{"sf1_id":800938,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Root Rat and a Wombat","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3005,"posted_at":"2014-12-28T16:28:00.000Z","tags":["Australia","Bestiality","Feral","Human","M/F","Marsupial","Zoophilia","outback","pouch","wombat"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/800938-a-root-rat-and-a-wombat","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/800938","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=800938\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#24 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"            Someone once asked me if these\nstories were in chronological order, by the date they occurred. Heavens no!\nThat would be boring and tedious. I jump around from story to story in an\neffort to keep it interesting. I mean really, how interesting can it be after\nthe fiftieth time that I laid a snow leopard? \nSo I move from species to species, trying to fill you in on all the\npossibilities that are out there in the world...if you're brave enough and\nwilling to expose yourself to a little risk.\nThe next few tales are from a trip\nI took down under. My first zoo didn't keep marsupials, unless you count the native\nopossum that was in the wildlife area. No, I'm talking about the ones that\neveryone knows, like kangaroos, wallabies and koalas.\nThe trip started quite a few years\nafter my first job, when I was no longer working at that particular zoo\nanymore.\nNo, I didn't get discovered and get\nfired. \nThe fact is I got sort of tired of\nit. I wanted to move on to other things and that's what I did. We'll discuss\nthat some other time. For now, just understand that I was going to Australia to\nlearn about their native wildlife, some of which at that time was slowly being\nthreatened by human encroachment. In a few cases it has made a comeback, but\nonly thanks to the concerted effort of folks like myself who invested a lot of\ntime into teaching people not to randomly shoot animals just because they\nthought they might be damaging to their property. Even the Aborigines knew\nbetter that to wantonly destroy animals to no end use.\nI soon made friends with a fellow\nby the name of Nigel. He was a bit of a vet too, but he was more of an\noutdoorsman and a zoologist. He was outgoing, but at the same time rather\nsecretive. It was like he had two sides to him; an open, smiling sort of chap,\nand then when we were alone, a sort of a hush-hush kind of person. It was like\nhe was trying very hard to contain something he didn't want people to know.\nHe was a lot like me and I was\nquick to notice it. I had to wonder what he had up his sleeve. My animal\ninterests where something you didn't discuss with anyone. It hardly mattered\nthat we as a species killed animals all the time, for food and for sport. No,\nthat was fine. Shoot a deer during hunting season and no one would bat an eye,\nbut fuck one and you'd be all over the news. So if there was the slightest\nchance of him being like my Arab friend I mention a while back, I needed to\nfind out. If nothing else we'd have something to talk about, and maybe, just\nmaybe I'd get lucky enough to experience a few exotics up close and personal.\nNigel was in charge of a huge area\nof preserve, and while it might hardly matter to you if I mentioned which one\nit was, he's still alive and someone might give him a hassle. No point in\ntaking a chance on that.\nHe was typically Aussie, from his\ntanned skin to his easy going manner. His vehicle was a much abused Rover which\nlooked like it had been rebuilt from the tires up several times over. It had a\ngun in the back, as he said, in case of emergencies, and a five liter petrol\ncan that was always full. The seats had seen better days a decade earlier and\nwere now mostly just a metal platform. The air conditioning was limited to the\nrusted holes in the body.\nHe was more than ready to answer my\nquestions, and I kept them simple and direct. The fact was I was very\ninterested in his country drew his attention, for the continent had some very\nunique species living on it and nowhere else in the world and he was proud of\nit.  Then again, sometimes these unique\nanimals would make an appearance out of nowhere.\nIt was a shock to see a \"mob\" of\nkangaroos bounding across the road as we rattled our way to the station house.\nIt was hot and dry, and I was glad I had purchased appropriate clothing for the\nstay. He teased me about them being so new looking, but I responded that even\nhis truck had started off life looking a bit more presentable that it was now.\n\"So mate. You're planning on\nbreaking them in?\"\n\"I hope so. And that's not the only\nthing I plan on breaking in.\"\nHe looked at me with a look of\ncuriosity and alarm. \"Wat do you mean by that? You Seppos have some funny ways\nabout you.\"\n\"I've worked closely with animals\nfor years now. It's nice to get out in the wilds with them. I'm just hoping to\nget up close and personal with a few species I haven't had the chance to be\nintimate with yet.\"\nHe appraised me from his seat\nbehind the steering wheel. \"I'm sorry mate. I don't know if I'm making any\nsense of your words.\"\n\"There isn't much to make sense of.\nI'm just really into animals.\"\nWe drove on for a bit. \"Look,\" he\nsaid, \"I'm not much when it comes to being even close to understanding people.\nI no figjam. Ilike living in the bush. So wat are you getting at?\" \nI figured it was now or never. \"I'm\nnot much of a people person either. I like animals. Some might say I like them\na little too much.\"\nHe slammed on the brakes, halting\nthe vehicle on the rough dirt road and sending up a spray of dust. I had to\nchoke back the particles until the breeze blew it away. He was staring at me\nlike I was some kind of freak.\n\"Ere now! Are you saying you'd\nrather have an animal for company than another bloke?\"\n\"Most days, yes.\"\nHe nodded, thinking to himself for\na moment. \"Might you go so far as to say you would prefer an animal over a sheila?\"\n\"I might.\"\nHis smiled grew huge. \"Well then\nmate, the next few weeks might not be as bad as I had feared.\"\nThat was the end of the matter\nuntil we got to the station. The building was a rough construct, looking like\nit had been here for a century or more. It was only about thirty years old, but\nit had weathered to nearly match its surroundings.  There was a lot of junk lying around it, which\nlater on I found to be useful, if battered, tools and equipment.\nSleeping arrangements inside were\nSpartan. Having spent so many years living the life of a monk, a simple army\ncot with a pillow and a blanket seemed fine to me. I threw my bags down in the corner\nand went outside with him. He pointed me to a rusty old chair and then took\nanother.\n\"So mate. Let me see if I\nunderstood you rightly. Are you telling me that you prefer animals over your fellow\nspecies in all things?\"\n\"More or less.\"\n\"Hmmm. Can you be more to the\npoint?\"\n\"Sure. I've been known to dabble\nwith them during their mating season.\"\nHe eased back into his chair. \"And\nhere I thought I was the only one.\"\n\"So, you do play with them on\noccasion?\"\n\"I didn't say that. I'll tell you\nwat mate. You prove to me you're on the level and then maybe we'll talk.\"\n\"What do you have in mind?'\n\"Gertrude.\"\n\"Who's Gertrude?\"\n\"You'll see. We'll get you settled\nin and a meal in ya and go from there.\"\nAnd that is exactly what we did.\nAfter eating a meal of things cut from a can, he took me out behind the station\nto a wall off enclosure. There was a burrow to one side, but no animal sight. Seeing\nas it was hot out, even the hardy kangaroos knew when to get out of the sun.\nBut whatever it was in here, he wasn't telling me just yet. All he'd say is,\n\"If you do Gertrude, I trust your word on anything.\"\nThat got my interest up. The burrow\nwas good sized, but I wasn't familiar with what might have made it. It wasn't\nuntil later when he went out with a bucket of grain and vegetable scraps that I\ngot to see her.\nShe was a big ball of fur, rather\ncute in an odd way, and hardly something I thought I could go sticking my cock\ninto. Gertrude was a wombat.\nI didn't know much at all about\nthem. No zoos in the United States had any such animal, and even things like\nthe familiar wallabies, kangaroos and koalas were rare to the point of being\nnonexistent. So seeing her for the first time was a revelation. However, I made\nmy feelings known to Nigel.\n\"This isn't big enough for me to do\nanything with. I'd kill her trying to get inside\"\n\"You've got a good heart mate, but\nmaybe you've got roos in you upper paddock. You're right. If I tried to stick\nmy donger into her hidey hole, I'd end up serving her for the next day's meal.\n\"\n\"Then what's the point?\"\n\"I'll show ya.\"\nHe let her eat, and when she was\nfull and rather lazy, he jumped in, hoisted her up and came back over the wall.\n\"Now Gertie here, she's a good girl, but she's got claws that'll tear apart\nrock if she's in the mood. She needs her sleeping bag first.\"\nI watched with curiosity as he\nstrapped her into a canvas suit. It had two openings, one for her head and one\nfor her back end. He legs were cinched in snuggly, keeping her from moving. She\nlooked comical, but in no way alarmed at her predicament. Apparently this was\nold hat.\nNigel flipped her over on his cot.\n\"Now you see here, a wombat is a marsupial like everything else on our blessed\nslice of planet Earth.\"\n\"I know that.\"\n\"Well, she's got the female parts\nalright, but they're not you're normal ones.\"\n\"I know that too!\"\n\"So you see, if you were a kid, then\nmaybe you could get your donger inside her, but trying to stick a full sized\none in won't work. But wat she does have mate, is her pouch. And because the\nlittle bugger is a digger, her pouch faces backwards. Nature did that to keep\nher joey from getting all dirty. And that pouch you see is stretchy like,\nbecause a joey goes from being an ankle biter to a good sized youngster before\nhe moves out.\"\nTo demonstrate, he pried open a\nflap of skin, showing a hollow as he pulled up on it. It was definitely more\nlikely to handle a human cock than her cloaca, which might take my middle\nfinger to the hilt without too much trouble but nothing more.\nI was immediately intrigued. I had\nnever thought of anything like this before. If this were some sort of test, I\nsuppose then that I needed to pass it. \"What do you do for lube?\" After all,\nthe pouch wasn't made of any sort of tissue that self lubricated.\n\"Doesn't matter. I usually just\neither get a good wad of spit in my hand, or a little cooking oil. The\nimportant thing is that when you're done playing with her to get her cleaned up\nand dry. Can't have my girl getting an infection from having moisture in her\npocket, now can I?\"\nI was wavering. He seemed legit,\nfor why else would he have this little setup for her. \"So, I can have a go?\"\n\"Be my guest. Little Gertie is\namiable enough, though she hardly ever sees strangers. It's just her and me and\na few thousand square miles of outback.\"\nI nervously stripped down, feeling\na little ill at ease in doing s in front of someone. He didn't say a word.\nSince he didn't offer any lubricant, I spit in my hands until the palms were slick\nand I rubbied my stiff cock from top to bottom. I had seen how he had opened\nher pouch and I repeated the movements and was rewarded with a puckered entrance.\nThe cot was narrow, so I straddled it and bent my knees until I was able to\npress the head of my cock at the opening. Once the head was inside, the rest\nslid in easily. It was weird, but nice.\nI dropped down on top of her,\nbracing myself on the side supports of the cot. I looked up at Nigel. \"How much\ncan she take?\"\n\"Length or energy mate?\"\n\"Energy I guess. She's seems to be\ntaking what I have to give fairly well.\"\n\"Go easy at first. I ain't never\nhurt her, but there's first time for everything.\"\nI went slowly, trying to get a feel\nfor what I was doing. Any vagina, even in a marsupial, surrounds you evenly. It's\nfirm in all directions. With this, it was firm on the underside of my cock where\nit rubbed her belly, but that sensation was a bit less on the top as her skin\nstretched a little around me.\n\"This isn't hurting her is it?\"\n\"Naw. A joey grows claws early on.\nIf she's tough enough against that, a little bit of soft meat ain't goin to\nbother her none. She and I have been having fun for over a year now.\"\nSatisfied with his explanation, and\nnow aware that he at least was a comrade of sorts, I allowed my body weight to\npress down on her as I picked up speed. This pouch must have a great ability to\nexpand, just like a uterus, for at the moment, I couldn't imagine anything more\nthat a very small baby being able to fit inside it.\n My cock was quite happy to be where it was.\nShe struggled a bit inside her\nstraight jacket, and this made a little uncomfortable, but remembering the ease\nat how he handed her before, and her willingness to be trussed up, I figured\nshe was just letting off some errant energy. Her actions weren't violent; they\nwere more like she was trying to adjust herself within the confines of her \"sleeping\nbag\"..\nI held up my upper half, allowing\nmy lower body to press against her. Wombats aren't huge, but she was a good\nforty pounds or more. I have a feeling she was probably getting more food than\nwas necessary and had packed on a little extra weight. It made sense in two\nways. One, she was his pet. People always pampered their pets. And secondly,\nthe heavier she was, the more likely it was that she wouldn't come to any harm\nfrom his hanky-panky.\nI fucked her for quite a while. I\nreally had no idea that this was a daily routine for the two of them, so I\nfigured I'd better make my first time a good one. It might be my last.  It wasn't. I finally came after a good twenty\nminutes of pounding away, making the cot creak and groan as I really got into\nthis novel method of getting off.\nWhen I came, I spilled out inside\nher with a gush. I stayed where I was for a moment, making sure my legs would\nhold me before getting off.\n\"Well mate, wat do ya think?\" His\ngrin was enormous.\n\"It was different. I would never\nhave thought of such a thing.\"\n\"You'll have to tell me about your\nexperiences. I have a feeling there's more to you than meets the eye.\" As he\nwas talking he was stripping down. He was lean and fit from his years in the\nOutback. He straddled the bed and thrust into her pouch. \"It's rare that I go as\nthe after man. It's nice to have the old girl warmed up and ready for action.\nThis was the first time I had ever\nwatched someone do what I did. It's one thing to know what you're doing and\nanother to watch. It was pretty intense. I was thinking now that I should have\ninvested in a movie camera. But then; no. If someone found the film reels, I\nwould be out of a job and behind bars. Some things where best left to memory alone.\nI thought that I had maybe been a\nlittle rough, but Nigel had the whole cot shaking before he was done. Gertie\nhad been driven up on the cot a good six or seven inches by the time he blew\nhis load inside. When he pulled out, a flow of sticky white followed. He picked\nher up and took her to a wash basin, where he rinsed out her pouch before\ndrying it carefully. He then undid the apparatus that was holding her in place\nand gently tossed her back over the wall to her enclosure.\n\"Well mate, I never thought I'd see\nthe day I found another bloke interested in a wider range of sheilas than\nmyself. I suppose you have some stories to tell me?\"\n\"Only if you share some of yours.\"\n\"Crikey! Wat's there to tell. All\nI've got is my Gertrude and a host of roos.\"\n\"That's it?\"\n\"No, to be honest. But I'm not\nalways a nice person. I don't like dingoes, and I make sure they know it. Not\nsure how you'd feel about those stories.\"\n\"I guess you'll just have to tell\nme and let me decide.\"\n\"Sounds like we'll need a few pints\nto tide us over. What say you and I drive to the bottle shop grab us some\nroadies?\"\n\"Is there one close?\"\n\"Sure. Only about forty kilometers\nsouth of here. That's nothing.\"\n\"Then what are we waiting for. I'm\nbuying!\""}