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Cleo wasn't under the covers with me when I awoke in the morning, but that was only to be expected as I figured the cubs would have needed attention at some time throughout the nighttime. I raised my head some and saw that she was indeed curled with her cubs on the blankets on the floor and Christina had taken a place on the bed behind my legs as Julie was spooned to my front. I sighed happily and Julie stirred some, then seemed to wake up herself, at which she rolled over and looked at me. "Feeling any better today?" she inquired with a sleepy smile.

I chuckled softly. "I wasn't really feeling too bad last night, hon. It was just another time of letting that demon out to play." I sighed a bit. "I still feel a bit bad about dumping it all in your lap like that." I patted her thigh some as I said that.

Julie smiled broader at me. "Jim, I don't mind. Really, I don't. I feel bad that you went through that with Zera, but... I'm glad you told me about it so now I know." She took my hand and intertwined her fingers with mine. "I wish there were something I could do to make that memory better for you like you made me feel better about... my..." she started blushing.

I merely chuckled. "About your past? About the problems it caused? Julie... Life has its twists and turns, but I never mind helping good people overcome the obstacles in their way. Especially not for folks I care about."

"Well, I'm glad you helped me and... I just wish I could help you like that. Or kinda like that, or... well... something. Well... and... other things." She blushed more and got that sheepish look again.

I yawned some. "What kind of "other things", honey?" I inquired as I scratched my cheek and a bit under my chin, not fully awake quite yet.

"Like me... helping you... mate with a virgin." Julie managed to mutter, blushing deeply as she said it, her eyes avoiding mine.

I laughed heartily. "I think that could be arranged. Perhaps even tonight," I replied.

Julie looked at me, instantly confused. "Tonight? But how? Who....?" she started asking.

I merely nodded to the large canine snuggled up to me. "Christina, at the least? I dunno if Xena is chaste or not, but for sure Terry still has his seal since we both saw it when I scoped him." I winked and smiled broadly.

Julie pondered the options for a moment then looked at me, blushed deeply, smiled, and shook her head. "You're still a pervert...."

* * * * * *

The day was a lazy and slow one, from my perspective at least, with skies lightly overcast but no real wind chilling the air. It was actually somewhat pleasant out and about for the time of year, though that likely wouldn't last too much longer. With Christina snoozing in various spots around and about the office, I worked the majority of the time away on my errant zoo paperwork in an attempt to get it all caught up before the board meeting. Jack, in an unusual twist of fate, merely grunted greetings to me the few times we passed in the hall when I'd take time away from the computer to make my typical periodic rounds of the cathouse and to answer questions and ponder things there as well.

To do my due diligence and update the Cats' medical records, I took first Flo and then Lola downstairs to do their routine medical assessments. Flo's went without much trouble, as she'd been through it all often of the years. The scope showed her IUD was in place as was expected, the ultrasound showed no thickening or adhesions from its presence, and she seemed to be the typical content, but somewhat wary, cat that she was. Lola's exam went similarly, but I couldn't help but smile when towards the end Lola flagged her tail and crouched in a breeding stance for me as she lay on the table in the larger exam room, which still had the thick rubber mat secured to it from the previous activities with Tatiana. I chuckled and pet along her spine then took the time to massage her to a nice hip-rocking, tunnel-clenching, roaring orgasm with my thumb seated deeply inside her vagina and fingers massaging her clitoris against it, for which she later rewarded me by leonine hugs and face-lickings when I let her jump down from the exam table. We "danced" like that for a good while, me petting her sides as she clung to me with her paws on my shoulders and her chin atop her left paw. I sighed deeply as I pet her sides, cuddling her and thinking of just what I would miss of the place were I to be dismissed when the board met to decide our fates. That also reminded me that I'd have to bring Pickles home if she was close to starting an estrus as well... or maybe not if I... hmm... My thoughts wandered as Lola and I did similarly as made our way along the corridors and stairs back up to the terrace level.

After bringing her back up topside, I noticed as Zack came in through the main doors and I politely excused myself from the group of patrons that had gathered who started asking questions regarding the Cats in specific and the zoo at large after I returned Lola to the lions' enclosure and secured the gate.

"How's Bubba working out for you?" I asked after I shut the large oak door marked "Private" and headed out of the cathouse and back towards my office.

"Well...." Zack waffled a bit as we walked. "He.... I guess I have a bit of getting used to about having a dog." I looked more than a bit confused, so he started elaborating. "Well, you were right that I have to take him out more than I thought I'd have to, but I think he's getting used to like four or five times a day now. But he decided to eat one of my X-box controllers. It was a special limited-edition one that'd cost me like $100 to replace." Zack grumped some.

I began to laugh heartily upon hearing that. "Yeah, dogs will chew things sometimes. I'm probably a little remiss in that I hadn't asked you if you had puppy-proofed your room before you brought him home."

Zack smiled a little and shrugged. "Well... I bought him a few toys and a couple beef bones to chew on so he doesn't eat the other controllers or the TV remote or stuff like that. Mom griped about the squeaky-sounds at first but she quit after a bit. Especially after he met the neighbor's cat that likes pooping in my mom's flower garden." Zack broke out laughing as we passed the clock tower. "I don't think the cat will be coming around too often now."

I chuckled some. "Why? What did Bubba do?" I asked, slightly concerned for the cat's welfare.

"Oh, the cat went to mess with the flowerbed right by the back deck like it does every so often and... didn't expect Bubba to be snoozing in the back yard. So when Bubba saw it, he chased the cat around the yard some, around a couple of the trees a couple times with Bubba barking right behind it and it had to claw its way up the one bigger fencepost in the corner fast to be able to get over top in time before Bubba got to him. I think Bubba just wanted to play but that got the cat out of the yard in a big hurry. My mother gave him a burger from supper for chasing the cat out of the backyard." Zack had a big smile on his face as we reached the side door to the office stairs. "She seems to really like him now, even though she complained some when I got home with him. Dad just told her that at least I was being more responsible than Ashley is, since she just emailed mom wanting more money for rent and food again because her boyfriend quit his job again. Dad really doesn't like giving her money and Mom doesn't really like her boyfriend."

I smiled broadly. "That happens sometimes, and I'm glad to hear that Bubba's working out well for you. I was a little concerned that you weren't exactly ready for a dog, but not too concerned since you're turning into a reasonably responsible young adult." I chuckled. "Even though I'm sure you still get into some mischief now and again."

Zack kinda blushed a little bit at that. "I... well.... You had something to do with that, Mr. Peters. I mean, you let me come here and learn things and I... kinda... saw how you are about things and how you've got so much going for you and that you've done so much that... well.... Me playing video games and not really helping anyone or doing anything doesn't really make sense compared to that."

I chuckled a bit as I sat down in my chair, having unlocked my door and entered my office while we were talking. "Don't sell yourself short, kid. You're the one who bothered to listen to me when I gave you the information you learned, and it was you who took advantage of the opportunity to learn rather than just ignoring all of it and going on how you likely had before... or likely how Mr. Connors did."

Zack laughed. "I heard from one of my friends from before that Mr. Connors is telling folks about me being here as something bad and lots of other stuff, and so then Jimmy Stevens decided to come here himself one day. I guess he heard you talking about things like you always do and so when he saw me working at Mrs. Rassmussen's gas station he asked me if things were really how you said and stuff like that. I told him about what I'd seen and what you'd showed me and other stuff. I dunno if he's really interested or just kinda checking things out but he asked how I got to work here and stuff so maybe he'll come to work here too."

I shrugged "I wouldn't mind another volunteer to help with things, but he might be a bit disappointed if he doesn't get to do all what you get to do. You just sort of happened into things at just the right time... I don't think I could have another volunteer personal assistant without someone getting their undies bunched about it. But if he'd like to come down and find out about volunteering in general, I could possibly set him up with one of the other keepers so he could help them if he were really interested. Or maybe with Chet or Vic or... something."

Zack smiled and nodded. "I'll let Jimmy know the next time I see him. And I'll also let him know he'll have to ditch most of his piercings like I did..."

I nodded and laughed. "Yeah... I don't really care for them personally but you've found out firsthand how they could really be dangerous around here... or at the least very painful at certain happenings." I chuckled softly as he'd had a couple of interactions with the Cats that could have been quite painful indeed had his metal accessories still been in place... like Jake nibbling on one of his ears and one time when Pickles bapped him in the face with her tail, which would likely have gotten her tailtuft stuck in his eyebrow rings.

Zack chuckled softly in remembrance and nodded. "Anyway, got anything for me to do today, Mr. Peters?" he inquired, breaking from the other subjects.

I thought for a bit, then furrowed my brow and thought harder. "Um....." I thought for a bit more. "I'd say to go back and see if Chet has anything needing doing. I don't really have anything going on right now as I just did the health checks on Flo and Lola in between doing my mountain of paperwork here. If he doesn't have anything that you could help with, or want to help with, you can come on back and I'll see if Jerry or Sam need help, or see if Vic minds you tagging along with him to learn about the maintenance side of this place."

Zack nodded as he started to head out the door. "OK, Mr. Peters. And thanks."

My brow furrowed curiously. "For what?" I asked.

Zack chuckled. "Well, for letting me work here like this, and getting me the job working for Mrs. Rassmussen, and for helping me find Bubba and.... well, everything."

I smiled broadly and chuckled. "No charge, Zack. You've come to know that I do my best to help out folks when I can."

Zack smiles and nodded. "Well... I appreciate it anyway." With that, Zack bowed out through the door, presumably heading back to see what trouble Chet was having with things.

* * * * *

During a later tour of the cathouse I pondered what to do about Jake's medical exam report since I hadn't really done an official one on him in awhile, nor officially checked to see that he was still infertile - mostly because I knew the result in advance that his vasectomy had "somehow" reversed itself. To actually check him and state he remained infertile would be to falsify records, while not checking him would be a lie of omission as I typically did an official collection test from him once or twice a year anyway as he really enjoyed them for obvious reasons. Jake came up to the bars as I'd been pondered his situation and voofed for attention. I chuckled and pet him and massaged his right ear, which he had up against the bars, as I thought about it all. There was Jake, Hugo, Pickles, Zeus and Anna still that needed their medical checks done, Raleigh still needed to come home with me, which meant that I had to make some sort of enclosure for him. Just where remained an open question, as I didn't really want him out in the weather, I couldn't exactly have him in the house as Peaches would pitch a holy-shit hissyfit if he were to join her in her territory without appropriate introduction first, and there weren't any other heated locations available at the moment. The Peterson animals were still at my place needing to be moved down to the circus museum by some means, Bill hadn't yet come back with the titles for the trailers yet, and I'd not been able to get away to go down there to see him and collect them.

I moved along the terrace to Tatiana and continued pondering what all I needed to do. She started rolling against the cage bars so I bent low and pet her abdomen as she was still in heat and obviously wanting another breeding from me. I chuckled but couldn't do too very much for her as there were patrons milling about on the main floor but I smiled at her anyway as I pet through her soft tummy fur as she lounged against the bars and she "smiled" back to me in her own way, then sneezed and reflexively licked her nose.

"Isn't that dangerous?" some male voice asked from the main floor.

Without diverting my attention from Tatiana, nor turning around I casually answered him. "Tatiana here was raised by an older couple as their housepet so she's exceptionally used to human contact, and being in human living spaces as well. In fact, she likes being around humans more than being around other big cats, even other tigers like herself."

"That's why she lives alone, because tigers live alone in the wild, too," a young feminine voice added in further explanation.

This provoked me to see just what was going on, as the voice seemed familiar. I swiveled about on the ball of my near foot while maintaining my crouched position and I chuckled as the young lady from the other day apparently had decided to return to make use of the passes I had given her. I winked to her as I commented to the rest, "The girl's right about that part too. It seems she's listened to my talks here before." At that, the small group started asking other questions and both the young lady and I, at which we merrily started answering them for the group with me taking my typical stance against the railing of the terrace, much to Tatiana's dismay.

After a short time the group naturally dispersed and I made my way back down to the main floor. "I didn't expect to see you back so soon, but I'm glad to see you're enjoying the passes," I commented to her as I locked the door behind me.

"Well, I finished my schoolwork stuff for the day so I asked if I could come down and see the animals and hoped to see you, too. I really liked you giving me the passes so I can visit whenever I want and I kinda wanted to know more about everything from you. I did see you talk about the big cats before when I was here a few times and think I remember most of what you said about them and stuff," she replied as I sat down on the nearby bench by the main doors and she sat down beside me.

"Did you ride your bike here again or did you walk?" I asked, curiously, pondering something in the back of my mind.

"Why?" she replied, equally curiously.

I chuckled. "Well... I've got some more work to do, but... maybe I can let you watch some of it, whether today or sometime soon, but I'd need your guardian to sign a form so that I can let you be an official volunteer here. It's for paperwork stuff." I shrugged a bit and smiled.

"Like for insurance and safety and stuff like all the forms for when I'm in the hospital?" she asked.

I chuckled again and nodded. "Yeah, legal stuff like that. You're underage so I can't really have you be like a normal volunteer, but..." I rubbed my chin a bit. Oh, well... in for a penny.... "... I think I can have you be part of the Junior Keeper youth program here." I smiled.

"Junior Keeper? That'd mean I can be like a zookeeper like you? For real? When did the zoo start doing that?" she looked quite excited at the prospect of learning more from me.

I laughed heartily. "It started right now, actually. It's something I've been thinking about doing for quite some time for school kids like yourself to start learning about animal behavior and what all it takes to keep them happy and healthy. And since you're a bit of a special case yourself, I'm inclined to let you see some of the more grown-up type things we do to keep the cats and other animals healthy than would really be right for other younger folks. Veterinary-type things, since you're not weirded out by medical stuff. But I'd have to get your guardian's permission for anything since you are too young yet to sign for yourself." I smiled.

"Oh! Well... I did ride my bike here but..." she let her voice trail off.

"But what?" I inquired.

"Well... it's not that I don't feel good, but I think I could get Lisa to come here to sign stuff if I said I need a ride home." She smiled up at me as she said that.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Now, now... Fibbing like that isn't exactly a good thing to do, you know. Though..." I pondered for a bit. "Do you think you could climb the stairs up to my office without too much trouble today?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "Oh, yeah. I'm not really tired or anything. I've been doing pretty good lately."

I stood and she did the same as we headed for the office. "So you really like the big cats?" I asked, making idle chit-chat as we walked at a more leisurely pace than we had done the other day.

"Oh yeah! They're so pretty and look really cuddly and like something I'd like to snuggle with. And the bears are cute and funny, especially the one that likes to show off and wave at folks, and the polar bears that tumble with each other and swim around. And the giraffes look neat, but I don't know a lot about them..." she started rambling.

"Oh! What's your name, young lady?" I asked, realizing that I didn't know it, or didn't remember it if she had told me before.

"I'm Jennifer. Jennifer Brackett," she said succinctly as we walked along.

I furrowed my brow a bit as that name sounded somewhat familiar. Quite familiar, actually. I canted my jaw. "Was your mother's name Amanda?" I asked, thinking I knew just what I was thinking of.

"Yeah.... How'd you know?" She asked, looking at me with a curious expression.

A smile spread over my face as she replied, and I chuckled softly. "I knew your mom a bit. We went to High School together a long time ago."

"Really? What was she like back then?" Jennifer asked eagerly, apparently rather curious.

"Oh... about like most teenagers, I'd imagine. I didn't really know her real well back then as she didn't really hang out with the same group of folks that I kept company with." I smiled and started reminiscing. "I was sort of a nerd in school and so most folks didn't know what to make of me, or they made fun of me, or things like that. Your mom just kind of hung out with the groups of other girls and such. We weren't really in the same circles even though we were in the same classes a few times over the years."

"Oh... " Jennifer said and seemed a little dejected at not learning more about her mom's younger years.

I chuckled and patted her back. "I'm sorry I couldn't shed more light on her youth for you, Jennifer.... We just... didn't have too much in common back then." I shrugged.

"You can call me Jen or Jenny... Lisa does all the time." Jennifer said. "And that's alright, Mr. Peters. I just kinda wondered 'cuz I never met anyone that was my mom's age that knew her when she was like my age and stuff."

I sighed and smiled down at Jenny as we reached the door to the side stairs of the office. "You must miss her a lot, huh?" I asked as we started climbing up the stairs.

"Well.... yeah. It's kinda like everything changed when she got sick and then changed even more when she died. But... I know it wasn't like she got sick on purpose or anything so... I guess it's just something that kinda happens sometimes." She commented, seeming a bit introspective at the last part.

I nodded "That it does. My father died when I was young too, but that's sort of a different story than yours." I smiled some as I let her into my office and Christina got up and padded over to Jenny, sniffing at the girl with her tail wagging.

"Really? Did you go into foster care too?" she asked, curious about what I had just revealed as she shut the office door behind herself.

I shook my head. "No... my mother was still alive but she has a different kind of problems. Remember how I said there's folks that have trouble with their bodies and folks that have trouble with their minds? My mother has trouble with her mind." I chuckled softly. "So I kind of know a lot about dealing with that sort of thing from a youngster to adult. And even now as an older adult now and again when some things come up with her."

"Oh..." Jenny seemed to process it all a bit as I checked some things on my computer before shutting off the monitor and moving to get back up. "How about I take you and your bicycle back home and talk a bit with Lisa about you being a regular volunteer and have her sign the form we'd need for that?"

Jenny gave me a skeptical look for a moment. "Well, I'm not supposed to take rides from strangers, but... you're not exactly a stranger, so... it'd kinda be like a police officer or something like that giving me a ride, right?" she thought through it aloud.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Well... Yeah, I guess it's something like that. I guess I'm just so used to how things were when I grew up. There were folks we knew well, family friends, neighbors and relatives and the like, that we knew our folks wouldn't mind us getting rides from if we really needed one. I didn't give it so much of a thought that you may have learned differently." I smiled. "But I think you can trust me, and I don't think your Lisa would mind so much that I gave you a ride back home rather than her having to come down and get you if she's there at the group home with the other kids, since it's past when school lets out for the day."

Jenny's head whipped around and looked at the clock on my wall. She saw that it was indeed 4:30 and looked surprised. "Wow... I didn't realize it was that late already."

I couldn't help but laugh and nod. "Time has a habit of slipping away when you're not expecting it to." I thought for a moment then got back up from my chair and headed towards the door. "Come on, then... time for you to get going home." Jenny went through the door and Christina started to follow. "Not you Christina. Not yet. Go lay back down and I'll get you when I'm ready to head home." Christina just sat down in my way, as befit her occasional habit, and I weaseled my way out through the open door, locking it behind me as we left. "I'll just grab one of the volunteer forms from the office and you can wait in the hall here," I said and Jenny sat down on one of the padded benches in the hall.

I ducked into the office "Hi Emily. Would you mind getting me a volunteer release form?" I asked as she sat at her post behind the counter.

"Sure thing, Mr. Peters." Emily nodded then scooted her chair over towards the old telephone switchboard and pulled a sheet of paper from a divided holder atop the wooden case.

"And I'll be off the property for about an hour or so, maybe a bit less, but I should be back before closing." I commented as I took the printed form from her with a grateful nod.

"Off to play hookey again, Mr. Peters?" Jack inquired as he stepped through his door.

"No, just running a girl home since she's not able to ride her bicycle back herself." I commented.

"We're not running a taxi service for our patrons, Mr. Peters!" Jack sniped back.

"No... not usually. But this girl is a cardiac patient, an orphan as well, living in a group home so... I thought it'd be better for me to run her home myself than to have her drop dead between here and her home because she chose to visit the zoo. Conversely, I think it'd get a little more notice if an ambulance showed up just to transport her home too..." I grinned broadly. "Though both are alternative options, of course. Which of the three would you prefer, Jack?"

He just turned, stomped back into his office and slammed the door. I shrugged and Emily smiled. "Well... it's true," I offhandedly commented to Emily. She just giggled and I chuckled softly and shrugged as I headed back out to the hall. "Ready to go, Jenny?" I asked.

"Sure thing, Mr. Peters. And thanks for the ride home." She smiled and we headed back down the side stairs to the employee lot.

When we arrived at the large house over on Washington Street, I pulled up out front and unloaded Jenny's bike from the back hatch of the Blazer. A lady came out of the front door, hurried down the walk and out the front gate to meet us. "Jenny? Who'd you get a ride from? You're not supposed to get rides from strangers, you know!" Her tone was that of irritation, whether from worry or frustration I couldn't exactly tell.

"He's alright Lisa... this is Mr. Peters from the zoo! He's the one that gave me the free passes." Jenny said as she wheeled her bicycle inside the front yard gate and then came back to where I was standing.

I chuckled and nodded, unzipping my jacket so she could see my work shirt. "That I am..." I casually added.

"Oh! Well... I suppose that's a little different then. I guess. I just... well, you know how it can be with kids these days and strangers and all...." Lisa started to stammer a bit as she smiled politely at me.

I merely chuckled softly. "I don't rightly know firsthand, ma'am. It might be a little different with an every-changing gaggle like you probably get to deal with, but... for my friends that have kids it doesn't seem to matter too much as they know the folks their parents know and other folks are indeed strangers." I shrugged a bit. "I tend to be a little more old-fashioned than most these days, it seems."

Lisa looked a little concerned, then thought for a moment. "I suppose that's true that people's attitudes about things have changed a lot since I was young... and... likely since you were too... Mr. Peters, was it?"

I nodded and proffered my hand. "Yes, Jim Peters. I'm the head keeper at the zoo, and Jenny here seems to have enjoyed listening to me talk about the big cats a time or two since she helped answer some questions today."

"Oh, I hope you didn't mind! I've warned her about being a little too forward about piping up when grown-ups are talking..." Lisa looked a little concerned and scowled a bit. Jennny looked worried that she was about to get into trouble.

I simply laughed and shook my head. "No, I didn't mind at all. In fact, that's part of why I offered to give her a ride home, so that I could speak to you about maybe having her learn more about the big cats and other animals by volunteering at the zoo."

Lisa looked surprised, then wrinkled her brow a bit. "I don't know... with winter coming on and all..."

I merely smiled. "How about we go in and all three of us talk about it? If you have a little bit of time, that is. That way you can get a better idea of what I have in mind, Jenny can hear it too, and then you can decide whether or not you'd like to allow her to take advantage of the opportunity."

Jenny had this "pleeeeeez!!!" expression on her face, and Lisa, having looked at Jenny, thought for a moment, then turned to me with a smile. "Well... can't hurt to listen to what you've got to say, since you've been so kind to Jenny already...." With that we made our way into the house.

* * * * *

I was still smiling from the talk with Jenny and Lisa at the group home while Julie and I ate our dinner. "What's got you in such a good mood, Jim?" she inquired as we ate our meal of Chicken Marinara and Garlic Bread.

"Oh... I just stuck my foot in Jack's ass today and started a program for young folks to learn about being zookeepers." I smiled.

Julie suddenly looked shocked. "You did... what?" she asked, totally perplexed.

I laughed heartily. "I'd been thinking of starting a Junior Keeper program at the zoo for some time. Getting appropriately-intelligent school-age kids involved in learning what it takes to tend to animals at the zoo. Well, there's been one girl that I noticed twice now, an orphan living over in that one foster care group home on Washington Street. She... is interested, is exceptionally bright and so... I made arrangements with her guardian for her to be a volunteer." I explained as we ate.

Julie smiled broadly and then looked really worried. "But what will Jack do about that? I mean, with you and him and the board and all?"

I shrugged. "The worst they can do is fire me, really. That's all they could ever bother to do, but I don't see a community outreach program like that as being something problematic in the bigger picture. In fact, it would be something the zoo can actually promote and garner support around, both social and financial." I smiled. "Either way, it wouldn't really matter. The board will either go with Jack and I'm history, go with me and Jack gets dismissed, or split the difference and Jack gets muzzled and I may get some administrative censure or something at the worst. Everything I've done, even most of the questionable stuff, has been in the zoo's best interest. He... just does what he does. Pushes papers and causes irritations."

Julie smiled some at the last comment. "Well, at least it's worked out for you this far..." then her countenance dropped a bit. "But that doesn't mean it'll keep going like this forever."

I smiled and patted her hand. "Forever is a very long time, hon. And I don't expect it to go on this way forever. In fact, the fact I don't know how things will happen when the board meets - that's just further evidence of that. But either way we'll be OK, hon. I'll find something else to do if I have to, and we both know there's a long list of "something else"s that I could do..." I winked.

Julie blushed and chuckled. "You're still a goof, Jim."

After dinner we watched a couple shows and then the evening news, chatting through most of the commercials. As the evening weather report wrapped up Julie blushed and got really quiet. Christina was lounging in my lap with the others straggled about, including Cleo tonight. I looked over to her and she blushed all the more.

"OK, what have you got going on, Julie? I can see you're thinking about something..." I said with a broad grin, knowing likely it would be something fun.

"You know how you... mentioned... Christina early this morning?" Julie finally managed to spit out amid the blushing.

I thought back for a bit. "Not really... what about her?" I asked, unsure of just what she was referring to.

"About... her being a... virgin, Jim?" Julie stammered.

I couldn't help but chuckle heartily and smile broadly. "Oh? you want to watch her and I... try to make puppies?" I asked, intentionally drawing things out a bit.

"Well... that and... maybe I could... help some?" she managed to ask, looking down at the floor. Wendy just happened to be laying there by her feet.

I smiled broader. "Wendy? Was she meaning you or me?" I asked of the white shepherd.

Julie smacked my arm. "You know full well what I was meaning!" she sniped, clearly getting over her sheepishness.

I smiled at Julie. "I do know full well what you were meaning. And I think you'd enjoy it, though perhaps it'll be a little more work than you thought about. A couple hundred pounds of wriggling Saint Bernard might be a touch much for you to hold onto if she really fusses about being stretched in such a manner." I gently cautioned Julie.

She sat there and thought for a little bit. "I don't think... I mean... She wouldn't be in a lot of pain, would she? I mean, I know you're big but... Cleo had no problem with you when we... I mean when you... err... out in the trailer that night I helped you and her..." Julie started to stammer again as she was clearly unsure what to say.

I smiled "She'll hurt a little, but I figure not too badly since she's fully grown. I don't think her hymen is exceptionally dense, but I've not checked her like that and don't have the equipment here right now to do so." I was petting Christina's rump as we chatted, the intro of one of the late-night talk shows starting quietly in the background as I had dropped the volume on the TV as we talked. "So you're really hot to help me cherrypop some cute critter, huh?"

That earned me another smack. "You know full well I want to," Julie sniped again, no malice in her speech as she blushed even deeper.

"Well then, go ahead and get ready for bed. I'll be up in a moment after I take her for a pee-break, since we're going to be snuggled for a good amount of time." I said and patted Christina's rump. "Time to go out?" I asked her, and she rose some and stepped off the recliner's footrest. Julie darted up the stairs and Cleo padded more slowly behind her as I rose from my seated position, shoved Noble aside as he tried mounting Christina, and clipped a leash on her collar as she had moved to the door.

The males milled about us as usual as she made her way around the front yard, peeing here and there and then the males stuffing their noses into it and acting as though they were savoring the bouquet of a very fine wine, between minor squabbles about who could sniff where. I chuckled and let them all in and led Christina up the stairs as usual.

Soon enough we were all back in the house, the kiddy gate was closed at the top of the stairs to prevent the cubs from tumbling down the stairs, and Cleo, her cubs, Christina, Julie and I were in my bedroom as I changed out of my clothes and into my nightshirt.

What... should I do, Jim?" Julie asked, petting Christina as she sat on the edge of the bed.

I thought for a bit, pondering just how I wanted to do this all. To try to hold her on the bed if she were inclined to wriggle would be challenging, but for me to remain inside her as we slept would be difficult were we to be on the floor... maybe. My brow furrowed as I thought through different concepts and then decided that us both being on the floor would be best. I then realized something and smiled. "One moment, hon... gotta grab a couple things." With that, I dashed back down the stairs, nude except for my nightshirt, to grab the camcorders, tripods and the cables to connect one to the TV set.

Quickly, I set up one camera viewing Christina's full side from the front, fixing the tripod to the footboard of the bed, and set the other one up focused on just her rear as Julie was petting her while sitting on the bed. I also got out a bottle of thick liquid lube and a lube injector, which I quickly unscrewed the top of the bottle and filled the lube injector about half full.

I knelt down behind Christina and began massaging her vulva, at which she quickly flagged her tail to the left, which seemed her preferred direction, and widened the stance of her hindfeet significantly. Both Julie and I smiled. "I you won't be able to guide me in but at least you can watch it happen..." I commented to Julie, having rigged the closeup camera to the auxiliary port on the TV, so her rear was in clear view on the monitor, though a little fur-fuzzy as I hadn't trimmed her rump hair away to fully expose her vulva.

"That's OK hon..." Julie smiled as she continued petting the now-panting Saint. "I'm just... kinda..." she blushed.

I reached over to the dresser and tossed her the Vixen toy. "Though you'll have to wait with that until I'm actually inside her. You'll need both hands to hold her collar as I'm reasonably sure she'll wriggle a fair bit as she actually gets popped." I spit-slicked a single digit and slid it gently into her swollen vulva. Turned out I didn't really need to slicken my finger as she was exceptionally wet inside.

She apparently felt the entry of my digit and widened the stance of her hindfeet even more to take the weight of her partner, arching up a bit and raised her vulva to breeding position. I chuckled and slipped a second fingertip into her, and then pushed both digits all the way up to the restriction of her hymen. Upon me touching it, she shuddered a bit, and then when I put a little pressure against the ring she whined a little. Julie looked at me with a curious expression.

"I was touching her hymen, putting a little pressure against it. I'd checked her a little that very first night she was here while we were watching movies and she reacted similarly." I commented as I withdrew my fingers and slipped the lube injector in and pressed the plunger, jetting the thick syrup past her hymen into her vagina proper, knowing it would drool backwards and help lubricate my thickness as it would enter her, in addition to her natural fluids.

"I don't know, Jim... I... " Julie's expression was one of concern.

I merely nodded and rubbed my glans over Christina's vulva, causing her to hump her hips a bit to help her mate find the right mark. Both Julie and I smiled again. "I think it'll hurt her some, but I also think she'll get over it rather quickly. I don't like seeing animals hurt either, but we both know this is one that's going to happen either way, and it's probably better for it to be me and being gentle than Reggie and his baseball knot."

Julie blushed deeply at that and Christina shuddered as my glans slipped between the lips of her vulva, up to her hymen. The swollen labia spread widely, looking all the more puffy with my thick erection spreading the opening into an easy "O" appearance. I caressed her sides from her chest to her hips, both hands in tandem.

"OK Julie, hook your thumbs into her collar..." I said as I pet along her sides one last time and then gripped her hips and started applying pressure. Julie did as I asked, using her hands to caress Christina's head and ears as my tender Saint whined loudly from the pressure I was now putting against her virgin barrier.

I frowned a little as she started wriggling from my glans bulging through the tight constriction of her hymen. Her band was a firm "O" around the bottom quarter of my glans, and it was clearly not wanting to budge. As I put more and more pressure against it the ring, Christina wriggled more and and started treading with her hindfeet, arched up with her back (which actually helped), and shifted forward a bit to rest her head further atop Julie's pelvis with her chest pressed firmly against the bedframe. With greater pressure she started really wriggling and one of her movements actually shifted enough of the muscles within her which allowed my glans to slip through her virgin constriction. I could feel the "pop" sensation within her simultaneous with her yelping out shrilly as all her insides clenched down severely hard upon my maleness. The muscles on Julie's arms were raised as she held Christina's front in place as much as possible for the short duration, and then Christina settled out into whining and yowling some which allowed Julie to relax her grip.

I petted her sides once again as she went through the pain of her deflowering, then alternated petting with holding her hips as she "danced" some more with the discomfort. As soon as her insides unclenched, her tunnel flexed to try to expel the intruder causing the discomfort, so I held her hips firmly then followed the muscular movement inward as she relaxed, earning another loud whine as I worked more of my member into the untouched depths of her vagina itself. Another squeeze and relax got me another inch inward, and on the third one I could feel her cervix along the roof of her vagina being flexed outwards to kiss tightly against my glans as it was just out of reach when she relaxes as I held myself deeply inside her body hot and trembling body.

Her hips occasionally shuddered, whether in pain or wanting to thrust, I couldn't tell. I pet along her sides some more but she continued to pant-whine-yowl as I was inside her. I looked to Julie, and Julie smiled back at me. After a few moments I started withdrawing and there was clear evidence on my shaft that it had been pushed into a virgin. Blood-streaked slick lube showing clearly to both the cameras and the humans. Christina's hindfeet returned to being firmly planted on the floor, spread widely and her back straight once again, as I commenced mating her properly.

"Jim...?" Julie questioned as Christina continued to yowl-whine throughout the mating.

I smiled and leaned forward and kissed Christina's head on one in-stroke and she lifted it to match my contact, still yowling. I quoted one of my old books on dog breeding for Julie. "Bitches may cry, whine, or grunt during a tie. This can be completely natural for the bitch and is not necessarily an indication of pain, as is plainly demonstrated by their eagerness to mate again moments after the tie separates."

Julie seemed unsure about Christina's actions, but as I continued mating Christina, her own hips started doing more than shuddering. Given our angles and the fact she wasn't supporting the weight of another dog, she started rolling her hips in a thrusting manner. I saw Julie start to smile and reached one hand down to caress herself, then slip a couple fingers up into her own body. I just chuckled and concentrated on mating my singing Saint.

Christina's vocalizations initially concerned Cleo and the cubs, but Cleo must have realized just what was going on and a couple yowls from her brought the cubs to the blankets and she contained them there, keeping them out of my way, for which I was grateful. The Cats in the yard, as well as the dogs downstairs, were sounding off from Christina's "singing" throughout the duration of our mating.

Before long, and frankly before I figured on, I was shuddering myself and pressed as deep as I could one last time. Christina sounded an "urk" grunt of surprise and tried to wriggle away again as she likely felt my shaft expand just a bit more inside her seconds before I unloaded my essence deeply inside her body. Her whining immediately stopped and she began licking her lips in a repetitive manner. Her insides rippling and squeezing along my shaft in a more concerted manner than they had been during the mating. It was almost as though she were intentionally milking me. Well, not even almost, she WAS milking me in the same manner her insides would milk a dog's thick, knotted cock lodged deeply inside her.

I looked up and saw Julie, on her back with her legs up and spread widely to the sides, as she was just inflating the knot on the Vixen with the telltale pssht-pssht-pssht-pssht of the squeezebulb's valves. I merely smiled and leaned forward over the panting Christina. I waited until Julie shuddered to another orgasm, as was evident by her pucker squeezing and flexing along with the muscles of her own vagina gripping and flexing against the toy inside, causing the base to wriggle in a distinct manner.

"Julie..." I hoarsely managed to grunt out. "Please... help Christina's front... paws onto the bed." My mouth was dry, and phlegm in the back of my throat from my own panting made it difficult to talk. One of the banes of breathing heavily in the wintertime air of diminished humidity.

Shakily, Julie rolled around then managed to lift first the right, and then left paw of Christina onto the bed, and she "walked" forward some. With the last of my strength I lifted Christina's rear up as I stood myself, doing my best to stay connected with my tender lover. Much like we had with Max, I shoved Christina's rump to the right firmly, and down she flopped, me following her hips down to the bed which caused the bedframe to creak-groan loudly from the substantially weighty impact of us both hitting the mattress mostly simultaneously. Julie was wonderful in helping cover us all up for the night and shutting off the cameras, as I literally had no more strength left in me to even do that.

It was slightly amusing watching her shakily step around the room, setting the camcorders on the dresser with the TV, and putting on Modern Marvels episodes to quietly play. All the time the squeezebulb for the Vixen was dangling between her legs leading to the stuffed pussy, and occasionally she'd shudder to another mini-gasm from the changes and movements of the toy inside her.

Soon enough she was snuggled with us under the covers, facing Christina and I, and I smirked tiredly. "You've seen how Cleo and I lay, jack-knife style... Do that with Christina and you can enjoy her fur and warmth while you give yourself another O, hon. It won't be as good as that night with Cleo and I in the trailer but..." I let my voice trail off.

She didn't need any further prodding and Christina willingly folded her hindlegs with Julie's help and, just as I'd figured, she reached another big climax rapidly as she reached between to caress herself and give the squeezebulb a couple more pumps for good measure. Julie reached over Christina to grip on my arm as she cried out in her climax and I smiled, closing my eyes.

I was glad I could give Julie that experience, her "helping" me take a virgin, even though it wasn't quite like how Sam had helped me with Tatiana. I was glad she enjoyed it. I was also quite glad Christina enjoyed her experience despite the pain of my thick shaft taking her virginity. My thoughts became amorphous, and though I hadn't intended to fall asleep quite that quickly after the night's carnal activities, I did. Content, satisfied, warm, and with those that I truly did love.