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               Speaking of dangerous animals, the

zoo also had one of the few open spaces for African lions at the time. While a

lot of zoos still had iron bars and cramped quarters for their predators, we

had just opened up a sizable area, complete with moat and high fences, for our

six females and two males. It was designed to look a little like the Serengeti,

though I doubt the creator of it ever stepped foot in Africa. Then again

neither had any of our guests, so I doubt anyone noticed the discrepancies.

                The

initial pride had been established prior to my arrival. It was comprised of

cubs from other zoos, making for a mixed female population. The sole male was a

brother to one of the ladies, and they came as a set. They weren't tiny when

they arrived, but half grown handfuls of energy. I heard stories of their initial

arrival and of their mischievous nature. Some were so hilarious that they set

me into uproarious laughter.

                It was

the start of a breeding program that never got off the ground. The reason was

simple, and I found it out after I got there. The male, who we nicknamed

Clarence after the 1960s movie feline with crossed eyes, was sterile. He was

more than sterile in fact; while he had his testicles and a well developed

cock, his testosterone production was low and his estrogen was at the same

level as a lioness. We have no real way of correcting it.

                It probably

accounted for his sparse mane. Over all in fact, his temperament was mild to

the point of being complacent. I'm not saying the lionesses were a tame lot,

for they weren't. But Clarence, well he was silly boy who loved belly rubs and

hugs. No, seriously. He turned into a cross between a dog and big tabby cat.

The only time he ever hurt anyone was when he tried to hug one of the guys and

ended up knocking him to the ground. The poor handler ended up with a sprained

wrist and a mild concussion.

                That

happened after the replacement male arrived. It was a tricky job getting him

introduced, for the pride wasn't ready to accept a new member without a mixing

period. We took Clarence out and put him in a pen by himself, which he

tolerated well enough. I think he liked the socialization with the lionesses,

even if he wasn't interested in getting busy with them.

                We made

an effort to keep him happy, and he became a star attraction with his well

groomed good looks. He loved to be pampered, and he got a bath once every two

weeks, and is mane was washed and conditioned, and then dried until it was

fluffy. He was one sleek looking specimen, and he learned to roar for the

crowds. He loved to attention. It was amazing how deep his roar was,

considering everything else. On the other hand he was a lion and five hundred

pounds of lion no less. Even a female lion and her roar proved she was nobody's

sissy.

                But

Clarence was. He was a great big pussycat. He was so docile that we often made

the mistake of going in to work with him alone. Thankfully, no one ever paid

for that assurance outside of the afore mentioned incident. Like I said already,

a wild animal in captivity is still a wild animal.

                So what

does this story have to do with my sexual activity with the animals at the zoo?

Well, believe it or not, I made out with Clarence. Yes, the old boy was really

not the typical sort of lover, as we had already found out. He was glad to take

it;  he just wasn't interested in dishing

it out.

                I only

got the idea one day when I was in his cage giving him a two handed belly rub.

He would rumble like an old truck whenever anyone would give him a work over.

It was comical in a sort of fatalistic way to watch him; he was one of the

biggest predators on the planet and here he was rolling around like an

Abyssinian.

                I was

in there giving him some good belly rubbing when I decided to check out his

junk. I already assumed he was sterile, but I was curious as to whether or not

his stuff was functional. With one hand I kept up the friction on his abdomen,

and with the other worked down and examined his balls. They were both good and

solid; fur-covered fluffy eggs tucked up under his shaft.

                His

rumbling increased as I was examining him, so I turned it from professional to

personal. I took both hands and stroked them gently, kneading them between my

fingers. I thought he was going to die! He turned into a puddle on the floor of

the cage with his legs spread wide and his tongue lolling out. I played with

them for a while, watching him drool from his open mouth as I massaged them thoroughly

 before moving to stroking his sheath.

                I could

feel his cock within, but no manner of tactile stimulation was able to coax it

out. It was just like the poor boy was a female with balls and a useless cock.

That train of thought derailed as I went to a slightly different one. I took my

fingers and began rubbing his anus. His feet began kicking in the air. I got a

hard-on right away. I almost dropped my pants right then and there before coming

to my senses. It was daylight, and there were too damn many people milling

about. On the other hand, I suppose it would have made for a show they wouldn't

soon forget.

                Clarence

growled in disappoint when I got up to leave. He jumped up and pinned me

against the cage and started licking my face. God he was fucking big! You try

supporting nearly five hundred pounds on your shoulders while the owner of

those pounds licked your face, trying to seduce you into doing more play time.

                I

finally got him down and rubbed his head. "Look fellow, I'll be back tonight.

Just be as agreeable then as you are now and we'll get along fabulously."  I went back to the clinic and got some lube

and lay down on the bed to stroke off. I was so fucking horny it was

unbelievable. I had never considered the possibility of fucking a lion in the

ass and now I was going to be doing just that. My tiger girl I had considered to

be a once in a lifetime chance, but Clarence looked like he would take it

anytime I wanted it.

                It

didn't take long for me to blow a load, thinking about how sweet that big

pussycat's back door was going to be. I got cleaned up and dressed just in

time, for one of my assistants was looking for me. She probably wondered about

the silly, dreamy look on my face, but I said nothing and thankfully she never

asked.

                That

evening I was out to his cage as soon as I could. I came dressed this time, for

despite feeling that I felt I was in little danger, it seemed to me to be

practical to have them handy. Sure, he might lick me to death, but I doubted

it'd come to that. I started by giving him a good scratching around the ears,

and when he tired of that and flopped on the floor, I worked his sides until he

rolled over on his back. He had his feet tucked in, and he appeared very

comical the way he looked like an oversized tabby.

                I got

undressed and put everything in a neat pile. I didn't know when I might have to

vacate, so my preparation was well founded. I got behind him, and with a knee

on either side of his tail, I went to work massaging his balls again. He went

almost catatonic, and that's no intended pun. He went limp and relaxed. Drool

was hanging out the side of his mouth. I had a real winner here!

                I

brought lube of course, and dabbed a big glob on his ass, working it in with my

fingers. The rumble from his chest became a thrum as my fingers played with his

tight, fur lined hole. This boy was totally into having his ass played with! As

a vet, I found the idea nonsensical, because back at this time, the general

rule was that the only animals that could be homosexual were humans. Even the

bonobo studies where either lacking or being suppressed.

                It was

obvious that he was enjoying the attention, so it didn't take long for me to up

the ante. After stretching him out enough to make taking my cock fairly

comfortably, I lubed up my quivering erection and pointed it at his hole. I

slipped in and pressed hard until I was resting right against his balls. God he

was hot. The tiger, she had been a touch warmer than a typical human, but he

was, I swear, a few degree warmer still.

                I moved

a little closer to him until there was not an inch of space between us. I

stroked his balls as I began the slow churn on his ass that would eventually

become the fast burn. Through it all he lay there like a comatose puppy. I

changed positions only once, from the kneeling position to lying flat out

across him, in what was essentially a missionary position.

                Let me

tell you, it was pretty intense. Clarence retained his claws and teeth, unlike

his cousin across the way. So if he decided he had enough, he was in a full

position to act upon it. With his present condition however, I was pretty sure

it was going to be a smooth ride. The only muscles he was twitching were a few

in his face and those that worked his paws. Both were twitching at irregular

intervals, like he was dreaming.

                So that

left me stretched out across the most unique mattress ever, one where I could

have my cock deep inside the warm interior while I luxuriated in the soft fur

of the outside. Trust me, I was giving this guy the ultimate belly rub; with my

very own belly! I had my arms up to his chin, giving him a good scratching up

there as the rest of me moved in an undulating way over his lower half. His

purring was vibrating me to the bone.

                I

gripped his sides and using his weight to anchor me, I began to really do a

number on his ass. My hips started smoothly at first, but when I saw that he

was into it, they started bucking more violently. I could feel his balls

tickling my belly, and after about ten minutes of working him over, I felt a

warm spiky rod pressing against me. Damn if his cock hadn't been teased into

coming out!

                Apparently

tickling his prostate had been the tipping point in getting him excited. I

could tell I had more to work with than he did in that catagory, but since I

wasn't about to reverse roles with him, it hardly mattered one way or another.  As it was, his ass muscles were puckered up

around the base of my cock, making for a nice furry wreath around my intruding

flesh. I could go one doing this for infinity.

                When I

came, it was all of the sudden; there was no build up, no climb to the top of

the hill; it just hit me like a ton of bricks. One minute I was contentedly

screwing his ass and the next I let loose with a barrage of sperm into his

depths. I think I was just so thrilled with the experience that I ruined it by

making it end far too swiftly.

                Clarence

didn't seem to notice that I was done and continued to lay there as content as

a pussycat in a sunbeam.  I pressed my

hips against his and vigorously ran my fingers through his fur. His rumbling

was a nonstop feline earthquake. I figured if I could keep myself inside, I'd

eventually get hard again. I was right. After a good ten minutes of rubbing his

sides and rubbing his paws, I was back in business and I think he was in second

heaven. No one ever spent this much time with him at any given time and he was

loving it!

                With me

gaining my second wind, the rest was easy. He was as complaint a lover as any

of the females, and probably even more so than a lot of them. At this rate I could

take him back to the clinic and screw him properly on a bed, if my simple twin

size frame could have handled the weight...which it could not. I think I would

have liked it if we could have. I mean, doing it with a wild animal in the "wild"

was one thing, but taking them out of that environment and placing them in

something more domestic was just an awesome idea.

                I

started up the second round with a slow tempo that accelerated to a crescendo

of epic proportions. I figured if he would take it, I'd dish it out, and the

more I gave, the more he rumbled. I ended up sitting up on my knees, grabbing

his strong back legs and going into a regular slam-fest on his ass. Like with

my tiger girl, I was going to suffer for my effort, because the floor of his

cage was concrete, and it was hard as hell on my knees, but the ole boy was

worth every ounce of pain I might have to endure.

                As the

minutes wore on and my cock grew closer to the trigger point, Clarence began

letting out strange little roars. I mean, they weren't roars, but they could

hardly be called meows either. But as the minutes ticked by and I continued to

harangue his hole, they increased in strength until all at once he tensed up

and roared. It nearly scared the shit out of me until I saw his cum spurting

out and felt his ass clamped down in time with his release.

                That

was good enough for me. I worked him with renewed effort, finally embracing

that wonderful sensation that said an orgasm was on the horizon. I tripped the

trigger and spilt inside him one more time.

                I can

only say this for the finale. It was crazy. I mean, here I was fucking away on

the "king" of the jungle and he was totally into it. In the end, when I pulled

out and collapsed by his flank, he wiggled and turned to lick me in the face.

At least it kept me from falling asleep, which would have been an extremely embarrassing

scenario to find myself in the next day.

                I

gathered my clothing and the lube and prepared to leave. Damn if that ole boy didn't

sit down in front of the gate and keep me from going. After giving him some

plain old loving (scratching and rubbing) he finally relented to let me leave.

I had to admit, it was a notch in my bedpost and a boost to my ego that this

fellow accepted me so well. He was going to be getting visits as often as I

could. The problem was, my harem was getting rather large. I know it sounds

like I'm bragging, but I'm not lion...