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            "So mate, are you ready to tackle

your first roo?"

"You make it sound like it's going

to be a challenge!"

"It can be. That's half the fun

mate! Ya got to catch one first."

I was a little let down. "You mean

you don't have one in a pen somewhere?"

"Oh don't be such a sook. Trust me.

We'll catch one, have a bit of fun and let her go again. It's a little work,

but it's worth the effort."

"If you say so. I must admit that

I'm curious how one goes about screwing a kangaroo. They're not designed with

humans in mind."

"You let me worry about that. I'm

an old hand at it. Might not meet your standards, but out here in the bush, we

do what we necessary to get the job done. "

He had another gun with him, one I

recognized right away. It made sense how he was going to go about it now. I

guess I should have figured it out right away. We drove for quite a ways until

he pulled off the road. The going was no worse now as it was before and I was

left to wonder if the roads were merely the shortest distances between two

places. Of course, considering the varieties of weather here, a regular asphalt

road would hardly hold up for very long. You got what you got in the Outback

and you made do with it.

"I know we passed a mob on the way

into the station, but what we want are the reds. They're the largest and the

ones most likely not to come to any harm from your donger. Males are big and

build with a sizable one too, so all we need to do is to find a group, tranq a

nice sheila, and follow her until she drops."

"Have you ever lost one?"

"Not a one. The stuff we have in

our darts works pretty damn fast. That faster they go, the faster it spreads

throughout their system. She'll make it no more than a kilometre or two before

she drops."

He set his sights on a big female.

She wasn't nearly as big as the boomer, or if you prefer simpler English, the

male; but she was still good sized. I had binoculars, because we were far

enough away to make sure we weren't spotted. As he said it;

"If you can hit one without

completely spooking the rest, sometimes she'll stick with the mob until she's

out. Then I just have to drive up and scare off the rest. Then they go all limp

like. They can be a handful to hoist up into the truck. It'll be nice to have

someone to help load her once we get a dart in her."

It didn't happen the way he had

hoped, but she did drop after only a few hundred yards. She was still awake

when we got there, and struggling to get her big feet back under her. But even

as we watched, the drug took effect and she was out.

"Let's get her into the back and be

off."

She wasn't really all that heavy,

perhaps weighing around seventy five pounds. But she was as limp as a wet

noodle. We hoisted her up onto the back and rolled her in, slamming the back

door once she was settled. I thought it odd that he planned on driving all the

way back to the station, and then afterwards driving her back out to here. It

almost didn't seem worth it.

It turns out there was another

station out here. It had minimal supplies, but it did have water, a little

food, ammo, gasoline, and a cot. Apparently it had been set up as an emergency

station in case a vehicle broke down. I never knew how enormous the Outback was

until I was in it. Then it seemed huge. So setting up a few precautionary

places like this was genius.

He pulled alongside the building

and unlocked the padlock on the door. The back of the Rover was opened and a

limp kangaroo was pulled out and into the building. We carried her through the

door, but instead of closing it, he left it open. It was a good thing, for it

was stifling in there. He opened a metal-shuddered window and let the breeze

flow through. It was a relief, because I knew I was going to be working up a

sweat real soon.

"So you've never seen a roo up

close before? They're an interesting animal, unless you've gotten your fill of

them. Then they're a lot like a sheep."

I almost asked if he had done a sheep

before. I had.

What? Just because I didn't tell

you everything doesn't mean I haven't done it. But sheep are common, and sadly,

all too easy. In our zoo, I simply walked them back to the clinic. They're fun,

but hardly noteworthy. Now remind me to tell you about the mountain goat. That

was a completely different experience. And in a cooler clime as well.

We laid her out on the cot. "See

here," he said, pointing to her opening, "she's of a size for it, but trying to

do one while they're awake is impossible. Even if she were willing, this tail

gets in the way."

He was right about that. Her thick

tail was long and heavy. "How does a buck manage it then? It's not like they ever

adopt the missionary position."

"Now that's a good question mate.

We may have to bag a boomer just to show you what he's got hidden inside. Trust

nature to give him just what he needs for the job. "

It had to be something fairly

remarkable, because from the backside, there was no way I was going to

penetrate her. The only ways I figured it could happen was  to have her on top, which was pointless to try

with a waking one, and to have her as she was presently positioned. That tail

was wonderful for them to balance with, and to stabilize with when they were

bounding along, but it was like having a bolster in the middle of the bed when

it came to sex.

Her opening was a pronounced mound

directly under the base of that tail. Her fur surrounded it, with a section of

pink flesh, and then some spare hairs covering the opening. Nigel rather roughly

spread it open.

"See, more than enough room for a

bonger to fit in there. Heck, if humans and roos could breed, I'd have hundreds

of joeys out and about by now."

I didn't know if he was joking or

not. If he used up that much tranquilizer over time, his bosses would have

noticed. "Really?"

"Sure, but I'm not always so easy

going. I've been known to stalk and catch a female without cheating." He was

pulling off his shirt. "See these scars? That shows you what you might have to

deal with when the lady isn't sent to lullaby land."

I had noticed the scars before, but

I had refrained from asking about then. It was a dual set of parallel slash

marks going up his sides.

"Roo claws. Those feet may look

comical mate, but the legs they're attached to are powerful."

I could imagine the blood running

down his sides from that attack. "Caution is the best defense you have against

such a lethal kick."

"Right you are mate. Let me tell

you, there is something to be said for holding down a struggling roo and doing

it while it's awake. But that is a job for a younger man to contemplate. I gave

it up a long time ago."

By now he was stripped. Climbing on

top of her, he worked in his finger for a little while, and finding her not

quite wet enough, spit on the head of his cock and rubbed it over her hole

until he got inside. I tilted my head to watch the rest of his cock slide in

until his body was pressed against hers. He let out a sigh.

"Now that's what I call a ripper! This

girl is a nice little spunk and she's as tight as a teenage whore."

I could only believe him as I

watched him go at it, my own cock hard and ready for action. I watched her legs

and feet flopping loosely at her sides. She was still breathing, even if it was

slow and shallow. I wondered if he had ever overdosed any of his partners, but

figured it was probably an impolite thing to ask. Considering that they were

shot and killed by the thousands, a single accidental death hardly counted in

the grand scheme of things.

Nigel was really going to town on

her hole, enough that the entire cot was shifting back and forth across the

dusty floor. His toes were dug into the sides, and his fingers were locked into

the canvas at the top.

"She won't be hurt by this will

she?"

"Nah! A boomer can mate with a

female for hours. I've watched the sheilas try to get away, but a big male will

hold them still for eight or nine matings, even longer if there aren't many

females around for him to breed with."

I suppose the females had to be

pretty tough to deal with that, but unlike so many other species, they didn't

give birth to a sizable offspring. When a marsupial gave birth, it was to a

tiny little pink nothing that finished growing up in the pouch. So that meant

that their cloaca didn't have to stretch to accommodate any oversized birth.

And that meant it was going to be as tight as possible.

Nigel was really put some steam

into it, and the heat was causing him to perspire. Sweat was dripping off his

head and chest, raining down upon the object of his lust like a miniature

thunder storm. I was left to wonder if he was going to leave anything left of

her for my own pleasure, so hard was he working her over.

I could tell when he was ready to

come, because his ass clenched up and the cot frame nearly shook apart. Her

head was flopping wildly to and fro as he pounded away on her hole like a pile

driver. He let out a yell when he came that nearly startled me right out of the

building. When he was done, he panting and sweating like a whore in church.

"God, it's been too long. I've been

so comfortable with little Gertrude for the past year that I forgot how much

fun a roo could be."

He swung off the bed like a drunken

man. He went out to the truck and got our canteens. He swallowed half of his in

one draw. "Well Yankee boy, she's all yours!"

He definitely had her reamed and

ready for me. I'm proud to say that I was built slightly larger than he was so

that I didn't mind the mildtly stretched out hole. As it was, it was gaping

just a little, likely because the sedative was relaxing her muscles from head

to toe.

I didn't bother trying to lube up.

I went in dry, but she was plenty wet from her fluids and those he had added. I

dropped on her like a stone and buried myself to the hilt. Because the cot was

a bit wobbly, I had Nigel pack a few pillows and blankets behind her head and

shoulders. This angled her in such a way that I could sit up and still have a

good angle of attack on her hole without rocking the cot too badly. It made it

look like she was looking at me. It was a possibility that she was awake and

merely immobilized by the drug. Either way, it was both creepy and cool at the

same time.

The cot was still wobbling pretty

badly, so Nigel suggested I pull out for a moment. We moved it so that it was

resting against the wall, and he pulled a footlocker against the other end.

However, since I was out for the moment, I asked him if a different position

was possible.

"You mean like doggy style? I'm

telling you mate, that tail won't let you, not unless you tied a rope to it and

hosted it out of the way from above."

"No, I was thinking of laying down

first, and having you rolled her on top."

He laughed. "That's a novel

approach. If you want to try it, it's fine my me."

It took a few moments to get her in

position, and another to get my cock inside her, but then it was done. And I

must say, it was an interesting experience. In my head I was thinking that she

wasn't out of it, but instead was an awake and willing partner. As it was, she

was twitching and moving a little, meaning that the drug was slowly wearing

off. For some reason that made me feel better about this.

She wasn't very heavy and I was

able to handle and manipulate her weight with ease. Her tail was limp between

my legs, and my cock was hard and erect inside her. I grabbed her shoulders and

worked her body over mine for a few minutes, feeling a little activity in her

muscles. I noticed that her eyes were blinking a little too. I could hardly

imagine what was going through her head.

Nigel noticed too. "Careful mate.

It looks like your girlfriend is coming to."

"I see it. I think I'll be fine. I

kind of like it better this way." As it was, I could feel her internal muscles

beginning to tighten up and it was awesome. I know that you're probably

thinking how terrible I was for essentially raping a kangaroo. I do look back

on it now and sort of have a little twinge of guilt, but at the time I was

completely into it. Let's just say that you really had to be there. If you had

the chance I had, you would have taken it too.

I continued to work away on her,

feeling the sweat from my body soaking into the canvas of the cot. I could see

why a male of her species might want to make it last for so long. She was one

hot little mama, even if she was a marsupial. Gertrude had been sort of soft

and fuzzy, but this girl was rippling with muscle. I could see how Nigel had

gotten such severe scars. These might be portrayed as cute little animals, but

there was a lot of power hidden under that hide.

The time came when I could no

longer hold it back. I clamped my legs around her tail and thrust into her for

all I was worth. I could hear the old cot material ripping as I bounced the two

of us to the point where something had to give. Thankfully it was me. I

exploded inside her with a roar; my legs were locked tightly around her in a

crushing embrace as my cock filled her up again with sperm.

My friend looked down at my face from

over the roos shoulder. "If I had any doubts mate, I think you just made than

vanish. I think you have more fun at this than I do. But we had better get her

off. She might just prove to be the most dangerous animal you've ever dealt

with."

I was gasping for air, but I still

managed a guffaw. "Oh hell no! Let me tell you about my tiger when were done

here."

His eyes went wide. "Are you shitting

me mate?"

"Nope! Let me tell you my friend,

I've walked on the edge for a long time. I think you might be surprised by what

I've done!"

"Crikey! And to think I called you

a sook! I think I'd wet myself before trying to make love to a big stripy cat

like a tiger."

"Foreplay my friend. It has a lot

to do with earning their trust. After that, you can sometimes get away with

much." He had no idea how busy I had been.

He reached down and pulled the kangaroo

from on top of me. "I believe you. It sounds like we're going to be going

through lots of bottles and lots of stories."

"Oh, I'm sure we are. But first,

let's get this girl back to her territory."

We got dressed, locked the place

back up and put the roo into the back of the Rover. The drive seemed shorter

this time around. When we got to the approximate spot, we hauled her out and

set her under a cassia bush and waited for her to come fully awake.

It took longer than I thought it

should, so I went to check on her. I was surprised to see her sitting with her

head up, but unmoving. I crouched down beside her and looked into her eyes. She

was staring back at me, thinking some unfathomable thought. Her nose worked the

air for a moment before she struggled to her feet. I backed up to give her some

room. She hopped unsteadily over to me, made a little noise and then slowly hopped

towards the north. She gained speed as she went, until she was out of sight.

I walked back to the Rover.

"What the hell was that all about,"

asked Nigel.

"I don't know. Maybe she was saying

goodbye."

"It was bloody weird is what it

was. I think the girl has a crush on you Yank."

"Maybe. It hardly matters. Me, I

think it was the drugs."

"Call t what you will. You seem to

have a way with animal. Maybe you can teach me a trick or two."

"Out here? I figured you were king

of this territory."

"So did I until I met you."

"Let's go get those beers. I think

it's going to be a long night."