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           When I wasn't busy elsewhere, I

could often be found fanning the flames of romance around the grounds, though

never with any of the staff. While I think a few of the women who worked there

thought I was gay, most everyone blamed my lack of interest on the dedication I

had towards the animals under my care. In this they were absolutely correct.

Besides, I was soon busy enough keeping the local "ladies" happy that I had no

time for human interaction.

That being said, who should I

discuss next? Let me see; how about the twins?

The twins were two sisters we got

for our Africa exhibit about five years after I started at the zoo.  They weren't the typical animal you found

displayed in zoos, anymore than our hyena had been. They were African Wild

Dogs.

Haraka and Janja came to us as

young adults. They came from their home in southern Africa directly to us, after

wading through the usual quarantine and red tape. I went to customs myself to

check them over, and found them to be in good health, if a little skittish from

all of the commotion of their transfer across the Atlantic. Their names came

with them, meaning I think; quick and sly in Swahil respectively.

They were also snappish and

irritable in whatever other language you wanted to speak. After the normal bureaucratically

determined wait period, they were removed to my zoo and remained isolated from

the other animals until we were certain they were disease free.

They were beautifully colored, with

the well known and recognizable multi hued coat that made them stand out from

all other canines. On top of that, their large ears made them one of the most

easily distinguishable of the dog species, right up there with Fennecs and the

Maned Wolf.

They were placed in their own

enclosure of course, and unlike a lot of other carnivores, I often gave them

live food to chase down. I know some people found this offensive, but in the

wild there wasn't some benevolent hand of God passing out steaks. These were

wild animals and they hunted to survive. If you wish to file a complaint, you

may do so retrospectively. It'll hardly bring back all the rabbits they hunted

down and devoured.

The girls settled in a little

roughly at first. No animal likes to be taken from a large area to a small one,

especially after being shipped over in a crate. They paced the fence endlessly

for the first few weeks until I finally felt forced to slip a little something

into their food. After that, they calmed right down. The wonders of modern

medicine!

I had to read up on the species

once I found out we were getting them, and like a lot of the literature of the

day, it was incomplete and largely useless. These were the L. pictus variety,

the type sometimes known as Cape Hunting Dogs. They were the largest of the

wild dogs, topping out at close to 70 pounds. That put them in a weight category

similar to the standard German Shepherd.

Having yet again females with no

males meant that the girls were only on display for the public and not part of

any breeding program. It also meant that when the time came, I was going to be

their only relief. That is, if such a time were to ever manifest itself.

The information available from

in-the-wild observations told me a few things. For one, it seemed that knotting

wasn't a priority in this canid species. Considering there were larger predators

out and about, I can't say I was surprised. Breeding seemed to be year round,

though one observer stated that this species seemed more inclined towards

breeding from April through the summer months.

While they matured quickly, being

adult at only one year old, I left them alone until they were nearly two. For one

thing, they still were a little skittish around people. There was no point in

trying anything with animals that just might decide to tear you apart as much

as look at you.

The girls were never that bad, but

I had learned over time that teeth and claws were real dangers. Any animal not

happy with what you were doing was plenty well equipped to let you know. Even those

who were happy about it could still accidently rip you a gash without even

trying.

My first clue that things were a

little different was an increase in their pacing. Their vocalizations increased

too;  from little yips to constant howling

calls. They even got a little aggressive with each other and at one point I

thought I was going to have to put them into separate enclosures.

Then it hit me that they might be

in estrus. Hormones running high would account for their changing behavior. The

question was; did this mean I had a shot at nailing one or both of them before

they came out of it? The answer was; not with their present levels of aggression.

They might calm down after a little action, but getting there would likely put

me into a position I wasn't ready to accept.

Their enclosure had a building

attached that they could go into. The doors to the outside could then close, restricting

them indoors. It was used when the weather got bad, or when we needed to do

medical exams on them. I used it to split them into separate cages.

I held their food that day on the

pretext of doing blood work on them, and returned in the evening with two big

bowls of ground chuck laced with a sedative. Trust me, it was balanced out for

their weight, so it was just enough to calm those already high-strung nerves. I

waited a good hour before poking my hand in and scratching behind an ear. I got

a quick jerk of the head which made me draw back, but all she seemed interested

in at that moment was sniffing my hands.

That still didn't inspire a lot of confidence

in me. They probably smelled like meat. Still, I figured if I was going to do

this, I was going to have to have a little more confidence in the situation. I

stuck my fingers back and tensed up in case she decided to bite. All she did

was lick them.

I tried scratching her ear again,

but she moved away, circling back and rubbing her rump against the bars. I

scratched her back, all the way down to her tail, and she gave me that little

arched back motion that said, "oh yeah, that's the spot."

I switched hands and took the free

one and ran it under her tail. She turned to watch me as if to question my

motives. I think they should have been obvious. Since they weren't, I rubbed

across her ass for a second before dropping a little lower. She stiffened her

stance as I did. She held stock-still as I worked my middle finger into her

tight hole. Her lips felt a touch puffy, meaning that she was definitely in

heat.  She was also definitely a tight

little bitch. It was a good thing I brought the lube.

I opened the cage to the outside, allowing

her to go free into the big enclosure. I wasn't about to try this hunched over

inside a small cage. That was asking for more trouble than I was already expecting

to deal with. I slipped through the access door into the outside air, dropping

my clothing inside before I did. She ran a few circles before tiring and

trotting up to me. She sniffed my crotch, moved to my rear and stuck her nose

in my ass (cold!) and came around in front on me again.

I dropped to my knees and pulled

her to me. She turned and glared but made no attempts to bite. She didn't make

it easy however, and her claws furrowed the soil as she remained stiff legged. I

grabbed her hips and pulled her back until we touched. I had the lube on hand

and slathered my cock with it before even trying to get inside her. She was

going to be one hell of a fit.

I was wary of damaging her by

trying too hard. I was therefore cautious at first. I lined up with one hand

while I stabilized her with the other. She held still while I fumbled around,

trying to ram the head of my cock past those tight furry lips. It took me a

moment, but once I got it started, I grabbed the other side of her body and pulled

her back while I pushed in. The stones and gravel of the pen dug into my knees.

She let out a yip as my cock

pressed forward into her virgin depths. I knew my cock was nothing like a

males, for canines had far pointier tips, so I hoped it was only a onetime

thing rather than something more long term. I would have to desist if this

proved to be too painful for her. Then again, if it was, I had a feeling I'd be

sharing in her pain.

I stopped for a moment, feeling her

walls constricting around me. When the squeezing eased up I went in full tilt,

shoving my entire length in until I hit bottom. There was another little yip

and then all was quiet except for the muffled cries of her sister. Apparently

she was feeling left out.

The hole I was in was incredibly

tight. I know now, in my later years, that people have sex with their pets all

the time, but back then such things were unknown and worthy of jail time. I

guess they still are. But I had to wonder to myself that once I retired, maybe

I should invest in a friend. That was still a long ways off, so who knew what

the future was going to bring, but I had to wonder which breed would be best.

Probably one a little larger than these

girls. I wasn't complaining about having a tight hole to knock up, just that I

felt I was a little larger than they were designed for. I pulled back

experimentally before gently shoving back in. She went rigid when I did, and I

could feel a little shiver run through her body. I took that, along with the

lack of exposed teeth, as a sign this was going to work.

She was sixty pounds of rigid flesh

as I pounded away on her rump. Her tail, a fluffy mix of white, gray and orange

fur, rode up my belly to my chest. My fingers had an iron grip on her hips

mostly to keep her from being knocked off her feet. I was nearly two hundred

pounds to her sixty, and my momentum was certainly causing her to sway.

She was so wonderful that I slowed

down and made long strokes, savoring the feel of every millimeter of her

tunnel. The head of my cock, when pulled back, could be felt dragging along her

tissues, pulling them back as it did. They would spring forward as I passed,

making both of us, I think, quite happy with the resulting sensation. Whenever

I pulled back she would shiver in time to my movements, making the whole thing  that much more exciting. There was nothing

like knowing that your partner was into it as much as you were.

Hoping she was up for a good long

screwing, I adjusted my knees in the dirt, shifting them back and forth to

scrap away the tiny stones that were proving to be the only damper on this experience.

 I wasn't a wimp, but my skin was human

and not thick like some of the beasts I took care of.

Once I was happy with my position I

straightened my back, and instead of slamming into her, I took to slamming her

into me. I found it was actually easier this way, and the feeling of that much

quivering canine flesh sliding across my cock was more pleasurable than I think

any human deserved. Her legs were still held stiffly, with her joints locked

into place as I ravished her for the very first time.

The longer I drove it home, the

more she was twitching. Her head would jerk from one side to the other; not consistently;

not sharply, but almost like when I was scratching her rump. Apparently it was

a rather universal sign of "oh yeah!" because she soon had her whole body into

it, as much as my present grip would allow.

After a while and I do mean a while,

I decided to see if we could change things up a little. T that end, I changed

my position, which wasn't easy mind you, until I was sitting with my bare ass

on the ground. I forced her down onto my lap. She balked at first, but finally

complied when I pressed the point. She now had her back legs in between my

thighs as my cock was forced in the entire distance it could go.

Again, I grabbed her and used her

to accomplish the motion necessary for us to derive as much pleasure for this experience

as we could. This time I grabbed her from underneath her upper thighs and

lifted her up, allowing gravity to drop her back down. She was a little confused

by the adjustment, but she adapted readily to the new method. She even let me

do it without interference, for if she had tried to move, she probably would

have kicked out of my grasp and ended up clawing me severely.

I was in doggy heaven. I would

raise her up just to the point I reached her lips, and then allow her to drop

back down, sliding along my length with supremely glorious ease. Hell, if all

good sized dogs were this way, I just might consider opening a kennel and raising

them! Wait! No, scratch that idea. It would be impossible to raise dogs when I

was going to be the only male involved.

 Biology and all that.

Back to where I was. Sorry.

If I haven't mentioned it before

now, I was working over Janja. Haraka was still in the building, because there

was no way I was going to be distracted with one of them running loose. She would

get her turn eventually, even if it wasn't tonight. As it was Janja was really

beginning to try and grind down against me, which was ok, if she managed to

keep her claws off of me. The problem was, she couldn't. I ended up placing my

hands under her feet, which then rested on my thigh, as she got into the grove

of this new form of mating.

In the wild, I was pretty sure that

this sort of movement from a female in heat would have been counterproductive,

but right here and now it was extraordinary. Then again, I doubt a male could

have assumed the position I did. The problem with this whole sex thing in the

wild was that it had to be over quickly as a matter of survival. In our case, I

was game as long as she was.

It was a hell of a lot longer than

I expected. An hour later and we were still going strong. I was getting a

slight chill, mostly from the sweat beading up and dripping down my back. She

was all over the place, and in the final minutes of our connection, she was

pressed down hard, grinding away on me like there was going to be no tomorrow.

Actually, it was late enough it may

have been tomorrow.

Feeling the head of my cock grinding

up against the solid protrusion that was her cervix finally brought me to the top.

I took over and forced her rear down on top of me like I was driving a post

into the ground.  My grunts were almost

feral as I filled her up with my cum. As I settled back against my palms,

hatching my breath, she abruptly pulled off with a yelp and began vigorously licking

her crotch.

As it was, she had a gaping hole

that I had just vacated. My cum was oozing out and she was licking it up as

fast as she could. After a few minutes of frantic lapping she jumped up and

turned to me. Her nose went straight to my crotch, where she continued lapping

away until I was clean. Then, without warning, she turned and stalked off to

the opposite end of the compound.

I guess that meant we were done for

the evening.

I sat there for a few moments

before getting up. Despite the uneven surface digging into my butt cheeks, I

was feeling pretty good. I was going to have to come back tomorrow and try out

her sister. It meant dosing their food again, I guess, but better safe than

sorry. I have a feeling it was the careful application of pharmaceuticals that

had allowed us to work so well together, and I wasn't about to lose that advantage.

I slipped inside, grabbed my

clothing and returned to my rooms. I showered to get the dirt and debris off of

me and climbed into bed. When I drifted off, it was to the recent memory of the

wonderful time I had with her. I knew it wouldn't last, not like Malkia, who

you should know, was a common partner in my bed. I tended to take her for

granted, knowing full well that there were going to be times when I would have

to grab an opportunity as it came along. This was one of those times.

As my brain shut down, I found

myself dreaming of patchwork dogs with really big ears. A dream seemed superfluous

now that I had done the real thing, but even a repeat during a dream state was

ok by me. I guess you could say that I had finally gone to the dogs.