{"sf1_id":775849,"sf2_id":null,"title":"It's Grrrrrrreat!","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3985,"posted_at":"2014-10-30T17:21:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Feline","Fingering","Human","Oral","Tigress","Vaginal","Zoo","big cat","danger","licking"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/775849-it-s-grrrrrrreat","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/775849","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=775849\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#11 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"                Ok, so\nI get more questions sometimes than I have suitable answers for. I've been\nasked what the most dangerous animal I ever bedded was, and I would simply say\nthe any of the predators fit into that category. Any animal, whether it was a\npuma or a donkey; anything with teeth can bite you, and when you're naked, that\ncan mean some serious damage in some very compromising places.\n                That\nbeing said, the most dangerous of my animal lovers, leastwise as far as species\ngo, was a female tiger. Now let me tell you right from the start that she wasn't\nwild, nor was she mild. She was dangerous, but not like you'd expect. And when\nI first laid eyes on her, she was underweight and covered in filth and sores.\nShe was also missing her claws, and her canine teeth had been filed down.\n                She had\nbeen in a traveling circus sideshow.\n                It was\na good thing there was an investigation going on, because I would have taken\nthe real gun locked in my office and hunted the jerks down myself. She didn't\nanswer to any name, and I didn't bother with one for her. It took repeated visits\nto the clinic, with her knocked out, before I was able to even think about\nchecking her out in a less than professional way.\n                While\nshe was out , we would give her intravenous solutions containing vitamins, at\nthe same time dosing her with antibiotics and lancing a few boils she had. She\nwas so bad that I had considered putting her down when I first saw her. I was\nglad I didn't.\n                It took\na few months, but in the end she recovered what she could of her health and\ndignity. Her claws were gone for good, and the same went for her teeth. But she\npacked on the weight and her fur grew back in, leaving her a stunning example\nof the species.\n                She had\na mistrust of people, even of the feeders and the handlers, so she was treated\njust like a real wild animal. Such caution was first nature to a lot of us, but\non occasion when got tagged by a tooth or a claw. It served as a reminder to\nkeep our distance.\n                I\ncheated.  First off, I got to explore her\ntight breeding hole, because as part of my examination, there was a spot on the\nhealth sheet for just that. I just couldn't enjoy myself too much while she was\nout because then my assistants would freak out.  But I fingered her deep and I knew I had to\ntry to get my cock into her. \n                It took\nquite a while, let me tell you. She had been treated pretty badly and was used\nto responding to whips and the resulting pain. I mixed in a little bit of\nvalium with her food whenever I felt like trying to work with her. I know; it's\nnot a nice way of dealing with the problem. But I wasn't trying it for my own pleasure.\nI was trying to get her to be comfortable with people. Trust me, drugs work\nwonders for a fast track as long as you don't end up relying on them.\n                Over\nthe course of a year, she grew more accepting of us, and soon formed a few\nsolid attachments to the staff. While this was mostly the few ladies we had\nworking, and by that I mean the ones with enough cajones to deal with her. I\nwas, quite thankfully, one of the males she tolerated.\n                That is\na key point. Tolerated. It was looking like I might have to resort to drugging\nher to have my way, but that seemed so crude as to ruin the experiance. It was\nsort like date rape. I'm sure I would enjoy myself, but then I could hardly\ntell you this story without you thinking ill of me.\n                It took\na long while to build up full trust, at which point I was then in the position\nof being very careful not to lose it. Despite her handicaps, she was still a\nbig girl and not someone you treated lightly. The night it happened, and I'm\ntelling you now it only happened once, was a remarkable night and one I will\nalways remember. \n                It took\npreparation, and even then I was unclear what the outcome was going to be. You\nsee, I knew she wouldn't be interested in me from the view point of mating,\nbecause she still saw humans in a poor light. But I asked a strange favor of a\ncomrade of mine at another, larger zoo. They had several tigers, including two\nmales. I asked him to see it he could get me some urine.\n                If that\nsounds simple, it really wasn't. Tigers tend to mark their territory by\nspraying, and I was hoping that by using it to spray her enclosure, and then\nmyself, she might see me in a different light. It was a risky endeavor, since\nshe might react negatively to such a thing. Getting urine from a male wasn't\nall that simple either, but since his were up for a complete health exam and a\nteeth cleaning, and therefore where going to be put out, he managed to get it\nusing a catheter. A urinalysis was part of the procedure anyway so I had my\nspecimen.\n                I\nfilled up a spray bottle and stared a few days ahead of time spraying it around\nthe edges of her enclosure.  She reacted\nimmediately, sniffing the spots with her mouth slightly open. I couldn't tell\nif she was upset or turned on by the smell.  But there was one way to find out. I sprayed\nsome on my clothing and got close the back gate. She came over and sniffed me\nup and down, licking at the gate for a better taste.\n                She\nstayed at the gate as long as I did, which I took as a sign she was interested\nin at least the odor if not in me.  But I\nhad work to do, so I had to change clothing before anyone wondered why I smelled\nso strongly. I dumped the clothes into the washing machine, got on a new pair\nand made my rounds as normal. Every time I walked by her enclosure, she would\nwalk the path in front and follow me until she got to the corner. It was a good\nsign.\n                That\nnight I walked around and sprayed the urine in different spots again, marking\nher borders as mine. She was out in a flash, sniffing and licking and watching\nme with an appraising eye. I almost tried it right then, but I figured maybe\nanother day or two of teasing would really get her going. I continued to show\nup in the morning, and again after closing, until the old girl was positively\nfawning over me. I don't think she had ever had an encounter with a male of her\nspecies, but the smells were triggering something innate and instinctive within\nher body chemistry.\n                By the\nfifth night, I was ready. I had been saving up for this, because I knew that if\nI lived through this encounter, I'd never ever try it again. I had plenty of\nless dangerous and probably more compliant females at my disposal. This one was\ngoing to be for the trophy of the story alone. I mean, who else could claim\nsuch a thing? For that matter, who in their right mind would even risk it?\n                I stole\nout to her cage after dark and said a fervent prayer that she didn't go off on\nme. Even if I lived, there would be a lot of explaining to do to my superiors.\nI think I'd rather die than be forced to do that. To avoid leaving anything\nbehind I went only in my boots, carrying the spray bottle of urine.\n                I\nsprayed around the perimeter again, and then dosed myself in the stuff. I made\na sign of the cross and opened the gate, securely locking it behind me. If this\nwent wrong, it would hardly be her fault, and I didn't want her getting lose.\nThe chances were pretty good she'd get shot as a man killer.\n                She\ncame right up to me and butted my hand with her massive head, literally\npurring. I scratched her scalp and her ears as she rubbed herself against me.\nShe was a massive creature, and strong. She nearly knocked me over in her\nenthusiasm. We would probably end up on ground level eventually, but I was\nhoping to get her over to her elevated platform instead. Trust me, I was going\nto do this any way she wanted, but I was hoping for something easier for me.\n                I\nworked my way over to the raised deck and sprayed more of the urine on it. She\njumped up and sniffed avidly. If I could get her to settle down here, I could\nnail her in a standing position. It was going to be up to her though. \n                She\nsniffed the area and while she was preoccupied with her olfactory senses, I\nmoved behind her and ran my finger under her tail. She turned her head, still\nsniffing, but watching me from the corner of her eye. I stroked her tail for a\nbit and then moved back up to her backside. She chose that moment to drop to a\ncrouch position, her feet tucked in against her sides and her tail gentle\nlashing side to side. It appeared she was willing.\n                Let me\ntell you my heart was racing when I stroked my cock to life.  Up to this point I had been half fearful for\nmy life. Now it was time to get moving. This was one lady you did not want to\nkeep waiting. I lifted her tail off to one side and pressed the head of my cock\nagainst those puffy, furry lips. She tensed as I did and when I penetrated her\nhole I could hear her toes digging into the wood of the platform. If she had had\nclaws, there would have been splintering.\n                So far,\nso good.\n                She was\nnot as tight as a cougar, but she was plenty snug in my book. As I pushed in\nall the way, I had to wonder what sort of fun a male tiger was with his spiny\nlittle hedgehog of a penis. I knew the feline anatomy fairly well, though our\nschool classes centered on dealing with domestic cats more than the big ones.\nStill, a cat was a cat and a pussy was a pussy and she was excellent in both\ncat-a-gories. \nTerrible pun...so sorry.\nA male tiger would have been\nmounted on top of her. My body wasn't designed for that. There was no way I\ncould screw her and reach her neck and head at the same time. I knew that a certain\namount of physical contact occurred in these situations, but she was going to\nhave to settle for it at separate times.\nShe didn't seem to mind, so I\nstarted a slow piston-like movement, simultaneously keeping an eye out for a\nsudden change of mood and reveling in the fact that I was now fucking a\ntigress.  As I worked her over, I could\nfeel her bear down on my cock, pressing her body down to meet mine. I carefully\ngrabbed her haunches and pulled myself into her, knowing full well that she was\nsolidly perched on the deck and only an elephant was going to be capable of\nmoving her from where she was.\nAfter a few minutes of nothing more\nthan petite little growls, and the occasional kick with her feet, I figured I\nwas home free. That's not to say I got stupid about things; this was still my\nlife we were talking about. I simply relaxed a little more and continued to\nplow ahead. My grip tightened on her hips and I let loose with a steady stream\nof pounding.\nIt was an amazing thing taking on\nsuch an exotic and powerful creature. As a vet you learn to respect a lot of\ndifferent animals, even small ones. Everything has teeth, and everything can\nbite you. But a tiger can bite you to kill you. So I was glad I had taken the\ntime to prepare for this.\nI stroked her insides for a good\nfifteen or twenty minutes before I felt the need to blow. I held it back for as\nlong as I could because if it was going to be my only time, I wanted it to\nlast. But the harder I tried to ignore the heat and slippery goodness of that\nhole the harder it became until I let loose on her like a woodpecker on\ncocaine. I could feel my finger nails cutting into her hide as I delivered a\nload straight towards her womb.\nWhen I stopped, I was still holding\nmyself tightly against her backside. Her feet were moving and her insides where\nresponding to their recent tickling. It was to die for, though I hoped I didn't\nhave to. That would have rather spoiled it.\nI finally pulled out when I lost my\nerection. Taking a chance, I climbed up on the platform with her and began\nscratching her ears and neck, telling her what a good girl she was.  She turned her head and slurped my face with\nthat massive raspy tongue of hers. I climbed on her back and lay across it,\nstomach down and my arms and legs on either side for stabilization. She made\nthe most amazing body pillow ever, I could feel her breathing, a slight purring\nrumble coming from deep inside, and I could feel her heart beating in time to\nmine.\nI worked my fingers and toes into\nher fur, trying to give her as much of an experience as she had given to me. I\neven went so far as to give her a hug around the neck. I kissed her ears and\nnuzzled the top of her head. She was a real beauty and a far cry from the poor\ntortured beast we had gotten those many months ago.\nShe leaned her head back and licked\nmy face again, her feet still doing their little dance on the platform. I was\nwondering if I had it in me to go again, because a part of me, the sane part most\nlikely, was still shivering in fear. I finally decided that I had little to\nlose at the moment that I hadn't risked all along. I took a more vigorous\nstance on scratching her, getting my whole body into it, essentially dry\nhumping her to see it I could stimulate a little blood flow to my cock.\nShe seemed to like the rougher\nattention, and the friction from her fur, coupled with the heat of her body,\nwoke up my manhood for another round. I shifted back to standing on the ground\nand went for another round. I was dry going in, and I thought she might turn\nand swat me for it. I mean it was quite literally a dry run, and if not for her\nown lubrication (coupled with my earlier contribution) she would have probably\ngotten a little feisty.\nBut I got thinking about the typical\nfeline cock and how the spiny surface was supposed to excite the females into\novulation. So many a little dry entry was an adequate substitute for spines.\nAll I know is that she settled down and shivered after I pushed in. Apparently instinct\nwas kicking in and taking over. It went more smoothly over the next few minutes\nas her lube caught up with my dry skin, and we were back to being a well oiled\nmachine.\nSince it was going so well, and I knew\nI had a good solid half an hour of play time on reserve, I decided to test the\nlimits of her acceptance of me. I stuck my thumb in my mouth and got it good\nand wet. I placed my hands just under and on either side of her tail and\npressed my thumb into her rectum. Trust me, at the first sign of a growl my\nthumb was going to be out of there. But she didn't react at all, so I shoved it\nin to the limit.\nI could feel my cock on the other\nside of the walls separating them. Her ass was constricting in time to my thrusts,\na reaction I found pretty damn titillating. I worked in my other thumb and\nalmost opted to pull out of her and try the hole above. I didn't, mores the\npity, but I figured I had better not push matters this quickly. She was a patient\ngirl right now, but I knew that sometimes they got an overload of sensations\nand would get a little twitchy. She was one creature I couldn't afford to have twitchy.\n\nSo I kept things as they were, with\nme massaging her anus while my cock plumbed her feline depths. It was\nincredible the way she tolerated my presence. She would have been a terrific\none to have as a regular stop, but I knew better than to ever try repeating\nthis. She had taken quite a bit of prep time, and the end results were worth\nthe one time shot.\nAfter a few minutes of this dual stimulation,\nI finally got brave. Her ass was relaxed and I figured I might as well give it\na try. Sucking in a breath for courage, I pulled out and slipped it in her\nrectum. I think she reacted more to me pulling out than where I ended up at\nafterwards. Her tail was a bit in the way, so I grabbed it with one hand while\nI steadied myself on her hip.\nNow I was fucking a tiger in the\nass! It wasn't what I set out to do, but it was going to make for a great\nfinale. It was especially nice since she clamped down on my cock with a vice\nlike constriction that threatened to cause me to blow way too soon. I stopped\nfor a moment to calm my libido long enough to really enjoy this round of\npumping. It was hard to do with her ass squeezing me the way it was. Besides,\nthe longer I stopped the more restless she became. It was sort of like trying\nto outrun a wild fire. The longer you took to catch your wind, the more likely you\nwere to be swept up in the disaster. My only choice was to keep going.\nI went to work on her tail hole\nwith a furious passion. Her sphincter kept tightening around me as I pushed and\npulled in an ever increasing rhythm. I was finally able to get her tail to stay\nup and over my shoulder, freeing up both hands for a solid grip. That helped immensely\nas I pummeled her backside like no male tiger ever could, leastwise not with a\nspine covered cock. For one thing, this hole needed something a little more soft\nand gentle; easy on the tissues shall we say. And I had that right here, just\nfor her.\nI kept waiting for her to take a\nswipe at me, and while she didn't have claws, that touch of fear is what probably\nmade me last as long as I did. But I finally did cum, driving my cock into her\nhole like a savage beast. Heck, in the end I scraped up the front of my legs on\nthe platform I was working her so hard. Thankfully the damage was covered up\nover the passing days by my pants, so no one ever noticed.  I had no idea I was scraping myself raw; I was\ntoo into blowing that second load. \nWhen I did it was a rapture of pure\npleasure. Her ass muscles were working me over and in the end milked out every\nlast drop I had in me. I was weak in the knees and shaking all over. Talk about\nan adrenalin rush! I had just screwed a tigress! I wished I had a camera just\nfor proof in years to come, but I know that wouldn't have been wise. But\nimagine the scrapbook I'd have if I documented every encounter!\nI pulled out and hoisted myself\nonto her platform. Part of me said to run for the gate, and the other wanted to\nstay. I figured I had gone unscathed this long, so a little longer wouldn't hurt.\nI curled up next to her and she flopped on her side to make room for me. I lifted\na big front paw and slid in close. She nuzzled my neck and began licking me. It\nwas enough to give me goose bumps.\nNot content with that, she got up,\ndumping me onto the hard wood and began licking my entire body. Apparently I\nhad been a little too liberal with the spray bottle and she was going to help\nme cleanup. You can't imagine how nervous I was having this big ole girl\nrunning that tongue across me. Her most dangerous teeth might be nullified, but\nshe still had a mouthful.\nBut then she got to my crotch and I\nalmost recoiled in fear. I tried to roll away and was stopped by the impact of\na paw on my gut. Her other leg was draped across my thighs as she hunkered down\nto give me a cat bath. Needless to say her tongue stroked life back into my\ncock.\nThat seemed to intrigue her, for\nshe continued to use long strokes, running from my ass, across my balls and up\nto my navel. I held still and prayed that she would keep using her tongue and\nnot engage her teeth.  She behaved\nremarkably. I think she ended up treating me as gently as she would a cub. Only\nno cub ever spouted like my cock did. I didn't think I had enough to go again,\nbut her persistence paid off.\nI could really move, not with her\nholding me down. I had no idea what the taste of my cum would be like to her,\nand I was worried that she might disapprove. But cum in her mouth I did, and\nwith gusto. She lapped it up and kept on lapping until I was so sensitive I\nnearly crawled out of my skin.\n                She\nfinally halted and laid her head on my crotch. And damn if she didn't fall\nasleep. I lay there for a while until I knew I had to get up and get out of\nthere. It wasn't easy, and in the end, I woke her up in my struggles. She stretched,\nreleasing me and allowing me to scramble for the gate. I grabbed the spray\nbottle and headed for my rooms. I don't think I was going to sleep for the rest\nof the night!\n                Now,\nbefore you ask why I didn't try to recreate such a wonderful experience, let me\ntell you this. The first one was that it ended up a trifecta. I got her cunt,\nher ass and her mouth. And she was completely willing. The chances of\nduplicating that were next to none. So I decided to be content with the one,\nperfect night. It's probably more than most of you reading this can claim! Am I\nright? 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."}