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                The zoo

kept me hopping, and there were days when all I could do was think about my

animal friends and nothing else. I did have a job to do and that was paramount

to my own pleasure, because in the end, every animal here was under my care. I

could treat none of them any less carefully than another.

                I think

I mentioned before that we would occasionally get in animals that belonged to

private owners who couldn't take care of them. It often consisted on smaller

species, ranging from chinchillas to lizards. Once in a while we got something

a little bigger if we had room. This is where Juneau comes in.

                She

came in the back gates one day without a word of warning. The animal's owners

had been contacted by local authorities who said that she was illegal for them

to have, and to find a new home for her. Since we had an empty enclosure with a

small pool, the zoo owners said they'd take her. No one asked me what I

thought.

                The

enclosure was too small for her, at least in the long run, and the pool too

shallow. I told them that it might work as a stop gap measure, but that she couldn't

stay for long. They would have to see about getting her shipped back off to the

wilds where she had been found. Apparently her mother had been struck by a semi

and so idiot thought he could make he a pet.

                Juneau

was a young moose cow. She was the first I had seen up close, and outside of

being frighten from her recent move, she was in fine shape. She had big eyes,

brown fur and those incredibly stilt-like legs. She was only about half grown,

and when full sized, she would be bigger than the zoo was prepared to deal

with. I told them they could spend the money on a bigger pen, but they

demurred. I thought it was short sighted, but then again, did we need another

female without a breeding partner?

                I

checked her over, told them they had to find plenty of pond vegetation for her,

and went about my duties. As it turned out, getting food was not as easy as I

think they had counted on. A moose's diet is mostly aquatic vegetation, from

water weeds to cattails and other marginal plants. Those were not things you

could get from the local produce vendor. And as each day would pass, she'd get

bigger and eat more.

                Therefore,

she was soon on the list to be shipped to a region that had a resident moose

population. So I had to spend a lot of time with her, making sure she was

immunized against disease. We couldn't chance her carrying something

devastating into an existing population.

                I was

interested in her for her gender, of course. An adult cow might weigh around

eight hundred pounds, and given their standard temperament, pose more of a risk

than they were worth, even if they were willing. But Juneau was smaller by far,

making her size less intimidating. That left it to whether she would tolerate

any advances from someone like me.

                I

suppose I could have pressed the issue, either with force or with drugs, but

both of those options seemed cruel. She was alone, and only a calf, albeit a

big one, and growing all the time; but still, she was my charge and I couldn't

shirk in my duties.

                That

didn't keep me from paying special attention to her over the next few months.

She was growing fast, faster than she would have in the wild, and was soon

topping out at over three hundred pounds. That was a hell of a lot more than I

weighed!

                Each

day, I visited her, scratching her behind the ears, just like my donkey girl,

and rubbing her shoulders and back. When no one could see me, I worked down her

back to her butt and under her tail. At first she shied away, but over time she

got used to my fingers exploring her nether regions. Her brown pigmented skin

opened up to glistening wet pink, and after a while, she seemed to be pretty

cool with my investigations into her private parts.

                I made

the decision to do her before she got much taller. I was already going to have

to use a crate to adjust for her height. But my timeline got bumped up when I

was informed that the zoo was sending her to Maine. I was surprised they sprang

for the cost, but I think the cost of keeping her far outweighed the revenue

she might have attracted.

                That

meant I had only a week to get it on with her. I opted for sooner rather than

later. She was naturally pretty slippery, so I skipped any unnecessary equipment

and stole away one night to her enclosure. She was still standing, cooling her

extremities in the water. She snorted and walked over to me, hoping I suppose

for a handout. I had a head of lettuce, not quite her regular food but an

acceptable substitute. She munched away happily and then nosed me, looking for

more.

                "That's

it girl. That's all I brought with me." I ran may hand over her backside,

getting a feel for her willingness. She sort of wandered away, so I followed

her. In the back, at her shelter, she stopped and stood. Figuring I had little

to lose except for time, I stripped and placed the crate behind her. I got up

and mounted her.

                She

didn't seem to really notice. My cock was nice sized, but it hardly compared to

what a big girl like her could take. While she wasn't anywhere close to being a

tight fit, she was snug enough and since she was a willing virgin, I didn't see

where I had room to complain.

                I had

decided that if she moved for made a fuss, I would be done. There was no point

to putting her off. But she impressed me by holding still. It made things a

whole lot easier for me. She was warm and moist, and I hoped that she was

finding it at least comfortable if not pleasurable. I certainly was. The fact

that she was holding her tail high was a good sign, as normally she would be more

apt to keep it down.

                I hung

on to her hips, getting a grip on her soft brown fur and I putting my whole

body into this. There were times when I could feel her tighten up, and once or

twice I felt her legs given way a little. But those things didn't seem to

forecast any difficulties, so I continued. She was remarkably pliant, and I

wondered ahead to the future, wondering what her mate might have to offer her.

Size certainly, but not any lasting endurance. Her first time was going to be

her best, if I had anything to do about it.

                I was

very much enjoying her feel, and the fact that she was an unusual animal to be

able to have in this way. Some of you may think that lions and tigers would be

rare, but you'd be surprised how few zoos kept North American mammals. The

thought was that you could see them by going on a drive. Exotics, in a zoo,

were commonplace.

                After

about fifteen minutes of pure bliss, I felt her begin to shudder a little. I had

to assume I was having an effect on her insides with my persistent prodding. Her

internal pink walls were beginning to convulse and it was absolutely incredible.

I doubted that in the wild, with their own kind, they had sex long enough for

something like this to happen, but I was no expert.

                I put

more effort into it, pushing in deeply and then pulling back almost until I was

out, before pushing in again. I could feel her clamping down. I did this for several

minutes until she had squeezed herself tight. This time, when I took off on a

speed drilling, it was like she was a totally different animal.

                She let

a low call as I barreled away on her backside. Her body was shaking, a slight tremor,

and it ran from her butt to her nose. I finally couldn't hold out any longer

and pounded away with unabashed enthusiasm. When I came, it was whilst pressed

tightly against her backside.

                I hung

on to her for several minutes, leaving only when she caught me off guard. She

suddenly let fly with a stream of urine, and I felt the warm fluid spray all

over me. I wasn't upset, since I was naked, but I did take a dip in her pool to

rinse off. I gave her a hug and patted her nose, gathered my cloths and went

back to my quarters.

                The

next day she was pretty frisky, and bounded about her pen in a playful mood.

The visitors loved it. It did help to raise their spirits over the fact that we

were losing her, but I gave a few impromptu talks, telling them how her new

life would be better for her. Over the weekend the truck came, and I gave her a

sedative to help her tolerate the long ride to her new home. It was a sad

parting, but a necessary one.

I still have a picture one of the

visitors sent me. I was hamming it up for the camera with Juneau, and she was

in the process of licking my face when the visitor snapped it. It's a cute

photo, and it reminds me what a nice girl she had been. It would have been interesting

to see what she would have been like fully grown. I would have needed silts,

but hey, she would have been worth it!