{"sf1_id":820979,"sf2_id":null,"title":"My Red-Haired Asian Lover","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3274,"posted_at":"2015-02-18T17:44:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Feral","Human","Primate","Vaginal","Zoo","Zoophilia","ape","asia","orangutan"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/820979-my-red-haired-asian-lover","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/820979","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=820979\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#30 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"               You know, thinking about Koko got\nme thinking about some of my detractors out there. I don't normally engage in\nphilosophical matters, because neither side has anything much to back them up\nwith in the way of facts. Feelings are not morals. Being a vegetarian, for\nexample, is a choice. We as humans have canine teeth, and they are part of the\ndental assembly of a meat eater. So choose to eat vegetables if you wish to,\nbut there is nothing to back it up as being natural to our kind. We are\nomnivores plain and simple.\n    The same might be said for sex with\nanimals. True, in the basic biology of creatures, like sticks to like. But it\nisn't completely limited to that, but again, I'm not here to get on my soapbox\nabout interspecies relationships. What I am going to discuss here is a case\nwhere human morality, or the lack of it, really comes into play. So here is the\nquestion.\n                Can you\nrape an animal? The answer is yes.\n                You can\nalso beat one, starve one, and of course, kill one. Thousands die on the\nhighway in any given week, from mice to moose. People get pets and then don't\ntake care of them or abuse them. So then, how does sex fit into the picture? If\nthe animal is into it, what difference does it make? And the difference, for\nthose unable to find the answer, is that a human is having fun in a way not\nmorally recognized by the greater population, and often based purely on\nreligious reasons.\n                I have\ncrossed these boundaries from time to time, but in the end, no real harm came\nto the animals. But what if harm did come to an animal? Where does a person\ndraw the line?\n                Allow\nme to enlighten you on what is wrong when it comes down to this little fetish.\n                Her\nname was Pony, though since her name wasn't in English, it is more of a\ntranslation. Pony is still alive, but she is living proof of taking something\nway too far. She's evidence that humans can be total bastards. Sometimes\nkilling is a far better thing for an animal than the stuff we can think of to put\nit through.\n                Pony is\nan orangutan.  She was born in the wilds\nof Borneo, and when still a babe was removed from the carcass of her murdered\nmother. She eventually fell into the hands of a madam who ran a brothel in the forests\nwhere there were lumberjacks felling tropical trees. Despite there being a fair\nnumber of human girls, Pony became a favorite with the men because she was so\nnovel. \n                That's\nright, the men preferred screwing a distant cousin over a normal girl.\n                That\nbeing said, I don't necessarily disagree with their tastes. But here's the\nthing. Pony was shaved every other day to look more \"human\", and was chained to\na corner with a dirty mattress. There were no records kept, but she was so used\nto the constant attention that when she saw a man, she would gyrate on the floor\nas an enticement to draw their attention.\n                It was\nall she knew.\n                And\nthis breaks my heart.\n                There\nare limits to which such things should be taken. Playing around with an animal\nthat has some concept of its own existence is one thing, but putting an\nintelligent creature such as an orangutan through something like that is just awful.\n                Orang\nmales are known to perpetuate rape within their own hierarchy, but that is not\nfor me to judge. But I can judge my fellow humans who do something as awful as\nthis. The poor girl never had a choice in the matter.\n                Imagine\nif you will how many times a day she might have been used, and multiply it over\na span of years. The folks in the region were so dead set on keeping her that\nthey would overpower the police sent to free her. It literally took a small\narmy equipped with assault rifles to free her. And that is a terrible thing if\nyou set your mind to it.\n                So. Now\nthat I've depressed you, allow me to go on a lighter note. Like gorillas,\norangs are very gentle creatures, except for the aforementioned ability to\nrape. But in that case, studies seem to find that it is the only way for the\nlesser males to make their mark, so one can chalk it up to evolutionary bias,\nnothing more.\n                But\nwhat happens when, like Koko, you restrict a female from others of her kind?\nSimple. They yearn for companionship.\n                My\nsecond job, at a bigger zoo than my first, was such a case. They had an orang\nfemale named Lucille, after the lively television actress and comedian. I was\ndrawn to her right away just for her solitary life. Too many animals have been\nforced by budgets and such financial reasons to be mere display pieces and not\npart of a greater experience.\n                She was\nnervous around me at first, which was completely normal, but when I started to\nspend time in her cage, bringing her food and even cleaning in there, she\nrelaxed. We soon were very good friends, largely because I saw her as more than\nsimply a dumb animal.\n                Our\nattachment grew quickly, because unlike the other handlers, I was more than\nwilling to engage in physical contact with her. It wasn't sexual, not at first,\nbut just simple grooming and hand holding. Everyone else thought it was weird\nuntil she started to react more. Hell, depression can set in even with animals\nlike cats and dogs. People are so damn arrogant when it comes to stuff like\nthat. Most of the time I think that such shortsighted idiots should just go jump\noff a cliff; or as mom used to say, take a long walk off a short pier. \n                Animals\ncan be much more vibrant and aware than we were ever allowing that they could\nbe. That has changed some in the past decade or so, but back in the day, it was\nstill just us versus them.\n                Needless\nto say, Lucille got to be very friendly, largely because I was open to giving\nher more emotion in return for that which she showed me. Any relationship worth\nits weight is a matter of compromise. It got to the point where she was looking\nforward to my visits, even if it meant getting a shot, which she hated.\n                The\nshots were eventually deleted from her routine after I restructured their\ndietary program, which was pretty lame. I showed them more appropriate foods\nfor her, and added oral supplements instead of injectables as being less\nstressful to her and also less beneficial. This girl associated the drastic\nchanges with me I think, and was therefore quite fond of everything associated\nwith my presence. Heck, I wasn't all that happy when it came to getting\nimmunized, so I could hardly blame her.\n                During\nthe day there was little I could do outside of the socially acceptable patterns\nI had established. She was getting very friendly, often making me sit and get\nexamined for parasites. Since I was free from them, I would often sprinkle some\ncooked rice into my hair just to make her happy. \n                Hey! It\nwas only rice!\n                The\nfact was, we got very close. But unlike my earlier job, there was no constant\nstaying overnight at this zoo. I had a house a few miles distant, but there was\nno one but a security guard who patrolled the place during the off hours.\n                A few\nmonths into the job I had to leave for a week to attend a conference, and upon\nreturning Lucille was in a sad state. She thought I had left for good and had\nrefused to eat. I made a bigger deal out of than I should have, but I figured\nif I threw everyone into a scare, I might be able to get away with whatever I\nwanted. And what I wanted was some time alone with her.\n                I told\nthem I'd stay overnight with her to make sure she ate. I ordered a pizza and\nhad it delivered for me, and one of the guys got me a six pack of beer, so I\nwas set for the night. Everyone thought I was some sort of saint for going out\nof my way like this.\n                The\njoke was on them.\n                Lucille\nwas of course overjoyed at my return, and that night we shared her food and\ngroomed to our hearts content. I was feeling pretty good after a couple of\nbeers, even giving her one when she showed some curiosity towards the yellow\nliquid. It was pretty amusing watching her pour it into her outstretched lip.  She swished it around in her mouth before\nswallowing, apparently satisfied with its taste, or else not about to be shown\nup by the likes of me. Whatever I could drink, so could she!\n                I\ndecided to strip down, knowing that if I was going to get anywhere with her, it\nwas going to have to be as natural as possible. It wasn't like they wore\nclothing after all. My undressing was a point of amusement for her, and she\ntook each item of clothing and examined it as it hit the floor of her cage. She\nsniffed them, and at one point put my undershorts on her head and hooted.\n                Yes, I\nlaughed. It was funny!\n                I think\nshe might have been a touch drunk too.\n                After\nthat however, she got a bit more serious, checking me over and finding my\ncrotch to be supremely interesting. To be honest, I had come straight from the\nairport to the zoo after I got word of her condition, so I was smelling less\nflowery than my shampoo normally allowed. So to her, she was analyzing me as I\nreally smelled, which wasn't that strong compared to her normal aroma. But the fact was, I normally bathed daily, and\nher showers were about once every month.\n                In her\ncuriosity she even licked my cock a few times, coming up from my crotch with a\nbit of a smile on her face. She got excited, and from the looks of it, not for\nany reason she was aware of. It was just a sort of silly grin like; well like\nthis is a new game that she hadn't played before!\n                I was\npretty sure she hadn't had an opportunity as of yet for this game.\n                She had\nbeen an acquisition from another zoo when she was young, to reduce their\npopulation a little, and I was very sad she wasn't in a breeding program. Of\ncourse back then, there wasn't such a severe decrease in their numbers as\nhappened in later years, but still. \nBeing proactive is what zoos are\nsupposed to be about.\n                She was\nacting very excited before she instinctively dropping to the floor on her\nbelly. Her limbs were spread out and she was wiggling ever so slightly. That\nposition was going to be a bit problematic. It might work well for another ape,\nbut the skeletal proportions of an orang didn't translate over to human all\nthat well. Missionary would have been fine, and even on her side, but this had\nher cunt too close to the ground.\n                I\ndidn't fret about it. I figured I'd start things with a little more hands on\nforeplay, so to speak, and I gently scratched her rump and legs. I made my way\ndown to her ass, checking it out before working lower. There was no question as\nto her desires, for she was leaking fluid quite rapidly. I almost thought she\nwas peeing, but it was very slick. It was her very own natural lubrication\nkicking it. I slipped in a finger, and then two, before finally forcing in a\nthird.\n                She\nheld totally still while I did, except for some grunts as I pushed in to the\nknuckles. She was going to take a little stretching before I invaded that hole,\nor there was going to be a whole lot of pain going down in the cage tonight.\n                I pulled\nback and shoved again, getting a little deeper, until after a few minutes I was\npretty sure she was opened up as far as she was going to go. As it was, she was\na wiggle mess on the floor from just my fingers. I had no idea what she was\ngoing to do when the full force of what was essentially an oversize penis came\ngate crashing to the party.\n                Koko\nhad been fine, and my little bonobo too, but this one was going to be an\ninteresting challenge. I spit and rubbed the tip, got on my knees with my legs\na bit splayed, and pulled her back and up onto my lap. She seemed to take\ndirection well, which was good. I got her positioned and worked the head of\ncock in, pulling back and shoving in repeatedly to help loose her up some more.\n                She\nlocked her toes against me hips, showing the remarkable flexibility and dexterity\nof her kind, all the while I was slowly inching my way in. She turned her head\nto look at me from time to time, but otherwise she seemed remarkably peaceful\nand content. I was making my way inside at a painstakingly slow pace. I was\ngrateful she was so patient, because if not, I could see where this might have\ngone terribly wrong. But after about five minutes of firm in and out action, I\nwas finally up tight against her red-haired backside.\n                I\nhooked my fingers onto her legs, making sure those long rust-colored hairs\nweren't unnecessarily tangled in them and started fucking her. I did it not by\nmoving me, which was almost impossible from my present position, but by pulling\nher against me. She quickly figured out the moves and began doing the moving\nherself, which made my life immensely easier.\n                Using both\nof her feet where they were anchored, and with her hands pressed against the\nfloor, Lucille was grinding into me, occasionally looking back to see if I was\napproving of her audacity. I smiled at her reassuringly and that seemed to be\nenough for her. She lifted up a little and began rising and lowering her butt,\nslipping off maybe half way before plummeting again. I wasn't clear how they\ndid it in the wild at the time, but I found out later that the males are pretty\nmuch the ones in charge. Then again, I think she had a lot more to work with\nwith me, and a male of her own species would never have stayed inside for the\nrange of motion she was going through. \n                She was\nhappily grunting and chirping as her hips moved faster and faster. They reached\na peak before she settled down again, and from the brief, increased tightness,\nI was guessing she had had her first orgasm. I resumed where she left off,\npulling her back as she went a bit limp on the floor. I was wishing that I\ncould roll her over, and I disengaged her feet to try.\n                She\ncomplied, and without slipping all the way out, I got her on her back and\nresumed doing her hole. Her face had a bemused look on it, like what I was\ndoing was weird, but her arms latched together behind my back and she was quite\nhappy to give me a hug and a kiss.\n                Yes a\nkiss.\n                It was\nan orangutan kiss, but it was every much a kiss as any human could give. I'm\nsure she had seen plenty of couples kissing from within her cage, and apes can\nlearn, as we have seen, from witnessing others doing tasks. I returned her kiss,\nand she smacked me right on the lips again. I had to lean in to do it, she\nbeing shorter in the trunk than me, but we still did it.\n                With\nher on her back now, all I had to worry about was my knees. I let my weight\ndown gently until I was sure she could tolerate it, and then let my hips do\ntheir thing. I plowed her for the next ten minutes, and at one point she got\nher feet into position again and was helping. It was like having two giant\nhands holding you by t he hips and forcing you to fuck. Of course there was no\nforce involved here at all, but the effect was the same. I finally relaxed,\nholding myself up on my arms, but letting her do the work with the lower half.\nIt was pretty intense, let me tell you.\n                I ended\nup coming in the middle of her body-shaking, cock-driving antics. It was weird\nto be moving, and yet not in control of that movement. It's one thing to do it\nyourself, and another for your partner to be moving, but when your partner is\nmoving you, now that's a strange experience. My orgasm hit me off guard, and I\nwas left only with her thrusting my body into hers. I wanted to cut loose, but\nthat would have thrown off her groove. Even as I was ebbing away, she was\nbuilding up speed, apparently feeling another need for release.\n                Thankfully\nshe finished before I got flaccid, because I would never have stayed inside her\nwith the motions she was going through. It was like the San Andreas fault had\nsudden sprung to life inside her.  Her\nface was a contorted mask of mixed emotions, but when she came again, it was\nwith much more gusto than the previous one. I could feel her convulsing around\nme as her body reacted to the intrusion inside her.\n                By the\ntime she settled down, I was soft, but still inside her. She still had her feet\nlocked again my side, and her arms around my back. I was praying for another\nerection, but I had a feeling I was out for the night. I stayed there as long\nas I could, but eventually I slipped out. She made pouty lips at me, and I\nsmiled and brushed my hand across her face.\n                \"Sorry\ngirl. This fellow is done for the night. But maybe, if you don't eat tomorrow, the\nperhaps we can do this again.\"\n                I\ncrawled over and got my clothing, pulling it on and then heading for the door.\nBut I paused and came back. \n                \"Just\nbecause I'm too tired for more sex doesn't mean I have to leave, now does it?\"\n                She\njust cooed and pulled me close. \n                Just\nbefore I drifted off, I opened my eyes and whispered to her, \"Thanks Lucile.\nTonight was a Ball.\"\n                She\ndidn't get the joke of course.\n   They found us sleep together the\nnext day. I got yelled at for it, but nothing came of it in the end. What could\nthey do? I had their old girl back to normal, and no one was going to argue that\npoint. And since no one asked how, I never felt the need to lie."}