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[b][u][center]Human Addiction

Chapter 14: Playing at the Zoo

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Roger could hardly believe what he was being asked. Zookeeper for an Anthro, someone that was already stripped naked like some sort of two-legged feral. That had to be breaking all kinds of rules somewhere, but he knew that Wuru was just as serious as could be about the whole thing. The gray wolf still looked up at him with hope and with…well, more than a bit of cock showing, for that matter. The idea of giving him this sort of fantasy, this sort of roleplay, left Roger more than a little aroused, and more than a little concerned.

[i]What will happen if he…doesn’t like what my smell does to him?[/i]

More to the point, what would happen if he ended up with a feral on his hands that wanted to do more than just…dominate him? What if there was something that happened that left him injured? What would happen to Wuru?

What would happen to him?

The possibilities were rushing through his head, but staring down at the wolf with that wagging tail and that naked body on display already had his cock starting to rise in his pants. He wished that he could have said that it was a reluctant erection, or even a slow one, but no. Despite everything, he was starting to really get into the horny behavior that the Anthros had, and how eager they were for him at times.

That wagging tail only got worse as he took a step forward, reaching out with one hand. The wolf turned his head, pressing his nose into Roger’s palm, and he felt the hot puff of air against his fingers as the big wolf took a breath from him, smelling him, taking in whatever scent that his flesh was putting off.

“Mmmph…”

Wuru groaned, his cock rising further, throbbing to a full erection almost in record time. The wolf’s cock bounced up and down, the knot slightly on the rise, and the tip was already wet with pre-cum. A fat dick, that one, and the sort that looked like it was used for breeding as much as it was for just getting off. It had that feral shape that meant that it was going to go deep and spurt hard, leaving whoever was getting fucked bred and dripping.

[i]Oh, fuck, if he tries to use that on me…[/i]

Roger couldn’t believe that he was even considering taking this further, but there he was, standing there, petting the Anthro wolf along the side of his face and muzzle. Wuru was helping him get into it, nuzzling into his pets, looking up with his muzzle open, his tongue hanging out.

“Um…who’s a good boy?”

It was like a lightning bolt went down the wolf’s back, and he growled under his breath. Not aggressively, but happily, leaning in and butting his head against the human’s belly. Due to the size difference between them, that just about knocked Roger off his feet, and he stumbled back into one of the damaged enclosures.

“Mmmph…I’m…good boy…”

“Are you alright?” Roger asked.

“Mmmph…so good…”

“Are you alright?”

“Just…need a bit more…let me…”

The wolf looked down at the human’s groin, and Roger blushed. He knew for a fact that it was going to be stronger down there, and if there was going to be a feral reaction, that would be the thing to cause it. He took a deep breath, pushing down the ‘yes’ that wanted to be said. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it right.

“Is there any…zookeeper stuff around?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“Tools, uniforms, that kind of thing.”

“Uh…oh. Oh, yeah.” Wuru groaned, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. “Sorry. I completely…yeah.”

The wolf slowly got to his feet, wobbling as if it was difficult for him to stand. If he was already starting to slip back into feral instincts, he wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. They were probably operating on different rules, now.

“This way.”

Wuru led him between the different cages to a storage shed that was hidden behind most of them. Inside were a few different uniforms, most of which looked like they were there for the zookeepers to put on so that they didn’t get all messy in the different cages. He pulled one down, surprised that it was still in good shape. Then again, it had been pushed in the back of a sealed shed, and he wouldn’t be surprised if some of Wuru’s friends had been replacing some of the gear with more modern versions.

He stripped out of his clothes down to his underwear, feeling the wolf staring at him the whole time. It was a bit difficult, but he managed to keep from popping more of a boner than he already was. When he was in the sanitation jumpsuit, he slid his feet into some rubber boots, and then slowly turned around.

“How’s that?”

“Very official.”

“It’s going to get me sweaty as hell.”

“Mmmph…that’ll affect me plenty.”

“I’m sure…”

He looked at the other tools that were in the shed. There was a rod and noose for grabbing animals and holding onto them, as well as a few old tranquilizer darts. He wouldn’t put money on the latter still having good drugs in them. He would be surprised if they hadn’t either turned to poison or lost all effectiveness. But the noose and rod would be helpful, especially if –

Yep, they were the electric sort. He held one of them up, looking at the battery charge on the side. Yes, it was half-charged, still. He tapped the button, hearing the soft hum that came from it buzzing.

“…I’m not sure I should use this one.”

“Could you?” Wuru asked. “It looks…authentic.”

“Yeah, but…it’s painful.”

“I have enough fur around my neck to take it, I think.”

“You really want that?”

The gray wolf nodded, grinning quite widely. He rolled his eyes, pulling it over his shoulder.

Truth be told, if he was really going to go through with this, he would prefer something that strong. He had seen just how powerful Anthros were when they got riled up, and he’d take anything that he could get to keep him from getting pinned. He had been able to take it from a raccoon; he doubted that it would be that easy when it came to someone like Wuru.

The more that he sorted through the different equipment, the more that he started to wonder if there was something that he had missed here. Wuru had said that he was part of a group that believed that Anthros needed to go back to their feral roots. If that was the case, did that mean that there were wilds and domestics that both wanted to go back to being animals, that didn’t want to have that intelligence?

Or was that just the wilds, wanting to back to when they were not supposed to hold back?

It was a good question, and one that he didn’t have the answer to. Perhaps he and Wuru could talk it through at the end of their little…session.

Loaded up with the restraint rod, a few treats, and a couple of tasers – he was surprised that the zoo had that – he looked back at the wolf again. The gray-furred canine was wagging his tail like mad, and Roger took a deep breath.

“Alright. You ready?”

“Mmmph. Yes.”

“You’re sure you want me to do this?”

“A real human, with the right pheromones and everything? God yes.”

“Alright. Well…”

He reached down to the crotch of the jumpsuit, unzipping and pulling at the bulge beneath his underwear. It took him a moment, but he gradually fished out his cock and balls, allowing them to fall into the open.

“Have at it.”

Wuru stared, at first, and he wasn’t at all surprised at that. He probably looked really strange compared to some of the other Anthros out there, particularly the ones with more wild traits than humanoid. He allowed the wolf some time to just look at his cock, at the smooth skin, at the haired balls just under.

The gray wolf went down to his hands and knees, crawling forward, his nostrils flaring again and again. The sight of the bipedal male on all fours, demeaning himself like this, was…well, hard to understand. It was both powerful and guilt inducing, and he didn’t know what to do with it.

So, instead, he waited.

Eventually, Wuru managed to come close enough to grind his nose right against Roger’s balls. That soft, cool nose brushed against his sac, nudging against it, lifting it up before puffing hot air against it. The wolf shivered, huffing, his mouth hanging open all the wider compared to the first time.

[i]Here it comes…[/i]

A domestic would have started huffing, whimpering, whining for attention. It would have turned its head to the side, begged for face-pets, for the gentle rubbing and nuzzling that came from being under someone in a house.

Not Wuru.

The wolf started growling, nudging his head up, bumping Roger’s cock and balls upwards at the same time. He growled deep down in his throat, almost like he was trying to take control, and he stuck out his tongue, running it from the human’s taint all the way back to his balls. The pressure was enough to get his cock throbbing hard again, dripping at the very tip.

[i]Take control. He wants you to take control.[/i]

He grabbed the back of the wolf’s neck, finding the scruff properly, and pulled. Wuru yelped, the sound high and scratchy through the growl. The wolf whipped his head up, a slight sneer of teeth forming, and Roger did the only thing that he could think of.

He bopped the wolf on the nose with his finger.

That action turned the growl into a curious sound, something that didn’t quite understand what had happened. It was almost funny, but considering the sheer strength of the Anthro in front of him, Roger didn’t even dare laugh. Instead, he gave Wuru a soft shake. Not hard, but enough for the little ripples of the wobble to turn into a reminder to behave.

“Not like that.”

“Woof.”

“Yes, that’s better. Now…gentle.”

He slowly allowed the big guy to come forward again, and this time, the nudging and bumping of muzzle to cock were not so rough. The soft gray fur brushed against the side of his shaft, and Roger had to bite his lips to keep from making happy little sounds of his own. He had been with cats now, and equines, but this was something different. This was…well, this was a bit more intense.

He groaned under his breath as he felt the little licks rubbing along the side of his shaft, working up towards the tip. The nuzzles turned into longer licks, tracing the veins along the side of his cock, and it didn’t take long for that tongue to reach his tip, working over the pre-cum that had been dripping from him all this time.

[i]Oh boy…oh boy…[/i]

There was something almost feral about the lapping going on. It wasn’t the focused work of a guy that was eager to get someone off, but rather the lapping of a dog towards a favorite treat. His cock received a lick to the left, and right, wobbling around with each lick, and Wuru chased after it, tilting his head this way and that before he seemed to remember that he had hands to help him with that.

Except, he didn’t use them as hands. He used them as paws.

As the wolf leaned back a little, bringing his hands up, he didn’t grab hold of the human’s cock. Instead, he rested them on either side, using them as a brace to keep the shaft from wobbling around. Then, he tilted his head, lapping right against that sensitive spot right beneath the head.

[i]Mmph…[/i]

Roger clenched his teeth tight to keep from moaning like a little bitch, because that was exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to thrust and hump, but he was getting ‘served’ by the big guy, pinned against one of the walls behind him. God fuck, but it felt good.

He huffed through clenched teeth, taking in a deep breath, or as deep a one as he could manage. When he was able to think clearly, he looked down at the collar that Wuru was wearing. Thick and leathery, the sort of thing that would have been able to keep some of the domestic animals under control.

But Wuru didn’t want to be domestic. He wanted to be feral.

Roger undid the clasp of the collar, and for a moment, the gray wolf tried to lunge forward, tried to take control again, but he grabbed the scruff of the wolf’s neck and pulled him back. It took some work with this angle, but he managed it. In fact, he pushed the big guy down to all fours.

“Rrrrrrr…”

Wuru looked back at him with a growl, eyes annoyed, but not quite…intelligent. Not dumb, but not really intelligent anymore. There was something that had shifted, almost like he was in the depths of his own instincts, now, figuring out how to deal with them.

Roger really hoped that he was doing the right thing here. He knew a hundred different ways that this could go wrong, and he wanted to keep the wolf safe. Hell, he wanted to keep himself safe, for that matter.

Leaning forward and putting a bit of weight against the gray wolf’s side, he looped the extendable noose around the wolf’s neck. He pulled on the retractor, making it tight. Not too tight, not to the point where Wuru wasn’t able to breathe, but enough to keep him from wiggling free. He stood up again, pulling on it, and the wolf yelped, being dragged along on all fours.

“You need to go somewhere else…somewhere more secure,” he said, trying to get back in role as he tucked his cock back in place. “Come.”

The wolf did as he was ordered, though he could feel the tugging and dragging on the leash and rod. He imagined that it was something of a playful test, seeing how much slack the ‘zookeeper’ would allow. At least, he hoped that was the sort of thing going on. Wuru didn’t seem like he was able to talk right then and there, and he doubted that the Anthro would be coming out of this state before long. All that pre-cum around his nose would be flooding his system with pheromones.

Yet, they still walked down the path of the zoo, making their way past the empty cages.

Roger felt the implications and possibilities of someone getting really naughty with the Anthros if they really wanted to. He imagined that there would be some people that built real ‘zoos’ where the Anthros were kept naked, their minds helpless to the pheromones of the people that would come up to the bars and then make use of them. They would be just toys to the humans that came by, and he could imagine that happening all too easily.

[i]This is just roleplay. It’s just roleplay.[/i]

Roger kept telling himself that, but the image didn’t exactly make him go soft.

They walked by one of the old wolf pens, one that had about forty feet by sixty feet fences. It wasn’t that hard to find the old gap in the barrier, and he led Wuru through to the other side. The gray wolf happily stepped through with him, looking all around, his eyes wide as he seemed to take in the enclosure.

Just to keep him in that feral state, Roger pulled his zipper down and dragged his cock back out. He tilted the wolf’s head, bringing him back to his crotch. A few licks, and one thrust down the big guy’s muzzle, and that foggy-eyed state was back again. Wuru grinned, drooling a bit from his hanging tongue, and Roger shook his head.

[i]This shouldn’t be fun…but it kinda is…[/i]

At least, it was with the idea that it was only temporary. He had to keep reminding himself of that, or he would start freaking out from what he was doing to the big guy.

Reaching down to the noose, he gently pulled it free, allowing the wires and rope to come loose. The wolf shook his entire body out, fur floofing, and then ran forward into the enclosure, darting here and there and everywhere. He ran up the rocks and then perched on them, throwing his head back and letting out a howl.

It wasn’t a loud one, probably informed by some deep-down thought in the gray wolf’s head, but he hissed in worry, anyway. If someone came to see who was howling, if that ticket-taker was awake and heard that, then he could be in all sorts of trouble.

Yet, nothing happened. Nobody came to see what was going on.

He let out a slow breath, sitting down on one of the rocks, keeping an eye on his ‘charge’ as Wuru ran all over the place, acting almost like a feral, save for the fact that he had to run around a bit more clumsily if he was on all fours. The gray wolf seemed to be utterly at ease with the fact that he was naked, that he was behaving as something so undignified. If anything, he seemed to embrace it.

[i]Well…if he likes it…[/i]

Roger sat with one leg over his lap, pushing his dick back down as he enjoyed the show. A small smile started to grow on his face as he watched, glad that he could bring a bit of happiness to the gray wolf.

Eventually, the big male wandered back over to him. He started to nose against Roger’s crotch, and for a moment, the human was tempted to allow it. However, when he looked down and saw the slight awakening of intelligence there, he saw something else. There was…fear. Not fear of danger, but fear of losing something.

Fear of coming out of this.

[i]…No, no, you’re coming back. You’re not getting any more of that. Not right now.[/i]

He pushed Wuru back, and when the wolf didn’t want to listen, he grabbed the electro-rod again. The noose almost wasn’t enough. He had to drag the wolf back, holding him against one of the rocks, and even then, he had to really lean against the pole to keep it from coming loose. He was on the verge of using the stun function, the shock part of the pole, when the gray wolf finally said something.

“More…just a little longer…please…”

“No. I think…I think that’s more than enough.”

“Just a few more minutes.”

“One sniff’s gonna be at least ten. I’m not going to push you back there.”

“But…but…I need it…”

“No.”

He shook his head, resisting the urge to start shocking the little guy. Every part of him wanted to, but he knew better than to start hurting others. He needed Wuru to come back, not start flinching away.

Eventually, the gray wolf stopped groaning and moaning, and he sat up again, shaking his head.

“Not fair.”

“Pretty fair; you came up and pushed me to do it.”

“I know, but…” he sighed. “Have you ever just wanted to forget everything for a while? I mean, like, the way that some people go down to the bar and just drink until they can’t think of anything for a while?”

“…Not for a while,” Roger admitted.

“Well, some of us do. And that…that….”

The wolf shook his head. Roger could see where it was going, though. Being under the influence of his pheromones like that had given Wuru the chance to just go away from the world for a while, to be nothing but an animal, and not a thinking animal, either. He’d been able to go back to what he used to be instead of what he was now.

All of a sudden, Roger wondered how that would affect the Anthros if they had the chance to really just…forget for a while. He knew that there were plenty of humans that succumbed to alcoholism at times, just trying to get away from the world. Drug abuse, too. There were plenty of reasons for both of those problems, but one of the big ones was just the inability to function in the world.

What if they found out that they had a way of doing that with humans?

What if they started to look for ways to be like that again?

Roger couldn’t imagine ever giving up his intelligence, ever wanting to be nothing but a dumb beast out there, but then he thought about how it would feel if you had been born dumb, and then came up to human intelligence? What if you had living history – or at least, near history – of being that sort of creature, only to be made responsible for things that you never, ever, ever would have been responsible for in the past?

What would that uplift do to you?

What would you do to get away from it?

What would you do just to cope with it?

Knowing that he could become some sort of coping mechanism for the wrong sorts of Anthros, Roger took a few steps back, gathering his stuff. Wuru blinked.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“But…I thought…maybe…”

“I think you’ve had more than enough for the day.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

And he was. He wasn’t going to be pursuing that again for a while, not without the complete endorsement from André and the doctors. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t fucking with anything that he shouldn’t be fucking with. It was bad enough seeing the Watfords indulging, and it was worse seeing what he did to Lisa. He wasn’t going to become something that was the new drug on the block.

“Um, maybe I’ll see you again sometime,” Wuru said, hopefully.

“Maybe. We’ll see.”

“Okay. See you later, Zookeeper.”

Hoping rather desperately that it was just part of the roleplay that hadn’t quite ended for the gray wolf, Roger opened the gate in the fence and ran through. He had to get his clothes, and then he had to get back to Louise and Lisa. They might have some information about this, and if they didn’t, they might have some ideas.

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Getting back to the house was easy enough, though he was a sweaty mess by the time that he arrived. He opened the door, panting hard, and both of the reptiles immediately whipped their heads up from each other to look at him. Lisa groaned, covering her face even as she started blushing, and Louise got up from the couch, grabbing him by the back of the neck and the back of his pants as she carried him towards the bathroom.

“Shower, I know!” Roger said. “I can do that myself.”

“Then do it. Holy – what the hell were you doing?!”

“I’ll tell you after.”

She all but threw him into the bathroom, and he walked right into the shower as soon as he got his shoes off. He didn’t bother stripping down at first, letting the water run right over his clothes. The sweat that had soaked into them was heavy enough that he doubted that it would be a good idea to let them sit for long before being washed. Even this was probably going to leave them fairly thick with his scent.

When they were sagging against him, he slowly pulled them off, tossing them to the shower floor and letting the oils that had soaked in run down the drain. He grabbed the soap and started cleaning himself off, scrubbing hard, dragging his fingers over his skin and getting rid of every last bit of his own smell that he could. He knew that it was going to be strong enough to have some left over anyways, but the best he could do was to get rid of as much as possible as fast as possible.

Soon enough, he was pink from all the scraping and scrubbing, and he gave himself one last rinse before stepping out of the shower. He toweled dry, then took that and wrapped his clothes up in it. He tossed it all in the hamper in the bathroom, then – after wrapping another towel around his middle – he carried it down the hall to the laundry.

Then, and only then, did he go back to the main room.

Lisa and Louise made him stand in the hallway until the crocodile had the chance to actually sniff him over. He was only allowed through when she gave him the all-clear, and even then, they had him sit on the far side of the room.

“What happened?” Lisa asked. “I didn’t think anyone could have pheromones that strong.”

“That was a workout and a half.”

“What the heck were you doing?”

“There was, um…a wolf…”

Both women facepalmed at the same time, not that he could blame them. Roger shook his head.

“I didn’t go out looking for sex, okay? It kinda found me.”

“And how did it find you?” Louise asked.

“I went down to the zoo.”

They both stiffened at that, and he rapidly held up his hands.

“I just wanted to see the history, okay? I thought maybe I could understand things a bit better if I took the time to study them.”

“…Continue,” Louise said.

“I went down there, started walking around to see what was left. It was…horrible, I admit. I didn’t think about how it would feel to see so much stuff like that, to have so much of your history left as cages.”

They nodded, gesturing for him to continue, and he did his best to not make it sound too tawdry.

“I found a wolf down there, someone that was stripping down around some of the cages. He said that he was part of a group that believed that Anthros should keep in touch with their feral sides more. Said that his name was Wuru.”

“Oh, for the love of fuck,” the crocodile muttered.

“What?”

“That’s just…that’s not even a name. It’s just trying to sound like some of the old ‘primitive’ names that we see in the books.”

“Did you…have names back then?”

“Not most of us, no. We had stuff like…Buttercup and Blackie and Daisy, things like that that humans had named us, but we had to come up with our own stuff.” Louise groaned. “Sounds like you found someone that’s just trying to sound like they’re embracing their heritage.”

“Oh…so…”

“He’ll have a different name.”

“Great…”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“He…dragged me into a ‘zookeeper’ roleplay.” The ladies stared at him, narrowing their eyes. “Okay, look. I didn’t suggest it, and I kinda feel a bit dirty after it, but…in my defense, it was fun at the time.”

“A zookeeper roleplay? Really?”

“I didn’t pick it!”

“No, but…okay, what happened? Exactly?”

“He wanted me to basically be in charge, control him like a feral, and…basically keep him in that happy, dumb state.”

“…Anything else?”

“Only that he was kind of addicted to it by the end of the play session.”

Louise nodded, and Lisa blushed, looking down and away. He wondered if she had been a bit less ashamed of what had happened to her, and more ashamed of how much she had liked not being smart for a bit. That was a possibility, he realized, and not one that he could bring up in front of Louise.

[i]But if she did like it…well, I imagine I’ll be hearing about it later…[/i]

In the meantime, the crocodile rubbed the back of her head.

“Not what I wanted to hear, but I guess that there’s plenty of weirdos out there that just want to pretend…but with those pheromones…”

“Do you think it might be a problem?”

“Does he know where you live?”

“No, but…”

“You stunk all the way home.”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll call André and let him know. Got a description of the wolf?”

“Big? Bigger than me. I was a bit more focused on the fact that he was naked than anything else.”

“Well, shit.”

The whole situation was starting to come down on him. Wuru, or whatever his name was, had an organization that was probably looking to go through the same experience that he had. Hell, there might be more militant people in that group that wanted other Anthros to go through the dumbing-down, feral feeling that they had been searching for over time. If that was the case, then, worst-case scenario, kidnapping was entirely possible.

Even best-case, that there were other males and females on the perverted side that wanted to go through what Wuru did, meant that he had to keep his eyes peeled for anyone that started looking at him the wrong way. The idea of being a ‘zookeeper’ again made him feel weird, almost like some sort of plantation role-play on the other side of the Wall. If he had been going through that, he would have felt off.

This felt almost the same.

Taking a deep breath, he got up from the armchair.

“I’m going to get some clean clothes. Um, after that, what are we doing for dinner?”

“Tacos,” Lisa said.

“Well, that sounds good. Um…should I…”

“You stay in your room for now. You’re still…kinda strong.”

“Okay.”

“Louise will bring you your food.”

“Okay.”

“We’re not angry. Just…wanting to be safe. You understand.”

He nodded. He did, and he didn’t blame them in the slightest.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Roger ends up playing ‘zookeeper’, but realizes that it’s having a bit of a stronger effect than he expected.

Tags: M/M, pet play, wolf, human, crocodile, gecko, series, human addiction, addiction, oral, blowjob, fellatio, corruption, hypnosis, feral, feral behavior, dumbing down, pre-cum, musk, pheromones, leash, collar,