{"sf1_id":777718,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Alliga-tions are a Total Croc","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2177,"posted_at":"2014-11-03T15:58:00.000Z","tags":["Alligator","Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Cloacal Sex","Gator","Human","M/F","Reptile","Zoo","drugged"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/777718-the-alliga-tions-are-a-total-croc","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/777718","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=777718\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#13 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"                There\nhave allegations that I favored one animal over another, and the fact is, I\ndid. But I tried to be open minded once I got started down this long road into\nbestiality. The fact was, it got to be a bit of a contest (held with myself) to\nsee just how far I could take this little perversion of mine. That then brings\nus to the question; what were some of the weirdest animals I ever screwed?\n                Well...\n                I\nnormally restrained myself to the warm blooded kind; you know; mammals and\nbirds. Of course, with birds, I had limited myself to our ostrich because of\nher size. A chicken might lay an egg as thick or thicker than a human penis,\nbut their bodies weren't designed for tackling that sort of organg invading\ntheir cloacae, at least not with any sort of vigor. Unless you were very\ngentle, you'd kill the bird and that's just not right.\n                But\nthere were other things out there with similar reproductive organs that were a\nlittle tougher. They were also prone to being one of the most difficult to deal\nwith, and in the long run, not worth the effort. But a chance encounter, one I\ntook immediate advantage of, occurred at the zoo one day and I can tell you it\nwas probably one of the oddest, though not the defining weirdest thing I ever\ndid.\n                We had\nalligators. This was back when the poor animals had been nearly hunted to\nextinction. Now of course their numbers are back to being high, but back then\nthere was concern that they might die out. We had a pool and enclosure that\nheld five; four females and one male. The problem was, the male would get\nterritorial, and if he felt infringed upon, he would take his aggression out on\nanyone, including his harem.\n                By and\nlarge, reptiles have remarkable healing powers. They hardly ever get ill, and\ntheir wounds rarely get infected. They are nearly unchanged over the course of\nmillions of years and the reason for that is obvious. They haven't had the\nneed. They are nearly perfect hunters, and when not being shot and trapped,\nthey can reproduce and carry on with life quite well.\n                Alligators\naren't the most exciting animal in the zoo. They spend a large part of their\nday either floating in the water or sunning themselves on land. The only time\nthey got much real notice was at feeding time. Visitors knew when that was and\nflocked to watch the brutes snapping up dead rabbits, large fish and chunks of\nbeef.\n                It so\nhappened though that one day the male got into a fight with one of the girls.\nHe managed to grab her by a front leg and tore a large gash in it. I wasn't too\nworried about it. I recommended getting him out of the space for a few weeks\nuntil she healed, and maybe he would calm down, but the management of the zoo\nwanted her treated. They felt that leaving her like that would offend the\nvisitors.\n                So I\nhad to isolate her from the group, tranq her, rope her, drag her out and across\nthe zoo to the clinic, look over her leg, and then get her back. I was so\nlooking forward to it. Yes, that's sarcasm so thick you can cut it with a\nknife.  It was a complete waste of mine\nand my staff's time. But we did it.\n                We\nfirst had to lasso her, avoiding doing any more damage to the leg. Then with a jab\nstick, I had to administer a weight-appropriate dose of tranquilizer to sedate\nher. Then it was a matter of moving her onto a stretcher and transferring her\nacross the compound to the clinic. We did it in the morning to give us plenty\nof time to allow the drugs to wear off. We hardly needed her going back into\nthe enclosure and drowning or dying in some equally irresponsible way.\n                We got\nher to the clinic and onto the operating table. I wasn't planning on operating,\nbut the table was anchored to the floor and therefore the most stable place from\nwhich to work. We shoved her over onto the stainless steel top, on her back,\nand strapped her down. While I figured she'd be out for a few hours, I was not\none to take chances. Once she was settled, I told everyone to go about their\nregular duties, and that I'd call them on the two way radios when I was ready\nfor them.\n                I\nexamined her bite, finding it clean, but likely to leave a scar. I don't think\nanyone would noticed such a thing on an alligator. Still, I figured I'd better\ndo something or my superiors would pick apart my abilities. I got some heavy\ncatgut and put a few stitches in, pulling the worse of the holes together. The\nmaterial would quicken her healing time and dissolve when they were done being\nuseful.\n                I did a\nthorough exam on her. There was no point in wasting the drugs on just an unnecessary\nstitching job. Her teeth were good, her skin excellent, and overall at about\nseven feet long, she was as healthy a reptile as you could get, sans the recent\nmauling. It was then that I got my idea.\n                She was\na female, and as such possessing a birth canal. I had never ever thought of\nreptiles in a sexual way before, mostly because there weren't that many capable\nof being screwed. She was of a size, but an alligator's normal reaction to humans\nmade any move into that territory dangerous to the point of being deadly.\n                But here\nshe was, out like a light and spread out on my table. I grabbed the lube and did\na little exploring. Her scale-lined hole was closed up tight, but it gave way\nunder my probing fingers. I sank in two digits until I was all the way to up to\nmy knuckles and a little pink tissue was exposed. In that instant I made my\ndecision. It was now or never.\n                I went\nover and locked the doors to the clinic. I was going to make this fast, but I\nknew my chances were good that just as soon as I didn't  secure them someone would walk in on me. I\nstripped down completely, stroked my cock to life, lubed it up and climbed up\non the table.\n                I was actually\nshaking a little. Never before had I tried to have sex with an animal during work\nhours. On top of that, I had never considered the possibilities of sex with\nsomething like an alligator. But all that disappeared when I dropped into her\nand pressed myself against her scaly belly.\n                As I\nexpected, she fell a lot cooler than any of my other companions. I don't think\nI need to explain why, but in case you're ignorant of reptile physiology, they\nare considered cold blooded, being that they have no internal method for maintaining\na consistent body heat. They have to sun themselves when cold, and go into the\nwater when they're too warm. Right now, she was probably a few degrees cooler\nthan my own temperature. It was weird, but not a turnoff. \n                Her opening\nwas slick with lube, but I could still feel the scales as they dragged across\nthe base of my cock. Inside, she was as slippery and tight as any other partner\nto date. I did a few experimental thrusts, sizing up her toughness. From what I\ncould tell she was as solidly built there in her hole as her entire body was\noverall. I was pretty sure she'd stand up to the quick dose of loving I was planning\non giving her.\n                I\ngrabbed the top set of straps and went to work. I avoided grabbing her body for\nI had no desire to add to her previous injuries on top of making her submit to\nmy sexual perversions. The table was solidly attached to the floor, and she to\nit, and I to her, so I let loose with a barrage of jarring hip thrusts.  For added traction, I hooked my toes into the\nbottommost strap and went to work.\n                If you\nthink what I was doing was terrible, be made aware that I had a few misgivings\nas well. On the other hand, she wasn't going to remember it, and even if she\ndid, I wasn't sure her brain was capable of retaining the incident. And if you really\nthink her hole was too small for me, well know this. A chicken is capable of taking\non a human cock, and an alligator's egg was bigger by far than a mere chicken's.\nShe was in no danger from me.\n                So\nthere I was, straddling a five hundred pound (or more) female alligator, my\nhips working away furiously. I would have preferred to take it slower, but the\nsituation called for fast action on my part. \nStill, I forced myself to slow down a little. This was going to be a\nonce in a life time experience, and I wanted to be able to remember it with at\nleast a little fondness.\n                So I\nworked away and wondered what it would be like if she were awake. That would be\nproblematic, for I doubt she'd have consented to being flipped on her back. I\nwas ill equipped for doing her like a male alligator, because I was neither\nformed that way nor that long and flexible. So to sum it up, this was the only\nway this was ever going to be possible. I sure as hell wasn't brave enough to\nwrestle her for the honor, even if her jaws were clamped shut!\n                The\nonly sound in the clinic was the repeated slap of mammalian flesh against\nreptilian hide.  After a while a slight\ncreaking noise joined in as my rhythmic swaying loosed the tabletop just a\nlittle. After about ten minutes, and with sweat beading up on my brow, my heavy\nbreathing was added to the mix.  I was\nlistening more intently than normal in expectation of someone coming to the clinic\ndoor.\n                Every\nsound became amplified within the confines of the room. I could hear the slosh\nof the lube as my cock made repeated passes into those reptilian depths. I had\nlubed her up good, and it was back splashing with each vigorous thrust.  I changed my the direction of my attack from\nstraight up and down to pushing forward with my feet on each drop. It increased\nthe friction and the pleasure I was deriving from screwing her saurian sex\ntunnel.\n                Eventually\nI couldn't hold back, and with a release that threatened to tear the table from\nits moorings, I had at her with a sex driven fury. My feet were cramping up as\nI dug into the strap, and my motions were rocking the table right out of the\nfloor. My whole body was a sewing machine, and my cock the needle (No jokes or I'll\nbash you one!).\n                My\nballs tightened up and the fluids came rushing out to flow into this thick-skinned\nfemale. I collapsed on top as my body dumped a big load inside her. I lay there\nfor a little while until my cock subsided, and then pulled out with a sigh. I\ntoweled off and rapidly got dressed, pulled the towel across her belly until\nshe too was dry. I dabbed inside her hole for good measure. I didn't want\nanyone to be able to tell anything had happened.\n                I tidied\nup quickly and called on the radio for my crew. They came within minutes and\nhelped me to get her back into the compound. I administered a drug to hasten\nher recovery, and within an hour she was alert and moving around, hardly\nseemingly to notice her damaged leg nor likely much of anything else.\n                I\nthought that maybe I had done something incredible that day, so I began looking\nfor information on such a cross-species connection. There wasn't much you could\nfind back then, not like today, but I did find out that the old chronicler Herodotus\nhad mentioned that the ancient Egyptians were known to have sex with the\nbeasts. Since they didn't have drugs to ply them to sleep, it made me wonder if\nthat was something I might try with a fully waking one. It was food for\nthought. I suppose if I were to die trying, it would be a unique way to go!\n                What do\nI mean? Well if something went wrong, it could be considered a dysfunction; no?\nAnd it would be with a reptile; no? Therefore, I would have died from a bad case of\nreptile dysfunction...\n I'm here all week, so get over it!"}