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Sanctuary Secrets

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

8th April, 2023.

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Abigail was nervous, beyond nervous, as she approached the sanctuary gates, then stepped through. This was her first day – or her entire career – she had studied long at college, now, accredited – she had been accepted as a Keeper for this Kangaroo sanctuary.

“It's a dream come true," Abigail gushed, talking to the senior keeper and owner as they walked towards the main building. “Thank you for giving me this opportunity!"

“You're very welcome," He smiled at her, then held the main door open, allowing her to enter. “Your enthusiasm and knowledge of them will be a treasure! Now, let me show you around, meet a few of the orphans if you'd like..."

Abigail couldn't help the look on her face, as she nodded and stepped into the hospital wing, the head keeper behind her.

“Yes, I think you'll fit right in..." He muttered behind her.

*

Abigail met the orphans, hanging from makeshift pouches from hooks on the walls, even got the chance to hold a young joey in her arms and bottle feed her.

“You're a natural," He smiled and nodded. “This little one was barely a pinky when she was brought here – it took four staff working in shifts those first few weeks, then months, to get her to pull through – we operate on a three system -"

“Three days, three weeks, three months?" Abigail burst out, then shut her mouth with a snap. “I'm sorry, I spoke out of turn - “

Far from being disappointed in her, he smiled and nodded.

“Exactly. If a orphan lasts three days, we pray for three weeks, if they make it to three months – there's an excellent chance they'll make it the whole way...sadly, we lose about twenty-five percent of Joeys that come through our doors. Cardiomyopathy is a _huge _killer – the stress of their mother being killed, then handled inappropriately by well meaning rescuers and...well, we celebrate those who live, we mourn those we could not save."

Abigail nodded sadly. “It must be hard..."

He looked down at the orphan who gazed up, her little paws clutching at the latex teat, suckling the special milk formula.

“It is..."

*

Later, he took her out into where the juveniles were kept, introducing each of the does in turn. When he called them, some immediately hopped over for cuddles and scritches, a few remained a bit aloof and almost timid.

“Some bond so closely to me and my staff – some – are more stand-offish. The stand-off ones? They're our greatest hope for rehabilitation and release. If a doe gets too emotionally attached – we usually raise them and ship them off to zoos or parks or some such. They wouldn't survive in the wilds..."

Abigail took it all in, then a frown spread across her face. “Forgive me, sir, but I notice there's more does than bucks – isn't that uncommon?"

“Not at all, I prefer to have does – they're so much more accommodating and friendly..."

Abigail started at the inflection he put on what he said, but her fascination with them and how eagerly most come over for a petting or cuddle, quickly washed away her strange feeling.

“Young bucks, like these ones? We'll send them off to a rather specialised sanctuary – where they'll learn from kick-boxing each other and other things...better they practice on each other, than kick the fur out of their mothers – or worse – some innocent doe..."

“I imagine they can get quite aggressive – these are – weanlings, so about a year old or so?"

“Indeed they are – a few older does are here, like experienced mothers – they're a wonderful influence on the young does. Keep them calm and through how they interact and groom each other and so on? These juvenile does will soon grow up and be nice and friendly to the few of the public we let in, on our special open days. After all – all this – it costs a lot of money, and we do not receive financial support from the Government to run this sanctuary..."

“Come, I'll introduce you to the main group..."

Abigail gave an older doe a gentle scratch behind the ears, before the Doe seemed to sigh and her ears went back, before she crawled off.

*

“Here's the main group – all grown adult does – they're very friendly, more so if you have their food! I swear, they'll try to swamp you if you're not dominant and assertive. They know when they get fed – so tell them..."

“Fala? DOWN!" He snapped as a old doe suddenly grabbed hold of Abigail's arm and clucked and grunted at her. “Naughty girl! Down!"

Reluctantly, the doe he called Fala twitched her ears, before she obediently crouched and coughed in a loud, hacking cry.

“That's...a submission cough, isn't it?" Abigail asked, rubbing at her arm.

“Yes, it is – she accepts me as dominant, as their leader I suppose you'd call it. She didn't hurt you, did she? Scratch you with her claws? I know she didn't mean it – she can be over affectionate and..."

Fala clawed at the ground, grunting, clucking and growling – it made no sense to Abigail, who merely looked down at her.

“Fala...ENOUGH!" He snapped at the doe, who trembled and crouched lower, before bounding off. “Sorry, she's a chatty one..."

Abigail frowned, feeling something strange had happened, but unable to make any sense of it at all.

“Okay, so, lets keep going, shall we?" He smiled at her, then lead her to another part of the sanctuary.

Fala looked up, then stood up, a concerned, frightened look on her muzzle as she coughed and growled again, making three short hops towards Abigail, before a backwards glance from the head keeper froze her in her tracks.

*

Abigail learned where their food was, how to prepare the orphan's milk formula – which age orphan got which type of milk and how much – it nearly did her head in, realising there was like six different 'types' of milk, according to age of the joey. < 0.7 for pinkies, hairless, eyes closed, no visible fur, right through to >7.0 for the oldest joeys, those who were being weaned.

It was late afternoon, she'd fed the mature does, again, Fala had come to her, grabbing at her and trembling.

“Fala? Honey? Hey – easy girl, its alright! I love you too, go on, down... DOWN..."

Fala obeyed, crouching and growling and coughing, before she seemed to sigh and shook her head, her beautiful long tubular ears slapping from side to side, before she went back to eating the specialised food laid out for them.

“Such a friendly girl, aren't you?" Abigail smiled, gently ruffling Fala's ears.

Suddenly, a massive urge struck Abigail like never before – one minute she was stroking Fala's ears, the next – she felt like she'd wet herself.

“No, no, no!" Abigail moaned, clutching the buckets tight and glancing around. “Not now, not here – the bathrooms - “

Back at the main building, you know you'll never get there in time, go over there, behind the sheds – no one will know you had too...

Abigail blushed, before she winced as the urges to urinate grew even stronger. Quickly, she rushed over, then slipped her fingers up under the skirt she wore. Looking around, she hurriedly pushed it down, then her panties as well – setting them aside as she squatted down on the dirt, as close as she could.

Of course – the instant urges vanished like smoke in a fan factory...

“Urgh, come on...come on..." Abigail sighed, holding the awkward squatting position, her thighs beginning to ache.

After what felt like an eternity, Abigail's bladder finally began to relax its tense musculature and she urinated on the ground for a few seconds, before looking up and suddenly seeing a pair of long, slender feet – with four inch long mid-toe talons. Her eyes roamed upwards, seeing the furred feet, the legs, the strong muscles of the thighs – then the...

That's not a doe...

Abigail gasped, looking up the taught belly, the huge chest and the terrifyingly large pectoral and biceps, before finally meeting the intense gaze of the buck kangaroo who stood six feet tall...at least...

He stared at her, his eyes widely spaced and locked on her, His presence and size, nearly turned Abigail's heart to ice...

“Uh...there is a buck..." Abigail whispered fearfully – being in such a compromising position, looking up at him.

He stared at her, one ear rotating forwards and back, before he leaned ever so slightly forwards and Abigail squealed and fell backwards, landing on her back. He twitched, gazing at her half-naked form, before he looked down and crouched – sniffing at the rapidly disappearing puddle of her urine.

“Hey...no, bad! Bad buck, no!" Abigail blushed, waving her hands at him.

He twitched again, before he titled his head to the side and gazed at her, flexing his powerful muscles, he crawled towards her, clucking and growling.

“No, shoo, get!" Abigail squeaked breathlessly, crabbing backwards on her palms and heels, trying to get away from him.

Backed up against the edge of a building, cornered on three sides, the buck looked left and right, before he made that strange clucking sound and ever so gently pawed at her ankles.

“Nnngh - “ Abigail whimpered in fright. “Go away...get!"

He paused, confused, before creeping a little closer, again, his strong, sharp clawed paws gripping at her shins as he clucked and growled at her.

Scared, Abigail pressed her back against the wall, too afraid to cry out, kick out at him, or even try to escape. He moved up to her thighs, ever so gently scratching at her as he moved even closer again.

He crouched right down, almost impossibly so, before he gripped her left ankle with his paws – then his whiskers brushed against the side and his supple tongue licked her ankle above the sock.

“Nngh – no...naughty, stop that!" Abigail gurgled in fright, her eyes wide as she stared at him.

He paused, flicked his ears forwards inquisitively, then resumed licking her ankle – ever so carefully moving up her shin towards her knee. His incredibly sharp teeth pricked the skin on her knee – but it wasn't like he was going to bite her – more a gentle, almost playfully grazing at it.

“Stop...please - “ Abigail whimpered, tears welling in her eyes as her fear grew exponentially.

He looked up, seemingly confused, before – without any warning, he moved quickly forwards, his strong paws gripping her thighs, as he stared into her eyes – his nose less than an inch from hers.

“What...what do you want?" Abigail whimpered, struck by terrible fear that he'd attack.

Instead, he looked at her for a few moments, before he licked her nose and gently, moved back a pace or two, his tongue licking between her breasts and down over her stomach.

“No...no..bad kangaroo – no – bad...sto..."

Her throat locked, as he looked up at her, then flicked his ears and his whiskers brushed her inner thighs. Before her startled mind realised it, his nose brushed her labia – then his tongue parted the folds and began experimentally at first – then in less than a heartbeat – eagerly licking – almost as if he knew what he was doing.

“Stop...please...no, you...its wrong..." Abigail pleaded with him.

He looked up at her, ears slicking backwards, before he resumed, his tongue exploring her warm folds and beyond with a surprising degree of care and gentleness. When he found her clitoris, the buck snorted – the hot breath pushing inside her as Abigail ground her teeth, her fingers gouging at the dirt to either side.

“Stop...please - “ She pleaded, yet another part of her, screamed out lustfully, wanting him to bury his muzzle inside her, to fill her and pleasure her...

It's wrong... he's a kangaroo and...and... Her rational mind screamed.

...and you've only ever had things up there, that run on batteries... Another part of her mind retorted. He's a wild animal, he doesn't know any different – is he hurting you? No...he'll lose interest pretty quickly and...

All thought ceased, as he pushed his muzzle about half-way inside her, his tongue swirling and exploring her depths – Abigail moaned, her hips arching upwards – fully expecting this dominant, male kangaroo, to panic, to jump back and flee – all he did was snort inside her – his hot breath electrifying her nerves and slap his paws on her thighs and shove her right back down again...

What...why is he... he's a feral kangaroo and I'm...no, this is...he can't... Her mind screamed and railed, desperate to seize her vocal cords and make her shriek and scream until he ran – all that come out was gasping breaths and low, quiet moans.

His muzzle slick with saliva and her own bodily secretions, he seemed intent on what he was doing, even when her hands slapped down on his head and began to flutter over his ears.

“No, sto..." Her breath froze in her throat...

Without warning, her orgasm flooded his muzzle, his eyes going wide as it gushed down his nostrils and squirted down his throat. He froze, muzzle half buried inside this strange, delicious doe – who was not a doe – but tasted far sweeter and...

“Urgh..." Abigail gurgled, pushing her hips up against his muzzle, almost taking it to his eyes.

He coughed, clearing his throat as he pushed her back down again, then snatched his head back. His head shook from side to side, using his paws to scrape and wipe at the sticky fluids that soaked through to the skin beneath. He snorted, then gave a great hacking cough, before he shook his head again and his tubular ears slapped from side to side.

“You...you and me..we - “ Abigail panted, staring wide eyed up at him.

He coughed again, then shivered from ear tip to tail tip, before he cautiously moved forwards, placing his paws on her shoulders – then gazed into her eyes and licked her forehead. Without another word, he turned about and bounded away, leaving the trembling, half naked woman laying there – her thighs spread apart and wondering what on earth had just happened...

Did...a feral kangaroo...really just...

Carefully_,_ Abigail got to her feet and as she turned around and reached for her skirt and panties – as she bent over, she suddenly heard two heavy thuds behind her... Without warning, she was grabbed by the hips and yanked backwards by strong powerful paws.

“No!" Abigail squealed in fright, feeling him clutch tighter, then his weight leaning over her back.

“No, no, please..." Abigail wanted to struggle, to scream to fight if she had too – but then something inside her turned her knees to jelly and she dropped to her knees.

He twitched – whether confused, scared or surprised – but quickly come closer, slipping his sharp clawed paws around her hips and making that unusual grunting sound at her. Her mind swirling, Abigail was a second remembering her classes – before her eyes went wider still and she moaned helplessly.

“I'm not a doe... Please – just... I'm...I'm not a doe..."

He clucked and growled at her, his grip tightening around her hips.

Oh, so its okay for YOU to get off... Her mind laughed at her. What about him? Hmm? He's a feral kangaroo – he has no idea of right or wrong – he probably doesn't even realise what he's actually doing! Who ever heard of a kangaroo mating a human? Have you? No...now stop being silly – he'll try – get frustrated and...

Indeed, the buck grew more anxious, quivering and moving from one long hind foot to the other – his hips bucking against her and something slender, almost prehensile, poking and rubbing against her thighs. It flickered across her labia – poking at it – before going underneath her and he growled, before he pulled her back, using his weight to push her down.

His long legs slid either side of her knees, as he began licking and nuzzling the back of her head and neck – making those odd grunting noises just like how he'd court a real doe.

“Please...be...gentle..." Abigail trembled, glancing over her shoulder at him.

He blinked, then licked her nape again as he pulled her hips this way then that, before at last, his prehensile like penis poked her labial folds – and with a sharp thrust, he mounted.

Abigail's eyes went wide – as his penis inside her – a good three or four inches at least, lashed from side to side and up and down, his grip adjusting and pulling her down and back once more – before he gripped tight and began thrusting. His panting breath on her neck and the thumping of his heart in his chest rose in time – the eager Kangaroo giving all he could – his furred scrotum pressed tight against her tailbone.

Expecting pain and fear – Abigail was surprised – he was not anywhere near gifted in the penile department – yet the way it moved and flicked within her – did more for her arousal than many of her toys – including some very interesting animal-like ones...

He growled, clucked and hammered her rump like he knew exactly what he was doing – Abigail's doubts and fears being washed away as he relaxed his sharp grip and used his tongue to lick and lips to nuzzle at her nape.

Before she knew what was happening, he began to quiver, before he took a very tight grip and as she moaned – partially in fright – partially in pleasure, much to her shame, the kangaroo buck released his seed within her in a series of surprisingly strong spurts.

It was hot, very hot, sticking to her vaginal canal and almost gluing them together. Way thicker than anything else she'd encountered – including a few boyfriends – at last the Kangaroo went limp, his upper body slumping onto her back, his tongue drooling saliva down the side of her neck and he trembled weakly.

Too scared to move for fear of frightening him, Abigail knelt on palms and knees, waiting for the Kangaroo to dismount. He was still quite firm, his penis twitching and dribbling the last of his semen, before he shivered and gently stepped backwards, crouching on the ground behind her.

“You...we just..." Abigail began, then her eyes widened once more.

He tilted his head to the side, his tongue lapping at her labial folds, almost as if he was cleaning her and giving her reassurance he was happy – like he would a feral doe.

Abigail had no words, truly, she'd just been bred to a feral kangaroo – had enjoyed – being bred to a feral kangaroo – shame fought with pleasure within her, before he grunted and stood up. Carefully, she turned around, staring into his eyes, before he titled his head and leaned forwards – once more licking her forehead. Without a word, he crouched down, then turned about and in a few short seconds, quickly bounded off like nothing had happened – leaving her half-naked, her skirt and panties dirty and dusty – her mind confused and bewildered...

Slowly, Abigail picked up her clothing, shaking it off as best she could, before slipping on her panties and her skirt.

“Oh gods – I hope nobody sees me... I just...I can't..."

Out of the corner of her eye, she seen the unmistakable muzzle of Fala, who crept around the corner, then crawled over to her. Fala's eyes were wide, as she nervously approached, then stretched out her head and sniffed at Abigail. Without warning, Abigail grabbed the startled doe around the neck, pressing her face to her neck and burst into tears.

Fala trembled for a moment, confused and bewildered, before she gently placed her paws around Abigail's neck and held her as best she could, like she was cuddling her scared joey.

*

At last, Abigail sniffled and hugged Fala gently, before she wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled.

“I'm sorry Fala,.. I just..."

Fala rotated one ear forwards, then just looked at her, before she nuzzled Abigail's chin, who hugged the doe back tight. Fala tensed, before realising it was just a hug and she stood still – giving Abigail as long as she needed...

At last, Abigail sniffled and stepped back, gently ruffling Fala's ears.

“Honey...I know you don't understand a word...but...thank you, I – I mean it..."

Fala merely stared at Abigail, before she took on a pensive, almost fearful look, then coughed, crouched and hurriedly hopped away from the confused, bewildered human.

*

Abigail tried to put what had happened out of her mind, as she busied herself around the sanctuary until at last, it was time to go home...

Home...shower, a long, hot shower – then fall into bed, forget what happened, I dreamed it...

You keep telling yourself that... Come the other voice in her head.

*

That night, laying in bed, Abigail tossed and turned, memories of that buck filling her mind, what he'd done, how he had done it – almost like he knew exactly what he was doing with her...

“Mmmph - “ Abigail moaned, one hand sliding down her belly to begin flickering against her labial folds. “No...bad...bad...buck..."

Her fingers, seemingly of their own accord, began to move – finding her clitoris and twirling, before pressing inwards and rubbing it – just the way his tongue had.

“Stop...stop it - “ Abigail gurgled in her sleep.

Sleep was a long time coming...Abigail herself...was not...

*

“Woah Abigail!" Grunted her boss the next morning. “Rough night?"

Abigail poured herself a cup of coffee, then grunted noncommittally.

“Well, its your second day, so just take it easy, drink plenty of water and so on, alright?"

“I will, thanks..."

*

Abigail did her duties to the best she could feeding the orphans and the does. Finally, mid-afternoon, Abigail walked over to where it had all happened the day before – the ground was smooth, not a single twig looked like it'd been touched...

“No..." Abigail moaned, then got down on her knees and searched. “I'm not dreaming, it was real – it happened – that Buck...me..."

As Abigail rose then turned around, she gasped, seeing the buck standing right behind her – all six feel plus of him... without a warning growl or any sign, he suddenly reared back on his tail, both hind feet slamming into her stomach and driving her back against the wall – her head connecting with a sickening whack before she crumbled to the ground, unconscious...

*

My head.... Abigail's mind reeled as she reached out with a shaking hand, her claws gouging...

Claws?

Her eyes snapped open and blurred, tears filling them as sickening pain tore through every nerve ending and then some. Shaking her head only made it pound worse, as sickening nausea swept over her. As she coughed and retched, feeling like her stomach would surely leap out of her throat, Abigail rubbed at her eyes to try and remove the stinging tears...

This brought more pain – as rough paw pads scratched and made her gasp. Her mind refused to believe what her body was screaming at her – her legs weren't hers anymore – her feet? Long, slender, tipped with short claws – the middle one a 2 inch long curled talon... Her hands? Her hands were now ended in five sharp, slightly curved claws.

“No - “ Abigail shrieked – or at least – tried – too – all that come out was a strange, kangaroo like series of clucks.

Her eyes clearing, she stared down at herself – laying flat on her back, neck at an unnatural angle – she took herself in – and her mind recoiled in horror. From chest to belly, her fur was a pale white, a long, heavy and muscular tail between the legs – ending in a a six inch long black tail tip.

“No, I'm not...I'm NOT – I'M A HUMAN...I'M HUMAN..." Abigail again tried to scream – but more of the kangaroo like noises come from her throat.

Her paws clawed at her muzzle, tugged at her ears – almost frantically, like it was some mask she could just peel off and throw away.

It's a dream, I'm at home in my bed – asleep – it's a terrible nightmare – wake up... WAKE UP...

Slapping herself across the muzzle, Abigail wailed in pain, her claws cutting furrows through her fur and skin beneath, from which blood began welling – red blood – her blood...

No, no, no, NO... Abigail's mind screamed, driven almost to the point of madness.

One ear snapped forwards, then the other, as she heard the quiet sound of an approaching kangaroo. Struggling, Abigail rolled from side to side, the second she tried to stand, her legs crumbled beneath her – muscles screaming in agony and tendons feeling like they'd surely snap. Fala stopped, her muzzle falling open and ears going flat, before she hopped over and stood outside kicking range – just staring wide eyed and a horrified look on her muzzle.

For several attempts, Abigail tried again and again to stand, only to fall and cry out again, her claws gouging at the ground in frustration and fright. Fala watched her, then gently crept closer, before she sighed and shook her head slowly from side to side.

“Foolish girl," Come the voice from Fala – unmistakably kangaroo – but in Abigail's mind, she heard the words...

“No..I'm having a - “ Abigail cried, refusing to admit the truth.

“A nightmare?" Fala grunted, then lay down, folding one long leg over the other. _“_My dear, sweet child... How I wish you'd listened to me when I first tried to warn you..."

Heavy booted footfalls come, startling both kangaroo does. Fala leapt to her feet, then instantly crouched, coughing loudly in the submissive grunt they had. Abigail couldn't stand if she tried – she could only lay there and watch as the Sanctuary owner walked around the corner – then stared right at her. A smile curled the edges of his lips, but far from being kind and gentle – it was dark and sardonic. He walked over, then dragged the screaming Abigail by the tail – her claws gouging at the ground.

Dropping her, he forced her onto her back, then knelt over her, pinning her to the ground and grabbing both her wrists tight – despite her desperate attempts to struggle – she was quickly subdued.

“Such a beautiful doe – once you learn your place little one – you'll make an excellent addition to my sanctuary... I look very forward to your first heat – as a human? You were quite a tasty distraction – as – a doe...you'll be first class amongst many..."

He smiled down at her, then stared into her eyes.

“Welcome – Queen Abigail..."

END