{"sf1_id":786060,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Mild Panda-monium","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3521,"posted_at":"2014-11-22T02:47:00.000Z","tags":["Bear","Bestiality","Cheating","Human","Missionary","Panda","Vaginal","Zoo","Zoophilia","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/786060-mild-panda-monium","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/786060","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=786060\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#20 of A Real Animal Lover\n\n.","content":"            Some of you have shown an interest\nin what happened with some of my more friendly companions. The fact is; some\nremained with me in an active sexual relationship for many years. I suppose I\ncould go on about them, but I rather figured you'd be more curious about the\nvariety of animals, as opposed to the number of times I nailed each one.\nSome animals I only had one chance\nwith, and sometimes that was a matter of luck more than anything else. Timing\nis everything they say, and while that mostly applies to show business, it fits\nfor many other aspects of life as well.\nThe following story is one I\nshouldn't even admit to, for there are few others that I have confessed to that\nwould create as much scandal as this one. Once I get deeper into the story,\nyou'll see why.\nI was invited to a particular zoo,\none of rather high political importance, and one that housed a pair of rather\nrare visitors. I say visitors, but they were a gift to the United States by a\nforeign power. I will not say which zoo or which foreign power, but if you are\nold enough you'll already known what I am talking about. For the rest of you, go\nlook it up on your computer. \nI won't tell you the year, because\nin case someone from the government reads this, I don't want to be able to be\ntracked down. No harm came from it, but that doesn't mean that I still wouldn't\nget in trouble for admitting to such a wrongdoing. I mean, legally it was\na bad thing, but when all was said and done, I think I ended up making a friend\nfor life.\nSo here it goes, perhaps my biggest\nconfession ever.\nI screwed a panda.\nYou heard me right. And it was\nironic as to how it all happened.\nI was invited to this zoo solely\nbecause a large number of veterinarians and animal specialists were being given\na few days to work closely with the pair of animals. As you must know by now,\nthey were a gift from China, which only makes sense because where else do you\nfind Giant Pandas?\nI entered into this  encounter\nwith an open mind, not towards sex but towards learning about these exquisite\ncreatures. They are an iconic animal in that everyone across the world knows\nwhat they are. I figured that I would spend my time there and leave, smarter\nperhaps but nowhere closer to adding that animal to my list of conquests. Silly\nme.\nI was part of a group of five\npeople who were visiting the zoo that week. Some of them took hotel rooms, but\nI actually asked if there were quarters on site. I was looked at oddly until I\nexplained that I stayed at our zoo. That gave them pause for thought,\nbut I told them that I was pretty particular about what went on there. Since\nmany of them knew of the reputation of my zoo, which while small, maintained\nsome very impressive habitats, they accepted my reasoning. As it turned out\nthere were a few cots in the infirmary (as they called their clinic) and they\nsaid if it was ok by me it was ok with them.\nI have to admit that I was hoping\nto do a little late night investigating over the entire zoo, but I knew I had to be careful. Here,\nthe place had security. Some places you just had to be more careful than\nothers, and this particular city was a hotbed for all sorts of kooks, morons and weirdos.\nIt still is for that matter, even if they all wear suits and ties.\nThe enclosure for the pandas was\nbuilt specifically to their needs. They were friendly enough with the staff, though\nthey could be a little standoffish with each other. As I'm sure you know, all\nthey eat is bamboo, so their diet, though monotonous, was fairly simply to handle.\nThe big problem, and one that was never solved with these two was in getting them to breed\nsuccessfully.\nYou know, I have a theory. We joked\nabout it at the zoo that week, but in real life I think it was one of the many\nproblems surrounding the survival of this species. Male pandas have these tiny needle\ndicks. Honestly, they do. I think they would have had more success screwing a\nrat with what nature gave them than a female of their own kind. I know that if\nI were a female panda, and I was offered so little an enticement; mood or no\nmood I might give him the boot, assuming I could even tell if he had it inside me or not.\nWe discussed this aspect of the\npanda's anatomy. You see, a female has a relatively long vagina, and the male's\nshort penis meant that sperm had a long ways to travel. It would be a bit like\nme and a horse. My load would have to travel a long ways before reaching her\nwomb, assuming that I could even breed with her, which of course I couldn't.\nBut think of the likelihood of it happening if we were compatible. It becomes a\nvery low number. That's why stallions are equipped like they are. With pandas,\nMother Nature goofed. That's why there are lots of horses and so few pandas.\nOn top of that, the girls are only\nin a mood one every century or so. Yes, I'm being silly, but we were told that\nit was nearly impossible to tell when a female was ready for breeding. They did\ntheir best to keep them together for much of the time just to have them nearby\nin case it sprung up. The zoo's luck had been abysmal.  \nEnter me. \nThe first few days were spent not\nonly observing the pandas, but touring the entire facility. It was pretty cool,\nthough to be honest, I had been here once before as a paying customer. That did\nnothing to mitigate my interest, for I loved animals, from the lowliest to the\nlargest.\nOn day four we were allowed to\ncommingle with the fuzzy black and white beasts. They were pretty laid back, and\nin the case of the female, she was often lounging on her back, propped up\nagainst a rock or a log. She didn't seem to mind the intrusion into her lair,\nas long as everyone brought bamboo.\nHer fur was remarkably soft, and\nshe was as adorable up close as she was from the other side of the cage. She\nhappily munched her bamboo and tolerated the attention like the little diva she\nwas. I ran my hands through her fur, scratching under her chin as she devoured the stems and leaves of imported salad greens.\nI couldn't help but notice that the\narea around her reproductive opening was darker than the rest of her belly fur,\nbeing instead a touch more brownish in color. I ran my hands down her front, careful not\nto make a show of it, and then to her crotch for a quick feel. My action wasn't\nnoticed, and she made no motion that I was disturbing her, so I poked a finger\nin quickly, finder her larger inside that I would have assumed considering what\nI had been told about the males. Apparently they had been shrinking with their continuing evolution while the girls remained a proper size. It sort of made sense, for they still\nhad to pass along a cub, assuming that even a single sperm ever found its mark. \nI was glad I had insisted on\nstaying on the grounds. I got out my notebooks after our evening meal under the\npretense of observing them during the night. The cages had low lighting for the\noff hours, so it wasn't like they would be in complete darkness. The head\nkeeper sort of condescendingly patted me on the back before shutting down the\nfacility for the night. As he was putting away the spare keys, I managed to\ngrab the ones for the panda cages and slip them into my pocket unseen. He was\nnone the wiser.\nI waited an hour to make sure no one\ncame back, and then headed over to her inside compartment. She was still awake,\nwandering around looking for more bamboo to eat. Luckily for her, I knew where\nthey kept it and had brought along a peace offering. I unlocked the door and\nclimbed inside. \nShe snuffed the air and wandered\nover to me, accepting the offering before ambling over to the opposite corner.\nShe plopped down on the floor, on her back, with her head propped up against a\nrock. I made my way over to her and began rubbing her belly. I didn't want to\nrush this, but I was pretty damn nervous as you can expect. It was one thing to\nbe doing this when it was all completely under your control and another when\nyou had little control whatsoever. \nShe ignored my massage or else\naccepted it as part of the plan; either way she didn't move. I quickly worked\nmy way down to her nether regions and spread her open. She was pretty wet for a\nsupposedly frigid girl! That was good, because I didn't bring lube with me. It\nwas locked up in a cabinet and was not something I had reason to ask for. This\nwas going to have to be au natural or nothing at all. \nI mean really; what would I have told\nthem I wanted it for?\nI wiggled in a finger, and then\ntwo without throwing off her grove. I was surprised as I said before at how\nmuch room there was in there. I'm not saying that she was gaping, but the fact was, she\ncould accept a human sized cock with no trouble. That was only a quick\nhypothesis of course, but I intended to test its parameters by putting it into\npractice.\nI ditched my pants, having skipped\nthe shoes and socks before embarking on this mission.  She still didn't bat an eye at what I was\ndoing. She did shift a little when I was fingering her, but my actions didn't\nseem to be perturbing her at all, so I took up to the next level. By this time\nthe bamboo was nearly gone.\nI was already hard in contemplation\nfor consummating this brief relationship. As she was on her back already, I\nfigured it was now or never. Once she moved any attempts on my part were either\ngoing to be rebuffed or impossible to carry out. I spit into my hand and rubbed\nmy cock, lubing it up. If she were used to a pinky sized cock inside her, I\nwanted to be as slick as possible for her to accept this bigger load.\nI got up close, spread her open and\npushed. She stopped munching at that moment and stared at me. I had no idea\nwhat was going through her head, but she seemed to be assessing me. Perhaps I\nhad gotten a little too friendly with her. She stared for a moment before\nleaning up and grabbing my head. Since she had claws, I figured I had better\nnot fight it. I leaned towards her face as she pulled me in. At the same time,\nI was forced deeper inside her.\nI overbalanced and fell\nsprawled across her body. It was a good thing she outweighed me, even if it was\nonly by thirty pounds. My full weight was on her, but she took it all in\nstride. She began licking my face and my ear especially, curling her tongue\naround inside there until I wanted to squirm. In case you're not like me, I\nhate people (or animals) messing with my ears. I hate wet willies and they give\nme the chills something awful.\nI did my best to ignore her. It was\ntougher than you think, but I tuned her out and focused on the prize; one of\nthe rarest animals I was ever going to have a chance with. To be honest I was\nmarveling that I was this far into the game. Her reputation had preceded her,\nand if she was tolerant of my attention it had to mean she was sexually receptive.\nAnd here I was, wasting the opportunity for propagating the species on my own\ninsane desire to have sex with this unique girl.\nThe funny thing was, she was into it\nenough to not fight me off. I thought the position alone might turn her against\nit, but it seemed she was a lazy little lady and this was her favorite position.\nSince I doubt the male would have known how to deal with it, I guess his\npresence would hardly have mattered. \nShe still had her paws on either\nside of my head, so I opted to put my hands on the ground to stabilize myself\nbefore moving my hips. As it was, I had already managed to get myself cock deep\ninside her, which apparently was no bad thing. If she had any complaints, she\nwasn't voicing them.\nHer fur was as luxurious as a snow\nleopard's, and her body was as plush as a pillow. I could feel the fine hairs tickling my\nbare belly as I moved across her compliant body. She seemed content to groom me\nwhile I went through the motions of mating with her. To be honest I would have been happier\nwith her lack of participation altogether, but I was in no position to\ncomplain.\nTruly her tunnel was wasted on the\nmales. I was a member of the primate family who had the largest overall penis size\nas well as the largest per body mass. Her partner in the other room had\nprobably one of the smallest per body mass, though I wasn't certain of that\nfact at the time. The real fact was; she knew that there was something inside\nher and there was no doubt that I had her attention.\nAs I gently worked her over, I had\nthe humorous thought that this was my first real oriental girl. Yeah, yeah, I\nknow, snow leopards were from over that way too, but I didn't think of them\nlike that. These pandas were a well publicized gift from China, so that made\nthe thought more prominent in my mind. I know it sounds a bit racist, but there\nyou have it.\nSue me.\nHer insides were remarkably pliant\nfor an animal as sexually frigid as she supposedly was. I'm not trying to be derogatory,\nonly stating that I had figured on needing to force my way inside a tight, unused hole.\nAs it was, she was remarkably relaxed at my present intrusion. I never looked a\ngift horse in the mouth and therefore put my hips into overtime.\nImagine screwing an anatomically\ncorrect, life-sized teddy bear.  That\nabout summed up the experience. She was a lot like something you could have\nbought in the zoo gift shop, minus the body mass and slippery hole. And aside\nfrom the grooming she was giving me, I think I could have chalked this up as\nbeing a terrific experience. As it was, I still rated it a ten on its\nnoteworthiness, but only a seven on sensuality. I really hated my ears being\nlicked that much.\nImagine then my relief when she\nstopped. She let go of my head and just sort of stared at me with an odd look on\nher face. I knew she was used to having caretakers, but I knew sure as hell\nthat none of them ever got to be this intimate with her. I think that perhaps she\nwas bemused by the fact that her other humans never got this up close and personal with her.\n \nI was only going to have this one\ntime, so I hoped that she was going to find it memorable. I dug my toes into\nthe floor and went to work.  She kicked\nher legs a little, seemingly to do so at those times when I really pressed my weight\nhome, driving in as far as I could. Like I said, I started this in a rather\ngentle manner, but when I realized that I wasn't going to damage her, I opened\nup the throttle. \nWhile such devices where not really\navailable back then, I still wish to this day that I had a film of the event. People these days talk about things \"breaking\" the internet. Well let me tell you, a video of a\nman fucking the hell out of a panda would be the thing to do it. I had her back\nlegs rocking wildly with the force of my motion. Those blacked furred feet were\nflopping wildly, her claws scraping my thighs as she went sort of limp.\nI was torn between getting the most\nout of the experience and finishing up quickly. I found a compromise and lasted\nabout twenty minutes. The entire time I marveled at how an animal with such a\nreputation for being a prude could tolerate a human male as her sexual partner.\nIn my later years, when I looked back on it, I decided it was because she associated\nherself more with the humans that with a male of her own kind. It happened a\nlot, and in some of the lesser species it was referred to as imprinting. \nThe fact was, I certainly made an\nimpression on her. If you've never heard a panda, the sounds they make can be a\nlittle startling. She began making a noise that was a cross between a goat's bleat\nand a dog's yowl, and since her head was still hovering near my ears, it was\ndeafening under the circumstances. I made the poor girl cry out right up until\nI was finished.\nI blew my load into her far deeper\nthan her normal partner could ever have hoped to do. I pumped it in with as much\nvigor as I thought she could handle, feeling my fluids leave my body to join with\nher own. If a male panda had the equipment I did, and the females were as receptive\nas this one was, I think the world would have been overrun with the adorable\nballs of fluff. Lord knows I would have had one in my zoo under these\ncircumstances.\nI fell onto her, suffering through another\nbought of ear cleaning as I gathered up the strength to pull out and leave. I wouldn't\nhave been in a hurry if it weren't for her rasping tongue. I could have fallen asleep\non that comfortable body, so I guess I should have thanked her instead of\ncursing her. The last thing I would have needed was waking up nude to the stares of\nmy compatriots. \nI gathered up everything I had\ntaken into the enclosure and enticed her back into her cage with some more bamboo.\nOnce she was secured, I went over to a cleaning area and hosed off. I had no\nidea if I smelled like panda or not, but there was no point in risking it. I\ntoweled off, dressed in a pair of boxers and went to sleep on my cot.\nIn the morning she was acting quite\nfrisky and playful, so much so that the staff thought they might have a shot at\ngetting her and the male together. While they were discussing the\npossibilities, I put the keys back into the cabinet and stood in the shadows as\nthey put the two animals together. She snubbed him and instead came over to the door\nleading to her cage. They finally let her in, were she sat on her butt and made\nher calling noises, much like she had during the night.\nI think she was calling for me, but\nrather than find out, I stayed out of the way. If it was me she was after, I\nwas afraid to make it known, for then everyone was going to wonder what I had\ndone to deserve such rapturous attention.  In the end, they made her return to the\noutside pen, where she still ignored the male for the rest of the day. The two\ngrowled and argued, but never once did they come together. I suppose that was\nmy fault, but I didn't feel all that bad about it.\nOver the intervening years I did\nfeel bad that they never did have any offspring.  I suppose I stole his one chance at glory. It certainly\nwasn't my intention to damage his relationship with his mate.  Things just happened as they happened; there\nwas no malice on my part. Still, if you were a pundit, you might say that in\nthe end, he ended up bamboozled. Yeah, I know. Another pun. I'd apologize, but then why should I? The rest of the story is pretty much laid out in black and white..."}