{"sf1_id":781923,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Devil Wore Black","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":4297,"posted_at":"2014-11-14T19:52:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Feline","Human","Jaguar","M/F","Vaginal","Zoo","Zoophilia","big cat","black","blood","melanistic"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/781923-the-devil-wore-black","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/781923","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=781923\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#17 of A Real Animal Lover\n\n.","content":"                Ok, so\nI like felines. Who doesn't? Even the term feline automatically makes you think\nfemale, now doesn't it? No? Well it does for me. It makes me think of graceful\nlines and sweet curves and fluid movements. Ok, so not all girls are graceful,\nbut then neither are a lot of guys. Work with me here!\n                We had\nother felines at the zoo over the years; some were pretty small, like the\nfishing cats and the ocelots. Trust me, there was going to be no commingling\nthere. But we did have a few others that were definite possibilities, and one\nthat was a reality. And she was on the opposite color palate as Malkia.\n                Her\nname was Belleza, which was appropriately enough Spanish for beauty. And she\nwas; from the tip of her black nose to the end of her ebony tail. She was a\nSouth American girl, and she was a jaguar. Of course, her color was the rarer\ncoat pattern; the type referred to a melanistic. Her rosettes, or spots if you\nwill, were nearly obliterated within a sea of black. Long and sleek, she was a temperamental little bitch to boot. Allow me to elaborate.\n                She was\none of a litter of cubs born at the...well never mind where. I don't want anyone\ntracking this down. She was born domestically, that's all you need to know. She\nwas purchased by the upper management on account of her abnormal color. \n                We got\nher when she was six months old, and she proved to be a handful. I don't know\nwhether she thought she was just playing or what, but she had the habit of\nbiting. If you've been bitten by your pet cat, then you know their teeth are\nsharp. It hurts! Now boost the size up a few notches. Yeah. It hurts a hell of\na lot more! When she was fully grown and still in the habit of biting, you\ntended to wear gloves around her.\n                Now\nunderstand this; I'm not saying she attacked people. No, it just seemed to be\nher way of saying hello I guess. I'll tell you how I broke her of it and more\nif you're patient enough to read on.\n                Bella,\nas I often called her, was an active cat. In the end, we tore out the wall between\ntwo exhibits to give her greater freedom. Under my direction, the new exhibit\nhad a skylight installed, with tree trunks and a running waterfall that ended\nin a little pond, where the water started its journey back through the system.\nIt was a bit ahead of its time, and the managers complained at the cost, but\nwhen it was done, no one said a word. It looked that good! There was one large branch\nthat hung over the pond where she loved to dang her legs over either side. It\nwas also the perfect spot for viewing her.\n                When\nshe was around two years old, and not long after this pen had been finished,\nshe exhibited a change in her behavior. She tended to bite more; bite and then\nrun away with her tail lashing. She also got very noisy and aggressive. I\nfinally took charge of her, not wishing any of the other staff to get injured. \n                One\nday, I was in there doing the mundane work of cleaning her area. One of the\nthings we had forgotten in enlarging the display was adding a feature to\nseparate her from the rest of it, sort of a cage within a cage. But again, let\nme say that she never seriously attacked anyone. She just seemed to like to\nbite. This day, she snuck up, bit my protected hand and in the process, made\noff with my glove.\n                She ran\nup and lay across her tree branch, holding the glove in her teeth. She then\nlaid it on the bark and sniffed it. I was a little put off by her tomfoolery\nand stepped over and yanked it back. She took a half-hearted swipe at me. I\nswatted her nose with the glove. She gave a growl and bared her teeth.\n                It\nescalated from there.\n                She\njumped down and stalked me. All I had was a broom, a dust pan and a bucket.\nThat was it. Apparently she didn't like being sassed. Right about then I was\nthinking how nice it would have been to have had a way of containing her. But\nwhile I was nervous, I wasn't frightened. I could handle myself, and while  I was\nno Jack Hanna, I wasn't stupid enough to turn my back on her either. Always keep them in view.\n                When\nshe made a little lunge at me, however, I did get rather stupid. I sidestepped\nher and jumped her at the same time. I'm afraid I got a little pissed. My\nweight forced her to the ground temporarily, and as I struggled with her, I\nended up with one of her ears in my mouth. So I bit down.\n                Hard.\n                She\nroared in pain, but I refused to let go and even more importantly, I refused to\nget off of her. I was in the superior position and I wasn't about to let loose\nof that advantage. I did let go of her ear, lest I rip it, but I steadfastly\nheld my position. That was no easy task. Big cats are strong. It was only later\nthat I came to the conclusion that her heart wasn't into it.\n                I had\nmy arms around her neck, and the rest of me was across her back. Needless to\nsay that put my crotch somewhere around the base of her tail. Trust me; I\nwasn't thinking sexual thoughts at that moment. I was thinking, why the hell\ndid I come in here alone? \n                What\ncaught my attention was that telltale sign; her feet were pattering on the\nground. I could hear her claws digging into the mock-stone floor in addition to\nfeeling her butt squirming under me. I nearly passed out the change was so\nabrupt. Here she had been getting antsier this whole time because she needed a\nmale jaguar to scratch her itch. And of course, we had no male jaguar. Heck, we\nhad few males in any capacity it seemed. Sure, the two lions, but outside of\nthat, there was nothing.\n                Well.\nThere was me.\n                The\nquestion was, did I feel up to such a thing? Right now she was ready, but it\nwas now only early morning, before the visitors were even allowed in, and I'm sure\none of my coworkers would show up, as they usually did when I was working in\nhere. Seeing me even just like this was going to generate some talk. However, for\nthe moment, it seemed I had just come out on top as the dominant one in this\nrelationship, and I hardly wanted that to escape from my grasp.\n                I sat\nup, much like I was in a saddle, testing the waters to see how she was going to\nreact. 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\nup and off of her. I still didn't trust her any more than I could throw her,\nand she was pretty heavy. I took in a deep breath and leaned back, getting my\nfingers under her tail.\n                Her\nbutt went up like someone had jerked her tail. I was torn. I figured that if I\ncould get her off a little, she might settle down for a while, at least until I\ncould get out of the cage. On the other hand, if I was caught fingering her, I\nwould likely get reported. Truthfully, I should get an award for that, but back\nat his time, people viewed things differently. Since I was stuck between a cat\nand a moral dilemma, I chose to act on the one which was more apt to maim me at\nthe moment.\n                My\nmiddle finger slipped into the warm moist spot as my other fingers spread her\nopen. A low rumble began to emanate from her chest.  So far, so good. The question now was how long\nwould this take? As it was, I was getting a hard-on in my trousers and in to my\npresent position, it was getting uncomfortable.\n                With my\nmiddle finger in place I curled my index and ring finger and rubbed them across\nher rectum. She was definitely in heat. And here I was, sitting like a cowboy\non top of a hormonal jaguar in a glass encased cage.  Not knowing what else to do, I fingered her\nfor the next five or six minutes, keeping my eyes peeled on the back door.\nThankfully, I would be able to see anyone coming in before they would see me.\n                I so\nwould have done her right then and there if it weren't for the time of day. But\nwhat could I do? Nothing of course. In another hour the zoo would be filled\nwith kids and moms, and the last thing any of them needed to see was some guy\ngoing down on a big black cat. On the other side of the coin though, they would\nwalk away from the zoo with an entirely different outlook on human/animal\nrelations!\n                I\nworked her over for a few more minutes, actually getting my two fingers partly\ninside her ass. I finally gave up when my hand started to cramp up from the odd\nangle and stiffened fingers. I patted her flanks and said \"Sorry girl. I have\nto go. Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll see you tonight.\"\n                I was\non my feet just in time too. Mary, one of the animal caretakers came into the\nbuilding. She got one look at Bella and me standing over and grinned. \"What the\nhell did you do to her? She looks like you sedated her!\"\n                \"We\njust had it out, so to speak. I got a little tired of her biting, so I bit her\nback!\"\n                \"You\ndidn't!\" she said unbelieving.\n                \"Left ear.\nWe just got done having a talking to.\"\n                \"You're\neither foolish or brave. I don't know which.\"\n                \"Probably\na little of both. We'll see though. Maybe...just maybe this will do some good in\nthe long run.\"\n                I\ngathered my tools and left her behind. She turned to stare at me, emitting a\nsqueaky roar as I stepped through the door. \"Don't worry girl. I'll be back.\"\n                She was\non my mind the rest of the day. I stayed out of her building though, for I\ndidn't want her to get riled up upon seeing me, but not getting to have me. It made for\na 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\nknowing my propensity for cat naps, set an alarm. \n                It went\noff and scared the crap out of me.  It\ntook me a moment to clear my head as to why I set the alarm for such a strange\ntime. Then I remembered. Bella! I didn't jump up right away. I sat there and\nwondered if this was a wise thing to be doing. Unlike some of the other big\ncats which had gone rather soft on humans, Bella was still a bit of a biter, as\nthis morning's incident had shown. Going in there might not be the wisest thing\nI could do.\n                But\nthinking back on my experiences, I figured if I could survive a tiger, I could\nsurvive a jaguar. She was obviously in heat, and I was the only available male.\nI made up my mind, and forgoing the lube I normally carried to such a\nrendezvous, I walked across the zoo still in my uniform. If they found me dead,\nat least they'd think I was in there on some job related thing, even if I might\nbe partially undressed. My guess is that they'd just blame poor Bella.\n                She was\nprowling the edge of the exhibit when I flipped the lights on. She blinked in\nthe abrupt glare before turning her eyes on me. She opened her mouth and made a\nlittle, quiet snarl.\n                \"Hey, I\ntold you I had to wait. This isn't the Amazon girl. I have stuff to do. I just\nhope you're sill in the mood!\"\n                I\nunlocked the door, closing and locking it behind me. While that may sound\nstupid, I was only going to risk myself. If she got loose, even just into the\nmain building, they would likely shoot her first and ask how she got out later.\nI turned to face her, for I wasn't foolish to have my back to her for very\nlong. And damn if she didn't come up and bite my hand!\n                This\ntime she did it hard enough to puncture the glove and the skin underneath. When\nI instinctively jerked it back, the glove came off in her mouth. She ran and took it with\nher, leaving me standing there with blood dripping down my hand.  I stared at the crimson rivulet and the anger\nbuilt up inside me. I was here because she needed a mate and this is how I was\nrewarded?!\n                I\nripped off the other glove and dove after her. It was a bit insane, but then\nagain, at that moment, so was I. She heard me coming, but I think she hardly\nexpected me to tackle her right off her favorite branch. We hit the floor on\nthe other side, just shy of the pond.\n                I was\nso pissed I leaned down in her face and screamed at her. I won't use the\nlanguage I used, but needless to say it was colorful sailor-type words that\nflowed from my mouth. I grabbed her ears and pinned her head against the floor\nas I pelted one insult after another at her. I only let up when I realized that\nshe was actually holding still. I don't know if she understood the reason for\nmy anger, but she seemed quite capable of understanding that I was extremely\nemotional, and it wasn't in a good way.\n                \"Dammit\ngirl! I'm fucking sick of you biting me! I'm going to do you if it's the last\ndamned thing I ever do!\"\n                This\nwhole time she was on her back, with my full weight on her.  She didn't move a muscle, except maybe to\ntwitch a whisker. When I let go of her head, she tilted it and licked my hand\nas if to say she was sorry. It was still bleeding, and for good reason, for she\nhad nicked one of the veins. It hardly mattered. I wouldn't bleed to death from\nit.\n                Since\nmy fingers were slippery with my vital fluid, I took that hand and stuck it\ndown inside her. She held still as I rammed my fingers, all three, in as far in\nas they would go. Yes, I was pissed and therefore acting irrational. Just\nremember; big cats can't be raped. If she wasn't in the mood for it, she would\nhave clawed me to ribbons. \nHer talons never left their\nsheaths. \n                I soon\nwent from angry to horny. I unbuttoned the lower buttons on my shirt, and while\nkeeping an eye on her, I stood and dropped my pants. She took that moment to\nslip off the floor and climb backup on her branch. I was rather pissed, but she\ndraped herself over it at just about the perfect height for my waist. Her front\nwas resting on one of the untrimmed limbs, so if she was happy with it, so was\nI. \n                I came\nup behind her, moved her tail to one side, and ran the back of my hand over my\ncock. Yeah, it sounds gross. It was just another bodily fluid we were going to\nbe exchanging, so get over it. Life can be messy sometimes.\n                Since I\nhad gotten three fingers inside, I knew the most important part of me was going\nto fit too. I grabbed her butt and pushed. She pushed back into me as I slipped\ninside.  At least I was finally facing  the least dangerous end of her!\nI grasped tightly onto her black\nfurred hide, and I think she dug her claws into the wood as I set off on my\njourney. She was certainly immobile, except for a gentle rhythmic swaying as I pumped\nher hot hole. Outside of the slightly tippy-toe stance I had to maintain, this\nwas perfect!\nI had to try several times to get\nmy length all the way inside her, for my fingers had only loosened her up for\nthe first few inches. I was quite alright with that, as the head of my cock\npushed aside virgin tissue for the very first time. Like all big cats, this was\na feeling to die for, and one of these days, I was going to challenge the odds\nand be granted that outcome. But oh, in the meantime, I was in heaven!\nI pummeled that hole, taking out a\nlittle frustration while feeling the pleasure of it. Yeah, I was still a little\npissed at her, despite the fact that I knew dam well she was a wild animal. She\ncouldn't help how she acted. The problem was all mine. I had gotten pampered\nwith the treatment I had received, with such wonderful companions as Malkia,\nwho I believe I've mentioned before. She was as loving as you could get. \nBut then, my aggression was hardly\nnoticed. She was in heat and in the wild, with a true male; she would have been\ntaking a smaller, but much more painful cock than mine. My roughness probably\nwas mere foreplay to her species. As it was, ovulation was probably spurred by\nthose spines. With any luck, we might be able to do this for days without her\nlosing interest.\nShe was such an athletic beast that\ndespite the precariousness of her perch, and my vigor in pounding her backside,\nshe remained nearly motionless. I was impressed. It almost made up for the\ninjury she had given me. But I was still feeling salty about that, so I took\nthat aggression out on her. I have a feeling that she loved every minute of it.\nI concentrated on enjoying her\ninsides, since for the moment, everything else seemed under control. My hand\nwas still bleeding, but since I had it clenched around her thighs, I think that\nwas to be expected. \nShe was hot; then again all felines\nare when compared to our relatively low core temperature. She was slick and\nsmooth on the inside, a telltale sign that she was in heat. And the\nconstriction inside? Whereas Malkia had been heavenly, this girl was definitely\nsomething more sinful. Sort of a Negro Belleza; a Black Beauty. She was the\ndevil to my white angel, the flip side so to speak.\nBesides the ridge of bone, her\ntunnel seemed to be lined with little bumps. Whatever they were, they were\ndelightful. I could feel them when I took slow strokes on the inward slide. She\napparently enjoyed the feeling as well, for her roaring increased as time went\non, though at some moments she'd just sort of stop and change pitch.\n                After\nabout twenty minutes, my feet were starting to cramp. Her cries were getting\nhigher and more strained. If I had thought it would have worked, I would have\nyanked her off the tree and onto the floor so that I could finish this from an easier\nposition. I was wise enough not to try it. Better the bark take the wrath of\nher claws than my skin.\n                Maybe she\nwas a mind reader. Maybe. With an abruptness that scared me nearly as much as\nthe alarm had, she leaped from the branch and off of me, landing on the ground on\nthe other side. She dropped and started licking her hindquarters, her haunches\nshivering slightly. Apparently the \"mating\" had gotten a little over the top.\n                She\nstopped and stared at me. I stared back. If I had to tackle her again...\n                She dropped\nand rolled on the floor. I was well aware that I could be misreading her\nsignals, but seeing as I hadn't blown a wad yet, I took the chance. I ducked\nunder the branch, waddling with my pants around my ankles, and dropped on her\nlike a bomb. She did take a swipe at me, but without her claws. Still, the\nattitude made me edgy.\n                Edgy,\nbut undeterred.\n                Figuring\nit was stupid now to keep them, I pried off my boots and threw the pants on the\nfloor. I slipped back inside her and grabbed her front legs as a precautionary measure.\nEven in the wild, big cats could get aggressive during sex and I was in no way\ntaking any chances.  It might not stop\nher, but it would at least slow her down.\n                I\nplowed into her, hoping to make this fast. She was as unpredictable as I should\nhave known she was going to be. She was one girl I'd never take back to the\nclinic, much less allow her to leave her exhibit. \n                As I\nworked her over again, she kept getting tighter and tighter until, after\nseveral forceful pushes, I found that I couldn't get deep into her anymore. She\nhad closed right up. A male jaguar might have been able to make the narrowed passage,\nbut not me. I was way too thick for that.\n                I finally\ngave up. I could feel her tightening up around me, literally pushing me out.  But I wasn't through. I might not get to have\nthe preferred hole, but there was always a backup. The question was, how would\nshe react? She seemed ok with it before, with my fingers, but a bona fide human\npenis plunging into there might cause a different reaction.\n                There was\nonly one way to find out. Before evaporation could set in, I nailed her ass and\ndrove it in hallway before friction entered the game. She let out a rather noncommittal\ncry which ended when my advance did. I pulled back little and rubbed my hand\nover the area before driving it in again. That was followed by a deeper position\nand another little cry.\n                It took\nthree more attempts before my crotch was kissing her backside. I was in deep. I\ncould feel the whole lower portion of her body twitching. I guess she was\nhaving some sort of orgasm. Even her rectum was trying to participate, and here\nI was, crashing it.\n                Oh\nwell. She'd have to deal with it. I rammed in and out, trying to recharge the\nfeeling I had been getting previously, before I had been so unceremoniously\nevicted. I found it. Her rectum kept tightening down around me as I worked\naway, confident this time that her body couldn't eject me twice. Oh, I think it\ntried, and if she had not been in heat, I would have been dead. But she was and\nI wasn't.\n                It was\nthat pushing, that bearing down she was doing that really tipped the scales. In\nthe end (her end of course) I blew an immense load deep inside her.  Her backend was coming off the floor as I\nforcibly propelled my cock, literally oscillating at breakneck speed, into her\nsupremely delightful hole. It was only after I was on the downward side of the\nact that I even thought about what I had done.\n                Thankfully\nshe never showed any signs of damage from my rather violent outburst. When I\nleft her, she was busy licking her parts. I took the opportunity to gather my\nstuff and depart relatively unscathed. I knew I was leaving evidence behind in\nthe form of blood, but my instincts told me that she'd either lick it up (not\nthe best solution) or else it'd be there in the morning and I'd clean it up.\n                I\ntended to my hand, thankful that it looked more like I had caught it on metal\nthan a true bite. I washed it and wrapped it, feeling that for the experience I\njust had, it was a small price to pay. She was devilishly tricky to deal with,\nand unless she proved to be more amiable over the course of the next few days, she\nwas 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."}