{"sf1_id":727950,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Where the Wild Things Are.","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2453,"posted_at":"2014-07-08T18:20:00.000Z","tags":["Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Cat","Cougar","Feline","Human","IRL","M/F","Puma","Vaginal","drugged","mountain lion"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/727950-where-the-wild-things-are","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/727950","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=727950\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of A Real Animal Lover\n\nA requested twist on a few earlier stories I wrote. Names have been withheld to maintain anonymity.","content":"                Here's\na joke that maybe you've never heard before.                A group of doctors is sitting in a bar\ndrinking. After getting lubed up, one of them, Bob, admits to the following.                \"Guess what guys. Today I had\nsex with one of my patients.\"                Another looked up and smiled drunkenly.\n\"Yeah, I think we've all done that once or twice in our careers.\"                The doctor on the end slammed\nhis drink down on the bar. \"Yeah, that may be so, but none of us are\nveterinarians like Bob is!\"                You\nknow, the first time I heard it I about choked. It was long after this story\nhappened but the memory was still fresh in my mind.  I've never told anyone about this. The\nrepercussions would have been too severe. But now, as time has faded the memory\na little, I figured I'd put it down on paper so that I didn't forget all the\ndetails.                I was\njust out of veterinary school. That was a long time ago, back in the seventies.\nBack then I was young and stupid, not brain stupid, just life stupid. I was\nlooking for a job when an offer came my way. It sounded pretty good for a young\nbuck like me. If I accepted it, I would be in charge of a small private zoo in...\nWell, never mind where it was at.                It was\none of those zoo/safari places. You know; the ones you could drive through and\nsee most of the animals in the \"natural\" habitat. Their staff vet had suffered\na sudden stroke and was incapacitated from working another day in his life.\nThey needed someone fast, and they chose me. I was honored at first until it\ndawned on me they only chose me because I was young and would come cheap.\nStill, I could claim to my peers that I landed a job as head vet of a place,\nsomething they wouldn't get for years.                The\nplace was big, but mostly because it was open land. There were zebras and\nlions, a giraffe, and antelope in the \"safari\" part, bison and pronghorn in\nanother, and then a lot of other animals in cages. I soon found out why the other\nvet had a stroke. I was the only veterinarian here! With some seventy large mammals\nto care for, and a good one hundred and twnety smaller ones, I soon found my\nskills put to the test.                Things\nhardly went smoothly. My assistants, such as they were, consisted of two guys.\nOne was a crack rifle shot, and he was employed to fire tranq darts into animals\nneeding either care or exams. The problem was, once he made the shot, he was\nhardly helpful in loading the animals up and transporting them to the clinic.\nThe other fellow had a stutter and rarely talked. He at least had some muscles\non him. Still, when quitting time came around, both of them were out the door.                So.\nThis leads me up to my story. The place had a female mountain lion, also known\nas a puma. She was on my list of scheduled teeth cleanings. Her name was Olive\nand she was in a typical enclosure on the west side of the zoo.  She had been brought here as an orphan, and\nhad been rather standoffish and at times nasty to the zoo workers.She had gotten even touchier as of\nlate. That made what I had to do even more nerve wracking.  This may come as a surprise to you, but\ncleaning the teeth on any wild animal can generally only be accomplished with\nthem being out. So she got tranqed, loaded onto a trailer, and brought to the\noperating room.                However,\nby the time this happened, it was getting late. Needless to say, I wasn't\nwatching the clock because I was busy. So when I was done, it happened to be\nprecisely thirty three minutes past quitting time. You see, the big thing was,\nthat I didn't already mention, was that I lived on the grounds of the zoo. I\nwas always on duty. When everyone else left, I was still here.                So\nthere I was with a hundred pound puma lying on the operating table with a clean\nset of teeth and totally zonked. Her weight didn't bother me, but the fact that\nshe was limp as a cooked noodle did. Thankfully, I had a length of burlap under\nher that I could use to roll her onto the gurney. From there, it was a matter\nof trollying her to her pen and dropping the cart to ground level. A slide onto\nthe floor of her enclosure would be easy enough from there.                 Step\none went well enough. I rolled her from her stomach to her back, over onto the\ngurney.  Thankfully the wheels on the\ndamn thing would lock in place. Before rolling her out, I decided to do a quick\nmedical exam so that I would have to go through this again anytime soon. The\nsedative would last for another hour if I let it run its course. Once she got\nback to her enclosure, I would administer a reversal agent and stick around for\nanother  hour or so to make sure she\nrecovered from it.                 She was\nhealthy, with a good weight, and according to the records, she was about three\nyears old. They would have done well to get a mate for her. This was in the day\nand age when breeding programs were still in their infancy. I took her temp,\nand ran a gloved finger up her rectum just to check for polyps and such. I\ncouldn't help but notice her other equipment, so to speak. I pulled off the\nglove, dabbed some lube on my finger and pushed it into her vagina.                You\nsee, I got thinking. Here I was with all of these animals, and I was now hardly\nin the position to go out on dates with my own species. It wasn't like any girl\nwould fall for the pickup line, \"Wanna came back to my place? It's a real zoo!\"\nMy quarters were fairly Spartan and smelled a bit like, well, everything here.                I was\nsurprised by how tight she was. I mean, maybe not for a puma, but in comparison\nto a human. She weighed as much as a few of the girls who I went to school\nwith, and their holes were great, but not like this. As I stood there fingering\nthe unconscious animal, I felt my cock stir in my pants. I looked around. I\nguess maybe I was half expecting someone to suddenly be there. Hell, they were\ngone, home and having supper. It was me, and me alone.                I made\na snap decision. I dropped my pants and shorts, then removed my lab coat and\nshirt. If no one was around, I was going to be doing this without encumbrance.\nThen I thought things over for a second. You see, my quarters were attached to\nthe clinic. Not an ideal arrangement for me, but I was beginning to see it had possibilities.\nI pushed the gurney into my room, dropped it to mid level, and rolled the puma\nonto my bed. It took a few moments to get her arranged on her back again, but\nwhen I was done, she looked like she was waiting for a lover.                I had\nsome of the medical lubricant with me. There was no point in not using it. If I\ncaused any damage it would be noticed by someone, not the least being the puma.\nI greased up her hole and my cock and climbed up on the bed. I was nervous; not\nabout being discovered though. There was absolutely no one here. I was\nconcerned because I was doing this with fewer qualms than I should have. My\nmain concern was her. I knew that if I didn't fit I would have to stop and take\nher back to her enclosure.                As it\nturned out, I did fit. I positioned her rear legs as to remove the danger of me\ngetting scratched with her claws. While she might be out, there was no\nguarantee that I still couldn't get a nasty cut from them, retractable though\nthey may be. I wasn't interested in having to play doctor to myself. Her tail\nwas draped to one side. That left her tan furry lips perfectly exposed.                I\nworked the head of my cock I, watching her lips stretching ever wider as I\npushed in. It was so damn tight I nearly blew right then and there. As it was,\nI watched inch after inch slide in. Now, I'm going to be truthful and mention\nthat I'm just an average guy. Still, watching about seven inches of your cock\nplow into a big, wild cat is something you'll never forget.                 Feline\nanatomy was something I studied in vet school, because most of us were going\ninto private practice. A few like me had aspirations of being something a bit\nmore exotic. Still, a cat penis was a cat penis and they were all rather wicked\nthings. I couldn't help but wonder if this ole girl was feeling anything right\nnow. If she was, I'll just bet it was better than having the equivalent of a porcupine\nshoved up there.                I lay\nthere for a moment, savoring the feel of her. Cats have a higher body temp than\nhumans, so believe me when I tell you she was hot. There wasn't a lot of\nanything else though. The tranq was doing its job and she was just laying\nthere, unmoving. I shifted my weight and went to it. The first few thrusts were\nmade haltingly, as each inward push pulled some of her outside apparatus\ninside. But, as the hole loosened a little, my movements became smoother, and\nher parts remained where they should have been.                 I soon\nbecame absorbed in what I was doing. Screwing a big cat had never been on my\nlist of things to do, and now I was extending my vision to the other animals\nhere. True, this might be a onetime occurrence, but who knew what the future\nwould bring? Real lions? The donkeys in the petting zoo? There was quite the\nvariety to choose from.                I\nleaned down over her, watching her head bob and weave in time to my pelvic\nthrusts. Her tongue was hanging to one side, and I occasionally checked to make\nsure she was still breathing. I figured with this much stimulation, that\nwouldn't be a problem, but she was still my patient and I her doctor.                 Like I\nsaid, it wasn't a problem. I screwed her for about ten minutes before I blew a\nload deep inside her. This time, however, I swore I could feel a response from\nher body. I glanced at her face and saw her tongue was now inside her mouth. I\ncould feel a slight purring from inside her chest. I pulled out and freaked\nout. She was coming around. I guess it wasn't unexpected, but that meant I had\nto get her to her cage as soon as possible. I pulled on my clothing, yanked her\nover to the gurney and flew out the door like a freight train. It was a good\nthing the cart had straps, because I might have lost her half way there. As it\nwas, I made it, fumbled the key in the door and got her safely to the ground\nwithout incident.                I\nstayed outside for an hour until she got to her feet. I hadn't even bothered\nwith the antidote for the drug she had been given. She was up, and roaming her boundaries\non wobbly paws. She would come over and stare at me for a few minutes and then walk\naround some more. I made checks on her every hour, and eventually we both went\nto sleep.                I came\nby in the morning, wondering if anyone would somehow notice that I had tapped\nher hole. Hell, no one was that interested in her. She got fed and as usual,\nthey shoved her raw meat through and left. That lack of interest changed\nhowever. There were already visitors there by the time I got around to see her.\nOf course, there was a fence between her cage and the visitors to keep people\nfrom doing something stupid.                I was\nin between taking a good look at her when a little girl started to ask me\nquestions.  I felt obliged to answer\nthem. It wasn't often the crowd got a one on one with the staff, and they ate\nit up. I sort of forgot where I was at, and leaned against the cage. They were\nengrossed in what I was telling them about the species, all the while thinking\nto myself that should have showered this morning. (I woke up late. Imagine\nthat.). As it was, no one noticed the tawny\ncat sneaking up on me until it was too late. I heard a gasp, then felt a rough\ntongue on my back, where the shirt had pulled loose. I about jumped out of my\nskin. So did the crowd. I turned and there she was, sitting there, bright eyes\nand about as curious as a cat with a new toy. I cautiously put my fingers\nthrough the bars and she pushed up against them, purring insatiably. Soon I had\nhalf the park visitors over watching, as well as most of the staff.Olive had never taken to anyone.\nNow, after a teeth cleaning, she seemed to be my best buddy. I was growing ever\nmore uncomfortable with the situation. Her behavior made sense I guess, but\nonly if you knew what had happened. That was never going to come to light. How\ncould it? I would get fired and arrested and my life would be ruined. Everyone ended up blaming it on the\ndrugs and figured she'd revert to her old self. For the others, she did. But\nnot for me. Whenever she saw me, she would make a racket until I came over and\nscratched her ears. Sometimes she would roll over on her back, but I wasn't\nstupid enough to stick my hand in that far. She was still a wild animal. But it\ndid give me thoughts of trying my little escapade again, only sans drugs. I\nwould have to monitor her for estrus. If I was going to be heroic (or stupid) I\nwas at least going to be prepared. Either she'd be willing or she wouldn't, but\nI intended to stack the deck in my favor."}