{"sf1_id":768270,"sf2_id":null,"title":"My Mane Squeeze(s)","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2525,"posted_at":"2014-10-15T15:40:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Canine","Human","M/F","Maned Wolf","Vaginal","Wolf","Zoo","canid"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/768270-my-mane-squeeze-s","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/768270","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=768270\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#8 of A Real Animal Lover\n\nThis was almost finished, so I decided to shove it out into the open before I left. Enjoy, or not, as you deem fit.","content":"                My zoo displayed\na number of unusual animals over the time I was there, including a pair of\nfemale pups that we accepted as part of a breeding program. We were asked to\nwatch over and care for them until they reached adulthood, at which point they\nwould go back to their donor zoo to participate in their future propagation. I\nwas always into supporting the protection of rare species, and this request make\nme quite happy.                Initially,\nI examined the pups to determine their health standing, but their subsequent\ncare went to a couple of my flunkies. I didn't have time to personally look after\nevery single animal, and I think you know why. I was a busy guy. But as the\npups grew and became more independent, I spent a little more time with them,\ntrying to make sure they were socializing properly. I didn't want them to be tame,\nbut they did need to have a certain comfort level having humans around.                These\nladies were from South America, species wise, though they were born in a zoo here\nin the states, and  were the first I had\never seen of their kind. As pups, they were cute and fairly normal looking. But\nas they grew up rapidly over the next year, they got leggy and sleek. I'm\ntalking about the unusual Maned Wolf of course.                They\nreally weren't wolves, but they were members of the canid family. I think they\nwere more closely related to foxes, and their weight put their size in between\nfoxes and true wolves. They weren't a popular attraction at the zoo, because\nfor the most part they stayed in their den during the day, coming out primarily\nat night.                I had\nbeen asked to make notes on their behavior, and since they came out at night,\nonce a week (or maybe two if I wasn't too tired) I would spend an hour with the\ndimmed lights on, watching how they interacted. There wasn't much to say, with\njust the two of them, but I did my best to be a good observer.                As I\nwould often bring them little treats (dead mice, or little cuts of meat) they\nsoon looked forward to my coming. I even got so bold as to stay in the cage\nwith them, once I learned they had no violent tendencies. They were pretty relaxed,\nthough they seemed to grow more restive as fall approached.  By this time we had had them a year and they\nwere about as big as they were going to get. My pups were all grown up.                I\nwasn't certain that my notes were going to do anyone any good, as my\ninteraction with them hardly seemed noteworthy. \nIn fact they were supposed to be heading back to their parent zoo about\nthis time, but some sort of snafu prevented their return. So we were sort of\nstuck with them for the moment. It wasn't the worst thing I had to contend\nwith. They weren't any trouble, even if they didn't make for good viewing.                I had\ngrown rather attached to them by this time. They were pretty things, even if\nthey seemed somehow disproportionate in their looks. Their long dark legs\nseemed like stilts, but I guess they had evolved to be able to see above tall\ngrasses. It was probably hard to hunt when you were short. Whatever the reason\nfor their unique development, they were beautiful creatures and I felt bad the\nvisitors rarely got to see them.                I had\nhad fleeting thoughts about the possibility of engaging in a little amorous fun\nwith them, but since they weren't ours, I had kept myself pretty strict in what\nI did around them. I had no idea at the time that they sexually matured at year\none, and they had just had their birthdays a month or so before this particular\nnight.                What\nmade this night special was that the girls were much friendlier than they were\nprone to being. I'm not saying that they were ever mean, but they did tend to\nbe aloof unless you had a treat on your person. Of course, I did this night,\nbut even after they ate it up, they remained close. In fact the one, whom I\nnicknamed Salsa, had her butt in my face. I reached out and scratched her backside,\nright above her tail. She pressed her backside downward and wiggled in time to\nmy fingers. It was comical.                 That\nis, it was comical until I figured out what she wanted. It dawned on me that the\ngirls had only had me as their regular male attendant. The problem was that I\ndidn't know what I could do for them. They were a little small as far as\ncanines went, but not impossibly so.  And\nif they were in truly in heat, then I suppose their bodies would be a little\nmore receptive than at any other time.                 I\ntested the waters with Salsa by running my fingers to her vulva. Sure enough,\nshe was slightly enlarged and there was dampness oozing out. I slipped my\nmiddle finger between her puffy lips and watched her as she hunkered down over\nmy finger.                It was\na little chilly for this sort of thing, and while the zoo was deserted, I still\nfelt that if I could coax her to the den, we'd be better off. I slipped my\nfinger out, getting a reproachful looked from her. Her sister, Mango (my\nnickname...sorry) came over and sniffed my finger before sniffing her sister. I\nthink she got the idea what was going on. They both followed me to the den,\nwhich in reality was a shelter we had built for them. It was my design, and\nthough a bit lame now that I think back on it, it was far better than the\ntypical privacy spot, which in this day and age was pretty much non-existent. Animals\nwere meant to be only display for the public. That's how they made money.                It was\nhowever cramped in regards to height.  It\ntook me a moment to get my pants off. Thankfully it wasn't that cold outside,\njust chilly. I kicked off my shoes, leaving my socks on, and pulled off my\npants and underwear. Both of them looked at me like I was crazy or something,\nbut then I didn't figure that there was any way of explaining human foibles to\nthem. They would get what they wanted soon enough.                Salsa\nwaited patiently, while her sister ran in and out of the den with nervous\nenergy. I got up on my knees, crouching low to avoid banging my head on the\nceiling. Trust me; if I had known I was going to be doing something like this\neven once, I would have made it higher. But she was cooperative, and while it\ntook me a moment or two to get into a position I could hold for any length of\ntime, she stood there and waited.                My\nfinger told me she was going to be a tight fit. But then again, canines had\nknots, so if she could tolerate one of those, I was pretty sure she could take\nme. I spit on my palm and rubbed it over the end of my cock before pressing it\nagainst her hole. Her tail went up and her long legs stiffened as I pressed\nagainst it. It took several feverish moments before even the head of it made it\ninside. She was all squirmy by this time, thinking perhaps that I was just\ntoying with her. There was no point in trying to explain to her the difference\nin my anatomy compared to her future potential mate.                Once my\nhead was in, the rest followed, but only very slowly. She was tightening up as\nI pushed, and this incredibly sensuous feeling was also slowing down my\nprogress. But, after much persistence, I finally had my belly pressed up tight\nagainst her backside. She was pressing down hard; like she needed to. There\nhardly room for me as it was, much less her needing to make it even more\ncramped and cozy.                This\nwould have been easier if my back wasn't bent over like the Hunchback of Notre\nDame, but I made do.  I dug my fingers\ninto her soft red fur and held her still while I tried moving. Sadly; or not;\nat first her whole body moved when I did. She was that snug. But as time went\non, and her lubrication increased, I was able to start sliding inside, and\nafter probably ten minutes, I was able to go a full five or six inches with\neach measured thrust.                That\nmade this a whole lot more fun.                Salsa\nwas obviously enjoying it too, from the way she was holding stock still. But\nthen, I knew it was a hormonal thing. Unlike my little bonobo girl I told you\nabout, most animals were only receptive during their estrus.  So I figured I had maybe a week before they\nwere out of it again. Chances were good this would be my only opportunity of\ndoing this with them.                I\nplayed the pile driver on her backside for maybe another twenty minutes. I\nthink I would have blown sooner, but the cramped space of the den was giving me\nfits. Of course, by now, I was working up a sweat. I shifted my hold on her to\nher hips and let loose.                I could\nfeel the ridge of bone on the underside of her vagina rubbing my cock most\nwonderfully. By the time I came, I was very nearly raping the poor thing, but\nshe seemed to accept it as part of the ritual. That ridge, on each outward\npull, was milking my cock of everything it had. I kept going, filling her up\nwith everything my balls had to give. And when I was done, I just held on to\nher, savoring the feel of her warm body.                 When I\ndid pull out finally she whipped around and chased her tail for a moment before\nsettling down to lick her crotch. Hormones or not, I had probably stretched the\npoor girl out more than nature had intended. I almost felt bad, but a quick\ninspection on my part showed that she had suffered no tears or rips. She was\njust feeling the burn at that moment. Things would eventually settle down.                I lay\nback on the floor of the den and sucked in some air, at the same time\nstretching my back. It was amazing both how kinked it had gotten, and that I\nhad been able to ignore the ache during my tryst with her. Now it was time to\nloosen it up, otherwise I was going to be sorry.                As I\nwas laying there, Mango came over and sniffed my cock, and then began to\nhappily lick it clean. I was so sensitive I nearly stopped her, but I tuned her\nout a little and was able to bear it. I know that sounds weird, but that's the\ntruth.                My cock\ndidn't get the message about ignoring her, however, and in no time I was plenty\nhard again. My back was still tight, but I figured I could sneak some pills\nfrom the medicine cabinet and sleep it off.                I\ngrabbed her tail and gave it a little yank. \"So you want your turn do ya?\" She\nmade a little yawn and lifted her tail once I let go. This time, however, it\nwasn't so easy. She seemed to be on the same estrus cycle as her sister, but\nher structure was smaller. The point is I could fit inside her.                There\nwas no way I was going to damage her. That was against what I did as a\nveterinarian. But she seemed to be pretty desperate for some action. Remember\nthe size of their stools, I wondered if her hormonal rage would allow her to\ntolerate a different sort of entry.                I\ntested the waters by spitting on my thumb and pressing it into her anus. She\nmoved forward a bit, but then pressed back against the intrusion. I guess that\nwas my answer. I worked my thumb around gently for a few minutes to loosen her\nup, and then pulled it back out; noting thankfully that my thumb came out\nclean.                I spit\na huge wad of saliva on my cock and pressed it against her hole. This time she\ndid let out a yip of sorts, and I guess I don't blame her. I watched as my cock\nstretched her ass wide. I doubt she would ever have trouble taking a dump after\nI was done with her.                Unlike\nher sister's normal hole, Mango's ass took me in rather quickly. Of course, I\nwas able to penetrate her all the way, and I was soon crammed up against her\ntail. I got a hold f her hips and went to work.                Her\nback feet where digging into the floor, so I decided to make sure I wasn't\nactually hurting her. I let go of her, leaving her free to pull away. She stayed.\nI guess it was just sensation overload. So I resumed my grip and went back to\nwork.                    She had\nto tolerate me working over her back door for a while longer than her sister\nhad had to. It couldn't be helped. My second time around was always longer. In\nfact, I finally had to change positions, and while she balked at first, I was\nfinally able to get her on back, on the floor, and this made it a lot easier\nfor me. She didn't seem to know what to do in this position, but as I was still\nworking away, she didn't make a fuss. Her back feet would kick about idly and\nspasmodically, but I suffered no more than a few scratches.                I\napplied my thumb to her cunt and slipped it in. That got her attention! I could\nfeel my cock in her ass as I massaged her insides as deeply as I could. When I\nfinally felt the rise in my balls again, I pulled my thumb out and leaned all\nthe way over her as I repeatedly penetrated her tail hole. When I finally\nspilled forth inside her, she was panting heavily and shaking like a leaf. I\nnearly fell on top of her, but I caught myself on my hands                My face\ncame close to hers, and she slurped a bit wet one on me. \"Thanks Mango. I liked\nit too.\"                We had\na few more days, or rather nights of this, but they came out of heat within a\nweek, as I had predicted. I never got a chance to play with them again, and a\nfew months later that were transferred back to their breeding program. No one\nat the other zoo was any the wiser that the girls had already been broken in. I\nonly hoped that their new mates would meet the high standards I had set for\nthem."}