{"sf1_id":804302,"sf2_id":null,"title":"And Dingo was his Name-O","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2771,"posted_at":"2015-01-06T02:44:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Australia","Bestiality","Canine","Dingo","Feral","Human","M/M","Zoophilia","drugged","outback"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/804302-and-dingo-was-his-name-o","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/804302","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=804302\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#26 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"                Nigel\nwas suddenly very open about his life once he found out I was into animals as\nmuch as he was. He was quite jealous of the numbers and types I had encounters\nwith, especially all of the big cats. Felines were not native to Australia and\nhe had little chance of visiting the zoos with any sort of amorous intentions\nand having them fulfilled.\nBut he had been quick to point out\nthat they did have one canine, the dingo. \"Mate, I have to tell ya, I hate them\nwild dogs! I know I'm out here to protect the animals, but I got set upon once and\nI've held a grudge every since. They're no better than a bitzer in my book\"\nI wasn't about to argue with him.\nHe was, after all, my present companion and my only means of getting back to\ncivilization. \"Are you telling me then that you've never had one?\"\nHis looked turned wry. \"I'm not\nsaying nothing of the sort mate. Let's just say that I'm not as nice about it\nwhen it comes to them.\"    \n\"As in?\" \n\"Oh, let's just go round one up and\nI'll show you.\"\nHe threw his gear in the truck and\nwe headed off into the bush early one morning to a region he knew had a\npopulation of them. \"We'll have to keep an eye out for the little blighters,\nbecause they blend in with the dirt. It's hard to catch them out during the\nheat of the day, so that's why I dragged you out of your bunk so damn early.\"\nWe drove until the light was just\nbeginning to show over the horizon. There was a range of low hills to the north.\nWe stopped near the closest one and got out of the truck. He had the tranq gun\nwith him again. I felt a little sorry for the animals, but not too sorry. I had\ndrugged a few in my day, just to make the encounter safer for both parties.\nThey weren't my high points, but I never regretted the decisions.\nThere was a small pack of the\nanimals hanging out near an outcrop of rock. There were no pups, which made me\nfeel a little better. I didn't want to be responsible for breaking up a family\nin case something went wrong. Out here in the middle of nowhere was no place to\ntry and resuscitate an animal because the dose in the dart was too strong.\nHe chose the largest animal and\nplaced it in his sights. I was watching through the binoculars again as a\nsecond set of eyes. Like the kangaroo, we didn't want to lose our quarry and\nthere was a slight chance that this pack had some burrows nearby. They wouldn't\nbe deep, but there was no point in losing sight of the animal once the dart\nfound its mark.\nI heard him squeeze the trigger.\nThe dart was too small and fast to be seen, but its effect wasn't. The targeted\ndingo leapt in the air with a yelp. It took off a few yards before turning to\nbite at the painful intrusion into its hide. From what I could see it managed\nto pull the dart out, but the damage had already been done.  As it turned and leaped in agitation, the drug\ncoursed through its veins until it collapsed on the ground.\n\"That'll teach the little blighter!\"\nNigel cried with satisfaction.\n\"What now?\"\n\"We go scare off the rest and claim\nour prize!\" \nThat's exactly what we did. The rest\nwere already a little edgy and our abrupt appearance sent them scurrying off,\nleaving their unconscious companion to us. Nigel was the nimblest of us at\nnavigating the uneven ground and arrived first. He hollered back to me.\n\"I hope you don't mind boys once in\nawhile. I aimed for the biggest and snagged me a bloke instead of a Sheila.\"\nI had already told him about the\nlion so he knew it didn't matter as much as it might have to a purist . I think\nhe had been hoping the biggest was a female, but as far as that went the\nbiggest animals were almost always males. This one was probably a good sixty\npounds or more, ten pounds over the average. He was rather pretty once you got\nup close and personal, and while his colors were tan/light brown and hardly\nflamboyant, he still had a rather noble bearing to him.\nNigel proved his innate dislike for\nthe species by roughly yanking up on the dingo's tail and pointing to his anus.\n\"It's been a while, but I can tell ya that this here hole is good for a few\nhours of fun.\"\n\"Few hours? The drug shouldn't last\nthat long.\"\n\"You're right Yank, but I've been\nknown to apply extra if it's needed.\"\n\"I see. If it's alright with you,\nlet's just get back and experience a little fun without going overboard on the\ndrugs.\"\n\"Whatever suits ya. You go getting\nall soft on me though and I'll be calling you a sook again.\"\nNames didn't mean a thing to me.\nNigel threw the unconscious animal\nover his shoulders and packed it back out to the truck. Just to be safe, he\nslapped a muzzle on it and bound its feet. He had no desire for it to somehow\nfight off the drug and come to in the truck. It seemed more like he was just\nbeing mean, but when in Australia, and especially the Outback, you did as your\nguide did.\nOnce we were back at the station he\npulled the poor thing out by its feet and carried it inside. Instead of taking\nover to a cot however, he draped it over the narrow table that served as both\neating center and work space, depending on the need. Today's need was a little\nout of the ordinary.\nHe ran a cord under the table,\nlinking the tied front and back legs together. It seemed a little extreme to\nme, considering the animal was limp, but I wasn't in a position to argue with\nhis actions. I had never dealt with a dingo before.\nThe canine's rump was now at a\nperfect height to reach from a standing position. Nigel dropped his pants and\nspread the relaxed orifice until the pink showed, at which point he went to\npush in. I had the nerve to stop him.\n\"Damn! You're going in dry?\"\n\"You'd better believe it.\"\n\"I'd prefer if you didn't. You\ncould do a lot of damage doing that.\"\n\"Look mate, I don't rightly care\nmuch for these beasties.  If he goes back\nto his pack with his tail between his legs and a funny wobble to his walk, it's\na far better thing than if I just kill him outright!\"\n\"Maybe, but this animal in\nparticular didn't do a damn thing to you. So maybe you could be the better for\nit and cut him a little slack. What if it were you tied down on this table?\"\nHe looked like he was trying to\nswallow a lemon sideways. \"You've got some funny notions, but I'll do it your\nway.\" He finished kicking off his pants and stepped outside for a second. He\ncame back with a strange looking piece of plant. It was out of context for me\nuntil he explained.\n\"Aloe Vera. Nice to put on a cut or\na burn. It grows well out here if you remember to water it once in a while. And\nit's slippery enough to make even you happy.\" \n\"Thanks. It does make me feel better.\"\n\"If it makes you feel better, think\nof the wonders it'll do for him!\"\nHe smeared the thick slippery sap\nover his cock and lined back up again. There was a moment when the hole seemed\nto balk at being entered instead of exited, but all at once it gave way and he\nwas inside. It made me wince just thinking about that being done bone dry. This\nguy was nice enough, but he had it in for the poor dingoes!\nHe had the tail in one hand and the\nother braced on the animal's back. The table was soon rocking and creaking, and\njust to make sure it didn't collapse i sat on the opposite side to brace it. It\nalso allowed me to keep a close eye on the dingo. While the drugs can sometimes\nstop their breathing, I had a feeling that the present stimulation to its\nbackside was more than enough to counter the effect.\nNigel was reaming the dingo's ass\nwith as much energy as he had put into the kangaroo. It was funny to think that\nthe two animals were very nearly in the same weight range, and yet the dingo\nseemed somehow smaller. It was an illusion really, for their bodies were not\nshaped the same way, and that made a lot of difference.\nI could tell from his face that\nthis was more a rape than actual sex. I was beginning to think that this might\nhave been a bad idea. But then, I didn't know his story and therefore lacked\nany real information. I had been lucky enough to only have a few real run-ins\nwith any of my animals, and the worst of those hadn't even occurred during a\ntryst. Life in the Outback was a lot rougher than life in a zoo, even when you\nlived in one. I did my best to cut him some slack.\nI could tell when he was done and\nyet he continued to pound away on the limp dingo's ass until his cock was finally\ntoo flaccid to stay in. He pulled away from the table with a look of grim satisfaction\non his face. \"Don't get me wrong mate. Dingoes are handsome animals. And they've\ngot lovely tight holes regardless of the sex. But I hold a grudge, and when I\nhold a grudge, it's for a long time.\"\nI didn't say a word. I had a\nfeeling he would tell me eventually what the problem was that he had with these\nanimals. Something from his past from the sounds of it, and likely from when he\nwas little. Traumatic experience in childhood tended to haunt you all through\nlife.\nI dropped my pants and took over\nhis spot. The dingo's hole was well loosened and far better lubricated than at\nthe start of this adventure. I could only imagine what was going through its\nmind, assuming it had any consciousness at the moment.\nInstead of roughing this fellow up,\nI gently grabbed his sides and thrust in. His tail was a bit annoying, but once\nI was inside, it hardly mattered where it fell to. Unlike my friend, I took the\ntime to admire his body form, fur and other features. It was interesting that\nthe scientific community listed the dingo as a subspecies of wolf, because he really\ndidn't have the normal features commonly associated with the species.\n I should know.\nAs for how he was, sexually speaking,\nall I can say is that he was one hell of a fuck. I would have preferred trying\nthis out on a waking dingo; one that had been acclimated to human contact; but\nsince my choices along those lines were limited to what I had before me, I bit\nmy tongue, lowered my moral standards and went on to enjoy myself as best I could.\nEven under these conditions it was quite wonderful.\nHis ass was still plenty tight,\neven after his first reaming. My actions were nowhere nearly as vigorous as\nNigel had been. Taking into account that this poor fellow was going to have to recuperate\nlater, I kept my thrusts slow but plenty deep. I would pull back, luxuriating\nin the feel of his warm tunnel as the head of my cock scraped along his\ninterior. I pulled until I was almost out before shoving back in. It might not\nseem macho, but it was a hell of a lot more satisfying than ramming it home\nlike you were some sort of fiend hell-bent on causing destruction.\nBesides, what was the rush in getting\noff? This little fellow was out for the count which was all the better for him.\nAs tight as he was, he reminded me a lot of the Maned Wolves, only they were\nmuch leggier. They fit about the same weight category, and to be honest, I was\ngetting hornier (if that were a real possibility under the circumstances)\nwondering what a female dingo would be like. I had heard they came into heat\ntwice a year, but only one worked for producing cubs. That made for some\ninteresting musings.\n I was a patient man. I might have to see about\ngetting a dingo for myself.  If I was\ngoing to have a pet dog, why not something unique like this? It might be\ntricky, but I did have friends in some high places. What use were they if I didn't\nuse them to my advantage from time to time?\nDespite the slow route I was taking\nphysically, my mind was soon over the top from so many found remembrances of my\nother canine pursuits. I could feel the rise up in my loins and no matter how\nhard I tried to suppress it, it wasn't going to stop. I finally let loose, careful\nnot to go at it too hard, but with a lot more energy than I had been using up to\nthis point. The table went into a fit of creaking as I drove my cock in until\nit exploded. \nI loosened my grip on the furry\nbody and relaxed. I had to admit that I was enjoying myself down under (under\nthe tail that is), even doing things in a manner less akin to my normal modus\noperendi. As it was, this fellow would be returned to his pack more or less\nunscathed; learning if nothing else to be even more wary of humans than he was\nbefore.\nWe dropped him off a few hours\nafter we had first snagged him, placing him on the road near the vehicle where\nwe could monitor his recovery. When he finally managed to get to his feet, I\nhad to wonder if the wobble in his step was caused by the drugs or his abused\nrear end. He looked back at us, probably seeing double for the moment. He then\nturned and made a little call to his pack, who responded in turn. He slipped\nthrough some brush and was gone.\nThe drive back was quiet. When we\nmade it to the station once again, we got out and had some food and a few\nbeers. \"So Yank, you think I'm too hard on them damn dogs?\"\n\"Maybe a little.\"\n\"You may be right.\" He rolled up\nhis pant leg, showing an old healed gash. \"Got caught by a pack when I was a\nkid out hiking alone. Stupid thing to do at my age, but it was a hard lesson\nthat was well learned. Maybe too well learned.\"\n\"Perhaps. You might want to see\nabout getting yourself a pup and hand raising it. It'll never be tame, but who\nknows? You may find that if you're lucky, you might have a friend for life.\"\n\"Dingoes are pretty damned independent.\nStill, you may have something there mate. What's the worst that could happen?\"\n\"Exactly. Give it a try. Domesticated\ndogs had to start somewhere. Legend has it these fellows followed the ancestors\nof the Aboriginals over thousands of years ago.\"\n\"And you think they were having\naffairs with their little doggies?\"\n\"I have no idea. I guess you'd need\nto delve into their lore to find that out.\"\n\"Hmmm. You may have something\nthere. I've got a few friends among them. I'd just need a polite way of asking\nsuch a question.\"\n\"I wouldn't think it would be that hard.\"\n\"I'll think on it mate. So,\" he\nasked with a twinkle in his eye, \"Have you ever seen an emu up close?\"\n\"Nope! Just an ostrich.\"\n\"Really, a big bird like that? Heck,\nI know a fella who raises the shaggy two legs about a day's drive from here. They're\nmore of a practical size that their African cousins. Are you game?\"\n\"Count me in!\"\nAfter all, what's life without its experiences?\nAnd at least this time, my companion would be awake and on its feet. That's\nwhat I was hoping at least. Time would tell. "}