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                My zoo displayed

a number of unusual animals over the time I was there, including a pair of

female pups that we accepted as part of a breeding program. We were asked to

watch over and care for them until they reached adulthood, at which point they

would go back to their donor zoo to participate in their future propagation. I

was always into supporting the protection of rare species, and this request make

me quite happy.                Initially,

I examined the pups to determine their health standing, but their subsequent

care went to a couple of my flunkies. I didn't have time to personally look after

every single animal, and I think you know why. I was a busy guy. But as the

pups grew and became more independent, I spent a little more time with them,

trying to make sure they were socializing properly. I didn't want them to be tame,

but they did need to have a certain comfort level having humans around.                These

ladies were from South America, species wise, though they were born in a zoo here

in the states, and  were the first I had

ever seen of their kind. As pups, they were cute and fairly normal looking. But

as they grew up rapidly over the next year, they got leggy and sleek. I'm

talking about the unusual Maned Wolf of course.                They

really weren't wolves, but they were members of the canid family. I think they

were more closely related to foxes, and their weight put their size in between

foxes and true wolves. They weren't a popular attraction at the zoo, because

for the most part they stayed in their den during the day, coming out primarily

at night.                I had

been asked to make notes on their behavior, and since they came out at night,

once a week (or maybe two if I wasn't too tired) I would spend an hour with the

dimmed lights on, watching how they interacted. There wasn't much to say, with

just the two of them, but I did my best to be a good observer.                As I

would often bring them little treats (dead mice, or little cuts of meat) they

soon looked forward to my coming. I even got so bold as to stay in the cage

with them, once I learned they had no violent tendencies. They were pretty relaxed,

though they seemed to grow more restive as fall approached.  By this time we had had them a year and they

were about as big as they were going to get. My pups were all grown up.                I

wasn't certain that my notes were going to do anyone any good, as my

interaction with them hardly seemed noteworthy. 

In fact they were supposed to be heading back to their parent zoo about

this time, but some sort of snafu prevented their return. So we were sort of

stuck with them for the moment. It wasn't the worst thing I had to contend

with. They weren't any trouble, even if they didn't make for good viewing.                I had

grown rather attached to them by this time. They were pretty things, even if

they seemed somehow disproportionate in their looks. Their long dark legs

seemed like stilts, but I guess they had evolved to be able to see above tall

grasses. It was probably hard to hunt when you were short. Whatever the reason

for their unique development, they were beautiful creatures and I felt bad the

visitors rarely got to see them.                I had

had fleeting thoughts about the possibility of engaging in a little amorous fun

with them, but since they weren't ours, I had kept myself pretty strict in what

I did around them. I had no idea at the time that they sexually matured at year

one, and they had just had their birthdays a month or so before this particular

night.                What

made this night special was that the girls were much friendlier than they were

prone to being. I'm not saying that they were ever mean, but they did tend to

be aloof unless you had a treat on your person. Of course, I did this night,

but even after they ate it up, they remained close. In fact the one, whom I

nicknamed Salsa, had her butt in my face. I reached out and scratched her backside,

right above her tail. She pressed her backside downward and wiggled in time to

my fingers. It was comical.                 That

is, it was comical until I figured out what she wanted. It dawned on me that the

girls had only had me as their regular male attendant. The problem was that I

didn't know what I could do for them. They were a little small as far as

canines went, but not impossibly so.  And

if they were in truly in heat, then I suppose their bodies would be a little

more receptive than at any other time.                 I

tested the waters with Salsa by running my fingers to her vulva. Sure enough,

she was slightly enlarged and there was dampness oozing out. I slipped my

middle finger between her puffy lips and watched her as she hunkered down over

my finger.                It was

a little chilly for this sort of thing, and while the zoo was deserted, I still

felt that if I could coax her to the den, we'd be better off. I slipped my

finger out, getting a reproachful looked from her. Her sister, Mango (my

nickname...sorry) came over and sniffed my finger before sniffing her sister. I

think she got the idea what was going on. They both followed me to the den,

which in reality was a shelter we had built for them. It was my design, and

though a bit lame now that I think back on it, it was far better than the

typical privacy spot, which in this day and age was pretty much non-existent. Animals

were meant to be only display for the public. That's how they made money.                It was

however cramped in regards to height.  It

took me a moment to get my pants off. Thankfully it wasn't that cold outside,

just chilly. I kicked off my shoes, leaving my socks on, and pulled off my

pants and underwear. Both of them looked at me like I was crazy or something,

but then I didn't figure that there was any way of explaining human foibles to

them. They would get what they wanted soon enough.                Salsa

waited patiently, while her sister ran in and out of the den with nervous

energy. I got up on my knees, crouching low to avoid banging my head on the

ceiling. Trust me; if I had known I was going to be doing something like this

even once, I would have made it higher. But she was cooperative, and while it

took me a moment or two to get into a position I could hold for any length of

time, she stood there and waited.                My

finger told me she was going to be a tight fit. But then again, canines had

knots, so if she could tolerate one of those, I was pretty sure she could take

me. I spit on my palm and rubbed it over the end of my cock before pressing it

against her hole. Her tail went up and her long legs stiffened as I pressed

against it. It took several feverish moments before even the head of it made it

inside. She was all squirmy by this time, thinking perhaps that I was just

toying with her. There was no point in trying to explain to her the difference

in my anatomy compared to her future potential mate.                Once my

head was in, the rest followed, but only very slowly. She was tightening up as

I pushed, and this incredibly sensuous feeling was also slowing down my

progress. But, after much persistence, I finally had my belly pressed up tight

against her backside. She was pressing down hard; like she needed to. There

hardly room for me as it was, much less her needing to make it even more

cramped and cozy.                This

would have been easier if my back wasn't bent over like the Hunchback of Notre

Dame, but I made do.  I dug my fingers

into her soft red fur and held her still while I tried moving. Sadly; or not;

at first her whole body moved when I did. She was that snug. But as time went

on, and her lubrication increased, I was able to start sliding inside, and

after probably ten minutes, I was able to go a full five or six inches with

each measured thrust.                That

made this a whole lot more fun.                Salsa

was obviously enjoying it too, from the way she was holding stock still. But

then, I knew it was a hormonal thing. Unlike my little bonobo girl I told you

about, most animals were only receptive during their estrus.  So I figured I had maybe a week before they

were out of it again. Chances were good this would be my only opportunity of

doing this with them.                I

played the pile driver on her backside for maybe another twenty minutes. I

think I would have blown sooner, but the cramped space of the den was giving me

fits. Of course, by now, I was working up a sweat. I shifted my hold on her to

her hips and let loose.                I could

feel the ridge of bone on the underside of her vagina rubbing my cock most

wonderfully. By the time I came, I was very nearly raping the poor thing, but

she seemed to accept it as part of the ritual. That ridge, on each outward

pull, was milking my cock of everything it had. I kept going, filling her up

with everything my balls had to give. And when I was done, I just held on to

her, savoring the feel of her warm body.                 When I

did pull out finally she whipped around and chased her tail for a moment before

settling down to lick her crotch. Hormones or not, I had probably stretched the

poor girl out more than nature had intended. I almost felt bad, but a quick

inspection on my part showed that she had suffered no tears or rips. She was

just feeling the burn at that moment. Things would eventually settle down.                I lay

back on the floor of the den and sucked in some air, at the same time

stretching my back. It was amazing both how kinked it had gotten, and that I

had been able to ignore the ache during my tryst with her. Now it was time to

loosen it up, otherwise I was going to be sorry.                As I

was laying there, Mango came over and sniffed my cock, and then began to

happily lick it clean. I was so sensitive I nearly stopped her, but I tuned her

out a little and was able to bear it. I know that sounds weird, but that's the

truth.                My cock

didn't get the message about ignoring her, however, and in no time I was plenty

hard again. My back was still tight, but I figured I could sneak some pills

from the medicine cabinet and sleep it off.                I

grabbed her tail and gave it a little yank. "So you want your turn do ya?" She

made a little yawn and lifted her tail once I let go. This time, however, it

wasn't so easy. She seemed to be on the same estrus cycle as her sister, but

her structure was smaller. The point is I could fit inside her.                There

was no way I was going to damage her. That was against what I did as a

veterinarian. But she seemed to be pretty desperate for some action. Remember

the size of their stools, I wondered if her hormonal rage would allow her to

tolerate a different sort of entry.                I

tested the waters by spitting on my thumb and pressing it into her anus. She

moved forward a bit, but then pressed back against the intrusion. I guess that

was my answer. I worked my thumb around gently for a few minutes to loosen her

up, and then pulled it back out; noting thankfully that my thumb came out

clean.                I spit

a huge wad of saliva on my cock and pressed it against her hole. This time she

did let out a yip of sorts, and I guess I don't blame her. I watched as my cock

stretched her ass wide. I doubt she would ever have trouble taking a dump after

I was done with her.                Unlike

her sister's normal hole, Mango's ass took me in rather quickly. Of course, I

was able to penetrate her all the way, and I was soon crammed up against her

tail. I got a hold f her hips and went to work.                Her

back feet where digging into the floor, so I decided to make sure I wasn't

actually hurting her. I let go of her, leaving her free to pull away. She stayed.

I guess it was just sensation overload. So I resumed my grip and went back to

work.                    She had

to tolerate me working over her back door for a while longer than her sister

had had to. It couldn't be helped. My second time around was always longer. In

fact, I finally had to change positions, and while she balked at first, I was

finally able to get her on back, on the floor, and this made it a lot easier

for me. She didn't seem to know what to do in this position, but as I was still

working away, she didn't make a fuss. Her back feet would kick about idly and

spasmodically, but I suffered no more than a few scratches.                I

applied my thumb to her cunt and slipped it in. That got her attention! I could

feel my cock in her ass as I massaged her insides as deeply as I could. When I

finally felt the rise in my balls again, I pulled my thumb out and leaned all

the way over her as I repeatedly penetrated her tail hole. When I finally

spilled forth inside her, she was panting heavily and shaking like a leaf. I

nearly fell on top of her, but I caught myself on my hands                My face

came close to hers, and she slurped a bit wet one on me. "Thanks Mango. I liked

it too."                We had

a few more days, or rather nights of this, but they came out of heat within a

week, as I had predicted. I never got a chance to play with them again, and a

few months later that were transferred back to their breeding program. No one

at the other zoo was any the wiser that the girls had already been broken in. I

only hoped that their new mates would meet the high standards I had set for

them.