{"sf1_id":776830,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Roaring Good Time","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2660,"posted_at":"2014-11-01T22:00:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Feline","Fingering","Human","Lion","M/M","Male","Zoo","big cat"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/776830-a-roaring-good-time","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/776830","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=776830\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#12 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"                Speaking of dangerous animals, the\nzoo also had one of the few open spaces for African lions at the time. While a\nlot of zoos still had iron bars and cramped quarters for their predators, we\nhad just opened up a sizable area, complete with moat and high fences, for our\nsix females and two males. It was designed to look a little like the Serengeti,\nthough I doubt the creator of it ever stepped foot in Africa. Then again\nneither had any of our guests, so I doubt anyone noticed the discrepancies.\n                The\ninitial pride had been established prior to my arrival. It was comprised of\ncubs from other zoos, making for a mixed female population. The sole male was a\nbrother to one of the ladies, and they came as a set. They weren't tiny when\nthey arrived, but half grown handfuls of energy. I heard stories of their initial\narrival and of their mischievous nature. Some were so hilarious that they set\nme into uproarious laughter.\n                It was\nthe start of a breeding program that never got off the ground. The reason was\nsimple, and I found it out after I got there. The male, who we nicknamed\nClarence after the 1960s movie feline with crossed eyes, was sterile. He was\nmore than sterile in fact; while he had his testicles and a well developed\ncock, his testosterone production was low and his estrogen was at the same\nlevel as a lioness. We have no real way of correcting it.\n                It probably\naccounted for his sparse mane. Over all in fact, his temperament was mild to\nthe point of being complacent. I'm not saying the lionesses were a tame lot,\nfor they weren't. But Clarence, well he was silly boy who loved belly rubs and\nhugs. No, seriously. He turned into a cross between a dog and big tabby cat.\nThe only time he ever hurt anyone was when he tried to hug one of the guys and\nended up knocking him to the ground. The poor handler ended up with a sprained\nwrist and a mild concussion.\n                That\nhappened after the replacement male arrived. It was a tricky job getting him\nintroduced, for the pride wasn't ready to accept a new member without a mixing\nperiod. We took Clarence out and put him in a pen by himself, which he\ntolerated well enough. I think he liked the socialization with the lionesses,\neven if he wasn't interested in getting busy with them.\n                We made\nan effort to keep him happy, and he became a star attraction with his well\ngroomed good looks. He loved to be pampered, and he got a bath once every two\nweeks, and is mane was washed and conditioned, and then dried until it was\nfluffy. He was one sleek looking specimen, and he learned to roar for the\ncrowds. He loved to attention. It was amazing how deep his roar was,\nconsidering everything else. On the other hand he was a lion and five hundred\npounds of lion no less. Even a female lion and her roar proved she was nobody's\nsissy.\n                But\nClarence was. He was a great big pussycat. He was so docile that we often made\nthe mistake of going in to work with him alone. Thankfully, no one ever paid\nfor that assurance outside of the afore mentioned incident. Like I said already,\na wild animal in captivity is still a wild animal.\n                So what\ndoes this story have to do with my sexual activity with the animals at the zoo?\nWell, believe it or not, I made out with Clarence. Yes, the old boy was really\nnot the typical sort of lover, as we had already found out. He was glad to take\nit;  he just wasn't interested in dishing\nit out.\n                I only\ngot the idea one day when I was in his cage giving him a two handed belly rub.\nHe would rumble like an old truck whenever anyone would give him a work over.\nIt was comical in a sort of fatalistic way to watch him; he was one of the\nbiggest predators on the planet and here he was rolling around like an\nAbyssinian.\n                I was\nin there giving him some good belly rubbing when I decided to check out his\njunk. I already assumed he was sterile, but I was curious as to whether or not\nhis stuff was functional. With one hand I kept up the friction on his abdomen,\nand with the other worked down and examined his balls. They were both good and\nsolid; fur-covered fluffy eggs tucked up under his shaft.\n                His\nrumbling increased as I was examining him, so I turned it from professional to\npersonal. I took both hands and stroked them gently, kneading them between my\nfingers. I thought he was going to die! He turned into a puddle on the floor of\nthe cage with his legs spread wide and his tongue lolling out. I played with\nthem for a while, watching him drool from his open mouth as I massaged them thoroughly\n before moving to stroking his sheath.\n                I could\nfeel his cock within, but no manner of tactile stimulation was able to coax it\nout. It was just like the poor boy was a female with balls and a useless cock.\nThat train of thought derailed as I went to a slightly different one. I took my\nfingers and began rubbing his anus. His feet began kicking in the air. I got a\nhard-on right away. I almost dropped my pants right then and there before coming\nto my senses. It was daylight, and there were too damn many people milling\nabout. On the other hand, I suppose it would have made for a show they wouldn't\nsoon forget.\n                Clarence\ngrowled in disappoint when I got up to leave. He jumped up and pinned me\nagainst the cage and started licking my face. God he was fucking big! You try\nsupporting nearly five hundred pounds on your shoulders while the owner of\nthose pounds licked your face, trying to seduce you into doing more play time.\n                I\nfinally got him down and rubbed his head. \"Look fellow, I'll be back tonight.\nJust be as agreeable then as you are now and we'll get along fabulously.\"  I went back to the clinic and got some lube\nand lay down on the bed to stroke off. I was so fucking horny it was\nunbelievable. I had never considered the possibility of fucking a lion in the\nass and now I was going to be doing just that. My tiger girl I had considered to\nbe a once in a lifetime chance, but Clarence looked like he would take it\nanytime I wanted it.\n                It\ndidn't take long for me to blow a load, thinking about how sweet that big\npussycat's back door was going to be. I got cleaned up and dressed just in\ntime, for one of my assistants was looking for me. She probably wondered about\nthe silly, dreamy look on my face, but I said nothing and thankfully she never\nasked.\n                That\nevening I was out to his cage as soon as I could. I came dressed this time, for\ndespite feeling that I felt I was in little danger, it seemed to me to be\npractical to have them handy. Sure, he might lick me to death, but I doubted\nit'd come to that. I started by giving him a good scratching around the ears,\nand when he tired of that and flopped on the floor, I worked his sides until he\nrolled over on his back. He had his feet tucked in, and he appeared very\ncomical the way he looked like an oversized tabby.\n                I got\nundressed and put everything in a neat pile. I didn't know when I might have to\nvacate, so my preparation was well founded. I got behind him, and with a knee\non either side of his tail, I went to work massaging his balls again. He went\nalmost catatonic, and that's no intended pun. He went limp and relaxed. Drool\nwas hanging out the side of his mouth. I had a real winner here!\n                I\nbrought lube of course, and dabbed a big glob on his ass, working it in with my\nfingers. The rumble from his chest became a thrum as my fingers played with his\ntight, fur lined hole. This boy was totally into having his ass played with! As\na vet, I found the idea nonsensical, because back at this time, the general\nrule was that the only animals that could be homosexual were humans. Even the\nbonobo studies where either lacking or being suppressed. \n                It was\nobvious that he was enjoying the attention, so it didn't take long for me to up\nthe ante. After stretching him out enough to make taking my cock fairly\ncomfortably, I lubed up my quivering erection and pointed it at his hole. I\nslipped in and pressed hard until I was resting right against his balls. God he\nwas hot. The tiger, she had been a touch warmer than a typical human, but he\nwas, I swear, a few degree warmer still. \n                I moved\na little closer to him until there was not an inch of space between us. I\nstroked his balls as I began the slow churn on his ass that would eventually\nbecome the fast burn. Through it all he lay there like a comatose puppy. I\nchanged positions only once, from the kneeling position to lying flat out\nacross him, in what was essentially a missionary position.\n                Let me\ntell you, it was pretty intense. Clarence retained his claws and teeth, unlike\nhis cousin across the way. So if he decided he had enough, he was in a full\nposition to act upon it. With his present condition however, I was pretty sure\nit was going to be a smooth ride. The only muscles he was twitching were a few\nin his face and those that worked his paws. Both were twitching at irregular\nintervals, like he was dreaming.\n                So that\nleft me stretched out across the most unique mattress ever, one where I could\nhave my cock deep inside the warm interior while I luxuriated in the soft fur\nof the outside. Trust me, I was giving this guy the ultimate belly rub; with my\nvery own belly! I had my arms up to his chin, giving him a good scratching up\nthere as the rest of me moved in an undulating way over his lower half. His\npurring was vibrating me to the bone.\n                I\ngripped his sides and using his weight to anchor me, I began to really do a\nnumber on his ass. My hips started smoothly at first, but when I saw that he\nwas into it, they started bucking more violently. I could feel his balls\ntickling my belly, and after about ten minutes of working him over, I felt a\nwarm spiky rod pressing against me. Damn if his cock hadn't been teased into\ncoming out!\n                Apparently\ntickling his prostate had been the tipping point in getting him excited. I\ncould tell I had more to work with than he did in that catagory, but since I\nwasn't about to reverse roles with him, it hardly mattered one way or another.  As it was, his ass muscles were puckered up\naround the base of my cock, making for a nice furry wreath around my intruding\nflesh. I could go one doing this for infinity. \n                When I\ncame, it was all of the sudden; there was no build up, no climb to the top of\nthe hill; it just hit me like a ton of bricks. One minute I was contentedly\nscrewing his ass and the next I let loose with a barrage of sperm into his\ndepths. I think I was just so thrilled with the experience that I ruined it by\nmaking it end far too swiftly.\n                Clarence\ndidn't seem to notice that I was done and continued to lay there as content as\na pussycat in a sunbeam.  I pressed my\nhips against his and vigorously ran my fingers through his fur. His rumbling\nwas a nonstop feline earthquake. I figured if I could keep myself inside, I'd\neventually get hard again. I was right. After a good ten minutes of rubbing his\nsides and rubbing his paws, I was back in business and I think he was in second\nheaven. No one ever spent this much time with him at any given time and he was\nloving it!\n                With me\ngaining my second wind, the rest was easy. He was as complaint a lover as any\nof the females, and probably even more so than a lot of them. At this rate I could\ntake him back to the clinic and screw him properly on a bed, if my simple twin\nsize frame could have handled the weight...which it could not. I think I would\nhave liked it if we could have. I mean, doing it with a wild animal in the \"wild\"\nwas one thing, but taking them out of that environment and placing them in\nsomething more domestic was just an awesome idea.\n                I\nstarted up the second round with a slow tempo that accelerated to a crescendo\nof epic proportions. I figured if he would take it, I'd dish it out, and the\nmore I gave, the more he rumbled. I ended up sitting up on my knees, grabbing\nhis strong back legs and going into a regular slam-fest on his ass. Like with\nmy tiger girl, I was going to suffer for my effort, because the floor of his\ncage was concrete, and it was hard as hell on my knees, but the ole boy was\nworth every ounce of pain I might have to endure.\n                As the\nminutes wore on and my cock grew closer to the trigger point, Clarence began\nletting out strange little roars. I mean, they weren't roars, but they could\nhardly be called meows either. But as the minutes ticked by and I continued to\nharangue his hole, they increased in strength until all at once he tensed up\nand roared. It nearly scared the shit out of me until I saw his cum spurting\nout and felt his ass clamped down in time with his release.\n                That\nwas good enough for me. I worked him with renewed effort, finally embracing\nthat wonderful sensation that said an orgasm was on the horizon. I tripped the\ntrigger and spilt inside him one more time.\n                I can\nonly say this for the finale. It was crazy. I mean, here I was fucking away on\nthe \"king\" of the jungle and he was totally into it. In the end, when I pulled\nout and collapsed by his flank, he wiggled and turned to lick me in the face.\nAt least it kept me from falling asleep, which would have been an extremely embarrassing\nscenario to find myself in the next day.\n                I\ngathered my clothing and the lube and prepared to leave. Damn if that ole boy didn't\nsit down in front of the gate and keep me from going. After giving him some\nplain old loving (scratching and rubbing) he finally relented to let me leave.\nI had to admit, it was a notch in my bedpost and a boost to my ego that this\nfellow accepted me so well. He was going to be getting visits as often as I\ncould. The problem was, my harem was getting rather large. I know it sounds\nlike I'm bragging, but I'm not lion..."}