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                We've

talked about some of the stranger animals, but how about the most beautiful?

That might put me on the spot, because so many animals are lovely in their own

right. Thus it then boils down to the eye of the beholder. That would be my

eye. And I will confess that I did have a few favorites. Here is one of them.                Her

name was Malkia, which I guess means queen in some foreign language. We got her

and her brother as cubs. This was back when the species wasn't as endangered as

it is today. I can't tell you where we got them, or how we got them, or much of

anything about those details. The fact is we got them and that's all that

matters.                Malkia

grew up with us, as did her brother. They were a lot like house cats, except

that they grew much faster and overtook the normal cat size in the matter of

weeks. By the time they filled out, they were more than a simple handful.                That

didn't stop them from still acting like tabbies. It was hard to visualize them

as being wild creatures when they would play with toys or fall asleep in your

lap.  Of course, given enough time, even

my lap was hardly a place for either of them to sit. Malkia took to falling

asleep up and over my shoulder. She was a hundred pounds-plus of purring feline

and her presence in your lap was nothing you could ignore.                As you

can guess, they spent a lot of time outside of their enclosures, working with

the staff and sometimes even eating with us. They were amazingly well behaved

for a top carnivore. I suppose it was all of the human interaction they got in lieu

of having a mother to teach them proper big-cat behavior.                 Looking

back on it, they should have been in a breeding program, but I believe that

I've mentioned already that back then zoos were more about the visitors than

the animals. They ended up more like celebrities than caged specimens.                I spent

no more time with them than anyone else, and it was all on the up and up. I

mean what I'm saying. I wasn't looking for anything more than having them

fitting in around the zoo. It wasn't like I didn't have other outlets. So for

well over a year and a half I made no moves with her at all. Oh, I had thoughts

on it; for when that soft furry body was draped over mine, and especially when

she was sitting on my lap, with her rear-end pressing against my front, I had the

most improper thoughts.                 It

happened for the first time when she was two years old. I used to give shows of

a sort, exhibiting those animals which could be trusted or easily controlled,

such as the Great Horned Owl, and one of our bandicoots, and a few of the

smaller, yet equally exotic animals. We varied it up from week to week, displaying

pythons and monitor lizards, and even such mild mannered things as rabbits and

guinea pigs. Most of the kids lived in the city, so any animal was new and fantastic.                Anyway,

back to Malkia. She was a big girl, probably on account of the superior diet she

got, as opposed to what her cousins in the wild might have a chance to eat. She

remained a calm and cooperative feline, becoming the star of the show week in

and week out. She probably gave everyone the idea that any large cat with a

handsome coat was just looking for belly rubs and ear scratches. That was as

far from the truth as you can get.                Still...                She was

an adorable, oversized pussycat in almost all possible ways. She never showed

an ounce of aggression, nor did we ever give her reason to. That tail was a

magnificent thing, at over three feet long. Her gray-green eyes were piercing,

and her fur, while based in white was overlaid with grayish-brown highlights

and dark spots.  Her teeth were as sharp

as you'd expect, and her nails, well, let's just say that we did keep those

trimmed up. Retractable or not, we didn't want to be accidentally clawed by

those big beautiful paws. I don't think she'd ever do it on purpose, but there

were some things that you just didn't bother risking.                During

the hottest months both of them were often kept indoors at the clinic, in

separate cages. They weren't called Snow Leopards for nothing. They were used

to higher elevations and colder climes. They were pretty tough along those

lines, but by the same token they didn't do well when the air became tropical.

Winter was their preferred time of year, and as it turns out, it was also

breeding season.  I didn't know that or I

might have been more prepared.     Let me tell you what happened.                Where the

zoo was located was not in a normally heavy snow zone. We got chilly more often

than we got freezing weather, and the snows were usually light. But there was

one winter that made the record books, and if you're too young to remember it,

go look it up.                 It hit

at the end of January and into the beginning of February, depending on where

you were at. Now, before I go on, you're probably thinking to yourself; why

would we be worried about Snow Leopards during a snow storm? I'll tell you why.                All the

other animals had decent indoor shelters for bad weather, except for them. It

was deemed unnecessary, for the winters weren't all that severe. Everyone else

could be taken inside, except for these guys. I wasn't initially worried about

them, not with everything else I had to worry about.  We had thankfully stocked up ahead of time on

supplies, though as it turns out it was just barely so.                 I was

there alone. I don't think anyone believed that it was going to be as bad as it

was. Certainly not I. So if it hadn't been for the precautions we had in place,

it would have ended up a disaster. Everyone went home ahead of the storm and

left me to handle everything.                Well,

we'll get to that. As it was, I brought in the leopards and put them in two

large cages inside the clinic. I did this in part because the weather was

horrible, but mostly because I feared the snow was going to drift and

accumulate, allowing them to escape. That's the last thing I needed.                 At one

point I did have to wade through the drifts to activate the emergency

generator. It was a huge diesel thing and I feared it wasn't going to start for

me. But it did, and we had minimal power for the next three days. I waded

through even deeper snow on the way back, and when I entered the clinic door, a

good bushel of drifting flakes followed me in.                I

locked the door and made sure the windows were tight. Even with them sealed up,

I could feel tiny drafts coming in. After making certain I was as set as I

could be, I turned on the television, but the channels were coming in poorly

thanks to the storm. With nothing else to do, I decided to let Malkia out to

roam at her leisure. She sniffed around the rooms for a while before coming

back and settling down on the floor in front of me. I normally would have been

in bare feet so I would have massaged her fur with my toes, but it was bloody

cold.                Apparently

even she began to notice the floor was a little chillier than she liked, for

she crawled up on my lap and draped herself over my shoulders. She wasn't a tiger

by any means, but she was no lightweight either. I would have complained had

she not been so warm and comfortable. I did however find her constant licking

of my face to be moderately objectionable.                 What I

didn't find to be a problem was her warmth on my crotch. I was still dressed

and I had intended to remain so due to the cold. On the other hand, there was

nothing to say she would be interested in engaging in such things. She was

often a little lovey-dovey, so her cuddling meant nothing. But I was still

curious. It would be a wonderful way to stay occupied during the long cold

night.                  I took

my hand and worked it up under her tail. That big, fluffy switching appendage moved

aside as I did. I found her compact hole and rubbed the outside, giving her

external parts a light pinch between my fingers. I felt her rear feet move and

the claws come out a little. I was thankful she had had them trimmed recently.

Even through my thick work pants I could feel them dig in a little.                I

slipped a finger in and she immediately began purring loader. I got a hard-on

just listening to that rumble. It seemed she was in heat! The problem was, I

had no desire to strip, not with the light chill in the room. I decided to

compromise.  Moving my hands and undoing

my belt, and then loosening my snap and zipper, I lifted up and awkwardly pulled

my trousers down around my knees. The seat of the chair was cold against my ass

and I jumped a little at the sudden shock.                My cock

jabbed her in the ass and she pressed down in response to the poke. I guess

that answered any questions concerning where this was going to go. She was

ready. I had to arrange her, which proved to be a little more difficult than I

expected. For one, this was far from a normal position for feline mating.                 Secondly,

I felt that this was going to need lube, for while she was a good sized girl,

she was still a feline and not built to take something like I was about to give

her. The problem was, I would have to get up, and of course dislodge her; get

the cold lube and try putting some in place before starting. That really didn't

appeal. So I moved her around until she was directly over my cock. I glided my

hand underneath and spread her as wide open as I could and tried to get inside.                She was

generating a fair amount of moisture on her own, but I hardly felt it was going

to be enough. No knowing what else to do, I pushed into her. As I predicted I

didn't fit; at least not right away. I could feel the head of my cock pressing

against the tight ridge of bone of her pelvis. Since she was cooperating, I

grabbed her ass and pulled her forward, towards me, and changed the angle of my

attack. That was enough to fix the problem. A hundred and twenty pounds of

feline majesty slide down over my meat with a happy growl.                 It was enough to make me forget me present

predicament. What snowstorm? I would be warm day and night for I had just found

my newest, favorite, fuzzy comforter.                  Her

front paws gripped my shoulders as she licked my face almost compulsively. I

could have done without that, but it was tolerable under the circumstances. I

think it was just her reacting to having that itch scratched, and with

something far bigger than her male counterpart could ever give. She was as

tight as Olive had been, which made sense considering their similar anatomy.                 I was

very nearly content to just leave her sitting there, impaled on my cock while seated

on my lap. She wasn't moving, for in nature her job was to hold still. I was in

a precarious position, sitting where I was, and had to come up with an idea as

to how to proceed. Since her rear legs (and claws) were digging into me, I

carefully lifted one, and then the other, off and down on the seat of the

chair. It was cramped but easier and safer for me.                I put

my hands under her butt and pulled her up towards me. Her hole grasped me the

whole time, working to keep me from slipping out.  There was no danger of that, considering my

length and how little leaway I had. I could maybe get half way out before I ran

out of working room. Then it was back down again.                I'm

telling you right now my arms were killing me by the time I was done. You try

curling that much weight for an extended period. Hey, I was in great shape at

the time and in the end it still proved to be one hell of a work out, though

worth every ounce of burn.                So

there I was, in the middle of a blizzard, screwing away on our female Snow

Leopard. Sort of poetic, isn't it? The only thing that might have made it more

so was being out in that howling maelstrom doing it. No thanks. Indoors was

just fine.                I was

ignoring the chill in the room for the heat on my lap. She was one hot little

mama, what with her higher body temp and raging hormones. I slipped her up and

down my cock with deliberate precision, feeling each and every nuance her

tunnel had to offer. I wasn't in a rush because there was no way in hell anyone

was going to catch me. We were alone for the duration. It was her and I and no

one else.                More

than once I wanted to try standing and taking her to my bed. It would have been

easier, but I was for the moment stuck where I was. After a little while, maybe

ten minutes, I thought I noticed her pressing down on my shoulders when I was

lifting her up I stopped for a second and she kept going, putting more effort

into it to take up my slack. I was surprised and impressed. My arms were

already hurting so the respite was welcome.                That

didn't last long; that is to say, allowing her to carry on alone. She moved her

back paws up on my legs again and trimmed claws or not, that was something I

wasn't prepared to deal with. Soon I moved them back to the chair and resumed

lifting her up and down. We reached an equilibrium of sorts that worked out

fine in the end.                The

feeling of that hot hole slipping over my cock was phenomenal.  There is something about the feline

construction that made them ideal lovers when you could get away with it. I

would have to say that in large part, it was how compact and muscular they were

overall, and how tight that hole was. And the ridge of bone, once you were inside,

applied some very nice pressure on my cock. Overall she was, out of a scale of

one to ten, an eleven.                I sat

in that chair for a full thirty minutes, and unlike modern furniture, it was

designed to handle some pretty rough stuff. At the end of round one we had that

poor thing creaking and groaning under the stress of our intense abuse of it.

As it was, Malkia ended up with her paws on the back of the seat instead on my

shoulders, and the material ended up torn from her claws. Better it than me!                The

same can be said for the seat, for she was working her paws and claws in time

to my thrusts.  As I picked up speed,

those dulled talons of hers still managed to shred the old naugahyde material

into bits. Better it than my skin, let me tell you!                In the

end, I worked her over like her body was a pile driver and my cock was the post.

I was slamming her backend down with unrestrained vigor, wishing for the

feeling to never end.  When she started

mewling, allowing that to blossom into a feral cry, I figured it was time to dump my

load. I picked up even more speed and began pushing against the floor to give

me a little more leverage. She was bouncing up and down, the chair was shaking.

When I finally blew it was the most fantastic feeling ever.                I let

go of her as my balls unleashed their fury, so that her entire weight was

pressing down on my crotch. Her muscles were clenching tightly as the fluid roared

into her. Her whole body tensed up and she let off a constrained growl as we

managed to come at the same time. It was trippy good fun and I was already looking

forward to the next time. Trust me, I figured we were going to be stuck

together for a few days, and in the end I was right.                She

shared my bed later that night, and we went at it again. I had no idea that when

they came into heat, they were voracious in their sexual appetites. I might

even tell you more about our continued trysts, if you ask nicely. I will tell

you this; by the time they got the roadways to the zoo cleared out and help

finally arrived, I was exhausted. But that comes with the rest of the story.