{"sf1_id":846109,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Quiet Type","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2788,"posted_at":"2015-04-10T14:55:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bestiality","Feral","Human","M/F","Vaginal","Zoo","Zoophilia","fucking","sex","tapir"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/846109-the-quiet-type","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/846109","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=846109\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#33 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"                Thinking\nof that fuzzy sow got me thinking of another experience I had, back in my younger\ndays. It concerns an animal not at all related to a pig, but still was one that\nshared some manner of appearances with it. It was a tropical creature, and\nwithin all the meaning of the word friendly, was as amiable a creature as you\ncould find.\n                She was a Malaysian Tapir, with a\npattern of black and white reminiscent of the British Saddleback breed of\nswine. I keep comparing her to a pig because quite honestly, I have found that\na lot of people have no idea what a tapir is. That's a shame, because they are\na very interesting animal, normally shy and reserved, living as they do in thick\njungles.\n                This\none was in one of the zoos I was consulted on to do some work with an entirely\ndifferent species. I was always on my best behavior when working somewhere that\nI wasn't familiar with, and this time was no exception. It was a nice zoo, one\nof those regional ones that had a few oddballs used to attract visitors who\nmight not come otherwise.\n                Her\nname was Polly; a stupid name for a tapir, but she was named via a contest so\nwho was I to complain? I doubt she answered to it. It wasn't in these animal's\nnature to answer to their names unless they were very well conditioned to it.\n                I was\nimmediately drawn to her for two reasons. The first was her species hadn't been\ncrossed off my bucket list, though back then we didn't have such a thing. It\nwas just a to-do list. Secondly, I knew she could handle me and then some. If\nyou've ever seen a male's penis you'd know what I was talking about. And while\nthe whole thing was never meant to be inserted the entire length, it was still\na notable thing to see.\n                The\npoint here is that a male tapir had a hell of a lot more to give than I did.\n                As was\ntypical, there was no male around for her, for a lot of these little zoos just\ndidn't have the breeding facilities. That was too bad. There has never been a\npoint in having an animal but not breeding it, especially for the rarer\nspecimens. Still, for me this was an opportunity for a little conquest,\nassuming I could swing it.\n                She was\nin a pen by herself most of the time, though she was allowed to mingle with a\nfew other native species within one of the zoos exhibits. They at least  understood her shy nature, and didn't force a\nlot of display time for her if the crowds were too noisy.\n                Thankfully,\nI was able to lie about needing to spend some time overnight observing the\nanimals I had been called in for, so staying there during the nocturnal hours\nproved to be easy. However, since I had no reason to be in her enclosure, that\nwasn't going to be as easy. It turns out it was a good thing I was athletic. A\nknotted rope over the side of the pit separating her living space from the\nobservation area worked perfectly.\n                But I'm\ngetting a little ahead of myself.\n                I was\ngiven the introduction to Polly only because I asked about her directly. Tapirs\naren't the rarest of zoo animals, but they are far more scarcely held in\ncaptivity than elephants, rhinos, camels and giraffes. It is in part I think,\ndue to that they are generally timid and unassuming. Elephants are noisy and\nbig, rhinos imposing, and giraffes amazing and almost comical in their\nappearance. Poor tapirs are just quiet and unassuming.\n                She fit\nthe bill perfectly. She had been hand raised at another zoo and sent here while\nshe was still young and showed absolutely no fear of people. On the other hand,\nit made sense for she had seen no other of her kind once she had been separated\nfrom her mother. She easily took food from the hand and was content to have her\nskin scratched lightly. She would be perfect for my lusts if I could only swing\nit.\n                It was\nthe swinging it part that got me\nthinking of the rope idea. There was no way I was going to get the key to her\nenclosure door, and there was no way I was going to ask for it. \n                The\nsecurity guard made rounds twice, though on my first night there I learned\nquickly that he actually stayed in his office and watched television most of the\nnight. Since the tapir was normally a very quiet beastie, I figured all I\nneeded to do was to be out of sight. She had a spot inside that she could\naccess anytime she wanted, so all I had to do was lure her there.\n                Armed\nwith a small bag of apples and a thick rope I had purchased earlier that day\nfrom a local hardware store, I made my way to the horizontal metal bar that\nprovided both a railing and a barrier to the viewing public. It was set in\nconcrete, and dropped on the other side about ten feet; from there it sloped up\nto the grassy area where she was most often seen. I have a feeling it was\noriginally designed for holding bears, but in a place like this, recycling pens\nwas a very common ploy to get the most out of their available space. I had done\nin the past, and it was a hell of a lot cheaper than planning and building a\nnew one.\n                I tied\nthe rope in an out of the way spot, climbed down it and settled on the concrete\nbottom. There was a glow coming from the security lights above, so I could see\nto make my way up to the top. Finding her wasn't difficult, because in general,\nthese are nocturnal animals. She was wide awake and quite curious about the odd\nintrusion into her domain. \n                She\nsoon forgot about me when she smelled the apples. Her nimble, prehensile nose\nfound them easily enough and I fed them to her one by one.  After that we were perfect friends. I scratched\nher hide from her neck to her rump. When I got down to her truncated tail, I\nrubbed downward gently until I got to her hole. She had a sizable slit, with small\nbut pronounced lips, making her even more like your standard porker. Size-wise\nthough, she was much larger than your typical pig, but not outside the realm of\ntheir upper weight limits.\n                So,\nbefore I go on, we need to have a quick biology lesson. Tapir males have an\nextraordinary penis; both in its overall length and in it construction and use.\nThe tip flares out a bit oddly, and the whole thing can be several feet long,\nand in some cases nearly a third of the animal's total body length. I had\nnothing to compete with that.\n                On the\nother hand, he had quite the chore getting it where it needed to be on account\nof the body structure of the species. His cock was quite flexible and he could manipulate\nit with bursts of muscle power that controlled, to a certain degree, the\nrigidity of it. It was an evolutionary adaptation that seemed a little\nridiculous, but I guess you went with whatever worked.\n                The\nnice thing was, because the male had to take extra time just hitting the right\nspot, the females were very patient. That led me to hope she would be equally\npatient with me, assuming she was interested at all. The fact that she was\nmotionless as my fingers explored her slit spoke volumes, and the further\nevidence of her willingness was to be assumed by her holding that posture as my\nquesting fingers slipped inside her.\n                Fitting\nin was going to be easy, as I assumed it would. I backed off for a moment to\nundress, tossing my clothing in a pile. Thankfully she was of the right height\nthat positioning myself wasn't going to be a chore. I came up behind her,\nmaking sure she was up for this, and since she refused to budge, I assume we\nwere a go. I spread her open and slid in without a bit of trouble. She was hot\nand wet and I quickly had myself pressed up against her nice and tight.\n                She was\na solid chunk of animal, and no matter how much force I put into it, she\nremained steadfastly firm in her stance. I liked that. It made my life a whole\nlot easier.\n                She\nvery promptly began producing copious amounts of lubrication, to the point that\nit was dripping down onto the floor as my vigorous pounding forced it out. I\nhave no doubt it was another evolutionary necessity, as many of the bigger\nanimals, whose male had large cocks, did the same thing. I doubt any of these\ngirls wanted to be walking around bleeding from a dry insertion.\n                With me\nthere was no such chance. I was far smaller than what she could handle, and\nthat didn't seem to bother her any. And while she might have been motionless on\nthe outside, she was displaying some wonderful little movements on the inside. I\nknow everyone thinks that animals are so bland when it comes to their\nsexuality, but that's because no one has shared the experience with them to\nknow. Tapirs, like equines, seemed to be quite capable of enjoying sex. I would\nhope so for all the trouble the males have just to get inside a willing girl.\n                As I\nplugged away on her, I had my usual train of thought, and that was how sex was\noften over so quickly for most animals. I knew it was a survival mechanism, for\nnothing would prove to be a more ignominious death than being killed whilst\nscrewing your sweetheart.  So all you\nguys out there who blow a load quickly, don't feel bad. You're just still\nfollowing the old protocols meant for your survival.\n                Some of\nus have just evolved past that. \n                She was\ngetting into our little tryst; that is if her internal reaction to my\nstimulating her nerve endings had anything to say about it. For my part, I\nfound her enjoyable, but not in my top ten list. But then, I hadn't figure she\nwas going to place near the top. Anything that could take a cock the size of\nher male counterparts wasn't going to be all that tight. Still, she managed to\nbe scintillatingly enticing in the way her insides trembled and shook as I\nrubbed against the slippery walls of her cunt.\n                She\nheld still while I expended my energies getting off in her hole. I probably\nshould have been nervous, doing something like this at a strange zoo, but we\nwere out of the way, hidden from view, and since it was nighttime, I figured\nthe guard was either engrossed in his programming or else completely asleep. It\nwas nice to be able to relax while dallying with your female of choice.\n                I eventually\nblew a big load into that warm, moist hole and just kept chugging away. I hadn't\nhad a chance to dump any of my bodily fluids in a while, and it seemed a shame\nto waste the chance to do a few more before the night was over.\n                Enjoying\nthis though I was, I had to admit a tighter hole would have been more\ngratifying, so with that in mind, I lifted her stubby tail and considered her\nother offering. It looked a lot smaller, which equated to being much tighter. I\npulled out and lined up higher, hoping for the best.\n                It took\nno small amount of rubbing and pushing to get in, but once I was there I slid\nin just as deeply as before. And it was, as I had predicted, a much tighter\nhole that the lower one. If she was suffering any discomfort from my intrusion,\nshe didn't let on for she still maintained her stance as before. I got a secure\nhold on her haunches and unleashed an attack on her ass.\n                It took\nabout five minutes before her muscles started to constrict. At first it was a seemingly\nreflexive  thing, probably on account of\nthe friction and the fact that it was normally an exit. But after a while the\nmuscles began to rhythmically contract, and I had to think that it was some\nsort of orgasmic reaction. Anatomy and physiology had a lot of things that\nweren't yet understood, and many of them likely would never be studied\nconsidering their propensity for causing embarrassment.\n                Can you\nimagine a paper entitled, \"The Propensity\nfor Sexual Orgasm in Tapirs via Rectal Stimulation?\"  \nNeither can I.\n                But it\nseemed to be good for her, and it was especially good for me. My nails dug into\nher hide as my hips repeatedly slammed into her, reaming her hole for the\nfirst, and probably the last time in her life. I wasn't so confident of the\nother, for maybe sometime in the future she might get matched up with a proper\nmale. I could at least hope for it. But anal wasn't likely to ever be n the\nmenu again.\n                I\nfucked her ass for the next twenty minutes before I felt that wonderful\ntightening in my loins. The first had come too easily so my second was going to\nbe glorious. I held it back as long as I could, basking in the ever tightening feel\nof her sphincter. She was even beginning to grunt in time to my thrusts, which\nat the speed I was going meant she sounded like she had a severe stutter.\n                There\ncame a point when holding back was no longer an option, so I relaxed and\nallowed my cum to spill forth into her bowels. She was shaking slightly by this\npoint, and her insides were a mass of twitches and good vibrations.  I almost wished I had a nice big dildo to\npleasure her with, but that wasn't an item I was likely to be purchasing\nanytime in the future, and she wasn't big enough for me to treat her like a\nhorse. Fisting was out of the question.\n                I\npulled out a few minutes later, marveling at the amount of fluid that had continued\nto drip out of her during our little bit of fun. Tapirs could really produce\nthe juice when they needed to, which is another fact you'll probably never see\nin print anywhere else. There was a puddle of it underneath us, and most of\nthat had come after I had poked her\nin the butt. Apparently she was more sensitive there than lower, or else the\nincreased friction on account of the tightness provoked a greater response from\nher. I really don't know even to this day. Repeating the experinace has never\nbeen possible, much to my regret.\n                I\npulled on my clothing, heedless of the smell and the stickiness, gave her rump\na pat and went out into the enclosure. Thankfully I wasn't completely out of my\nhead for I just happened to see movement up on the viewing area. I ducked and\nfroze even as Polly followed me out. A flashlight beam settled on her flanks\nand I heard the guard say, \"Hey girl!' before turning off the light and walking\naway.\n                My\nheart was racing faster than it had during out love making! I got myself\ntogether, slipped over to the rope and scaled the wall in seconds flat. I then\nundid the knot holding it in place, wrapped it around my shoulder and slunk off\nto where I was supposed to be.\n                The\nguard showed up a few minutes later, which didn't make me happy, but he never\nsaid anything. I was worried about the smell, but in a zoo, everything ends to\nsmell a little musky, and if he noticed, he didn't seem to associate it with\nanything in particular.\n                It was\nthen that I thought that perhaps I should curtail my desires before they got me\nin trouble. I thought long and hard on it, but in the end I just couldn't force\nmyself to... tapir off my amorous activities. They were just too much fun."}