The Zoo Girl (A Walter Fox Story)
Walter Fox finally gets lucky!
THE ZOO GIRL (A WALTER FOX STORY)
by Little Bill
(WARNING: The following story contains sexual activity between humans and sentient alien animals. Please do not read this if you are a minor or are offended by such material. But if neither is the case, enjoy.)
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story follows the stories "The Furry Sex Scandal", "The Furry Sex Scandal: The Aftermath", "Pit Stop", "Interviewing Frank", "My Second Visit To Frank", "Fox From The Stars", “Too Lonely”, “The Truth Comes Out”, “Blowjob”, and “The Jacuzzi”.
Want to hear about another sexual escapade from me, dear reader? Well. I can assure you this one tops them all! Namely because this was with a stranger rather than someone I had known already. Yes, I already knew Sammy Skunk and his sponsor Jim well enough, as well as my foot fetish friend. But this was someone I had never met before. And this time, a human woman!
Some background explanation is in order, dear reader. The Planet Earth Research Center that I live in and work for has several hundred staff, with a roughly equal staff of males and females. You might think we would simply have sex with each other, but except for a few married couples, that is not the case. In part because we animal-people have different types of genitals like our feral counterparts, so we have to worry about features such as knots and penile barbs, as well as sizes. The wrong animal-people having sex could literally physically damage each other, and there is as strong a taboo against that in our world as it is against pedophilia.
Also, many of the people have spouses or lovers back home, and they do not care to cheat on them. People chosen to go to Earth are highly trained to defend themselves, and are typically older people who have a reduced sexual drive. Sammy Skunk was the youngest person who came with the original staff of PERC and look at what he ended up doing.
Let me turn to you humans. Before we real animal-people were discovered by you Earthians, and before we were allowed to come to Earth, we were essentially a fantasy like vampires and zombies. There was a furry culture where humans would pretend to be animals, don costumes, create fiction, and so forth. Most of them were males, and many of them homosexual. It changed when we real animal-people finally were allowed among you humans to research them, and now furry does not look so silly anymore. More women came into the furry fandom, and while sex was a big obsession with many of the furries, those have been diluted with more normal people.
You might think that we animal-people would be having sex with humans, dear reader, but we are space aliens and under a leash by the Earth authorities. We cannot just go anywhere and do anything. As I have mentioned in the past, space aliens technically have no rights and we can be vivisected alive if the Earth authorities wanted to. I was among the first group of animal-people who were allowed to go out among humans and study them, and as might be imagined there have been plenty of humans who do not want us around.
The Earth authorities themselves were reluctant to let us out among normal humans, wondering what the effect might be, even though they checked us for all sorts of possible diseases, and determined we would not go around eating the locals, and restrictions against us have been relaxed somewhat, but our having sex with humans is still forbidden.
Of course Sammy Skunk and his sponsor Jim were homosexual lovers, as well as other sex partners they choose to bring in, though for obvious reasons that is not publicized. Sammy Skunk has been named an Earth citizen and has the right to do anything he wants with Earthians (within reason), but no other animal-person does. One time I did have sex with Sammy Skunk, not out of homosexual proclivities of mine but because I never was sure he really had them and was simply having sex with Jim and his friends to please him. An extreme way of trying to find the truth, but try living for years with the idea that Sammy Skunk was prostituting himself! I was since convinced he really was homosexual and enjoyed having sex with humans, and the then-new Director of PERC Jeremy Wolf discovered what we had done, and he had to bring me before the Earth authorities. I technically broke the rules, but the Earth authorities hardly wanted to punish an animal-person for having sex with another animal-person, and Jeremy Wolf did not want his term to start with a scandal, so I went unpunished. The only other person who later discovered the truth (by accident) when he went with me to visit Sammy Skunk's apartment overnight was Billy Otter. He himself agreed to keep silent; he knew there was no point of his saying anything since I had already faced the Earth authorities and the Director and received no penalty, and he too was convinced as well that Sammy was not prostituting himself.
Though plenty of humans wanted to have sex with me, I was not even tempted to do so, with a few exceptions. I decided to let Jim fellate me because I knew he wanted to and I knew Jim and Sammy Skunk would not tell anybody. Also a friend of mine who had a strong foot fetish (as I admittedly do), engaged in footplay over my visit with him for several days at his home. Few human females expressed a sexual interest in me, and even though I lacked a sexual outlet, it was easy enough to resist them because early on I was not quite prepared to have sex with any humans.
But things change after several years spending more time among humans than with other animal-people.
There are plenty of porn videos showing female humans having sex with lower animals, especially dogs and to a lesser extent horses. There are plenty of fantasy drawings showing us animal-people having sex with each other or with humans. In real life, we PERC members avoid having sex with humans, Sammy Skunk being an exception. As I have mentioned in the past, he made an unauthorized visit to the apartment of Jim, who had a group of friends who were like him. Though Jim claimed that he never intended to have sex with Sammy Skunk, he and his friends did so, and I got the idea that Sammy was drunk with the idea of being so popular amoing humans that he wanted to satisfy their desires. The Earth authorities-and we at PERC-viewed this incident not as a forbidden romance but as a case of Sammy being taken advantage of. Still, Sammy insisted he wanted to live with Jim, saying he bonded with him. We reluctantly agreed, and the world would learn about Sammy Skunk living with Jim, though the true nature of the relationship was kept secret.
Ironically Sammy Skunk's being essentially the devoted pet of Jim did us at PERC a favor. Some thugs attacked Jim and Sammy Skunk, and Jim's head was hit by one of them, and Sammy savagely hurt him. Yes, that was how devoted he was to Jim, when he thought Jim would have been killed or brain damaged. When the humans got the idea that we animal-people could be very devoted pets, suspicion and fear of us declined and the Earth authorities made some improvements to the old military base we were sequestered in. Most of all, they replaced all our motor vehicles which were old and unsafe, undoubtedly as much to protect fellow humans as for our benefit. Humans were also more willing to associate with us, and a number of them even wanted me to be their friend. But I am rather a fussbudget and know several humans who I am bonded to, but not to the point where I would stay on Earth for the rest of my life to be with. But I would do bodily harm to anyone who injured them.
I met an actual furry woman at a convention, and I even got the chance to interview her afterward-and she agreed. It was also fortunate that she happened to be far enough to be away from PERC base where I would need to take an airplane ride and could not get back to PERC base until the next day. She did imply that she had had sex with lower animals in her past and I would be a welcome guest at her home. Abut then I wondered: was she deliberately teasing me? Or was I being set up as an integrity test? Then again, why would anybody bother?
Of course we made the arrangements and I made the trip as planned. My underlings knew I was going to interview a female for a change, but nobody gave any indication that they thought the two of us might do anything naughty. They knew I valued my career and was not about to compromise it. And I could not be blackmailed; I had only the minimal amount of money the Earth authorities allowed us to have. She could ruin me but not profit from me. And she would face trouble on her own accord.
I arrived at her home in mid-afternoon with my recording equipment. She did tell me about her getting into the furry world and her life as one. She had several realtionships but she broke off her last one years ago. She lived alone and was happy to have an animal-person visit her.
By the time the interview ended and I disassembled my recording equipment, it was evening. I was actually shocked that she admitted during the video to losing her virginity to the family dog, and the dog forced himself on her rather than it being her consensual decision. But she was not traumatized but rather enjoyed the experience, and she ended up having a continued sexual relationship with her dog, as well as others over her lifetime. She admitted her last dog died a month ago. She did have a couple of boyfriends in the past but none now.
She looked at me and I felt embarrassed. This was an interview visit, and it was against PERC regulations to get too close to anyone we interview during such a visit, let alone have sex with them. I had been able to resist having sex with any humans, with the exceptions I mentioned earlier, but now I felt differently. I actually felt like an adolescent looking at a female I wanted to have sex with. I was actually feeling aroused already, and I could not believe she did not notice this.
“You're just like my first dog, aren't you?” she abruptly said.
We animal-people cannot blush through our fur like your cartoons sometimes depict, but I really felt warm with embarrassment. “I'm not a rapist!” I said.
It was her turn to be embarrassed, but she did not blush. “No, the dog didn't know better, he just saw my vagina in front of him, and he just acted according to instinct.” Then she smiled. “But would you be allowed to be alone with me if they thought you would harm me?”
“We animal-people have more intellectual capabilities than lower animals, and in fact it is an insult on our world to be compared to a lower animal. But on our world, we do have sex criminals too, including supposedly respectable people. Remember Bill Cosby? We've had people on our world with similar reputations and a similar downfalls too.”
“Cosby certainly had had protection to get away with it for fifty years.”
“His fame if nothing else.” I smiled. “Do you think I could get away with doing that? You humans know we animal-people are not harmless. Look at what Sammy Skunk did.”
“He was so devoted to his master. Or do I get it wrong?”
“It's emotional bonding, as Sammy Skunk has admitted. But typically serious bonding among animal-people isn't a case of one literally willing to do anything for the other. The humans I bonded with are those who saved me from disaster. I'm sure you heard the story about Frank who tried to help me rescue Sammy Skunk, although we were too late.”
The woman looked confused. “It's only rumor among the furry community, but I thought Sammy Skunk said he bonded with his sponsor at first sight?”
“He said he did, though I cannot imagine why. He mentioned an emotionally deprived childhood and false friends. We're not telepathic, but I get the idea that he hoped Jim would be a true friend. I guess he is, because he kept Sammy Skunk around after nearly getting literally murdered for it. And Sammy Skunk told me he really was homosexual, rather than pretending for Jim's sake.”
“You're convinced he is?”
“Yes. It's been years, and if I got the idea he was not I would have figured it out by now. So would other people.”
“And you know I didn't lie about having sex with dogs?”
“Like I said, we're not telepathic, and I've heard of enough people having sex with lower animals. It happens on my world as well as among you humans. And it's not considered a proper thing to do there either. There are even plenty of porno videos featuring this sort of thing, and these were authentic such acts, not simulated ones. There have been other females besides you what have admitted having sex with animals, mostly dogs, either on their own or being introduced to it by others.”
“My dog, like I said, raped me, and admittedly I felt ashamed at first, but then I wanted to do it again.”
“Would you want to have sex with me?” I was surprised at myself for asking it so straightforwardly. “Yes, I knot like a lower animal red fox.”
“I would,” she said with equal straightforwardness. “Is it permitted now?”
“No, the rule was never changed. I can't even have sex with Sammy Skunk because he is technically an Earth citizen. The question is whether the Earth authorities-and for that matter, my Director-would care anymore. Jim and Sammy Skunk have lived together long enough and they haven't spread any alien diseases. Of course every animal-person who has come to Earth have been thoroughly vetted before being allowed to go out among humans. But I don't know if they would want to even change that rule.”
“Why shouldn't they?”
“Why should they? You certainly must know the full truth about Sammy Skunk. He said he never thought he was homosexual. Jim claimed he invited Sammy over to his apartment for innocent reasons. And the people Jim had with him were a group of people he had had sex with every month. It was one of the others who had touched his genitals-he claimed it was an accident. This prompted Sammy Skunk to have sex with the rest of them. It did cause a panic among the Earth authorities, and they feared Sammy might have been seeding some sort of disease among human furries. They found it difficult to believe that Sammy did what he did because he was drunk with being hero-worshipped at the furry convention. I mean, look at you and your dog. You didn't choose to experiment with him, he forced himself on you. Even if it turned out you liked that sort of thing afterward.”
“Are you chastising me?”
I could not answer right away, I felt so embarrassed. “No, the dog forced you, and of all the rape victims I've interviewed, both on my world and this one, none of them have fallen in love with their rapists. Of course you got the idea that the dog was acting out of instinct and not malice. You indicated you never thought of him as someone you would have sex with before he did it.”
This time it was the woman's turn to wait before answering. “Okay, the dog was acting out of instinct, but I don't get the idea he was deliberately trying to hurt me. He acted the same before he did it and afterward. It's not as if I were ignorant of sex. I did hear about boys who would get you pregnant and desert you afterward. I never dreamed this sort of thing would happen to me, but at least I wouldn't have to worry about pregnancy with a dog. It even prompted me to join the furry community, especially after we learned about you animal-people. So have any furries tried to get you to have sex with them?”
“Countless times, mostly gay men. Needless to say, I was never tempted, even when they tried to bribe me for it. And we members of PERC are highly-trained in unarmed self-defense, so no human was successful in forcing themselves on us. I have two females working under me, and they can certainly take on any rapist. There were a couple of cases of sexual harrassment at PERC, not all from males, but anyone who is harrassed typically takes it upon themselves to punish the other person, usually with other people helping. Both the original and current Directors like it when we do that, rather than complain to them.
“Invariably people learn their lesson. One of my male underlings played a prank of sneaking into the bed where my female underlings slept and waking them up in the middle of the night. They punished him by dragging him into a closet and blowing a trumpet into his face, making his ears hurt.”
The woman laughed. “Bet he didn't do it again.”
“No, he learned his lesson. Of course other people play pranks, but department heads like myself usually take care of bad behavior ourselves.”
“Were there any voluntary love affairs?”
“A few of them, but they all came to grief and they wound up being sent away from Earth. Females at PERC typically aren't interested in sex; they might have somebody back home waiting for them or simply lack sexual interest. I am middle aged and don't have the sexual desires I did when I was younger.”
“But I don't get the idea you lost all interest in it though.”
“Yes, you're right. I admit that when I first came to Earth, I had no sexual interest in humans, not even females. It helped that few human females even expressed any sexual interest in me. Also note that human cartoon animal art typically features female animals who have human female characteristics such as hair and humanlike bosoms.
“Actual animal-person females are like their lower animal counterparts. Mammals typically have nipples running both sides down their abdomens, ungulates have udders, marsupials have pouches, avians and reptiles have no breasts, and so forth. But all females cover their abdomens for modesty and consistency. As might be expected, human bosoms don't have quite the erotic effect among us animals like they do with other humans.”
She smiled. “But the bottom half is different?”
“Well, yes. But anybody can't just have sex with anybody. Only certain male genitalia can fit into certain female genitalia. It's possible to physically harm or even kill people that way, and only the lowest of the low would do that. Yes, depending on species, we have long penises, or knots, or barbs, like our lower animal counterparts. I assume you can take my knot, it's only average size.”
“You actually want to have sex with me?”
“As for my desire, yes. As for whether I would really do so, I am hesitant. We could probably keep it a secret; I have to stay in this city overnight and would be flying home tomorrow morning. I could be in your home overnight and rumors wouldn't necessarily start. I don't think you tell your friends and family that you have sex with dogs. As for your telling me on tape, we wouldn't tell the world either. You aren't the first to have done this sort of thing that we have talked to, and we kept the identities of people we interview secret. We are very careful about this sort of thing.”
“Any other women tried to get you in the sack?”
“Years ago, but of course I was too scared to. I don't want to ruin my career, you know. And what if that sort of thing was found out among their fellow humans? They could be destroyed. Do you think I want that?”
“I thought Jim and Sammy Skunk and several other people had sex with each other?”
“You think they dare advertise it to the world? The people who need to know do know.”
“I wouldn't want to have sex with Sammy Skunk. You, on the other hand...”
“I'm sure enough we can keep it quiet. But let me tell you one other thing...”
And I told her about my marriage back on my world that went sour, and that was the last time I ever had sex with any female. “All these years ago?” she replied.
“Yes. Also I admit I have a penchant for getting away with doing naughty things. But not where I would want to get into serious trouble, or get anyone else into serious trouble.”
“Ah yes, is it for love or for danger?”
“I travel a lot in my job, and it's not as if I could just make a detour and visit you on a whim. And I hardly know you. Would you actually be willing to have sex with me this one time, with the possibility that we might never meet again?”
When she realized that my question was not rhetorical, she said she would.
“I realize how my saying that sounds. But plenty of gay furries hit up on me, and I'm not even gay. I know so much literature is written depicting our world as some gay paradise, but we are even more inhibited about homosexuality that you humans are. One reason I would be willing to have sex with you is the fact that I know you can take my knot.” I then added, “Well. I assume you can.”
“If you cannot get it in, I can reach and squeeze your knot. I can even give you a blowjob.”
“Actually, I really do want my cock in your vagina. It would be the first time since I did it with my ex-wife, and it really didn't feel joyous then.”
“Just as well I never married,” she replied.
“In my case, I came back from being a soldier, and I thought I was old and knew everything. I married in haste. I believe you are aware of these things by now.”
“Even if this is the only time we will even have sex, I still want it.”
“So do I. But I want to make sure you don't tell the world about it.”
“You don't want to ruin your career, I know. Or get kicked off Earth.”
“Or I could choose to stay on Earth like Sammy Skunk did. But I'm not quite willing to do this.”
“I understand. I'm quite happy to have just one night together, if that's all we can have.”
“If nothing else, I'd love to have sex with someone who really wants me. It's been such a long time.”
I did not tell her about my tryst with Sammy Skunk; I decided it best not to tell anybody about it to anyone I did not need to. Though he really did want to have sex with me and I enjoyed it, it was awkward because I did not discover homosexual inclinations. If I did, Sammy and I would have been sex partners on a regular basis and both PERC and the Earth authorities would probably allow it, if for no other reason than that Sammy would not only be having sex with humans.
The woman walked up to me and put her mouth over mine, and we engaged in a deep mouth kiss with tongues. Love, lust, or did it matter? I knew right then and there we were about to have sex, but it was my style not to rush a female. Still, we could not keep our clothes on forever; this was not the Dirty Dancing movie. Also, my penis was getting very hard, and I'm sure she knew it, being right against me. So I gave her a slight nudge and we separated. I quickly undid my sandals, tunic, and trousers, though I did not wear the standard underpants. In fact, I had worn my sleep shorts in their place, and pointed that fact out to her.
“I wore them since this morning,” I explained. “I wanted to make sure that my collegues knew I had been wearing them. Somebody at the laundry might see them and inspect them, and get suspicious if they saw that I had not been wearing them on my trip here. I couldn't hide the fact that I would spend the night here, but they might assume we didn't do the naughty and I wouldn't get into trouble. Or we wouldn't get into trouble.”
The woman gave a laugh. “Stereotypical fox cleverness.”
“Even an idiot would know how to be careful if he were to survive at PERC. Remember how I said that even consensual affairs between PERC colleagues ended up coming to grief.”
Sleep shorts came off, and the woman had removed all her clothing. She slid into the bed and I quickly followed her. I started licking her bare breasts, much to her surprise.
“I thought you said that mammaries weren't necessarily erotic to you animal-people?” she asked.
“But you humans are different, and I thought you would enjoy it.”
“Of course! Do you like being petted? Humans don't like their bellies rubbed, but my dogs all enjoyed them.”
“So do I. But right now it isn't my belly that I want rubbed.”
She laughed slightly, and it was not long before I moved my snout to her vagina, tasting human pussy juice for the very first time. And that was not for long-I really wanted to plunge in my penis, which was very hard by this time. Unlike the struggle I had putting my penis into Sammy Skunk's rectum, I was able to stick into into the woman's vagina, including my knot, instantaneously, and I was seated right inside as if it were intended for me all along. I had been aroused long enough so that my precum, semen, and postcum pumped into her vagina in quick succession. If I had any doubts she was not accustomed to genitalia like mine, those were instantly erased.
I cannot describe how wonderful it felt to have my penis into a vagina again, and of someone who actually wanted me. The wetness and the sensation of soft narrow pillows surrounding my penis and knot gave me an emotional high that nothing else could replicate. I wished the moment could last forever, and everything about her body language let me know she was enjoying it too. No, I am not telepathic like Krystal Fox, but in my business I am an expert on reading body language. Also, it was good that she liked it because my knot would take some time before it shrank enough for me to pull my penis out without it causing her pain!
Eventually my knot did shrink, and I pulled out, making quite a mess on her bed. Fortunately we thought ahead and lay down on one side, so the rest of it was still dry. I got up and so did she. To my surprise she knelt down and started licking up the cum that had spilled out, both from my body and the part of the bed where there was a mess.
“How does it taste?” I asked. She looked surprised and then realized my question was genuine.
“Salty and musky,” she replied.
“Okay, your dogs probably did their own cleanup,” I replied sheepishly. “I admit it's not commonplace for two-legged dogs to lick up their own semen.”
“I'm fine if you don't want to do that,” she said. “Say, how about if we shower together?”
I was pleased; nobody else had ever done that with me. So I indicated my consent and we headed into her bathroom.
The world we animal-people come from is not one culture; we have a variety of them and a variety of languages and etiquette practices like you humans do. The “pajamas” we wear is actually akin to the everyday outfits of humans; you can go back several centuries and there was less uniformity until more recent times. Also we don't have dress outfits, and women's outfits are not subject to the strong fashion practices humans have,
The woman had been dressed plainly and without makeup when I came to interview her. She did not even wear any furry accroutements. I could not help but remember the man with the elaborate raccoon costume whom I first met years back-the one who said he accidentally touched Sammy Skunk's genitals. But he ended up breaking with Sammy Skunk and Jim and their group because he genuinely wanted Sammy Skunk as a lover and not merely a sex partner. I admitted I was thinking with my penis when my paramour and I suddenly had sex. As I already mentioned, I even warned her that this might be our only chance to be together like this. And the only females I ever met who wanted to have sex with me right away were prostitutes, and they wanted my money, not me as a person. Every genuine paramour I had did not get into the sack with me immediately, but only when we met several times first.
I had no doubt the woman wanted to have sex with me because of my vulpinid penis, and this was her chance to have one inside her. I thought of how Sammy Skunk was taken by Jim and his friends because they wanted to have sex with a real animal-person too. But Sammy's case was different-he was drunk with his newfound celebrity status at the furry convention and his judgment was clouded because of this. He did not indicate he was gay but that he wanted to please his newfound supposed friends. Fortunately Jim took him in and even stuck by him when he was nearly killed by violent thugs, so I give him credit for that.
I got into the shower with the woman, and it turned out her shower was not a fixed head but attached to a hose. This mattered because she and I both used it to water massage various parts of our bodies. It was quite a lengthy shower, but we enjoyed it. We could not keep at it forever, so we finally quit and stepped out. She dried herself off easily with a towel, but with all my fur it was not so easy for me, and fortunately she had a hand dryer which got me dry enough. We moved not back to the bed, but to a couch to have some pillow talk. It was already too late for me to go find a motel or anywhere else to stay except her place, and though she had no extra bed, it did not matter because if anyone investigated her couch was long enough to accommodate me lying down.
“I suppose it would be no surprise to you that we members of PERC don't tell people too much about ourselves, even to each other, but in your case I can make an exception.”
“Oh?”
“I am middle-aged and don't have the sex drive I did when I was younger. In fact, when we are vetted to go to Earth, they deliberately choose people who don't have strong sex drives.”
“That doesn't surprise me.”
“And I haven't known a vagina in years, not since my ex-wife's.”
“And nobody at your research center?”
I laughed. “The old Director of PERC we didn't like, but he was right about discouraging love affairs between PERC collegaues, as all of them had come to grief and they were deported from Earth. We currently have three married couples on our staff, and they are not swingers. And for the fantasies about single males and females having sex at PERC, that is a myth. Many of the females have males back at home to return to, and those that don't typically aren't interested in sex with anybody. And there is the matter of genital incompatibility. Would you want to have sex with anybody who does not have a knot?”
She laughed. “I confess I wouldn't. Certainly not with Sammy Skunk or any animal-person who didn't have a knot.” She paused and added, “Tell me. When I admitted having had sex with dogs, you had thoughts of having sex with me, right?”
“Yes, why wouldn't I?. I didn't know you did that until I interviewed you. I figured I would be staying somewhere else after interviewing you, but not until then did I expect to stay the night with you.
“And why shouldn't I have had the idea that we would have sex? I realize it violates PERC rules, but it's not as if I would have given you some disease or gotten you pregnant. And if you like having sex with dogs, why not with someone who gives you the best of both worlds? I have the knot and have humanlike intelligence. I licked your breasts because I knew you human women like that, but a dog would not necessarily know better.
“And like I said, I can read body language, I've certainly had years of experience with that from all my interviews with people, both human and animal-person. If you didn't want to have sex with me, I would have spotted it right away. And I couldn't force myself on you unless I were willing to be literally destroyed. We space aliens only have the rights the Earth authorities grant us, and we can be vivisected alive should they choose. Why do you think I was so scared when I found Sammy Skunk having had sex with Jim and his friends? This was not some tale of a forbidden romance, Sammy Skunk was on an emotional high after going to a human furry convention and being treated like a celebrity, and he wanted to make Jim and his friends happy by giving in to their wishes!”
The woman looked surprised. “You mean Sammy Skunk isn't gay?”
“I had long wondered if he really were or was just having sex with Jim and his friends to please them. Sammy literally had to go to extremes to prove the fact that he really enjoyed having sex with other males. I'm not even gay, but he had me sodomize him. Our new Director Jeremy Wolf discovered the truth and had to bring me to fact the Earth authorities, but I was let off because Jeremy Wolf didn't want his new term to start with a scandal and the Earth authorities didn't want to penalize an animal-person for having sex with another animal-person.”
“So how did your colleagues react?”
“We deliberately kept it secret from them. Billy Otter discovered this on his own, but he agreed to keep it quiet-he used to be a policeman and didn't want to be known as a snitch.”
“So you're actually bi?”
“The embarrassing irony is that I'm not. I only did what I did because I really never was sure Sammy Skunk enjoyed having sex with other males, even though he kept trying to coax me into having sex with him to prove he did, and eventually I gave in.”
“Like prison sex?”
“Both on my world and this one, when you have a situation with a bunch of males and no females, it's a case of males sodomizing weaker ones as if they were females. It's not about love, it's about deliberate degradation. Among actual homosexuals, there is the bottom and there is the top, the names of which I assume are self-explanatory. Sammy Skunk deliberately chose to have me sodomize him without my having to do anything in return, just to make his point.”
“So how did you feel afterward?”
“Did I feel ashamed to have done this? Actually I felt relieved, because I finally knew for sure that Sammy Skunk really enjoyed this sort of thing and was not prostituting himself. Of course I could not let my colleagues at PERC know, and those who did find out knew that it was necessary to keep quiet. Despite human furry fantasies, we are not a sexual paradise where homosexuality is common and widely accepted.” I paused and added, “And yes, I've seen human stories where homosexuality is common and practiced everyday. But no such world exists in real life. How many women have you had sex with?”
The women looked surprised. “None!”
“Exactly as I expected. You see so much porn of lesbianism, and so many stories of lesbian and bisexual women, mostly written by males.”
The woman smirked.
“I have of course met real lesbians,” I continued. “Typically they tend to downplay their femininity, even if they don't try to be outright masculine. And they do scoff at they way they are depicted in most movies and literature. There are genuinely bisexual women, but watch any porn movie and most of the female performers have sex with other women, but they are only doing this as part of their jobs.”
“That's not a surprise.”
“I was naive once,” I confessed. “I was a young war veteran and thought I was older and wiser than so many older people because of what I went through. I was wrong. I thought female prostitutes wanted to have sex with me, but they were just trying to make a living and only pretended to enjoy it. I would fully learn the truth when I became an actual sociologist. Most of these women were effectively forced into the business because they had no choice. At least you chose to have sex with dogs, even if your first one raped you, and you knew even in your youth you could not reveal it to anyone else unless you could trust them.”
“I guess you trust me,” she replied.
“Why shouldn't I?” I shot back. “Even Sammy Skunk and Jim, though they have lived together for years, don't go around telling the world they are sexual partners. For all most people know, Sammy Skunk is simply Jim's very loyal pet. The furry community, as well as the Earth authorities, know better than to tell the world the whole story. Jim nearly got killed from someone who probably didn't know Sammy Skunk and Jim had sex, but they didn't like his having a pet space alien. Huamns are far less hostile to us than they were in the past, but the hostility is not gone.
“And what would you get out of telling anybody about our having sex? My career would be destroyed, and what would happen to you? Nothing good I imagine. The only money I have is the small amount of funds the Earth authorities give us, so you wouldn't be able to blackmail me. Maybe you want me around like Jim has Sammy Skunk? Other humans have wanted that, but though I am bonded to several humans the bond is not strong enough for me to stay on Earth with them for the rest of my life.
“So why did Sammy Skunk leave his own world to be with Jim? Perhaps his bond with Jim was stronger. He also mentioned an unhappy life before he came to Earth, with an indifferent family and false friends. He was a mathematician, and though our mathematics are different from the human system, he easily adapted. I can learn spoken languages easily, I have a special talent for it. How I was allowed to go to Earth to begin with.
“I came for the adventure of seeing a whole alien world. I won't say you humans are better or worse than us animal-people. Just different. And that was exactly what I expected. I know different cultures have their respective advantages and disadvantages.
“As for my own personal story, I was raised in a lower middle class home. I did dream of going into space and maybe another world, but I never really expected to do that for real. With little to expect in the way of opportunities, I went to the military. I served in combat, saw awful things during wartime, got discharged and had money to pay for college, worked originally as a translator because of my ability to learn other languages, found it boring and became a sociologist, meeting all sorts of people on my world. I married a vixen who was beautiful and we hit it off in bed, and I thought we would make a great married couple.
“I turned out not to be so sophisticated as I originally assumed. I'm not going into every detail, but suffice it to say our romantic feelings petered out and she was not so wonderful as I thought. I caught her in bed with a coyote and I was actually glad, because I wanted to get rid of her so badly. Well, I did and that was my last time with a female. Until there was you.
“I did love the sex and would be glad to have it again. You seemed to enjoy it from what I determined. But we are little more than strangers. Would you be someone I could leave my world for? Would we end up liking living with each other? You mentioned your own disappointing relationships.”
After a pause, the woman said, “You do have a point. Yes, I did love the sex with you, and as a person you seem better than the past boyfriends I had. But you're right, I haven't even known you for one day. And I confess I wanted your knot and furry body on me. It was better than I anticipated. I'm glad to have had the chance, even if we don't have a repeat. But I don't want to destroy your career or make you an outcast either.”
“Thank you.” I looked at a wall clock and added, “But it's late in the evening. Having spent so long with you, it would look suspicious if I were to have left your apartment so long after I finished my interview with you. It would look better if I were to spend the night with you. Not in bed with you, but in a separate bed, if you have one.”
“I don't. And the couch is not a hide-a-bed.”
“I'm small enough to fit on your couch and sleep comfortably. In fact, I should put on my sleep shorts and we sleep separately. That way I could technically claim we had an innocent visit, since I didn't spend the night in bed with you.”
The woman smiled. “I did hear about you having a penchant of getting away with being naughty.”
I smiled. “This is true.”
I did put on my sleep shorts, and eventually lay on the couch while she went to bed naked. I wondered if she normally slept that way, but then again it was summer.
Morning came, and fortunately this was Saturday so she did not have to rush off to work. My flight did not leave until eleven, so I did not have to rush out. She knew this since I told her already, and though she got up to use the toilet, she want back to her bed afterward, but not under the covers. I knew what she wanted, and I also wanted it. If nothing else, what opportunity would I have to do this again?
I left the couch, pulled off my sleep shorts, and climbed into her bed. We gave each other another deep mouth kiss which lasted for quite a while. When we broke off, a thought occurred to me.
“Are you amenable to sucking my penis?” I asked.
The woman looked surprised. “Of course! But why do you ask?”
“I was thinking of the fact that if we had intercourse again, even if we washed ourselves thoroughly, there would be the possibility that my colleagues might detect the smell of pussy juice. And it is not unlikely that by spending the night with a known furry woman, even the slightest smell might get them to put two and two together. I've been known to take chances, but not foolish ones.”
“And giving you a blowjob would eliminate that possibility?”
“Well, I wouldn't have tried to have sex with you last night if I thought people would know. We did it last night and washed up and any odors would fade away. There are lots of gay males who want to have sex with me, but I could easily tell them no. They even tried to give me substantial bribes, but I was never tempted.”
I was sure she knew that I was not kidding. So she replied, “Of course I would be more than happy to suck you off. I'd love to have a bellyful of your cum!”
So I got into bed with her, and she scooched down so her head was even with my crotch. My penis already had become erect, and she grabbed it and directed into her mouth and squeezed my knot. I did not ejaculate right away, but when I did I knew my precum, semen, and postcum was going down her throat and she swallowed everything. We lay together for a while, and then we went to the shower like yesterday.
After we did, I realized there was not much time before I would have to travel back to the airport, The woman indicated she had nothing to do except housecleaning and I helped her strip the covers off her bed to eliminate any traces of our sex, I quickly packed my things and gave her face and breast licks, and we said our goodbyes. I was not anticipating any real chance of seeing her again, except at a possible future furry convention, and of course there would be no chance we could spend another night together if we did.
I made it to the airport and flew back to the city near PERC base, picked up my car, and drove home. I took nothing from her apartment other than the recordings of my interview with her, and left nothing but the receipt I normally gave to my interviewees. I did wonder if Jeremy Wolf might be suspicious as to what the woman and I had done, and I felt slightly but not strongly nervous. I got back to PERC base and went directly to his office after dropping off my car in the garage as was standard procedure.
I was calm and explained the visit, admitting I spent the night on her couch. Jeremy was surprised with her admission that she had had sex with dogs, even though it was hardly unheard of among human females. He never asked if the two of us had had sex. Did he suspect the truth? If so, did he decide to keep quiet and not go through the bother of alerting the Earth authorities? And how would they react, knowing the woman's past history?
Then again, I did once make a stop at Jim and Sammy's apartment, and I actually wanted Jim to give me a blowjob, which he did. They were surprised, as I mentioned how so many humans tried to have sex with me, even offering substantial bribes, but I was never tempted. Jim was different because I knew neither he nor Sammy would say anything unless they were forced, and my idea was less sex release for me than the fact that I knew he wanted to swallow my semen. Jeremy Wolf did ask why I had stopped at their apartment one morning and he thought I might have had sex with Sammy Skunk again, and I truthfully told him that I did not. Perhaps it did not occur to him that I would have engaged in any sexual activity with a human, which is probably why he did not ask if I did it with the woman I visited.
Indeed, as I write this, it has been months and I heard nothing from anybody. Not even the woman. All we did was exchange the usual thanks for having me over to interview her, and I am sure she got the idea we would likely never have another conjugal meeting. She certainly knew this would be our secret.
How would my colleagues react to this if they were to find out, you may wonder? Let us return to the story of Sammy Skunk and how he was found by the human furries who have had sex with him. To us animal-people, it was not a story of romance, but of one of them being taken advantage of by perverted humans. And that had happened while I was supposed to keep an eye on him. Compounding that was the fact that I had taken Sammy Skunk to a furry convention in the first place, where such perverted humans abounded. My career survived but my reputation at PERC took a hit. More of us animal-people were allowed into PERC base over the years, but the story of course spread quickly. Undoubtedly many colleagues felt I got penalized too lightly and should have been sent home. They would not cheer me for conquering a human female; they would view me as breaking another PERC rule, even though it between two consenting adults, and probably demand that I be expelled from PERC and sent back home.
One might wonder why the Earth authorities did not just relax the rule. After all, Sammy Skunk and Jim, along with Jim's sex friends, had been gay lovers for years and nothing happened. None of them got infected by any exotic alien diseases, and a monster did not jump out of Jim's abdomen like in the Alien movie. Even so, plenty of Earthians still disliked the idea of alien animal-people wandering around their planet, and the Earth authorities probably wanted to avoid having us getting too comfortable. And who can blame them?
As I have mentioned, I have bonded to several Earthians already, a result of times of stress. But I did not form an emotional bond with the woman, and I get the impression she did not fall in love with me romantically. We were at best friends with benefits, as the cliché goes. Yes, I could have done like Sammy Skunk and left my world to be with her, but would I have wanted to do this? I could become a translator or even a sociologist on Earth, but was this a world I wanted to stay in permanenetly? And I knew too little about the woman to decide I would want to be with her everyday. Sammy Skunk had an unhappy life before he met Jim, and presumably filled his emotional vacuum. And why would he not want to be with someone who was willing to keep him around despite the fact that he nearly got beaten to death for it?
The woman could legally have sex with Sammy Skunk, but she had already told me that she had no desire to do so. Presumably she had only a taste for canid and vulpnid knots, or disliked having sex with someone who already had plenty of other male paramours, or both. I ended up having sex with both Sammy Skunk and Jim myself, but I played the “top” (in homosexual parlance) both times, where I inseminated them, but they did not inseminate me. I am sure they both enjoyed their respective experiences, but I would not want to do this on a regular basis. Perhaps they enjoy being inseminated by males who would not want to be inseminated by them. But I would feel uncomfortable with the idea that I would do all the inseminating and would not want to have them do the same to me. I am not a true homosexual or even bisexual and I acted basically due to a lack of sexual outlet.
I do not feel any compunction for having had sex with the woman and I am sure she felt that way about her sex with me. In fact, if I were younger I would have been tempted to leave my world for her the way Sammy Skunk did, but as I mentioned to her I happened to have had a bad marriage to make me afraid of romantic relationships. Perhaps with another animal-person, but I definitely would not want to leave my world forever to be with someone. Even the humans I actually emotionally bonded to, painful as it will be to break from them, cannot tempt me to leave my world for them either.
Quite a bit of verbiage for what was really a one-night stand, I confess, but I admit that even she must have known I was motivated by getting away with something naughty as well as sex. And when you think about it, dear reader, she must have had the same idea. She conquered me rather than I conquered her.