{"sf1_id":785388,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Getting on the Wild Side","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3046,"posted_at":"2014-11-20T19:36:00.000Z","tags":["African","Anatomically Correct","Bestiality","Canine","Dog","Human","Vaginal","Zoo","Zoophilia","african wild dog","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/785388-getting-on-the-wild-side","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/785388","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=785388\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#19 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"            When I wasn't busy elsewhere, I\ncould often be found fanning the flames of romance around the grounds, though\nnever with any of the staff. While I think a few of the women who worked there\nthought I was gay, most everyone blamed my lack of interest on the dedication I\nhad towards the animals under my care. In this they were absolutely correct.\nBesides, I was soon busy enough keeping the local \"ladies\" happy that I had no\ntime for human interaction.\nThat being said, who should I\ndiscuss next? Let me see; how about the twins?\nThe twins were two sisters we got\nfor our Africa exhibit about five years after I started at the zoo.  They weren't the typical animal you found\ndisplayed in zoos, anymore than our hyena had been. They were African Wild\nDogs. \nHaraka and Janja came to us as\nyoung adults. They came from their home in southern Africa directly to us, after\nwading through the usual quarantine and red tape. I went to customs myself to\ncheck them over, and found them to be in good health, if a little skittish from\nall of the commotion of their transfer across the Atlantic. Their names came\nwith them, meaning I think; quick and sly in Swahil respectively. \nThey were also snappish and\nirritable in whatever other language you wanted to speak. After the normal bureaucratically\ndetermined wait period, they were removed to my zoo and remained isolated from\nthe other animals until we were certain they were disease free. \nThey were beautifully colored, with\nthe well known and recognizable multi hued coat that made them stand out from\nall other canines. On top of that, their large ears made them one of the most\neasily distinguishable of the dog species, right up there with Fennecs and the\nManed Wolf.\nThey were placed in their own\nenclosure of course, and unlike a lot of other carnivores, I often gave them\nlive food to chase down. I know some people found this offensive, but in the\nwild there wasn't some benevolent hand of God passing out steaks. These were\nwild animals and they hunted to survive. If you wish to file a complaint, you\nmay do so retrospectively. It'll hardly bring back all the rabbits they hunted\ndown and devoured.\nThe girls settled in a little\nroughly at first. No animal likes to be taken from a large area to a small one,\nespecially after being shipped over in a crate. They paced the fence endlessly\nfor the first few weeks until I finally felt forced to slip a little something\ninto their food. After that, they calmed right down. The wonders of modern\nmedicine!\nI had to read up on the species\nonce I found out we were getting them, and like a lot of the literature of the\nday, it was incomplete and largely useless. These were the L. pictus variety,\nthe type sometimes known as Cape Hunting Dogs. They were the largest of the\nwild dogs, topping out at close to 70 pounds. That put them in a weight category\nsimilar to the standard German Shepherd. \nHaving yet again females with no\nmales meant that the girls were only on display for the public and not part of\nany breeding program. It also meant that when the time came, I was going to be\ntheir only relief. That is, if such a time were to ever manifest itself.\nThe information available from\nin-the-wild observations told me a few things. For one, it seemed that knotting\nwasn't a priority in this canid species. Considering there were larger predators\nout and about, I can't say I was surprised. Breeding seemed to be year round,\nthough one observer stated that this species seemed more inclined towards\nbreeding from April through the summer months. \nWhile they matured quickly, being\nadult at only one year old, I left them alone until they were nearly two. For one\nthing, they still were a little skittish around people. There was no point in\ntrying anything with animals that just might decide to tear you apart as much\nas look at you.\nThe girls were never that bad, but\nI had learned over time that teeth and claws were real dangers. Any animal not\nhappy with what you were doing was plenty well equipped to let you know. Even those\nwho were happy about it could still accidently rip you a gash without even\ntrying.\nMy first clue that things were a\nlittle different was an increase in their pacing. Their vocalizations increased\ntoo;  from little yips to constant howling\ncalls. They even got a little aggressive with each other and at one point I\nthought I was going to have to put them into separate enclosures. \nThen it hit me that they might be\nin estrus. Hormones running high would account for their changing behavior. The\nquestion was; did this mean I had a shot at nailing one or both of them before\nthey came out of it? The answer was; not with their present levels of aggression.\nThey might calm down after a little action, but getting there would likely put\nme into a position I wasn't ready to accept.\nTheir enclosure had a building\nattached that they could go into. The doors to the outside could then close, restricting\nthem indoors. It was used when the weather got bad, or when we needed to do\nmedical exams on them. I used it to split them into separate cages.\nI held their food that day on the\npretext of doing blood work on them, and returned in the evening with two big\nbowls of ground chuck laced with a sedative. Trust me, it was balanced out for\ntheir weight, so it was just enough to calm those already high-strung nerves. I\nwaited a good hour before poking my hand in and scratching behind an ear. I got\na quick jerk of the head which made me draw back, but all she seemed interested\nin at that moment was sniffing my hands.\nThat still didn't inspire a lot of confidence\nin me. They probably smelled like meat. Still, I figured if I was going to do\nthis, I was going to have to have a little more confidence in the situation. I\nstuck my fingers back and tensed up in case she decided to bite. All she did\nwas lick them.\nI tried scratching her ear again,\nbut she moved away, circling back and rubbing her rump against the bars. I\nscratched her back, all the way down to her tail, and she gave me that little\narched back motion that said, \"oh yeah, that's the spot.\"\nI switched hands and took the free\none and ran it under her tail. She turned to watch me as if to question my\nmotives. I think they should have been obvious. Since they weren't, I rubbed\nacross her ass for a second before dropping a little lower. She stiffened her\nstance as I did. She held stock-still as I worked my middle finger into her\ntight hole. Her lips felt a touch puffy, meaning that she was definitely in\nheat.  She was also definitely a tight\nlittle bitch. It was a good thing I brought the lube.\nI opened the cage to the outside, allowing\nher to go free into the big enclosure. I wasn't about to try this hunched over\ninside a small cage. That was asking for more trouble than I was already expecting\nto deal with. I slipped through the access door into the outside air, dropping\nmy clothing inside before I did. She ran a few circles before tiring and\ntrotting up to me. She sniffed my crotch, moved to my rear and stuck her nose\nin my ass (cold!) and came around in front on me again. \nI dropped to my knees and pulled\nher to me. She turned and glared but made no attempts to bite. She didn't make\nit easy however, and her claws furrowed the soil as she remained stiff legged. I\ngrabbed her hips and pulled her back until we touched. I had the lube on hand\nand slathered my cock with it before even trying to get inside her. She was\ngoing to be one hell of a fit.\nI was wary of damaging her by\ntrying too hard. I was therefore cautious at first. I lined up with one hand\nwhile I stabilized her with the other. She held still while I fumbled around,\ntrying to ram the head of my cock past those tight furry lips. It took me a\nmoment, but once I got it started, I grabbed the other side of her body and pulled\nher back while I pushed in. The stones and gravel of the pen dug into my knees.\nShe let out a yip as my cock\npressed forward into her virgin depths. I knew my cock was nothing like a\nmales, for canines had far pointier tips, so I hoped it was only a onetime\nthing rather than something more long term. I would have to desist if this\nproved to be too painful for her. Then again, if it was, I had a feeling I'd be\nsharing in her pain.\nI stopped for a moment, feeling her\nwalls constricting around me. When the squeezing eased up I went in full tilt,\nshoving my entire length in until I hit bottom. There was another little yip\nand then all was quiet except for the muffled cries of her sister. Apparently\nshe was feeling left out.\nThe hole I was in was incredibly\ntight. I know now, in my later years, that people have sex with their pets all\nthe time, but back then such things were unknown and worthy of jail time. I\nguess they still are. But I had to wonder to myself that once I retired, maybe\nI should invest in a friend. That was still a long ways off, so who knew what\nthe future was going to bring, but I had to wonder which breed would be best.\nProbably one a little larger than these\ngirls. I wasn't complaining about having a tight hole to knock up, just that I\nfelt I was a little larger than they were designed for. I pulled back\nexperimentally before gently shoving back in. She went rigid when I did, and I\ncould feel a little shiver run through her body. I took that, along with the\nlack of exposed teeth, as a sign this was going to work.\nShe was sixty pounds of rigid flesh\nas I pounded away on her rump. Her tail, a fluffy mix of white, gray and orange\nfur, rode up my belly to my chest. My fingers had an iron grip on her hips\nmostly to keep her from being knocked off her feet. I was nearly two hundred\npounds to her sixty, and my momentum was certainly causing her to sway.\nShe was so wonderful that I slowed\ndown and made long strokes, savoring the feel of every millimeter of her\ntunnel. The head of my cock, when pulled back, could be felt dragging along her\ntissues, pulling them back as it did. They would spring forward as I passed,\nmaking both of us, I think, quite happy with the resulting sensation. Whenever\nI pulled back she would shiver in time to my movements, making the whole thing  that much more exciting. There was nothing\nlike knowing that your partner was into it as much as you were.\nHoping she was up for a good long\nscrewing, I adjusted my knees in the dirt, shifting them back and forth to\nscrap away the tiny stones that were proving to be the only damper on this experience.\n I wasn't a wimp, but my skin was human\nand not thick like some of the beasts I took care of.\nOnce I was happy with my position I\nstraightened my back, and instead of slamming into her, I took to slamming her\ninto me. I found it was actually easier this way, and the feeling of that much\nquivering canine flesh sliding across my cock was more pleasurable than I think\nany human deserved. Her legs were still held stiffly, with her joints locked\ninto place as I ravished her for the very first time.\nThe longer I drove it home, the\nmore she was twitching. Her head would jerk from one side to the other; not consistently;\nnot sharply, but almost like when I was scratching her rump. Apparently it was\na rather universal sign of \"oh yeah!\" because she soon had her whole body into\nit, as much as my present grip would allow.\nAfter a while and I do mean a while,\nI decided to see if we could change things up a little. T that end, I changed\nmy position, which wasn't easy mind you, until I was sitting with my bare ass\non the ground. I forced her down onto my lap. She balked at first, but finally\ncomplied when I pressed the point. She now had her back legs in between my\nthighs as my cock was forced in the entire distance it could go.\nAgain, I grabbed her and used her\nto accomplish the motion necessary for us to derive as much pleasure for this experience\nas we could. This time I grabbed her from underneath her upper thighs and\nlifted her up, allowing gravity to drop her back down. She was a little confused\nby the adjustment, but she adapted readily to the new method. She even let me\ndo it without interference, for if she had tried to move, she probably would\nhave kicked out of my grasp and ended up clawing me severely.\nI was in doggy heaven. I would\nraise her up just to the point I reached her lips, and then allow her to drop\nback down, sliding along my length with supremely glorious ease. Hell, if all\ngood sized dogs were this way, I just might consider opening a kennel and raising\nthem! Wait! No, scratch that idea. It would be impossible to raise dogs when I\nwas going to be the only male involved.\n Biology and all that.\nBack to where I was. Sorry.\nIf I haven't mentioned it before\nnow, I was working over Janja. Haraka was still in the building, because there\nwas no way I was going to be distracted with one of them running loose. She would\nget her turn eventually, even if it wasn't tonight. As it was Janja was really\nbeginning to try and grind down against me, which was ok, if she managed to\nkeep her claws off of me. The problem was, she couldn't. I ended up placing my\nhands under her feet, which then rested on my thigh, as she got into the grove\nof this new form of mating.\nIn the wild, I was pretty sure that\nthis sort of movement from a female in heat would have been counterproductive,\nbut right here and now it was extraordinary. Then again, I doubt a male could\nhave assumed the position I did. The problem with this whole sex thing in the\nwild was that it had to be over quickly as a matter of survival. In our case, I\nwas game as long as she was.\nIt was a hell of a lot longer than\nI expected. An hour later and we were still going strong. I was getting a\nslight chill, mostly from the sweat beading up and dripping down my back. She\nwas all over the place, and in the final minutes of our connection, she was\npressed down hard, grinding away on me like there was going to be no tomorrow. \nActually, it was late enough it may\nhave been tomorrow.\nFeeling the head of my cock grinding\nup against the solid protrusion that was her cervix finally brought me to the top.\nI took over and forced her rear down on top of me like I was driving a post\ninto the ground.  My grunts were almost\nferal as I filled her up with my cum. As I settled back against my palms,\nhatching my breath, she abruptly pulled off with a yelp and began vigorously licking\nher crotch.\nAs it was, she had a gaping hole\nthat I had just vacated. My cum was oozing out and she was licking it up as\nfast as she could. After a few minutes of frantic lapping she jumped up and\nturned to me. Her nose went straight to my crotch, where she continued lapping\naway until I was clean. Then, without warning, she turned and stalked off to\nthe opposite end of the compound.\nI guess that meant we were done for\nthe evening.\nI sat there for a few moments\nbefore getting up. Despite the uneven surface digging into my butt cheeks, I\nwas feeling pretty good. I was going to have to come back tomorrow and try out\nher sister. It meant dosing their food again, I guess, but better safe than\nsorry. I have a feeling it was the careful application of pharmaceuticals that\nhad allowed us to work so well together, and I wasn't about to lose that advantage.\nI slipped inside, grabbed my\nclothing and returned to my rooms. I showered to get the dirt and debris off of\nme and climbed into bed. When I drifted off, it was to the recent memory of the\nwonderful time I had with her. I knew it wouldn't last, not like Malkia, who\nyou should know, was a common partner in my bed. I tended to take her for\ngranted, knowing full well that there were going to be times when I would have\nto grab an opportunity as it came along. This was one of those times. \nAs my brain shut down, I found\nmyself dreaming of patchwork dogs with really big ears. A dream seemed superfluous\nnow that I had done the real thing, but even a repeat during a dream state was\nok by me. I guess you could say that I had finally gone to the dogs. "}