{"sf1_id":798360,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Me, That's Who, With A Few Caribou","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3892,"posted_at":"2014-12-21T22:11:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bestiality","Human","M/F","M/M","Reindeer","Vaginal","Winter","Zoo","Zoophilia","caribou","christmas","herd","holiday"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/798360-me-that-s-who-with-a-few-caribou","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/798360","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=798360\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#23 of A Real Animal Lover\n\nI normally write these in one sitting but a few distractions occurred during the penning of this one, so I don't know if it's up to par or not, and therefore, before I think too much on it, I'm posting it. Hopefully the editing is acceptable.","content":"            Ah, the season of giving.\nBah Humbug.\n I wasn't a Scrooge, but I never did get into\nthe holiday spirit; except for one particular year. I guess it was just a\nmatter of being too busy. I liked my work, but it left little time for human\ncontact. Besides, from what I saw of people, I decided to stick with the\nanimals.\nAs you can imagine, I hardly ever\nhad much of a Christmas celebration. I do have family, and I did tend to take a\ncouple of days off to go visit them, which was a pleasant enough time, but\noverall the holiday for me was more a zoo-wide celebration than anything\nelse.  Nowadays there seems to be a\ncompetition among them to outdo each other with thousands of lights festooning\nthe trees and bushes, but back in my day it was much simpler. You had some\ndecorations made in Taiwan, some wreathes and ribbons, and in our case, a Santa,\nsome cheesy elves, and reindeer. \nYes, I'm talking real reindeer. \nThat was my little twist on the\nholiday spirit. I figured most kids didn't even know what a reindeer, or a\ncaribou if you will, even looked like. The managers wouldn't spring the money\nto have them as a permanent exhibit, which was fine, because I didn't\nnecessarily want to have them year round. But since they were hardy in the\ncold, I figured they would do fine in the petting zoo area until after\nChristmas was over. \nI found a farm that raised them,\nand we signed a \"rental\" deal for six weeks. The guy trucked in six of them,\nand once he was satisfied that we had everything they needed, he left again,\nset to return in a month and a half. \nNow here is your sixty four\nthousand dollar question. Guess when reindeer go into heat. Go on, guess.\nOctober and November. It was at the tail end of the rut season, but I have an\naffinity for tail ends. \nThere was one male and five\nfemales.  I like those odds. The breeder\nquestioned that I even bothered with a male this time of year, but I told him\nthat I wanted the kids to see the difference between the sexes. For one thing,\nreindeer are the only cervine species where the females have antlers. The males\nlose theirs over the winter, but the females retain their set until spring. \nThey were a beautiful little herd\nof the northernmost of all the deer species. It was the first I had ever been\nup close and personal with them. It wasn't a species they discussed in vet\nschool to any degree, for why would they? This gentle herbivore was found\nprimarily around the Arctic Circle. None of us had ever shown any inclination\nto move that far north. That's what Canadians and Alaskans went to vet school\nfor.\nThe plan was to have at least one\nreindeer out with our Santa character, so that kids could ask for their loot\nand then pet the deer. Each one had a halter/harness assembly with the\nprerequisite sleigh bells on it. The reins were tied to a post and we went\nthrough all the animals in order to avoid getting any of them too irritated by\nall of the commotion. It worked out very well over the whole course of the yuletide\nseason. \nI got up close and personal right\noff the bat. While I wasn't in any way blue-balled, I was curious about them,\nand in particular I knew that I only had limited time before they would go back\nto their farm. That meant that I had to get in my fun before Christmas. I made\nsure that wouldn't be a problem.\nWhen that first weekend came, after\nwe got the little beauties that is, I was plenty prepared to tackle the task\nbefore me. I had to wait until closing of course, but I wasted no time. It was\nchilly outside, but not really cold. Like I said, we never got a ton of winter\nweather where we were, and I was alright with that. A little snow on the ground\nwas fine, but blizzards like we had back in seventy-eight could stay farther up\nnorth for all I cared.\nI got into the pen after dark,\nbecause after all, it was heading towards winter. It got dark quicker now. The\npen had stalls, normally used by the regular deer and goats during the warmer\nmonths. As the stalls had heat lamps, there was more than enough light for me\nto see by. In fact, one might almost call it romantic. On the other hand, it\ntended to bring to mind the whole concept of the red-light district. Take it as\nyou want to take it.\nThe animals were all friendly,\nhaving been raised with humans their entire lives. The purpose of the place,\nmuch to the chagrin of some of you readers, was to sell them off for meat. Even\nback in this day and age, some people were health food nuts and tended to shy\naway from commercially raised meat. I'm sure you've heard of people like Euell\nGibbons, and... \nWhat? You've never heard of him?\n Grapenuts? \nNo? Oh, go look it up. I don't have\ntime to give you a history lesson.\nThe point being, these animals would\neventually end up on the chopping block. That saddened me, but I wasn't one to\ndwell on things I had no control over. They would see a little action before\nthat day came, and right up to the point when I did. I figured I had time to go\nthrough all of them, even the male. I was sure his ass could handle me, even if\nit took a little stretching beforehand. \nI started with the one we\ndesignated as Donner. Why not a girl name? Well, think about what I already\ntold you. You see, all of Santa's reindeer have antlers, and only the females\nkeep them over the winter; therefore all of Santa's reindeer are female. On top\nof that, there was a good chance they were all pregnant at the time too.\nDuh.\nBiology lesson done for the day.\nTime to move on.\nDonner was in stall number three. I\nbrought along the harness and hooked her up, not out of some perverse need to\nruin your visualization of Christmas, but because it was a handy way of keeping\nher under control. It was a good thing that no one was around, because one I\ngot going, those bells were going to be ringing off the hook. \nI got the stupid contraption on and\nhooked up without too much trouble, though I would never be a professional\nhorse rider for as long as it took me. The worst part was that these guys\nweren't near the size of a horse so it should have been easy. The jingling was\nalmost enough to get me in the Christmas mood, but the foreknowledge that I was\ngoing to be nailing a reindeer had already done it. It was definitely going to\nbe \"ho ho ho\" and \"to and fro\"; there just wasn't going to be any reindeer paws\non the roof. We were staying right here on the ground. \nGetting inside her wasn't a\nproblem, though like anything this size, she was plenty tight. We had Whitetail\nDeer in the children's zoo section, so I knew I was going to fit. Oh, hadn't I\nmentioned that before? Well, that'll have to wait for another time. It's not\nlike deer weren't fairly common in the world. I'm sure sex with them was fairly\ncommon in the suburbs and the wild, wooded places where men and animals could\nhave fun without irking the neighbors. But that was there and this was here.\nDonner was blissfully warm, and she\ndidn't seem to mind the intrusion into her personal space.  I tied her off to a post and grabbed the\nleather straps that encircled her abdomen. I was definitely getting coal in my\nstocking this year but it was a small price to pay, trust me!\nI poked into her slippery hole\nuntil I was pressed up close and personal. \nHer white tail was flipped up and lying against my belly as my front\nmade contact with her rear. She was a solid two hundred pounds, so she was\nplenty steady on her four hooves. I gave a few exploratory lunges, finding her\ndamp and well lubed, just as I expected. \nDespite the slickness of her\ninsides, she was still tight and that made for some wonderful friction. She had\na solid backside, and while my intrusion sparked a flow of additional slipperiness,\nin the minutes leading up to it, I literally had to take only slow measured\nthrusts so as to not hurt her. Once her body kicked figured out what was up, it\nwas all fun and games. \nWhile I wasn't constructed like a\ndeer, I think I had sufficient size to get her attention. The way she arched\nher head back on her neck and the characteristic lowing sound she made spoke\nvolumes. Heck, I was even getting the attention of the male, who was residing\nin his own pen to avoid him causing a ruckus and scandalizing the kids. He was\npawing the ground and grunting.\nAll I could do was think \"too bad\"\nand keep on with what I was doing. As it was, there was a faint jingling carrying\nthrough the chill air as the sleigh bells were gently jostled into action. This\nwas going to be one yuletide season I was going to remember!\nI pounded her venison hindquarters\nuntil she had a well tenderized rump. Even as I was plowing in her, I was\nthinking of her sisters, and even to the sole male. I had broadened my horizons\nby this time, and I knew his ass was likely as good a candidate for a good\nreaming as were the girl's holes. I figured I save him for last. There\ncertainly was no rush on this holiday package.\nLord knows how long I was out there\nwith Donner. I got goose flesh; not so much from the cool air but from the\nsweat that eventually beaded up on my brow and ran down my back. I was working\naway on her with the force of a steam engine, an analogy that was apt\nconsidering I was blowing little puffs of condensation into the air with each\nbreath. The fact was she was wonderfully compliant and as it seemed to me, more\nthan a little into it. That boded well for my working with all the others.\n \nLet's just say that I pounded that warm furry backside until the jangling\nof the bells nearly drove me crazy. As it was, I think I may have stretched the\nleather straps in my gusto. I plunged in and out of her for far longer than her\nmale counterpart would ever have done and when I did cum, it was such a relief\nthat I nearly had my knees buckle under me. I held onto the straps and waited\nuntil my legs went from being rubber to being something more akin to normal.\nIt was a fun experience, and I was\nreally in the mood to do it again. I had been burning the candle at both ends\nand I really needed to get some sleep, so I called it quits. I gave her a\ncarrot, dressed, and went back to the clinic.\nThe next morning I made a few\nchecks on some of the animals under treatment for various ailments and then\nwent out and about in the zoo. Donner was in the area being used for Santa\nphotos, and the moment she saw me, she went into a little happy dance. She\ntugged on her reins until they came loose and she trotted over to me. One of\nthe girls working at the zoo had the indignity of having to dress up as an elf.\nShe left her post the chase down the errant reindeer. She stopped when she saw\nher come right up to me and nuzzled my crotch. There was a bulge there. The\ngirl noticed with wide eyes.\nThat's when I pulled out a thick,\nfat carrot and gave it to her. \"Here you go you silly thing.\"\nMy coworker, who probably had many\ndirty ideas on her mind, reversed all the way back to her station, where she\nwaited for the day's Santa to show up. She couldn't even look at me. I walked\nDonner back, tying her off and patting her sides. \"Some other time girl! At\nthis rate, I'll be calling you Vixen!\"\nI laughed to myself at whatever was\ngoing through that poor girl's mind. The funny thing was, it was probably akin\nto the truth, but there was no need to let on to my activities. I wasn't doing\nany harm, and my partners were generally as eager as I was. At the worst, they\nwere either indifferent or unconscious during the act. Maybe that doesn't sound\nideal to you, but life isn't always nice and pretty.\nI didn't go back that night, though\nI wanted to. I was dead tired and instead I just went to bed. The next day I\nfelt more rested, and since the day's work wasn't too bad, I made plans to\nvisit the others.\nThe next one was called Blitzen, and\nI was damned well going to be doing a blitz on her tail end. She was friendly,\nand a handful of oats meant that I had her undivided attention. Like with\nDonner, things went well right from the start. I think between the hormones and\nthe close proximity yet inaccessibility of a male of her species had her anxious\nfor a good time. He was off in a pen by himself because no one wanted the\nkiddies to be scandalized by mating reindeer.\nJust think how scandalized they\nwould have been to know a human was doing it instead!\nDonner saw me and nearly pranced\nover to the fence, but I gave her a scratch and moved on to her sister. Sure, I\ncould have just done the same one over the course of their stay, but what fun\nwould that be to look back upon? They say you regret the things you didn't do\nmore than you do the things you did, so I was doing my best to have no regrets.\nBlitzen was a little less amorous,\nand in the end, I'm almost afraid to admit, I forced matters. Oh, it wasn't\nlike that really, but I think she might have already been impregnated; her body\nshifting her hormones from one aspect to another. She may have been indifferent\nto my attentions but she did like my offerings of food, and tolerated the\nharness without too much fuss.\nWhereas my first time went\nsmoothly, this time was thus a little less ideal. In the end, I had to work up\na bit of spit to lube things up. Having had the first one go so well, I hadn't\nthought that I would need any additional lubricant this time around. I was\nwrong. On the other hand, her present condition made her a really, really tight\nlittle deer. She jumped just a little as I penetrated her and she let out a\ngrunt. But after that, she settled down and tolerated my actions until I was\nfinished. As a peace offering I went back and got a bundle of carrots, giving\nher the biggest portion, but doling them out to all of them. Donner was right\nthere looking for a little more of, well; everything. I patted her butt and\nwent back to the clinic and hit the mattress.\nIt went pretty much the same with\nthe rest, until I got to the male. His nose was not red, but you can be sure\nthat he got named Rudolph. Someone even tried to give him a clown nose once, but\nhe shook it off with obvious distaste for having the smelly thing so close to\nhis olfactory senses. Who could blame him? He had to breathe and having that\nbit of odiferous plastic covering it had to be annoying.\nHe was missing his antlers of\ncourse, as I believe I mentioned earlier. It made him look more female compared\nto the others, and I rather saw it that way. After all, when you're used to\nstags having antlers and does being without, the stereotype sticks in your\nhead.\nI had the lube with me this time\nbecause I knew for certain that I was going to need it. I set to securing the\nharness and tying him off to a post. He seemed perplexed by all of the fuss,\nbut he turned his attentions to the bucket of feed I set in front on him and\nquickly ignored me. From there, it was a matter of dropping my pants, lubing my\ncock until it glistened, and then ramming it into his rear.\nHe did acknowledge me again right\nup to the point I thrust inside. His head came up out of the bucket in a flash.\nI had a grip on the harness, so his ability to move was limited. As it was, his\njerk nearly separated us, but I slammed it back in at once.\nHe snorted and pulled on the reins,\nbut I had tied them tightly. I held still, outside of keeping my position until\nhe settled down. His anus was clamping down at the intrusion, and while this\nmight not have been fun for him, I have to admit it was great for me. I'm not\nnormally so unfeeling, but I had made it my plan to have them all before they\nwent back, and this was his turn. \nHe wasn't initially into it, and I\nguess I can't blame him for that. But the fact was that I was, so for me,\nthat's all that mattered. Once he calmed down, I started off slowly and kept\nmyself at a steady pace until his body relaxed a little. I'm sure that if I had\nforced this without the lube, he would have come completely unglued. So would\nhave I under similar circumstances\nAfter about ten, wonderfully tight\nminutes, he seemed resigned to my intrusion. He stuck his head into the bucket\nand did his best to ignore me. All the while I set the bells to jingling away,\njust like Santa's sleigh was said to do in all of the old Christmas stories. \nI loved the way his ass felt, and\nin retrospect, I wondered why I hadn't tested this out on any of the girls. The\nfact was there was still time, and having dipped into each one of them already,\nit seemed like a good idea for later visits. There would be other days and more\nimportantly, other nights.\nRudolph got quite the ass pounding.\nEvery once in a while I forced it in a little too hard and he grunted loudly, but\noverall this lone male held up against the onslaught of my lust. The jangling\nfilled the air as I rode his butt for what seemed like an hour. As much as I\nwanted to blow, I knew this was going to be the only time I put him through\nthis and I intended to make it endure. So in the end, I didn't know which was\ngoing to come sooner, me or Christmas.\nDoing something like this wasn't\nwithout its risks. Oh, we got a little messy, you see. You can't dive into an exit\nwithout coming into contact with the reason the hole is there to begin with. It\ndidn't really bother me mind you. I've had my hands in some pretty disgusting\nthings and this wasn't any worse than most. The fact was I simply acted like I\nhadn't noticed, and ignored it until I was finished. There would be time to\nclean up after the fact.\nSo I screwed him until I couldn't\nhold it back anymore. I went into a flurry of furious pounding the likes of\nwhich even a rhino might have voiced its opposition to. Rudolph extended his\nneck out, letting off a deep lowing sound as his legs stiffened up. I didn't\nknow what it meant, but I hoped it was a good thing for I wasn't about to stop\nnow to find out.\nMy fingers dug into the straps, and\nthe straps in turn cut into my skin as I unloaded my balls into this fine furry\nbeast. His hind quarters were trembling as I reamed his hole until I firmly\nbelieve his passage was capable of handling more waste product than it was\noriginally designed for. My long strokes finally broke the will of his anus as\nit ultimately relaxed under the pounding it was receiving. It was probably just\nin time, since I was ramming it home right down to the base of my cock.\nWhat I hadn't realized at the time\nwas that despite the discomfort I initially caused him, the constant rubbing\nstimulated his nerves to the point that his own cock had dropped out into the\nchilly air, and in the final throes of my furious battering of his backside, he\nshot a load onto the ground. A little steam rose from it where it lay\ncongealing on the dirt.\nI didn't notice it until I had\npulled out, my attention initially centered on the bit of a mess I had become\nin the process of making him one of my bitches. When I did, I patted his sides.\n\"So Rudolph, you did like what we\nwere doing, didn't you!\"\nHe snorted a small blast of steam\ninto the air. His legs were a little shaky after all of that abuse and mine weren't\nmuch better. Despite the chill, I finished stripping to avoid getting my\nclothing any messier than it was. I had to look a sight, and not a good one. It\nwas fixable however, and a hot shower later, I returned to the pen with a warm,\nwet towel and washed him up, drying his fur as best I could. These guys were\npretty tough, so I knew the chill wouldn't bother him, but I hardly wanted\nthere to be questions in the morning over the cause of his messy rump.\nI gave him a treat and rubbed the\nfur on his hard head. \"Well boy, you did good. Not everyone handles anal as\nwell as you did.\"\nI walked back, ready to head to\nbed. I did have visions in my head; not of sugarplums, but of firm caribou\nbacksides and warm little holes. They girls had been great of course, but he\nwas something special. And then I laughed. After all, in the end, no one can\nsay I didn't let Rudolph play in any of the reindeer games. I'm equal\nopportunity lover.\nOh, and before I forget; Merry\nChristmas! \nIt 's the season for giving after\nall. I had a few days left before it got there, and I still had more to give.\nSanta can't have all the fun, now can he?"}