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                So

where do I go next?

  Yes, I was a busy boy behind the

scenes of the day to day operations of the zoo. The fact was, the management

got to the point where they suggested that I move off site and let some newbie

take over the clinic space. They were afraid I was being overworked. I politely

smiled and told them that until they sprung for having several people on duty

during the night, every night, I would stay where I was. I knew the cheap asses

wouldn't spring for paying more than one person, and so I ended up remaining the

sole person on site.

                What

can I say? The perks were great and I wasn't about to lose them!

                As far

as stories go, I suppose I should let you pick which animal I'll tell you about

next, but since you have no idea what all I got myself into over the years,

then I can't ask you to do that can I?

                What?

You want to guess? Fine by me, but don't go getting too crazy on me.

                No, no

rhinos. We did have a male, and trust me, you didn't want to get close to

either end.

                Giraffe?

You have to be kidding! While ours was mild mannered, the mechanics behind it

were rather hazardous. Heck, even male giraffes have been known to have trouble

with the ladies, and are one of the species recorded as having homosexual

relationships. It's a wonder they didn't go extinct already.

                Elephant?

I'd say you're just being stupid now, but the fact is...I did.

                Why did

I tackle a pachyderm like an elephant and not a giraffe? I hear you saying

something about height similarities and such. Well, you're right of course, but

not completely right.  This is one of

those cases where I suppose I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not.

                It was

Thora, one of the few Indian Elephants that were born at our zoo. Yes, that's

right. A juvenile elephant. But don't get your pants in an uproar until after I

finish the story. You should know me well enough by now to know I wouldn't do

anything that would harm an animal. If that were true, I would have been found

out early on, instead of gliding through years of debauchery.

                Thora

was born to a twelve year old female named Dora. If you have the slightest

knowledge of elephants, then you know already know the joke comparing their mating

to governmental function. You know; it all takes place above your head, with a

lot of fuss, and then you have to wait two years for results.

                Thora

was a cute little gray ball of adorableness when she was born. There is just

something about baby animals that brings out the "awwwww" in everybody.  She was no exception. The zoo-goers loved her.

                Now; I

can guess what you're thinking. For one thing, as a newborn, she was remarkably

small considering how big she would eventually get. So no, I didn't try

anything right away.

                But

let's move up a few months, shall we?

                By this

time she was a bundle of activity. Friendly and curious, she was always on the

go. She was particularly free with the use of her trunk, exploring things that

were new to her. Humans seemed to be just part of the herd and she took to

everyone like they were her equals.

                Everyone

got a sniff-over by her flexible trunk, for she soon learned that we often came

loaded with apples, oranges and heads of lettuce. While she was still suckling

on her mother, and would be for a while, she was finding out the value of a

mixed diet. She had a great nose, and could smell even just residual odors on

our clothes. Needless to say, some of the female staff members shrieked when

that trunk came exploring between their legs, especially if she was doing it

from behind. We all had some pretty intense laughs from it.

                I had

my eye on her, wondering if there would be a time and chance that would

coincide with me broaching my newfound interest in animals. I knew that if I

waited until she was sexually mature, then I might as well try it with her

mother now. That wasn't going to be happening. Even if it did, I might as well

be screwing a drain pipe for the size of her anatomy.

                So I

waited a few months until Thora had doubled in size and her height was nearly

perfect. I needed to come up with a way of doing this though, for she was still

bound to her mother and would be for several more years. By that time she'd be

full sized. I didn't dwell on doing her, but I figured it would be my only

chance of having my way with an elephant.

                As it

turned out, the opportunity came up under unexpected circumstances.

                Dora

was having some issues with her reproductive organs. She had apparently torn

her vagina delivering Thora and it had gone unnoticed. She had healed, but she

ended up with a bit of a fissure that continued giving her some trouble down

the road.

                It was

first noticed when she was getting a scrub down by one of the staff. She had a

discharge leaking out the back. I took swabs and glanced at them under the

microscope and found she had a mild infection. 

Let me tell you how thrilled I was!

News alert.

 I wasn't.

In case you think that all I did

was molest my animals, let me tell you some of the normal stuff I was required

to do; like handling this. I got a step ladder and a tank of warm water, and

using a sump pump dropped into it, stuck a hose up inside her and flushed her

out. I then lubed up my hand and stuck it in her hole up to my shoulder. Yes,

my whole arm.

I did it without gloves, because to

be honest, they didn't make them that went up to my shoulder. They only went up

to my elbows. And on top of that, I wanted to be able to really feel around

inside for whatever the problem was.

I found the tear and, assuming it

was still trying to heal, opted to flush her daily with an antibiotic solution

until the infection was gone. I must admit I held my arm inside her for longer

than I needed to. I realized later that I was technically fisting an elephant,

but back then I didn't really know the term.

 It was pretty incredible, and I sort of envied

a male elephant for the length of the passage. Of course, mating was over

pretty quickly in elephants, so he probably didn't really have time to savor

it. That was too bad. But it also got me thinking of Thora. Scaled down to

size, she was probably perfect for me.

In fact, I doubted I would even

make much of an impression on her. The problem would be with when I was going

to try it. Night time wasn't going to be ideal; for once they were asleep it

was never a good idea to wake them. So it had to be morning.

I got up at 4:30, drank some coffee

and then made my way over to the elephant enclosure carrying only a large

burlap sack. It was still dark when I got there, but the sun was just trying to

break through the blackness. Mom and babe had been inside for the night, and

they were both awake when I walked in. The only thing I figured that I'd need

was a way of distracting mom while I tried on Thora for size.

I gave mom a rub on her trunk, and

she returned the greeting by tussling my hair with her prehensile tip and

snuffing my clothing.  I think she

smelled what I had been carrying, but when she realized I had nothing she ignored

me.

I moved over to the youngster and

began scratching her ears.  She got a

little frisky with her trunk, and began exploring my clothing for hidden

treasure. I did have a bag of apples in the anteroom for both of them, but I

was going to wait until I was done doing what I came to do before breaking them

out.

I intended to use a device we had

on hand to make this escapade possible. There was a harness that we had for

holding her still. Well, we had one for mom too, but it was huge and was

capable of lifting her off the floor. Thora's was designed to hook into

recessed lag bolts in the concrete. It was adjustable up to a certain size, and

after that we were going to be struck until she was fully grown. We didn't have

an intermediary one.  I'll bet you have

no idea how expensive it was keeping and maintaining them, even back then.

Expensive.

She thought it was great fun trying

to "help" put the damn thing on her, and I got a little frustrated that it was

taking so long. On top of that, she kept grabbing my crotch with her trunk. I

didn't assume it was sexual behavior, because at this stage, sex meant nothing

to her. I have a feeling her sensitive sniffer could smell where the apples had

been.

I was overtaken with curiosity

though, and perhaps in a moment of stupidity, stopped trying to get her in the

harness and stripped my clothes off instead. Her trunk snaked back down and began

playing with my cock. Part of me was scared. Those appendages are pretty

strong, even in a juvenile. But I was curious what a "hand" job from an

elephant felt like.

She was most curious about what she

probably considered to be my miniature trunk. On top of that, she had never

seen a human without their external skin (clothing) on before. I think she

found it extremely perplexing when my trunk went stiff. She played around with

it for a while, snuffing it and at one point nearly inhaling it directly into

one of her nostrils.  

I did have to wince a little when

she explored my balls. Gentle or not, that trunk could have squeezed them flat.

However she seemed content merely in sniffing, getting a good dose of my smell.

 Between the fear of her getting too

frisky and the tickling of my scrotum hairs, I had chills up and down my spine.

My cock intrigued her enough for

her to come back to it time and again. Since she was preoccupied by it, I took

the opportunity to finish getting the assembly on her and to secure the harness

to the floor. She would be immobile without the straps biting into her. I

figured I wasn't going to have a lot of time, so it hardly mattered. She would

be in it long enough to get chafed, not with her thick hide.

I moved around behind her and

lifted her flyswatter tail. Her skin was all pachyderm gray, with individual

black hairs sprouting all over. This made her a little bristly, but not enough

to dissuade me. I scratched the base of her tail, making her sway her hips back

and forth from relief. Most animals had this hard to reach spot, kind of like

the middle of the back to us humans. Anyway, I thought to myself; so far, so

good.

Mom was nearly asleep again, and

was taking no notice of me. I took one hand away from the scratching and used

it to spread her skin. A crack appeared, imbued with the color pink. It was in

stark contrast to the surrounding gray, and much more smooth and glistening. I

was able to slip my fingers in, feeling how moist and warm it was.

Thora didn't seem to mind, if she

even noticed my intrusion. She was enjoying my tough nails digging into her

even tougher skin. Since my "trunk" was ready to go, I pushed into her.

She wasn't tight, but she was

certainly snug. I pushed in until I was pressed against her backside without

hitting bottom. I didn't figure that I would. I hardly needed that to enjoy

myself.

I grabbed the straps on the harness

and leaned back a little before letting loose. She hardly moved, even when I

put my back into it. She was as solid as a rock, and even with the harness in

place, she hardly seemed moved enough to try and escape. Perhaps her itch

extended lower than I originally thought!

It was nice being able to really

put some muscle behind a sexual encounter. Up to this point, I had always

maintained a certain decorum. But even a tyke like this was built pretty tough,

and nothing I could do was going to do any damage. I figured if she started to

complain however, I was going to call it off. If for no other reason, you must

remember that mom was in the room and quite capable of flattening me.

Thora apparently thought it was

some sort of game.  As it was, one of the

rear straps was right over her itchy spot and my slamming away on her was

rubbing it in a manner she found divine. I figured is she was happy, who was I

to question the reason s behind it?

I nailed her hole for all I was

worth, jarring my skeleton with the force of each thrust. The straps were

digging into my fingers as I held on to them for all I was worth. After about

ten minutes of this, she let out a happy little trumpet which I hoped wouldn't

wake her mother. Dora stirred a little, but seeing that everything looked fine,

ignored us. I can only assume that she knew I had been playing inside of her

(the medical exam remember), and that it was only natural for me to be doing

the same with her little daughter.

I have to admit, this was more fun

that I thought it would be. She was very slippery, more so than I figured a

juvenile would be. She wasn't as warm as some of my other conquests, for

believe it or not, elephants have a core temperature similar to us, and

actually a bit lower than the human average. But she was plenty into our game

if seemed, and that was good enough for me. As it was , she seemed to be

narrowing down over time, as if perhaps she was capable of responding

positively to my intrusion into her immature depths.

I worked away on her for some time,

her mother totally oblivious to what I was doing. I guess she figured is Thora

didn't mind what I was doing, then who was she to interfere? I finally blew a

big one deep inside her, though I was probably still inches away from hit the

end of her cunt.

I was working away, feeling the

burn in my upper arms from hanging on so tightly and pounding her so violently.

It hit me all at once and then it was over. I held on as my body did what it

did best; pumped my sperm straight towards her womb.

I stayed pressed against her hide

for a while, waiting for my cock to soften. When it did so only marginally, I

went to work again. I got thinking, as I pounded away a second time, that she

was going to have to wait over a decade before she would have a male inside her

again. By then she's be as big as her mother, and the cock she'd be taking

would make my arm look like a gentleman's walking stick and my cock  to appear no bigger than a splinter.

Still I knew that elephants had

phenomenal memories, and maybe, just maybe, she'd remember me when it came time

again to go through the motions of mating. As it was, when I finished my second

time around, I knew I had to pull out and get things back to normal.

I grabbed the apples and while she

was busy stuffing her mouth, I undid the harness and set her free. She didn't

move an inch. Dora smelled the apples and demanded her share, which a toss

around the floor to keep her busy while I got dressed.

I went back to the clinic, chalking

up another animal to add to my growing list. I know I should have felt bad, but

it was tough to considering her relative compliance with my actions. True, she

was secured, but in the end, it seems I hardly needed it. To her it was just

some sort of strange playtime. And if you think I'm wrong in my assessment, of

bother willingness and her memory, from that day onward, my crotch was a point

of fascination for her.

The female staff workers found it

funny, since she ignored them thereafter. There were rare occasions when I

undid my pants and let her play with my "trunk", but they were few and far

between. Besides, she was growing up quickly, and she was soon a little too

large for those kinds of games.

It didn't mean she didn't try

though.