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In the Bear's Den 2: Sarah's checkup

The night had been relatively uneventful, as Cleo and I had fallen asleep cudded on the sofa and I had been surprised that it fit us both. Well, I should say, kind of fit us both. She was laying on me more than on the sofa, but that was perfectly fine by me and she didn't seem to mind the lumpy bed. I had gotten a new movie on DVD that I had wanted to watch and so that's how we fell asleep the past few nights, not that I had gotten to see the ending yet, but that was alright, too.

We then made on our way back into town to the zoo, driving the familiar streets with Cleo watching the world go by through the windows. Soon I had pulled into one of the parking stalls in the employees' section by the offices and Cleo jumped out when I tilted the drivers' seat forward for her to do so. It was 8 am, about an hour before opening and the groundskeepers were busy with their various tasks of sweeping the walkways clear of debris, emptying trash cans, setting up the various this-and-that in preparation for the day's onslaught of visitors. They paid me no attention beyond a couple watching me drive in and park.

Cleo, for her part, walked behind me in her mechanical manner and we were through the door and up the office stairs before anyone noticed I was being stalked by a lioness. But that apparently was short-lived.

As we reached the upstairs hall where the offices were, Julie was just coming out of hers with a load of paperwork and nodded greeting to me, I nodded back, and then she dropped her files and froze.

"Jim," she whispered. "don't.... move...."

I stopped and looked confused. "Whynot?" I blurted out.

She shakily lifted a finger and pointed behind me. I turned around and Cleo was just standing there, watching us with her usual blank stare. I turned back to Julie with a confused expression. "Why shouldn't I move?"

"Be... because there's a lioness loose right behind you!" she stammered, her voice raising in tone a bit.

I nodded. "Yeah, I know. That's Cleo." I turned around. "Cleo, this is Julie. Julie, this is Cleo." I bent down and collected Julie's papers for her as she continued to stare slack-jawed before Cleo came forward and sat down right in front of Julie.

Julie looked at me, stunned. "How... uh...." her expression turned from shock, to confusion. "It's.... ok that she's just loose?"

I laughed and smiled "I don't think she's going anywhere, Julie. She's a good cat. Someone I know gave her to me not too long ago." Julie haltingly reached her hand forward to touch the top of Cleo's head. Cleo just sat there, expression as blank as ever, but I figured somewhere inside she must enjoy the attention.

"Wow, Jim. I've never.... been this close to a real lion before." Julie stammered as her expression softened and she caressed Cleo's head. Cleo, for her part, slitted her eyes and started enjoying the attetion outwardly. "Oh! But what will Jack think? You know he'll have a fit about her being in here."

I nodded. "Cleo's been staying in my office while I'm at work, and so far Jack hasn't had the need to pester me in there just yet. I know that's sort of short-lived but..." I shrugged. "Besides, she's a good cat and kinda needs to be with me as much as possible for the short term, and then perhaps even moreso later on."

Julie looked at me with that confused expression again as she took her papers from me. "Why "later on"?"

I smiled "She's pregnant. Or at least that's what I was told. I haven't doublechecked that just yet but it's likely true."

Julie's eyes lit up. "So she's gonna have cubs? Like... right here in the office?!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "That's something only time will tell. And yeah, she'll freak out Jack a good deal when he meets her, but... he can't fire me so I'm not too worried about it."

Julie looked confused again, for a moment, then enlightenment spread across her face. "Oh, yeah, that's right. Only the board can terminate you since you're the head keeper. I forgot about that." Then she smiled and chuckled, elbowing me a litle. "Living on the edge there, ain'tcha Jim?"

I smiled and winked. "Well, I sleep cuddled with a lioness, share my house with a cougaress, play with bears that can bash my skull in, and other critters that can crush me without any effort whatsoever. Jack's bluster doesn't really rate compared to much of that, y'know. All he can do is try to make my life miserable, and all I have to do is pretty much ignore him."

At that Julie laughed heartily. "You DO live dangerously. Anyway, your secret is safe with me. But do you mind if I come visit Cleo now and again when she's here? She seems like such a nice kitty."

I nodded. "Come visit her anytime I'm in my office. Well, apart from when Jack would be looking for you. I don't want to deal with his crap any sooner than I have to, if ever."

Julie nodded and headed off to where she was going and I continued down the hall with Cleo following until I reached my office, unlocked it, and we both went in.

Cleo climbed up on the cot and settled down, rolling onto her side as she watched me fire up the computer. I sat down and started checking my email, scrolling through the endless questions and comments, one name caught my attention. I opened the email from CleoKeeper82 simply titled "Greetings, Mr. James Burgess."

Reading through it, the email read like one of those junk scam emails you hear all about on the news.

* * * * *

Greetings Mr. James Burgess,

My name is Abu Hilotep and I am the director of the First National Bank and Trust Company of Bangalore, India. It has come to our attention that you have done business with one of our most honored clients and have recently received a gift from him. Unfortunately, it is my sad duty to report that this honored client has recently passed away, leaving behind a substantial sum in his accounts. Being as how this most honored client has no heirs, nor any family of record, it would be quite possible for you to take possession of these unclaimed monies for your personal advantage. Please contact me as soon as possible in order to make the necessary arrangements before any other individual lays claim to the monies of our most honored client. Only $2,000 dollars US can start the process for you to claim the millions of rupees in the accounts. I have taken the liberty of directing your way a package containing a bank draft in the sum of $3,000 dollars US to prove the legitimacy of this transaction. You have but to deposit the bank draft and send back $2,000 dollars US to initiate the process of claiming the monies I have mentioned. I anxiously await your email for where to send the deposit funds. Thank you.

Abu Hilotep Idle Accounts Department First National Bank and Trust Company

* * * * *

Hm... curious. I didn't think Jeff had access to that kind of money, if he really was sending me three grand. At least not anymore since he was likely on the lam, avoiding people following him, whether real or imagined. Clearly the email was from him, given the name on the account and the cue about receiving a gift. But I wondered... directing a "package" my way? Was that his way of saying there's more to come than just Cleo? Oh boy... what have I gotten myself into? Then again, if he was sending money as well... perhaps that wouldn't be so very bad to have another mouth to feed. I shrugged and pondered things a bit before there came a knock on the door.

"Kommen sie." I said loudly.

The knob turned, the door opened, and in toddled Jerry Parker, looking rather haggard as he flumped into one of the chairs as the door shut behind him.

"Damn, you look like hell. Long night?" I inquired. Jerry merely nodded. "Did you and Sarah have fun?" I asked, curious as to the answer.

"Yes and no." Jerry replied. "I didn't "pi" her, if that's what you're asking, but she and I did have a good deal of fun before we turned in for the night," Jerry said with a half-smile.

I looked confused. "So why do you look like you've taken a ride through the washing machine a couple times?"

Jerry smiled meekly. "Well, when we were through we turned in for the night and cuddled up togeher. She went to sleep, but I couldn't."

I looked surprised. "Why not? She's nice and snuggly and warm..."

Jerry sighed "You forgot to include "snores like a chain saw" in that, Jim."

I couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Oh, well... that DOES happen, you know. You want to call in sick for the day, or what?"

Jerry just shook his head "Naw, wouldn't be right to call in since I'm here. I'll make it through somehow."

I thought about things for a moment. "You want to be present when I do Sarah's internal, or it ok if I go ahead without you?"

Jerry shrugged. "Nothing I'd really need to see. I'm sure you'll tell me what you found out when you're through, and that's good enough for me."

I nodded and went over to one of the cabinets on the wall and tossed him a set of keys. Jerry looked at me confused. "Cathouse keys. It'll get you into the basement. Right next to the holding pens on the lion side are two disused offices set up as sleeping bunk rooms for when shit happens, like watching for cubs or whatnot. Midnight feedings are a bitch if you have to drag yourself out of bed and then all the way across the park." I winked and Jerry smiled. "Thanks Jim, I owe ya."

I nodded. "More than you'll ever know, but that's alright too. Just go get some sleep for awhile. Don't forget to get up, though. I'll wake you around 1 or so, or when I get through with Sarah, whichever it happens to be."

Jerry nodded and got back up with some effort and made his way to the door. "Want some company with you while you sleep?" I asked, nodding towards Cleo.

Jerry just chuckled softly. "The last time you said that is what got me in this situation, remember? But thanks for asking." He smiled and nodded as he shut the door behind him. Cleo looked up at me. "Yeah, I know," I said to her, "you've been rejected yet again. But that's alright, he likes you and I love you." She laid her head back down and I got up. She followed me with her eyes as I went to the door.

"It's alright, you stay here. I have to go get things set up for checking on Sarah. You be a good girl now, ok?" Cleo nodded from her laying position and I went out and locked the door behind me.

As I walked the corridor I met Vic LeDronne, head of maintenance, as he was coming up to his office. "Hey, Vic. How's life today?"

Vic grunted a bit. "Damn carousel organ's on the fritz again. Hey! You're one of those antique geeks, mind taking a look at it for me? Something keeps messing up with it and I can't tell what, nor do I really have the time to sit there and watch it. Mind taking a look at it when you get time? I've gotta go in and replace some lights in Goliath's indoor pen, since everyone else seems to be afraid of the big galoot. It's getting kind of dark in there and Jack's been riding my ass about it for a bit."

I furrowed my brow. "Don't know how much time I'll have today, Vic. I've got to check on Sarah, that older grizzly we have, and maybe check on one of the lionesses, but I don't know about that yet. All depends on how long it takes, y'know."

Vic grumbled, as was his style. "Yeah, yeah. Too much shit, too few shovels, I know. Well, the bandorgan can wait for a bit as it's not doing anything horrible, just hiccuping a bit. You know how the story goes."

I laughed. "Yeah, it's hell getting old, ain't it?" I winked.

Vic's face nearly cracked into a smile. "You young shit... you don't know what it is to get old yet." His eyes told me there wasn't any maliciousness behind it, and he winked and actually did smile as he went into his office, probably to take care of the non-stop stream of paperwork the place tended to generate.

Smiling to myself, I went on through the corridor and down the main steps that led down to the main gate entrance. Even though it was about a half hour till opening, there were already people lined up to get in. I'd imagine they were moms and nannies who had seen older children off to school and now were looking to do something for a few hours to entertain the younger lot. Strollers and pappoose-packs, diaper bags and laptop cases. Bouncing youngsters and bawling infants. Such was how things are at the zoo nearly every day.

The group perked up as I exited the stairs, seeming in anticipation of me opening the gate. "Sorry folks, not time just yet, but we'll be open shortly." I pointed to the clock tower visible in the center of the courtyard to show the "official" time.

Visible from most of the zoo and park grounds, it was another vintage substitution to our zoo. The mechanism itself dated back to before the turn of the previous century and had been salvaged from the steeple of a local church that had been partially gutted by a fire and was slated for demolition. All of the quarried sandstone for the tower came from the same church, and some of the ornament did, too. But now it stands in our zoo and the chimes and main bell can be heard throughout the grounds and some of the surrounding houses.

I made my way across the main courtyard and headed towards the cathouse. Since the bear dens didn't have any dedicated medical area, I unlocked the main doors of the cathouse, leaving them unlocked for the day's visitors, and then made my way down to the basement to start collecting the materials I'd need.

Reaching the basement, I grabbed a cart from one of the storage rooms and began putting things on it that I'd need. Box of palpation sleeves, bottle of lube, ultrasound machine, extension cord, clamp lights, two camcorders, tripod, clamp-pod, power strip, video endoscopy machine, endoscope, roll of paper toweling.... and other things. I then ducked out of the larger exam room and headed the gear-laden cart down the hall and then into the maintenance tunnel, turning right and beginning to navigate the dimly-lit maze over to the first bay of the bear dens.

Soon enough I was up the short ramp where the tunnel diverged and one right turn later I had my key in the lock and was opening the steel door, letting myself into the back part of the bear dens. I wheeled the cart in and shut the door behind me, bolting it. I flicked the red-light switch for that door, and proceeded to do the same with the exterior door, and the intermediate one separating the different bays of the dens. With the lights illuminated, any staffers would know someone's inside tending to an animal and wouldn't do anything more to try to get in if they found the doors bolted.

Sarah was back in the holding pen, but clearly she'd been allowed access to the center exam area. This was where I started to set things up. First I laid out the extension cord to the nearest electrical outlet, first checking to see if it was one that actually worked. Maintenance in some parts of the park is a continuing battle with the effects of time and the short-sighted stupidity of some that had come before. It worked and didn't cause the lights to flicker, so I figured it was safe for the expensive electronics equipment. Then came setting up the camcorders, to record things for posterity... and perhaps wacking material later. At the very least it'd give a video record if Sarah decided to clobber me, however unlikely that eventuality would be.

Sarah, for her part in things, just paced the cage bars adjacent to the corridor and then came into the middle area as I started setting things up. I played with her a bit and knuckle-rubbed her stop and head. She was in a playful, happy mood and for that I was glad. There's nothing like being face to face with an upset animal and accidentally do something with or to them that makes things worse.

"How are you doing today, girl? Hm? Feeling frisky? Jerry says you kept him up last night with your snoring." I bantered, knowing she wouldn't likely respond to anything more than my tone of voice as I continued preparing things. Soon enough I had things set up for the first part of the exam.

"You want to do this on your back, or in the chute with you standing up?" I asked her as she nuzzled me and grunted happily. Perhaps she understood or perhaps she just heard the word "back" and responded to that. Either way, she laid down and rolled over onto her back like the previous night. I chuckled and adjusted the cameras so they could see everything, and flicked on the cold light source and the video endoscopy unit. I connected the surgical flexible endoscope and hit the "record" button on the unit.

This endoscope is usually meant for doing laporoscopic-type surgeries within animals, and it has channels in it as well as the fiber-optic strands, allowing special instruments to be passed along its length and accurately positioned within sight of the tip lens, while still being operated at a distance. It helps a lot with biopsies and internal stuff by not having to pass multiple instruments into the animal, since the movements only rub along the channel in the scope, rather than potentially abrading some internal passage.

I brought the brightly-lit end towards Sarah's vulva and gently spread the lips, watching the fish-eye-like view on the video screen and then watching and manipulating the scope as it passed through her vestibule, past the vestibulo-vaginal ring of muscles that once was obstructed by her hymen, and then along her vagina proper. I used a small squeeze bulb to push air along one of the scope's passages to inflate her vagina somewhat to allow better passage of the scope.

The walls of her tunnel were a sort of crimson color, and very puffy appearing, though that was natural given that she had been in a consistent state of proestrus for months now. Sarah was purring - well, for lack of a better word, anyway - and remained relatively still as I fed the fairly thick tube deeper and deeper into her femaleness. Every so often her vulva would twitch but with the tip of the scope deep within her, it did nothing to disrupt the images passing along. Vaginal contractions were another matter, and there were a few that waggled the end, causing the image on the monitor to wobble like video of an earthquake. Soon I'd reached far enough inside her to see her cervix, and true to my guess, it was open and drooling mucus. This was as it should be were it early in spring during mating season, but this time of year she should have been quite dry inside and her cervix tightly closed to protect the cub or cubs growing inside.

I gently withdrew the scope from Sarah's femaleness, causing her to rock her hips a bit from the sensations. I pet her tummy as I did so. "You did very well with that, Sarah. Very well indeed. You deserve a treat, but that will have to wait. What's up next you won't enjoy as much, that's for sure. Or at least, I don't think you will." She was oblivious to just what I was saying but still purred happily from both forms of contact - the petting and the internal actions.

Now, you may have noticed I said "purring"... well, bears do purr, sort of. That same "motor" sound that Felis species cats - the lesser cats - make when pleased or happy. Bears do that too, but in their own way. Young cubs, very young cubs, will do that while nursing on their mothers. Adult bears will make similar sounds but a couple octaves lower - kind of like the sound of a heavy diesel engine idling versus that of a chain saw or weed eater. But, either way, "purr" is about the best description for it, even though they're not cats.

I set the endoscope aside, having completed that part of her exam and just knelt there petting her chest and abdomen for awhile. She lay there, lounging but still watching me from the side, as she enjoyed my company and the affection. I couldn't help but smile at her relaxed state and really hated to have her get up, but I also knew that there was no practical way I could perform the internal palpation with her laying out on her back like that. I pondered having her lay on her side, because even though that wouldn't be the most comfortable for me, it probably would be the most comfortable for her. I discarded that idea because of how it'd change the orientation of her internal structures and would make palpation and ultrasound examination of her ovaries all the more difficult for whichever side was on the bottom. If there had been a loafing bench or similar structure here in the dens that would have been different yet again, as she could have laid spreadeagle on that and I could have done the internal without any issue, but since there wasn't something like that available, that only left the squeeze chute.

I sighed and shrugged, then got up from where she was laying and pulled the levers to open the gates for her to go into the chute. She watched me with a curious expression, then got to her feet as I patted my pantsleg for her to come over to me.

She complied without any argument and ambled over to the chute. I waved her in, "Go on, Sarah, it'll be alright. I just need to check your insides some more." She grunted and ambled into the squeeze. I pushed the lever to shut the gate and then put a couple of large pipes through the bars of the squeeze, just behind her position so she couldn't back up. I opened the gate in the side, allowing me access to her back end, and I pet her rump. She grunted approval then I adjusted the camera positions to show what was going to happen next.

I moved the cart right up next to the gate, trailing the extension cord behind it like some safety-orange snake. I turned off the video endoscopy unit and turned on the ultrasound unit, selecting an internal probe and connecting the cables as necessary. I put out the bottle of conductive gel and got out a couple of OB gloves.

Putting one on my right arm, I realized that I hadn't brought a shit bucket over from the supply closet. Oh well, it'll just make for some more cleanup for the janitorial staff. I caressed Sarah's rump, and cupped her vulva in my ungloved hand, undulating my fingers to knead her swollen flesh. With my other hand I touched higher beneath her stubby tail, wading the plastic-clad fingers through her rump fur until they found their target - her pucker.

Her tail clamped down forcefully when I made the first contact, but she showed no real signs of objecting to anything - no huffing or aggressive growling - and soon enough she relaxed her tail letting my fingers check over her anus and tug at it a little, this way and that. For a few moments I pondered giving her a sedative to make things easier on her, as it wasn't every day that a sowbear would have a human arm up her ass - and virtually never in the wild.

She'd been through this procedure before, many times, but given how compliant she'd been with the first part, how horny she must be, and what I'd like to do with her later, I didn't want to cause her any undue discomfort. I stood there for a moment, gloved fingers teasing her tailhole, free hand twiddling her twitching twat... then figured she should be alright and that a sedative wasn't necessary. Honey would certainly need one when she was in this very squeeze sometime soon to check on her gestational progress, but this was Honey's first litter and Sarah had given us a couple over the years.

Sarah grunted and pushed back against my dual touches, breaking me from my indecisive stupor. "Alright, girl. I'll get on with it. Just don't complain to me afterwards if your ass hurts." I moved my free hand and patted her rump. I then moved my gloved hand away and put it under the pump-nozzle of the gallon jug of J-lube, then used the pump to liberally coat my fingers and knuckles with the snotlike goo.

To think of it as snot is somewwhat of a misnomer as it's far more slippery than snot, and lasts far much longer as a lubricant. Putting my hand back under her tail, I began spreading the lube around her opening, and then ducking one finger into her large-ish dark hole.

Sarah grunted loudly as my finger wriggled its way into her tight ass, and her tail clamped down. Hooking my finger like an inverted L, I tugged at her spincter some, coaxing it to relax. Her tail relaxed and she shifted some, arching a bit as her ring loosened enough for me to put a second finger in. Again, tugging gently this way and that with both fingers L-shaped, her rear began to relax more and more. And so did she, putting more of her rump weight against the barrier pipes I had stuck in earlier. Now her butt mushroomed between the two and she was literally pressing back to the extent her hindpaws made only light contact with the floor. This was fine by me, as it meant her rear wouldn't be having to support her weight and thus would be as relaxed as possible for my hand's entry into her depths.

Tucking a third, then fourth finger into the entrance of her back passage brought grunts from the other end, and only minor contractions of the muscular ring. Her tail remained generally up, out of the way, and I drew back. Quickly adding more lube to the back of the fingers of my hand, and all around my knuckles to my wrist, I worked my pointed hand into her rear. More and more slipped in, her anus stretching wider and wider. She growled some as my knuckles drew close and I figured I had to change tactics. I drew my hand back and pushed it forward somewhat forcefully. This brought a loud grunt then huff from the other end. I pet her flank as I allowed the spike to withdraw to my fingertips and her rear to squeeze on the appendages. Another shove and the knuckles were just at her opening. Again I withdrew down to the tips of my fingers, petting her flank as she huffed anxiously. "It'll be alright, girl. Juuuuust relaxxxxxx." I droned, then shoved forward one more time and my hand slipped through her rumpring up to my wrist.

She growled out loudly as her anus clamped down HARD on my wrist repeatedly. I could feel the inner conflict happening as her tunnel alternatly sought to eject the intruder, and welcome it further in. Soon her anal fluttering subsided, and likely the discomfort or pain had too. I tugged back out, gently, slowly, then popped back in. This mearely brought grunts from Sarah's other end. Soon enough I was scooping material from her rear, going deeper and deeper with each intrusion. Occasionally adding more lube to my glove before re-entering her now-accepting rear passage. She started purring again as I got past my elbow into her ass, and I couldn't help but smile.

Having removed enough of her waste, I started feeling around on the lower part of her rectum, searching first for her cervix, and then following up first one horn then the other of her Y-shaped uterus to my target - her ovaries. Her rear passage twittered and gripped my arm as I explored her insides, and she was gruting and purring as her body accepted the unusual stimulation. Moving about within her as I felt along her uterine horn and then the oviduct, I reached her right ovary and found the bump of a large follicle there. As I withdrew some and backtracked, then moved forward again up the left uterine horn to the ovary on that side, she rocked a bit against the pipes, and as I slipped my free hand down her flank to her vulva, it was twitching and clenching in a spasmodic manner. Reaching the left side ovary, I found two large follicles there. Had this been a normal heat cycle, she would have shed three eggs and potentially had triplets, but for some reason none of these follicles had ruptured and released their eggs, and as a result her heat cycle was stalled where it was, just before being ready to be mated.

I gently drew my arm out of her and her rear clenched on it as I extracted my appendage. Apparently her body wasn't ready to give up its penetration, even if it was somewhat uncomfortable. There was a little blood on the palpation sleeve up closer to my shoulder where I had been in her the deepest, but that was somewhat understandable, and somewhat expected since she had to stretch to accommodate my arm. Had she been completely knocked out like most zoos would have done, she would have been much more relaxed and likely wouldn't have left reminders of her stretching on the glove.

Either way, when my hand popped out of her pucker, she tried to look back to me but was impeded by the squeeze chute. Her rear was flexing and squeezing as her anus tried to close itself, even though it was stretched wide and showed the pinkness of the interior. Working quickly, I grabbed another palpation sleeve and rolled it up some. I then squeezed some conductive gel into the tip of the glove and stuffed the ultrasound transducer probe into the gel puddle. Twisting the sleeve a couple times, sealing the gel in, I unrolled it down the cord and slipped the object into Sarah's still-loose pucker. Her rear twitched and again I lubed the knuckles of my gloved hand and followed the probe into her. Hitting the record button on the ultrasound machine, I worked my way back deeper into her, then using the typical side-to-side movements in a very slow manner, I scanned first her right, then left ovary, spending more time on the left to make sure it really was two follicles rather than a follicle and some sort of nodule indicating something more ominous.

Though I'm not a veterinarian, I learned to read ultrasound scans fairly easily. Once in awhile I had difficulty with it and would then ask Jim Bridger to double-check what I had thought I'd seen - whether by showing him the recorded ultrasound scan, or with him operating the device himself. I'd show him this recording but likely he'd concur with what I thought was going on - indeed, Sarah apparently had a persistent follicle (still called that even though it was three follicles waiting to ovulate), and would remain at her stage of proestrus if something wasn't done to change that. Our options were as follows: 1) someone - either Jim or I - to go in and gently squeeze the ovary to rupture one or more of the follicles allowing her to ovulate and thus progress into full estrus, 2) Sarah could be given an injection of leuteinizing hormone (LH), using her body's own mechanisms to try to cajole her ovaries to release their eggs, or 3) to do nothing at all and allow her to remain in a state of proestrus indefinitely, and perhaps allowing her body to resolve this issue in its own good time.

Given that Sarah wasn't intended to be used for breeding, that Honey was much younger and was already carrying a litter of cubs sired by Big John, and given Sarah's age, I was leaning mostly towards doing nothing, at least at this point, given she'd been like this for at least four months and hadn't shown any undesired behaviors. Well, except wanting sex more.

Extracting my arm and the probe from her rear one last time brought about a rocking of her rump, pushing back against the pipes, apparently trying to get the full feeling inside her to return. I complied a little by gently stroking in and out of her stretched rear, cupping her vulva with my free hand and massaging the puffy folds. This brought a louder purring and undulations of her insides. I stuffed two fingers up inside her vulva and angled my thumb to nestle inside her labia against her clitoris as I thrust my arm a little faster within her rectum.

This brought about immediate results as the purring grew louder, she started shifting her weight from side to side and trying to rock her hips downwards to receive more stimulation. I pushed my thumb hard against her clit and wiggled my fingers inside her femaleness while thrusting inwards firmly within her rectum and flaring my hand out as much as I could. She shuddered, squeaked in an odd vocalization, and clamped down tightly on any part of me inside her as apparently she experienced a rather unusual, and for all appearances a rather cataclysmic orgasm. Her breathing was erratic, gasping for breath and then holding it as her inner muscles milked at both my arm and fingers.

I couldn't help but smile as her body went through internal and external gyrations as the rare sensations washed through her mind. I kept up my stimulations, letting things relax some after a bit and then, after she was clearly through, I withdrew my arm from her rear. I could feel an "aftershock" twitching and shuddering with my fingers spreading her vagina, but she gave no objection and her tailhole flexed as it tried to draw itself back closed. The edges a little redded and puffier from my manipulations but I figured she'd have no problems with it.

I shucked off my glove and extracted the ultrasound transducer from the other one, inverting them to prevent getting mess anywhere and tossed them towards the small pile of material I extracted from inside her rear at the start of the proceedings. Turning off the ultrasound machine, I pushed the cart out of the way and pulled the lever releasing the gate ahead of her, thus allowing her to come back into the larger part of the exam area, or head back to the pen if she so chose.

Sarah wobbily ambled into the exam area and flumped down, apparently exhausted or in the ursine version of the orgasmic abyss that sucks one's mind down and saps all of one's strength. I knelt down and pet her head and shoulders lovingly. "That was wonderful, Sarah. Thank you for letting me check you like that." I leaned down and kissed the bridge of her nose. She lifted her head and weakly gave me a friendly lick before laying it back down atop her paws. Her breathing was rapid but regular, and I figured she'd be alright.

I pushed the cart through the gate and into the aisle and packed up the rest of the gear. I looked back at Sarah. Part of me wanted to just lay there with her and do more intimate things with her, as she'd been my lover before and always made me smile, but another part of me knew I had duties to attend to in the rest of the park and that Cleo might be affronted if I came home with my maleness smelling like another animal. I know that may sound silly, knowing how most animals readily share partners, but I thought it all the same. Cleo was something - someone - special to me, and I didn't want to mess any of that up. Sarah was special to me, too, but in a different way and also seemingly from a slightly different time in my life.

I drew my old watch from its small pocket in my jeans and checked the time. Well, I could spend a half hour with her without any issue, so that's what I chose to do. Wheeling the cart back to the tunnel door, I opened the storage closet door and got out the exercise pad, a horse blanket and a pillow. Carrying the unwieldly bundle, I waddled back to where Sarah was, then flumped it all down on the floor near where she was laying. First I unfolded the mat as close to Sarah as possible, then unfolded the horse blanket and plopped the pillow down where I felt it should be.

"Sarah? Can you roll over?" I asked.

Wearily, she complied until she was now on the softer mat, and on her side. I draped the blanket first over her and then laid down on the mat as well. I gently pushed her lower foreleg towards her so it'd fold up and then I laid down as well. My lower leg was bent to follow the form of her lower hindleg, and my upper leg rested between her hindlegs. I laid on the pillow and that put us about nose to nose with each other, her breath washing over my face each time she'd exhale. I reached up and rubbed her upper ear and she tiredly licked my face in response. I couldn't help but chuckle and then sigh. "I love you, Sarah. Always will. You're still as much a sweetie as the day I met you as a curious little cub that got into everything she wasn't supposed to."

Sarah made no comment apart from sighing happily and then I closed my eyes, just as Sarah had, and we drifted off to nap together.