had to keep the water lukewarm, because I had managed to rub myself raw in the process of reaming out her hole. This, despite the presence of free flowing lubrication. My cock was raging pink; not quite red, but definitely of a color not natural to it when it wasn't erect. Of course, it had gotten that way because it was erect at the time.

Color.

I chuckled as I rinsed off.

Color was just another word for pig-ment, now wasn't it?

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Horses. Who doesn't like a horse? Oh, I know some of you don't fancy them, but they are magnificent creatures, perhaps one of the best there is outside of felines. In the domestic breeds alone there are all sorts, from Arabians to Percherons to Clydesdales; Belgians, Friesians, Arhal-Tekes, Lipizzans, and...

Well you get the idea.

But what if you had a chance at the granddaddy of them all? Or grand mare I guess you might say. I'm not talking an old, rundown nag mind you, but a horse with a long biological history, going back thousands and thousands of years. It's a horse that was almost lost to us in the present day by some very grievous circumstances, and if it weren't for a breeding program started after World War II, they would have been lost forever.

I'm talking about Przewalski's horse. If you don't know anything about these magnificent creatures, then you don't know horses at all. Nearly extinct at one point, it was only through a rigorous breeding program that they are back with us, and even then, they will never ever be full blooded. My story doesn't have room for a full history lesson, so if you're curious, you'll need to do some reading on your own.

So where did my friend come into this interesting story of species restoration? It was a little known fact that once there were sufficient numbers of the animals a few pairs were doled out, and at the time no American zoos wanted the responsibility of having them. After much paperwork and finagling, my friend was granted a pair for two years or until one foal was produced, depending on which came first.

No one, outside of the government and a few close associates even knew the animals were here. He had the facilities necessary for in vitro fertilization if it was felt that was going to be a necessity. So between the quiet anonymity and the up-to-date facilities, he was granted rights few others would ever have been granted.

They are beautiful animals, and while I almost hate to say this and sound racist, they looked like they were from Mongolia. I don't know; I guess I felt that they looked a little wild and squinty eyed, with a slightly shortened face and the crop of dark mane that stood up from the back of their neck. I mean no offense or disrespect to my fellow humans by my description. It was just an impression that they gave to me whenever I looked at them.

The mare was five years old, and her eventual suitor, was a bit younger at only four. What that meant was that he had to mature a little more before he was going to be ready to mate, while she was ready to go. As these animals had just gotten onto his property a few weeks before, a little delay was within the acceptable parameters of the program.

One must remember that these were wild animals; not from the wilds maybe, but still wild at heart. It took a long time to breed that out. Therefore, approaching them meant moving slowly and carefully, otherwise they would spook. It wasn't a project I would have tackled, but then again, he and I were of two different cuts. Breeding in a zoo environment, with ready resources available was one thing; it was totally another when you were footing the bill yourself. That showed some real dedication.

Both animals came with names, so I have at least that to tell you about them. The male had been dubbed Turgen, and the girl was known as Salkhi. His meant swift in the Mongolian tongue, and hers was wind; as in blowing across the cold, desolate steppes.

They are a smaller statured equine; more akin in some ways to ponies, in my opinion, than to full sized horses. That made what I was contemplating a little more manageable. The problem was going to getting close to them - either of them. I wasn't dead set on the mare, but she would have suited my tastes more. Still at this stage in my life, I had learned not to think too rigidly.

That was my cock's job.

The horses were kept in their own corral and enclosed section in the barn, used mostly for housing "guest" stallions from other stud farms. It was roomy enough for two small horses, though nothing like the environment their predecessors had available to them in years gone by. On the other hand, food was available whenever they needed it, so I guess that in life you make (or in this case were forced into) tradeoffs. They seemed content enough, by my limited human ability to judge such things, so I allowed myself to think it was acceptable. After all, zoos had slowly been moving from mere display arenas to havens for the continuation of many species since my early days in the trade. Half a loaf for these animals was better than none whatsoever.

I tried right away to get their attention, but they both seemed aloof. The stallion clung to the mare more like a yearling colt than a breeding-ready stud, so I knew that he hadn't hit his stride with his full maturation as of yet. That gave me a better chance of coercing her into some action, if I could only get close enough to entice her with my goods.

Food didn't help, and my friend told me that they were both pretty cautious around people. Part of that was likely the travel to get here, which had likely been a long and traumatic trip for them. Even with tranquilizers, a skittish animal will still end up being extremely nervous around unfamiliar people.

There were other horses around though and they seemed to be interested in their cousins on the other side of the fence. That gave me a bit of an idea.

On my third day there I got what I needed. In the clinic part of the barn there was a setup for packing semen into containers before being cryogenically frozen with liquid nitrogen. That was standard protocol and it's still how it's done today. But I didn't need any of that precisely. After all, you have no idea how much that stuff sells for. Dipping into a canister of that would have been unthinkably callous.

All I needed were some scraps.

I dug around in the trash when no one was around and pulled a few pairs of gloves from the techs working with the stallions. Sure enough, they were covered in pre-ejaculate and some small amount of semen. For what I wanted it for, that wouldn't be a problem, for by this point the sperm would have been dead.

I rubbed some on my hand and walked to the upwind side of the enclosure and watched as the mare sniffed the air. Her tail went up a bit and she looked around. Seeing only me she stopped, and then trotting over to where I was, seemed to look past me for the stallion whose scent she had just caught. She came up to the fence and stuck her nose in the air. I placed my hand in front of her face and watched as her nostrils widened and flared as she sniffed the aroma.

I had gotten her attention!

She even tolerated me petting her snout, something one of the local hands noticed. He came over and said with obvious admiration, "Damn! How did you do that? This girl hates everyone!"

"Not everybody. I have always had a way with animals and it appears that my good looks and obvious charm has worked on her too."

He ventured to stick his hand over and in an attempt to pet her, but she snorted and backed away. "I guess she likes you best boss. Maybe you had better stick around and help out!"

"Oh, I'll consider it!" I said gleefully, the allusion to my intentions being lost on this simple man.

I left with every intention of coming back after dark. Like the pig barn, the horse barn had low night lighting for safety reasons. Horses can get edgy and jumpy when they've heard something but can't see it, so outside of giving her full blinders, I wanted to make sure she recognized me when I entered the pen. There was no guarantee she was going to be receptive, but it was worth a shot. I was hardly in the position to force my attentions onto her, but being the sly suitor that I was, I felt I had half a chance at least of getting her where I wanted her.

I dressed in light clothing, something that would be easy to remove and put back on in an emergency, and gathering up the gloves from my little refrigerator, slipped out to the barn. The door had a keypad entry, but I had watched and observed the code so entering by that method of access was secure. I punched in the numbers and was rewarded with a beep and a green light.

I was in and had the door closed again in a few meager seconds. Both horses were together in their indoor pen, snoozing lightly. I slipped out of my clothing and using the sticky coating on the rubber gloves smeared myself with their contents. It didn't smell bad nor was it overtly disgusting, though a little musky perhaps. But then, that was the point; disguise my own smell with those of the stallions.

I moved over to the gate, waiting patiently for her to catch the scent as it flowed across the room. My nose was filled with it, and I was pretty sure it wouldn't take long to travel to where she was. She already had her eye on me, perhaps trying to determine if I was the same one who smelled so intriguing earlier. Sure enough her nose went into overtime and she trotted to where I was.

"Hello girl! Remember me?"

For an answer she snorted and sniffed my hand, moving her nose from open space to open space between the slats as she checked out the variety of smells I was covered in. It was probably confusing for her, as they came from several males, but then again, maybe that upped the ante for me. I reached though and tried to scratch her ears but her nose followed its motion as she parted her lips and inhaled frantically.

She was ready, that much was certain. I had seen the signs and symptoms before. I could almost picture her back end, with her ready-and-willing slit winking like an eyeball in a sandstorm. I undid the latch and entered the pen with her, pushing her back so that I had room to get through.

She whinnied and circled me, sniffing constantly. Her tail was lashing like a cat's, and her muscles were rippling under her tawny hide. I let her go for a moment, but when she turned her back on me, I knew that she had taken the bait. As I had assumed, her hole was wet and twitchy, meaning that she was not just horny, but very likely ready to breed. That was too bad for her, as the male was still indifferent. On the other hand, it was perfect for me. This situation couldn't have been any better.

I was already pretty excited about getting started, and her nuzzling of my crotch only drove me to readiness that much faster. I was just about to ram it in when I remembered my animal behavior lessons. A male examined a female before mounting to check her readiness. While it was an instinctive action, it did tend to prime the female for what was to come. I had never gone down on a mare before, but I figured; what the heck?

I dropped down and placed my face under her tail and stuck out my tongue. The first lick made her stiffen up. I slipped between those dark lips into the pink zone. Wet was hardly the right word for her. Any more moisture and I would have sworn she was urinating. Her taste matched my smell; a slightly musky tang that rolled across my taste buds to make them perk up and take notice.

Something else perked up a little more too.

Since she was into it, I delved a bit deeper into her hole, sliding up a few fingers to work in as I licked her out. She responded by lifting her tail higher. I worked her over for a lot longer than I had originally intended. I was really getting into this, and she was positively reveling in it. I gently pulled on her clitoris with my lips, working it ever more rapidly until she squirted my face with a load of fluid.

It caught me totally by surprise. I jerked back at the sudden rush but stopped myself before I fell over. It wasn't that I was grossed out, only surprised at something I rarely witnessed at such a close range. Mares were well known for their dramatic displays, but having it flood your face was not something anything but experience could prepare you for.

My mouth curled into a smile as I licked my lips. For a wild little thing she wasn't much different than any other of her kind. Mares were often receptive, and when it was breeding time, they were incorrigible. Sadly for them, males were often too quick about their work and over with mating in the blink of an eye.

She was going to be in for a pleasant surprise. Of course I was going to be lacking in size, but I had a feeling that a lot of what amounted to pleasure for a mare was largely contained within the first few inches of her cunt, so I had plenty for that.

I got into position and slipped into that warm space with ease. Despite being able to handle a hell of a lot more cock than I had to offer, she was surprisingly snug. That's not to say that her first time might not come with damage, for it had been known to be a frequent problem with a first time breeding. Luckily for her that wasn't happening tonight.

God was she warm. I pushed in deep and just held myself there for a moment, absorbing the grand feeling of hot, moist horse hole. It was already twitching in the most mind-blowing manner. I dug my fingernails into her tan hair and scratched her sides for a moment, leaning into her body for the full effect.

As fun as that was, I think we both knew there was more to this than that. I put my hips in gear and began slamming away, much like I had on the sow earlier. Neither of them were lightweights, and so a little enthusiasm from me could go far.

She was thankfully locked in place, holding steady as she would have done in the wild. She didn't have the extra weight to support, but her natural instincts told her to remain steady while I worked her over. Taking advantage that, I let myself go, frantically pounding that hot pink hole for all I was worth.

She was nickering and snorting quietly as I fucked the hell of her backside. I had done equines in the past, even if I haven't discussed them much, and they were always a wonderful treat. The only drawback was the size disparity; glaringly more noticeable the larger the specimen got. When you got to the Clydesdales and Belgians, the difference was daunting. But she was nearly perfect; in height, in her overall size and in her willingness.

That hot hole was as slippery as it could get. The stallion was watching us intently, but keeping his distance, since he wasn't in any way coerced into getting closer to the action. He was still leery of me, which suited me fine. I didn't need a randy male trying to horn in on the action.

The front of me was getting coated in a fine layer of vaginal lubrication as I set off her natural production into top gear. There was a little puddle of it forming on the floor as I nailed her hole for over twenty minutes. By the time I got to the point of blowing a load, her head was swaying like a flag in a stiff breeze. I would have held out longer, but she clamped down and had another terrific orgasm, and I rode that wave like a surfer.

I blew my load as deep inside as I could reach and continued to pummel her backside for another minute or so until my cock lost rigidity and I had to stop. I pulled out and dropped to the floor in mild exhaustion. She turned and stared at me, with I think, a reproachful look. I translated as "You can't seriously be done yet!"

I was sucking in air and shaking just a little from the exertion of working her over. She approached me, stretched her head down and sniffed my cock. I was on my back, propped up on my elbows, watching her as she checked me over. I now smelled of both stallion and mare. She seemed to savor the mix. Her tongue came out and she lapped my crotch.

I about came off the floor. Her tongue was plenty wet, but it was also rather strong and I was feeling pretty sensitive. I was still a little raw from working over that sow, if you'll recall. She had her face right into my goods, sniffing and snorting in an attempt to urge me back into action. The spirit was willing but the flesh needed to recharge.

She gave up after a bit and wandered away, leaving me sprawled on the hard floor for a good ten minutes. By the time she came around again, I had worked my cock manually back into some semblance of working order. I stood up and she immediately turned her backside towards me again. Apparently they knew how to do the mating game in Asia!

I slipped back inside, but feeling a little adventurous, I stayed in long enough to get fully engorged, as well as nice and slick before pulling out and hitting her tail hole. It was such an inviting little doughnut ring of dark flesh that I figured I might as well see how she tolerated my breaking of its virginity.

As you can imagine, it was a far tighter hole that the lower one; yet even when she clenched her muscles as I pushed past that dark ring of flesh, I had plenty of room to work. Her tail was a slight problem, but I stuck a bunch of the hairs in my mouth and held it out of the way. She grunted for the first few thrusts, but after that she relaxed and got into it.

I could have gone all night, had I the stamina necessary for such a thing. As it was, I fucked her hard for the next half an hour, until my legs felt like they were going to collapse. My knees where groaning under the strain of slamming that solid back end for so long. I wasn't out of shape mind you. I was simply putting in that much energy into what I was doing.

That hole was driving me nuts. Several times I pulled out to reapply a layer of lube from her cunt, and then right back topside to continue screwing her ass for all I was worth. My cock was really touchy at this point, and holding on, waiting for the climax to strike again became a game of endurance. I'm not saying that I was suffering exactly. It's hard to describe really. It's that feeling of being stuck at the top of the rollercoaster and waiting for the drop to come. As much as I was enjoying it, the sensation was getting to be a tactile overload.

I'm not complaining, not really. The truth was, I just really needed to get off again.

She did first. Her cunt went into spasms from the nerve overload in her butt, and that set off the muscles there, causing her anal sphincter to pucker up and massage me into submission. I picked up the pace until I was expending the last of my resources in reaming her hole with everything I could muster. She let out a whinny when I seriously dug my nails into her hide and went a little nuts on her. By the time I finishing pumping in every last drop of my fluid, I had given my all.

I slipped out of her ass for the last time and slumped to the floor. She turned and came back to nudge me again, but this time it didn't matter. I simple had nothing left to give her. My cock wasn't going to function again until tomorrow, if then.

Her persistence did pay off for her though, for I got up, grabbed a stool and sat down on it. I took my hand and played with her hole, tweaking her clit and working my hand in slowly, stretching her out in a manner I was glad I had not done first off. It took a while, but she gradually loosened up to allow my whole hand inside. I kept my fingers collapsed and as narrow as I could and shoved in ever farther. I eventually got my arm in up to the elbow.

I grabbed her tail with my free hand and began pumping away, fist-fucking her with nearly the passion I had showed with my previous rendezvous. Her flanks trembled as I pulled and pushed; carefully mind you, but with plenty of power behind it. It took maybe three minutes before she was squirting out around my forearm; a combination of my cum and hers.

When she was done I pulled out, stopping only to tweak her clit one more time. She shuddered and nearly collapsed on the floor, but righted herself and wandered to the wall where she leaned against the cement blocks for support. The male came over and sniffed her, turning his head towards me before wandering off to his own corner.

I threw my clothing on and made my way back to my quarters. I jumped into the shower for a few minutes to scrub up and then hit the sheets, sleeping the sleep of the dead. I wasn't on a particular schedule, but I ended up worrying my friend when I wasn't up by ten. I was pretty groggy when I answered the door, but made some excuse about watching the television until the early morning hours and that seemed to be acceptable to him.

After a late breakfast we made the rounds of the barns again, and there was some excitement at the horse barn. Apparently the fluid on the floor, though now dried, was recognized for what it was. There was talk of how the pair must have mated during the evening hours after everyone had left. Certainly, the mare's backside looked a bit reddened and swollen.

I joined in the celebratory handshakes and good wishes, knowing the truth and unable to tell anyone what it was. I almost felt bad, but knowing full well that not all attempts at mating took, I figured their enthusiasm would level out by the time they figured out she wasn't pregnant. It seemed like a dirty trick, but what they didn't know was all for the better.

She came over to the gate and whinnied, and despite the fact that I was clean and fresh from the shower hours earlier, she seemed to recognize me for who I was. I made my way over and patted her nose, whispering kind words in her ears.

"Well ole girl, you take it easy. And don't expect too much from your boyfriend there. He only knows one trick, and heck, he hasn't even learned that one properly yet."

She snorted and bumped my hand. I heard in the background, "See boss, I told you he had a way with her."

The stable hand was right. I did. But I wasn't ever telling them my secret!

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Thinking of that fuzzy sow got me thinking of another experience I had, back in my younger days. It concerns an animal not at all related to a pig, but still was one that shared some manner of appearances with it. It was a tropical creature, and within all the meaning of the word friendly, was as amiable a creature as you could find.

She was a Malaysian Tapir, with a pattern of black and white reminiscent of the British Saddleback breed of swine. I keep comparing her to a pig because quite honestly, I have found that a lot of people have no idea what a tapir is. That's a shame, because they are a very interesting animal, normally shy and reserved, living as they do in thick jungles.

This one was in one of the zoos I was consulted on to do some work with an entirely different species. I was always on my best behavior when working somewhere that I wasn't familiar with, and this time was no exception. It was a nice zoo, one of those regional ones that had a few oddballs used to attract visitors who might not come otherwise.

Her name was Polly; a stupid name for a tapir, but she was named via a contest so who was I to complain? I doubt she answered to it. It wasn't in these animal's nature to answer to their names unless they were very well conditioned to it.

I was immediately drawn to her for two reasons. The first was her species hadn't been crossed off my bucket list, though back then we didn't have such a thing. It was just a to-do list. Secondly, I knew she could handle me and then some. If you've ever seen a male's penis you'd know what I was talking about. And while the whole thing was never meant to be inserted the entire length, it was still a notable thing to see.

The point here is that a male tapir had a hell of a lot more to give than I did.

As was typical, there was no male around for her, for a lot of these little zoos just didn't have the breeding facilities. That was too bad. There has never been a point in having an animal but not breeding it, especially for the rarer specimens. Still, for me this was an opportunity for a little conquest, assuming I could swing it.

She was in a pen by herself most of the time, though she was allowed to mingle with a few other native species within one of the zoos exhibits. They at least understood her shy nature, and didn't force a lot of display time for her if the crowds were too noisy.

Thankfully, I was able to lie about needing to spend some time overnight observing the animals I had been called in for, so staying there during the nocturnal hours proved to be easy. However, since I had no reason to be in her enclosure, that wasn't going to be as easy. It turns out it was a good thing I was athletic. A knotted rope over the side of the pit separating her living space from the observation area worked perfectly.

But I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

I was given the introduction to Polly only because I asked about her directly. Tapirs aren't the rarest of zoo animals, but they are far more scarcely held in captivity than elephants, rhinos, camels and giraffes. It is in part I think, due to that they are generally timid and unassuming. Elephants are noisy and big, rhinos imposing, and giraffes amazing and almost comical in their appearance. Poor tapirs are just quiet and unassuming.

She fit the bill perfectly. She had been hand raised at another zoo and sent here while she was still young and showed absolutely no fear of people. On the other hand, it made sense for she had seen no other of her kind once she had been separated from her mother. She easily took food from the hand and was content to have her skin scratched lightly. She would be perfect for my lusts if I could only swing it.

It was the swinging it part that got me thinking of the rope idea. There was no way I was going to get the key to her enclosure door, and there was no way I was going to ask for it.

The security guard made rounds twice, though on my first night there I learned quickly that he actually stayed in his office and watched television most of the night. Since the tapir was normally a very quiet beastie, I figured all I needed to do was to be out of sight. She had a spot inside that she could access anytime she wanted, so all I had to do was lure her there.

Armed with a small bag of apples and a thick rope I had purchased earlier that day from a local hardware store, I made my way to the horizontal metal bar that provided both a railing and a barrier to the viewing public. It was set in concrete, and dropped on the other side about ten feet; from there it sloped up to the grassy area where she was most often seen. I have a feeling it was originally designed for holding bears, but in a place like this, recycling pens was a very common ploy to get the most out of their available space. I had done in the past, and it was a hell of a lot cheaper than planning and building a new one.

I tied the rope in an out of the way spot, climbed down it and settled on the concrete bottom. There was a glow coming from the security lights above, so I could see to make my way up to the top. Finding her wasn't difficult, because in general, these are nocturnal animals. She was wide awake and quite curious about the odd intrusion into her domain.

She soon forgot about me when she smelled the apples. Her nimble, prehensile nose found them easily enough and I fed them to her one by one. After that we were perfect friends. I scratched her hide from her neck to her rump. When I got down to her truncated tail, I rubbed downward gently until I got to her hole. She had a sizable slit, with small but pronounced lips, making her even more like your standard porker. Size-wise though, she was much larger than your typical pig, but not outside the realm of their upper weight limits.

So, before I go on, we need to have a quick biology lesson. Tapir males have an extraordinary penis; both in its overall length and in it construction and use. The tip flares out a bit oddly, and the whole thing can be several feet long, and in some cases nearly a third of the animal's total body length. I had nothing to compete with that.

On the other hand, he had quite the chore getting it where it needed to be on account of the body structure of the species. His cock was quite flexible and he could manipulate it with bursts of muscle power that controlled, to a certain degree, the rigidity of it. It was an evolutionary adaptation that seemed a little ridiculous, but I guess you went with whatever worked.

The nice thing was, because the male had to take extra time just hitting the right spot, the females were very patient. That led me to hope she would be equally patient with me, assuming she was interested at all. The fact that she was motionless as my fingers explored her slit spoke volumes, and the further evidence of her willingness was to be assumed by her holding that posture as my questing fingers slipped inside her.

Fitting in was going to be easy, as I assumed it would. I backed off for a moment to undress, tossing my clothing in a pile. Thankfully she was of the right height that positioning myself wasn't going to be a chore. I came up behind her, making sure she was up for this, and since she refused to budge, I assume we were a go. I spread her open and slid in without a bit of trouble. She was hot and wet and I quickly had myself pressed up against her nice and tight.

She was a solid chunk of animal, and no matter how much force I put into it, she remained steadfastly firm in her stance. I liked that. It made my life a whole lot easier.

She very promptly began producing copious amounts of lubrication, to the point that it was dripping down onto the floor as my vigorous pounding forced it out. I have no doubt it was another evolutionary necessity, as many of the bigger animals, whose male had large cocks, did the same thing. I doubt any of these girls wanted to be walking around bleeding from a dry insertion.

With me there was no such chance. I was far smaller than what she could handle, and that didn't seem to bother her any. And while she might have been motionless on the outside, she was displaying some wonderful little movements on the inside. I know everyone thinks that animals are so bland when it comes to their sexuality, but that's because no one has shared the experience with them to know. Tapirs, like equines, seemed to be quite capable of enjoying sex. I would hope so for all the trouble the males have just to get inside a willing girl.

As I plugged away on her, I had my usual train of thought, and that was how sex was often over so quickly for most animals. I knew it was a survival mechanism, for nothing would prove to be a more ignominious death than being killed whilst screwing your sweetheart. So all you guys out there who blow a load quickly, don't feel bad. You're just still following the old protocols meant for your survival.

Some of us have just evolved past that.

She was getting into our little tryst; that is if her internal reaction to my stimulating her nerve endings had anything to say about it. For my part, I found her enjoyable, but not in my top ten list. But then, I hadn't figure she was going to place near the top. Anything that could take a cock the size of her male counterparts wasn't going to be all that tight. Still, she managed to be scintillatingly enticing in the way her insides trembled and shook as I rubbed against the slippery walls of her cunt.

She held still while I expended my energies getting off in her hole. I probably should have been nervous, doing something like this at a strange zoo, but we were out of the way, hidden from view, and since it was nighttime, I figured the guard was either engrossed in his programming or else completely asleep. It was nice to be able to relax while dallying with your female of choice.

I eventually blew a big load into that warm, moist hole and just kept chugging away. I hadn't had a chance to dump any of my bodily fluids in a while, and it seemed a shame to waste the chance to do a few more before the night was over.

Enjoying this though I was, I had to admit a tighter hole would have been more gratifying, so with that in mind, I lifted her stubby tail and considered her other offering. It looked a lot smaller, which equated to being much tighter. I pulled out and lined up higher, hoping for the best.

It took no small amount of rubbing and pushing to get in, but once I was there I slid in just as deeply as before. And it was, as I had predicted, a much tighter hole that the lower one. If she was suffering any discomfort from my intrusion, she didn't let on for she still maintained her stance as before. I got a secure hold on her haunches and unleashed an attack on her ass.

It took about five minutes before her muscles started to constrict. At first it was a seemingly reflexive thing, probably on account of the friction and the fact that it was normally an exit. But after a while the muscles began to rhythmically contract, and I had to think that it was some sort of orgasmic reaction. Anatomy and physiology had a lot of things that weren't yet understood, and many of them likely would never be studied considering their propensity for causing embarrassment.

Can you imagine a paper entitled, "The Propensity for Sexual Orgasm in Tapirs via Rectal Stimulation?"

Neither can I.

But it seemed to be good for her, and it was especially good for me. My nails dug into her hide as my hips repeatedly slammed into her, reaming her hole for the first, and probably the last time in her life. I wasn't so confident of the other, for maybe sometime in the future she might get matched up with a proper male. I could at least hope for it. But anal wasn't likely to ever be n the menu again.

I fucked her ass for the next twenty minutes before I felt that wonderful tightening in my loins. The first had come too easily so my second was going to be glorious. I held it back as long as I could, basking in the ever tightening feel of her sphincter. She was even beginning to grunt in time to my thrusts, which at the speed I was going meant she sounded like she had a severe stutter.

There came a point when holding back was no longer an option, so I relaxed and allowed my cum to spill forth into her bowels. She was shaking slightly by this point, and her insides were a mass of twitches and good vibrations. I almost wished I had a nice big dildo to pleasure her with, but that wasn't an item I was likely to be purchasing anytime in the future, and she wasn't big enough for me to treat her like a horse. Fisting was out of the question.

I pulled out a few minutes later, marveling at the amount of fluid that had continued to drip out of her during our little bit of fun. Tapirs could really produce the juice when they needed to, which is another fact you'll probably never see in print anywhere else. There was a puddle of it underneath us, and most of that had come after I had poked her in the butt. Apparently she was more sensitive there than lower, or else the increased friction on account of the tightness provoked a greater response from her. I really don't know even to this day. Repeating the experinace has never been possible, much to my regret.

I pulled on my clothing, heedless of the smell and the stickiness, gave her rump a pat and went out into the enclosure. Thankfully I wasn't completely out of my head for I just happened to see movement up on the viewing area. I ducked and froze even as Polly followed me out. A flashlight beam settled on her flanks and I heard the guard say, "Hey girl!' before turning off the light and walking away.

My heart was racing faster than it had during out love making! I got myself together, slipped over to the rope and scaled the wall in seconds flat. I then undid the knot holding it in place, wrapped it around my shoulder and slunk off to where I was supposed to be.

The guard showed up a few minutes later, which didn't make me happy, but he never said anything. I was worried about the smell, but in a zoo, everything ends to smell a little musky, and if he noticed, he didn't seem to associate it with anything in particular.

It was then that I thought that perhaps I should curtail my desires before they got me in trouble. I thought long and hard on it, but in the end I just couldn't force myself to... tapir off my amorous activities. They were just too much fun.

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 Ok, so the same zoo that had Polly displayed one other oddity, and she too was on my list of girls to do. Unlike the tapir this female was tall and leggy; but the thing that put her on par with her rival was that she was another normally shy, retiring animal.

The zoo had an okapi. I always liked the species in part because in the earlier days of my career, you simply didn't see them. Now I know of several zoos that keep them, but back in the day, they were a rarity, just like the tapir. It was always lions and tigers and bears.

Oh my.

So what is an okapi? I have heard a few people over the years disparage the poor creature, saying it was nothing more than a mismatched amalgamation of several different creatures, but I like to think that it is a suitably unique and beautiful animal. Ascribing its looks to a child's drawing is just rude.

Okapis, if you are unfamiliar with them, do look like God took his leftover parts and threw them together. The legs seem to belong to a zebra, with their black and white stripes. The flanks are brownish running to black, and the head, fading to white around the cheeks, seems more akin to that of a giraffe or a donkey.

In size, they are more formidably built than a lot of mammals, and yet far smaller in their dimensions than the largest of the warm blooded creatures. I would put them equal to the equines in that department. Overall they aren't as large, only reaching up to 800 pounds. They can stand upwards to six feet at the shoulder, so making it with one takes a little ingenuity. Then again, it was nothing a sturdy crate couldn't cure. That is to say, if the girl could be coaxed into dallying a little. I had a feeling that a lot of these penned up wild animals were a little pent up in their needs. Food, water and shelter only went so far to satisfy the cravings nature inflicted on them.

A sure sign of boredom and a dull daily routine is evident in the well worn paths a lot of these animals leave as they pace the perimeters of their pens and she was no different. To some degree this couldn't be helped, but it still made me sad whenever I saw it. In wolves it can be blamed in part on their natural habit of protecting their borders, but in an herbivore it meant sheer boredom. Zoos only have so much space for their animals. It was going to be up to me to infuse some new life into her and cure her blues.

Unlike the tapir, this girl's enclosure was far easier to access. Like I've mentioned before, zoos sometimes built displays for one animal, and after it expired, were pressed to use it for something else. In this case, the back of it had one of those fake stone walls that climbed up about thirty feet in the rear, and was then detailed with shrubs and plants to make it look "real". Yeah, they never did look natural despite their best attempts. Still, I guess it was better than plain concrete.

My point in this observation was the obvious flaw in the design, which made climbing into the pen easy, assuming one could get to the top. A quick investigation into the rear showed a locked access door and a built in utility ladder. Not something I would have done, but back then people were more trusting and generally deserving of it such faith. The ladder led to the top of the wall and a small ledge. I wasn't too sure what it had been for, but it suited me perfectly at the moment.

I wasn't sure how she was going to take to a stranger dropping in on her, but I figured I'd play it by ear. All the stories you've heard from me have been what I would call successes, so you probably think that everything always went my way. That's not true, but why tell you a disappointing tale about how things went wrong? There's no fun in that for either of us.

When facing a unknown, it is always best to have a plan. Food is always advisable when approaching a timid lady, and since there was a sleeping spot for her away from viewing, all I needed to do was coerce her into it and hope for the best, just like before. The fruits were in a worn but tough old crate straight from a local producer. I hoisted it up with a rope, and once I was at the top, lowered down the other side. I tied off the rope and climbed down. The noise wasn't much, but it was enough to pique her curiosity. She was waiting when I hit the ground.

She was giving me a quizzical look; not showing any fear, but remaining equally wary. I was an intruder into her domain and despite the gift of apples, she was sizing me up. I stuck my hand out to her nose and she sniffed it delicately. Then that remarkable long, prehensile-like tongue snaked out and licked it.

It was warm and wet and it gave me an idea. To be totally honest, her tongue was longer than my cock. I could only imagine teaching a couple of these girls to give each other a little loving on their own, if there had been two of them around of course. I have a feeling they would have scandalized the visitors on a regular basis with their sexual antics.

I handed her an apple and while she was busy with that, I dropped my clothing and tossed it in a corner under a bush. Grabbing the crate I walked over to her sleeping quarters and she followed with that unusual giraffe-like gate they had. Her head was above mine, but her supple neck easily craned down to investigate me and my gifts.

I dug my fingers into one of the red skinned orbs and let the juice drip onto my cock. That tongue lashed out and was quick to remove every last drop. I pulped the apple until it was dry. Me, well I was getting pretty worked up with that slippery glossa having its way with me. If there had been some way of making her continue I would have done it in a heartbeat. As it was, I went through one more apple before reluctantly giving it up. I knew there was something better waiting for me.

The object of my desire was a darker slash traversing her dark rump and thus I had to move. I left her front end with the remaining apples and move carefully along her flanks, patting her as I went. I didn't want her startled when I started poking around in her rear.

I gently grabbed her swinging tail and held it still while I probed around with my free hand. She hardly moved when my questing fingers pried her open. She was obviously used to the vets poking around her. My finger tips found that she was plenty moist; enough for me to easily get inside her with no additional help. The next step was positioning the crate and hoping for the best. A girl this size was something that had to be handled on her terms. If she wasn't up for it, nothing I could do was going to convince her to hold still.

As it turned out, she proved to be a little skittish at my odd position at her butt. I tried to calm her down with a little petting, scratching across her rump with my nails and trying to find any itchy spots. Nothing can make you friends with an animal faster, outside of food, than finding those spots they can't itch themselves. I worked over the root of her tail and she immediately started to shift back and forth, arching up into my fingers.

So far, so good. I scratched her until a little pile of dried skin wafted down to the ground. Despite her good health, any animal tended to develop areas of dryness, and right now she was all about getting some relief. Now if I could just convince her to get some much needed attention to her non-dry areas.

I took my other hand and worked it back inside her, tickling her tissues as gently as possible. The combined attentions to her backside seemed to placate her, enough for me to really get in as deep as my fingers could go.

She was lubing up nicely, though whether it was a conscious thing on her part or just her body's reaction to the prodding I couldn't say. I believe I've mentioned before that back in the older days such matters as animal sexuality weren't a topic for discussion or investigation even among most sceintists. People applied human morality to the issue and therefore found any curiosity into their mating habits to be nothing short of voyeurism. Heck, just recently I was reading about Captain Scott's expedition to Antarctica in 1912 where he witnessed all sorts of bizarre behavior among the Adele penguins. They did everything from necrophilia to homosexuality and rape. His notes were considered so shocking that they received only limited publication at the time.

Anyway, getting back on topic, this girl was coming around nicely. I don't think she had ever had any sexual advances, not from her kind and certainly not from mine. While I was pretty certain I wasn't the only guy doing stuff like this, the number still had to be pretty damn low.

The longer I played the more receptive she got. I spent a good twenty minutes fingering her, getting her wetter and wetter. I stopped only when she was dripping from her production of love juice. If she wasn't ready now, she would never be.

The empty crate made a quick change of locations as I grabbed it from her front and placed it behind her. I stepped up on it, wiggled a moment to make sure it was fairly secure, and when properly convinced it was, dived in for a little fun.

I lifted her tail out of the way and pushed in. My cock slid in easily, meeting no resistance whatsoever. And best of all, she held still for me. The only thing she did was turn her head back and stare at me as I started to pound away on her backside. She flared her nostrils and snorted at my audacity, but otherwise declined to react.

I was fine with that. I doubted that I had the length and size comparable to what a male could offer, so just like with the tapir I could do pretty much what I wanted. There was no way I could do her any harm. A small stallion probably could have done her without her suffering in any way, though that scenario wasn't ever likely to happen. Still, I wondered what it would look like. I had heard stories from a few fellow zoo vets about some of the strange partnerships forced cohabitation had created. In my case, it wasn't ever forced. I loved every minute of it.

This okapi girl was everything I figured she was going to be when I first laid eyes on her. She was strong and remained an immobile lover during the course of the evening. Once I got going she seemed to relax and go with what I was doing. It wasn't until a day or two later that I learned she was only about two years old, of breeding age, but definitely without any experience. It was much later still that I discovered that males of her kind lasted less than a minute, often going for half that time. Even with multiple matings, that didn't add up to much. And the girls, once sexually mature, would go into estrus about every two weeks. So this girl just might be riding the high tide of hormones at the moment. I wasn't about to drown my opportunity by not taking full advantage of it.

I fucked her hard. Just like Polly, I took this girl with all my might and still could have poured on the power without her taking harm or insult at my actions. I think a lot of females in the animal kingdom were getting gypped when it came to sex, but I wasn't the divine planner who came up with all of these arcane rules. Some animals did it for long periods and others got it over with quickly. Us humans, we seemed to have to whole thing wrapped up nicely in regards to variety and staying power.

I'd say I was tops when it came to the variety part. I doubt any other human has had as many different partners as I have had. Everyone was is impressed upon my memory like acid on glass.

I nailed her hole for a good twenty minutes before I cut loose the first time. The crate was rocking back and forth, working itself into the dirt as my momentum and weight drove it into the ground. My grip on her flanks as the only thing keeping me tight against her as my hips moved with blurring speed.

My grunts were quite audible as I finished off inside her, my breaths coming in rasping gasps. I sucked in air to fuel my tiring muscles, resting just long enough to clear my head. Then it was back to pounding away. This second time I slowed it down a little, intent of getting a good feel for her insides. While it can be said that one vagina was just like another, the fact is they varied not only in their general dimensions, but in their structure and general construction.

An okapi's is very much like an equine's, and yet they were subtly different. An equine can express a lot of feeling in their holes, with their winking and a fairly strong orgasmic response. An okapi can only manage a dim reflection of that, probably because they rarely got a chance to have sex long enough to express it. But I could feel her responding to my abuse (such as it was) and her walls gently and rhythmically began to contract in time with my prodding.

It was a wonderful feeling, for she was a little loose for what I had to give; not unusual considering her size. A juvenile half her height would have been perfect, and also probably an impossibility in finding anywhere around. I knew enough to be content with what I had in front of me. So the mild little convulsive squeezes were a pleasant and unexpected bonus to our little bit of fun. I slowed down even more in an effort to gain the full sensory experience of her tender and willing flesh.

I even stopped at one point as her body began to tremble a little. We had already been going far longer than she and her male counterpart would have been going, so it seemed likely that I was pushing the right buttons. Just for fun, I ran my thumb along my buried cock and worked up a load of lube and carefully pushed it into her ass. She didn't even flinch as I ran it around her sphincter until it was loosened up. Having fucked Polly (the tapir) that way had given me the idea to do this girl the same way, though sadly, it wasn't likely to be. A taller crate might have worked, but I didn't have any but the one I had brought.

I had to be content with rubbing the inside of her ass with my thumb, something which seemed to delight her even more than my cock in her cunt. I'm telling you, a lot of animals seemed to derive as much pleasure form the back door as they did the proper route. I can only guess it was as much an evolutionary response to the occasional and accidental intrusion into the hole during normal mating as it was anything. Any female who could take it and still hang around for the real thing had an advantage over those who didn't. And we all know how bad males can be at hitting the mark.

I joined that thumb with my other one, since I didn't need to hold myself still while I worked. I soon had her ass spreadable and relaxed. I so wanted to hit it, but my perch on the crate was a little precarious, and it had sunk an inch or too into the soft dirt floor of her sleeping area. So I continued to massage her until the inevitable happened.

She collapsed.

I doubt that in the history of the species a female had ever had all of the buttons pushed at once, but like those finger puppet toys made of string and beads, all at once the tension when out of her body and she fell to the floor in a twitchy mess.

I was left standing there stunned and nearly knocked off my own feet. It freaked me out for a moment until I saw her vibrating like one of those old football games. She hauled herself upright onto her knees and sat there panting like an overheated dog.

I hardly skipped a beat. I got down behind her and pushed into her ass with a grunt. It was a little slice of heaven. Not only was it tighter, it was as well lubricated as her cunt. As I got into position and started to slam away, I could feel my balls slapping her other hole, and her the sound of flesh striking flesh quite well within the confines of her area.

Let's just say that for the next half an hour, I bored her out, reamed her good and screwed her until she was probably going to be walking funny. And the whole damn time she just held still and didn't move. What she did do was grunt, not in time to my thrusts, but a constant, low throaty sound that was unlike anything I had ever heard before or since. It was almost like that of a calf looking for its mother, only much deeper and throatier.

I kept at it until my knees began to burn from holding the slightly squatty position I had to maintain in order to be level with her rear end. Her tail hairs tickled my chin from time to time as it swept across my chest like some oddly animated metronome. It merely sent shivers up my spine, which in turn triggered another orgasm inside me.

I felt it boil up from deep within, build up with uncomfortable pressure until it came raging forth like a diesel locomotive. With a final burst of energy I leaned into what I was going and rammed it in hard as I slammed against her rump for all I was worth. When my balls cut loose it was with a satisfying release of cum that made my frame shake from my head to my toes.

I lay there panting again, barely able to move and even less willing to try. My knees didn't want to support my so I had to succumb to gravity. I slid out and ended up kneeing on the dirt behind her. I patted her flanks and then rubbed them lovingly.

"Not bad girl, not bad at all."

When I finally managed to stand, I moved around to her front to make sure she was doing alright. She eyed me curiously, perhaps to say, is that it?, and leaned her head out towards me. I instinctively grabbed her ears to rub them when her tongue came out and began licking my crotch. The sensation was like electricity and I'll tell you know, I wish I had had it in me to hold out to another climax. As it was, I could only take a few minutes of it before I pulled away. It was just too much to take after fucking her twice.

I grabbed the crate, stepped outside and got my clothing back on. She followed me like a little puppy. I would have laughed out loud if I had thought it advisable, but remember, there was a guard and he might just actually be doing his duty. So instead I stifled it and caressed her nose and quietly told her what a wonderful little lady she was. As it was, I had to fight off that incredible tongue of hers. In the end, more to satisfy me than her, I told her that if she was patient I might have time to drop in the next evening. I was pushing my luck making such a decision, but this place was pretty quiet at night.

And I kept my word. I might have gone back and done Polly, but her enclosure was a little trickier to get into, while this girl's was relatively easy. We changed up how we did things though, and I apologize for not taking the time to elaborate. Let's just say that I tried a few other things over the course of the next evening in an attempt to not duplicate what we had done before. There seemed to be little point in repeating myself.

I didn't want to be accused of being an o-copycat kind of lover...

Sorry.

I couldn't resist. 

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So far you've heard me regale you with tales of all of the unusual animals I've had encounters with, but that likely leaves you thinking that those were the only ones I had anything to do with, and that's just not true. Let me tell you about a time when I had a fling with something a little more;, shall we say, domestic.

It all started when I got a call from an old friend who was interested in getting a dog, but one he could breed along with having as a pet. He discussed his idea with me to see what my opinions were on the various breeds he was considering. I told him the various problems some of them were prone to and he thanked me profusely before hanging up.

I forgot about it almost immediately.

I heard from him again well over a year later. I had considered looking him up around this time because I was going to attend a conference in his area and I thought that maybe we could hang out a little. He was glad to hear from me, but he was apologetic about meeting up because he was going to be out of town for the first few days of it. But he did offer a solution of sorts.

"Hey, why don't you come stay at the house? Everything is stocked up in the pantry and you can save some cash. Hotels around here aren't cheap. And besides, you can keep an eye on Myra."

"Myra?"

"Yeah, that's my dog. Remember when I told you I wanted a dog? Well, I got one!"

Oh great... I was going to be dog sitting while I was supposed to be relaxing. But the offer was suitable to my meager needs. I could handle a dog easily enough, even if it ended up being a yappy little snotty-nosed thing.

I drove the four hours there without incident, pulled up to his house, got out and knocked on the door. My summons was met with a loud, deep woof. I recognized the sound almost immediately as coming from a sizable dog. A curtain was pushed aside and a black and white canine face appeared.

My friend opened up the door. Myra nearly broke the hinges on the screen door as she galloped out to meet me. She was a beauty, and oh was she BIG! I think she was a good three inches taller than the standard Dane. I immediately remembered my warning to him about Danes and their susceptibility to having hip dysplasia.

"Really Bill? A Harlequin Great Dane?"

"Oh, don't be mad. She's a perfect doll! She's been nothing but wonderful since the day I bought her."

She was at that. Not only was she still puppy-like in her ways, she was a very beautiful dog. I don't know that I have a favorite breed, but I was instantly smitten with her. She was a little too energetic for my tastes, but he assured me she would settle down soon enough. She was simply elated at having someone new around.

We went inside and sat down.

"Sorry to desert you like this, but when you said something about coming over, I figured maybe we could trade favors. With you staying here it solves one of my dilemmas."

"And that is?"

"I didn't want her to go to the kennel because she would have caused a disruption there."

"As big as she is, she'd cause a disruption anywhere!"

"It's not her size that's the problem. She's just coming into her first heat and she'll drive the male dogs crazy. This way she can be home where she won't get into any trouble."

I felt a bulge form in my shorts. I suppose that depended on his definition of trouble. I was suddenly glad I had taken him up on his offer.

He grilled out for supper, showing off his well manicured back yard. I was rather surprised he was able to keep it so nice with such a brute as Myra running around, but there were only the faintest traces of her presence there. Apparently they took very long walks together, enough to tire her out for her not to be destructive to his landscaping. Thus, I had my work cut out to keep her busy during his absence. I didn't think that was going to be too much of a problem.

She had her own couch, though she did like it when other people sat with her. My friend apparently did, but not all the time. He didn't want her to feel neglected from attention, but he knew better than to have a big dog destroying his furniture, even if the damage was done inadvertently. So having someone new to show off her private piece of furniture just about made her glow with pride.

After supper, Myra grabbed my arm in her big teeth and dragged me to her little corner of the living room, made me sit, and then proceeded to lay her head on my lap and fall asleep.

"Looks like the old girl has really taken to you!"

"Yeah, I guess she has. I don't suppose she gets many visitors?" I was implying that he wasn't dating, and he certainly wasn't married.

"No. I'm busy a lot, and I have this trip tomorrow for work so she only sees other people at the kennel. But we do alright, her and I." She perked her ears up and then relaxed back down on my lap.

Well, he didn't let on to anything kinky, which was too bad for him. I don't think he even thought twice about her perfect size and her present condition. Tomorrow he would leave and I would see if she was going to be into anything sexual. Trust me, with a dog this big, if they aren't interested, they'll let you know.

That night, while I was sleeping in the guest bedroom, I heard the door pushed open and the creaking of the hinges. I wasn't alarmed, but I was a bit wary. In the light from the hallway beyond I saw a big head and then, in the next moment, a pseudo-stealthy paw pressed down on the bed. In the next instant an incredibly large dog was laying next to me, doing her best to not disturb me. How she managed to not knock me onto the floor I'll never know, but she got comfortable on the narrow mattress before falling asleep. Me; I took a while longer. With her being so close and relaxed, I wanted to check her out, but if things went south I didn't want any commotion waking up my host. I contented myself with having a few lurid dreams over the course of the night.

I was awakened by a wet tongue on my face. I knew where I was and all, but I gingerly opened my eyes for the sole purpose of not wanting her to go into overtime with it, like some dogs are prone to doing. I was half afraid she was going to go all crazy on me once she knew I was no longer slumbering, but she desisted, got down and trotted out of the room. She thus left me a little dazed.

I waited a bit to follow her; long enough I would say for me to pee and let my cock loosen up. I hardly wanted to give anyone the wrong impression. Or maybe that would be the right impression. Either way I guess. Still, there was no point in alarming my host.

He was dressed and ready to head out the door. "Have fun!" I called over the top of a steaming cup of coffee."

"You too! And don't let her bully you with her size. She's a real softy on the inside"

I didn't say what I was thinking, which was that I hoped she wasn't too soft on the inside. I liked them nice and firm. As I didn't have to be at my destination for a few hours, I decided to forgo my shower for the moment, just in case I was going to be in more need of it later on. Once his car was gone, I turned to the Dane and rubbed her head.

"So girl, should we get a walk in? I don't think I should try anything fancy with you until we've gotten to know each other a little better."

At the word walk her ears perked up, she ran to the hallway and came back carrying her leash and collar. She was one smart girl, that much was evident. I had no idea where they normally took their constitutional, but she knew. I simply followed her at the end of the line as she dragged me for block after block. I think we covered two miles before she looped back the way we came. By the time we hit the house, she was ready for a rest.

I undid her collar and went to figure out where it was normally stored. I came back to find her on her back on top of her personal lounger. She cut a rather comical figure with her size and all, but I took the opportunity to sit down on the edge of the couch and rub her belly. She delighted in it, even when my fingers worked their way a little lower than what might be considered her abdomen.

She had been laying there with her eyes closed, but when my fingers reached their ultimate target, one eye came open. Trust me; I was watching her face the entire time. She didn't move, not at first, but apparently was waiting to see where this new form of petting was going. I spread her lips apart, exposing a brilliant pink slash that glistened in the morning light.

Her tongue rolled out as my finger slipped into that moist recess. One back leg twitched a little as I carefully worked it in. My finger was dry, so I had to allow her own lubrication to do the job for me. Eventually, I was in up as far as my finger could go. I played around inside her, rubbing and caressing her insides until that back leg started to quiver like the pen of a seismograph.

She was ready alright!

She was poised pretty well on the couch for doing the missionary position, though she might find it awkward. I didn't know how she was going to react to something much bigger than my finger sliding up inside her, but I figured the worse that could happen was that we were going to have to change positions if it didn't work. They don't call it doggie style for nothing. So, playing it by ear, so to speak, I slowly got undressed, fingering her as best I could to keep her just as she was. Luckily for me I had kept my clothing to a minimum this morning.

I climbed on top of her, still doing my best to pet and caress her. She was delighted in the attention I was lavishing on her, and seemed eager to play the new game I was proposing. I spit in my hand and rubbed my cock, knowing that a male dog was already a bit damp to begin with, and hitting her with my dry skin might hurt. I wasn't about to do anything to comprise the situation.

I had an awkward moment as I held myself while guiding my cock to her hole. She waited patiently as I rubbed it around her opening, trying to get it to fit. I knew it would, but this position was actually a bit more tricky than if she had been standing.

I was finally successful in getting the head started. I braced myself with my hands on the arm of the couch and lowered my hips against her, forcing it in. Her eyes widened as I pushed, but she remained as fixed as the cushions. Only that back leg twitched.

I buried myself deep, grinding it home to the full depth. I could feel her tightened up around me, but she still held perfectly still. I knew my weight wasn't going to be a problem for her, for I was holding erect my upper half. The lower portion of my body was going to be using gravity to do a lot of the work, and so I immediately went to doing what I do best.

I pulled back, held it so that just the head of my cock was inside her, and then dropped back down like a stone. My pelvis collided her hers, forcing the couch cushion down even more than it was already. I let my weight hold me there for a moment before repeating the motion.

She started licking my face rather frantically as I continued on. Her expression of sensuality made me a little stiffer, so I thought, and that was a considerable accomplishment under the present conditions. Then again, she was as snug as a male could hope for in his partner. She might weight in excess of a hundred and forty pounds, but she was presently sized up like a German Shepherd.

And yes, I am quite familiar with the breed as well...

Myra was soon rocking in place, getting the groove of my motions and matching them the best she could from her mildly awkward position under me. Her leg was still twitching, occasionally raking my leg as the tic grew more rapid and regular. All at once she clamped down on me and she clamped down hard. I wasn't about to stop, so I had to really push and pull as her body quivered under the throes of her first orgasm. The friction was intense, even with all of the lube she was spilling out, and in no time I too was adding my fluids to hers.

I simply let my body relax as my cock pumped her full. Without moving so intensely, I was able to feel her every squeeze and contraction as she reacted to having just been reamed out for the first time in her short life. I lay there as the minutes ticked by, feeling her convulsing inside and relishing it with all of my being. After a while, and when she showed no signs of subsiding, I contemplated moving, but it dawned on me that dogs locked up for hours sometimes. She didn't appear to be in any distress from our position, so I remained where I was.

After about fifteen minutes, by which time I had managed to normalize my respiration, I started moving again. I can't emphasize enough how erotic her internal massages were at this point. She started licking my face again and even put her paws on my shoulders. I found that to be a little disconcerting, but outside of some superficial claw marks, I came away without any real damage.

I fucked her for the next hour before I blew again. By this time I was nearly exhausted. She wasn't - not one bit. I finally pulled out and rolled onto the floor. She was on her feet in a second and had her tongue at my crotch, lapping away like she had never been fed in her life.

I just couldn't take it.

"Myra!" I yelled, pushing her away. My cock was already a little abraded and sensitive after two bouts. I couldn't take another right now.

She didn't seem dissuaded by my reprimand, but she stopped working on me and proceeded to lick herself clean. Cum was dripping out in copious amounts. I was going to have to remember that so that I didn't do her too close to when her owner was going to return. I was contemplating having a difficult time with her as it was. I had a feeling she was going to be on me like flypaper until I left. I didn't need a reputation, even if I happened to deserve one.

I showered quickly and headed to the hotel for the conference. It was hardly worth talking about, but I stayed at it for several hours that afternoon before getting back to the house. Myra nearly busted both doors down before I could get the key in the lock. As it was she managed to rip down one of the curtains in her excitement.

"Jeez girl, chill out!" I said with a laugh. She just about knocked me back out the door in her exuberance. I got inside and was going to get her some food, but all she had was a nose for my crotch. I think that if she could have talked, she would have been repeating over and over, "Sex, sex, sex, sex!"

Sadly for her, she had to wait, I was hungry, so I made a sandwich, then reconsidered and made two. Hers was gone in an instant, but I ate mine slowly, and followed it with a few beers. I knew she was ready for more, but I wanted to have the energy to last as long as I possibly could. I figured this time I was going to be on my feet and that was going to take a little more stamina.

I got underdressed right there in the living room, and she cavorted about with joy. She nearly knocked over a lamp and a chair in her spritely ebullience. I led her outside, knowing full well that the fence would keep out prying eyes, assuming of course that we kept matters quiet. She hadn't made even the slightest peep earlier in the day, so I figured we were safe.

She was watching me expectantly, and I was more than ready for another round. I came up behind her, grabbed her hips and freeing up one hand, guided into her again. Her legs stiffened up like iron bars as I pushed against her, driving in solidly for another bit of fun.

Her lips were swollen, and while normal for her condition, I had a feeling they were even more sensitive than earlier, just as I was. If you think a few hours had worn off the mornings activities, guess again. I was still overly sensitive, and this was only going to add to it. My eyes just about rolled back in my head as I thrust into her. Her head tipped back and I thought she was going to let out a howl, but she just rotated her eyes to look at me.

I think that if she could have spoken, she would have said, "You made me wait hours for this!"

I didn't make her wait any longer. I pounded that pooch for all I was worth, and a half an hour later of muscle-fatiguing fucking, I blew a wad into her so fiercely it hurt the entire time it was erupting from within me. I was the one who broke the silence out there, not her. I cut off my cry just as it was escaping. I hardly wanted the neighbors to hear that!

I leaned against her backside as she kicked in with her own climax. Again with the tightly constrictive hole, massaging my cock as if looking for more cum. I was sure I had it in me, but at the moment it was all I could do to stay on my feet. I let go and pulled out with a pop before hitting the ground on my knees. She whipped around and lapped at her backside for a moment before trying the same thing on me. I was so tired I didn't try too hard to stop her, but the sensation was causing me to jerk each time her tongue hit my cock.

I laid out on the ground as she worked over my crotch with her tongue. I kept wishing she would stop, but she wouldn't let up. By the time I was able to sit up and push her away, I was hard again. I figured if I were to do this again, it might as well be in the house, where we could assume the position we had taken in the morning.

I led her to my bedroom, patted the mattress and called her up. She didn't even take the time to think about it. She was up there and on her back like the good little bitch she was. I climbed up on top and went back to work. I had no trouble slipping into her this time as she was as oiled up as a greased pig. I eased my body down and kissed her nose.

"You're going to kill me Myra."

Her reply was to lick my face again. Apparently she didn't care what I had to say, as long as it was accompanied by action. It made a certain amount of sense really. When dogs mated they tied the knot, figuratively and actually. So she wasn't getting enough action with just what I was giving her. I was going to have to try harder. I hoped I had it in me.

This time I put my arms around her back, like you might with a human lover, and let her lick my face and my ears to her heart's content. It was a little distracting, have no doubts, but I soon got over it. I had my full weight on her and it was a lovely feeling. I was going slowly at first, still waiting to catch my second wind. She tolerated my deliberateness with mild indifference, looking forward to when I cut loose on her yet again.

I found her behavior to be a little annoying. It was obvious that she had it bad, worse than any other animal I had so far encountered. This was a bit early in my career mind you, so I didn't have a lot for comparison. It left me wondering just how far I could go with her.

You see, I had cleaned up after her in the morning during our walk, so I knew damn well she could take it anally. The question was, was she horny enough to enjoy it? Only one way to find out.

Lube had dribbled down to that hole anyways, so I pulled out and repositioned my cock right to her ass. I pressed against it and I slid in without a hint of trouble, either from that particular hole or from her. She might as well have been gifted with two vaginas with as easily as I penetrated it. I slammed it in to the hilt and still nothing more than happing lapping at my face.

I figured; what the hell! I was soon building up a head of steam for this round, as her happy compliance with my rather dirty and abrupt hole change hadn't fazed her in the least. Her ass was just as snug as the front, and I took advantage of the situation because there are very few animals who can tolerate a reaming up the rear.

I eventually sat up and re-positioned myself to get a better placement for going to town. I pulled her legs up and got to where I could really nail her hole with unabashed energy. She managed to keep her legs tucked in, so I let go with one arm and slid my hand down to her cunt, slipping in a finger and rubbing the ridge of bone the crossed the gap there. I could feel my cock on the other side as my finger worked her over as deeply as it could go. I only let up when I felt my load rising from the depths. I wanted to shoot it while bashing away at full tilt.

I had to grab her legs again to keep her from moving forwards on the bed. I could feel the one twitching again as I cut loose with everything I had. To tell you now would be a bit premature, but the fact was, by the time I was done she couldn't walk straight.

I pounded her with a passion. I fucked her ass like it was the last time I was ever going to have sex (it wasn't). I plumped her tailhole for all I was worth and then some. By the time I was done, I could feel her shaking in place, rattling the whole bed with her quivering tremors.

I lay there on top of her, feeling her pounding heart racing nearly as fast as my own. Given enough time, I deflated and pulled out, but not before she let loose a whine and licked my face. I scratched her head and chucked her chin.

"It was fun for me too girl, but I think we need to call it a night."

I let her outside again, where she urinated. There was a touch of red in it, though whether from her being in heat or from the sudden abuse her body was getting I didn't know. She certainly wasn't acting too much in distress, outside of the obvious wobble in her legs. She came back in and lay down on her couch. I flipped on the television and sat with her, petting her head and telling her what a good girl she was.

That night she slept with me, and I even got through the night without being required to do more. But the next day, now that was different. I may tell that tale later. Just know that big dogs can mean big fun, and we'll let it go at that for the moment. By the time my friend returned, Myra and I had bonded. Call it puppy love if you will, but the fact was she tired me out to no end. And I do mean...dog tired.

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You know of course that I'm retired now. In my later years I did a few odd jobs that were offered with good pay, including a stint on a major dairy farm a little over a decade ago. How it came about was simple enough. It was back when there was a scare involving bovine spongiform encephalopathy, otherwise known as Mad Cow Disease. Needless to say this affliction posed a serious threat to a lot of agricultural markets and as a precaution a number of mega dairies were employing quarantine specialists to look over their herds.

I was initially indifferent, for I find domestic cattle to be largely uninteresting. Some of the more exotic species might be considered curiosities for their appearance, such as gnus, yaks and water buffalo, but overall their size alone makes cattle unlikely candidates for anything more than grist for the milk and meat market.

As it turns out, one of my compatriots recommended me to the chief operating officer of this particular (and unmentionable) company, and so desperate was this corporation to have someone qualified on hand that they quietly doubled their initial cash offer. The money was so good I just had to take them up on their proposal. Despite this I still dreaded the upcoming experience.

With you knowing my propensity for experimentation, I'm sure you're scratching your head over why I might feel this way. Well for one, the job required being with the cattle every night for a solid month. That was twelve mind numbing hours of sitting in a barn, locked inside to reduce the risk of accidental pathogen transfer until the shift was over. It was then hitting the showers for decontamination before finally heading off to a bare-basics room to sleep until the next shift.

As it turns out, the barn I was assigned to had a mix of mother cows with their calves. Normally the young would have been sent out for the veal market or some other purpose, but with the scare running high in the media, this place wasn't taking any chances. Every animal on site was under lock-down until it they were found to be free from contamination.

My first few nights were as bad as I figured they would be; doing periodic temperature checks on all of the animals as well as ascertaining their reactions to sound, light and physical stimuli. I'm sure they were as annoyed by the constant bombardment of prodding and whatnot as I was in doing it, but since it was what I was getting paid for I did my job as best as I was able.

For the most part, the cows were a part of the greater herd of Holsteins used for the production of milk at the farm. Once a cow gave birth, she was separated from her calf and put into milk production for the next few years. And as I have said before, nearly three quarters of a ton of bovine is hardly an interesting thing to consider screwing. They are too tall for easy access, and to be honest, unless you were hung like a horse, doing them wasn't all that interesting. So I dismissed the idea early on as being completely impractical, unexciting and pointless.

That was until I was taking the temps of one of the calves. I know I have mentioned doing juvenile animals in the past, and so you would have thought that the idea would have struck me a little sooner. I think I was a little disgruntled at being here in the first place, so I was blocking all the interesting possibilities from my mind.

It was one female calf that got me going in the first place. Every time I came to take her temperature she wiggled her ass as I pressed the thermometer in and held it in place. The first few times I ignored her, but eventually I found myself intrigued. I mean, a sexually mature cow is able to be bred after around two years of age. This young lady wasn't even close to that.

After completing rounds one night I made my way back to her. Her mother was asleep, but she was still on her feet, eyes half lidded in the dimmed lights. Normally the place would have been dark, but the management had decided to leave the lights on low as to forgo disrupting them with regular intervals of flipping on the full overhead lights.

I came up to her and patted her rump, mildly startling her to full wakefulness. She turned her head to look at me before dropping it back down. I could sympathize. Sleep was a rare commodity here right now. I rubbed her rump, scratching at the base of her tail, making her hindquarters do a little dance. Animals always loved to be scratched in those places they couldn't reach on their own. And a few inches lower was yet another place she would never be able to reach.

I ran my fingers over her rectum, the spot she seemed particularly sensitive at. I stroked the tender flesh there until her head came up again and she turned to look at me. I think she was wondering how it had ended up to be temperature taking time again.

Instead of the thermometer though she found what slid inside her was a little larger, softer and more animated. I lubed my finger and worked it is slowly, just to see how she would react. I was mildly concerned that if I startled her she might get noisy, which could send the whole place into an uproar of mooing and lowing. That was definitely something I wished to avoid, even if the barn was sealed off.

As it turned out she simply arched her back and shivered a bit as I ran my finger in a circle, loosening her up for what I was presently contemplating. The more I picked up the pace, the more she seemed to get into it. I finally had enough of the foreplay and sat down on one of the stools to remove my pants, putting my boots back on due to the general condition of the floor.

This was a dairy barn after all.

She proved to be the perfect height, which was nice for me. An adult is too high for such things without a stool or some such thing, which then makes the whole thing dangerously unstable. And as I mentioned, probably not all that much fun for the amount of effort involved. I was well equipped for doing what I did, but it would take a hell of a lot of cock to have a cow even begin to notice you were inside her.

On the other hand, shrink them down to size and now you were talking my cup of tea.

A good dose of lube applied to the tip, a solid push and then I was in. She gurgled just a little and looked back at me, perhaps wondering why the thermometer had suddenly gotten so long and thick. I pushed in, shuddering a little myself at the pleasantly warm and tight feeling her backside was giving me. I was still keeping my prejudiced opinion on the adults, but the youngsters had possibilities, that much was for certain. I did a few experimental thrusts to see how she would handle it before looking around the dimly lit room at all of the other potential candidates.

If I restricted myself to the rectum, it meant that every one of them was open to investigation, including the handful of bull calves. Then again, at this stage of their life, there was very little difference between them, so who cared? I pulled my gaze back to the one who was presently receiving my careful and loving attentions and went delved a little deeper into matters.

Her big brown eyes were staring back at me intently, probably still confused as to this new turn of events. I scratched the base of her tail some more, told her she was a good girl and began picking up the pace. It didn't take long for her to arch her head back in the "oh-that's-the spot" sort of gesture. If you've seen animals scratching themselves against a tree or post then you know what I mean. This little girl was wagging her back end almost enough to make this liaison difficult. I was glad she was into it, but she was large enough that I could hardly restrain her to make it easier for me to stay inside!

I quit scratching her tail to get a grip on her; one hand grasping her tail while the other latched onto her flank. That seemed to settle her down. I suppose I was inadvertently supercharging her nerve endings with too much stimulation. I simplified what I was doing, limiting our connection to that single spot where our bodies overlapped; this in an effort to not overdo things. This was her first time after all.

We dropped into a nice steady rhythm after that, with her holding fairly still while I plowed away in that deep, pink, wonderfully tight little hole of hers. She would occasionally make a little grunting noise, but overall she was quiet and meek, once in a while turning her head back and looking at me as I worked her over. I can honestly say that I was very surprised by her complacent enjoyment of our tryst. Immature animals are rarely reported as being sexually receptive in any manner. Then again, I highly doubt anyone had ever considered investigating it.

What a shame.

I was going to have to definitely do an impromptu study while I was here to see what percent of those present were equally interested in such things.

All the while I was following this train of thought my body was working up a sweat as I molested the backside of this little bovine cutie. The barn was warm and the air circulation had been minimized to cut down on possible airborne contaminants. The heat didn't bother me, not one bit. My cock was surrounded by far warmer than mere air, and I was going to be generating even more of my own before the night was over.

I pounded on her hole for a good,long while, savoring the feeling of her virgin little ass for as long as I could take it. It was becoming spastic; spastic to the point of orgasmic, and thus driving me crazy with the strength of those pulsing contractions. There's only so long you can hold out before your body overrides you and lets loose of a torrent of cum. I pumped her full and didn't stop thrusting until my cock finally lost rigidity. By that time she was grunting and shifting on her feet enough to disturb her slumbering mother, who opened sleepy eyes and turned her head in my direction. Outside of what seemed to be a mild reproach in her eyes for waking her, she seemed content with what we were doing and went back to sleep.

I pulled out of her throbbing ass and as I did my cock was followed by a sticky string of cum before her sphincter closed back up as tightly as it had been previous to our encounter. I wasn't going to be ready for another go right away, but I was curious about her other opening. I lubed my finger and stuck it in her cunt with a firm push. She jumped forward a little and grunted in alarm. So this was a bit of a fluke then. She liked one hole but maybe not the other right now. There was some scientific logic to it, seeing as the anus was already prepared for its duties and her vagina wasn't. Still, I thought that we might try it anyways, and if not with her, with one of the others. If I've learned one thing over the years, never judge animals from a single specimen.

Since the chances of anyone entering the barn were next to none, I didn't bother getting my pants back on. It just seemed like a lot of work when they would likely be coming off again in the near future. I could have sat down for a bit, seeing as the next rounds weren't up for a while, but I opted to grab the lube and went from calf to calf, sticking my finger in their respective asses to see which ones reacted in a positive manner, or at the very least, not in a negative way. I wasn't into doing any of them any harm but I was certainly going to satisfy my curiosity on this subject.

One of the males responded positively to my questing digits. Like the young heifer before him, he appeared to enjoy the feel of my fingers massaging his insides from the outside. I made a note of that and went around checking the others, and in doing so got myself aroused once again. It's funny how the normal routine of doing this it carried no real sexual connotations to my mind, but now it was affecting me entirely differently; once I was looked past the veterinary aspect of my job. My point is; from fingering all of these tender little asses, I had a raging hardon ready for more action.

So I made my way back to this aforementioned calf.

I lifted his tail high, pulling firmly enough to slightly stretch his rectum, to which I generously applied lubrication. From there it was only a matter of sinking into that delicious pink flesh and going at it until I blew my load. His hole was a little narrower than his cousin's across the barn, thus making entry a little more challenging and therefore much more pleasurable for me. The head of my cock spread his hole open at such a sluggish rate that it nearly made me impatient. However, I had no intention of causing him undo pain or stress by just ramming it in like I didn't care. I wasn't that sort of person.

His rear legs quivered as I made my way inside, until with a slurp and a pop I was in. I pressed home my advantage until I had no more to give him. The muscles in his ass twisted up as they tried to deal with the sudden expansion of their capabilities and limits, so I was content to hold still and feel these pleasurable nuances until his body adjusted.

He shifted his stance a little to counteract my weight pressing against his rear, but outside of this he remain motionless. I have to admit that I was becoming increasingly intrigued by the possibilities in this. Like I just mentioned, no one had ever considered the possibility that juvenile animals had any sexual feelings. Overall, it was assumed that those only arose after they matured, but I was thinking that maybe this "fact" was mere ignorance on the part of the scientific community.

Considering all that would be involved in determining this, I suppose that like any other sexual liaisons between humans and any other species, the facts would be lost amid the furor over such frowned upon acts of bestiality. Oh well, I guess that like a lot of things I did, this was one where only I would know the final results.

That was completely acceptable to me..

This little future-bull was taking what I was giving him like a total champ, even when I started to work a little harder on his ass. I had a hold of his tail with both hands and was using it to steady myself as I unleashed a rampage of vigorous attacks against his innermost depths. He grunted and snorted as I pushed him forward with each thrust. All the while, his maternal partner snoozed on, heedless of the activities going on right next to her. Cows are pretty complacent, so even if she were awake I find it unlikely that she would have shown much distaste for our early morning fun, except maybe for the disruption to her nocturnal slumber.

The calf was stoically riding out my antics like a reversed case of bull riding; with him dealing expertly with my bucking and cavorting as I did my best to get off. Well, I guess that's not the best analogy, but I think you get my point.

Having blown one wad not that long before, the second was slow to come. This wasn't a serious problem other than that I was a bit older than in my younger days (logically of course) and my stamina wasn't what it used to be. Staying up late at night was for the more youthful generation. So I slowed myself down, conserving energy and making this rump-roasting into a long, drawn out affair.

But then, who doesn't like a good spit roasted hunk of meat?

About thirty minutes into all of this I finally felt that sensation in my loins that told me I was going to eventually be coming. It was just as well as the subject of my affections was likely feeling pretty raw about now. I mean lube does wonders, but for the first time, a long hard cock shoved up your ass has got to be rough on the old tissues. And one has to remember, his gender was the one normally on the giving end, not the receiving one.

I put forth greater effort at that point, hoping to tip the scales and get off again. Honestly, I was ready to find a chair and sit down for a bit, but as luck would have it, no matter how much I tried to get off, I just couldn't get it to rise to the surface. If I wasn't so damn stubborn I might have pulled out and called it quits, but seeing as the calf was bearing up well under my ministrations, I figured I was going to go until I either came or collapsed.

As it happened, I did both.

It was a good ten minutes later before I blew a big one, filling that immature bovine rectum with a painfully large load of cum. By this time I was leaning back away from him, hanging onto his tail with what had to be an uncomfortably tight grip as he pulled against my grasp. And still he held up like a trooper, nary a once letting loose a noise outside of a snort or two as I really dug into his backside.

It was me who let out a grunt and a sigh before falling to the floor, my cock getting yanked out forcibly in the process. As I lay there watching my cum dribble out of his ass and onto the floor, I espied in the dim light a protrusion under his belly. It was out of place on him, though in a few years (assuming he wasn't converted to a steer before then) it would be a common sight.

This little fellow had a hard on. It wasn't big as one would expect in one his age, but it was pink and firm nonetheless. I thought to myself good for you little guy and reached out and stroked it. His legs wobbled a little as I gave his newly exposed flesh a good rubdown with my fingers. I found the lube and dabbed some into my hand and proceeded to give him a full hand job. I figured it was a worthwhile action on several fronts considering what he had just done for me and the fact that I hardly had the strength to stand at the moment. I figured I might as well be doing something useful.

It didn't take long for him to react, though I doubt his dim brain was capable of understanding what was going on. He didn't cum precisely, seeing as his testicles were still in the process of maturing. But he did spill out some clear preseminal fluid that must have tickled the nerve endings in his urethra, for he did a little dance and then fell over on his side. I don't know if together we looked comical or horrifying as we lay there, but I think we were both pretty satisfied with what had happened.

He got to his feet first, but he was swaying like a drunk. I got up, patted his butt and then went to look for my pants. I got dressed, made another set of round and collapsed in a chair for the rest of the shift. I could readily attest that everyone here was in fine shape, but after a day's rest, I was more willing to double down on my duties come the next night. For now however, I was tuckered out. I wasn't giving up mind you; just calling it quits for the night.

Things were just getting interesting, so there was no way I was about to be cowed now, and that's no bull.

Chapter Text

There are a lot of stories that I haven't told you, and there's a good chance I never will. Some I'm not overly proud of and others might gain me a bit of notoriety I don't desire to deal with at this stage of my life. You see, some of them have even more telltale details that could still lead me to grief should anyone wish the investigate them. Some things are simply best left unsaid.

I'm retired now of course, but at this stage I have finally found my final resting place. It's away from the hustle and bustle of big city life; out in the country far enough away from familiar places that no one knows my name. Oh, I guess they do, but they don't know me outside of the gossip that goes around. The only real fact that they have ever gotten is the fact that I used to be a vet, and that's about it. I find it amusing to hear the stories they come up with. Small town folk are adorably cute when they try to fill in the blanks.

One nice little lady asked me one day, when I happened to be in the closest town to my place, if by chance I had known James Herriot. I smiled and told her no. I've read his books front to back several times, so I know quite well who he was. If you don't know, look him up. His passing was some twenty years ago, but he was quite the character. I always wondered if there was more to his animal husbandry than he ever let onto.

None of my business of course.

As it is, I suppose I could write my own book. I doubt I will. I mean, what would I call it; All Creatures I've Screwed So Far? This lady had no clue as to my proclivity for shagging sheep, horsing around with equines, doing it doggy style with canines, and otherwise engaging in behavior that was considered aberrant and abhorrent to those without bestial inclinations. It was part of the reason I chose to live where I did.

Old friends knew where to find me, so don't think I'm living the life of a crazed hermit. While I do prefer the life of a quiet recluse, I haven't forgotten my former colleagues and associates. I never married; hell, I don't think you can say I ever dated anyone. It just never agreed with my soul to have another person around to ramble on about things I didn't care about, and to be honest, I think I saved someone the same fate. I admitted to myself early on in my life that human interaction just wasn't my cup of tea. I could handle crowds and such, and give lectures to kids, but having a one on one relationship was as noxious to me as meat is to vegans.

I liked animals and they seemed to like me. You could say I liked them a little too well, but I would never engage in that particular moral argument. I know all too well that animals die every day and that there are pet owners out there that deserve a good flogging. I don't stand on a soap box preaching to others and I feel I deserve the same respect. I'm not perfect, but I like to think I know what I'm about.

Sorry about the rant. I've gotten a little feisty over the years. It's another good reason to live alone.

My house is what a lot of you would term as being out of date. It's a turn of the century farm house on a few acres, surrounded by a few out buildings. The rest of the acreage was of no use to me, so the original owner sold the house and such as one parcel and the tillable land to another buyer. Even so, it's a bit much for one person to manage. On occasion I have help, but that chapter may have to wait for another time. There are some amusing anecdotes that go with that, but I don't wish to get sidetracked with too many stories right now.

So what did old MacDonald have on his farm? I had a bit of everything really, though it varied from year to year. I usually had a few Nubian goats, a Mexican burro, a llama, a few cervines (such as mule deer or elk), and a mix of other domesticated and wild animals. The number and types varied depending on the year, so giving you a precise count is rather pointless.

So. Back to the story at hand. One of my understudies who now works for a major zoo only a couples hour's drive from where I now live gave me a call one day. It turns out they had a problem with one of their zebras. She was a yearling mare who had gotten spooked and in the process had managed to break a leg. She had undergone surgery in an attempt to repair the damage, and by all reports the operation had been successful. Despite this she seemed to be doing poorly.

To make matters worse, the local children adored her, seeing as she had been born at the zoo, and having her hobble around the enclosure was apparently upsetting to them. It was a good thing they didn't get to see animals in the wild in action. A lion or leopard would have taken her down in no time. At least here she had a chance.

I listened politely until the talking on the line ceased.

"So what do you want from me?"

I listened to their proposal and shook my head the entire time. It wasn't a horrible idea, but I didn't know if I was willing to help. Taking on an injured animal is a serious responsibility, and bone damage in an equine is particularly work-intensive. You see, they wanted to know if I would take her on here at my place. She could recuperate without the crowds and particularly, without the constant harassment from one of the zebra males.

On the other hand, having her in isolation wasn't a great idea either. Equines, especially ones like zebras, tended to be fairly social. I mean, how often do you hear of a lone horse in the wild? You don't. I wasn't a hateful person, but I have to admit putting her down would have been far easier. I know it sounds mean-spirited, but an injured animal in the wild has little chance of surviving. For a horse this is especially so. Seeing as this wasn't the wilds I agreed to see what I could do for her.

Her name was Connie, a shortened and feminized version of the word convict. I guess someone liked playing up to those fantastic stripes. She arrived in the wee early hours of a Monday morning to avoid any media coverage or other possible unpleasantness. It wasn't like they were actually trying to dump her off, but you know how reporters and bloggers can be. And this way no one knew where she would be staying. True, that information might eventually leak out, but why bother doing any unnecessary advertising?

She was heavily sedated for her trip, and we had to support her until we got her to her stall. Then she was down on the floor, too groggy to do anything else. I knelt down and examined her leg. It was healing well from the surgery, but it was still red and puffy where you could see skin. The hair was still growing back from where it had been shaved. Overall it was a good as a person could expect at this stage, so I had to wonder why they were worrying so much about it. I get that visitors would find fault with her condition, but the zookeepers could have kept her on site but off of display for the duration of her recuperation. I sighed inwardly.

Who was I to argue with the decisions of a younger generation?

I was left with several weeks' worth of antibiotics, a month's worth of food supplements to accompany her normal diet of hay. I had plenty of fresh grass on hand so adding something a little fresher to her diet wasn't going to be a problem. And thus I was now the babysitter for a lovely, if gimpy, zebra mare.

I stayed with her until the tranqs wore off. I had an apple and a few carrots with me, in case she had an appetite. She didn't and I didn't push matters. She might have been born in a zoo, but she wasn't domesticated by any means. You don't simply breed out the feral instincts in a few generations. You never know when something will take exception to you or your actions and try and take a bite out of you. Horses have the capacity to leave a nasty set of teeth marks if they care to. I gave her all the room she needed.

As it turned out, she was a bit indifferent to me, but she perked up when she heard another equine nearby. The stall next to hers was the one belonging to Consuelo. Connie sniffed the air, apparently noticing for the first time the scent of the little burro.

Consuelo was peeking between the slats, looking in on the ado going on next to her. The little cutie had never seen a striped horse before and I could only imagine what was going through her pretty little head. The burro sniffed and snorted, letting out a bray before fixing her eye back on the zebra.

Connie ignored me to investigate this new phenomenon. She stumbled a little as she made her way over to the wall separating the two animals. Consuelo shook her head and craned her head to look at her taller cousin. Connie stared down at the gray beast and snorted once.

There seemed to be an understanding at that moment. I didn't know what it was, but it seemed to form a tight bond between the two girls.

Connie ignored me a lot after that, not that she was overly interested to begin with. She had eyes and ears for the burro, which was fine with me. The little half-pint was a great animal to hang with, and I didn't mind sharing her. I think that the zebra might have been attracted by the fact that in this new relationship, she was the larger of the two creatures. I think that she might have found that comforting, for she was still very young and inexperienced.

I did notice however, that while the leg was still bothering her, she seemed to have forgotten about it for the moment. It made me wonder if this is really what she needed; a distraction from her normal surroundings so that she didn't dwell on her injury.

Oh, it's not that farfetched. Humans do it all the time. Who hasn't made a condition or an injury worse by the way they emotionally dealt with it? I see no reason why animals couldn't have the same sort of reactions. They felt a range of emotions just like we did, and I believe that many are much more complex in that manner than we give them credit for. It was merely a hypothesis of mine and I guess only time was going to tell in this instance if it were true.

I worked around the farm for the rest of the day, intent on spending the night with the newcomer. She seemed to be doing better by evening, but I stayed the course, wrapping up in an old horse blanket and curling up in the barn next to her stall. She proved to be restive; not high strung but nervous and jittery. Around midnight we both finally gave up the ghost and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I felt like shit. Connie however seemed fairly well rested and even approached me for a moment before backing off and into a corner. Her reaction was what it was and I took no umbrage in it. I did take exception to the lack of coffee in the barn so I went inside. I set the pot to brewing, turned on the hot water in the shower and got cleaned up for the day. After a full breakfast and multiple cups of coffee (and some Tylenol) I returned to the barn.

The two were sniffing and staring at each other from between the slats on the divider wall. Consuelo's tail was wagging like a dog's. She was a very curious and inquisitive equine and despite her short stature, she was always ready for something new to do. She wasn't easily intimidated, and was always ready to play with the big boys...so to speak. I was the only "boy" she played with, but you get my meaning.

I went into her pen and gave her some loving, scratching behind her ears and at the base of her tail. Her rump was rocking back and forth in delight at my taming of her persistent itches. She liked those ones a bit lower dealt with too, but that wouldn't be today. I had other priorities. I opened the gate and let her outside, turned to Connie's gate and did the same before retreating to a nearby tree to sit and wait out the African beauty.

It was a good twenty minutes before she stuck her head out the door. Consuelo noticed and trotted right up to her, cocked her head a little and then pushed past her into her stall. The next moment she shoved by her again and exited the barn. The zebra shook her mane and followed behind her, walking gingerly but steadily. There was a slight limp in her step, but I thought that perhaps it wasn't as bad as the previous day.

I watched the two of them familiarize themselves with each other. Zebras are somewhat short when compared to any number of domestic horse breeds. Donkeys can be a bit on par with their foreign cousins, but Consuelo was even shorter for she was a true Mexican burro. As such, her stature was quite small, much smaller than her American cousins. So seeing a little gray fluff ball and a sleek striped sprinter making friends with each other was both heartwarming and amusing.

I was glad the two had befriended one another. The burro didn't need the company - not really - but I think Connie did. Consuelo was very good at lifting my spirits, and I felt she was likely going to do that for the new arrival. Since things here seemed to be going just fine, I left to make my full rounds. I couldn't neglect my other wards just to spend time watching the new girl in town.

When I got back, the two were cavorting about in the corral, the mare seemingly having forgotten she had a bum leg. It made me smile. Happiness and joy are not restricted to humans, and I believe that they were as much a part of healing as any medicine modern man has been able to devise. Evolutionary biology might even have developed emotions as some sort of survival mechanism. It's something to consider, even if it can never be proved.

I watched them for a few minutes before heading into the house. As I made a sandwich, I watched them from the kitchen window. They were a comical pair.

Connie took to finishing her healing quite rapidly after that. The swelling went down, the redness vanished, and her leg was as good as new, minus the titanium rods holding her bones together. Oh, she still had a slight limp, but that gradually vanished over the next week.

One evening I made a surprise visit to the barn. My little Chicano girl was probably feeling a little neglected with all of the attention Connie had been getting. I was feeling a bit deprived myself and in this I was striving to rectify matters. I brought with me a couple toys I had custom made; in the form of an oversized buttplug and a large pink dildo.

I learned something over the years. It's always a good idea to make sure your partners are properly satisfied too.

Consuela saw the large, rose colored dong and knew immediately what it meant. There was a prance to her step as she literally bounded over to the inside gate. Connie happened to be in the pen with her, for I was allowing them to roam as they pleased. I didn't care if she stayed or if she left. Tonight's attentions weren't going to be about her.

I got undressed and started the foreplay. While I think she would have been happy with an immediate penetration, I liked to work her up before going that far. A good amount of petting and scratching, the occasional brushing, the running of my fingers through her mane and tail; these were all things she loved. I went about my duties until in no time she was a horny little puddle. Only then did I move to her rear.

She was already dripping out her hole and a quick spread of her labia exposed glistening pink tissue that closely matched the color of her toy. I slipped a few fingers inside and warmed her up even more. That was something she'd never get from a male of her own species. Well, leastwise not with fingers.

I was raring to go by now and she was impatiently expecting it. I got into position behind her, a little bit of a trick, and once comfortable with my stance I plowed into her, sinking my cock in all the way on the first shove. Compared to what her anatomy was capable of handling, there wasn't a chance she was going to come to harm. Besides, if she was any wetter, I would have thought she was incontinent. There was enough lube to admit a Clydesdale.

Connie watched us from the doorway leading to the corral. I doubt she was presently able to comprehend what was going on between us, but her nose was twitching at the smells that were being generated. Sex in any form, or with any beast, has its telltale olfactory characteristics. Connie may or may not have smelled such before, but at present she was showing a keen interest in it.

So was I at that moment. I was pounding away on that firm little rump with as much vigor as I could muster. My little burro was tilting her head back and wagging it to and fro as I bored out her tunnel for all I was worth.

After a while I switched up, pulling out of her out and ramming it in deep under her tail. She was totally into anal sex, probably owing to the size of my cock. A regular donkey or horse dick would have been a little too much for her to handle.

This little donut hole of hers was a snugger fit for me which made for more friction. All the while I was riding her, Connie continued to watch with open fascination. She had probably seen humans do a lot of things with her kind, but nothing quite as intimate as this.

I worked over Consuelo's ass for a good ten minutes before I blew. I cut loose with everything I had until my cock finished pumping in the last remnants of its load. Pulling out, I patted her rump and reached for the dildo. She adjusted her stance as I pushed it in, her tail lifted high as it slipped into her depths inch by inch. I then grabbed the buttplug and squeezed it into her ass. She was in her own little equine heaven! I went to work again, grasping the dildo by the end and pushing and pulling it in long even strokes. There was plenty of time, so there was no point in rushing. It was well worth the effort just to see the rapturous look on her gray fuzzy face.

A real life mating often took place in mere seconds, so a long satisfying fuck was a treat for any female equine. Mares are often as horny as stallions, even if they don't make overt displays. True, they are often most receptive to attention during their estrus, but they can be friendly enough at other times. Consuelo was horny all the time. In fact, if not for sufficient distractions, she could be downright demanding when she wasn't getting it. She knew what she liked, and I knew what she liked, and she knew that I knew what she liked. She was getting it right now.

It didn't take her long to cum. As she shook from head to tail, I picked up speed with the dildo, ramming it in hard and deep. In no time her legs gave out and she tumbled sideways onto the floor.

I would have been worried about the little doll had we not repeated this action a hundred times over. This was what ultimately happened. Once I had found I could bring her to this point I had made a point of always trying to get her to this stage. Call it a challenge if you will.

The zebra was looking on, her ears flattened back against her skull. Her alarm eased when Consuelo got up and knocked me to the floor. Her pleasure and excitement were equal to a puppy's and her enthusiasm knew no bounds. This unusual reaction seemed to confuse the poor mare, which shifted from hoof to hoof in her uncertainty.

She had a lot to learn, did this horse in striped pajamas. Whatever her view was of humans, it was very likely to be altered by the time she left for her old home again, and the thought of which gave me an idea. It was a very good idea and was in fact so good I turned into a blatant liar because of it.

I called the zoo to make regular reports on her condition, grossly exaggerating the degree of her continued debility. The truth was, she was doing rather well and an extended stay would prove to be further beneficial.

For whom? Why, for both of us, of course.

Night after night and occasionally in the mornings and afternoons, me and my little burro went at it like teenagers. Our lovemaking was of such intensity that the zebra had to come and watch. Each time Connie got a little braver, allowing her curiosity to overcome her natural trepidation. One day, about two weeks into her stay, and while I was happily plugging away on the burro, I felt a nibble my hair.

I knew she had been hanging fairly close, but this was the first time she had initiated any contact between us. Up to this point I had to do it, from examining her leg to administering medication. There were times she shied away and I had to get a little bold about our interaction. That she was now interested in me was a quiet relief.

I didn't stop what I was doing, but I did speak to her from where I was.

"So? Curious are we? Does this look like fun to you?"

I craned my head back to look at her. She was staring back, her head at an angle, her ears up and her nostrils flared. She even had a bit of teeth exposed as she sniffed the air.

I patted Consuelo and directed my speech to her.

"Your friend here seems interested in joining in the fun. Shall I oblige her?"

Consuelo said nothing, which makes sense seeing as she couldn't talk. She did wag her head and shake her mane as if in agreement. I pulled out and turned to the zebra. She was sniffing me over, her nostrils continuing to work the air, pulling in the scent of a man and his lover. I reached out and touched her nose, moving my hand up her head to her ears.

The burro let out a snort of disgust at being interrupted, but I think she saw what I was doing and went silent. She was such a good little girl. Connie was still a bit nervous around me, so I moved with infinite care and patience as I made my way from her head, down her neck, across her flanks to her black and white striped rump.

The entire time she remained stock still, breathing heavily but remaining in one spot. I soothed her with a calm voice, patting her hide as gently as possible. The burro came over and peered at us with an "oh for God's sake get on with it" look.

However, I knew there was no rushing this girl.

As I reassured her, I moved my fingers to just under her tail. This was going to be the surest sign if she was truly receptive. She didn't flinch a bit as I did, unmoving even when I played over her anus. So far so good. It was only when I moved lower that I noticed what I had failed to see before. Her skin in this area is black, and the swelling of her labia was noticeable more to my questing fingers than they were to the eye. This girl was ready to go! Her caretakers had to have known this. So the facts were becoming a little more obvious. The male had been pestering her because she was coming into heat! He wanted a piece of this nice little mare and they couldn't allow that to happen. For one, his extra weight, even for a short period of time, might very well have refractured her bones, even with the reinforcements in place. Secondly, had she gotten pregnant, it might have slowed down her own healing. Overall it made sense. Why they couldn't have told me this at the outset I'll never know.

It was the stallion's loss however and my gain.

I had a small raised platform just for times like this which I retrieved in double time from its corner. I was still plenty hard from before, and to be honest I think I was maybe just a bit stiffer in contemplation of nailing one of the few equines I had never had a chance to have a go at. I lifted her tail, and she finished the job on her own, holding it high and proud as I gazed at the slight pink crack her actions exposed. The dark skin was a perfect counterpoint to her pale red interior. To make matters even more enticing, I knew that this was going to be her first time, and that neither hole had been tapped yet. Who couldn't get into that?

I patted her rump a little with one hand as I fingered her gently with the other, making sure she was truly ready. She was. She was as soaking wet as Consuelo often was. I made the decision to go in immediately, just in case she changed her mind. If she did, I sure as hell wasn't going to be able or willing stop her. I lined up, rubbed her haunches a bit as a distraction and pushed in. I sunk in all the way without her moving a muscle.

Despite my initial success with her, I continued to go slowly at first. For one thing, I had been close to blowing inside my burro before engaging in this new affair. The urge to climax was still teetering on the brink. And if this was going to be my only chance with her, I wanted to make it good.

I had nothing to worry about it seems. If not for her recent hormonal switch up though, I know this would have been nigh close to impossible. Zebras can be skittish creatures.

She was warm inside, just like all equines and remarkably tight for an animal her size. I closed my eyes and went at it, thrusting my hips with deliberate care. As I got my urges under control and as she seemed to accept what was going on, I took to putting more energy into what I was doing. A male zebra would have done no such thing. His long cock would have been rammed in without a moment's thought until her felt the urge to blow his wad. Chances were good she would have suffered some damage, for it often happens in inexperienced mares. Connie was instead experiencing something much smaller, but by the time I was done, I hoped she was appreciative of the care that had gone into our tryst.

I fucked her for going on fifteen minutes before deciding to try the upper hole. Consuelo liked it, but there was no guarantee Connie would. Messing around in such a manner might ruin the whole thing, but I knew that you only ended up regretting the things in life you didn't do. I pulled out, pressed the head of my cock against that chocolate donut and shoved inside.

She didn't flinch in the least as I drove it in. She was one horny girl! I worked it back and forth slowly, savoring the hot slippery feeling it had. It was a lot like my little burro, only a bit higher off of the ground. I worked myself inside, pressing my torso square up against her rump. It was equine nirvana. I concentrated on holding back to flow as I delved into that pristine rectum, knowing that I wasn't going to last for very long. I did this until I couldn't take any more and just cut loose. By the time I was finished I had to think her ass was going to be sore, but as I pulled out, she turned to look at me with the same sort of look the burro did when she thought I was done too quickly.

It was rather irritating.

I stood there for a bit breathing heavily. When I had caught my breath I went for the toys. If she wanted more, I was going to give it to her! I forewent the buttplug, rubbing over her external genitalia with the tip of the rubber dong. When she was spilling out copious amounts of lubrication (and my cum), I shoved it in until I barely had anything to hold onto. Her flanks shivered as I moved it around in a circular motion before getting into a rhythm of banging it in and out. The effort nearly wore my arm out, driving it in and drawing it back until I thought she was never going to respond. When it seemed like it was going to take a while, I resorted to inserting the buttplug, which made her jump just a little. After the addition of that, I apparently managed to press on the right nerves, for it took only a few more minutes of action to bring her to her knees.

Consuelo came over and whinnied in her ear. I could only imagine what she was saying to her friend. Connie remained as she was for a few more moments before regaining her hooves under her. I withdrew the dildo and the buttplug, and instead of getting a look of thanks I got a glare of reproach. She could glower at me all she wanted. I wasn't about to leave them in. That would have been highly unprofessional of me.

She was just going to have to wait until tomorrow.

As it was, I was going to have to call her zoo and tell them how badly she was doing. She was definitely going to have to stay for another week.

Maybe two.

I guess it all depended on how long she remained interested.

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Hey, you're back. I figured you might have gotten bored with all of these reminiscences I've been tossing your way. I mean, really; what interest can you have in the odd antics of a perverted old man? Well, I know; I wasn't always old. But I am now and I don't do too much to warrant attracting notice anymore, though of course that was the trick all along.

Don't get noticed. Getting noticed meant getting caught. You definitely didn't want to get caught. You always had to make sure there wasn't anyone else around whenever you dabbled in a bit of fun, unless the person with you was dabbling too. Then it was just fine.

So as I said previously I live on a small farm now. I have plenty to keep me busy, both in caring for my animals' needs as well as caring for my own. While I do get the occasional exotics here, for the most part I stick with just the usual domestics. They're easier to care for and I don't require any particular permits to keep them.

My place did draw some little attention, not in any bad way, but in a manner that didn't make me too happy at first. There was a local school that contacted me about having prospective students who expressed an interest in veterinary science come down and visit to see if it was what they were really interested in.

At first I felt like the whole idea was great, but not involving me and my place. I could just picture a whole flock of giggly teens swarming around the farm like a bunch of kindergarteners. I reconsidered and relented. I was glad I did. It turned out to be far more civil than my initial expectations.

There were only eleven who came that first day, and of those only three ended up sticking it out. I was open and frank with them over the work involved in simply attaining their veterinary degree, much less what they could expect after graduation. Obviously I left my own personal preferences out of the mix. No, not that; the preference for exotics. Most vets you find end up working with the average cat, dog, and the occasional pet pig. Sorry, but that's just the way it is. Sure, the talented person might get the dream job of working for a big zoo, but most of the available jobs were dealing with Rover and Miss Kitty.

There was one girl and two young men that were the final three after a few weeks of hands on inquiry into whether or not this was going to be for them. All seemed bright, interested and best of all, willing to put in the effort necessary to achieve their degree. One kid was particularly good with the animals, and asked if he could start coming over on the weekends. Since he genuinely appeared to be excited about working with them, I told him he could.

He proved to be a great help around the farm, even going so far as to give me a hand when I happened to need it fixing fences and hauling feed bags. I quickly got to the point that I was letting him do these things on his own, and I had to admit it was nice having a helper around. I wasn't that much into other humans, but this kid seemed to remind me of someone. I just couldn't place who it was right away.

One day I happened to be by the barn, looking for him to see if he needed something to drink. I didn't find him right away, and when I did, I stopped where I was and smiled a little. I know why he reminded me of someone. It was me, only when I was much younger.

I mentioned that I had goats; Nubians to be specific. They are a good solid breed, durable and friendly and nice to look at. They're nice for other things too.

This kid, who I'll call Roger, was with them. He was still dressed, but I could see he was checking out the one female. She was suckling a kid, so she had swollen teats and the whole nine yards. He was giving her a solid once-over, getting a bit friendly with her in a manner not unlike that of a dutiful vet. As I watched him, he hesitantly got his hand under her tail and in the next instant, shoved his finger into her cunt. She was a good girl, and being used to such treatment, held still for him.

I might not have thought any more about it, for a vet does have to poke and prod his wards on occasion, but I immediately could sense that the mere act of fingering her was turning him on. It warmed my heart that there was another person out there with my propensity for extra-species infatuation, but I knew I was going to have to keep a watch on him. I was protective of my animals and I had no qualms about setting him straight if he got carried away.

He unzipped his pants and with his free hand, jerked himself off for a few minutes until he blew a wad on her back. The look on his face said everything. This kid wasn't getting any relief anywhere else, and he was finding it with animals instead. He fingered her for a while longer before getting his clothing back on in a tidy manner, and then grabbed a rag and wiped the cum from her hide. I gave him a few more minutes before calling out his name. He came out looking both relieved and a tad bit worried. When he found out I was merely offering something to drink, he relaxed and came into the house.

I didn't say anything to him about what I had just seen. I figured I'd let him experiment and I would keep tabs on him in case he got a little too crazy with the animals. His first episode was pretty mild, and if he kept things low key then so would I. We talked for a bit before he returned to work, and though I watched him carefully, he did nothing else the rest of the day.

I wasn't prone to being the suspicious type, but I was careful and I knew I couldn't hang around him all the time. I debated my options and finally invested in a few cameras that I could hook up to my home computer so that I could watch the barn and the yard from the house. I made sure to place them were they weren't easily visible, but also in locations that covered a lot of area. I intended to spy on him just to make certain he was behaving within the parameters I myself followed.

The next day that he showed up, I made certain to allude that I wasn't feeling up to snuff and that I intended to stay indoors, and if he needed me for anything, to feel free to knock on the door and ask for it. He nodded that he understood and as soon as the door was closed, he made a beeline for the barn.

I doubted he was that eager to clean out the stalls.

I got the cameras online and watched him as he entered the stall with my nursing Nubian doe. He patted her head, rubbed her back, crouched and massaged her teats and once again got his hand under her tail. It was hard to see clearly seeing as the camera image was small and of low resolution, but it was obvious he was fingering her. After a few minutes, during which time I found out I liked being a voyeur, the kid stopped, looked out the barn door, and then returned to her stall and dropped his pants.

It took him a few fumbling tries to get it right, from getting his knees bents to spitting into his palm to wet the head of his cock. But after a few minutes of obviously frustrating experimentation, the kid got his meat into her tight little baby chute. The ole girl held still for him, and I sort of figured the boy had less to force cock into her than I did, so this was nothing too awkward for her to handle.

I couldn't see his face, but his rapid, jerky movements told me he was nervous about being caught in the act. It was wise of him to think that way, for you never knew when someone might come along. I think he was wary that I might come outside despite what I said. Such natural distrust would keep him from being discovered, assuming he went the direction I had gone. It wasn't a bad direction if you liked that sort of thing.

He lasted about six or seven minutes before it became obvious that he had just blown a wad of cum into her. He continued to pump away though, taking another minute or so until his cock was too flaccid to stay inside her. He pulled out completely and held onto her for a moment to gather his strength. His knees looked like they were ready to collapse.

Once he was steady, he pulled up his pants and went about his chores, working diligently for the next couple of hours. He came to the house once for something to drink, and I gave him a couple of cans of soda and complimented him on his efforts.

He beamed like I was giving him the highest praise, which was somewhat the truth, only not on those things he thought the congratulations were for. I think a lot of kids think about this sort of experimentation, but this one was brave enough to give it a go.

He went back to working again, and I almost grew bored watching him. But when it was close to the time he normally left, he made his way back to the barn. Sure enough, he worked over the nanny a few times with his fingers, finding her still wet with his own fluids, dropped his pants like they were on fire and went to work. He had his cock stroked up rigid in no time and stuck it in her with more expertise and aplomb than the first time.

This round lasted longer, maybe a good fifteen minutes. All the while the goat held her ground, barely moving at all as he plowed into her. I could tell he was really getting into it, and I had to think he was really working up a sweat doing her right. Then he stopped. I could really tell, but I felt like he was debating something. In the next instant I saw him pull out, line up higher and poke her in the ass. This was something she wasn't overly fond of, though we had tried it in the past.

He shoved it in hard, making her bleat and shift on her feet. He stopped pushing and patted her sides, slowing down his invasion of her rectum to a speed she was more likely able to handle. I was mildly surprised she tolerated it, giving me more fuel for the idea that my cock was larger than his. I had done her once or twice in the ass and not once had she been too keen on it. I didn't persist in such things. If she didn't like it, I could find someone else who did. I wasn't into being a jerk about such things.

He fucked her for a minute or two until he came again. This time he was steady on his feet, and he left his cock in her interior for a good long. Without any unnecessary moving, he was able to retain his position inside without it falling out.

I had the evil thought of going out there right then and surprising him. As it was, he was probably going to have to clean himself up, for even thought goat turds are pretty well formed and dry, mashing them together in the restricted confines of their anus was going to lead to a certain amount of mess.

I could see on the camera that my assumption was true. He pulled out and jumped back a bit as she unloaded the contents of her bowels. It wasn't her fault. He had just reamed her hole to four sizes larger than normal, and it was going to take a bit before it returned to its usual consistency. He searched around for a rag or a towel and found an old one in the corner with some other tools and material. He did a quick wipe down, pulled up his pants and came back to the house to say his goodbyes.

I thanked him (for the show more than anything) and slyly commented that he needed to get home and shower up because he smelled like the goats. His cheeks filled with color but I made as if it were an offhand comment and never even cracked a smile. He fled the porch as the door closed and made for his car. He had a little too much spring in his step on the way there, but then, who could blame him?

Once he was gone I went out to the barn to make sure she was alright. She looked a bit annoyed and put out, but a quick check found that she was fine. I grabbed the towel and cleaned up her rectum, as it was a bit of a mess with cum and stool pellets dribbling out. The kid was going to have to be more careful about hiding his activities. It wasn't going to take a camera or a genius to figure out what he was doing.

I fingered her myself to check for any damage and found none. Her holes had obviously been recently tapped, and again, this was something he was going to have to consider from now on. In cases where someone else was going to be present, he was going to have to make sure to cover his tracks. Me, I had no one looking over my shoulder.

Since she checked out fine, I figured I would unload my own dose of cum inside her. Watching the young man had made me hornier than was my usual, and I shagged that nanny for a good half an hour before I broke loose inside her. I then decided that she was going to be "off limits" for now. There was no point in having her suffer through two of us for the next few weeks. There were other animals that he could direct his attentions towards.

This all happened a few months after the zebra mare had gone back to her home zoo. My little burro was always good for some loving attention, and I was going to try to direct this kid towards her. The zebra had gone from highly interested in sexual advances to uninterested in the matter of days, so she would have been totally out of the question for him had she even been around. But Consuelo was a good little girl, and I was a bit surprised he hadn't made any advances towards her. She was always ready for a round or two, and she was just the thing for this kid to practice on

Come the next weekend, I watched his face drop when I mentioned that the nanny goat seemed to be a little under the weather, and I joked about her getting whatever it was I had. I mean, she did get what I had, but it wasn't anything akin to an illness. And it wasn't contagious.

At least I don't think so.

I then went into a rambling dissertation on how all female mammals were alike, and that one was just like another. I joking mentioned how randy males could be, and then drifted off to a few old stories I thought were appropriate to tell him. Then, with an air of nonchalance, I mentioned that I was going to lie down and take a nap.

As before, once the door closed he made a fast walk to the barn. I sat down at the computer and watched the screens. Sure enough, he went straight away to her pen. He stepped into it and crouched down, allowing her to sniff his hand. She butted her head against his hand and he scratched behind her ears. He worked down her neck and back until he was digging his fingers into her rump. She was chronically touchy there and she was in seventh heaven as he soothed the itch. She was equally in need of attention a little lower and I was pretty sure he was up to the challenge.

Sure enough, he got down on her level and slipped his fingers into her pink depths. Her tail went straight up as he played around inside her. They were both getting into it, and I almost wished I was down there to witness it firsthand. This kid didn't waste much time getting undressed, leaving only his shoes and shirt on. Consuelo knew what was coming and I could almost see the delight in her face that I knew was going to be there.

She lifted her head back as the kid slid his cock into her. I could see her bare her teeth as one of her favorite pastimes was invoked. The kid grabbed her haunches and launched an attack on her hindquarters that was enough to make me proud of the boy. The little equine was more than capable of handling a cock far bigger than either of us had.

I found my hand wandering to my crotch, and I felt silly stroking off to the scene taking place on the screen in front of me, but the fact was I was getting turned on by the fact that I wasn't the only one interested in having sex with members of a species outside of my own. I mean, I know there are others, for I've met them in the past, but they seem to be few and far between. Then again, considering public opinion on the matter, I guess I should be glad that no one had ever caught me at it. My reputation would never have survived a public disgrace along those lines.

As I rubbed my cock awake, I gazed intently at the screen, watching this young man giving my little lady a good screwing. I knew he had the youth and energy to really give it to her, I only wondered if he had the durability and fortitude to hold out long enough to make her day as enjoyable as his was going to be. She was an easy lover, but she did like to get a good, solid dose of it.

He dug in and mounted her like a Triple X cowboy, hitting the trail and riding her straight into the sunset. Well, he didn't ride her that long, for he did tend to come over in the mornings. But he did work over that fuzzy gray backside for a good forty minutes before he came finally inside her hot, glistening cunt. It seemed to be enough for her, for when he pulled out and dropped to the ground she turned and licked his face. He smiled and rubbed her head, giving her a kiss on the forehead, right between her eyes. She walked away, her tail swishing and her mane shaking back and forth as she gave him the "I'm satisfied" routine. I about came myself, but I decided to wait and give her another congratulatory fucking after the kid left.

I watched Roger get himself composed, stand up and redress himself. He was a little stiff and wobbly, but then again he had just bested his previous times. At this rate, he was going to cut a swatch through all of the animals on the farm, and there were a few I didn't want him mistakenly trying to handle. Chickens for example. Logically, since they lay a good sized egg, should be capable of handling an average human penis. But a cloaca is not a vagina, and as such is not designed for rough treatment. While you can get inside one, the chances are very high that you'll injure or kill the bird it belongs to. That would an unconscionable act.

I guess I was going to have to be a bit more subtle along those lines; sort of an impromptu veterinary science talk to get him acquainted with the differences in animals and their physiology. Birds were birds and mammals were mammals, and since I didn't have any reptiles at the moment, that portion could be shunted aside for now. Most folks didn't even consider them when it came to sex, but it was possible in a limited number of species, as I believe I have mentioned before. I'll have to tell you about a Burmese python one of these days, but not today. I'll do my best to stay on course with the present story.

He came up to the house, looking quite happy with himself, and I didn't let on one way or another that I knew the reason for the silly grin on his face. There was something about the uncomplicated sexual union with another species that made the whole thing far simpler than the overly complicated emotional routines that tended to drive human-on-human interactions.

He said a few words, told me he'd see me the next weekend and left. I watched him leave, waving a hearty goodbye, and then I kept my word as far as Consuelo was concerned. I went to the barn and gave the little chica a double dose of hard-riding fun. There was something fresh and new added to the mix; the fact that a youngster was now involved with my animals and in a very intimate way. Every time I screwed them, I was mixing my cum with his.

I strove to find a way of broaching the matter of proper animal selection with him, but despite all my best thoughts on the matter, I finally decided to simply say nothing. While he seemed willing to listen to what I had to say, his treatment of the girls was equal to that which I bestowed upon them. He was kind, he treated them gently, and if they weren't interested, they would surely have let him know.

It was fun watching him. I never knew what I looked like when going at any particular breed or species, but I suppose it must have looked comical or worse. There was something about the overall disparities in human bipedal bodies and those who were quadrupedal, and the dissimilar body styles didn't always make a sexual union easy. Seeing it in someone else brought that specific difficulty to the forefront, and I found myself laughing at some of the things I had done over the years.

He spent a few more weekends at the farm, and I enjoyed every one of them. But all things come to an end. The final weekend was a bit tearful on his part. His parents were moving one state over, due to his father's job, and he had to go with them of course. I was a bit emotional too, for I had grown rather fond of him.

"Well Roger, have a good move. If you need a written recommendation to get into a veterinary school, you know where to find me. I will have nothing but good things to say, and if my animals could speak, I'm sure they would back me up on that. Especially little Consuelo."

He was smiling, but his smile dimmed a little. I winked at him, but never said another word to me after that. I figured it was food for thought. Let him cogitate on that. If he figured out that I knew his secret but that I hadn't squealed on him, then in the end he would come to realize that I was on his side.

Bestiality isn't for everyone, nor should everyone who is into it necessarily the best person to be attempting it. Like all relationships, there has to be some give and take. If all you do is take, then you're selfish and you're likely to injure your partner. There can be no good coming from that. I think that before he left, he understood that. And while I haven't told you everything about this kid, I think I have told you a sufficient amount for you to understand that much about him. Whether your partner is human or otherwise, being kind to them is paramount.

And speaking of mounting, I think I hear a burro calling. Catch you in a few weeks, if I'm feeling chatty. Right now I'm feeling a bit randy.

Ta Ta!

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Well, life on my farm, such as it was, was a pleasant routine. Outside of having those students come, I never got many visitors. I preferred it that way I guess. Like I've said before, I was never much of a people person. A lone person is fine, having a one on one conversation, but overall as a group, they tend to get...on my nerves. Call it an occupational hazard for all of the years I spent working at zoos and dealing with the less than enlightened crowd.

I did end up meeting one person in my area that had a bit of an impact on my life. It was of all people the local sheriff! And no, I didn't get into any trouble down at the farm. It was just a matter of me having a burned out taillight in my truck and he pulling me over to tell me about it.

He was a super nice guy. I was glad of that. With my propensities, I would never want to be on the bad side of the law, even if there was no one to report my, err, animal husbandry activities. We got talking about who I was and where I was living, and he knew right away where I was talking about.

"Hey, you bought that old place down County Road 47!"

"Yep, that's me."

"What the hell does a guy like you want with a big old farm like that!"

"I didn't buy all of the land, just the farmhouse and the outbuildings. I take care of a few animals and mostly mind my own business."

"I suppose that makes sense. No family in the area?"

"No family to speak of period. Just me and my animals."

"Well, whatever suits ya. Ever looking for strays?"

"Strays? As in dogs?"

"No. We have the dog warden for those. I mean sick or injured wildlife, that sort of thing."

"Well, I suppose you can give me a call if something comes up. I do have room for a few more, especially if they're temporary."

"Great. Every once in a while something comes up. It'll be nice to have a place for them to recover."

And that was that. Weeks went by and I never heard another word.

Until that fateful day.

The telephone rang, which just about spooked me seeing as it was mostly stone-cold silent. I picked it up and sure enough, the sheriff was on the other end. He told me about this strange animal that they had captured in the area and wanted to know if I could tell them what it was. The description was of an animal that didn't belong in these parts and I told him to bring it down to the farm for a definitive identification.

It arrived in a van. I looked through the back window and was amazed at what I saw. I recognized it right away, though how the thing had ended up out here was a mystery. As it tended to get cooler around here in the winter, and I think that it would never have survived those months by itself. Thus, it had to be a relative newcomer to the regional wilds.

I had them back up the van to the barn so that the creature didn't get loose. I needn't have worried though, for it climbed down and went right inside. The sheriff watched it with open curiosity.

"You know, one of the deputies nearly shot the damn thing it spooked him so badly. What did you call it again?"

"It's a capybara. They're from South American and not native to the USA at all."

"So is this thing a zoo escapee?"

"I doubt it. Someone must have somehow gotten it as a pet and then lost or released it when it got to be too big."

"You mean like they used to do with gators a few decades back?"

"Yeah, just like that."

"So what are you going to do with it?"

"Me? I assumed you just wanted a temporary home for it."

"Listen Doc, I ain't got no way of dealing with no exotics. I assume you can find a zoo that'll take it? Otherwise, I'll just have to have it put down."

That made me a little angry, but I did understand his position.

"I'll see what I can do."

I named her, for it was a she; I named her Miss Piggy, for in the Greek, part of her name means pig. Essentially, she is scientifically known as a water pig despite the fact that capybaras are the world's largest living rodents. And this girl was big. Whoever had kept her hadn't been stingy on feeding her. She was well over a hundred pounds and her coat was as sleek and brown as it could be. It made me wonder what she had been eating in the wild. Maybe she had been raiding gardens.

The problem was, what was I going to do with her? I didn't know any of her history so I didn't know what sort of vet care she had received. Hell, she could have come downriver from a hundred miles away for all I knew. I thought about calling all of the vets in the area and then opted not to. I really doubted that whoever her former owner was had been that responsible, since a lot of places don't allow this kind of exotic to be kept legally.

Which came back to where I was going to keep her. I could keep her in the barn, but these guys loved water. I did have access to a pond, for there was one that formed part of the border between the farmland and the house. However, I had no guarantee she'd stick around, so that was out.

Unless...

I talked with the other landowner and they had no objections to me running a fence across a little arm of water that jutted out, that would allow her to swim and yet keep her from getting loose. It took me a week to get the job done, for capybaras are fine swimmers and can hold their breath for long periods of time. I didn't need her getting below the fence and escaping that way. The pen was suitably large enough for her to roam about in and not get bored. It had a large log, plenty of greens and that was about all I could do.

I thought that getting her there from the barn was going to be a problem. She had been a little spooked when she had arrived, but quickly grew accustomed to the goats and other animals that she was living with. She even seemed to grow attached to me, which I found curious. She must have spent a lot of time with someone to have such little fear of humans. But then, that made a certain amount of sense.

In the end I actually put a dog collar on her and led her to the pond with only that simple measure. She smelled the water and near broke for a run when we got inside the enclosure. As it was, I unsnapped the leash and let her go. She dived in and make as if she had died and gone to some sort of rodent heaven. I didn't think she had been denied water for that long!

She paddled around the surface with just her nose and eyes showing for the next half an hour, after which I left her alone and did some chores. When I came back she was happily sunning herself against the log and paid me little mind. That night however, she was at the gate. I assumed she wanted to get out so I hooked up her leash and was going to lead her back to the barn. She pulled me back as unerring as a bloodhound.

And so that became our daily routine.

She seemed to like the evening safety of the barn, and I wasn't about to begrudge her. Over the next few weeks I read up on them, seeing as they weren't something I had ever expected to encounter. There wasn't a lot on them, but there were a few studies, and one of them involved their mating habits. As might be expected, they mated in the relative safety of the water. With predators like jaguars around, you needed every possible escape route possible to stay alive.

I didn't think too much on it. Despite being the largest rodent alive, they still seemed small to me, and thus not within the realm of possibility for a little liaison. It didn't really dawn on me until later that they were as large as some breeds of dogs who were possible partners, but I corrected the oversight in the end.

Now, I didn't push matters with her. Hell, I didn't even think about it. I had others that suited my tastes. It was her, in her unique way, which brought the matter up and told me decidedly that she had never seen another like herself her entire life.

We were walking down to her pond enclosure one day when she kept stopping to look at me. Her behavior was a bit odd and out of place, but since she seemed healthy, I had no idea what she was all about. Animals can't exactly tell you what they're thinking, though if you're smart, you'll catch on eventually.

She entered her pen, waited for me to unhook the leash, and then, instead of running for the water, she turned and stared at me.

"What the hell do you want?" I said good-naturedly.

She stood there staring.

"Getting bored all by your lonesome in here?"

Still she stood there staring.

I was left scratching my head in wonder. There was something wrong with her, but I didn't know what. Finally she headed to the water, jumped in and then came right back out again. She shook herself and snorted.

I had an inkling as to her behavior, but I wasn't sure what I could do for her if that was the case. I had made a promise never to hurt an animal on purpose.

I got undressed and walked through the muddy grass to the water's edge and stepped in. Just past the reeds and cattails the water was only a few feet deep. She jumped in and paddled around me, poking at me with her blunt nose. I gently grabbed her and scratched her sides until she slipped out of my grasp and swam away.

Then she came back. I was a game. A mating game.

I was bemused. However, sticking my cock into her was not something I ever thought would happen. But she was in heat and I had two choices; ignore her need until it subsided or see what I could do for her.

I had fingers.

They would fit.

If she was truly interested.

I grabbed her by her hips in a stronger grip, and she didn't bother trying to leave this time. With one hand steadying her, I ran the other under her truncated tail and found the opening to her reproductive tract. Rubbing across it firmly, and since she was still holding still, I ran a finger deep inside. I was surprised how pliable her hole was. I had very little to do with rodents over the years and just sort of figured they'd all be tight little needle holes suitable only for tiny little needle dicks. But not her.

I worked her over for a bit before pulling out and working in two fingers; then three. She was grunting in time to my thrusts, to the point I found myself getting turned on. She was making copious amounts of lubrication, which was a necessity in an aquatic environment where it was likely washed away as fast as it was produced.

I got on my knees behind her, lined up the head of my cock to her hole and gently pushed. It was like trying to screw a; well, I don't know that I have ever attempted to enter a hole this small. Maybe. But slowly the head of it went in, followed by the first inch of shaft, then the second inch, followed by the third. In the end she nearly took the whole thing, which made me wonder what her male counterparts carried under the hood.

She was grunting like a true pig, and it only got louder as I worked it in even deeper. But when it came to pull back out a little there was a problem. She was so tight around me that I was afraid that I would do her some serious damage, such as causing a traumatic prolapse when I pulled out. I wasn't going to be responsible for giving her a possible life threatening injury but by the same note I was rather stuck for it. Literally and figuratively.

I ended up just rocking back and forth, barely moving my cock but enough for our combined mass to make waves that worked their way to the pond's edge and back. She seemed to tolerate it well, which goes far to say how hormonal changes at sexual readiness can effect an animal's senses. There was no way in hell this would be happening otherwise.

After a while I simply manipulated her to and fro, pushing her forward and then lightly pulling her back. Over time I could feel a little sliding going on inside so I went with it. I figure she must have stretched sufficiently enough to take a cock without suffering undo harm. I was still cautious mind you, but I grew a little more animated in my actions.

I'll tell you now that it was a surreal experience. I mean, when you've done animals the size of the ones I have played around with, having one like this was pretty intense. I fucked her in the water for nearly a half an hour until my balls finally gave up on holding back.

I filled her up to the max before my cock stopped spewing forth its sticky white load. Even then, I held her in place until my cock deflated enough or me to come out easily without hurting her. As it was, I left a gaping hole that took the better part of an hour to close back up again.

But she seemed happy, or content, or satisfied; it's sometimes hard to say what animals feel. I laid down on the muddy shore and watched her swim and dive. Eventually she came out and lay down next to me, sunning herself next to me like we were old friends. I scratched her behind her diminutive ears and she rolled over onto her stomach where I scratched her belly, watching her hole go from reamed out to back to normal over the next sixty minutes. I really didn't think it would make it, but it did.

The next day was the same routine as was the next and the next. Eventually she came out of her cycle and was no longer interested. But I had the experience under my belt and it was definitely an interesting one. Piggy has ended up staying with me permanently, at least for now. Come winter she'll probably move into the house, for though the barn is heated, I don't think she'll like it there. So who knows what kind of antics she'll pull in the house?

There is a tub after all.

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I received a discrete message from some of the readership here who happen to follow my long litany of bestial acts. The question posed to me was; as I had not yet listed it among my exploits, had I ever considered having an ursine on my bucket list. Well folks, I don't have a bucket list. I find that things happen as they happen and you need to grasp firmly to any and all opportunities as they occur. That being said, there were probably a lot of missed occasions when I could have dabbled in some fun, but I don't cry over such things, any more then I lament some of the more questionable things that I have done. Oh, a few are embarrassing, but overall I'll stand by them all. Even the one with the bear.

As you all know, bears are big. But general physical size doesn't necessarily translate over to all parts of the body. This especially goes for their genitalia, which like a gorilla's, aren't necessarily matched to their overall physique. Even a female bear gives birth to a remarkably small and frail cub. So keep that in mind. Being big and bad on the outside doesn't mean it carries over equally to the rest of their anatomy.

My general experience with bears was rather limited when compared to, oh say, the big cats. Bears, especially males, can be cantankerous, ornery, and just plain dangerous. I personally feel that they're moody and unpredictable. But then what wild animal can't be? That goes for us as a species too. And just for clarification, no, a panda isn't a real bear and as such doesn't count in this description.

So my question for you is just how affectionate do you think bears are? Ever since Theodore Roosevelt refused to shoot one that was tied to a tree, and some toy maker asked permission to use his name for his Teddy Bear, people like to think of them as all warm and fuzzy. They are, but not in any way that can generally be taken advantage of. So overall, I made it a habit to leave them alone as being too damn dangerous to handle.

Except for one.

At the top of the dangerous list is probably the Kodiak. Polar bears can be pretty bad ass too, as is your typical Grizzly. Black and brown bears are a bit more mild-mannered, but they have been known to cause more than a few headaches. The most docile ones I have ever encountered have been those of Asian origin. Many of them seem to have a pretty cool attitude towards life and overall are about as innocuous as the genus comes.

Of these, the sloth and the sun bear rank right up there. Mostly insectivores and fruit eaters, they have the equipment for tearing into you but not the surly attitude. They subsist on the smaller range of edibles, largely shunning people as best they can. Oh, and one of their favorite foods is honey. But then what bear who has had a taste of it isn't?

Sun bears are among the smallest in stature, coming up to only around two hundred pounds. I find them rather cute; not adorable per se, but a little comical and harmless looking. They have a trade mark white slash across their chests that pretty much help distinguish them from any other species. They are a staple in a lot of different zoos largely because of their docile natures.

So what you ask? What does this have to do with my story? Well, have a little patience.

It's one of the more embarrassing accounts I have to give, and while nothing bad came from it, in retrospect it showed a bit of lapse in judgment on my part. Then again maybe I'd do it all over again. I guess I'll figure that out as I recount the incident to you.

Her name was Lola.

She was indeed a Sun Bear.

And...

She was a lush. A sot. A drunkard.

How she had acquired this rather bad habit was never discovered, but she had a propensity for getting drunk. She was smart enough to figure out that if she left her fruit in the bucket and made sure there was some water in it, she could make her own fermented beverage. Her keepers were just as quick to replace her food daily and to drill holes in the bottom of the bucket. Thus she was denied her favorite pastime.

Therefore, I must laud those keepers who came before me. They had more morals than I did.

Oh, back then I was more apt to do the "wrong" thing now and again. She happened to be one of those instances where my better judgment could have been much more refined. Still it wasn't like I had the whole thing planned out. The idea just happened to come to me one day and I went with it.

I had been at the zoo for a few months, but it had been only recently that I had found out about her propensity for getting looped. Alcohol occurs naturally of course, being the byproduct of rotting fruit and other botanicals. However, due to the nature of evaporation and the overall size of a bear, it takes more than just a bit to get them on the tipsy side.

Needless to say, I was of an age back then where I was old enough to know better and young enough not to care. I liked beer, and the thought of having a drinking buddy who wouldn't bore me to tears with stories I didn't care about appealed to my rather self-centered nature. Maybe a little too much.

I doubted she had ever tasted beer, and in my wonderings had to think that she just might like the "High Life". Either that, or she might want to "head to the mountains." Beer was beer to me back then despite the Madison Avenue urgings , so I went out and bought a couple of cases of the cheapest stuff I could find.

During our first few forays into being drinking partners, she drank her beer from a bowl. She caught on to drinking straight from the bottle however and it was so funny to watch I tended to give her more than was proper. Seeing as we were doing this in the late evening when there wasn't much of anybody around, she could sleep it off before morning.

She was happy enough to drink anything I brought her, and I ended up buying her the quart bottles of Old Milwaukee. They were easier for her to hold and held more beer so they lasted a bit longer before they were empty. And let me tell you, back then there wasn't any recycling, so getting rid of all of that evidence was a pain. But I managed it.

So, by now a few of you high and mighty types are thinking the following - this goes against the veterinarian ethic. And the answer is yes, it mostly did. But you should have seen how happy she was getting looped. Maybe if you sat in a cage all day, every day, you might feel the same way. No members of your own species to cavort with, only the same walls and enclosure day after day; yeah I think that sounds pretty damn boring. Smaller animals I don't think noticed it so much I think, but the bigger they are, the more bored they can become.

We got into a routine, and every Saturday night she was waiting at the door to her inner sanctum waiting for me to show up. And every night she managed to show me up. That girl could pack it away!

I only came around her enclosure after dark, mostly to not have her associate me with any other time. If she got all excited if I showed up at other specific hours, people would notice. Trust me...people would notice. They might not know why, but I have no doubt they would get suspicious.

She was one hell of a happy drunk, cavorting about like a cub once she got juiced up enough. She would careen off the walls and toss her food dish and any number of toys they had for her amusement. She found them much more entertaining when she was under the influence, much like humans found certain things funnier after that had down a few glasses of their favorite beverage. Of her empty bottles; those I grabbed as they were drained, for I didn't need her breaking one and having glass shards littering her floor. Now THAT would truly be irresponsible!

It was one evening in particular that she just about scared the crap out of me. I was reaching for an empty bottle when she managed to grab me first. I was alone, out of necessity of course, so I had no one to come to my aid. But she just gave me a weird sort of hug and dropped down on her butt and stared at me. I counted my blessings and sat down in front of her. And that was it. I think she knew better than to injure her only source of booze and was instead trying to thank me. I mean, I could be wrong, but it' s little late to try psychoanalyzing her now.

We had this routine going for a few months, mostly on the weekends, and it was actually pretty fun. Then one day I had the brilliant idea of stepping things up a notch. It all started when I was at a party for a coworker and they ended up serving strawberry daiquiris. I wasn't much into girly type drinks but I had a feeling that Lola would just adore them.

I went out and bought several jugs of the premade drink mix and a quart bottle of tequila. I wasn't much of a bartender and I had no idea how much booze you put into those cocktails, so I winged it. I was a little heavy handed I think, but I figured a little haphazard concocting wasn't going to hurt anything. She weighed more than I did and I was going to drink some it too.

I mixed it in a bucket and poured some of the thick pinkish fluid into some empty beer bottles I had saved just for this purpose. She sniffed it, snorting some of the liquid right up her nose in her excitement. She snorted it out again, but at the same time her eyes lit up like a Christmas bulb. She tipped the bottle up and drained it faster than a man could blink. She angled her head back to get every last drop and then she did something amazing.

She handed the bottle back to me.

I chuckled and gave her another one, taking the first and refilling it from the bucket of mix I had brought with me. In no time the bucket was empty, and she had drained the lion's share of it.

Even as she was looking for me to give her more, the high alcohol content hit her like a ton of bricks. She tried to get up to walk around and tilted to the left, overbalancing and flopping on her side. She got up into a sitting position, but the longer she remained there the more her head bobbed and weaved in the throes of a major buzz. My head was feeling a bit fuzzy as well, so I could only guess how hers felt.

She finally managed to get back on her feet but her direction was aimless and wandering. She leaned against the wall and made her way around the room until her actions brought her back to me. She came charging headlong and despite my steadying hand, she plopped down on the floor like a furry amoeba. I laughed out loud at her indignant collapse. I couldn't help it; she looked about as comical as I could possibly picture her.

It didn't help that I was mildly drunk too.

She tried one more time to get on her feet but again she ended up sprawled out on the floor. This time she was on her back, her paws stretched out in all four directions. She still struggled a bit but eventually gave up. In the next moment I heard sonorous sounds emanating from her head. She had passed out completely and was snoring to beat the band!

I actually felt a little bad for her. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to her and gave her a big kiss her very wet nose. She startled awake, but only long enough to focus on my face and give my cheek a great big lick with her tongue. Then she was out again and I do mean out cold. One might almost call it comatose.

I went to move away from her when my own coordination proved to be compromised. I fell over onto her belly, my face up against her chest. I patted her gently, sort of a "there-there" gesture, and followed that up with petting her soft abdominal fur with my hand. It was then that I got the idea of checking her out a little lower. I doubted she was in any condition to protest a little harmless exploration.

I moved cautiously, for though inebriated and presently out of it, there was always the possibility of her coming around and not appreciating my inquisitive nature. As it turned out, I had nothing to worry. Like a skunk-drunk coed, Lola was completely and totally out like a light. She wouldn't have known if she had been hauled up into the air and left to dangle from a telephone pole.

Of course, I had a different pole in mind.

I know you're not supposed to take advantage of a drunk girl, but Lola was hardly your average teenaged college student. She was much better in my opinion. She was a pretty little bear, and all ripe for the taking. What was a guy like me supposed to do, ignore her? Yes, it's true that under normal circumstances she wouldn't have been interested in what I was proposing. What can I say?

I'm just stating the facts after all. For example, there was in no way she was in heat, for bears such as she enter estrus at a different time of the year. What that meant for her was that her vaginal canal was not going to be ready for any action, which in some animals hardly made much of a difference. But with her, and with me, it meant that she was going to have one really constricted hole. Good for me of course, but maybe not so much for her. Time and action were going to be the only way of knowing for sure how well this was going to work.

Before getting busy with her lower half, I did one more test to make sure she wasn't going to come around at a most inconvenient time. I put my thumb and finger into her nose, found the sensitive tissue there and gave it one hell of a pinch with the tip of my fingernails. If she didn't wake up for that then she wasn't going to wake up for anything. To be honest, if not for the regular passage of air that was evident by the movement of warm breath over my fingers, I might have otherwise considered her to be dead. She was certainly dead to the world right then. She didn't react, not even in the slightest, not even the tiniest of twitches.

She was out for the count.

I thought about for only a second or two before I started taking my clothing off. Then, erring on the side of caution, I went to the door leading to the outside and looked around. Our security guy was more apt to be playing solitaire in his little hut than he was to be walking around, but one could never be too careful. A quick glance showed no one in sight, so I closed and locked the door and turned down the lights to just a single low watt bulb. With any luck if he did come by he'd just keep walking on past the building.

I finished getting undressed, and then backtracked to the communal sinks where everyone was supposed to wash their hands after every contact with the animals. There, sitting on the ledge was a partial bottle of hand lotion. I had to assume that someone got dry skin from washing so much. It wasn't the best thing for the job at hand, but it would far to help ease the passage of my cock into Lola's snug little hole.

I got back into the room with her, noting that she was till sleeping soundly. I dropped down to between her back legs and pressed her furry labia open, exposing the glistening pink tissue mottled with grayish black. I put some lube on my finger and worked it in, ramming inward until I could go no further. I pulled out and worked in another, finally making it to three. I finger fucked her for a while, getting a sexual charge out of it even if she was noticing absolutely none of it.

I worked her over until I couldn't take any more. I slathered my cock in lotion and climbed up on top of her. I had the humorous thought that people used to make love on top of the bear-skin rug, but here I was making love to it! I doubt it was a scene very many romance writers had ever considered putting into their novels.

I pressed the head of my cock against her hole, finally finding that it was necessary for me to be in a position where I could use my fingers to spread her open to allow me access to the rich reward that lay beneath her fur. Only by literally prying her open was I able to force the head of my cock inside her, and then I was momentarily balked by the tautness of the passage I was trying to invade. She definitely would not have tolerated this if she had been awake, and there was a good chance she was going to be walking around tomorrow morning wondering just what the hell was in that drink I gave her.

I finally took my fingers away and used the weight of my body to finish the job. The time it took for my full length to penetrate past that furred lined opening was excruciatingly slow. I don't mean the feeling, which was awesome. No, I'm referring to getting every inch of my cock buried in the sweet little bear's twat. Her hole was warm and moist, and yet the walls were as taut as leather. I hadn't considered it before, but I was now doubting this girl had ever had the company of a male. It was an all too common situation in zoos back in the day. Breeding programs came a decade or two later.

When I finally was pressed up against her tightly, I lay there for a bit enjoying the unique snugness of her hole. In the wild I was sure that mating took place in a matter of a minute or two, maybe even faster depending on the female's mood. Me, well I was going to take as much time as I wanted. This was likely a one shot deal and I had to squeeze every bit of satisfaction out the experience that I could.

I started my thrusting slowly, not wishing to do her any harm. The walls of her vagina clung to my cock like a condom, sliding within her own body until her systems kicked in, making the necessary lubrication to allow a proper, old fashioned screwing to occur. As I made my strokes longer and deeper, she loosened up a bit more, allowing me to really take advantage of what she had to offer. I got a good grip on her with my hands, dug my toes into the hard concrete floor and plowed into her like nobody's business.

I soon had a good momentum going, and I could both hear and feel my ballsack smacking her repeatedly in the ass. I dug my fingers into her fur and pounded away like there was going to be no tomorrow. My cock was super stiff, perhaps because I have been drinking, or maybe because I was screwing a bear. Or maybe both. I have had plenty of erections and this one was almost painfully engorged.

Almost. It was a slight discomfort I was willing to endure.

I fucked that hole until I was ready to cry uncle. It was one of those cases where I was so excited and stimulated that I just couldn't blow a wad. I've had it happen before, and I believe I may have recounted one or two tales when that had happened. Well this was one of them.

I eventually stopped after about twenty minutes to catch my breath. I considered my present difficulty and wondered if there was some way I could get off without killing myself in the process. What I came up with was a sufficient solution to counter my present deficiency.

I pulled out ever so slowly and carefully, reapplied some lotion and worked my cock up her tailhole with extreme prejudice. It was a brown ring of intensely rigid tissue, but upon applied pressure from the head of my cock, it finally gave way for the entry of my male organ. I shoved it in deep and groaned. It felt a little more like what I thought the other should feel like, and it fell a whole lot more natural.

Then again, maybe it was all on account of the drink.

The walls were a little less rigid and thus more apt to flex and give way as I applied myself to giving it a good working over. It was obvious that this hole saw far greater use, even if the use I was presently giving it was coming from the wrong direction as nature intended. I'll consider that a matter of semantics for you to debate. But please do it without me.

I had to stop at one point to lift her rear and get her legs to where I could push them forward. Once I did that I had the perfect angle at which to effectively pound her ass into submission. I rode her hard for the next fifteen minutes, savoring the incredible feel of her constricted little bung. I was sweating profusely by the time my balls got the message that they were supposed to be delivering a load from the warehouse straight to the customer. In the end I unleashed a torrent inside her that nearly took my breath away.

I lay there in a heap as my cock pumped away with wild abandon, until I felt like my balls were shriveling up. Even then, my cock continued to twitched uncontrollably, and it was such a wild and sensational experience that I just lay there allowing it to go on for as long as it wanted. When it began to taper off, I grew suspicious of my cock, which seemed intent on remaining erect.

After catching my breath, I resumed fucking her ass. However, after a few minutes I decided that if I was going to unleashed another load, I wanted it to go in the front where it belonged. So I pulled out with a splop, leaving a trail of sticky white in my wake, and rammed it back in where I had started,

This time I think I was a little more appreciative of it's unusual consistency, for I went straight into pile driving my cock into it like nobody's business. I soon was putting forth so much energy into my actions that her body was rocking in time to them, and her very limp head was rolling back and forth on her shoulders. Even her tongue was lolling out as I worked very diligently to blow one last time.

It took me a good thirty minutes or so of delving into the bear-ly passable tunnel before I even felt a twinge that indicated I was possessed with enough cum to have one more go at it. By then I had decided to try one more thing, and once committed to the idea, I pulled out temporarily, put all my muscles into rolling her over, and came at her from the rear.

It took a moment or two to get back inside but once that was accomplished, I was back to drilling her like nobody's business. She was so limp on the floor that her dead weight kept her from moving more than a millimeter every time I drove it home. I screwed her mercilessly for the next twenty minutes until the cap on my sexual desire popped and the contents of my bottled up libido bubbled forth to fill her up for a second time.

This time I was rewarded with a softening of my cock, which given a period of several minutes managed to decrease and ease up until I finally fell out of her. I collapsed on top of her rump and across her back, panting like a long distance runner. My heart was racing and my pulse pumped in my arteries with a staccato beat.

Once I got my wind, I set about cleaning her up. I stuck my fingers up into both holes to check for any possible damage, but to my experienced digits everything seemed fine. Among the things I had brought and those I had borrowed; every item that I had used I returned to where it belonged, and I gave her a once over before getting dressed and slipping away. I had to hope she was going to suffer no ill or else I was going to be seeing her in the morning under my official capacity. That simply wouldn't do.

She was still out, sleeping off the tequila and hopefully having happy dreams of our regularly scheduled drinking sessions. I was planning on skipping the next one, allowing both of us to get good and sober before we did anything like we had done tonight again. I had a feeling both of us would be feeling it in the morning. Me with my head; her with her head and the lower portions of her anatomy.

After locking up the building, I made my way to the back employee gate and slipped through unnoticed. I drove home, showered up and hit the bed. I woke up well after the alarm and had to rush to made it back to work on time. No one said a word when I showed up a few minutes late. It was a rarity for me and so I guess I was allowed an oversleep now and again. All I held up was a meeting, and I wasn't overly fond of them so I didn't consider that much of a loss.

One of the gals, Karen I think, had already made rounds and reported off that Lola was moving rather slowly this morning. I made no remarks other than that I would take a look at her after the meeting was over.

My mind was all on her, both in regards to last night and also in how she was feeling this morning. I was deep into thinking about how other bears might prove to be when I was startled out of my reverie by someone using the word polarization. A Polar Bear would be one hell of a conquest.

Then someone commented on my unshaven face, referring to it as a bit grizzled. I raised an eyebrow but said nothing thinking only that a big female grizzly would be quite the prize.

I rolled my eyes at my rather naughty thoughts, knowing that my mind was getting carried away with harmless coincidences. I would never have thought twice over such words had I not been feeling just a little guilty. But I nearly choked with laughter when I saw that the one younger interns had brought some breakfast food with her. It was in the form of a box of cereal sticking halfway out of her tote bag.

It was the one with the sugary puff wheat; the one with the mascot.

Oh come on, you know.

He's called Sugar Bear.

Sweet!

Totally!

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It's been a while since you've heard from me. I keep busy you know, maintaining the small menagerie that I do. But it is the animals and my interactions with them that keep you coming back to hear my stories, am I right?

Things change around here all the time, and so I will update you on a few of them. If you recall my little capybara, well I was able to send her off to a zoo that already had a couple of them, so that made me happy. Yes, I could have kept her, but I wasn't interested in keeping her just for the occasional sexual benefits. She was better off with her own kind.

After divesting myself of her, what I did think on though was acquiring something a little more accessible, and hopefully more willing on a continuous basis. That narrowed my choices down a mere few, and in the end, I found one that was damn near perfect.

I had been perusing online and found a girl that I found attractive, and just unusual enough to keep my interest.

Two weeks later I had her at the farm and checking out her new quarters.

She, if you care to know, was an Icelandic Horse.

That is not a breed you think of very much, and yet they are an exceptional animal. And I was hoping that, like many female equines, she was going to be much more receptive to dalliance than a lot of others animal types.

She found her new accommodations to be suitable, made friends with a few of the goats, and settled in in no time. I left her alone, giving her a chance to get to know me before I went in-depth checking her out.

People who first see these animals, whether in person or as only an image, think that these animals are ponies, due to their shorter stature. They are horses, nonetheless. Their shaggy coats are great for keeping them warm in the winter, and overall they are hardy and resilient. That should make perfect sense if you are aware of the general climate of their home country of Iceland. I mean, the word ice is in the name after all.

She too came with a name, which I kept for continuity's sake, and that was Anya. I was never too keen on naming animals, but since she answered to it, it made sense to keep it.

The first few weeks I did little more than brush out her thick coat and allow her to acclimate to her new home. She took to me readily enough, and that was likely in no small way to the fresh vegetables I gave her, in addition to the store bought feed. She did love her carrots.

During her brushings, I would work out the knots in her tail, and on occasion, ran my hand lightly across her opening, to see if she had a negative reaction. It was hardly reassuring when she seemed to have no reaction whatsoever. She didn't mind my presence there, but it didn't seem to excite her either.

I was brushing her down one day and decided it was a now or never moment. I pushed her tail to the side, and taking a finger, slipped her open. It is always an amazing sight, seeing that vibrant pink against the darker color (generally) of a horse's outer skin. She was moist, as you would expect, and still, she seemed to feign interest in what I was doing.

I gently worked in a couple of fingers and began stroking her on the inside, finding her slipperiness to rapidly increase the more I worked her over. In a moment, she seemed to get into the groove of things and lifted her tail and turned to look back at me, her nostrils flaring just a little. She seemed to recognize, somewhat belatedly, that I had more to offer besides food and brushing.

Now, if you aren't familiar with this breed of horse, understand, as I already mentioned, that they are short enough for people to think they are ponies. They do tend to look like them, and their stature makes them easy to connect with. And they are tough and resilient animals; she was more that capable of giving me a ride, and conversely, taking a prolonged one from me.

But this was the first time, and since she finally seemed interested, I opted to give it a go right then and there. I would have preferred getting fully undressed, but we were outside of the barn, and therefore it was better to keep mostly clothed. I untucked my shirt, undid my belt, and dropped my pants and undershorts.

She was watching me, probably wondering just what I had planned, a question I soon answered for her. I worked the head of my cock around her opening, then rubbed the whole of it up and down her slit before pressing it directly between her labia. I slid into the nicest piece of horseflesh you could imagine. A faint shudder went through her as I push in until I was pressed up tight against her rump.

I held that position for a moment, feeling her insides come alive. The walls of her vagina were trembling slightly, and I found it to be both a sign she was receptive, but also that that sensation alone was worth doing this. I enjoyed that for a moment, then chose the next course which was to see how long I could last without blowing.

I'm not as young as I used to be, meaning that I could have engaged longer, I think, had this been even ten years ago. But I did admirably. I got a grip on her haunches and worked her over with a slow steady rhythm. She, for the most part, held stock still. That made my life easier.

As far as how tight she was, well, she was as tight as a mare her size should have been. Fucking her was nothing like nailing a capybara, where you had to wonder at times how you managed to stick your cock into something that size. No, she was not tight, but she was comfortably snug. I knew for a fact she could take a lot more, and in a way, that made this more enjoyable. There was no way I was going to hurt her, and that meant I was much more emotionally relaxed in doing it.

After a while, her rectum started to twitch, and shortly after that, she had an orgasm. I wasn't near ready for that, so I did my best to prolong hers. I let go of her side, got my middle finger slick and drove it into her ass as deep as I could go. She jumped a little, but almost simultaneously, clamped down on it as her pleasure centers were driven wild. I could feel her body quake as I picked up speed.

It was a little cumbersome anally stimulating her and fucking her at the same time, but I managed. It wasn't like I hadn't done this before.

As it was, she was gushing out around my cock with enough fluid to saturate my pants. I hardly cared. I just kept fucking away on her, and she just kept cumming.

It was wonderful.

Since she seemed to like the fingering too, I made a decision to pull out and try fucking her in the ass. I was so slick that I penetrated that tight little donut on the first stab and pushed into her completely.

I thought her knees were going to buckle. Her head was rocking back and forth, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as I rammed it home. Her eyes were half-lidded, and her mane was shaking in time with her body.

I purposely held back as long as I could, but in the end (pun intended) I poured forth into her rectum with a pent-up fury of passion. Even after I was spent, I kept fucking her until my cock was too soft, and I fell out indecorously. I let out a grunt of displeasure, but even as I was sad to be done, I was looking forward to the future. I had apparently made a good choice for what would be my partner for years to cum. Errr, come.

I pulled myself together, went inside to change, and came back out with some fresh vegetables for her. She took them gratefully and nuzzled my hand in a new and more personal manner. She was still dripping out both holes, and I damned the fates that age had reduced my libido to the extent that I had to have hours between trysts.

Things changed over the next few weeks with the purchase of a few Viagra tablets. I wasn't all gone on artificial means of maintaining an erection, but a guy sometimes had to go to extremes to get what he wanted.

She was in second heaven. A stallion always mounted, stabbed, penetrated, blew a load and was done. I think somewhere in these stories I've regaled you with I gave an explanation for that. In the wild, the last thing you'd want is to be engrossed in breeding with your female only to have a predator sneak up on you. You went in, did your duty, and then you left.

I can only imagine the number of frustrated mares there were in the world.

This first time I took one of those little blue pills, I felt an erection coming on like I hadn't had in ages. You know what I mean; the one where the skin over your cock is stretched so tight it nearly hurts. I mean, I was engorged to within the breaking point.

This time, she was in the barn, and I had the floor cleaned, and was only out there in boots. It was far easier this way, and the boots; well, that just made sense.

By now she knew what was coming and had that tail up. She was dripping just a little, and I parted those lips like a knife through butter. She let out a low nicker as my cock sunk home. To me, that was a sexy as it got. When your girl let you know she was into it, that meant that at the end of the day, you'd both be satisfied.

As before, I fucked her long and hard, though this time with a little more energy. I was curious to see if that damn pill would see me through more than twenty minutes of fun.

She let loose rather quickly today, drenching my front with her fluids, all the while I was pumping them out of her with the force of my thrusting. I had a solid grip on her hips; my fingers curled into her hide, and I pounded her for twenty minutes solid before blowing my wad.

I kept a hold of her to steady myself. My lungs were working overtime, and despite my being in decent shape, I found that the pill didn't make me feel any younger, merely kept my cock inflated for a fine performance. I wasn't complaining mind you, merely making an observation. I was just going to have to deal with it.

After a few minutes and finding my cock to still be as rigid a granite, I pulled out and went after her ass again. It was pretty twitchy, and my first attempt to enter it was thwarted by a spasm that tightened it into a knot. I pressed against it and waited, until it relaxed enough for me to get past the sphincter.

Once in I was home free.

And oh God, how she squeezed the hell out of me!

I was taking it a bit easier now, as I had really put a lot into the first round. That was fine with me, because her rectum was really doing a number on me. It was constricted around my cock most savagely, and if not for the supreme slipperiness of her vaginal fluids, I doubt I would have been able to move. Whether this was purposeful or merely a side effect of her orgasm I could neither tell, not cared one way or the other.

I fucked her for so long I knew that she was going to be sore at the end of it. But as long as she remained still, I didn't. When I finally felt the rise for the second time, I knew I was going to be one hell of a mess. Muscles would be sore that hadn't been this overworked in a decade.

I blew the second time as I was pressed balls-to-the-wall against her. She whinnied as she felt my wad flow into her. She shuddered one last time and shook her head, flinging her mane in wild abandon. I hung on as before, to make sure I didn't collapse. I was thinking to myself that if I could only get her on her side...or on her back, how much easier it would be on me. But then, I wasn't looking for miracles. I was just glad that Anya and turned out to be as amiable to my advances as I had hoped, and the one way or another we would be having this kind of fun far into the future.

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I've told you more than a few stories about things that happened in my younger days, but not all. Some I've refrained from just because I don't think you'd be all that interested in them, and some because I don't think they're worth telling. I believe you guys like the really exotic animals, and especially things like the big cats, or the canines and the like.

So you may not find much interest in a story about an antelope.

But here it is anyways.

If you know the classification, then you know there is a wide range in the sizes to members of the group. The Royal Antelope is only some ten inches high. Not something you're going to be considering a dalliance with. But if you go all they way to the top of that group, you'll find an amazing animal; sizable and attractive, and one you can seriously get your cock into.

If you're lucky.

This particular time I was assisting a zoo in setting up a breeding program, something I had really pushed for for years. This was a larger zoo, and while pretty famous, I will refrain from giving any details as to its name or location for the obvious reasons. I will say that it had a lot of space to work with at the time, and their exhibits were going to be phenomenal.

Back then, kind of like today, breeding wasn't just allowed to happen. Many times it simply didn't regardless with the animals being under the artificial conditions we created for them. There might be a lot of room to roam, but it wasn't like the plains down in Africa.

And while I assisted with several difference species while I was there, there was one that I had my eye on.

The males are naturally the larger between the genders, and that was something we had to take into account. When you've got some wicked horns, you deserve respect, though the females were better equipped in that department. I'm referring to the eland, of course, and they are impressive animals. Yes, I know they aren't elephants or rhinos, but you have to take each animal on its own merits. These elands were the variety known as the oryx.

And I thought these guys were pretty cool. Sure, a Thompson's gazelle was more streamlined and fleeter of hoof, but elands were tough as well as lovely. And they were of a size to make them interesting.

So anyway, at the time, they had several females and a single male. The problem with the species is that females didn't go into heat the way many such animals do. Anyone here in America will tell you things like the bison, mule deer, the white tail, and the like all have specific rut seasons.

Not these so much. What we had to try and do was get them mated whenever we could manage it in hopes of getting lucky. Hey! We were groundbreaking on this stuff. There was a lot of trial and error to be done, documenting what was the best and worst ways to do things.

Thankfully, the animals were pretty docile once they got to recognize your scent. That didn't mean you still didn't respect them. A turn of the head and a well placed horn could do so significant damage to you.

OK, so part of the plan was to sedate the females one at a time and introduce the male, under controlled conditions, to see if he would mount her. Sounds pretty straightforward and it was. Yes, I know that using tranqs sounds counterproductive, but we wanted her standing as still as possible. It didn't make her any more receptive regarding her ovulation, but we were just hoping for the best.

So as it happened, the one day we managed to get a female mounted twice. From that point on it was mostly just waiting, but we still had to monitor her temperature and vitals over the next twenty four hours. The drug was fairly weak and degraded in the system relatively fast, but if anything happened to the animals, it would be our hides. I took the night watch on this girl while everyone else went home.

I didn't mind.

I had food in the fridge in the main veterinarian building, and I had a few bottles of soda on hand to help keep me awake. As there was a coffee maker, I figured I'd be set until seven in the morning rolled around.

This girl was in a special stall, lightly secured in place with some netting. As a whole, this type animal was a bit more active at twilight, when the temperature was dropping, but as this was not the savannah, and as she was still a little dopy, it had been thought wise to make sure she didn't fall.

They could sleep on their feet (so to speak) and they would also lay down when they felt safe, and I figured after a bit I would give her that option. As I needed to check her temperature, I found it advisable to keep her reined in until I was finished. I got the lube and the thermometer, patted her sides through the slats as I walked along her flanks, and when I got to her rear, dropped a kick bar in place. These animals might not be as strong as a horse when it came to kicking, but the hell if I was going to risk it.

I lubed up the thermometer, gently pushed it in, got my reading and pulled it back out. She didn't react at all. Not surprising out of an animal used to ignoring horse of biting flies. I wondered how she would tolerate something a little bigger, like a finger. I put a blob of lube onto my middle finger and worked into that puckered hole.

It slid in without her moving a muscle.

Good.

I wiped my finger off, re-lubed it and slipped in the lower one. I didn't even need the gel for that one. It had been primed earlier in the day and I was able to squeeze three fingers in without her making a fuss. She shifted a little and turned to look back at, but otherwise she maintained a nice steady demeanor. I worked them in and out, feeling around within those narrow confines to see if I could find a sweet spot.

You should have learned by now that a lot of female animals happen to have the capacity for deriving pleasure from sex, only the act was so fast they never had a chance. Coupling that with the timetables required for biological readiness, they rarely had the chance.

This old girl had an itch.

And I was scratching it.

Her back leg did a convulsive twitch when I rubbed over a little node inside her. It was nothing like a clitoris, but it had to be a gathering of nerve endings. I concentrated on it and was rewarded with her dropping her head, letting low bleat, and that leg lifting up a little off the ground and shaking. I did the only sensible thing and worked over that spot with more firmness, using the tip of my bent finger to generate friction over it. I did this until her entire backside was twitching. Her tail was now sitting high above her as I stroked her flesh into a lather.

I had a raging hard-on!

For all I had known, she was going to ignore me, or at worst, get a little annoyed. It was quite the opposite.

As far as getting myself inside her, that was going to take just a little acrobatics. There was a slight height difference between my midsection and her rear, and I could have used a short platform had there been one available. Since there wasn't anything around that was stable, I made the decision to balance on the kick bar and hope for the best.

I moved to the side, got out of my clothing except for the socks and shoes, and came back to her. She was watching me; not necessarily with any thought to my motives, but just to know what was going on around her. I came back and returned to fingering her, making sure she was in a good frame of mind for what was to come. In no time I had her all aquiver, and a quick check on her front end found her with her tongue lolling out to one side and her eyes slightly glazed over.

That seemed like a good sign.

Not content with just that, I took my other hand, got a few fingers slick and worked them into her anus. There was a satisfied grunt from the other end as I worked both of her holes simultaneously. I was more than ready to delve into her cunt, but I was curious just how aroused I could get her. It wasn't going to be often that I would be in this position with this type of animal again.

To cut to the quick, after a few minutes of double stimulation, her legs buckled. She didn't fall and she didn't get hurt, but overdoing her sexual sensory system hit her hard. She was drooling like an idiot. I stopped, patted her soothingly and whispered a few words of support her way. It took her a bit to regain her footing, and I patiently waited for that to happen,

If she went down while I was nailing her, who knows what might happen?

Feeling that she was ready, I got up on the bar, grabbed the retaining net that was over her, and removing one hand to do it, guided myself inside her. I slid into her as smooth a silk, and though my perch was a bit precarious, it was worth maintaining for this wonderful encounter. I gripped the netting and went to work.

She was hot inside. She was damned damp as well, though whether from her earlier lover, from my ministrations, or just because that was her norm I couldn't say. It hardly mattered. I pushed inside to the max, knowing, as usual, that she could take a lot more then I had. That was fine. What I could reach was pretty much fantastic.

I worked it back and forth, genuinely appreciating the fine smoothness of her inner walls. Every animal was different, and she reminded me a lot of what a female cervine offered. They were pretty similar, I reminded myself, thinking of past experiences with white-tails, mule Deer and something a little more exotic that I think I'll refrain from mentioning right now.

My grip on the netting was like iron, just in case she decided to move. That gave me a good solid point from which to slam into her, grinding my hips and pulling back with a stubborn deliberateness. There was no reason to hurry and therefore I wasn't.

I would pull out now and again, seeking to find that hot spot inside her. I finally found it when she jerked a little upon reinsertion. I adjusted my stance to allow for better contact with it. I could just feel the little nodule with the tip of my cock, and I did my best to strike it with each pass. The already sensitized bump was acutely aware of the friction as I passed along it, generating a sympathetic reaction in her whole body. Each contact I made with it caused her to shiver; not much different than what I had done with my fingers.

I guess I should have seen it coming, but by now I was feeling pretty good about the situation. That being said, one moment we were upright, and the next she was on the ground. I nearly followed her and was only saved by seeing it coming, if only marginally. I jumped off the bar as she came down in a heap.

I didn't panic, instead unhooking the bar to give her rear legs room to extend. She was on her side, her chest heaving, all the while her body twitching and jerking.

I gave her some space, to get her wits together if she needed it. Animals could get freaked by conditions they aren't used to. This girl was a trooper, I'll say that. After a couple of minutes of just laying there, she turned her head towards me. I couldn't read her eyes, but I was guessing she was feeling like she never had before and was hardly desiring to move.

I came up behind her, careful of those feet. Whether by accident or intent, I could see them doing some damage. I knelt down, patted her side, and gave her flanks a little massage. With no adverse reaction, I decided that I could finish with her there on her side. I took her upper leg and pushed it forward, straddled the lower one, and slipped back inside.

She lifted her head off the floor, swinging those deadly spires on her head in my direction, before sinking back down and relaxing. Whatever genetics had her used-to in regards to normality in mating must have just been overridden. She let out a long sigh and let me do as I would.

This was a hell of a lot easier now, and I simply grabbed the ridge of her hip and used that for leverage. My cock was still able to penetrate her fully, though I wasn't hitting her sensitive region from this angle. I felt a little bad, but I was thinking that maybe she had enough of that, so perhaps something less stimulating was in order.

I kept up a good pace in reaming that wonderful hole. On a lark I took my thumb and rubbed her asshole with it, working it in and moving it in a circular motion. She reacted by clamping down and then relaxing.

This girl was full of surprises!

"You've got some kinks to you, don't you sweetheart?"

It hadn't been my plan at the beginning of this to bugger the poor girl, but now I was thinking differently. From this position it was an easy matter of just shifting my body. What the hell, I thought to myself. She was wet as fuck, and my cock slick as could be. Retracting my fingers from her anus, I pulled out of her cunt and pressed against the upper hole.

With an effortless push I was inside. Her head moved a little and I heard a snort, followed by a wheeze as a wave passed across her body. Ok then. Elands liked anal.

I've had this discussion before with a few people, and I will give you a brief synopsis here. The anus has a lot of its own nerve endings, and many of these reacted much like those in the sexual organs. If you don't believe me, look up how they extract semen from bulls. It's often an electrical stimulation in their anus. Yes, there are other ways, but that is one of them.

And to be honest, in the wild I'm sure the males were prone to missing the correct hole more often then we would ever know. Evolutionarily speaking, the females able to tolerate this occasional misalignment were more prone to not be spooked off by a stab in the dark. And thus, more likely to tolerate it, if not enjoy it. And thus, produce offspring with the same feature.

It's just a hypothesis. Just saying.

This gal was liking it. Her legs were still mildly vibrating, and her coat had a soft glisten to it. I understood that. I was working up a sweat too. And it was so worth it.

I kept pounding away on her for...well...I can't say. It would have been longer I think had she not suddenly gone into lockdown mode. I had to assume it was nothing less than orgasmic overload, for her sphincter cinched down hard and her body began to quiver again, more violently than before.

I took advantage of the fresh snugness of her ass and redoubled my efforts, fucking her as hard as I thought was safe. My balls were slapping against her with audible whacks as my cock slid back and forth with savage intensity. The faster I went, the more she clamped down until it was too much for either of us.

I blew my load inside and just let it flow unhindered. She convulsed, her legs shaking. She tried to raise her head, but it seemed beyond her control. I kept thrusting, keeping up the best rhythm I could manage for as long as I could. In the end, I finally had to call it quits and pulled out.

I fell against her, working to get some oxygen back into my system. I could feel her muscles tremoring like she had a palsy, and her ribcage was rising and falling with rapid steadiness. I ran my fingers across her hide, massaging her gently while speaking soothing niceties to her. After maybe ten minutes I got up and brushed myself off.

She lifted her head, dropped it back down, then proceeded to right herself. Once on her feet, she stood there as shaky as a leaf. I went and got her some water, which she drank in volumes before letting loose from the other end. I was glad I was out of the way. After a good half an hour she seemed to be back to normal, so I led her to the regular holding pen and let her get into a comfortable position on the floor.

I got something to drink before washing up and redressing. By then she seemed to have drifted off, so I left her in peace. That was three times she had gotten sex today, so I was sure she was tired out. Obviously though, that was mostly from the third time.

I didn't have another chance outside of that single time, so I was glad I had taken it. I fell asleep and was awaken in the morning by one of my associates, and by then the girl was back on her feet and looking for food. As I passed by her on the way out, she turned and stared at me. I stared back, wondering what she was thinking. Her eyelid fluttered. I smiled. I had no idea if that was a random movement or not, but I winked back.

"Yeah. It was great for me too."

And it had been.

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It isn't too often I have a story about a male animal. That just isn't my style, and to be honest, being mounted by a wild animal isn't really a wise thing to attempt. A human can be more calculating and evaluate possible harm to both parties. An animal, once stimulated, will just react as nature directs it. It doesn't matter what is happening to you.

In this case however, like my story about the lion, I encountered a beast who was a laid back homosexual. One might even call him a drag queen, but that would be inaccurate, for all male Mandrills look that way.

And that's pretty bizarre.

Birds and fish, even reptiles can be known for their colorful displays. Mammals not so much. Unless, that is, you're a mandrill. Considered the largest member of the baboon family, these guys can weight up to eighty pounds, though their female counterparts are generally half that. And they aren't precisely the docile type. If you've ever seen a baboon yawn, you'll know they are equipped with one hell of a set of teeth that is more than capable of inflicting a severe or possibly even lethal bite.

So then there was this fellow.

He was just as colorful, and his teeth just as sharp. And that was where it all ended. He was also overweight, a bit lazy, and definitely not interested in the girls.

Now this was the same zoo as the elands, and only a month or so after that incident. I had kept my zipper up, though I was always scoping out the pens and enclosures to see what was going on within. In one there was this lone mandrill, sitting rather forlornly in the corner. As there were others together in another area, I thought maybe he was sick.

Well, some people think being gay is a sickness, so yeah, I guess he was.

It took some cajoling to get the story out. This guy had been born here, and his early days seemed normal enough. But when he reached sexual maturity, his drive was absent. He didn't give a damn about any of the females other than having normal interactions with them.

That didn't bother most of the staff, but when another male was caught having anal sex with him, that rather flipped them out. Ok, It flipped out one person only. And it happened more than once. Primates are known for their sexual variety, just like giraffes are, ducks are, doves, and a host of animals across the biological spectrum are. Not everything is born hetero.

It seems that he presented just like a female in heat whenever he wanted some action, and the other male was more than willing to give it to him. Remember that females cycled through their reproductive phases, while a male was always at the ready. So having a ready place to vent your loins was welcome regardless of the gender of the partner.

To the overly anxious and, I have to think, religious mind, such behavior was awful, and not something you wanted the general public to witness. Kids asked a lot of questions as it was. I'm sure trying to explain that away would have been embarrassing.

So he had been separated from his kind for the sole reason of acting in a manner that was inconsistent with some prude's expectations of how animals should act.

That was pretty mean. But it opened an opportunity for me.

I thought things over for a few days, sneaking over to the fence where he was at and slipping him some fruit. He was happy just for the attention I think, and while he did bare his teeth, his demeanor was pretty chill. At one point, he grabbed a banana and turned around to eat it, sticking his butt against the chain link. I wasn't sure if his position was incidental or not, but I took my finger and tickled his asshole. He pressed against the fence a little harder.

Thankfully, this spot was away from the main thoroughfare, so I had a little privacy. I ran my finger up and down, pushing in a bit at a time. It was a dry insertion, and I didn't want to cause him any pain. The deeper I went the moister he got and within a moment I had my middle finger all the way inside. He was still working on his snack, but his butt was hard-pressed against the fence while he ate.

I worked it in and out slowly, to see what he would do. The answer to that was; outside of what he was doing, nothing much. I swirled around in there to see if he could a take what I had to give and concluded he could. It was going to take lube for sure, but I found it quite likely I was going to get into him soon. I just wasn't sure how.

I pulled my finger out slowly and when I did, he turned back to me as if to say, "done already?"

"You want some more?" I asked rather stupidly. It wasn't like he was going to answer.

In response he gyrated his hips against the fence.

I spit a few times on my finger and worked it back in, easier this time. As he had his ass framed into one of the openings in the chain link, it was impossible not to get in. I shoved as hard as I could, sinking in right up to the base of my finger. He planted his feet on the ground and let out of low hoot. I put my shoulder into the action and was working away, all the while he was grunting and cooing with pure bliss. After about five minutes of this I was starting to get worried that we'd be discovered, Thankfully, he seemed to get his nuts off for he started to thrust against me and I felt his body tense up. His red cock was out of his sheath and he was spilling out on the ground.

"You're a horny one, aren't you? Well, I'll see what I can do about getting us a little alone time."

And I did.

It turns out I was directed to the one in charge of the zoo's displays, which was, I might add, someone who did not have a degree in anything remotely biological. Putting a business major in charge of something like zoo exhibits was a boneheaded idea if there ever was one. I had a feeling there was some nepotism going on, but I didn't care enough to check it out. It wasn't like I was going to change the situation.

We talked briefly, and the more the matter was discussed plainly, the more uncomfortable she became. Apparently, animals being gay was not in her database. I focused on that aspect alone, and in the end talked her into letting me run some tests to see if there was something physically wrong with him. My main point was if it was something that could be "fixed" then maybe he could rejoin his clan like nothing had ever been wrong.

I knew better but I was setting this up the only way I knew how.

I got access to his enclosure and inside quarters, and I told the staff in charge of his area that I would be monitoring him for a couple of days and I wanted to keep his stimulation to a minimum. I had to keep a straight face when I said that too. It was agreed that his food and water would be left outside the door and I would make sure she was properly cared for. As it was, nobody seemed to care all that much about this fellow, probably because he didn't fit in with the crowd.

When he saw me the first time, he hooted and bared his teeth. As his lips weren't curled back and his teeth were together, I took is as a submissive gesture. I walked up to the door to this inside compartment and slipped another banana through the fencing. He took it and immediately plastered his ass in my direction.

I went and locked the door, glad that any windows in this building were set high in the wall. I dropped my pants, lubed up my cock and got down on the concrete floor behind him. I hadn't expected to get going this quickly, but he was all for it. As I couldn't get a grip on him, he was going to have to maintain contact between us. Willing he might be, but I was wary about getting into a cage with something whose teeth made a pack of lions pause.

In the former regard, I had nothing to worry about. He had backed himself up against the fence solidly, and I latched into the chain link and we were off. The tip of my cock hit his ass and he relaxed his muscles to let me in. Only thing was, a finger and a much smaller primate cock were one thing. A human-sized one made his eyes go wide. I pushed in, knowing that if he didn't like it he was free to leave. That was a solid no. Big I might have been, but it was no match for his horniness. He let out a series of gurgles and cries as I pushed in ever deeper.

When I got to the point where I could go no further, I stopped and let him acclimate. Having what he was probably viewing as an out-sized cock rammed in him had to be momentous. His head was low to the floor, and his crouch had his butt right where I needed it. From this position, and after waiting for me to move, he grew restive and initiated a rocking motion on his own. Once or twice he pulled all the way off of me, and we had to start over again until he got the length figured out.

I was aware of homosexual behavior, as mentioned earlier, but I was not aware of it to the point that the submissive partner would actually engage in the act in the absence of action by the dominant one. Point being, the animal in my position did the work. They unloaded their balls and maybe the other would get off or maybe they would switch positions. This guy was working me like there was no tomorrow.

I was bemused and rather surprised, and yet I let him go. I was into as much as he was, and he would know better what felt good and what would hurt. From my perspective, his ass was a snug warm tunnel that I was presently stretching to capacity, and if that didn't put him off, then it was full steam ahead. This was obvious, for his hips were propelling his back end with a fast rhythmic motion that put a lot of the opposite gender to shame.

His one foot (hand it you will) slid under his belly and I figured out pretty fast he was jerking himself off. Again, that was pretty common in primates. His ability to concentrate on two actions at once was impressive to say the least.

I was concentrating on one right now, and my cock was inside it.

You had to see how wide his ass was stretched. From my perspective, it was incredible. As he pulled forward, there was a lag from his tissues and his sphincter was pulled out and away from his body before slipping back down, just in time for the return trip, which pulled it inside him just a little. I felt like I was going to turn him inside out with every move he made. As he was doing this and not me, I figured I'd not worry.

After a few more minutes I felt his ass tighten up and knew he was letting loose. His movement got more jerky as his balls let loose with a torrent onto the floor. That was all well and good, but I was nowhere near ready to go. Throwing caution to the wind, I reached through and hooked my fingers into his fur, pinning him to the fence. He made no move to indicate that he was bothered by it.

Fucking an animal through a fence is not all that much fun when you yourself have to do the work. But I was determined that if he got to get off, I got to as well. By now, even with his orgasm causing all kinds of wonderful contractions around my cock, he was still slippery and his body seemingly accepting of my size. To me, that was an indication he could take a greater onslaught than before. I laid into him with in no uncertain terms, driving my meat into his hole unlike it had even taken before.

Two minutes in, his body was off the floor, his feet planted firmly, his throat creating some pretty unique vocalizations, which I was hoping could not be head from the outside. I was slamming into him with all my might, and he was simply going nuts. The intensity of it all got to be overwhelming, and far sooner than I had planned, I was unloading deep in his colon.

He could feel my ejaculation and he followed mine with another of his own. He was just going crazy, but it was a good kind of crazy, and through it all, he kept right where he needed to be. I finished up with a few final thrusts before pulling out. At the same moment he collapsed on the floor, his limbs twitching and his face a rainbow-colored mass of euphoria. There was drool coming out of his mouth, and my cum running out of his ass.

A fine time indeed!

I worked on getting cleaned up, and clearing away the evidence, got his other food around, and came back with water for this bowl. He was still laying there, but he had worked himself around to watch me. I swear to god there was a smile on his face.

"Here fella! I got you something to get your strength back."

I tossed some grapes and a piece of beef into him. He picked up one grape at a time and languorously placed them into his mouth. The meat he sniffed but abstained from touching for the moment. I tossed some more grapes and he snatched them and put them in his mouth.

"Was that a little too intense for you?"

He exposed those teeth again in a toothy grin.

"Not too much?"

He grunted.

I let out a low laugh.

"We'll have to do that again, but for now, let's let your asshole come back down to size."

I tossed some more grapes at him, then went to get some air, Just as I was unlocking the door I heard voices from outside. I stepped out and was greeted by a few of my coworkers.

"You guys alright?"

"Yeah, Why?"

"Someone reported a lot of noise from in here."

"Sure. We were having a screaming contest. He won."

"Really?"

"What? The content or that he won?"

"The...contest..."

"Oh. Just a little bonding exercise going on. Sort of like the primal scream therapy only more intense."

"You know, you're kind of weird. But whatever. As long as everything's fine."

"Hunky Dory!"

They turned and left, and I stretched and had a good laugh to myself. This business was rather risky, but I thought, worth it. Certainly my partner inside had been excited about the encounter. Still one of these days I was going to get caught. If it had been today, I could just see the headline in my mind. That's why I was chuckling.

"Read All About It! Man drills Mandrill!"

I know, bad joke.

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So here is a little history lesson, as well as a biological one for you. I have no idea how old or young my inquiring readers happen to be, and largely it doesn't matter. It's just that sometimes I talk about subjects that you may be unfamiliar with. Therefore, if the humor in the title escapes you, then I know that you're pretty young.

In this case, the animal in question was originally from China, much like the panda, but lesser known and nearly as rare. In fact, I was, for a short while, part of the program to increase this species numbers to get them to the point they could be reintroduced back into their country of origin.

This was back in the nineteen eighties, and one of the few times I was outside of my home country. I had been invited to England, to a private zoological park, to help work with a cervine species that many of you might not even know.

In China, they had a local name, but I will use the one given to the animal by Westerners, Pere David's deer. If you are unfamiliar with them, then I would heartily suggest you research them. It is always good to know your animals, and there are plenty out there even today, that I cannot claim having knowledge of. But in some cases, my knowledge is quite intimate.

I know you know what I mean.

So. To give you a little background, this deer went extinct in China, but there were some in zoos in Europe. A gent in England had some as well, and he gathered as many of them together as he could into a breeding program. To date, the animal has been reintroduced back into its homeland, and there are others in zoos across the world who continue to increase their numbers.

My part in this, as you my suspect, was on account of my promotion of the breeding of rarer species in captivity. I had written a few papers on the subject and that had gotten me noticed. I was quite eager to see these animals firsthand, having only seen them in photographs.

My flight over was uneventful and the drive to the location rather idyllic. The site where they were being kept was equally interesting, being called Woburn Abbey. It was a huge estate owned by a duke, though that hardly meant a thing to me. And the animals themselves were hardly the oddest cervines I knew of, though the oddest ones were also very, very small. These cervines had some definite traits that separated them from their brethren.

I was shown to a private bedroom on site, for the duration of my stay, given a quick informative course on the animals, and from there shown to where they were being kept. They were interesting to see in person, and the old stories about their rather odd looks came back to me. According to Chinese sources, they were variously described like this; the nose of a cow but not a cow, the antlers of a deer but not a deer, the body of a donkey but not a donkey, tail of a horse but not a horse. The point being is that when you looked at them from afar, you thought deer.

And when you got a little closer and checked them out, you were left scratching your head.

They are rather unique. But you know, I think that if you're truly curious you'll check them out for yourself. It will be worth your while.

Getting on with things, I found that the beasts generally stayed out and about on a section of the abbey grounds. The herd wasn't huge, but they were strong and healthy. I got to see the group up close, a few weeks ahead of their scheduled rut. Overall, the humorous description above was accurate, as they were not as sleek looking as many species, but that made them all the more interesting. The antlers on the males were stout and strong, and completely absent in the females. If you recall my story about the reindeer, you will remember that the females were the ones who kept their antlers in winter. Meaning of course, that all of Santa's crew were girls.

None of the animals had names, outside of what a few of the staff had nicknamed them, but they were identified with tattoos in their ears. It was a fairly innocuous and effective system. One must remember; this was well before implanting microchips became a thing. I had to commend the facility for keeping such excellent track of their wards.

One of the girls was particularly sociable, and we made friends early on. She had a small rough patch on her hide which made her stand out from the others. I often snuck her extra bits, like apples or pears, though I did it discretely. Any good vet knows you really need to keep animals on the diet they consume daily. But a few extra, healthy snacks wasn't going to hurt.

It was also a good way to make friends.

And good friends we became. Over the course of a couple of weeks, it got to the point she picked me out of the group of us vets to come to, and I found out pretty damn fast that she liked having her ears scratched.

It wasn't long after that when I found she liked other itches scratched as well. Considering why I was here; it wasn't a huge surprise.

What?

The breeding program of course. I didn't fly all that distance just to dally with a deer. But since I WAS here, it wasn't a bad idea. It would be the only time this opportunity would knock, and that meant it was going to be the only time I would have a chance of knocking up one. And the best time was going to be when she was in her prime.

As was per protocols, we did daily exams on the animals, to test temperature, health, and a few other salient points. The idea was to establish some standards for future breeding projects, in an effort to bring the population up to somewhere that could be maintained and increased.

This gal's ID number was BH-6537, and I ended up nicknaming her Heaven, because it rhymed with seven. Kinda of dumb, I known, but let me tell you the name was appropriate. We spent a little time together every day, though there was a rotation on our duties, to make sure the data collection was coming along unbiased. Rut was approaching very quickly, and the duke wanted all the animals to be ready.

Now I had to laugh at this, because nature had been doing this for millions of years, but whatever. I think the objective was to make sure all the does became impregnated to optimize the expense of the program. I couldn't argue with that.

Just before the expected time of ovulation, the does were removed to a former horse barn, if barn was the correct term. It was rather large and fancy to have such a common description as that. Still it was nice, and there was a stall for each animal.

There wasn't a need for round the clock surveillance on them, but I opted to say late one night, after our evening meal. My excuse was simply that I would gather a little more data on them before they were rereleased into the open to be with the males.

I found Heaven easily enough, and slipped into her slot, but not without a glance backwards to make sure no one else had entered the building. I pulled an apple out and gave it to her. It vanished in seconds.

I patted her rump.

"So girl, are you ready to meet up with the boys tomorrow?" I said to her, as I scratched her ears.

She just looked at me as if to wonder if there were more apples.

I dug my nails into the hide along her neck, scratching from there all the way along her flank and back until I reached her rump. From there, I switched to something more akin to a massage, getting my hand under her tail and then a little lower. Just because she was friendly didn't mean she was going to be receptive to the likes of me.

Trust me, I had been in this position before. Back home, White-Tailed deer were widespread, and they were also commonly kept in private parks and some smaller zoos. You will know pretty fast if they will tolerate anyone fiddling around their backsides or not.

Rut season is about the only time that will happen.

She raised her tail as my fingers quested for her slit. I mean it went straight up into the air. Feeling a little more confident, I moved behind her for a better look. I had seen it aplenty, for taking their temperature involved a rectal thermometer, but I had been careful about getting too intimate with others around. Now it was safer and easier to check her out.

As she was leaking a little fluid already, the answer to her present condition hardly needed to be investigated further, but I wasn't here to document her readiness to be impregnated. I was here to go through the motions myself. When she did finally connect with a buck, it was going to be over so quick it hardly seemed worth the effort.

This girl would at least get some satisfaction before that came to pass.

I slipped in a few fingers, finding her so wet that there was no question as to her pump being primed. Her hormones had to be as raging as that of her future mate. I looked around the stables and noted that no one was present. The doors were all closed, so those squeaky hinges would at least give me advance warning. I was good to go.

I rolled up my sleeves and dropped my pants. Rubbing up against her body for a minute or two finished stimulating me into readiness. Normally that wouldn't have been a problem, but I was a little nervous considering the circumstances. I normally had better control over the situation but that wasn't going to be happening here.

With one more look around, I took a chance and spread her open, shoving my cock inside. The head spread her wider, so from there, I moved my hands to grasping her rear-end. With a thrust of my hips I was inside.

Like many mammals, other than humans, she was far hotter inside, for her normal temp was several degrees warmer than mine. So saying she was in heat was correct in more ways than one. And wet. Man was she wet. I pushed my cock in as far as it would go without a hitch. Her walls were slick with lubrication, just as I assumed they would be. I held still for a moment to see how she was taking it.

I could feel her legs tighten up, another common feature, for during mating a doe often held the full weight of the male. This wasn't the case with me, but instinct was instinct. That meant that she was holding solid without any help from me.

Freeing up a hand, I began rubbing over her rectum, which as I have said multiple times, can be just as full of sensory nerves as the vagina. I used my thumb to rub over the puckered hole, relaxing it until plenty of pink was showing. This was all the while I was slowly sinking into her, and then retreating in a nice solid rhythm. She was soon swaying a little, from side to side, all the while maintaining her rigid posture against my repeated thrusts.

I moved my other hand up to her ass and from that side, worked over it in tandem with my other hand. Two thumbs made quick work of relaxing that hole, and as I intensified my actions, I soon was able to sink both of them inside her. She grunted loudly but still remained stolid against the onslaught I was giving her.

It didn't take long before I could feel her tightening up inside. In the wild, I doubt the females were ever given an opportunity to have an orgasm. They had the capacity for it of course, but as I have said many times over, having a lengthy copulation meant you were subject to predation. When one is fucking, all else goes out the window.

It probably would be an ignominious end to be screwing away and have a lion or a tiger take you out mid-ejaculation.

Her ass clamped down on my thumbs with such intensity it nearly hurt. I quit trying to move them, and simply kept them in place as I pressed into her with ever more fervor. My belly was hitting my hands, driving those two digits into her with each push of my hips. She was getting fucked in two holes at the same time and she was getting really turned on.

Her head was waggling, flopping her short ears back and forth. A little drool was flowing out of her mouth to land on the floor. I was getting into it as well, for it was nice to find a partner who was so completely into what you were doing. And yes, I know it seems like that happened to me a lot, but remember that I had contact with thousands of animal over my lifetime, and the stories are pretty slim. Never presume every interaction I had ended up like this.

She finally went completely stiff as her vaginal muscle went into a spasm. Her asshole tried to shrink even tighter, but with my thumbs still in there is was as cinched as it was going to get. I was glad she was still pressing back against me, for I found the situation to be quite remarkable.

As her orgasm increased, I pulled out, including my thumbs, and standing on my tiptoes, pushed into her ass with a decisive slam. She grunted loudly again, but still stayed put. I rammed her rectum for barely a minute before I blew my load inside of her. By then that hole was so fucking tight I thought she was going to sever my cock at the base. As it was, she was surely receiving every little bit of cum I had, filling up her colon to the brim.

I had a hold of her haunches again, ramming her repeatedly despite the fact that I was done cumming. I figured I was still hard, so what harm could there be in it? She was still shaking all over, with her head hung low and her throat making a quiet cooing sound. I kept going for the next few minutes until it was obvious I could keep going indefinitely. Her sphincter was rolled up hard, but the extra fluid I had pumped in make the passage quite slick.

It was a hell of a lot of fun fucking her ass like I was, but I knew it wasn't going to last. I was hardly a ballerina to be maintaining my weight on my toes indefinitely. I rammed her butthole for as long as I could, then pulled out and dropped to the proper one again.

She let out back-to-back grunts as I slipped between her orifices, her body beginning to shake to a greater degree. Her cunt was still twitchy as hell as I pounded away with all my might. In the back of my mind I knew that I couldn't press my position for too long, for I had no idea if anyone else would show up at the stables. I really didn't want to get caught do this in a foreign country. I knew nothing of their laws pertaining to acts such as this.

Despite this worry, my cock reamed her out for another ten minutes or more before I felt the familiar rise in my balls. With one more burst of energy, I launched into her with a fury, blowing another wad far down into her depths.

Panting like a fool, I pulled out and stood back. She turned to look at me, her eyes half wild and her own breath coming in gasps. I noticed that her ass was leaking a little, a combo of what I had injected into there, and a few pellets of feces. Her lower hole was leaking as well. I smiled and patted her rump.

"You'll never get the likes of that again!"

She snorted and shivered.

I pulled up my pants, tucked in my shirt, noting that I was going to need a proper clean up. And taking that into consideration, I found an old towel and wiped down her rump, cleaning up what was there and hoping the rest went unnoticed by the rest of the staff come tomorrow.

I had just finished up when I heard a door open, so I grabbed my clipboard and walked to the opposite end of the building turned and then headed back. I didn't want to be associated with Heaven in case it was someone coming to investigate what was taking me so long.

It turned out to be one of the hands, there to refill the main food bin. I nodded to him as I headed for the same door he had just entered. We said no words as we passed, which made me feel a little better. I really wasn't in the mood for small talk. It wasn't like I was going to tell him I had just been rolling in the doe...

So as a closing remark, allow me to tell you that despite me mildly interfering in the program, Heaven and the rest of the gals went far in adding to the population of Pere David's Deer worldwide. There are nearly a thousand of them now, maybe more. That's pretty good number from the slim herd there was back in my day.

Heaven, I found out later, had a female calf, and though I can make no claim to its lineage, I must say the initial process for bringing one into existence had been primed by me. My doe-nation had been, after all, was hardly worthwhile to the ultimate cause.

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The other day, I was thinking back to a few experiences that I had had, and one of them came forward in my mind that I thought I would relay to you. It was just as dangerous on the face of it as some of my others, and certainly improbably unique.

This was at my old job, the one where I worked the longest. This isn't one I thought I would tell, but at this point, there's no real point in keeping it mum. The female involved is hardly one most of you would even think of, much less consider for such a thing, but it worked out. It just took a couple of years.

Two years before this happened, we acquired a new resident to the zoo. Anteaters aren't a commonly kept animal because their diet was rather restricted. You may think of ants as being irritatingly common but try gathering up enough to feed one of these beasts for a day. And this wasn't just any anteater, this was a female Giant Anteater.

When we acquired her, she wasn't yet fully grown. By the next year she was, and a whopping hundred pounds she was. She carried her weight well, hidden as it was under that cascade of multicolored brownish-grey fur. From nose to the tip of her bushy tail she was longer than I was tall, though again, that hardly means much.

Now I'm sure you've seen photographs of them, even if you've never seen the real thing. They look a bit comical, with that long tapering snout and the incredibly lengthy tongue. But they have some wickedly tough claws. You see, gathering ants is tedious work, so the fastest way to get a meal is to break into ant mounds, logs, and any other place you can find them in the wild. Those talons are also effective weapons, and I know of stories where people died due to being mauled by one.

Mind you, these animals are not really aggressive, but if cornered, any animal will fight to protect itself. And there are just as many predators in South America as there are anywhere else.

So back to our gal.

That second year, some of the employees noted she seemed to be suffering from a medical problem. It only happened around certain employees however, leading us to wonder what was up. She had a liking to only a few of them, and it was Robert, one of the handlers, who it happened to the most. She would cavort around him and then walk a little distance away and fall on her side.

I had other matters to worry about, and I chalked her behavior to something she had learned over the past year. I had no idea what could have triggered it, and as she was otherwise healthy, I found little value in pursuing it. On top of that, it resolved over a week and I thought nothing more on it until the next year, when it started to happen again.

That got me thinking. You see, I couldn't be directly in charge of every animal there. That was why I had a compliment of highly trained people assisting me. But a repeat in this behavior made me think. I made a call to someone in the field who studied these animals and what I got from the other end of the phone was a chuckle and an answer.

"She's in heat!"

I'll spare you the rest of the conversation and give you a synopsis. When a female anteater is in estrus, she easily attracts a mate, who follows her around. When she finds the male suitable, she'll drop over on her side to make mating possible. If you've seen that tail, you'll not be surprised by this. It isn't something you can just get out of the way. I think this was the first time I had ever heard of an animal taking up this position before. Some, like camelids (llamas and the like) would drop to the kush position, but laying on the side was an oddity.

That gave me an immediate idea of course, and I told Robert, who was in charge of that portion of the zoo, that I was going to observe her for a few days without letting on that I now understood her behavior. I needed to allow her to become familiar with my scent.

I started off by bringing her food, which was not ants as you might think, but finely chopped meat dosed with vitamins and other supplements. I said already that finding that many ants on a daily basis was pretty much impossible.

She knew me of course, but as I had never had designs on her in the past, our contact had been limited. She came up and sniffed me over, more interested I think in the bowl of food than me personally. I set it down and watched her eat. I also noted the sections of tree trunks strewn around her enclosure. Some of them had been torn to shreds. There was a lot of power behind those claws!

She showed no particular interest in me that day, but I remained with her for a few hours, just to let her get used to my presence. I brought more food for her in the evening, and she was pretty much the same way. I wasn't deterred by her lack of interest. She had formed a closer attachment to her regular handler, so I wasn't expecting miracles. Robert was not the type to be interested in her advances anyways, unless I read the man wrong. Then again, no one would have thought I was interested in the animals in that way either.

The next day she seemed more curious about me, and when her food was patiently lapped up via that sticky tongue, she came over and checked me out with more curiosity than before. I scratched her head a little, not trying to spook her. She seemed pleasant enough, with her tongue lashing out to check out my clothing, my hands, and my face.

The evening meal went pretty much the same way, with her climbing up and over me as she expressed more inquisitiveness at my presence. I winched as those claws dragged across me. I'm pretty sure even a jaguar would take notice of those formidable nails. Once she finished she moved away, returning to me two or three times before heading a few feet away and dropping to her side.

She had taken to me!

The problem was this was neither the place nor the time. I had been seeking to see if she would react, not really expecting it. I was hardly prepared to do anything this moment. As this was past closing hours, I looked around and noted no visitors around. I moved over to her and made a precursory check on her anatomy. While these were fairly sizable creatures, anatomical differences might make anything between us impossible.

I just about considered grabbing a set of electric clippers just to be able to see what I was doing. But I found her slit, nestled under all that hair. And she was certainly ready. But was she able? I gently worked in a finger, then two, then three. Three was more than enough for me to fit. Sadly, I found myself hard and ready right then, with no means of carrying through with matters. But as she seemed to enjoy my fingering, I gave her a little dose of pleasure before calling it quits. Some animals would be receptive over a set period, while others allowed a single act to satisfy their needs. I didn't want to lose an opportunity like this because I over did it.

I pulled out and patted her sides.

"Let's see about doing this later, shall we?"

She watched me leave, wondering I think, what kind of mate I was. There was a chance we could have done it and gotten away with it, but I valued my job and reputation too much. I went back to my office and checked on who all had left for the day. Robert came in to ask how things were going, and I told him I was still trying to determine the change in her behavior, and that I might have to make some calls.

"It's just sort of weird how she did this last year too. You don't think it has anything to do with breeding behavior, do you?"

"Could be. If that's the case, we'll have to find her a boyfriend, won't we?"

He smiled and chuckled.

"Good luck there."

"I know. I'll have to see if anyone in the area has a male. Won't do any good this year, but maybe next?"

"I don't suppose it would hurt. Well, goodnight boss."

"Goodnight Robert."

The moment the door closed I stood, rummaged around for a tube of surgical lubricant, and headed out the back door. I walked around the zoo, making my way to the guard shack. I told him I was going to be on the premises for a while longer, and that I could be found over at the South America exhibit.

"Ok doc. I don't make rounds for a couple of hours. If I need you, I'll look you up."

"That's fine. I just wanted to let you know I will be lurking about."

A couple of hours; that should be plenty of time. I was going to try to get her to be compliant inside the building, but I doubted that was going to work. It wasn't a natural enough environment. I entered the building from the employee access door in the back. She was inside for the night, but as they were largely diurnal, I hit the switch to allow the gate between the building and the enclosure to open. She didn't need to be given any more of an invitation than that.

She was outside in a flash.

I went over to the door that led out into her enclosure and joined her. She was roaming around, checking out the edges, almost as if expecting something new to be there. Her exploration brought her around to me. That tongue came out as she sniffed me over. I let her go, knowing that anything we were going to be doing was all up to her.

She didn't waste any time, running away from me until I finally followed. Thankfully, when she stopped it was behind a section of faux rock that was part of the display. She dropped to her side again and lay there. I looked around nervously, then decided it was now or never. I kicked off my shoes and socks, lowered my pants and underwear, tossing them to the side, with my shirt following after them. I pulled the lubrication out of my pocket in case it was needed. I wasn't about to cause her any harm if it was avoidable.

I got down on my knees and attempted to figure out the logistics of what I was contemplating. I didn't want to startle her by acting to abruptly. Getting my fingers in place was easy. Getting my cock there was a little more challenging.

I pushed her tail back as far out of the way as possible and moved closer. My body was built nothing like hers, so I was trying to find a good method for screwing her that wasn't going to leave me aching at the end. I had to assume the male just mounted her as she was, meaning that he was over the top of her. I didn't think I as going to be able to do that without allowing my full weight on top of her. I didn't want to do that.

I opted to get in close from the side, with me on my knees. It wasn't the best position, under the circumstances, but I was going to take whatever I could get. I rubbed a daub of gel on the head of my cock and worked it around her opening. She held still as I did, moving a little only when I slipped it inside. Had I been just a little thicker this would never have worked. I was amazed even that I was managing this as it was. Still, I knew human girls that weighed less that could take more.

Every animal species was different.

I carefully pulled her closer, allowing me to get into her deeper. She didn't seem to mind the manhandling, so I moved her a little more until I was able to completely engage with her body. She was tight, as I'm sure you can assume, but she seemed to have an inherent fragility to her vagina. Some animals seemed pretty solid, but this reminded a bit of the passages in the ratites. I was glad I had used the lube, for I could easily see this ending badly.

I carefully pushed in, waited just a second, then pulled back out. I watched my cock disappear, surrounded as it was with long hairs draping down from her leg. I pushed that up a little higher and moved a little more from behind, finding that to be nearly perfect. Well, except for my knees, but sacrifices had to be made.

I leaned a little over the top of her. Planting my hands on either side, I let loose...carefully. It didn't take long before I had her body rocking; gently at first; as my cock drove into a hole that was never meant for the likes of me. I was left wondering just what my male counterpart in the species had hidden under his fur. I doubt it was anything like what was presently reaming out her hole.

She lay there, obviously willing, but seemingly uninterested in what I was doing. Some species were like that. Pleasure was part of reproduction, to induce both genders to procreate, but some had a heightened sense of it. Equines for example were really into it, especially if you approached them properly. A mare was so easy to stimulate that sometimes you'd thought they had an on/off switch that was stuck in the on position.

But anteaters were in a class by themselves, so who knew?

I was really putting myself into this, knowing that very likely this was going to be my only chance to fuck such a distinctive organism as this. Her hole, as I mentioned, was tight, with the walls of it seemingly more pliable than say, that of a goat or a pig. I was unsure if this was a sign of frailness as I mentioned, or merely an aspect of her anatomy I was presently unaware of. It was a different sort of sensation, reminiscent of an emu. Even the lengthy hair seemed to mimic those thin feathers, though maybe it was the other way around.

Regardless, as long as she was laying there, I kept my hips moving, nice and slow, yet with a solid power behind my motions. I was watching her carefully, both to avoid giving her any pain (which she might accept under the circumstance - hormones did funny things) and to see if she emoted anything akin to a sensation indicating she was deriving pleasure from the experience.

Sadly, she seemed unmoved. Anteaters were hardly as mentally developed as a lot of other mammals, so maybe I simply had my expectations set too high.

She was at least remaining still, which was something. I was about fifteen minutes into it when I felt that need to release. With a little extra power, I slammed into her with repeated thrusts until I blew a wad deep inside of her. Even then I kept going for a full minute or two until my orgasm was done. I stopped, caught my breath and at that moment, heard a bit of noise from outside of the enclosure. Accompanying it was a beam of light.

The hell if two hours had passed!

I stayed ducked down, and I hoped my partner here didn't decide to get up and move. She was supposed to be inside right now, and if the security guard spied her, he was going to investigate. I kept a hand on her rump just as an incentive to lay still.

Thankfully, he kept moving right along, doing his job out of routine rather than any sense of duty. I was going to have to ask him how well he was at telling time however. As I lay there, my heart racing, I felt her force herself upright. I let her go, for I wasn't about to do anything else until I was dressed. My cock was still firm, if not hard, and I had to work on getting my clothing on before anyone else came around.

That was when I felt it. It just about scared the crap out of me. It took me a second or two to figure out it was her tongue lapping at my cock. I was going to push her away, but I was stuck with the perverseness of the moment. I had just fucked her, and now she was giving me head.

Ok. All she was doing was lapping up the fluids we had made together. It was odd, but her behavior was pretty normal in regards to her feeding methods. I think she may have been attracted by my aroma. As it was, the incredibly sinuous tongue was rapidly wrapping itself around my shaft in a manner I found exquisite.

And I know what you're probably thinking. I could have tried shoving my cock in her mouth for something even better. That's where you're wrong. Millions of years of evolution had rearranged her skull and facial features to the point that ants (and anything that small) was all she could eat. Her jaw was barely hinged and her mouth itself was pretty small. While she had no teeth, I still wasn't going to try forcing myself on her. I had already enjoyed myself as it was.

Of course, her erotic ministrations had me all hard again. Not knowing what else to do, I grabbed my clothes and crawled through the gate to the inside of the building. She followed like a puppy. I shut down the access to the outside, and quickly made sure the door was locked. The guard likely had a key, but I couldn't help that. I then turned out the lights except for a dim one in the corner. I could barely see, but at the same time, I could barely be seen.

I entered her pen again, and like before, only more quickly this time, she flopped on her side and this time, turned to look at me. I grabbed a little lube again and slipped right back inside just like that. Her head came down to rest on the floor as I returned her to the optimal position for a good fucking. I really didn't know if mating occurred multiple times in nature for these guys. It was possible. Doing it more than once increased the chances of pregnancy, so I found it likely. As it was, anteaters usually only gave birth to a single pup so multiple couplings was probably a survival trait.

In my case, she was going to have to be content with two copulations and zero chance of conceiving.

This second time, her body seemed more vibrant; that is to say, she seemed to respond a little more to what I was doing. Her vaginal walls seemed tenser now, and less delicate. I hooked my fingers into her fur and went to work. Again, my knees were taking the brunt if this, but it was for a worthy cause. Her darkly colored back feet were up against me as I pounded away on her cunt with a little more gusto than I had before. It was pretty obvious to me now that she could take it.

I got an idea, and though I doubted it was going to work, decided to try it anyways. I kept my cock snuggly inside her, but carefully shifted her weight and her position until I was under her, and she was on top, sort of like the cowgirl position. She was a lot of lady to move, since this wasn't a normally posture for her during sex. She didn't fight me, but she didn't help either. But once I achieved my goal though, she settled in, all comfy-like.

Those feet of hers were a lot softer than I would have thought, for all the walking she did on them. Unlike her forepaws, these had little in the way of claws. Her toes dug into my hips, while the front feet; the ones I really had concerns over, hooked over my shoulders. I could feel the tips pressing into my skin and I instinctively winced.

Her tongue traced across my face. I got my hands on her rump, just at the base of her tail, and started rocking her back and forth. Her toes wiggled as I set to fucking her, this time in a position easier for both of us. Her claws were digging in, but not in any aggressive way. I think she was just hanging on for the ride. That tail lashed from side to side, the long hairs tickling my legs with each pass.

I was holding her in a strong grip, fingers locked into her fur, and I drove into her as I held her still. Her nose was up against my ear as she let out a low sibilant moan. It was this first time I had heard a sound ever come from her. I took it as a good sign and continued to plow into her body with uncontained enthusiasm.

Her back feet lost purchase on my skin and a leg went either direction to land on the floor, bringing her down even more snuggly over my erection. She grunted as the head of my cock tickled something inside. I had to assume it was her cervix; I honestly thought her canal would have been longer. Either way I concentrated on rubbing against it, pulling her against me even more tightly.

Her tongue came out and quivered, as a little saliva came out of her mouth. My thrusts became more robust the more noise she made. Then with a sudden muted squeal I felt her tense up. Apparently, it took a while for her to achieve an orgasm, but given a sufficient amount of time she could climb that slope and ride the downhill side with jubilation.

I suddenly found her hole a constrictive passageway, the walls having lost whatever thinness I had believe them to suffer. Her toes were scrabbling along my sides as her front talons were imbedding themselves into my shoulders. With an effort, I redoubled my efforts and in a moment found myself pouring another dose of my personal DNA into her body.

As my body unloaded, and sucked in a couple of lungfuls of air, and kept my grip on her body. I was hoping that she would loosen her front claws, even just a little. I was pretty sure there was blood dripping onto the floor.

I felt her body go suddenly limp. Her breathing relaxed as her body literally flowed down onto mine.

She was out!

I lay there a moment before working to slip her off and lay her on the floor. With deliberate care I slid her off and got up, gingerly feeling the two fresh holes in either shoulder. I got paper towels from the sink and blotted them dry, ruing the time it was going to take for them to heal. Still, it had been well worth it.

I went back to her pen and found her to be asleep. Her breathing was normal, so I had to assume she had had an exhaustive time of it and was dozing to recover her energy. I sat down next to her and patted her head.

"Sleep tight. You deserve a nice long rest."

I gathered my clothes and got dressed. Using a wet rag, I wiped up the droplets of my blood from the concrete. I didn't need any questions about where it came from. Making my way outside very carefully, I kept my eyes peeled for the security man. I walked all the way to my office without seeing him. That figured. I was going to slap him upside his head given the chance.

I got Band-Aids from the first aid kit and slapped them over the puncture wounds, putting my shirt back on. I then brushed down my pants, which had a number of long hairs clinging to them. I was going to have to throw the whole ensemble in the wash, that much was certain. I called it a night and went to bed.

In the morning, well after everyone was on duty, I made my way over to her display. She was up and outside, cavorting a bit more than was her normal. I watched her literally dancing around her enclosure. It was funny to watch, and I had to wonder if it had anything to do with the night before. She came around and finally noticed me standing there. She ran up to the fence and stuck her tongue out. I put my hand down for her to lick. Then, in a deliberate display, she moved a few feet away and flopped down on her side.

I laughed a little.

"No way girl. We're done. I just about got caught as it is. You'll just have to savor the memory."

She lay there for a bit before rising and ambling back over to where I was. I could swear she was looking sad. That made room for a really bad pun, but as she was the only one to hear it, I let it fly.

"Why the long face?"

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Another past instance that I have never relayed to you is one I have never talked about before, and probably with good reason. In general, I like to think my partners where capable of understanding, or at least accepting my advances. Some, however, might not fit into that category. I find a little shame in that, looking back as I am, though nothing untoward ever happened.

Mammals, as you know, are more advanced in their cranial capacities than other creatures. That means they have a greater capacity for comprehension of their surroundings, their personal motivations, and their own identity.

This isn't always the case with other genera.

Most birds act fairly instinctively. While a dalliance with an emu or an ostrich can happen both with or against the animal's acceptance of it, they do have slightly larger brains, and thus can grasp a bit of the situation. To say you can rape an animal is an aspect that can only be seen from a human point of view. Male primates are quite prone to exerting dominance over females of their own species. We are one of the few who can carry that outside of our own. We are, however, the only ones who seem to be able to turn that into something greater than it needs to be.

That being said, I am not referring to avians in regards to this tale. The lineage of which I speak is far older.

And scalier.

This story is also a little different because it didn't take place in the zoo directly. Allow me to explain. This was a case of someone coming up to me at the zoo and asking if the facility had use for a Green Anaconda.

We had a full-grown male already, and had room for another specimen in the display, but there are always concerns about bringing in an outside animal from what is essentially an unknown source. Diseases get spread that way. Reptiles are pretty hardy animals, but one could never be too careful. I was still living on site at that time, so I had the maintenance crew build a large plexiglass enclosure on one end of the room I occupied.

The snake was a good twelve feet long, and a known female. The private owner had considered getting into breeding, but his circumstances got to the point he felt he just had to give up and get rid of her. Selling her had proven to be problematic, due to her size. You either loved big snakes or you didn't but even those who did often preferred raising them from juveniles.

I moved her into there, minding the warning from the previous owner to keep an eye on her. Apparently she was an escape artist, though that behavior had just made itself known recently. Snakes were normally wide ranging in the wild, dependent upon the species of course. The larger the snake the larger the prey, so they traveled a bit when they were hungry. As sluggish as they may look in captivity, constrictors can move very quickly and act decisively.

Especially when they're hungry.

Which was why I made sure that lid was capable of being locked down tightly.

She arrived in fine form and looking as lovely as you could expect. And about as lively as you didn't want. She wasn't being aggressive, but she was definitely in a heightened state of agitation. Just trying to wrestle her into the temporary enclosure proved to be a three man job. While we were manhandling her, I got a hypodermic and syringe and got a blood sample to run later. After all of that, and once she was there, she seemed to settle in just fine.

I let her acclimate to her temporary quarters while the lab ran her blood. I was looking for any disease vectors she might be carrying, for it hardly mattered in her previous living arrangements. Putting an infected animal together with others could lead to disastrous results. As it turned, out, she was healthy in all ways, outside of the potential for carrying salmonella, which was chronic with most reptilian species.

If you were smart, you did a lot of hand washing when caring for these guys.

The only chemical that was a bit out of the normal was her estrogen level, which seemed to indicate she was approaching her prime mating time.

And that gave me an idea.

I was wary of reptiles, for as I said before, they didn't have a lot of higher brain function. A lot of what they did was motivated by instinct. If they were hungry, you could become prey just as easily as any other animal. On the other hand, acting like a lover had its own set of difficulties. My form and hers were quite different.

Since she was in the confines of my personal area, there wasn't going to be a problem with interruptions from other staff. It was, however, going to be a little risky considering her size. I hoped that if I could get her to eat, she would become more sluggish as her body concentrated on digesting her meal.

I coordinated a few matters, such as diverting one of the slaughtered rabbits we fed to the carnivores, to see if she was hungry. As it was pretty much what she had been eating prior to her arrival here, she swallowed it down without a bit of fuss.

The second part was making a long cloth bolster with a core of corrugated hose. I had one end capped, while the other had a cover that had a spout. I intended to fill it with very warm water, hoping she would find it comforting. That, and I wanted her wrapped around something besides me. Snakes did like their warmth, so I was hanging my hopes on the efficacy of my device.

The third part was getting into the cage of our male, so I could rub my hands over his scales to pick up his scent. Snakes were very acute in their olfactory senses, which was why you see their tongues out all the time. They are literally tasting the air. That proved to be easy enough, and I did it at the end of the shift so that it didn't wear off before I was ready.

Getting back to my quarters found her probing the corners of her pen, looking for a way out I presume. I locked the doors, opened the top of her present confinement, and let her sniff my hand. At first she seemed to not notice, sliding up my arm and to the outside of her home. Then she stopped, as if something inside her head came alive.

I doubt she had ever smelled the scent of a male snake in her entire sheltered life.

I had her attention now, so I had to decide if it was worth the risk of going all the way. She may very well take exception to anyone messing with her tail end. In the wild, it was the female who chose who she mated with. Having only one suiter might make this easier, or it might make it more difficult.

I pushed her head back down and closed the lid, locking it again for the moment. I really didn't need her getting out while I was getting ready. I ran the water from the tap until it was hot, filled my decoy heat source, and went back to her. Lifting the lid, I rolled the six foot of heating pad into the bottom. Wasting no time, I stripped and grabbed the lube, placing a stepstool by the enclosure and opening the top again.

She had already coiled around the bolster, leaving her attention a little away from me. I climbed in, not without a little trepidation, and got my hand down to her face again. She ran her tongue all over it. I gave her a few minutes to get the scent good and stuck in her mind. From there, I ran my hand across her scaled back, skipping over segments as her length was now compressed in smaller area.

I got down to her tail and gripped it in my hand. Turning it a bit, I found her cloaca was still closed. I didn't despair. Pulling out the lube I ran my finger across the scaled crease until it parted like one of those old coin purses. I slid my fingers in and found it plenty moist inside there, and plenty of room for me to invade it.

I opted to work my fingers within her for a bit, just to test the waters. I didn't need her getting annoyed with me right in the middle of things when my attention might be elsewhere. Shoving them in as far as I could and moving them back and forth make little impact on her. I hardly expected a grand reaction, so no response was just as good under the circumstances. As long as I wasn't hurting her and her attention didn't become confrontational, I considered the matter to be as good as it was going to get.

I got down on my knees behind her, moved her tail to a good position, lubed up my cock, and slipped inside the love canal of a four-yard-long constrictor. They got their names for their method of killing their prey, but I found that there could be another use for that name. She was elastic, meaning that if I had been twice as thick, or even three times; I would have fit inside her. It was in their nature to be adaptable, for if you've seen the size of some of their meals in the wild, you'll know precisely what I'm saying.

And in case you think I'm exaggerating, remember that anacondas give birth to live babies that can reach three feet in length. I didn't have anything near that, so we were good.

I didn't bother trying to do any moving myself. I had a solid grip on that tail, and I was moving her body up and down over my cock. It was almost like using a flesh light, though that thought didn't come to me for many years after, for back then, I don't think they existed. But I'm guessing you get the idea of what I mean.

I worked her tail like one of the gold ball washers, though again, you may be a little young to know about those. In essence, it was like masturbating with something other than your hand. A very nice, cozy, wet and curiously warm something.

I was keeping an eye on her head all the while, looking for any sign of distress. As her head was laying flat against the floor of her pen, I assumed she was finding no fault in what I was doing. I drove her tail down until it could go no further, and my cock bent a little with the effort. I pulled it back up and drove it down again. Shifting my hands to either side of her cloacal opening, I pressed her sides together, making an even tighter fit around my cock.

I was liking this a lot! She was just lying there, snuggled up against the warmth and seemingly tolerating my form of mating. I wondered if another female snake would have acted likewise. Home-raised animals didn't have all the same reactions wild ones did. There was some truth to nature versus nurture. I find it highly unlikely a completely feral one would have even let me get close, much less inside.

I was taking my luck as it came, and this time it had dumped her right into my lap. Literally.

I was in complete control now that I was inside her hole. Cloacal sex had been something that had happened infrequently in my lifetime, as you well know. I hardly need to tell you the problems that can happen, especially with those species where the male doesn't come equipped with a penis. But she was built to take it and take it was what she was doing. I was putting some muscle into slamming her down over my cock, constantly keeping her opening as firmly closed as I could. The little bit of lube I had used was coming in quite handy.

I kept this up for a good long while. Never once did she shift from her position. I had to take her immobility as, if not acquiescence, then acceptance. There probably wasn't much else I could expect from her.

My cock continued to ram into her, tenderizing that bit of flesh that up to this day, had never seen proper use. I felt a little bad, for my efforts would be wasted on her, considering we had a proper mate waiting for her. But quarantine was going to be two weeks, and therefore I had her all to myself for that fortnight. No point in regretting matters just as they were beginning.

It took me about a half an hour of constant fucking before I came. I was moving slowly at first, despite going in firmly, but towards the end, I let loose with a rage. I was slamming her hole over my cock with gusto, until I felt a tightening inside me and let it loose, gushing inside her with dramatic intensity. My balls unloaded a wad that would have been the envy of any male of her species, I can tell you that.

I kept moving her tail, seeing as my arms were hardly tired. Normally sex like this involved a lot more effort on my part. This had been both easy and enjoyable. And as she was still laying there looking rather serene, I figured I had nothing to lose. It didn't take much of this before I was completely hard again, so off I went on another round. My hands were staring to cramp a little, so I eased off the effort of constricting her slit.

It seemed like I hadn't needed to bother doing it. Her body began tightening around me as I relaxed my hands. I kept them there though, for it was an excellent position to be in. As it was, I had her torso partially twisted to do what I was doing, so I needed to keep her rotated like she was. Snakes could wrap themselves on a ball to do this; I wasn't nearly that flexible.

I worked her over for probably another thirty minutes before my knees were starting to ache from the hard flooring and I decided it was time to call it quits. I wanted to give her another load, but an hour was probably enough for the first time. I didn't need her to end up bleeding and bruised because of my actions.

I pulled out and let go of her. Sucking in a few breathes I stood and climbed out of the pen and closed the lid. She was still just laying there, perhaps savoring the first sexual experience of her life. It was hard to say if she was even contemplating anything. But she looked pretty satisfied, if I was to judge her present state.

I went and took a shower, washing thoroughly because, as I said, reptiles carried a few bacteria that didn't agree with our mammalian biology. I dried off and decided to hit the hay au natural, but not before looking in on her one more time. She was back to moving around the perimeter of the enclosure. It seemed she was none the worse for my pounding of her scaly tail.

"Sweet dreams girl," I said as I turned off the lights.

I was going to have to get up early in the morning and maybe give her another go. It was going to be Saturday, so I officially wasn't on duty, but we all know how that works. When you're boss, you're always on call. And that means people will call on you.

With that in mind I drifted off.

I awoke about an hour later, according to the clock. And I nearly lost my shit.

Have you ever heard of sleep paralysis? I had. I thought it was just bogus science. And maybe it is. But when I woke, something wasn't right.

There was a lot of weight resting on my body. My mind snapped to full alertness, reminding me that I had forgotten the important task of locking the lid back down on her cage. I had around two hundred and thirty pounds of snake draped across me! I froze, fighting back panic. She must have left the cage looking for more warmth. I had to believe that, because the odor from the male anaconda had been scrubbed off during my shower. I only had human smell about me.

I could barely move my arms, but managed to just reach the switch to the bedside lamp. I had been covered in a sheet, and that was now rolled up a bit with the anaconda. She might very well have wrapped me up into those coils had I not been laying there on a flat surface. As it was, her head was near mine, making me awfully nervous. But her tongue was not darting in and out, nor did she appear to be predatory.

I did however, note that right about in the area of my pelvis, I could feel her form sliding back and forth across mine. The remainder of her was pretty much just draped, unmoving, across the rest of me.

I didn't even dare to think that she was looking for more sex, I mean, that was impossible wasn't it? I figured I was going to have to be the one initiating it. But only later did I learn that mating between a male and female in the wild can last two weeks. I found that number to be extraordinarily coincidental.

The problem was, she was laying across my arms, and that meant that I couldn't do anything to assist in getting us together if that was indeed what she wanted. I was also still worried for my life. Being at the mercy of a predatory animal like this was enough to cause your courage to fail.

Despite my fear, or maybe because of it, my cock was soon raging hard. And this was not lost on her apparently, because on one of those passes she made, her scaly underbelly snagged and caught the tip of my cock, and in an instant, her hole had swallowed it completely. She didn't move her body, but instead stroked my member with her insides.
And that's what I meant about the term constrictor; there was much more to the term than anyone knew. She was just laying there now, squeezing and massaging my cock in a way I found to be quite sensual. I would have felt even better about it had I been in control.

Oh well It I were to die tonight, I could think of far worse ways to go.

I sucked in a breath and forced myself to relax. She was, after all, showing no warning signs. One might say she was pretty much chilling, except for were we were connected, and that was fucking hot.

I hate to make the story too abbreviated, but there isn't all that much to say. I lay there a good three hours as she lovingly stroked my cock with her insides. I don't know if I didn't cum sooner because I was enjoying her bodily ministrations, or because the fear I had was only just barely contained. I was on edge more now than at any other time in my life. It was an adrenaline rush to be sure, but a little over the edge for my tastes. I was certainly glad she wasn't poisonous, and yet there was still plenty of danger in my situation.

By the beginning of that third hour though, her muscles began a rhythmic contraction, starting at her opening and working all the way down to...who knew where it stopped. It was a repeating wave of pulsating spasms that was unlike anything I ever expected from a reptile. They grew faster and the walls grew tighter until it was simply impossible to believe this was coming from a snake.

No ordinary snake to be sure, but still...

The finale was when her tail began to vibrate in place. I can imagine it was akin to the same way a rattlesnake moved theirs, only on a much larger scale, and in a much more controlled manner. It was that movement that finally did it for me, and I came like a freight train.

Well after the point I was done dumping my load in her, she maintained her grip on my cock. Thankfully (in a way) my erection deflated into softness, leaving me barely inside her. Nearly three hours (by the clock) was just a little too much. Still, I was stuck where I was until I could figure out how to get her off of me and back where she belonged.

Her tail continued to move, seemingly questing to find the lost rod that had just moments before found a place deep within her cloaca. Now that it was over, I felt exhilarated, but let me tell you, a few hours of wondering about your life really left you questioning your decisions. Eventually though, she gave up, her coils slipping more to either side of me as she started to fall asleep.

I eventually worked my arms free, one at a time, and shifting my weight to one side, slid out from under her. From there, it was a matter of trying to move twelve feet of now-flaccid constrictor back to her container.

I made it; finally, and without help; thankfully, and in the end made sure that damned top was locked down. I sat on the edge of the bed and wondered at my luck. I had done what I had set out to do, but boy, had it nearly backfired! Or had it? Never once had she done anything to make me regret the evening. I suppose she had found a small amount of satisfaction in our tryst and was just looking for more. And it had been me, in a moment of utter stupidity, who had failed to lock the lid.

I chalked it up to the fates feeling benevolent towards me and my outré endeavors. I sat back on the bed and thought about the upcoming two weeks. I was debating my actions against the possible repercussions. I might have to scale back my expectations.

But at least I wasn't suffering from a case of reptile dysfunction. Sorry. Had to be said.

She had been docile enough today, so I allowed myself some small anticipation to what the unfolding days ahead would bring. I wasn't trying it outside of her cage again, under any circumstances. It had been remarkable, but I just felt that pushing my luck that much was not a good idea.

And two weeks of fun it was. There isn't much to tell that didn't happen on the first night, so I'll not elaborate more. But for those keeping count, we did it eighteen times that involved me blowing a wad into her, and about four more where I stopped before it could happen. By the time those two weeks were up, I think she was feeling pretty comfortable with what we here doing. Sadly for me, and perhaps for her, it was also time to move her to she how she was going to react being paired with one of her own.

Thankfully, after an initial rough patch, the two seemed to hit it off. It wasn't until the next year that they mated, and she gave birth to a whole load of babies. Once that happened, I felt better about what I had done, for I in no way wanted to ruin her experiences with her own kind. It was quite possible that she didn't even remember me, or what we had done. And I was alright with that.

I would remember it for her.

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 You know, when telling these stories, I never quite know how people will react to each one. The overall subject is a touchy one and I really do understand why. I have always worked fairly hard to keep my activities within a scope I found reasonable, though I have read articles that make my blood boil. I know I said that rape is a rather human concept, but forcing an animal to engage in sex against it's will...or at least against it's normal breeding time...is rather a bad thing.

This is especially true when harm is caused to the animal.

In this case, the matter of my actions might be considered more questionable than some of my others. It occurred at a time when I was engaging with another species, and that story you know. The place was a well-known marine park, and though I have left out the name, I think most of you can figure out which one it was.

In addition to having trained (and rather bored) dolphins, this place was one of the first to have an interactive pool. You know, the ones with starfish and conchs and rays and sharks in them.

Now, they don't put the really dangerous sharks in there, for the obvious reasons. One must consider though, that all sharks can bite. The simple rule for dealing with just about any animal is that if it has a mouth it can bite. How dangerous the bite is depends largely on the type of teeth it has.

That being said, the sharks you will find in these pools will almost always be Nurse Sharks. They are, under normal situations, pretty calm and act fairly docile, but like any shark, if you surprise them or get them riled up, they will attack you.

It's just what they do.

So you see, making out with a dolphin had whetted my appetite for all things oceanic, even though it was hardly my realm. Fish were fish, and I was normally restricted to working with mammals, so it took a bit of thinking on my part to decide to attempt having sex with one.

Sharks have a cloaca, a common feature in many lower life forms, but the male still have a penis. And of course, they had claspers which helped them keep a hold of the female during breeding. I'll assume a lot of you know more about that then I do, for as I just said, fish were not my thing.

But there are exceptions to every rule.

I didn't know about the pool right away. Doing something like this in a regular tank was out of the question for a hundred reasons. The biggest drawback would be in wearing a scuba tank. I found the idea of being all garbed up, except for maybe my cock hanging out, to be a turnoff.

That meant taking one out of the water, and while that might be something you could conceivably do on some beach somewhere, doing it in a marine park would get you into a lot of trouble. Make that double if the caught you fucking it, and even worse, if it died afterwards.

Just because sharks were fish didn't mean they needed to be treated poorly.

I took a tour of the main aquarium, which was when I first noted the pool. I tried to look unassuming as I wandered around the edge of it, mingling with a lot of kids and their parents. Swimming through it was a six foot long nurse shark.

I though that was kind of big to trust kids putting their hands in the water with, but when I asked one of the docents about it, she shrugged it off as never having been a problem.

"She's never bitten anyone that I know of, and she was born and raised here."

"Born here?"

"Sure. We raise a number of shark species, so we don't take from the wild. Most of the ones born here are so used to human interaction they rarely get aggressive."

"I see. That's interesting. Do you put everything in the pool away at night?"

"No. Everyone stays in the pool. They only time they come out is if someone ends up sick or injured. Or I suppose if it's breeding season, which it's getting close to I'm told. Then they might take her out to mix with the others in the main tank."

"I see."

I slowly wandered away to look over the occupants once more before I walked back out of the building. But...not before seeing if the keys they gave me worked on the doors. What I found was that the regular doors had different locks, but the one to the back lab did work with one of my keys.

I was just leaving when one of the marine biologists came in. I noted her before she saw me, so I acted like I was looking over the equipment. When she realized I didn't belong there, she got a little defensive.

"Who are you?"

I stuck out my hand and introduced myself, and why I was at the park.

"Oh, I see. This area is sort of off limits to non-marine staff."

"Sorry about that. I got a little lost and didn't want to push through the crowds out there. I figured pretty quickly this doesn't get me anywhere."

"No. The door back there just leads to the parking lot for the employees."

"So I saw."

I figured I'd try to distract her with questions. Everyone likes to talk about their favorites things.

"I see you have an interactive display. Is that a good idea?"

"There are drawbacks, but since it allows people to get up close and personal with the ocean life, I think it's a win-win situation."

"Any problem with diseases?"

"We keep the tanks cleaned as best we can, and there is sanitizer for people to use once their done. It hasn't been a problem yet."

"And bites? Has anyone gotten bitten?"

"Sharks are most dangerous to themselves, especially around this time. Males tend to bite the females as part of the mating ritual. We've designed these face masks for the Nurse Sharks, even though they aren't all that aggressive. Visitors don't like seeing injuries to animals."

"And with good reason," I responded. "It makes the staff look bad."

I picked up one of the masks she was talking about, looking it over. It was a fairly simple device, with a wire mesh incorporated into a heavy plastic framework, that attached to the head with a series of straps. I couldn't imagine trying to get one on a shark, but hey, that was their business.

"That's good. Oh well, thanks for the crash course. I love learning new things."

I slipped away before she could think any more on why I was there, though I doubt anything akin to the truth would ever have flitted through her head. I made way through the aquarium and over to where I was supposed to be.

I waited a couple of days, and then decided that I would give it a try. I had spent a little time with the female dolphin, but I had saved up a little of my loving for something a little less hot-blooded than she was.

It was very late when I found myself at that back door. My key opened it, and I made sure to lock it back up behind me. I stole my way through to the pool, finding the area under ambience lighting. The water was only about two feet deep, and the retaining wall not that much taller. I looked around until I found the shark. She was laying on the bottom just across from where I stood.

I got thinking that I should probably get undressed back in the lab, which I did, and at the same time took the precaution f gabbing one of those masks. I wasn't sure I could figure out how to get it on her, but as I didn't need to get bitten, I was going to give it a try.

I came back stark naked, stepping cautiously into the pool and sweeping the course white gravel with my feet. There were all manners of creatures in here, and stepping on something like an urchin could prove to be quite painful.

I got to where she was and moved my hands to her sides. She didn't react too much. I settled into the water and worked on getting that mask on her. That proved to be as much trouble as I thought it was going to be, but in the end, seemed to have it on like it was supposed to be. However, if they tried this with a less compliant specimen, all I could see was trouble.

Once it was on, I guided her over to the far side of the pool, away from the main walkway, and in the dimmest light. These places usually had guards, and their schedules could be erratic. I was hoping that I would blend in with the contours of the pool, and as I intended to be very quiet, I was hoping for the best.

I cleared the bottom of anything and everything that might cause me trouble, and then sat down. That put the level of the water at just about my neck. I shifted her over my legs, and then slipped her up until her head and mouth were just out of the water.

That put her slit just where I needed it to be.

Keeping one arm around her torso, I worked my other hand underneath to where her cloaca was, resting as it did between two fins. I had thought about getting a lubricant, but if you've ever had sex in a swimming pool, you know that water-based lube dissipated quickly. I was counting on the water soaking into my skin, and whatever she had inside her, for this to work.

I pried her open, an action which seemed to wake her up from her stupor, but after a moment, she settled back down. I pressed her down against me and gently swayed her up and down across my body. I could feel her slit as the head of my cock slipped along it, striking first the one end, and then popped across the lower one. I did this a few times without getting a negative reaction from her, so taking the next logical step, I shifted my hold on her, lined her up, and pushed.

My cock went in only a little. Despite the length of her slit, her cloaca was not presently in the condition for being violated roughly. It was as though it was sealed up inside. Each little downward push I did seemed to get me deeper, so I kept that up for a minute or so until I was able to perform longer strokes. After a couple of minutes, I was able to push her down completely over my cock.

It was an odd sensation, I'll be honest. I was used to a lot of body heat, and while some sharks can raise their core temperature higher than the surrounding waters, this gal was pretty cool inside. It was ignorable, but still a notable difference from what I was used to.

She didn't struggle during this initial stage, so I felt going a little further wasn't out of the question. I moved my hands to a higher position, one from which I could readily control the amount of speed, as well as the force of impact I was gong to be giving her as the night went on. How sharks mated and what I was doing was two different things. But if that gal I had talked to was correct, she might be feeling a little more inclined to hold still, thinking this was what to expect.

I would have loved flipping her over on her back and fucking her that way, propped up off of her of course, but that was an impossibility. I found that I had to be content with the present position, for it kept her fairly well wet, and allowed me a good position to be in while I nailed her.

I worked her up and down very slowly, allowing her gills to keep getting wet, and at the same time not wishing to rip up her insides. I knew shark sex was pretty rough, but I wasn't a shark. And I was doing this for the experience, and the fun, and hopefully she would take something away from it as well.

I soon found that every time I pulled back, her body seemed to collapse inside, and I had to push firmly to get back where I was. That in of itself proved to be a lasting memory, for once you reamed out a hole, it usually stayed that way until well after you were done. It was an aspect of this tryst that stuck with me over the years.

As I moved her back and forth, I allowed my mind to wander to what other sharks might be like. Something like a bull or a great white would have a lot more mass, and likely be able to take a good, solid pounding. But the only way that would happen would be with one anesthetized, or else out of the water and totally immobilized. Either choice was hardly a fair game for the shark.

Yep, this was probably the only way to go. She was big enough to take it, small enough to for me to handle, docile enough to acquiesce, and in a place where it could be accomplished without a hindrance to either partner. If you were every going to try repeating what I did, this was the place to do it. That is, unless you had the money to load salt-water in your built-in swimming pool and stock it with your own harem.

The motion I had in moving her was almost mesmerizing, a sort of wave like washing as she slipped up and back down again, impaled as she was on my cock. Every once in a while I would push down a little harder and leave the pressure there for a few seconds. On the third or fourth go at it, I swear I could feel her tense up inside. I pulled back and drove her down hard again, and this time I could feel it in her whole body.

Her tail lashed a little at the end of that tremor.

I found that intriguing. I knew what I thought it was but I didn't think that was possible. I doubted it was an orgasm, for I didn't think lower creatures like fish had such a thing. But then a lot of fish ejected eggs and sperm directly into the water, so maybe there was some pleasure associated with the act that was a weak translation of it. Shark procreation was more complicated than that, so who knew? I sure as hell didn't.

Finding the effect to be strangely erotic, I continued to do it, pushing her body down tightly until that tremor started, and then letting up a little as it ran through her. Her whole body wiggled each time, though she seemed in no way eager to be let loose. I ended up doing this repeatedly, eventually going faster and harder, and doing the whole thing much quicker.

After ten wonderful minutes of stirring up the water, and apparently her inner sensuality, I found myself cumming. Her whole body seemed like it was caught in an epileptic fit. Her slit was trembling, and her insides had contracted perceptibly. Her tail was lashing back and forth almost violently now, as I drove her down over my manhood until I blew every last drop I had inside her.

Even then I just held onto her, waiting until my cock lost rigidity and slid out on its own. Then, and vary carefully, I undid the mask on her snout and allowed her to drift down into the water. She sank to the bottom and lay there, unmoving. I nudged her with my toes, and she started, swimming up to the surface, and then back down again. She circled the pool once and came back to where I was.

And she slid up as far as she could in my lap.

"I get it. Not your average visitor, am I? Well, it was fun, but I think I have to go sweetie. Can't overstay my welcome you know."

I gave her head a pat, and gently pushed her to the side. She slid off and swam a few feet away, and then came back again. Not knowing what else to do, I rolled her a little onto her side, and slipped a few fingers into her. She hardly moved as I did, so I took the next few minutes to work her over, until she trembled again and rolled all the way over on her back. I pulled out, righted her and gave her a push, where she swam a few feet and sank to the bottom again. I stood up, let most of the water drip off of me, then climbed out on the back side where there was no carpeting. I didn't want to leave tracks anywhere.

I found some small towels in the lab and dried off with them, tossing them in a hamper and then getting dressed. I think the night had gone as well as one could have hoped, and probably better than I deserved. I was going to have to take a little more interest in piscines after this, though I doubted it would go anywhere. Fish were, after all, just fish, and unless I moved to the shoreline somewhere, this was never going to happen again. It had been a truly unique time.

The next day, sort of like a criminal coming back to the scene of the crime, I spent my lunch break back at the pool. Kids were sticking their hands in the water hoping something would glide under so they could ouch it. It made me smile, seeing young people taking an interest in animals that way. Mine was a little outré for most, and I accepted that with good grace,

I found an empty space along the wall and leaned down, sticking my hand in, just like everyone else. Yeah, I know I had been in it much more in depth a mere twelve hours ago, but I was doing my best to blend in. There was a series of oohs and aahs behind me and as I turned to see what the kids were reacting to. I saw her gliding along the surface. She made a beeline right for my hand, and nuzzled up in it, even pushing herself a little out of the water.

I gave her head the barest of scratches.

Everyone around me just sort of looked on with barely contained jealously.

"Hey mister," cried a kid in front of me. "She likes you."

"So it seems. Must be something she smells on my hand," I said blandly.

Even the docent came over.

"That's odd. I've never seen her take to someone like that."

I wasn't the same person as the other day, so of course I wasn't recognized,

"I don't know what to say. It's not like we went on a date or anything."

That got me a few chuckles.

I rubbed her head a little bit more before pulling my hand out and walking away. There was no good to come out of making a display of myself. As it was, I was getting turned on but the interaction. She'd forget me soon enough, and there were plenty of people to give her a scratch should she seek it.

It was just that none of them were going to give her a scratch where she needed it most.

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Hello again everyone. I have a few more stories to tell you, and then I think I'm calling it quits. I know a lot of you have gotten a rise out of them, and if what you derived from reading them involves more than that, I don't want to hear about it. What you do in the privacy of your own place is your business.

So.

There is an internet adage I was recently made aware of. I don't frequent the online world, because I'm just too wrapped up in the real one. But this adage made me recall something that seemed to fit the idea.

The meme, or whatever you call it, says, "Don't put your dick in that."

It sort of goes with the older one of, don't put your dick in crazy. Yeah, I knew a few of those stories, but they all revolve around people. But don't put your dick in that reminded of the time I put my dick somewhere I swore I never would. And yes, it's been all kinds of places, so what in the world would make this one special?

Oh, maybe the mouthful of sharp teeth and wicked fangs.

The story goes like this, and it really wasn't all that long ago. Since I'm always trying to shove a few facts down your throat, I suppose I need to mention that there are more large cats in captivity than there are in the wild. Well, maybe that doesn't apply specifically to lions, but it does with tigers. But then again, there are a lot more white lions in captivity, especially here in the states. I don't approve, but then again, I'm not against it. I just think that for the most part, these animals do better in properly maintained zoos. Africa and Asia's human population is pretty hard on a lot of wild animals, and in that I mean the indiscriminate hunting, so there seems to be a sort of balance occurring in the world.

Now, I never worked for one of these private game parks. Go back far enough, there used to be more of them. They dwindled down to the point that a lot of them are just privately owned places that don't have much in the way of visitors. But in some places the state regulations required exams of these wild animals to prove their health was being maintained. A lot of regular vets wouldn't have anything to do with them, and therefore, I got called into duty. As always, the money was good, and it was only going to be for a few days.

This one was a self-styled "safari park" that had a section you could drive through, and another section with cages, The drive thought section had zebras and giraffes and antelopes, and with one portion that did have a family of lions running loose. I always wondered about that; that there weren't more problems with having predators having free range. Be that as it may, however, there was another lion at the park, and it was one of the white ones.

For those of you unfamiliar with the white coloration, it's not albinism. It's just a genetic quirk. And the original stock came from a place in Africa called Timbavati. If you want to find out more on them, I'd suggest you look them up. I used to have a book, but I highly suspect that the internet probably has a lot more information on them than I had available.

So.

It is this lone, white lioness that is the center of this story. Her name was Margaretha, though they just called her Maggie. As for the longer name, as boring as this explanation may be, that was supposedly the name of the person the fictional Snow-White character was fashioned after. Or so they told me. You know my opinion of naming animals.

So more about Maggie. She was only a little over a year old then, and was as docile as you could ever expect a predator to be. I still didn't really trust her, for anything with fangs and claws was potentially lethal. Period. Hell, a reindeer with a full set of antlers was dangerous if riled up, so I rarely let down my guard. But the owner went into her enclosure and gave her a pat on the head, followed by a lot of scratches and rubs.

"I'm telling you, she's just a little pussycat," he said with a smile.

"Pussycat's have claws and teeth too," I said from outside of the enclosure.

"I know all about that. But Maggie here has never been a problem to anyone. In fact she has some really kitten-like qualities."

"Such as?"

"Oh, for one she still has the need to suckle. Seems like maybe she was taken away from her mother too soon."

"You do feed her regular food, don't you?"

"Oh yeah. I mean she just likes to suck on your finger or thumb."

As a demonstration, he rubbed his thumb around her mouth, exposing those formidable teeth. She opened up and he stuck it inside, where she calmly latched onto it and went into a content trancelike state. I could even her noises coming from her mouth, she was slurping that powerfully.

I felt a stirring in my pants. I also told myself the idea that had suddenly popped into me head was dangerous and stupid. Despite this, I entered through the door and came up alongside the owner, as he continued espousing her qualities.

"See? She's all look and no show. I kind of think that maybe these beauties are getting a little inbred anymore. Everyone has wanted them ever since Siegfried and Roy got theirs."

"Yeah. A few of them are at zoos, aren't they?"

"Yep. Probably the best place for them, but this girl brings in the crowds."

"I bet she does."

She was still slurping away on his thumb. He used his free hand to scratch behind her ear.

"She's just a real babydoll. I know she still has the potential to be dangerous but heck, I just can't see it ever happening. Now the ones out in the safari? The group demands respect."

I nodded, still watching her sucking on his thumb. Sucking is just not something you see from an adult...well...anything.

"And we still have to work with those, don't we?"

"Yep. State says I have to prove everything is hunky-dory with all the animals. If I don't, there goes my license."

"This is going to be some work."

You see, the herbivores were generally much easier. It was a matter of rounding them up, restraining them for a while as I listened to their lungs and heart, and then getting blood samples. The samples were sent to an independent laboratory, so I was out of the loop once they were obtained. But I was to be there for the obtaining part.

Working these lions was going to be nerve wracking. This girl on the other hand, well, she had promise. I had no idea if anyone else had ever thought to try something other than their finger in there, but my mind was already assessing the possibility. I wasn't going to have a whole lot of time, for I was going to be busy working. The only real advantage I had was that I had come in a customized van, and had already gotten permission to park it in the lot while I was here.

I was still watching her suck his thumb even as this was going through my head. I moved closer and put my hand to her nose. She sniffed indifferently and continued to work over his opposing digit. I felt a hard-on coming on.

"Has she had this behavior the entire time?"

"Pretty much. If she does get agitated, it will settle her down right away."

"I'm surprised you haven't made her a pacifier."

He laughed and pulled his thumb loose.

"That's not a bad idea!"

I ruffled her head a little, let her sniff my hand again, and then we both left. I made a note that though the gate-latching mechanism was complicated, it mystifyingly didn't have a lock. All the better for me, assuming I could get back in on this side of her enclosure. A quick look showed I could make it over the wooden fencing, so that was covered. And then it was just getting in to see her.

I so had a pacifier that would be just perfect for her.

I decided it was going to be that evening or not at all. My heartrate was elevated the entire time I was thinking about it. I knew there was a danger in doing something this risky, and I think that drove me onward with even greater force. Fucking a deer was great, let me tell you, but the danger was pretty low. Same for a lot of animals, and yes, I had experience with some that were considerably risky. It was all a matter of getting a feel for things.

I was already imagining the feel I would be getting from this gal.

Thankfully, this place didn't have security personal. The whole of it was surrounded by barbed wire fence, and that had been suitable for keeping the animals in, and stupid people out. That was going to make this much easier for me.

I waited until I knew that pretty much everyone was gone, and there was still a little light left to see by. I was dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. I was keeping things as minimal as possible. I was also keeping my fingers crossed that this wasn't as bad an idea as I was still thinking it was. I was going to be alone, in an enclosure, with what was still essentially a wild animal.

Oh well. If I died, I wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath.

I made it over the wood barricade easily enough and walked around the fencing to see where she was located. She saw me about the same time I saw her and came over to investigate. She rubbed her chin and cheek along the fence. I scratched her from my side, finding her to be as lovingly gentle as she had been proclaimed. Mind you, I was still having second thoughts about this, but if I didn't have any guts, I was not going to have any glory.

I thought about trying it through the fence, but like I just said above, there was more to be had by being in there with her. I walked back, undid the latch, said a little prayer, and went inside. She came right up to me and rubbed her head under my hand. I gently ruffled her fur and scratched behind her ears. I think that if lions could purr, she would have been doing it.

Moving on, I rubbed her neck, her shoulders, and her rump as she walked past me, and that then got me wondering what was under that tail. Yes, of course I knew; but she was being so lackadaisical right now, that her attitude opened up even more possibilities. I thought about it, and then pushed it out of my head. Unless she was in heat, that was not a good route to take.

And I had no idea when she had ovulated last. Trying to force the issue could have some bad results. Better the stay the course.

She walked back over to her table, which is essentially what it was. It was a flat platform that allowed her to be off the ground, or, conversely, for her to lay under if she so desired. She climbed up and lay down, her head even with my waist.

Talk about perfect.

I followed her and gave her some more attention, finally getting brave enough to stick my thumb between her lips. She parted them, opened a little and latched onto it like a vacuum hose. Fuck that was strong! I got erect in a second, despite the dangerousness of the situation. I could just imagine what this was going to feel like elsewhere.

I let her go for a minute or two, and then pulled away just long enough to get my shorts unbuttoned and down around my ankles. Then, with more than a little trepidation, I lined up my cock with her mouth and leaned in. She pulled it in as though there was no difference between it or a thumb.

Her tongue was wet and warm, and just a little bit rough. A human's tongue (well, a lot of animals really) tend to be smoother. I wasn't complaining, just noting the difference. Had she been licking my cock for any length of time, that might have gotten annoying. But this was perfectly fine. And quite stimulating.

I pushed forward a little at a time, and she kept taking it without hesitation. In no time my belly was up against her nose, and she was serenely sucking away like a baby with a bottle. I even found myself brave enough to grab ahold of her, behind her ears, and gently rocked her head back and forth.

She seemed to be in a state of perfect Zen.

Lord knew, this was certainly going to be an existential experience for me.

She simply zoned out. If someone had laced her food with cannabis, I think she could not have gotten any mellower. Her blue eyes went to being half-lidded. But her suction on my cock just kept going unabated. She definitely had a oral fixation and I was loving it!

Her teeth barely came into play, for she wrapped her tongue around me and pulled on it exquisitely. My cock was rock-solid inside her mouth, and I was wondering how long I could hold out. Part of me was worried what would happen the second I let loose. I had no idea how she'd react to having a load of human cum shot down her throat. Part of me couldn't wait to find out.

As the minutes passed, she remained as still as a statue, eyes now fully closed, as she slurped and pulled at my cock with a tenacious purpose. I could see her being completely content with having a pacifier, assuming it was shaped like a dildo. Good god, could she suck!

It finally got to the point that I just couldn't hold back. Nearly afraid to break the calm she was enjoying, I took greater liberties with her head, gently ramming it against me. Her eyes cracked open a little, but the suction kept coming.

And then so did I.

I unloaded my balls directly at the back of her mouth. I even added a few weak thrusts while I did because I just felt I needed to. She opened her eyes then, but she hardly seemed alarmed. The sucking continued as though there was nothing like it, or anything better, in the whole wide world. I don't even think she noticed my discharge, though she did swallow. I was uncertain she even tasted anything, considering the bland reaction I got.

And she was still right there, still sucking away.

I debated on leaving, but she was keeping me so damn hard! I'd been sucked off by a calf before, but that was more a more frantic action. This was just...peaceful. I mean, for her that is. I was feeling pretty jacked up from what she was doing. I allowed myself to relax a little, now that the edge was off, and debated trying to change this up a little. Her platform was sizable enough for three lions, so I pulled out of her mouth and climbed up next to her.

No, I wasn't going for the other prize. I was hoping to see if she'd still do what she was doing, only from a different position.

She watched me shift spots, and followed my movements to where I was now; laying beside her. She was licking her lips, possibly just now noting the taste in her mouth. She got up, moved around me, and then came up over my legs, nuzzling my crotch. She gave the area a few licks, and then went back to mock-nursing action. I now had two hundred pounds of lioness holding me down.

Her whiskers tickled more now, adding a little to the whole effect. I could feel her breathing as she slurped my cock in its entirety. I forced myself to unwind, for despite the pleasure I was receiving, I hadn't forgotten the source of it. It took in a deep breath and let it out.

She took no notice of my discomfiture.

All she was intent on doing was to sooth herself. She wasn't even aware that I was deriving as much out of this, and maybe even more, than she was. I doubt she would have cared.

I did see a bit of a flaw in my plan, though I hoped it wasn't a major one. With her now laying across my legs, I was stuck. And that didn't mean until I was finished; that meant until she was finished. And at the rate she was going, that might be a long time.

Despite me reservations, that tongue was fantastic, and that was all there was to it. If she was happy, I was happy. Lord knows it was not a common thing for animals, leastwise from my familiarity with them, to have this kind of oral fixation. Again, it wasn't something I was going to write a dissertation on, but it was amazing all the same.

I was so damn gratified from what she was doing, I would have even considered giving it in return. That wasn't going to happen, but I did get another thrill just thinking about it. The typical sixty-nine position wasn't entirely compatible due to our differing body types, but I would have been willing to give it a try. One good turn deserved another.

I think I was there for fifteen or more minutes before the second load found its way to the surface. I left my hands off of her this time, and just let her do her thing. As I started to cum this time, though, she seemed to notice and worked even harder, moving her head down firmly, and pressing her nose so close her hot breath tickled my hairs. Then she came up, lapping my shaft and grabbing every last drop of cum I had to give.

She gave me a look I didn't understand, and then went back to sucking my cock again. I wasn't sure I could survive much more of this, but she had me pinned down. The last thing I was going to do however was panic. Nothing gets you killed faster than showing fear. And I wasn't really worried at the moment. I was simply feeling like much more of this and I was going to climb out of my skin.

Perhaps to my advantage, my body wasn't ready to give in to another erection. She sucked away for a few minutes, finally giving up on achieving another satisfying mouthful. Her head came up; she looked at me, then got up and laid down beside me with sigh.

I rolled over on top of her and gave her a hug and massaged her muscles a little. It was a good thing I was spent, for I really found the idea of fucking her to be overwhelming my common sense. Just because she had been obliging up to this point didn't mean she would tolerate me diddling her pussy if she was out of season.

I lay with her for a while, then followed my head instead of my libido and got dressed. If I stayed long enough I might find myself recharged, and though that appealed, I felt it was not a wise thing to do, Pushing one's luck too far had consequences.

I made sure I had everything I came in with and slipped out, closing the gate and latching the mechanism fully. From there it was over the wooden wall again and out to the parking lot. I grabbed something quick to eat from my stash, got undressed and lay down. I was probably going too kick myself in the future for not pushing things farther, but I could live with that. Sometimes the gut feeling was the best one to go with. And I say that with complete pride.

Really. I'm not lion one bit...

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Me again.

You can assume, of course, that I rather had more encounters with ore of the less-risky animals than with ones with sharp teeth and appetites for flesh. Maybe that's less exciting to your way of thinking, but from my view from the back end, things were always pretty exciting for me, regardless of the animal.

This story is yet another one covering the more docile creatures you might find, though, you won't find them just anywhere. This is one I rather grew up with, you see. And you'll never find such an attractive backside as you will on the American Pronghorn. That is my opinion only of course, and you may feel free to disagree.

If you've ever seen them in the wild, they are an extraordinary animal, and quite fast. They are a species that look a lot like an antelope, but the only extent member of their group remaining in North America. When you see the horns, don't think antlers. They are not deer. And, I repeat, they are not antelope, even if people refer to them with that nomenclature.

I was familiar with them long before I ever got the idea in my head to dally with one. I first saw them on a trip through Wyoming and fell in love with their looks. When you're used to deer, these guys made for a surprising change in the scenery. But you had to look quickly.

Because man can they run.

But the thing I noted, and always adored, were those heart-shaped butts. The white fluffy fur and those short little tails just made those backsides irresistible. Even so, one must have an opportunity to enjoy what one sees, and for the most part, these animals ran wild across the western plains. Finding them in a zoo setting was pretty rare.

At least it was for me.

So consider my luck then when I was spending some time at a dude ranch. If you've never heard of such a thing, the easiest explanation I can give is that they are once-functioning cattle ranches that converted over to serving tourists. As they still had a lot of horses, and sometimes cattle, there was the need for a veterinarian from time to time.

As it was, I happened to be covering for a friend, who wanted to go to one of the conferences the society sponsored. I was in the position of filling in, and came a week early to get the hang of his business and his clients. This was mostly large animals, unlike the standard fare of cars, dogs, rabbits and hamsters. That suited me just fine.

The day he left, I got a late-in-the-evening call from this ranch, with a claim that one of their horses had colic. I had hoped to get through this week without any trouble, but it looked like fate decided to spring something on me right off the bat. I got into the truck, looked at the map, figured out where I was going, and headed out. After getting lost once, I made it there as the sun was crawling towards the horizon.

The horse in question, a middle aged mare, did seem to be suffering from some intestinal blockage. I administered some laxatives, went through the motions of giving her a colonic (enema if you will) and recommended she get a good gallop in the morning. I also looked in on the diet they were being fed, in case there needed to be adjustments made there.

And all you thought was that I knew tropical and exotic animals.

Coming back to the main ranch building I was startled by the sudden appearance of a pronghorn doe. This was the right country for them, but they were very particular about staying away from humans. This one came right up and sniffed me.

I was a little spooked by the odd behavior.

I reached out and scratched her head.

She butted against my fingers looking for more.

I was mystified. It was far from the normal actions of a wild pronghorn, but as far as I knew, there were laws against keeping them. Zoos maybe could, but not on a place like this.

Just then the owner came out, all smiles.

"I see you've met our resident nuisance."

"Um, you do know you're not allowed to keep pronghorns..."

"Sure do. She isn't ours. We belong to her it seems."

"What?"

"Look. Come on inside and tell me what I need to know about my mare, and I'll tell you all about Denise."

She was going to follow us right through the doorway. He shooed her away and hastily closed the door.

"Dang fool antelope!"

I just gave him a weak smile.

I reported off on the horse, telling him that there might need to be some adjustments to their feed, and to make sure that all of the animals got equal rotation to keep them well exercised. He nodded and agreed with me.

"She's been a little lame in the rear right leg, so that might account for the additional trouble."

"Do you want me to look at it?"

"Not tonight. It's getting late. If you like, I've got a few spare rooms. You can stay the night and get up early for another look at her. If you don't mind."

"Office hours aren't until ten. I suppose if I get up early, I can make it to the office before then."

"Great! I'll have them set out an extra place in the dining hall."

"Ok. Fess up. What's the deal with the pronghorn?"

"Denise? She's a weird one alright. Everyone loves her though."

"And?"

"Oh. She came here as a rescue. She was a little thing with a broken leg. Doc fixed her up and we kept her in the barn until it healed. Her maw never came around to look for her, so I figured the herd must have given her up for coyote meat. Once she was healed, she was free to go. Seems like she likes the place though. She's never left."

"You mean, she could leave any time she wants?"

"The front gate's always open. She comes and goes, but mostly she stays."

"That's really odd."

"You're telling me. But she's a hit with the guests, and since I'm not restraining her, I'm not breaking the law."

"And she shows no inclination to join up with others of her kind?'

"Not really. I think she ended up imprinting with the horses. I'm no vet, so maybe I'm reaching there, but she prefers to run around with them any old day."

I scratched my chin.

"How long has she been here?"

"Going on a year. I figure she'll leave when she wants to. Until then, I have food out for her, and as I said, the front gate is always open."

"Extraordinary."

"You're telling me."

He pointed out the window. She was doing her best to peek inside.

I just chuckled.

"If I wasn't seeing it, I wouldn't believe it.

"I get that a lot. The local game warden still comes and checks on her. He thinks I'm up to something, but honest-to-god I'm not."

"Oh, I believe you. If she were acting normal, she'd be nowhere near here."

"Right! Exactly! But as long as she wants to stay, I make accommodations for her."

I smiled as she kept pressing her nose against the glass pane.

I rose to leave.

"I'll be up early to check on the horse."

"Good enough. I'll see you in about an hour. Here's the key to your room. The number is on the fob."

"Sounds good to me."

I walked through the door and immediately had a tail. It was both comical and weird. I had had deer do this, in those "deer park" settings, but they were always after food from the visitors. This gal was acting like pet dog or something.

I stopped and gave her some more scratches. That gave me a moment to orient myself. I was going to find the sleeping quarters and find my room, and then make my way to the hall for some supper. Room number twenty one was on the first floor, and had a small patio, with walls on either side, to allow occupants some privacy in the evening.

Denise had followed me to the main door, where I politely shooed her away. I was pretty sure she wasn't wanted inside the building. She might get in easily enough, but getting out was hardly an option. Once I cleaned up, I was looking out the sliding door and saw her moving around the grassy area a hundred or so feet away.

I made my way to the door, into the hallway, and stealthily made may way across the compound to where the food was being served. The smells alone made that easy to find.

I was lucky enough to get inside without attracting her attention. I felt foolish trying to outwit an herbivore, but she seemed pretty clingy. I mean, to me she did. Maybe she was that way with everyone? I guess I could find out.

I was shown to chair as the food was brought out, piled high on platters and in bowls. Let me tell you, I wasn't used to eating big meals, being on the go as often as I was, so I felt a little awkward with the small amount I put on my plate. On of the ranch hands introduced himself by joking with me a little.

"Hey bud, you want the kiddie table?"

"Why?"

"That's how much you put on your second helping."

"Ha ha. I tend to eat smaller amounts throughout the day."

"Not here you don't. You eat big in the morning, because it has to last you until evening, and in the evening, you eat hearty because it has to last you until morning."

I laughed at that.

"In the morning I'll be up to look at that mare and then I'll be out of here. I think I can live on what I grabbed."

He tossed another roll on my plate.

"Suit yourself."

"I will, thanks."

After I was finished, I tried to get a little information out of him.

"Hey, if you don't mind asking, what's up with that pronghorn?"

"Ole Denise?"

"Yes. And for God's sake, why the name?"

"Oh, that was from one of our guests a little while back. Thought she was a he, and named her for all the trouble she causes."

"Oh, as in Dennis the Menace?"

"That's the one. We just bumped it over to a female version."

"Makes sense. Is she a lot of trouble?"

"She can be. Never seen a damned wild critter act so domesticated, if you get my drift."

"I noted her behavior. She acts more like a goat than a pronghorn."

"Yeah, that's about right. She'll nose her way in anywhere she can, and follow a person around until they grow paranoid. She'll be in a barn one minute and running along side the horses the next."

"Something wrong in her head?"

"Can't say. She's a cute thing though. We consider her a good luck charm."

"Despite the name?"

"Oh, she's just curious I think."

"About?"

"About? Everything. She just loves people and sticking her nose where it don't belong."

"Does she now? How unlike the species."

"Oh, I don't know. I've heard of similar cases in the past."

"Well I haven't."

"Maybe you've been reading the wrong books doc."

He smiled and got up, gave a little nod and left the room. I followed behind him a moment later. Stepping outside, I looked both directions. Even as I mulled over her case in my head; the pronghorn was nowhere to be seen. I was left a little disappointed that she had lost interest in me so quickly, but by the same token, I was relieved to not have her following me. It was rather a weird feeling. Like seeing shadows out of the corner of your eye.

I got to my room, looked out the back door and saw nothing but the great expanse. I stepped out, sat down, and gazed at the scenery. It was truly awe-inspiring. This was perfect country for her kind, and of course the bison. I found it tough to image the pure numbers of animals that used to roam these lands. We had gone so far as to nearly wipe them out.

After a few moments of retrospection, I got up and went inside. I pulled off my clothing and got into the shower, prepared to hit the hay early. I won't say I was sissified, but their schedules here were far removed from those I normally maintained. I scrubbed up good, finishing the job I started prior to supper, and called it a done deal. I came out of the bedroom to find...

Denise. I use her given name here because she was sure as hell trouble. I had left the sliding door just open a little to let air in and she had taken it into her silly head to shove it open the rest of the way.

She was just looking at me with those expressive eyes.

I wasn't having any of it.

"What the hell do you want?"

She just looked at me like I was the crazy one.

I was going to go and close the door, which was a little after the fact, but if I wanted her out, I was going to have to leave it open. But as I wasn't dressed, people could see in and that had its own problems.

"Shoo! Get out you stupid twit!"

She still stared at me like I was loco.

"Look you idiotic beast! I need to go to bed I don't have time for..."

She turned around, put her front legs up on the bed and rested her chin on the comforter. I stopped and tried to process that.

"What the hell are you doing now?"

She didn't move. It was like she was resting, but only half on the bed.

I really didn't have time to deal with a lunatic antelope wannabe. She was cute and all, and under different circumstance I would have found this funny, but right now all I could think of was...

What was I thinking?

I had a travel bag with me, and inside where a few things that were always useful when making house calls. I went to the door and closed it, drew the curtain and turned to see her still holding her position.

"Ok you stupid dope. Let's see what you're up to."

Surgical lubricant is always a must, from getting pills down throats to doing...other things. I wasn't sure if she was in the mood, or just continuing with her bizarre behavior. I figured a few fingers up her cunt would determine if she was in the mood for something, or just being an idiot. Everything I had seen up to this point had been plain craziness.

I lifted her tail and went straight for the hole. I slipped in one, then another, just to see if that was going to be enough to get her to go away. She didn't move a muscle. That made me pause. I had to assume that this was learned behavior, because it was generally contrary to her nature. Animals ovulated seasonally, for the most part, and I doubted I was that lucky. Someone here had to have trained her to do this, and I suddenly wondered who that could be.

Whoever it was, they were my friend for life.

My cock went hard. I mean hard. Taking the rest of the lube I had on my fingers, I slathered the tip and the shaft and lined up. If she was willing to take it, I was doubly willing to drive it home. The head pushed against those tight lips, spreading them apart, but I was left wondering if I was going to make it inside. If she had been getting nailed by one of the ranch hands, he was either not so well endowed, or she could seal up that hole like nobody's business.

I grabbed her by the hips, pushing against her until there was a physical jolt as the head made it in. She jumped a little, and her head came up just a tad, but then she was back to being unflappable. I on the other hand was filled with excitement. It wasn't often you found a wild animal that was into non-reproductive sex. Especially an animal as normally skittish as this.

I pushed my cock into her harder, grinding past her opening and sinking ever deeper into her. I was pretty sure I had a lot more thickness than her male counterparts, and yet she was taking it like it was nothing. I grabbed her with a firmer grip and pulled her back away from the bed and worked myself in until there was nowhere left to go. I was in all the way.

From there is was just a matter of a nice, slow in-and-out motion, for there was little room for a good ramming like I wanted to do. The bed creaked a bit, and I had to hope that the sound didn't carry too far. If others knew I was alone, they might wonder at the sounds emanating from the room.

All this while, she remained just as she was. This wasn't even a normal mating stance for any animal that I knew of. While I can claim ignorance of how pronghorns mated, I was pretty sure beds were not within their normal consideration.

I fucked her long enough for her to loosen up a little. That allowed me to work her over a little harder, but I kept it reined in so as to not do her any harm. After about twenty minutes of bed-creaking fun, I felt my balls tighten up and I poured a load into that sweet cunt of hers.

Feeling just a little acidic, I pulled out, and before I had even finished filling her up, pushed her rump down and rammed my cock straight into her asshole. She grunted and jerked, wiggled a little, but I held a steady hand on her to keep her where she was. I could feel her muscles struggling against the invasion, but it was to no good purpose. In a second, I was buried in that ass as far as I could reach.

"Hold still Denise," I cooed quietly. "We don't want to disturb the neighbors."

She let out a grunt coupled with a snort through her nose.

I plugged away on her ass for something close to half an hour. She wasn't going to have any trouble going to the bathroom after I was done with her. That passage was going to be well stretched beyond its normal capacity. In the end (pun intended I suppose) I pulled out and dropped back down to the lower hole, which had started to reduce in size, and spend a fair amount of time drilling away on it.

While she did struggle a little, it was hardly what I would call excessive. Once I was back in the hole nature intended for this kind of use, she quieted right back down. I almost felt bad, but part of me was being harsher than normal, in the hopes that maybe she might take less interest in humans. Maybe she would find something better for herself out in the wild. Oh, I was having fun, and like I said, I was keeping things dialed back, but only just enough. This was definitely going to be the only time I was ever going to get to fuck one of these, and I was damned well going to enjoy it.

By the time I finished pumping her cunt full a second time, she was pretty much a quivering mass on the bed. I pulled out, watching my cum slowly leak out of her now loose hole, and even her anus was still trying to close back up. I backed up, in case she felt like moving , but she was just laying there, panting. Figuring she might be more comfortable all the way on the bed, I gabbed her lower half and lifted it completely on the bed.

She was still leaking cum from her cunt. I went to the bathroom, got a towel, and stuck in under her rear.

"You might be a menace to some, little darling, but I think you're just a fortuitous circumstance for me. I never figured I get to nail the likes of your kind, not ever, and here you were, just waiting for me."

Her head came up and she craned her head around to look at me.

"Was it good for you too?"

Her tail switched a few times. Then, ever so carefully, she sat up and got off the bed. She stood on the floor for a moment before falling in a heap. I moved to where she was and gave her a hand, keeping her steady as she found her legs. She headed for the back door, so I undid the curtains and opened the latch to let her out. Belatedly, it dawned on me that I should have been more careful about that. I had no idea if there was anyone on the adjacent patios. Seeing a wobbly legged pronghorn come out of nowhere was going to be damned suspicious.

My fears were muted by the fact that the sky was pretty dark, with just a bare touch of sunlight showing over the ridges to the west. She made her way not too far out, voided, and then turned to look at me. I moved to close the door, because I was going to have to clean up again, but she made a beeline for my position. I got the door closed and just looked at her.

"Are you nuts? After what I just did, you want back inside?"

I didn't have it in me to ream her out again, but if she was this willing to undergo that much personal contact again, there was always morning. I opened the door quietly and she slipped inside without hesitation.

"You are a glutton for punishment, aren't you?"

She picked a spot on the floor and made herself comfortable. I washed up a little, dried off, and climbed into bed. I watched her for a while before turning out the light. This had been an unexpected turn of events, and I was glad I had taken up this temporary assignment. Before I turned out the light, I called to her one more time.

"There's room on the bed sweetie, if you like."

She seemed to ignore me.

At two in the morning I felt her climb up. At four, I was fucking her again.

I'll skip the additional details, for what was going on would hardly have changed in a few hours. Sure she was on her side this time, and just as freakishly willing as before, but I mean, really, what more can I say? That I drilled her out until she couldn't walk properly, for a second time? Well, yeah. That goes without saying.

I did get her outside again, this time closing the door and the curtain before she could make it back. If she did return, I didn't want to know about it. It wasn't that I didn't think she was sweet, because if I could have snuck her out of the compound I would have, but that wasn't happening. So the next best thing was to give her the brushoff. As it was, I was going to be heading to the barn to check on the mare, and the hell if I needed this little anomaly following me.

I gathered up my stuff, left my bed a mess (to hopefully hide any evidence) and stepped out into the hallway. All was quiet. I headed out the door and made my way to the horse barn. There was Denise, running right up to me. I looked around, seeing no one else around.

"Look you awnry, horny, exasperating twat! You were a lot of fun, but I have a job to do, and then I have to leave. Can't you find someone else to bother for a while?"

The answer to that was apparently no. She followed me into the barn and stood by as I worked with the mare. I'll not bother you with those details, unless some of you like fisting, because the end result wasn't pretty, but it was effective. Good thing for those elbow-high rubber gloves.

Damn if that pronghorn doe didn't follow me over to the office, and then to the mess hall, and she even waited there until I was done. Her behavior was noted by many, but since it seemed she was quick to latch on to someone new, it was overlooked as normal for her. Good thing it wasn't all that easy to see under her tail, or they would have found sufficient evidence that something untoward had happened the night before.

Had they known the liberties I had taken with her, their opinions might have been different. I was still amazed at the persistence she showed in clinging to me, and I figured there was going to be trouble when I left. I spent a little time giving her scratches, and she seemed absolutely delighted. But the moment a group of guests went by on their horses, she took off and was gone.

Fickle!

I got into the truck and drove off. It had been an unexpected pleasure to have made her acquaintance, and I was never going to forget the experience. Even as I drove down the road, I could see the group heading down a trail, and I could she her shorter form following behind. With her lack of horns, she had the appearance of a colt; to the untrained eye that is. You see, female pronghorns didn't have them.

Except for her. She had gotten one.

From me. Repeatedly.

Kind of redefines what it means to be...horny.

Chapter Text

Ok. Final story.

After this I'm going back to retirement and to the joys that having your own little farm can give you. I think you know what I mean.

I had several choices for this one, but as usual, I triec to mix it up, rather than repeat the same type of partners over and over. As I said, talking about fucking a White-tail or Mule deer doe, or even the greater effort it took to dally with a male elk, are just common fodder for this sort of tale. Therefore, I dug up one more rather unique one to convey to you.

And when I first begin to tell it, you'll likely think I'm lying. I'm alright with that. You'll see as you get further into the story where the catch is. For there is a catch.

I'll refrain from saying which zoo this happened at, for this animal is not found in many such places. They are semi-aquatic, and from most people's limited knowledge of them, they are dangerous as hell. Maybe even more dangerous than many of the carnivores you heard me talk about. That being said, these guys are herbivores. Big herbivores. And they have some goddam impressive teeth.

Yes, I'm talking about hippos. Or, if you prefer the full terminology, hippopotami. River Horses.

Now, the Nile Hippo is to be generally avoided in the wild. The bulls will run you down on land, or overturn your boat in the water, and either way, maul you to death just because they didn't like the way you looked. Zoo bred ones are generally less lethal, but they are still a big animal, and I don't think they know their own strength. Docility should never be confused with domestication.

So now that I told you this, allow me to back up a little.

I'm not talking that sort of hippo.

There is another species, you know.

No?

Good lord! Get out the wildlife encyclopedia and brush up on your animals. There is the Pygmy Hippopotamus, also from Africa, and a much, much smaller cousin to the Nile Hippo. They look like downsized versions of the other, and their temperament is certainly softer and less aggressive. And if you meet up with one that was bred in captivity, they tend to be downright friendly.

How friendly depends on the luck of the draw.

So a few things about these guys. Well; and gals. They are just as adept at moving on land as they are in the water, they eat a lot of greens during any given day, and they just as well might be found in the water, floating and swimming just like their bigger cousins. So you see, it was just like someone came along and made a compact version of a luxury car.

The gal in question had a name, as most zoo animals do, and I'll not use it for it could be traced back to her home zoo. I don't need that kind of headache.

She was three years old, and waiting for the introduction of a male, for the obvious purpose of breeding. He was coming on loan from another zoo, and even then there was going to be an introductory period where they were going to being separated from each other and acclimated slowly.

I was there for that reason alone. The male was on loan from a zoo I was working at at that time. I was his resident veterinarian, mostly because I oversaw all the animals. I did have his handler come with me, because I wasn't so stupid as to think that I knew more about him than she did. My capacity was more official, to make sure that all the paperwork was tied up and in place, and then I was going to be heading back home.

We did drop in and visit the girl, who weighed in at a little over four hundred pounds. Her soon-to-be mate easily weighed in at a hundred pounds more. She was a pretty little thing, and very affectionate. I only hoped that extended to the male. Animals could be funny meeting their own kind, especially in an environment like a zoo, where most of their contact has been with humans. That was why we were going to introduce them a little at a time.

They had a large area for her to use, both inside and out, with a pool indoors, as well as a separate one outside. The outer one had a deep section with underwater viewing, while the inside one was just more for her convenience.

Our hippo was in a section of this building that had been walled off temporarily, to permit the odors from each to carry over, as a prelude to actually allowing them to meet face to face. I didn't want her getting surprised and have her go on the defensive because she wasn't prepared.

The second evening, well after we had everything settled and our male was happily checking out his portion of the building, I decided to go over and see how his future mate was acting. This was more a matter of talking to her handlers, for any change would be noted by them, not me.

"Is she showing any signs of stress?"

I got a smile.

"If you mean because she has a friend nearby, then no, nothing bad. She does seem keenly interested in finding out about him though, which is a good sign."

"Good. I've seen enough bad first impression to make me a little leery of introducing unfamiliar animals together."

"Me too. I think they'll get along splendidly."

"I hope so."

I paused before asking.

"Can I see her?"

"Oh sure."

He called her name and a moment later she ambled in from outside. She was, in that fatty, roly-poly way, absolutely adorable. She came up and sniffed his hand, and he dragged a few carrots from a bucket and gave them to her. Nothing like being trained to respond to food. She then sniffed my hand, and her nose went into overtime. I had to assume she was smelling the male, and despite the vigorous hand washing, the aroma must have lingered.

"She likes you."

"She just smells her boyfriend on my hands."

"That still means that she likes you."

I chuckled.

"She had better like him well enough or this will all be for nothing."

"I'm sure it will be fine."

I nodded in agreement, wondering if it really would be.

I returned to my ward, tolerating his overreaction as he went into a frenzy of sniffing my hand. This led me to suspect that she might be actually fertile right now. I had not asked, for hippos were cyclic, and that window of opportunity lasted maybe a day at best. If they did happen to miss it, he was going to be around long enough to catch the next one, so there was hardly going to be a problem there.

I had to wonder, just a little, what screwing a hefty beast like a hippo would be like. Having only had an experience with a single pachyderm, which you already know about, this gal was readily available, if I could work things out properly. You may wonder a bit that I didn't try my own male anally, which is a good question. To be honest, I swear to god these things eat constantly, and therefore shit copiously. I hadn't brave enough to go that route, otherwise this story would have a different tack.

The trick today was finding an excuse to stay late.

I had to cudgel my brain for that.

Luckily for me and unluckily for him, the male slipped on the floor. He seemed largely unconcerned with the incident, but he developed a noticeable change in his gait, which I assumed was from a pulled muscle or bruised joint. As he would be fine if he stayed in the water, it really wasn't much of a concern, but I made it one. I talked to the staff and recommended that I stick around for a while to make sure he was going to be alright. I told the handler he could go back to the hotel and I would join him when I thought it was appropriate.

The old boy did just as I figured he would, and trundled off to the pool and allowed buoyancy to take his weight. I knew these guys were tough, and a little slip and slide was nothing to them. Hell, in the wild, their larger cousins routinely fought lions off. And they came away with claw marks that would have killed a human outright.

So that meant then, that I had a few moments to woo his girlfriend. This time I didn't wash my hands, and I got a few veggies from the refrigerator, and coaxed her to where I was. It didn't take much persuading. This time, she sniffed my hands for much longer, before even seeming to notice the offering of food. That vanished down her gullet, and she went back to smelling me.

It was kind of a turn on.

I finally got in with her, moved over to the outside wall and closed the door to the outside enclosure. I didn't want her thinking it would be great fun to wander out and make me chase her, assuming it would come to that.

She sniffed me up and down and seemed to be excited by what she was smelling. I was unclear what she thought it was, but it had to be registering somewhere in her head. Hopefully that was then being carried to other parts of her body.

Taking a mental position that time was of the essence I tried to hurry things up. If she was going to be willing to partake of a little fun, I had to act quickly. I began by rubbing her thick skin. I started at her head and worked along her back until I got to her tail. That short and stubby little thing was just barely enough to cover the spot I intended to have access to. I dug my nails into the base of her tail, giving it a good work-over. She seemed inclined to hold still for that, and her butt wiggled to and fro as I scratched her itch.

I was hoping she was going to have a similar one that needed a good working-over. To that eventuality, I moved my fingers under her tail, and down to her cunt. That tail lifted up nicely in response to my questing fingers. I bent my head down for a better look. It was about what I expected; a slit, slightly raised to either side, and closed up tighter than a drum.

With slow and carefully maneuvering, I rubbed over it, scratching lightly on either side and after a moment of that, and her not seeming to mind, I worked in a finger to see if was still going to be cool with it. She was definitely wet, for the finger slid in like nothing. A second followed and then a third and a fourth. There was going to be no trouble in getting inside her, but understand that while there was plenty of room for a cock my size (as it should be) she was still pretty firmly fleshed and that tended to make her opening rather taut.

As she was holding still, I decided to get undressed and have a go at her, for I was hard and ready for the main event. But in the time it took me to get mostly undressed, she had wandered off to her little indoor pool and had waded into it.

It wasn't deep; I could stand in it and only have it up to my belly maybe, but it put a kink in my plans. I untied my shoes and pulled them off, and soon had myself completely naked. This was not ideal, but as hippos were prone to mate in the water just as much as they might on land, it seemed she had chosen the former.

I put my cloths in a dry spot and waded in to join her. She eyed me curiously, for I was pretty sure her handlers went into the water with her. I was also assuming that they went in with some sort of clothing on. Whether or not she noticed this detail was beyond my ability to determine.

As I approached her, she opened her mouth, but the action wasn't aggressive in nature. I vaguely remembered that they tended to mouth each other during pre-mating rituals, but if she thought I was going to get my head anywhere between those jaws she was crazy. I did come up and caress her wet tongue and rubbed along her gumline. I was hardly equipped for acting the part of a male of her species, so she was going to either have to settle on what I planned on doing, or we were going to quit while we were ahead.

It took plenty of tongue rubbing and other oral ministrations before she closed her mouth and turned in the water. That tail rose up and I was left looking at the target of my attentions. She was just slightly buoyant in the water, while my feet were as firmly planted on the bottom of the pool as they could be. It was just about the perfect balance between our respective differences.

I lined up my cock and pushed. Her slit had closed back up, so getting in was going to take a moment. You know my opinion of having sex in the water. If you don't, the summation is this; water might be a lubricant, but it isn't a good lubricant for sex.

I used my fingers to part her lips, until the pink showed clearly. That was all it took. The head of my cock slipped along that well-lubed interior wall and kept going like a bullet through butter. I grabbed her hips and pushed it in until flesh met flesh. She let out a snort, which was rather non-committal, but as she held still, I found that as a sign she was willing to be fucked for a while.

I had no idea what kind of patience she would have for my dalliance.

Let me tell you that she was one solid mama to bang, and though she did have a lot of fat under that skin of hers, she wasn't listed as a pachyderm for no reason. Her skin was thick and tough, and yet supple and smooth. And I think it was part of the reason her slit was so damn tight. Thin skin and flesh would have been easily stretched and loosened; whereas her taut epidermis made this totally incredible. Don't get me wrong, for her insides were great too. It was obvious this hole was made for a cock much larger than mine, but the feeling as I ran back and forth past her opening was unbelievable.

I made it even better by pushing down a little on her rear, allowing my cock to ride against the upper portion of her cunt, generating friction there in no uncertain terms. All the while, she was staying still for me, at least as much as she could in water. On land she would have been immovable, but with her bobbing a bit in the water made this a little challenging.

I could hear the male snorting on the other side of the wall, and I think he had some idea what was going on. He was just going to have to wait for his turn and her backside.

Eventually I got a decent rhythm going, and she seem relaxed and at ease with my intrusion into her inner sanctum. She reminded a lot of the tapir I had screwed, both in size and general construction. And in that case as well, the female is prepared to handle a hell of a lot more than I had to offer, so it was all good. It wasn't like sticking your dick into a capybara. That was one fucking tight hole no matter how you looked at it.

All this time I kept my ears alert, for this was a strange zoo, and I had no idea if anyone made rounds, or if a handler might decide to pop in. There would be no elucidation on what I was doing. Being naked in the pool with a female hippo was not something you easily could explain away. Especially if you were sporting a hard-on.

But for now, I tried to concentrate on her, and on how great it was to be fucking something like this. Ten minutes in and she was still hanging pretty loose, and I almost felt to urge to blow just so that I could say that I did. And by loose, I meant her demeanor, not her hole. It was pretty cool that she could literally adapt to my size, meaning that her hole just seemed to fit like a glove. I almost wish I had the time to find out just how expandable it was.

My thought was derailed by her sudden lunge. She stepped forward without warning, nearly putting me into the water. I doubted I was hurting her, but she might have figured enough was enough. Without any real experience with the species, any guess might be the correct one. I flailed around, managing to forestall an indignant dunking by grabbing something protruding from the wall of the pool.

She climbed up on the concrete floor and stopped, turning her head to look at me. I was unclear what that meant, but I followed and tried to resume my position. I slipped inside quite easily this time, and for a short while she appeared to be content. Then, again and rather unexpectedly, she moved. Only this time, it was much different, and it caught me even more off guard. I grabbed her hide, but it was wet, and lent nothing in the way of stability. At the same my feet started to go out from under me. Coupled with that, she dropped her big ass on the ground with me under her.

And, miraculously I might add, she and I were still together, if a little less comfortably than I would have liked.

I had this big fat hippo sitting on my lap.

With my cock still inside.

This put me in an unusual, and outwardly awkward position. If getting caught in the pool naked with her would have been compromising, think of this. "Naked man Dies Fucking a Hippo". Quite the headline, no? But as it was, I wasn't going anywhere until she decided to get up. I was far from being in dire straights but was still alarmed at what she had done.

Apparently, she had plans outside of those I had made. At first, I couldn't believe it. She started to move, and I thought I was going to get the chance to get up and get the hell out of there. But no. She was sitting squarely on top of me, having dropped onto me as I slid under her bulk. And it seemed, she wasn't averse to the position.

I could feel her tail flutter a little, almost like a puppy's when it's excited. And I could feel her shift her weight, which, while immense, wasn't all that bad. Four hundred pounds all on top of me would have been excessive, but maybe half of that was weighing me down now. The rest she was carrying on her forelegs.

And that movement was purposeful, I swear it was. Her ass ground into me with a slow, erotic motion. My cock was still inside her, mores the miracle, and I think she could feel it quite well. Now, if this was her first time, then she had a surprise coming later on when something fore-arm-sized ripping into her, but if she were truly enjoying this, I was willing to go along with it.

Like I had a choice...

And she just sat there, moving her rear just enough to make a rotation. This was one time when water was a lubricant, for if our respective skins had been dry, she would have ground mine right off.

I could feel her insides rather better from this position, and that may have even enhanced the tight closure of her lips, for I could really feel them closing in around my shaft. There was little else I could do except enjoy her present performance and wonder at how such an odd behavior developed in her. This was not even close to being a mating stance.

She seemed very happy to grind her ass over my pelvis, and she seemingly derived some pleasure from the action. She couldn't be so obtuse as to not notice my presence inside. Regardless, she was content to wiggle that big fat butt of hers and I was willing to tolerate it only because I was astonished it was happening.

The wiggling back and forth, with the occasion rotation, escalated over time, until she had her whole body in on the action. I was grunting a little, but I was not so put-off by her actions as to lose my erection. She wasn't doing anything harmful to me, outside of just being a really big girl. Now, had this been one of her bigger cousins, I would have been smarting. Four hundred pounds is a lot, but a ton is way too much to consider.

Her movements changed again, after a few minutes, and this time she shifted her focus on moving back and forth, sort of an up and down motion, respective to my present position. She was sliding up towards my belly, and then back down towards my knees. It was incredible, in that not once did she manage to dislodge me from within her.

It took only a few minutes for this before I just needed to blow. It was shame really, but that was just how it was going to be. I shot my load into her with supreme prejudice, but I doubt she even noticed.

Her grinding and sliding continued unabated.

And I'll tell you what, I was only soft for a tiny bit before all that action hardened me back up again. She was going to town with her amorous attitude, and while I found it pretty damned cool, my ass was getting sore from being ground against the concrete floor. My hips were also starting to suggest that maybe this wasn't the best idea. I tried to explain to them that it wasn't like I had a lot of control over my situation.

Her tail was vibrating like one of those brooms being wielded by those guys who play curling. I had never considered wagging as a sign of happiness in animals outside of canines, but I was starting to reconsider. It had to mean something. As for me, I was now just weathering the storm, so to speak, waiting until she was finished doing her thing.

That was slow in coming. I know that a lot of female animals are capable of having an orgasm, but the act itself is often too short for that to occur. Mares were notoriously horny, and while this gal's nickname of river horse might imply there was a relationship, hippos weren't related to equines at all. Therefore, I had no idea where all of this vivacious sexuality was coming from.

At around the thirty-five minute mark, I came again, because lord knows I couldn't help it, but she kept right on going. I was getting a little desperate at this point and started to slap at her butt, picking up the intensity of my blows. She barely seemed to notice. It was mostly when I took my thumbs, and placing them on either side of her rectum, spread open her asshole and then jammed them in. The idea was to do something to startle her.

The goddam little horny bitch didn't even mind. I almost lost my hands when she pressed down even harder. My wrists strained to hold the weight that was pushing down forcefully against them. This chunky lady was full of surprises.

At the first opportunity I got my hands free and was thankful to discover them still clean. You should recall what I said about these eating machines. The worst part was, that despite two wads gone, I was getting hard again. I definitely didn't want to be under her anymore. This had been quite the learning experience, but it was getting more and more disconcerting as the minutes ticked by.

That wasn't going to change from the looks of things. Whatever had gotten into her (besides me) wasn't quick on leaving. I was beginning to think this had been an ill-conceived idea. Her movements were getting increasingly fiercer, and I was pretty sure I was going to need to be carried out on a stretcher by the time she was done. At one point, she managed to move so much that my cock came out. She scrambled to get it back inside and when it hit the base of her tail, bam, she slammed down.

Goddam if I wasn't where I had sworn I wouldn't go. I was ball's deep in her ass. She carried on like it was nothing more than what she had been doing before. Thankfully, it seemed clean and free of; shall we say debris; and was no worse, and maybe slightly better than things were before. For one, the position she was holding took a little weight off of my much-abused frame.

Somewhere around the one hour mark she called it quits. I had blown a wad in her ass, though it was pretty small compared to the other two. I think my body produced it out of pure desperation. She stood up, clumsily stepping on my thigh, and ambled off to her pool. I lay there in a little bit of pain, ecstatic that I was in one piece, and wishing I had some Percocet on hand.

After a time I got into a sitting position, and accounted for all of my parts. I could feel most of them, for I hurt like I had been the substitute dummy for football practice. She was in her pool, flailing away, and despite me newfound caution, I was curious what she was doing.

I would have laughed had I not been in pain.

I found out the next day that what I was looking at. What she had found use for, were some exposed rebar rods from the concrete walls of the pool. The three inch pieces of steel needed to be cut off, but that required the pool to be drained, and so they had done the next best thing and ran long, thick sections of rubber hose over them and secured them into place. The idea was that she couldn't hurt herself on them.

I can only imagine the first time she backed into one and it found its way into her cunt. Or ass. From there, I suppose she figured out that they were nice toys to play with. All this time she had been dealing with her urges with conveniently placed dildos.

She was still at it after I managed to dry off a bit, after which I went to check on the male. He was asleep now, apparently more tired than curious about what had been happening beyond the wall. I dressed, left the building, found my car, and went to a drugstore for some pain killers. They weren't going to be what I wanted but they were going to be better than nothing. I climbed into bed at the hotel without looking up my handler. Morning would be soon enough to talk with her.

It took me a while to fall asleep. I was exhausted, but the ache seemed to permeate my entire body. But I did eventually drift off. Boy, let me tell you, sunrise came way too quickly.

My handler noted my tired look, and the slow movement as I walked. I lied the best I could, saying that our male hippo wasn't the only inept one. I told her I slipped as well, and both of us were sad examples of our gender. She laughed a bit, but she did seem concerned. I brushed it off as a nothing, taking more of the pills before heading back to the zoo.

The hippo was in spritely spirits that morning, almost cavorting about her enclosure. She noticed me, but didn't seem to react in any particular fashion. I was alright with that. Last night had been quite enough for me, and if I never saw another hippo for a good long while, I would be fine with that.

Oh, it had been fun. But I was paying for it.

What? Would I ever do it again?

No way. Call me a hippo-crite, but once was more than enough.