{"sf1_id":772125,"sf2_id":null,"title":"My Little Dolly Llama","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2210,"posted_at":"2014-10-23T14:31:00.000Z","tags":["Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Human","Llama","M/F","Vaginal","Zoo","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/772125-my-little-dolly-llama","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/772125","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=772125\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#9 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"                Hello\nagain. Allow me to resume my stories about my days at my first zoo.  I had an opportunity to check out a lot of\ndifferent animals while I was there, from the most wild to the tamest. The kid's\npetting zoo, as I have mentioned, had a number of domestic animals available,\nand one in particular proved to be a mildly difficult client to delve into. It\nwasn't that she wasn't willing, for once I worked out the kinks, she was very\nmuch willing. It was just a matter of her nature.\n                We got\nher as a half grown cria. She was adorable, and I fell in love with her as much\nas the rest of the staff did, because simply put, she was adorable. She was\nfully grown at the end of twelve months, and she was a friendly, if sassy\naddition to the zoo. She would walk around like a little queen, looking for\nhandouts and the occasional scratch behind the ears.\n                My\ninterest in her manifested early, but since I had plenty to occupy my time\n(read the aforementioned stories) I waited until she was mature. I did a little\nreading up on the species and knew I was going to run into a serious\ncompatibility problem.\n                All camelid\nspecies had sex in the kush position, meaning the female folded up her legs and\nwaited the event out while comfortably sitting on the ground.  That went for camels, llamas, alpacas and\nguanacos.  So, on the pretense of needing\nit for doing her medical exams, I had a lightweight aluminum frame/box made\nthat would force her to stay on her feet. It was a handy device, able to be\nbroken down and stored when not in use. The zoo manager didn't complain about\nthe cost when I mentioned it would work for other species as well, such as our\ndeer, elk and goats.\n                I took\nplenty of time allowing her to get used to me, and like any other animal, food\nwas a wonderful incentive for getting them to like you. We named her Hermosa;\nSpanish for beautiful. She was a lovely thing, with her long neck, eyelashes\nand curly coat. She was good natured, as shown by her tolerance of little children\nwho spent their visits to the zoo trying to get a ride on her back. I intended to\ntry this as well, only in a much more satisfying way.\n                Llamas\ndidn't come into heat, or estrus, like a lot of other animals did. They tended\nto be stimulated into the release of an egg cell by the actual act of sex. That\nmeant that I would just sort of have to find her in the mood for company. That\nmade finding her receptive a hit or miss situation. I missed a lot. But not\nalways.\n                How it\nhappened the first time was rather strange when I look back on it. I had\nassembled the framework inside the main barn holding the farm type animals in\npreparation for examining the various animals the next day.  The barn was spacious, and it housed the few\npigs; the goats and sheep, and of course Hermosa. We did have deer that came in\nduring really bad weather, but for the most part they remained out of doors.\nAnyway, the next day was going to be a health inspection day.\n                I set\nthe frame up myself the night before, and while preparing it had her coming\nover to see what I was doing. She was incurably nosy and was constantly\nchecking out anything that was happening around her. We accused her of wanting\nto constantly hog the spotlight, and she had to be part of anything that was\ndifferent or out of her normal routine. Trust me, she loved having her\nphotograph taken, being quite the poser. There were worse things she could do,\ntrust me.\n                I kept\npushing her away as I worked until I realized she wasn't going to be leaving me\nalone. So I upped the ante and swatted her butt, which had no effect at all. That\ngave me an idea. I finished building the frame and lured her inside it, where I\nclosed it up and locked the bar in place. She now just had standing room only.\nShe didn't panic, but she did seem a little put off by it.\n                I ran\nmy hand under her tail and worked open her cunt. Unlike the rest of her that\nwas covered in thick dense fleece, the area under her tail was bare and\npink.  She was a little dirty, as was normal\nfor animal like this, so I wasn't alarmed by it. I went over to the sink and\ngrabbed a towel, soaking it with warm water. I came back and washed her up. She\ntolerated it to the point of seeming to get some pleasure out of it.\n                I drew\nin a breath and made my decision. It was going have to be now or maybe never at\nall.  I got undressed, pulling my boots\nback on when I was done. The floor in here needed to be cleaned and I wasn't\nmuch up for squishy stuff between my toes.\n                Height-wise\nwe were nearly perfect.  The only thing\nwrong was that she had a little wiggle room inside the framework. I fixed that\nby climbing in with her. My butt was against the cold metal while my front was\nsnuggled up close to that heat radiating rear-end of hers. She was stamping her\nfeet restlessly, so I spit a bit into my hand and lubed up the end of my cock.\nI would have brought the regular stuff from the clinic had I known this was\ngoing to happen.\n                I used\ntwo fingers to spread her lips open and drove the head of my cock in the resulting\ngap. It was a tight squeeze at first, but I pressed into her and the rest of it\nslid in without trouble. She was pretty tight for an animal her size, even more\nso when you considered the size of their babies, or cria as they call them in\nSpanish. She was a hell of a lot tighter than Olive, but maybe just a little\nless enthusiastic.\n                Once I\nwas plugged into her rear, she tried several times to drop to the floor. She\nwasn't being perverse; she was just going with her instinct. If she had managed\nto get down on her knees this would have been nearly impossible for me, hence\nthe need for the framework.\n                After a\nwhile she begrudgingly gave up trying to drop to the floor. I had a hold of her\nhaunches with her tail plastered against my belly and chest. I was glad I gave\nher a wash up first. She was a little damp from it, but I had a feeling that by\nthe time I was done we'd be a bit damper still. I was hoping for a long night.\n                You may\nor may not know that llama's are unusual in several aspects when it comes to\nbreeding. I mentioned the kush position already. But the fact was, two mating\nllamas may go at it for nearly an hour, an almost unheard of thing in the\nanimal kingdom. Why you ask? Because of predators. It's not advisable to be\nhumping your mate for too long, for then you tune out your environment, which\nnormally has one or two larger predators lurking around. But llamas, once they\ngot going, didn't stop until they were good and ready.\n                I\ncertainly was good and ready to get this party started. And I had a good half\nhour in me if not more, because I had been draining the tank often now, with\nall of the friendly animals at my disposal. I adjusted my stance and went to\nwork. That slick, warm, tight, seemingly-endless hole was wonderful. I could\nfeel her tunnel walls grasping at me with each pass, and I could see where a\nmale might stick around longer than a few measly minutes.\n                To be\nhonest, at this stage I had no idea what a male's organ looked like, but I knew\nas a matter of anatomy it had to be long. Like with Olive, I found myself\nwishing for a little more length. The diameter was perfect however, and I had\nno complaints there.\n                I\nslammed away on her cunt for five, then ten, and finally fifteen minutes. I was\nbeginning to see why they might choose to do this on ground level. I had already\nhad a long day and my legs were wearing out. But mornings where out of the\nquestion, so this was my only time where I could do things unobserved.  I stiffened both my spine and my resolve and\ncarried on.\n                She was\nmaking those little noises only llamas can make, and unless you've heard them,\nthere is no way I can explain it to you. But it was pretty cool. It meant to me\nthat she was into this one hundred per cent, and that made me happy and therefore\nmy effort worthwhile. I picked up the pace a little, seeing if I could get her\nto react a little more. I don't think that I did, for she remained fairly\nmotionless, but it got me going. I guess there was no point in expecting her to\ngo beyond her limited boundaries.  A\nscreaming llama orgasm in the wild would probably bring down every jaguar for\nten miles around.\n                At the\ntwenty minute mark my hands started to cramp from the hold I had on her fleece,\nand my legs were getting wobbly. But I persevered.  Leaning back against the frame, which sadly\nwas not bolted to the floor, I pulled her backwards and renewed my efforts.  My hips were working overtime as I slammed\ninto the solidly built, yet delicately shaped backside. I tuned out the aches\nand pains and focused on the pleasure. It was a fairly easy thing to do as long\nas I concentrated on my cock. That meant ignoring the creaking frame as it\nscraped along the floor.\n                It was beginning\nto feel to me that the longer I went,  the more like her vagina was acting as a\nslippery sleeve, for as I pulled back, it seemed that her walls moved a little\nwith me. Whatever the case, I was enjoying it immensely and wishing I had the\nstrength to go on for an hour longer. I got ten more minutes.\n                The\nframe work began to rattle more loudly as I drove it inside her like a maniac.\nI could feel little bits of fluff pulling loose from under my fingers as I\nfucked her hard and fast.  She pushed\nback into me as my thrusts grew more rapid. Then she constricted around me,\nrestricting her circumference and making her tighter still. That was enough for\nme. I cut loose as my balls spilled forth like a geyser.\n                By the\ntime it was done. I was only managing to stay on my feet by my anchorage in her\nfur. Well, I was up against the framework too, and that helped. I stayed where\nI was for another good ten minutes, waiting for the strength to flow back into\nmy legs. In the meantime, I could feel her quivering around my cock. I was\ncertain that if I had the energy, I could go again. But unless she was willing\nto came back with me and lay down on the bed, we where both out of luck. \n                I\ndidn't even get dressed when I left. I gather my clothing and stomped back to\nthe clinic pretty much au natural. I got the boots and socks off, took a shower\nand went to bed. I slept well, and thankfully, when the alarm when off early in\nthe morning, I remembered to go back and make sure there was no evidence of my\npresence there the night before. All there was, outside of the towel, was the\nframework, and since it was supposed to be there, I was safe. Hermosa was in\nher stall, on her own accord, and she came out to greet me. \n                I gave\nher some simple loving; a little scratch here and there and a pat on the head.\nI told her what a good girl she was. She nibbled at my hair as if to say\nthanks. I did notice that there was a trail of dried cum from her cunt traveling\ndown her belly, so I scrubbed it away before anyone would have a chance to\nnotice. She seemed to enjoy my presence there, and despite my cock rising at\nthe thought of another round, I fought it down and returned to the clinic. My\nassistants would be coming along soon enough, and I had another big day ahead\nof me. But there was always tonight, if she was willing. I knew I was ready to hit\nthe dance floor again. And like the night before, I wouldn't even need music to\ndo the llama llama. "}