{"sf1_id":763487,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Hanging Out with a Kissing Cousin","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2387,"posted_at":"2014-10-02T02:37:00.000Z","tags":["Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Bonobo","Human","M/F","Vaginal","Zoo","ape","chimpanzee","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/763487-hanging-out-with-a-kissing-cousin","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/763487","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=763487\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#7 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"           So what do you think the smallest\nanimal is that a human can screw? Well, I guess that depends on the size of\nyour cock. For some lucky gents out there, it might be a horse. For others a\ngoat or a dog. So the question is moot, isn't it? A more important question is\nwhat is the smallest thing I managed to stick my dick into.\nThat would be Koroba. And she\nbecame quite my friend. For some of your out there, this story may be less\ninteresting than my others, but in the end, it hardly matters. I'm telling what\nwas. If you dislike it or disapprove, it's not really my problem.\nWe got Koroba from another zoo. It\nseems that they in turn got her from yet another zoo, and no one was smart\nenough to figure out why she wasn't fitting in with members of her own kind.\nShe was young, but that shouldn't have been a problem. No matter what they did,\nthe other animals attacked her and drove her away.\nThis is where we came in. We had\nnone of her type. And we had a space for her to stay. When I got her she was\nterrified and recovering from injuries. Chimpanzees were not nice apes.\nShe might have looked like a chimp,\nbut bonobos were different in so many ways. For one, they weren't violent.\nSecondly, they were very social animals. So being alone and afraid had done a\nnumber on her. But I am getting ahead of myself. At the time, I thought she was\nsimply another chimpanzee.\nI had a cage in my veterinary station\nwhere she initially went. She was traumatized from the transfer from zoo to\nzoo, as well as the injuries she had received during those visits. I knew\nbetter than to push her. She wasn't likely to be dangerous, but she had to get\nused to me. I had to earn her trust. \nThe first couple of days involved\nfrequent feedings laced with a sedative. It was both to calm her and to keep\nher from picking at her injuries. This went on for a week or more. Each day I'd\nstick my hand in, not really touching her, but cleaning and rearranging the\ncontents of her cage. After  time, she\nshowed some interest in what I was doing,.\nIt culminated one morning when she\nreached out and touched my hand. I looked up and smiled at her. Her hand rested\non mine for a moment before being pulled away. I went one step further and\ntouched her shoulder. She cringed for a moment, and then relaxed when nothing\nhappened. I kept my smile huge. She hooted and made a smile back, sort of a\n\"yeah, I suppose so\" sort of gesture. \nAfter that, she seemed to come out\nof her shell. Of course, at this stage, I didn't know she wasn't a regular\nchimpanzee. It wasn't like there was a lot of information on the varying\nspecies at this time. So for all I knew, she wasn't all that special. \nI'm not being rude, leastwise not\non purpose. Chimps were used in labs, and in carnivals and sideshows. So to me,\nshe was just one more ape. I guess I should have figured something was askew,\nbut as I had no other s to compare her to, I went on my assumptions and\ninstincts. And my instinct said she was just another primate. They might be genetically related, but you had to be\ncareful around them.\nOver the next few days, she went\nfrom being a recluse to riding on my side. Bandage changes grew easier, and\neventually, were no longer needed. She had some marks and scars that might\nnever fade, but they were healed up and that was fine by me.\nShe was a fast learner, and we even\ngot to the point where we sat down and ate together. I knew she needed\nsocialization, and without any of her kind that accepted her, she was stuck\nwith me. She seemed to be delighted in our interactions, but I must say, I got\nsick of eating fruit exclusively in a short span of time. I would never go vegetarian\nby choice.\nI did notice rather quickly that if\nI had something she thought she wanted, she would display her genitals to me. I\nthought that maybe it was a quirk. Since she got whatever it was she wanted,\nnothing more ever came of it. But it did get me thinking.\nShe wasn't very old, maybe half\ngrown, and part of that was from her not eating well in her previous habitats.\nDespite her size, her genitalia were pronounced and very pink, which didn't\nseem normal. Of course, the only books I had listed the traits of regular\nchimps. I wondered if she had some sort of hormone imbalance. \nThe real clincher came the day I\ndecided she needed to get washed up. Apes weren't found of water, hence the\nreason a lot of zoos had moats. Braving the storm, I carried her, draped over\none shoulder and my side, into the bathroom. I turned on the water and allowed\nit to adjust. \"Ok girl, time to get you cleaned up!\"\nAs the water hit her she stiffened.\nHer eyes got wide and her grip grew painful. But as the minutes passed, she\nrelaxed. I got a good blob of shampoo from the bottle and since she was hanging\nonto me, I used both hands to get her scrubbed clean. I watched as the dirt and\nbits of old dried blood fell to the shower stall floor and washed down the\ndrain.  I was careful not to get the soap\nin her eyes or anywhere remotely sensitive, simply washing those parts with\nplan water and a washrag.\nAs I washed her backside, she\nstiffened up, gripping my side with her toes. Her lips pursed and she let out a\nhoot. I carefully washed her area, and the longer I lingered over the job, the\nmore into she got into it. I'll tell you right now I had no intentions of doing\nanything with her prior to stepping into the shower, but now I was getting a\nhard on. \nDropping the rag to the floor, I\nmoved her around my body until she was hanging directly on my front. She felt\nmy cock, and while I can't say she knew what it was, instinctively she rubbed\nherself across the tip. She loosened her grip around my neck and lowered\nherself over it until her pink puffy vulva was engulfing it. Her face was\novercome with an expression of pure bliss.\nLet me tell you, I wish I knew then\nwhat I know now about bonobos. But the fact was, we were both quick learners. I\nknow some of you are probably thinking that she probably looked like some ugly\nhuman. You can think that if you like. I was looking at her as a cousin\nspecies, and it wasn't all that bad. \nI assumed this was her first time,\nand she was into it like any hormone laden female. She let gravity drive her\nbody down over mine.  Even then, she\ngripped my sides with her feet, pinching my skin again my ribs. Thankfully, her\nfingers were interlaced with each other, sparing my neck a massive bruise.\nYou know how chimps get when they're\nexcited? Oh you know; that frantic bobbing up and down. Well, try having one\ndoing that on your cock. She was like a little kid; in her enthusiasm as well\nas her size. Sure she was hairy. So was every other animal I had screwed here,\nsave the seal and the ostrich.  And feathers\nwere close. \nShe got so vigorous I had to press\nmy hands against the sides of the shower to keep from tipping over. It was the\nhappiest I had seen her to date, and I wasn't upset by her display of joy and\nthat's a fact. I was on the receiving end of it. Her hips were working away at\nblinding speed, and I winced internally think how hard that intrusion of mine\nmust be stretching her out. \nShe was one tight little lady and I\nmean that sincerely. She wasn't full sized yet , and I doubted that a male\nchimp had as much between his legs as I did. I knew that gorillas certainly\ndidn't come equipped to match their size. Humans had bragging rights when it\ncame to that.\nAs it was, she was filling up\nentirely without taking in all I had to offer. In other words, I was bottoming\nout inside her cozy pink tunnel. That was something I definitely couldn't do in\ntoo many other animals here; not and have them live to see another day. I'd\nprobably tear them wide open. But this little girl was all about the contact,\ninside and out. And she was making sure I knew it.\nAt this time, I knew nothing about\nbonobos and their sexual activities, so I was bemused by her vigor and passion.\nIt was also one of the few times my animal partner was as active, if not more\nso, than me. My asinine friend was quite the horny girl, but this chimp was\nthree time that, easily. And even better, she was presently living with me in\nmy quarters, such as they were.\nWe were done when I finally had\nenough of this treatment and blew my wad. I can't say how long we were at it,\nbut not more than fifteen or twenty minutes. That was about when the hot water\ngave out. I erupted inside her, which seemed to go unnoticed, as she continued\nto work away on my cock. I lost rigidity, causing us to come apart. But she\nstill continued to rub herself tightly against me.\nI grabbed a towel and coaxed her\nonto a side table, where I scrubbed her as dry as I could. I also mopped up her\ncrotch, were my cum was leaking out. It just got her going some more. She was\none wound-up, tight little lady!\nI used a second towel to dry my\nhair, even though I figured it was pointless. It was just habit. She hooted and\npursed her lips as I dried myself off. It was obvious that she liked the close\ncontact. And it was very, very close contact. Intimate. I was left wondering\nwhat that was going to mean for my future. She was supposed to be moved to a\nseparate viewing pen. Something told me she wasn't going to be amenable to that\nsituation. And neither was I.\nShe was going to be staying with\nme.\nThat night we slept together, and\nit was a sweet and endearing sight watching her gather pillows and towels to\nmake a nest. She was still a bit damp, but it wasn't much of a problem for me.\nShe curled up and closed her eyes, letting out a low quiet hoot. She was\ndefinitely feeling content.\nIn the morning she was up before I\nwas, but she didn't go far. She was looking to me for everything she needed,\nand that included taking her outside. It was the crack of dawn, so I put on some\nboxers and took her out to urinate. She happily ran around her official pen,\nswinging from the bars. Maybe she wasn't going to be completely put off by her\nown quarters. That was a good thing.\nWe headed back then and I got out\nsome more fruit. It was cute how she shared her food with me, and I was\nexpected to do the same, even if we were eating the same things. And when I\nwasn't paying close enough attention to her, she moved over and sat on my lap.\nIt didn't take long, with all of her wiggling, for my cock to harden up. \nThere was no fighting it, so I\nloosened up my fly and allowed her to sit. She was wet and slippery, and went\ndown over it like it was nothing. She turned her head and stretched her arm\nback and gave me a kiss. Then she went back to eating. It was totally and\ncompletely surreal. \nNeedless to say I got fucked by a\nchimp at the breakfast table. She was a little more subtle about it than I\nexpected. Instead of thrusting her hips, she just used her internal muscles to\nsqueeze me as she finished her food. I can't say that I ever considered the\nconcept of eating and having sex at the same time. It was certain a time saver.\nBy the time she had worked me up to blowing my wad, I had just enough time to\nwash up, get dressed and head out for my duties.\nOn a whim I took her with me. My\none boss was rather alarmed by the presence of a \"loose\" wild animal, but as\nshe clung to me with an unbreakable grip, I was left to my own devices. The\nvisitors loved her, but I did caution them to keep their distance. In the end,\nI took her to her pen and allowed her to acclimate to it. I came back after an\nhour and allowed her to resume her ride on my side. She seemed none the worse\nfor the experience.\nShe hung out with me the rest of\nthe day, hanging off of my side. She was a little much to haul around, and I figured\nit was going to take some time before my muscles and back got used to it.\nEventually she consented to walking beside me, holding my hand. That made life\na little easier for me.\nThe crowds loved her, and she was often\nthe center of attention when we made our rounds in the zoo. She even helped\nwith feeding time, throwing fish to the seals and hauling in hay for the\ndomestic animals. And every night she kept me up for hours until I finally got\nher tired out. I was beginning to think I was going to have to put her in her\npen just so that I could get some sleep! But then again, sleep was overrated!"}