# It's Grrrrrrreat!

Author: StGeorgesHorse
Tags: Anal, Anatomically Correct, Bestiality, Feline, Fingering, Human, Oral, Tigress, Vaginal, Zoo, big cat, danger, licking

#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.

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