It's Grrrrrrreat!
#11 of A Real Animal Lover
Ok, so I get more questions sometimes than I have suitable answers for. I've been asked what the most dangerous animal I ever bedded was, and I would simply say the any of the predators fit into that category. Any animal, whether it was a puma or a donkey; anything with teeth can bite you, and when you're naked, that can mean some serious damage in some very compromising places. That being said, the most dangerous of my animal lovers, leastwise as far as species go, was a female tiger. Now let me tell you right from the start that she wasn't wild, nor was she mild. She was dangerous, but not like you'd expect. And when I first laid eyes on her, she was underweight and covered in filth and sores. She was also missing her claws, and her canine teeth had been filed down. She had been in a traveling circus sideshow. It was a good thing there was an investigation going on, because I would have taken the real gun locked in my office and hunted the jerks down myself. She didn't answer to any name, and I didn't bother with one for her. It took repeated visits to the clinic, with her knocked out, before I was able to even think about checking her out in a less than professional way. While she was out , we would give her intravenous solutions containing vitamins, at the same time dosing her with antibiotics and lancing a few boils she had. She was so bad that I had considered putting her down when I first saw her. I was glad I didn't. It took a few months, but in the end she recovered what she could of her health and dignity. Her claws were gone for good, and the same went for her teeth. But she packed on the weight and her fur grew back in, leaving her a stunning example of the species. She had a mistrust of people, even of the feeders and the handlers, so she was treated just like a real wild animal. Such caution was first nature to a lot of us, but on occasion when got tagged by a tooth or a claw. It served as a reminder to keep our distance. I cheated. First off, I got to explore her tight breeding hole, because as part of my examination, there was a spot on the health sheet for just that. I just couldn't enjoy myself too much while she was out because then my assistants would freak out. But I fingered her deep and I knew I had to try to get my cock into her. It took quite a while, let me tell you. She had been treated pretty badly and was used to responding to whips and the resulting pain. I mixed in a little bit of valium with her food whenever I felt like trying to work with her. I know; it's not a nice way of dealing with the problem. But I wasn't trying it for my own pleasure. I was trying to get her to be comfortable with people. Trust me, drugs work wonders for a fast track as long as you don't end up relying on them. Over the course of a year, she grew more accepting of us, and soon formed a few solid attachments to the staff. While this was mostly the few ladies we had working, and by that I mean the ones with enough cajones to deal with her. I was, quite thankfully, one of the males she tolerated. That is a key point. Tolerated. It was looking like I might have to resort to drugging her to have my way, but that seemed so crude as to ruin the experiance. It was sort like date rape. I'm sure I would enjoy myself, but then I could hardly tell you this story without you thinking ill of me. It took a long while to build up full trust, at which point I was then in the position of being very careful not to lose it. Despite her handicaps, she was still a big girl and not someone you treated lightly. The night it happened, and I'm telling you now it only happened once, was a remarkable night and one I will always remember. It took preparation, and even then I was unclear what the outcome was going to be. You see, I knew she wouldn't be interested in me from the view point of mating, because she still saw humans in a poor light. But I asked a strange favor of a comrade of mine at another, larger zoo. They had several tigers, including two males. I asked him to see it he could get me some urine. If that sounds simple, it really wasn't. Tigers tend to mark their territory by spraying, and I was hoping that by using it to spray her enclosure, and then myself, she might see me in a different light. It was a risky endeavor, since she might react negatively to such a thing. Getting urine from a male wasn't all that simple either, but since his were up for a complete health exam and a teeth cleaning, and therefore where going to be put out, he managed to get it using a catheter. A urinalysis was part of the procedure anyway so I had my specimen. I filled up a spray bottle and stared a few days ahead of time spraying it around the edges of her enclosure. She reacted immediately, sniffing the spots with her mouth slightly open. I couldn't tell if she was upset or turned on by the smell. But there was one way to find out. I sprayed some on my clothing and got close the back gate. She came over and sniffed me up and down, licking at the gate for a better taste. She stayed at the gate as long as I did, which I took as a sign she was interested in at least the odor if not in me. But I had work to do, so I had to change clothing before anyone wondered why I smelled so strongly. I dumped the clothes into the washing machine, got on a new pair and made my rounds as normal. Every time I walked by her enclosure, she would walk the path in front and follow me until she got to the corner. It was a good sign. That night I walked around and sprayed the urine in different spots again, marking her borders as mine. She was out in a flash, sniffing and licking and watching me with an appraising eye. I almost tried it right then, but I figured maybe another day or two of teasing would really get her going. I continued to show up in the morning, and again after closing, until the old girl was positively fawning over me. I don't think she had ever had an encounter with a male of her species, but the smells were triggering something innate and instinctive within her body chemistry. By the fifth night, I was ready. I had been saving up for this, because I knew that if I lived through this encounter, I'd never ever try it again. I had plenty of less dangerous and probably more compliant females at my disposal. This one was going to be for the trophy of the story alone. I mean, who else could claim such a thing? For that matter, who in their right mind would even risk it? I stole out to her cage after dark and said a fervent prayer that she didn't go off on me. Even if I lived, there would be a lot of explaining to do to my superiors. I think I'd rather die than be forced to do that. To avoid leaving anything behind I went only in my boots, carrying the spray bottle of urine. I sprayed around the perimeter again, and then dosed myself in the stuff. I made a sign of the cross and opened the gate, securely locking it behind me. If this went wrong, it would hardly be her fault, and I didn't want her getting lose. The chances were pretty good she'd get shot as a man killer. She came right up to me and butted my hand with her massive head, literally purring. I scratched her scalp and her ears as she rubbed herself against me. She was a massive creature, and strong. She nearly knocked me over in her enthusiasm. We would probably end up on ground level eventually, but I was hoping to get her over to her elevated platform instead. Trust me, I was going to do this any way she wanted, but I was hoping for something easier for me. I worked my way over to the raised deck and sprayed more of the urine on it. She jumped up and sniffed avidly. If I could get her to settle down here, I could nail her in a standing position. It was going to be up to her though. She sniffed the area and while she was preoccupied with her olfactory senses, I moved behind her and ran my finger under her tail. She turned her head, still sniffing, but watching me from the corner of her eye. I stroked her tail for a bit and then moved back up to her backside. She chose that moment to drop to a crouch position, her feet tucked in against her sides and her tail gentle lashing side to side. It appeared she was willing. Let me tell you my heart was racing when I stroked my cock to life. Up to this point I had been half fearful for my life. Now it was time to get moving. This was one lady you did not want to keep waiting. I lifted her tail off to one side and pressed the head of my cock against those puffy, furry lips. She tensed as I did and when I penetrated her hole I could hear her toes digging into the wood of the platform. If she had had claws, there would have been splintering. So far, so good. She was not as tight as a cougar, but she was plenty snug in my book. As I pushed in all the way, I had to wonder what sort of fun a male tiger was with his spiny little hedgehog of a penis. I knew the feline anatomy fairly well, though our school classes centered on dealing with domestic cats more than the big ones. Still, a cat was a cat and a pussy was a pussy and she was excellent in both cat-a-gories. Terrible pun...so sorry. A male tiger would have been mounted on top of her. My body wasn't designed for that. There was no way I could screw her and reach her neck and head at the same time. I knew that a certain amount of physical contact occurred in these situations, but she was going to have to settle for it at separate times. She didn't seem to mind, so I started a slow piston-like movement, simultaneously keeping an eye out for a sudden change of mood and reveling in the fact that I was now fucking a tigress. As I worked her over, I could feel her bear down on my cock, pressing her body down to meet mine. I carefully grabbed her haunches and pulled myself into her, knowing full well that she was solidly perched on the deck and only an elephant was going to be capable of moving her from where she was. After a few minutes of nothing more than petite little growls, and the occasional kick with her feet, I figured I was home free. That's not to say I got stupid about things; this was still my life we were talking about. I simply relaxed a little more and continued to plow ahead. My grip tightened on her hips and I let loose with a steady stream of pounding. It was an amazing thing taking on such an exotic and powerful creature. As a vet you learn to respect a lot of different animals, even small ones. Everything has teeth, and everything can bite you. But a tiger can bite you to kill you. So I was glad I had taken the time to prepare for this. I stroked her insides for a good fifteen or twenty minutes before I felt the need to blow. I held it back for as long as I could because if it was going to be my only time, I wanted it to last. But the harder I tried to ignore the heat and slippery goodness of that hole the harder it became until I let loose on her like a woodpecker on cocaine. I could feel my finger nails cutting into her hide as I delivered a load straight towards her womb. When I stopped, I was still holding myself tightly against her backside. Her feet were moving and her insides where responding to their recent tickling. It was to die for, though I hoped I didn't have to. That would have rather spoiled it. I finally pulled out when I lost my erection. Taking a chance, I climbed up on the platform with her and began scratching her ears and neck, telling her what a good girl she was. She turned her head and slurped my face with that massive raspy tongue of hers. I climbed on her back and lay across it, stomach down and my arms and legs on either side for stabilization. She made the most amazing body pillow ever, I could feel her breathing, a slight purring rumble coming from deep inside, and I could feel her heart beating in time to mine. I worked my fingers and toes into her fur, trying to give her as much of an experience as she had given to me. I even went so far as to give her a hug around the neck. I kissed her ears and nuzzled the top of her head. She was a real beauty and a far cry from the poor tortured beast we had gotten those many months ago. She leaned her head back and licked my face again, her feet still doing their little dance on the platform. I was wondering if I had it in me to go again, because a part of me, the sane part most likely, was still shivering in fear. I finally decided that I had little to lose at the moment that I hadn't risked all along. I took a more vigorous stance on scratching her, getting my whole body into it, essentially dry humping her to see it I could stimulate a little blood flow to my cock. She seemed to like the rougher attention, and the friction from her fur, coupled with the heat of her body, woke up my manhood for another round. I shifted back to standing on the ground and went for another round. I was dry going in, and I thought she might turn and swat me for it. I mean it was quite literally a dry run, and if not for her own lubrication (coupled with my earlier contribution) she would have probably gotten a little feisty. But I got thinking about the typical feline cock and how the spiny surface was supposed to excite the females into ovulation. So many a little dry entry was an adequate substitute for spines. All I know is that she settled down and shivered after I pushed in. Apparently instinct was kicking in and taking over. It went more smoothly over the next few minutes as her lube caught up with my dry skin, and we were back to being a well oiled machine. Since it was going so well, and I knew I had a good solid half an hour of play time on reserve, I decided to test the limits of her acceptance of me. I stuck my thumb in my mouth and got it good and wet. I placed my hands just under and on either side of her tail and pressed my thumb into her rectum. Trust me, at the first sign of a growl my thumb was going to be out of there. But she didn't react at all, so I shoved it in to the limit. I could feel my cock on the other side of the walls separating them. Her ass was constricting in time to my thrusts, a reaction I found pretty damn titillating. I worked in my other thumb and almost opted to pull out of her and try the hole above. I didn't, mores the pity, but I figured I had better not push matters this quickly. She was a patient girl right now, but I knew that sometimes they got an overload of sensations and would get a little twitchy. She was one creature I couldn't afford to have twitchy.
So I kept things as they were, with me massaging her anus while my cock plumbed her feline depths. It was incredible the way she tolerated my presence. She would have been a terrific one to have as a regular stop, but I knew better than to ever try repeating this. She had taken quite a bit of prep time, and the end results were worth the one time shot. After a few minutes of this dual stimulation, I finally got brave. Her ass was relaxed and I figured I might as well give it a try. Sucking in a breath for courage, I pulled out and slipped it in her rectum. I think she reacted more to me pulling out than where I ended up at afterwards. Her tail was a bit in the way, so I grabbed it with one hand while I steadied myself on her hip. Now I was fucking a tiger in the ass! It wasn't what I set out to do, but it was going to make for a great finale. It was especially nice since she clamped down on my cock with a vice like constriction that threatened to cause me to blow way too soon. I stopped for a moment to calm my libido long enough to really enjoy this round of pumping. It was hard to do with her ass squeezing me the way it was. Besides, the longer I stopped the more restless she became. It was sort of like trying to outrun a wild fire. The longer you took to catch your wind, the more likely you were to be swept up in the disaster. My only choice was to keep going. I went to work on her tail hole with a furious passion. Her sphincter kept tightening around me as I pushed and pulled in an ever increasing rhythm. I was finally able to get her tail to stay up and over my shoulder, freeing up both hands for a solid grip. That helped immensely as I pummeled her backside like no male tiger ever could, leastwise not with a spine covered cock. For one thing, this hole needed something a little more soft and gentle; easy on the tissues shall we say. And I had that right here, just for her. I kept waiting for her to take a swipe at me, and while she didn't have claws, that touch of fear is what probably made me last as long as I did. But I finally did cum, driving my cock into her hole like a savage beast. Heck, in the end I scraped up the front of my legs on the platform I was working her so hard. Thankfully the damage was covered up over the passing days by my pants, so no one ever noticed. I had no idea I was scraping myself raw; I was too into blowing that second load. When I did it was a rapture of pure pleasure. Her ass muscles were working me over and in the end milked out every last drop I had in me. I was weak in the knees and shaking all over. Talk about an adrenalin rush! I had just screwed a tigress! I wished I had a camera just for proof in years to come, but I know that wouldn't have been wise. But imagine the scrapbook I'd have if I documented every encounter! I pulled out and hoisted myself onto her platform. Part of me said to run for the gate, and the other wanted to stay. I figured I had gone unscathed this long, so a little longer wouldn't hurt. I curled up next to her and she flopped on her side to make room for me. I lifted a big front paw and slid in close. She nuzzled my neck and began licking me. It was enough to give me goose bumps. Not content with that, she got up, dumping me onto the hard wood and began licking my entire body. Apparently I had been a little too liberal with the spray bottle and she was going to help me cleanup. You can't imagine how nervous I was having this big ole girl running that tongue across me. Her most dangerous teeth might be nullified, but she still had a mouthful. But then she got to my crotch and I almost recoiled in fear. I tried to roll away and was stopped by the impact of a paw on my gut. Her other leg was draped across my thighs as she hunkered down to give me a cat bath. Needless to say her tongue stroked life back into my cock. That seemed to intrigue her, for she continued to use long strokes, running from my ass, across my balls and up to my navel. I held still and prayed that she would keep using her tongue and not engage her teeth. She behaved remarkably. I think she ended up treating me as gently as she would a cub. Only no cub ever spouted like my cock did. I didn't think I had enough to go again, but her persistence paid off. I could really move, not with her holding me down. I had no idea what the taste of my cum would be like to her, and I was worried that she might disapprove. But cum in her mouth I did, and with gusto. She lapped it up and kept on lapping until I was so sensitive I nearly crawled out of my skin. She finally halted and laid her head on my crotch. And damn if she didn't fall asleep. I lay there for a while until I knew I had to get up and get out of there. It wasn't easy, and in the end, I woke her up in my struggles. She stretched, releasing me and allowing me to scramble for the gate. I grabbed the spray bottle and headed for my rooms. I don't think I was going to sleep for the rest of the night! Now, before you ask why I didn't try to recreate such a wonderful experience, let me tell you this. The first one was that it ended up a trifecta. I got her cunt, her ass and her mouth. And she was completely willing. The chances of duplicating that were next to none. So I decided to be content with the one, perfect night. It's probably more than most of you reading this can claim! Am I right? So if you were to press me on how I thought that night went, just go back up and read the title. It says it all.