A Roaring Good Time
#12 of A Real Animal Lover
Speaking of dangerous animals, the
zoo also had one of the few open spaces for African lions at the time. While a
lot of zoos still had iron bars and cramped quarters for their predators, we
had just opened up a sizable area, complete with moat and high fences, for our
six females and two males. It was designed to look a little like the Serengeti,
though I doubt the creator of it ever stepped foot in Africa. Then again
neither had any of our guests, so I doubt anyone noticed the discrepancies.
The
initial pride had been established prior to my arrival. It was comprised of
cubs from other zoos, making for a mixed female population. The sole male was a
brother to one of the ladies, and they came as a set. They weren't tiny when
they arrived, but half grown handfuls of energy. I heard stories of their initial
arrival and of their mischievous nature. Some were so hilarious that they set
me into uproarious laughter.
It was
the start of a breeding program that never got off the ground. The reason was
simple, and I found it out after I got there. The male, who we nicknamed
Clarence after the 1960s movie feline with crossed eyes, was sterile. He was
more than sterile in fact; while he had his testicles and a well developed
cock, his testosterone production was low and his estrogen was at the same
level as a lioness. We have no real way of correcting it.
It probably
accounted for his sparse mane. Over all in fact, his temperament was mild to
the point of being complacent. I'm not saying the lionesses were a tame lot,
for they weren't. But Clarence, well he was silly boy who loved belly rubs and
hugs. No, seriously. He turned into a cross between a dog and big tabby cat.
The only time he ever hurt anyone was when he tried to hug one of the guys and
ended up knocking him to the ground. The poor handler ended up with a sprained
wrist and a mild concussion.
That
happened after the replacement male arrived. It was a tricky job getting him
introduced, for the pride wasn't ready to accept a new member without a mixing
period. We took Clarence out and put him in a pen by himself, which he
tolerated well enough. I think he liked the socialization with the lionesses,
even if he wasn't interested in getting busy with them.
We made
an effort to keep him happy, and he became a star attraction with his well
groomed good looks. He loved to be pampered, and he got a bath once every two
weeks, and is mane was washed and conditioned, and then dried until it was
fluffy. He was one sleek looking specimen, and he learned to roar for the
crowds. He loved to attention. It was amazing how deep his roar was,
considering everything else. On the other hand he was a lion and five hundred
pounds of lion no less. Even a female lion and her roar proved she was nobody's
sissy.
But
Clarence was. He was a great big pussycat. He was so docile that we often made
the mistake of going in to work with him alone. Thankfully, no one ever paid
for that assurance outside of the afore mentioned incident. Like I said already,
a wild animal in captivity is still a wild animal.
So what
does this story have to do with my sexual activity with the animals at the zoo?
Well, believe it or not, I made out with Clarence. Yes, the old boy was really
not the typical sort of lover, as we had already found out. He was glad to take
it; he just wasn't interested in dishing
it out.
I only
got the idea one day when I was in his cage giving him a two handed belly rub.
He would rumble like an old truck whenever anyone would give him a work over.
It was comical in a sort of fatalistic way to watch him; he was one of the
biggest predators on the planet and here he was rolling around like an
Abyssinian.
I was
in there giving him some good belly rubbing when I decided to check out his
junk. I already assumed he was sterile, but I was curious as to whether or not
his stuff was functional. With one hand I kept up the friction on his abdomen,
and with the other worked down and examined his balls. They were both good and
solid; fur-covered fluffy eggs tucked up under his shaft.
His
rumbling increased as I was examining him, so I turned it from professional to
personal. I took both hands and stroked them gently, kneading them between my
fingers. I thought he was going to die! He turned into a puddle on the floor of
the cage with his legs spread wide and his tongue lolling out. I played with
them for a while, watching him drool from his open mouth as I massaged them thoroughly
before moving to stroking his sheath.
I could
feel his cock within, but no manner of tactile stimulation was able to coax it
out. It was just like the poor boy was a female with balls and a useless cock.
That train of thought derailed as I went to a slightly different one. I took my
fingers and began rubbing his anus. His feet began kicking in the air. I got a
hard-on right away. I almost dropped my pants right then and there before coming
to my senses. It was daylight, and there were too damn many people milling
about. On the other hand, I suppose it would have made for a show they wouldn't
soon forget.
Clarence
growled in disappoint when I got up to leave. He jumped up and pinned me
against the cage and started licking my face. God he was fucking big! You try
supporting nearly five hundred pounds on your shoulders while the owner of
those pounds licked your face, trying to seduce you into doing more play time.
I
finally got him down and rubbed his head. "Look fellow, I'll be back tonight.
Just be as agreeable then as you are now and we'll get along fabulously." I went back to the clinic and got some lube
and lay down on the bed to stroke off. I was so fucking horny it was
unbelievable. I had never considered the possibility of fucking a lion in the
ass and now I was going to be doing just that. My tiger girl I had considered to
be a once in a lifetime chance, but Clarence looked like he would take it
anytime I wanted it.
It
didn't take long for me to blow a load, thinking about how sweet that big
pussycat's back door was going to be. I got cleaned up and dressed just in
time, for one of my assistants was looking for me. She probably wondered about
the silly, dreamy look on my face, but I said nothing and thankfully she never
asked.
That
evening I was out to his cage as soon as I could. I came dressed this time, for
despite feeling that I felt I was in little danger, it seemed to me to be
practical to have them handy. Sure, he might lick me to death, but I doubted
it'd come to that. I started by giving him a good scratching around the ears,
and when he tired of that and flopped on the floor, I worked his sides until he
rolled over on his back. He had his feet tucked in, and he appeared very
comical the way he looked like an oversized tabby.
I got
undressed and put everything in a neat pile. I didn't know when I might have to
vacate, so my preparation was well founded. I got behind him, and with a knee
on either side of his tail, I went to work massaging his balls again. He went
almost catatonic, and that's no intended pun. He went limp and relaxed. Drool
was hanging out the side of his mouth. I had a real winner here!
I
brought lube of course, and dabbed a big glob on his ass, working it in with my
fingers. The rumble from his chest became a thrum as my fingers played with his
tight, fur lined hole. This boy was totally into having his ass played with! As
a vet, I found the idea nonsensical, because back at this time, the general
rule was that the only animals that could be homosexual were humans. Even the
bonobo studies where either lacking or being suppressed.
It was
obvious that he was enjoying the attention, so it didn't take long for me to up
the ante. After stretching him out enough to make taking my cock fairly
comfortably, I lubed up my quivering erection and pointed it at his hole. I
slipped in and pressed hard until I was resting right against his balls. God he
was hot. The tiger, she had been a touch warmer than a typical human, but he
was, I swear, a few degree warmer still.
I moved
a little closer to him until there was not an inch of space between us. I
stroked his balls as I began the slow churn on his ass that would eventually
become the fast burn. Through it all he lay there like a comatose puppy. I
changed positions only once, from the kneeling position to lying flat out
across him, in what was essentially a missionary position.
Let me
tell you, it was pretty intense. Clarence retained his claws and teeth, unlike
his cousin across the way. So if he decided he had enough, he was in a full
position to act upon it. With his present condition however, I was pretty sure
it was going to be a smooth ride. The only muscles he was twitching were a few
in his face and those that worked his paws. Both were twitching at irregular
intervals, like he was dreaming.
So that
left me stretched out across the most unique mattress ever, one where I could
have my cock deep inside the warm interior while I luxuriated in the soft fur
of the outside. Trust me, I was giving this guy the ultimate belly rub; with my
very own belly! I had my arms up to his chin, giving him a good scratching up
there as the rest of me moved in an undulating way over his lower half. His
purring was vibrating me to the bone.
I
gripped his sides and using his weight to anchor me, I began to really do a
number on his ass. My hips started smoothly at first, but when I saw that he
was into it, they started bucking more violently. I could feel his balls
tickling my belly, and after about ten minutes of working him over, I felt a
warm spiky rod pressing against me. Damn if his cock hadn't been teased into
coming out!
Apparently
tickling his prostate had been the tipping point in getting him excited. I
could tell I had more to work with than he did in that catagory, but since I
wasn't about to reverse roles with him, it hardly mattered one way or another. As it was, his ass muscles were puckered up
around the base of my cock, making for a nice furry wreath around my intruding
flesh. I could go one doing this for infinity.
When I
came, it was all of the sudden; there was no build up, no climb to the top of
the hill; it just hit me like a ton of bricks. One minute I was contentedly
screwing his ass and the next I let loose with a barrage of sperm into his
depths. I think I was just so thrilled with the experience that I ruined it by
making it end far too swiftly.
Clarence
didn't seem to notice that I was done and continued to lay there as content as
a pussycat in a sunbeam. I pressed my
hips against his and vigorously ran my fingers through his fur. His rumbling
was a nonstop feline earthquake. I figured if I could keep myself inside, I'd
eventually get hard again. I was right. After a good ten minutes of rubbing his
sides and rubbing his paws, I was back in business and I think he was in second
heaven. No one ever spent this much time with him at any given time and he was
loving it!
With me
gaining my second wind, the rest was easy. He was as complaint a lover as any
of the females, and probably even more so than a lot of them. At this rate I could
take him back to the clinic and screw him properly on a bed, if my simple twin
size frame could have handled the weight...which it could not. I think I would
have liked it if we could have. I mean, doing it with a wild animal in the "wild"
was one thing, but taking them out of that environment and placing them in
something more domestic was just an awesome idea.
I
started up the second round with a slow tempo that accelerated to a crescendo
of epic proportions. I figured if he would take it, I'd dish it out, and the
more I gave, the more he rumbled. I ended up sitting up on my knees, grabbing
his strong back legs and going into a regular slam-fest on his ass. Like with
my tiger girl, I was going to suffer for my effort, because the floor of his
cage was concrete, and it was hard as hell on my knees, but the ole boy was
worth every ounce of pain I might have to endure.
As the
minutes wore on and my cock grew closer to the trigger point, Clarence began
letting out strange little roars. I mean, they weren't roars, but they could
hardly be called meows either. But as the minutes ticked by and I continued to
harangue his hole, they increased in strength until all at once he tensed up
and roared. It nearly scared the shit out of me until I saw his cum spurting
out and felt his ass clamped down in time with his release.
That
was good enough for me. I worked him with renewed effort, finally embracing
that wonderful sensation that said an orgasm was on the horizon. I tripped the
trigger and spilt inside him one more time.
I can
only say this for the finale. It was crazy. I mean, here I was fucking away on
the "king" of the jungle and he was totally into it. In the end, when I pulled
out and collapsed by his flank, he wiggled and turned to lick me in the face.
At least it kept me from falling asleep, which would have been an extremely embarrassing
scenario to find myself in the next day.
I
gathered my clothing and the lube and prepared to leave. Damn if that ole boy didn't
sit down in front of the gate and keep me from going. After giving him some
plain old loving (scratching and rubbing) he finally relented to let me leave.
I had to admit, it was a notch in my bedpost and a boost to my ego that this
fellow accepted me so well. He was going to be getting visits as often as I
could. The problem was, my harem was getting rather large. I know it sounds
like I'm bragging, but I'm not lion...