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                Ok, so

I like felines. Who doesn't? Even the term feline automatically makes you think

female, now doesn't it? No? Well it does for me. It makes me think of graceful

lines and sweet curves and fluid movements. Ok, so not all girls are graceful,

but then neither are a lot of guys. Work with me here!

                We had

other felines at the zoo over the years; some were pretty small, like the

fishing cats and the ocelots. Trust me, there was going to be no commingling

there. But we did have a few others that were definite possibilities, and one

that was a reality. And she was on the opposite color palate as Malkia.

                Her

name was Belleza, which was appropriately enough Spanish for beauty. And she

was; from the tip of her black nose to the end of her ebony tail. She was a

South American girl, and she was a jaguar. Of course, her color was the rarer

coat pattern; the type referred to a melanistic. Her rosettes, or spots if you

will, were nearly obliterated within a sea of black. Long and sleek, she was a temperamental little bitch to boot. Allow me to elaborate.

                She was

one of a litter of cubs born at the...well never mind where. I don't want anyone

tracking this down. She was born domestically, that's all you need to know. She

was purchased by the upper management on account of her abnormal color.

                We got

her when she was six months old, and she proved to be a handful. I don't know

whether she thought she was just playing or what, but she had the habit of

biting. If you've been bitten by your pet cat, then you know their teeth are

sharp. It hurts! Now boost the size up a few notches. Yeah. It hurts a hell of

a lot more! When she was fully grown and still in the habit of biting, you

tended to wear gloves around her.

                Now

understand this; I'm not saying she attacked people. No, it just seemed to be

her way of saying hello I guess. I'll tell you how I broke her of it and more

if you're patient enough to read on.

                Bella,

as I often called her, was an active cat. In the end, we tore out the wall between

two exhibits to give her greater freedom. Under my direction, the new exhibit

had a skylight installed, with tree trunks and a running waterfall that ended

in a little pond, where the water started its journey back through the system.

It was a bit ahead of its time, and the managers complained at the cost, but

when it was done, no one said a word. It looked that good! There was one large branch

that hung over the pond where she loved to dang her legs over either side. It

was also the perfect spot for viewing her.

                When

she was around two years old, and not long after this pen had been finished,

she exhibited a change in her behavior. She tended to bite more; bite and then

run away with her tail lashing. She also got very noisy and aggressive. I

finally took charge of her, not wishing any of the other staff to get injured.

                One

day, I was in there doing the mundane work of cleaning her area. One of the

things we had forgotten in enlarging the display was adding a feature to

separate her from the rest of it, sort of a cage within a cage. But again, let

me say that she never seriously attacked anyone. She just seemed to like to

bite. This day, she snuck up, bit my protected hand and in the process, made

off with my glove.

                She ran

up and lay across her tree branch, holding the glove in her teeth. She then

laid it on the bark and sniffed it. I was a little put off by her tomfoolery

and stepped over and yanked it back. She took a half-hearted swipe at me. I

swatted her nose with the glove. She gave a growl and bared her teeth.

                It

escalated from there.

                She

jumped down and stalked me. All I had was a broom, a dust pan and a bucket.

That was it. Apparently she didn't like being sassed. Right about then I was

thinking how nice it would have been to have had a way of containing her. But

while I was nervous, I wasn't frightened. I could handle myself, and while  I was

no Jack Hanna, I wasn't stupid enough to turn my back on her either. Always keep them in view.

                When

she made a little lunge at me, however, I did get rather stupid. I sidestepped

her and jumped her at the same time. I'm afraid I got a little pissed. My

weight forced her to the ground temporarily, and as I struggled with her, I

ended up with one of her ears in my mouth. So I bit down.

                Hard.

                She

roared in pain, but I refused to let go and even more importantly, I refused to

get off of her. I was in the superior position and I wasn't about to let loose

of that advantage. I did let go of her ear, lest I rip it, but I steadfastly

held my position. That was no easy task. Big cats are strong. It was only later

that I came to the conclusion that her heart wasn't into it.

                I had

my arms around her neck, and the rest of me was across her back. Needless to

say that put my crotch somewhere around the base of her tail. Trust me; I

wasn't thinking sexual thoughts at that moment. I was thinking, why the hell

did I come in here alone?

                What

caught my attention was that telltale sign; her feet were pattering on the

ground. I could hear her claws digging into the mock-stone floor in addition to

feeling her butt squirming under me. I nearly passed out the change was so

abrupt. Here she had been getting antsier this whole time because she needed a

male jaguar to scratch her itch. And of course, we had no male jaguar. Heck, we

had few males in any capacity it seemed. Sure, the two lions, but outside of

that, there was nothing.

                Well.

There was me.

                The

question was, did I feel up to such a thing? Right now she was ready, but it

was now only early morning, before the visitors were even allowed in, and I'm sure

one of my coworkers would show up, as they usually did when I was working in

here. Seeing me even just like this was going to generate some talk. However, for

the moment, it seemed I had just come out on top as the dominant one in this

relationship, and I hardly wanted that to escape from my grasp.

                I sat

up, much like I was in a saddle, testing the waters to see how she was going to

react. She turned her head and snarled at me, but she was presently all growl and no bite. That was a nice change. The next thing for me was going to be in getting

up and off of her. I still didn't trust her any more than I could throw her,

and she was pretty heavy. I took in a deep breath and leaned back, getting my

fingers under her tail.

                Her

butt went up like someone had jerked her tail. I was torn. I figured that if I

could get her off a little, she might settle down for a while, at least until I

could get out of the cage. On the other hand, if I was caught fingering her, I

would likely get reported. Truthfully, I should get an award for that, but back

at his time, people viewed things differently. Since I was stuck between a cat

and a moral dilemma, I chose to act on the one which was more apt to maim me at

the moment.

                My

middle finger slipped into the warm moist spot as my other fingers spread her

open. A low rumble began to emanate from her chest.  So far, so good. The question now was how long

would this take? As it was, I was getting a hard-on in my trousers and in to my

present position, it was getting uncomfortable.

                With my

middle finger in place I curled my index and ring finger and rubbed them across

her rectum. She was definitely in heat. And here I was, sitting like a cowboy

on top of a hormonal jaguar in a glass encased cage.  Not knowing what else to do, I fingered her

for the next five or six minutes, keeping my eyes peeled on the back door.

Thankfully, I would be able to see anyone coming in before they would see me.

                I so

would have done her right then and there if it weren't for the time of day. But

what could I do? Nothing of course. In another hour the zoo would be filled

with kids and moms, and the last thing any of them needed to see was some guy

going down on a big black cat. On the other side of the coin though, they would

walk away from the zoo with an entirely different outlook on human/animal

relations!

                I

worked her over for a few more minutes, actually getting my two fingers partly

inside her ass. I finally gave up when my hand started to cramp up from the odd

angle and stiffened fingers. I patted her flanks and said "Sorry girl. I have

to go. Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll see you tonight."

                I was

on my feet just in time too. Mary, one of the animal caretakers came into the

building. She got one look at Bella and me standing over and grinned. "What the

hell did you do to her? She looks like you sedated her!"

                "We

just had it out, so to speak. I got a little tired of her biting, so I bit her

back!"

                "You

didn't!" she said unbelieving.

                "Left ear.

We just got done having a talking to."

                "You're

either foolish or brave. I don't know which."

                "Probably

a little of both. We'll see though. Maybe...just maybe this will do some good in

the long run."

                I

gathered my tools and left her behind. She turned to stare at me, emitting a

squeaky roar as I stepped through the door. "Don't worry girl. I'll be back."

                She was

on my mind the rest of the day. I stayed out of her building though, for I

didn't want her to get riled up upon seeing me, but not getting to have me. It made for

a long day. When work was done, I went back and got something to eat.  I sat down in the chair for a rest break, and

knowing my propensity for cat naps, set an alarm.

                It went

off and scared the crap out of me.  It

took me a moment to clear my head as to why I set the alarm for such a strange

time. Then I remembered. Bella! I didn't jump up right away. I sat there and

wondered if this was a wise thing to be doing. Unlike some of the other big

cats which had gone rather soft on humans, Bella was still a bit of a biter, as

this morning's incident had shown. Going in there might not be the wisest thing

I could do.

                But

thinking back on my experiences, I figured if I could survive a tiger, I could

survive a jaguar. She was obviously in heat, and I was the only available male.

I made up my mind, and forgoing the lube I normally carried to such a

rendezvous, I walked across the zoo still in my uniform. If they found me dead,

at least they'd think I was in there on some job related thing, even if I might

be partially undressed. My guess is that they'd just blame poor Bella.

                She was

prowling the edge of the exhibit when I flipped the lights on. She blinked in

the abrupt glare before turning her eyes on me. She opened her mouth and made a

little, quiet snarl.

                "Hey, I

told you I had to wait. This isn't the Amazon girl. I have stuff to do. I just

hope you're sill in the mood!"

                I

unlocked the door, closing and locking it behind me. While that may sound

stupid, I was only going to risk myself. If she got loose, even just into the

main building, they would likely shoot her first and ask how she got out later.

I turned to face her, for I wasn't foolish to have my back to her for very

long. And damn if she didn't come up and bite my hand!

                This

time she did it hard enough to puncture the glove and the skin underneath. When

I instinctively jerked it back, the glove came off in her mouth. She ran and took it with

her, leaving me standing there with blood dripping down my hand.  I stared at the crimson rivulet and the anger

built up inside me. I was here because she needed a mate and this is how I was

rewarded?!

                I

ripped off the other glove and dove after her. It was a bit insane, but then

again, at that moment, so was I. She heard me coming, but I think she hardly

expected me to tackle her right off her favorite branch. We hit the floor on

the other side, just shy of the pond.

                I was

so pissed I leaned down in her face and screamed at her. I won't use the

language I used, but needless to say it was colorful sailor-type words that

flowed from my mouth. I grabbed her ears and pinned her head against the floor

as I pelted one insult after another at her. I only let up when I realized that

she was actually holding still. I don't know if she understood the reason for

my anger, but she seemed quite capable of understanding that I was extremely

emotional, and it wasn't in a good way.

                "Dammit

girl! I'm fucking sick of you biting me! I'm going to do you if it's the last

damned thing I ever do!"

                This

whole time she was on her back, with my full weight on her.  She didn't move a muscle, except maybe to

twitch a whisker. When I let go of her head, she tilted it and licked my hand

as if to say she was sorry. It was still bleeding, and for good reason, for she

had nicked one of the veins. It hardly mattered. I wouldn't bleed to death from

it.

                Since

my fingers were slippery with my vital fluid, I took that hand and stuck it

down inside her. She held still as I rammed my fingers, all three, in as far in

as they would go. Yes, I was pissed and therefore acting irrational. Just

remember; big cats can't be raped. If she wasn't in the mood for it, she would

have clawed me to ribbons.

Her talons never left their

sheaths.

                I soon

went from angry to horny. I unbuttoned the lower buttons on my shirt, and while

keeping an eye on her, I stood and dropped my pants. She took that moment to

slip off the floor and climb backup on her branch. I was rather pissed, but she

draped herself over it at just about the perfect height for my waist. Her front

was resting on one of the untrimmed limbs, so if she was happy with it, so was

I.

                I came

up behind her, moved her tail to one side, and ran the back of my hand over my

cock. Yeah, it sounds gross. It was just another bodily fluid we were going to

be exchanging, so get over it. Life can be messy sometimes.

                Since I

had gotten three fingers inside, I knew the most important part of me was going

to fit too. I grabbed her butt and pushed. She pushed back into me as I slipped

inside.  At least I was finally facing  the least dangerous end of her!

I grasped tightly onto her black

furred hide, and I think she dug her claws into the wood as I set off on my

journey. She was certainly immobile, except for a gentle rhythmic swaying as I pumped

her hot hole. Outside of the slightly tippy-toe stance I had to maintain, this

was perfect!

I had to try several times to get

my length all the way inside her, for my fingers had only loosened her up for

the first few inches. I was quite alright with that, as the head of my cock

pushed aside virgin tissue for the very first time. Like all big cats, this was

a feeling to die for, and one of these days, I was going to challenge the odds

and be granted that outcome. But oh, in the meantime, I was in heaven!

I pummeled that hole, taking out a

little frustration while feeling the pleasure of it. Yeah, I was still a little

pissed at her, despite the fact that I knew dam well she was a wild animal. She

couldn't help how she acted. The problem was all mine. I had gotten pampered

with the treatment I had received, with such wonderful companions as Malkia,

who I believe I've mentioned before. She was as loving as you could get.

But then, my aggression was hardly

noticed. She was in heat and in the wild, with a true male; she would have been

taking a smaller, but much more painful cock than mine. My roughness probably

was mere foreplay to her species. As it was, ovulation was probably spurred by

those spines. With any luck, we might be able to do this for days without her

losing interest.

She was such an athletic beast that

despite the precariousness of her perch, and my vigor in pounding her backside,

she remained nearly motionless. I was impressed. It almost made up for the

injury she had given me. But I was still feeling salty about that, so I took

that aggression out on her. I have a feeling that she loved every minute of it.

I concentrated on enjoying her

insides, since for the moment, everything else seemed under control. My hand

was still bleeding, but since I had it clenched around her thighs, I think that

was to be expected.

She was hot; then again all felines

are when compared to our relatively low core temperature. She was slick and

smooth on the inside, a telltale sign that she was in heat. And the

constriction inside? Whereas Malkia had been heavenly, this girl was definitely

something more sinful. Sort of a Negro Belleza; a Black Beauty. She was the

devil to my white angel, the flip side so to speak.

Besides the ridge of bone, her

tunnel seemed to be lined with little bumps. Whatever they were, they were

delightful. I could feel them when I took slow strokes on the inward slide. She

apparently enjoyed the feeling as well, for her roaring increased as time went

on, though at some moments she'd just sort of stop and change pitch.

                After

about twenty minutes, my feet were starting to cramp. Her cries were getting

higher and more strained. If I had thought it would have worked, I would have

yanked her off the tree and onto the floor so that I could finish this from an easier

position. I was wise enough not to try it. Better the bark take the wrath of

her claws than my skin.

                Maybe she

was a mind reader. Maybe. With an abruptness that scared me nearly as much as

the alarm had, she leaped from the branch and off of me, landing on the ground on

the other side. She dropped and started licking her hindquarters, her haunches

shivering slightly. Apparently the "mating" had gotten a little over the top.

                She

stopped and stared at me. I stared back. If I had to tackle her again...

                She dropped

and rolled on the floor. I was well aware that I could be misreading her

signals, but seeing as I hadn't blown a wad yet, I took the chance. I ducked

under the branch, waddling with my pants around my ankles, and dropped on her

like a bomb. She did take a swipe at me, but without her claws. Still, the

attitude made me edgy.

                Edgy,

but undeterred.

                Figuring

it was stupid now to keep them, I pried off my boots and threw the pants on the

floor. I slipped back inside her and grabbed her front legs as a precautionary measure.

Even in the wild, big cats could get aggressive during sex and I was in no way

taking any chances.  It might not stop

her, but it would at least slow her down.

                I

plowed into her, hoping to make this fast. She was as unpredictable as I should

have known she was going to be. She was one girl I'd never take back to the

clinic, much less allow her to leave her exhibit.

                As I

worked her over again, she kept getting tighter and tighter until, after

several forceful pushes, I found that I couldn't get deep into her anymore. She

had closed right up. A male jaguar might have been able to make the narrowed passage,

but not me. I was way too thick for that.

                I finally

gave up. I could feel her tightening up around me, literally pushing me out.  But I wasn't through. I might not get to have

the preferred hole, but there was always a backup. The question was, how would

she react? She seemed ok with it before, with my fingers, but a bona fide human

penis plunging into there might cause a different reaction.

                There was

only one way to find out. Before evaporation could set in, I nailed her ass and

drove it in hallway before friction entered the game. She let out a rather noncommittal

cry which ended when my advance did. I pulled back little and rubbed my hand

over the area before driving it in again. That was followed by a deeper position

and another little cry.

                It took

three more attempts before my crotch was kissing her backside. I was in deep. I

could feel the whole lower portion of her body twitching. I guess she was

having some sort of orgasm. Even her rectum was trying to participate, and here

I was, crashing it.

                Oh

well. She'd have to deal with it. I rammed in and out, trying to recharge the

feeling I had been getting previously, before I had been so unceremoniously

evicted. I found it. Her rectum kept tightening down around me as I worked

away, confident this time that her body couldn't eject me twice. Oh, I think it

tried, and if she had not been in heat, I would have been dead. But she was and

I wasn't.

                It was

that pushing, that bearing down she was doing that really tipped the scales. In

the end (her end of course) I blew an immense load deep inside her.  Her backend was coming off the floor as I

forcibly propelled my cock, literally oscillating at breakneck speed, into her

supremely delightful hole. It was only after I was on the downward side of the

act that I even thought about what I had done.

                Thankfully

she never showed any signs of damage from my rather violent outburst. When I

left her, she was busy licking her parts. I took the opportunity to gather my

stuff and depart relatively unscathed. I knew I was leaving evidence behind in

the form of blood, but my instincts told me that she'd either lick it up (not

the best solution) or else it'd be there in the morning and I'd clean it up.

                I

tended to my hand, thankful that it looked more like I had caught it on metal

than a true bite. I washed it and wrapped it, feeling that for the experience I

just had, it was a small price to pay. She was devilishly tricky to deal with,

and unless she proved to be more amiable over the course of the next few days, she

was going to be spending her time alone.          I checked on her the next day, all the while evading questions about my injury. I finally chalked it up to a sharp can lid. Electric can openers can leave some nasty sharp  edges you know. Bella was pacing the her cage, and knowing I had to clean it up, I stepped in and waited. The ole girl came right up and rubbed her head under my injured hand. So it seemed our temperamental girl just needed a little of the right attention to cure her quirk. I guess I was going to have to repeat the dose of her prescribed treatment to rid her of it entirely. Devil or no, she was going to have to fit in with my harem whether she liked it or not.