{"sf1_id":851548,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Girl in the Striped Stockings","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3604,"posted_at":"2015-04-23T10:23:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bestiality","Feral","Human","M/F","Okapi","Oral","Vaginal","Zoo","Zoophilia","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/851548-the-girl-in-the-striped-stockings","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/851548","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=851548\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#34 of A Real Animal Lover\n\nSorry for any spelling or grammatical errors, but my time is has been crunched so I tossing this out there as it is. Feel free to point any mistakes and I attend to them tonight.","content":" Ok, so the same zoo that had Polly displayed\none other oddity, and she too was on my list of girls to do. Unlike the tapir\nthis female was tall and leggy; but the thing that put her on par with her\nrival was that she was another normally shy, retiring animal. \nThe zoo had an okapi. I always\nliked the species in part because in the earlier days of my career, you simply\ndidn't see them. Now I know of several zoos that keep them, but back in the\nday, they were a rarity, just like the tapir. It was always lions and tigers\nand bears.\nOh my.\nSo what is an okapi? I have heard a\nfew people over the years disparage the poor creature, saying it was nothing\nmore than a mismatched amalgamation of several different creatures, but I like\nto think that it is a suitably unique and beautiful animal. Ascribing its looks\nto a child's drawing is just rude.\nOkapis, if you are unfamiliar with\nthem, do look like God took his leftover parts and threw them together.  The legs seem to belong to a zebra, with\ntheir black and white stripes. The flanks are brownish running to black, and\nthe head, fading to white around the cheeks, seems more akin to that of a\ngiraffe or a donkey.\nIn size, they are more formidably\nbuilt than a lot of mammals, and yet far smaller in their dimensions than the\nlargest of the warm blooded creatures. I would put them equal to the equines in\nthat department. Overall they aren't as large, only reaching up to 800 pounds.\nThey can stand upwards to six feet at the shoulder, so making it with one takes\na little ingenuity. Then again, it was nothing a sturdy crate couldn't cure.\nThat is to say, if the girl could be coaxed into dallying a little. I had a\nfeeling that a lot of these penned up wild animals were a little pent up in\ntheir needs. Food, water and shelter only went so far to satisfy the cravings\nnature inflicted on them.\nA sure sign of boredom and a dull\ndaily routine is evident in the well worn paths a lot of these animals leave as\nthey pace the perimeters of their pens and she was no different. To some degree\nthis couldn't be helped, but it still made me sad whenever I saw it. In wolves\nit can be blamed in part on their natural habit of protecting their borders,\nbut in an herbivore it meant sheer boredom.  Zoos only have so much space for their\nanimals. It was going to be up to me to infuse some new life into her and cure\nher blues.\nUnlike the tapir, this girl's\nenclosure was far easier to access. Like I've mentioned before, zoos sometimes\nbuilt displays for one animal, and after it expired, were pressed to use it for\nsomething else. In this case, the back of it had one of those fake stone walls\nthat climbed up about thirty feet in the rear, and was then detailed with\nshrubs and plants to make it look \"real\". Yeah, they never did look natural despite\ntheir best attempts. Still, I guess it was better than plain concrete.\nMy point in this observation was\nthe obvious flaw in the design, which made climbing into the pen easy, assuming\none could get to the top. A quick investigation into the rear showed a locked\naccess door and a built in utility ladder. Not something I would have done, but\nback then people were more trusting and generally deserving of it such faith.\nThe ladder led to the top of the wall and a small ledge. I wasn't too sure what\nit had been for, but it suited me perfectly at the moment.\nI wasn't sure how she was going to\ntake to a stranger dropping in on her, but I figured I'd play it by ear. All\nthe stories you've heard from me have been what I would call successes, so you\nprobably think that everything always went my way. That's not true, but why\ntell you a disappointing tale about how things went wrong? There's no fun in\nthat for either of us. \nWhen facing a unknown, it is always\nbest to have a plan. Food is always advisable when approaching a timid lady,\nand since there was a sleeping spot for her away from viewing, all I needed to\ndo was coerce her into it and hope for the best, just like before. The fruits\nwere in a worn but tough old crate straight from a local producer. I hoisted it\nup with a rope, and once I was at the top, lowered down the other side. I tied\noff the rope and climbed down. The noise wasn't much, but it was enough to\npique her curiosity. She was waiting when I hit the ground. \nShe was giving me a quizzical look;\nnot showing any fear, but remaining equally wary. I was an intruder into her\ndomain and despite the gift of apples, she was sizing me up. I stuck my hand\nout to her nose and she sniffed it delicately. Then that remarkable long,\nprehensile-like tongue snaked out and licked it.\nIt was warm and wet and it gave me\nan idea. To be totally honest, her tongue was longer than my cock. I could only\nimagine teaching a couple of these girls to give each other a little loving on\ntheir own, if there had been two of them around of course. I have a feeling\nthey would have scandalized the visitors on a regular basis with their sexual\nantics.\nI handed her an apple and while she\nwas busy with that, I dropped my clothing and tossed it in a corner under a\nbush. Grabbing the crate I walked over to her sleeping quarters and she\nfollowed with that unusual giraffe-like gate they had. Her head was above mine,\nbut her supple neck easily craned down to investigate me and my gifts.\nI dug my fingers into one of the\nred skinned orbs and let the juice drip onto my cock. That tongue lashed out\nand was quick to remove every last drop. I pulped the apple until it was dry.\nMe, well I was getting pretty worked up with that slippery glossa having its\nway with me. If there had been some way of making her continue I would have\ndone it in a heartbeat.  As it was, I\nwent through one more apple before reluctantly giving it up. I knew there was\nsomething better waiting for me. \nThe object of my desire was a\ndarker slash traversing her dark rump and thus I had to move. I left her front\nend with the remaining apples and move carefully along her flanks, patting her\nas I went. I didn't want her startled when I started poking around in her rear.\nI gently grabbed her swinging tail\nand held it still while I probed around with my free hand. She hardly moved\nwhen my questing fingers pried her open. She was obviously used to the vets\npoking around her. My finger tips found that she was plenty moist; enough for\nme to easily get inside her with no additional help. The next step was\npositioning the crate and hoping for the best. A girl this size was something\nthat had to be handled on her terms. If she wasn't up for it, nothing I could\ndo was going to convince her to hold still.\nAs it turned out, she proved to be\na little skittish at my odd position at her butt. I tried to calm her down with\na little petting, scratching across her rump with my nails and trying to find\nany itchy spots. Nothing can make you friends with an animal faster, outside of\nfood, than finding those spots they can't itch themselves. I worked over the\nroot of her tail and she immediately started to shift back and forth, arching\nup into my fingers.\nSo far, so good. I scratched her\nuntil a little pile of dried skin wafted down to the ground. Despite her good\nhealth, any animal tended to develop areas of dryness, and right now she was\nall about getting some relief. Now if I could just convince her to get some much\nneeded attention to her non-dry areas.\nI took my other hand and worked it\nback inside her, tickling her tissues as gently as possible. The combined\nattentions to her backside seemed to placate her, enough for me to really get\nin as deep as my fingers could go.\nShe was lubing up nicely, though\nwhether it was a conscious thing on her part or just her body's reaction to the\nprodding I couldn't say. I believe I've mentioned before that back in the older\ndays such matters as animal sexuality weren't a topic for discussion or\ninvestigation even among most sceintists. People applied human morality to the\nissue and therefore found any curiosity into their mating habits to be nothing\nshort of voyeurism.  Heck, just recently\nI was reading about Captain Scott's expedition to Antarctica in 1912 where he\nwitnessed all sorts of bizarre behavior among the Adele penguins. They did\neverything from necrophilia to homosexuality and rape. His notes were\nconsidered so shocking that they received only limited publication at the time.\nAnyway, getting back on topic, this\ngirl was coming around nicely. I don't think she had ever had any sexual\nadvances, not from her kind and certainly not from mine. While I was pretty\ncertain I wasn't the only guy doing stuff like this, the number still had to be\npretty damn low. \nThe longer I played the more\nreceptive she got. I spent a good twenty minutes fingering her, getting her\nwetter and wetter. I stopped only when she was dripping from her production of\nlove juice. If she wasn't ready now, she would never be.\nThe empty crate made a quick change\nof locations as I grabbed it from her front and placed it behind her. I stepped\nup on it, wiggled a moment to make sure it was fairly secure, and when properly\nconvinced it was, dived in for a little fun. \nI lifted her tail out of the way\nand pushed in. My cock slid in easily, meeting no resistance whatsoever. And\nbest of all, she held still for me. The only thing she did was turn her head\nback and stare at me as I started to pound away on her backside. She flared her\nnostrils and snorted at my audacity, but otherwise declined to react.\nI was fine with that. I doubted\nthat I had the length and size comparable to what a male could offer, so just\nlike with the tapir I could do pretty much what I wanted. There was no way I\ncould do her any harm. A small stallion probably could have done her without\nher suffering in any way, though that scenario wasn't ever likely to happen.\nStill, I wondered what it would look like. I had heard stories from a few\nfellow zoo vets about some of the strange partnerships forced cohabitation had\ncreated. In my case, it wasn't ever forced. I loved every minute of it.\nThis okapi girl was everything I\nfigured she was going to be when I first laid eyes on her. She was strong and\nremained an immobile lover during the course of the evening. Once I got going\nshe seemed to relax and go with what I was doing. It wasn't until a day or two\nlater that I learned she was only about two years old, of breeding age, but\ndefinitely without any experience. It was much later still that I discovered\nthat males of her kind lasted less than a minute, often going for half that\ntime. Even with multiple matings, that didn't add up to much. And the girls,\nonce sexually mature, would go into estrus about every two weeks. So this girl\njust might be riding the high tide of hormones at the moment. I wasn't about to\ndrown my opportunity by not taking full advantage of it.\nI fucked her hard. Just like Polly,\nI took this girl with all my might and still could have poured on the power\nwithout her taking harm or insult at my actions. I think a lot of females in\nthe animal kingdom were getting gypped when it came to sex, but I wasn't the\ndivine planner who came up with all of these arcane rules. Some animals did it for\nlong periods and others got it over with quickly. Us humans, we seemed to have\nto whole thing wrapped up nicely in regards to variety and staying power.\n I'd say I was tops when it came to the variety\npart. I doubt any other human has had as many different partners as I have had.\nEveryone was is impressed upon my memory like acid on glass.\nI nailed her hole for a good twenty\nminutes before I cut loose the first time. The crate was rocking back and forth,\nworking itself into the dirt as my momentum and weight drove it into the\nground. My grip on her flanks as the only thing keeping me tight against her as\nmy hips moved with blurring speed.\nMy grunts were quite audible as I\nfinished off inside her, my breaths coming in rasping gasps. I sucked in air to\nfuel my tiring muscles, resting just long enough to clear my head. Then it was\nback to pounding away. This second time I slowed it down a little, intent of\ngetting a good feel for her insides. While it can be said that one vagina was\njust like another, the fact is they varied not only in their general\ndimensions, but in their structure and general construction.\nAn okapi's is very much like an\nequine's, and yet they were subtly different. An equine can express a lot of\nfeeling in their holes, with their winking and a fairly strong orgasmic\nresponse. An okapi can only manage a dim reflection of that, probably because\nthey rarely got a chance to have sex long enough to express it. But I could\nfeel her responding to my abuse (such as it was) and her walls gently and\nrhythmically began to contract in time with my prodding.\nIt was a wonderful feeling, for she\nwas a little loose for what I had to give; not unusual considering her size. A\njuvenile half her height would have been perfect, and also probably an\nimpossibility in finding anywhere around. I knew enough to be content with what\nI had in front of me. So the mild little convulsive squeezes were a pleasant\nand unexpected bonus to our little bit of fun. I slowed down even more in an\neffort to gain the full sensory experience of her tender and willing flesh. \nI even stopped at one point as her\nbody began to tremble a little. We had already been going far longer than she\nand her male counterpart would have been going, so it seemed likely that I was\npushing the right buttons. Just for fun, I ran my thumb along my buried cock\nand worked up a load of lube and carefully pushed it into her ass. She didn't\neven flinch as I ran it around her sphincter until it was loosened up. Having\nfucked Polly (the tapir) that way had given me the idea to do this girl the\nsame way, though sadly, it wasn't likely to be. A taller crate might have\nworked, but I didn't have any but the one I had brought.\nI had to be content with rubbing\nthe inside of her ass with my thumb, something which seemed to delight her even\nmore than my cock in her cunt. I'm telling you, a lot of animals seemed to\nderive as much pleasure form the back door as they did the proper route. I can\nonly guess it was as much an evolutionary response to the occasional and\naccidental intrusion into the hole during normal mating as it was anything. Any\nfemale who could take it and still hang around for the real thing had an\nadvantage over those who didn't. And we all know how bad males can be at\nhitting the mark.\nI joined that thumb with my other\none, since I didn't need to hold myself still while I worked. I soon had her\nass spreadable and relaxed. I so wanted to hit it, but my perch on the crate\nwas a little precarious, and it had sunk an inch or too into the soft dirt\nfloor of her sleeping area. So I continued to massage her until the inevitable\nhappened.\nShe collapsed.\nI doubt that in the history of the\nspecies a female had ever had all of the buttons pushed at once, but like those\nfinger puppet toys made of string and beads, all at once the tension when out\nof her body and she fell to the floor in a twitchy mess.\nI was left standing there stunned\nand nearly knocked off my own feet. It freaked me out for a moment until I saw\nher vibrating like one of those old football games. She hauled herself upright\nonto her knees and sat there panting like an overheated dog.\nI hardly skipped a beat. I got down\nbehind her and pushed into her ass with a grunt. It was a little slice of\nheaven. Not only was it tighter, it was as well lubricated as her cunt. As I\ngot into position and started to slam away, I could feel my balls slapping her\nother hole, and her the sound of flesh striking flesh quite well within the\nconfines of her area.\nLet's just say that for the next\nhalf an hour, I bored her out, reamed her good and screwed her until she was\nprobably going to be walking funny. And the whole damn time she just held still\nand didn't move. What she did do was grunt, not in time to my thrusts, but a\nconstant, low throaty sound that was unlike anything I had ever heard before or\nsince. It was almost like that of a calf looking for its mother, only much\ndeeper and throatier.\nI kept at it until my knees began\nto burn from holding the slightly squatty position I had to maintain in order\nto be level with her rear end. Her tail hairs tickled my chin from time to time\nas it swept across my chest like some oddly animated metronome.  It merely sent shivers up my spine, which in\nturn triggered another orgasm inside me.\nI felt it boil up from deep within,\nbuild up with uncomfortable pressure until it came raging forth like a diesel\nlocomotive. With a final burst of energy I leaned into what I was going and\nrammed it in hard as I slammed against her rump for all I was worth. When my\nballs cut loose it was with a satisfying release of cum that made my frame\nshake from my head to my toes.\nI lay there panting again, barely\nable to move and even less willing to try. My knees didn't want to support my\nso I had to succumb to gravity. I slid out and ended up kneeing on the dirt\nbehind her. I patted her flanks and then rubbed them lovingly.\n\"Not bad girl, not bad at all.\"\nWhen I finally managed to stand, I\nmoved around to her front to make sure she was doing alright. She eyed me\ncuriously, perhaps to say, is that it?,\nand leaned her head out towards me. I instinctively grabbed her ears to rub\nthem when her tongue came out and began licking my crotch. The sensation was\nlike electricity and I'll tell you know, I wish I had had it in me to hold out\nto another climax. As it was, I could only take a few minutes of it before I\npulled away. It was just too much to take after fucking her twice.\nI grabbed the crate, stepped\noutside and got my clothing back on. She followed me like a little puppy. I\nwould have laughed out loud if I had thought it advisable, but remember, there\nwas a guard and he might just actually be doing his duty. So instead I stifled\nit and caressed her nose and quietly told her what a wonderful little lady she\nwas. As it was, I had to fight off that incredible tongue of hers. In the end,\nmore to satisfy me than her, I told her that if she was patient I might have\ntime to drop in the next evening. I was pushing my luck making such a decision,\nbut this place was pretty quiet at night.\nAnd I kept my word. I might have\ngone back and done Polly, but her enclosure was a little trickier to get into,\nwhile this girl's was relatively easy. We changed up how we did things though,\nand I apologize for not taking the time to elaborate. Let's just say that I\ntried a few other things over the course of the next evening in an attempt to\nnot duplicate what we had done before. There seemed to be little point in\nrepeating myself.\nI didn't want to be accused of\nbeing an o-copycat kind of lover...\nSorry.\nI couldn't resist. "}