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                There

have allegations that I favored one animal over another, and the fact is, I

did. But I tried to be open minded once I got started down this long road into

bestiality. The fact was, it got to be a bit of a contest (held with myself) to

see just how far I could take this little perversion of mine. That then brings

us to the question; what were some of the weirdest animals I ever screwed?

                Well...

                I

normally restrained myself to the warm blooded kind; you know; mammals and

birds. Of course, with birds, I had limited myself to our ostrich because of

her size. A chicken might lay an egg as thick or thicker than a human penis,

but their bodies weren't designed for tackling that sort of organg invading

their cloacae, at least not with any sort of vigor. Unless you were very

gentle, you'd kill the bird and that's just not right.

                But

there were other things out there with similar reproductive organs that were a

little tougher. They were also prone to being one of the most difficult to deal

with, and in the long run, not worth the effort. But a chance encounter, one I

took immediate advantage of, occurred at the zoo one day and I can tell you it

was probably one of the oddest, though not the defining weirdest thing I ever

did.

                We had

alligators. This was back when the poor animals had been nearly hunted to

extinction. Now of course their numbers are back to being high, but back then

there was concern that they might die out. We had a pool and enclosure that

held five; four females and one male. The problem was, the male would get

territorial, and if he felt infringed upon, he would take his aggression out on

anyone, including his harem.

                By and

large, reptiles have remarkable healing powers. They hardly ever get ill, and

their wounds rarely get infected. They are nearly unchanged over the course of

millions of years and the reason for that is obvious. They haven't had the

need. They are nearly perfect hunters, and when not being shot and trapped,

they can reproduce and carry on with life quite well.

                Alligators

aren't the most exciting animal in the zoo. They spend a large part of their

day either floating in the water or sunning themselves on land. The only time

they got much real notice was at feeding time. Visitors knew when that was and

flocked to watch the brutes snapping up dead rabbits, large fish and chunks of

beef.

                It so

happened though that one day the male got into a fight with one of the girls.

He managed to grab her by a front leg and tore a large gash in it. I wasn't too

worried about it. I recommended getting him out of the space for a few weeks

until she healed, and maybe he would calm down, but the management of the zoo

wanted her treated. They felt that leaving her like that would offend the

visitors.

                So I

had to isolate her from the group, tranq her, rope her, drag her out and across

the zoo to the clinic, look over her leg, and then get her back. I was so

looking forward to it. Yes, that's sarcasm so thick you can cut it with a

knife.  It was a complete waste of mine

and my staff's time. But we did it.

                We

first had to lasso her, avoiding doing any more damage to the leg. Then with a jab

stick, I had to administer a weight-appropriate dose of tranquilizer to sedate

her. Then it was a matter of moving her onto a stretcher and transferring her

across the compound to the clinic. We did it in the morning to give us plenty

of time to allow the drugs to wear off. We hardly needed her going back into

the enclosure and drowning or dying in some equally irresponsible way.

                We got

her to the clinic and onto the operating table. I wasn't planning on operating,

but the table was anchored to the floor and therefore the most stable place from

which to work. We shoved her over onto the stainless steel top, on her back,

and strapped her down. While I figured she'd be out for a few hours, I was not

one to take chances. Once she was settled, I told everyone to go about their

regular duties, and that I'd call them on the two way radios when I was ready

for them.

                I

examined her bite, finding it clean, but likely to leave a scar. I don't think

anyone would noticed such a thing on an alligator. Still, I figured I'd better

do something or my superiors would pick apart my abilities. I got some heavy

catgut and put a few stitches in, pulling the worse of the holes together. The

material would quicken her healing time and dissolve when they were done being

useful.

                I did a

thorough exam on her. There was no point in wasting the drugs on just an unnecessary

stitching job. Her teeth were good, her skin excellent, and overall at about

seven feet long, she was as healthy a reptile as you could get, sans the recent

mauling. It was then that I got my idea.

                She was

a female, and as such possessing a birth canal. I had never ever thought of

reptiles in a sexual way before, mostly because there weren't that many capable

of being screwed. She was of a size, but an alligator's normal reaction to humans

made any move into that territory dangerous to the point of being deadly.

                But here

she was, out like a light and spread out on my table. I grabbed the lube and did

a little exploring. Her scale-lined hole was closed up tight, but it gave way

under my probing fingers. I sank in two digits until I was all the way to up to

my knuckles and a little pink tissue was exposed. In that instant I made my

decision. It was now or never.

                I went

over and locked the doors to the clinic. I was going to make this fast, but I

knew my chances were good that just as soon as I didn't  secure them someone would walk in on me. I

stripped down completely, stroked my cock to life, lubed it up and climbed up

on the table.

                I was actually

shaking a little. Never before had I tried to have sex with an animal during work

hours. On top of that, I had never considered the possibilities of sex with

something like an alligator. But all that disappeared when I dropped into her

and pressed myself against her scaly belly.

                As I

expected, she fell a lot cooler than any of my other companions. I don't think

I need to explain why, but in case you're ignorant of reptile physiology, they

are considered cold blooded, being that they have no internal method for maintaining

a consistent body heat. They have to sun themselves when cold, and go into the

water when they're too warm. Right now, she was probably a few degrees cooler

than my own temperature. It was weird, but not a turnoff.

                Her opening

was slick with lube, but I could still feel the scales as they dragged across

the base of my cock. Inside, she was as slippery and tight as any other partner

to date. I did a few experimental thrusts, sizing up her toughness. From what I

could tell she was as solidly built there in her hole as her entire body was

overall. I was pretty sure she'd stand up to the quick dose of loving I was planning

on giving her.

                I

grabbed the top set of straps and went to work. I avoided grabbing her body for

I had no desire to add to her previous injuries on top of making her submit to

my sexual perversions. The table was solidly attached to the floor, and she to

it, and I to her, so I let loose with a barrage of jarring hip thrusts.  For added traction, I hooked my toes into the

bottommost strap and went to work.

                If you

think what I was doing was terrible, be made aware that I had a few misgivings

as well. On the other hand, she wasn't going to remember it, and even if she

did, I wasn't sure her brain was capable of retaining the incident. And if you really

think her hole was too small for me, well know this. A chicken is capable of taking

on a human cock, and an alligator's egg was bigger by far than a mere chicken's.

She was in no danger from me.

                So

there I was, straddling a five hundred pound (or more) female alligator, my

hips working away furiously. I would have preferred to take it slower, but the

situation called for fast action on my part. 

Still, I forced myself to slow down a little. This was going to be a

once in a life time experience, and I wanted to be able to remember it with at

least a little fondness.

                So I

worked away and wondered what it would be like if she were awake. That would be

problematic, for I doubt she'd have consented to being flipped on her back. I

was ill equipped for doing her like a male alligator, because I was neither

formed that way nor that long and flexible. So to sum it up, this was the only

way this was ever going to be possible. I sure as hell wasn't brave enough to

wrestle her for the honor, even if her jaws were clamped shut!

                The

only sound in the clinic was the repeated slap of mammalian flesh against

reptilian hide.  After a while a slight

creaking noise joined in as my rhythmic swaying loosed the tabletop just a

little. After about ten minutes, and with sweat beading up on my brow, my heavy

breathing was added to the mix.  I was

listening more intently than normal in expectation of someone coming to the clinic

door.

                Every

sound became amplified within the confines of the room. I could hear the slosh

of the lube as my cock made repeated passes into those reptilian depths. I had

lubed her up good, and it was back splashing with each vigorous thrust.  I changed my the direction of my attack from

straight up and down to pushing forward with my feet on each drop. It increased

the friction and the pleasure I was deriving from screwing her saurian sex

tunnel.

                Eventually

I couldn't hold back, and with a release that threatened to tear the table from

its moorings, I had at her with a sex driven fury. My feet were cramping up as

I dug into the strap, and my motions were rocking the table right out of the

floor. My whole body was a sewing machine, and my cock the needle (No jokes or I'll

bash you one!).

                My

balls tightened up and the fluids came rushing out to flow into this thick-skinned

female. I collapsed on top as my body dumped a big load inside her. I lay there

for a little while until my cock subsided, and then pulled out with a sigh. I

toweled off and rapidly got dressed, pulled the towel across her belly until

she too was dry. I dabbed inside her hole for good measure. I didn't want

anyone to be able to tell anything had happened.

                I tidied

up quickly and called on the radio for my crew. They came within minutes and

helped me to get her back into the compound. I administered a drug to hasten

her recovery, and within an hour she was alert and moving around, hardly

seemingly to notice her damaged leg nor likely much of anything else.

                I

thought that maybe I had done something incredible that day, so I began looking

for information on such a cross-species connection. There wasn't much you could

find back then, not like today, but I did find out that the old chronicler Herodotus

had mentioned that the ancient Egyptians were known to have sex with the

beasts. Since they didn't have drugs to ply them to sleep, it made me wonder if

that was something I might try with a fully waking one. It was food for

thought. I suppose if I were to die trying, it would be a unique way to go!

                What do

I mean? Well if something went wrong, it could be considered a dysfunction; no?

And it would be with a reptile; no? Therefore, I would have died from a bad case of

reptile dysfunction...

 I'm here all week, so get over it!