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 Ok, so the same zoo that had Polly displayed

one other oddity, and she too was on my list of girls to do. Unlike the tapir

this female was tall and leggy; but the thing that put her on par with her

rival was that she was another normally shy, retiring animal.

The zoo had an okapi. I always

liked the species in part because in the earlier days of my career, you simply

didn't see them. Now I know of several zoos that keep them, but back in the

day, they were a rarity, just like the tapir. It was always lions and tigers

and bears.

Oh my.

So what is an okapi? I have heard a

few people over the years disparage the poor creature, saying it was nothing

more than a mismatched amalgamation of several different creatures, but I like

to think that it is a suitably unique and beautiful animal. Ascribing its looks

to a child's drawing is just rude.

Okapis, if you are unfamiliar with

them, do look like God took his leftover parts and threw them together.  The legs seem to belong to a zebra, with

their black and white stripes. The flanks are brownish running to black, and

the head, fading to white around the cheeks, seems more akin to that of a

giraffe or a donkey.

In size, they are more formidably

built than a lot of mammals, and yet far smaller in their dimensions than the

largest of the warm blooded creatures. I would put them equal to the equines in

that department. Overall they aren't as large, only reaching up to 800 pounds.

They can stand upwards to six feet at the shoulder, so making it with one takes

a little ingenuity. Then again, it was nothing a sturdy crate couldn't cure.

That is to say, if the girl could be coaxed into dallying a little. I had a

feeling that a lot of these penned up wild animals were a little pent up in

their needs. Food, water and shelter only went so far to satisfy the cravings

nature inflicted on them.

A sure sign of boredom and a dull

daily routine is evident in the well worn paths a lot of these animals leave as

they pace the perimeters of their pens and she was no different. To some degree

this couldn't be helped, but it still made me sad whenever I saw it. In wolves

it can be blamed in part on their natural habit of protecting their borders,

but in an herbivore it meant sheer boredom.  Zoos only have so much space for their

animals. It was going to be up to me to infuse some new life into her and cure

her blues.

Unlike the tapir, this girl's

enclosure was far easier to access. Like I've mentioned before, zoos sometimes

built displays for one animal, and after it expired, were pressed to use it for

something else. In this case, the back of it had one of those fake stone walls

that climbed up about thirty feet in the rear, and was then detailed with

shrubs and plants to make it look "real". Yeah, they never did look natural despite

their best attempts. Still, I guess it was better than plain concrete.

My point in this observation was

the obvious flaw in the design, which made climbing into the pen easy, assuming

one could get to the top. A quick investigation into the rear showed a locked

access door and a built in utility ladder. Not something I would have done, but

back then people were more trusting and generally deserving of it such faith.

The ladder led to the top of the wall and a small ledge. I wasn't too sure what

it had been for, but it suited me perfectly at the moment.

I wasn't sure how she was going to

take to a stranger dropping in on her, but I figured I'd play it by ear. All

the stories you've heard from me have been what I would call successes, so you

probably think that everything always went my way. That's not true, but why

tell you a disappointing tale about how things went wrong? There's no fun in

that for either of us.

When facing a unknown, it is always

best to have a plan. Food is always advisable when approaching a timid lady,

and since there was a sleeping spot for her away from viewing, all I needed to

do was coerce her into it and hope for the best, just like before. The fruits

were in a worn but tough old crate straight from a local producer. I hoisted it

up with a rope, and once I was at the top, lowered down the other side. I tied

off the rope and climbed down. The noise wasn't much, but it was enough to

pique her curiosity. She was waiting when I hit the ground.

She was giving me a quizzical look;

not showing any fear, but remaining equally wary. I was an intruder into her

domain and despite the gift of apples, she was sizing me up. I stuck my hand

out to her nose and she sniffed it delicately. Then that remarkable long,

prehensile-like tongue snaked out and licked it.

It was warm and wet and it gave me

an idea. To be totally honest, her tongue was longer than my cock. I could only

imagine teaching a couple of these girls to give each other a little loving on

their own, if there had been two of them around of course. I have a feeling

they would have scandalized the visitors on a regular basis with their sexual

antics.

I handed her an apple and while she

was busy with that, I dropped my clothing and tossed it in a corner under a

bush. Grabbing the crate I walked over to her sleeping quarters and she

followed with that unusual giraffe-like gate they had. Her head was above mine,

but her supple neck easily craned down to investigate me and my gifts.

I dug my fingers into one of the

red skinned orbs and let the juice drip onto my cock. That tongue lashed out

and was quick to remove every last drop. I pulped the apple until it was dry.

Me, well I was getting pretty worked up with that slippery glossa having its

way with me. If there had been some way of making her continue I would have

done it in a heartbeat.  As it was, I

went through one more apple before reluctantly giving it up. I knew there was

something better waiting for me.

The object of my desire was a

darker slash traversing her dark rump and thus I had to move. I left her front

end with the remaining apples and move carefully along her flanks, patting her

as I went. I didn't want her startled when I started poking around in her rear.

I gently grabbed her swinging tail

and held it still while I probed around with my free hand. She hardly moved

when my questing fingers pried her open. She was obviously used to the vets

poking around her. My finger tips found that she was plenty moist; enough for

me to easily get inside her with no additional help. The next step was

positioning the crate and hoping for the best. A girl this size was something

that had to be handled on her terms. If she wasn't up for it, nothing I could

do was going to convince her to hold still.

As it turned out, she proved to be

a little skittish at my odd position at her butt. I tried to calm her down with

a little petting, scratching across her rump with my nails and trying to find

any itchy spots. Nothing can make you friends with an animal faster, outside of

food, than finding those spots they can't itch themselves. I worked over the

root of her tail and she immediately started to shift back and forth, arching

up into my fingers.

So far, so good. I scratched her

until a little pile of dried skin wafted down to the ground. Despite her good

health, any animal tended to develop areas of dryness, and right now she was

all about getting some relief. Now if I could just convince her to get some much

needed attention to her non-dry areas.

I took my other hand and worked it

back inside her, tickling her tissues as gently as possible. The combined

attentions to her backside seemed to placate her, enough for me to really get

in as deep as my fingers could go.

She was lubing up nicely, though

whether it was a conscious thing on her part or just her body's reaction to the

prodding I couldn't say. I believe I've mentioned before that back in the older

days such matters as animal sexuality weren't a topic for discussion or

investigation even among most sceintists. People applied human morality to the

issue and therefore found any curiosity into their mating habits to be nothing

short of voyeurism.  Heck, just recently

I was reading about Captain Scott's expedition to Antarctica in 1912 where he

witnessed all sorts of bizarre behavior among the Adele penguins. They did

everything from necrophilia to homosexuality and rape. His notes were

considered so shocking that they received only limited publication at the time.

Anyway, getting back on topic, this

girl was coming around nicely. I don't think she had ever had any sexual

advances, not from her kind and certainly not from mine. While I was pretty

certain I wasn't the only guy doing stuff like this, the number still had to be

pretty damn low.

The longer I played the more

receptive she got. I spent a good twenty minutes fingering her, getting her

wetter and wetter. I stopped only when she was dripping from her production of

love juice. If she wasn't ready now, she would never be.

The empty crate made a quick change

of locations as I grabbed it from her front and placed it behind her. I stepped

up on it, wiggled a moment to make sure it was fairly secure, and when properly

convinced it was, dived in for a little fun.

I lifted her tail out of the way

and pushed in. My cock slid in easily, meeting no resistance whatsoever. And

best of all, she held still for me. The only thing she did was turn her head

back and stare at me as I started to pound away on her backside. She flared her

nostrils and snorted at my audacity, but otherwise declined to react.

I was fine with that. I doubted

that I had the length and size comparable to what a male could offer, so just

like with the tapir I could do pretty much what I wanted. There was no way I

could do her any harm. A small stallion probably could have done her without

her suffering in any way, though that scenario wasn't ever likely to happen.

Still, I wondered what it would look like. I had heard stories from a few

fellow zoo vets about some of the strange partnerships forced cohabitation had

created. In my case, it wasn't ever forced. I loved every minute of it.

This okapi girl was everything I

figured she was going to be when I first laid eyes on her. She was strong and

remained an immobile lover during the course of the evening. Once I got going

she seemed to relax and go with what I was doing. It wasn't until a day or two

later that I learned she was only about two years old, of breeding age, but

definitely without any experience. It was much later still that I discovered

that males of her kind lasted less than a minute, often going for half that

time. Even with multiple matings, that didn't add up to much. And the girls,

once sexually mature, would go into estrus about every two weeks. So this girl

just might be riding the high tide of hormones at the moment. I wasn't about to

drown my opportunity by not taking full advantage of it.

I fucked her hard. Just like Polly,

I took this girl with all my might and still could have poured on the power

without her taking harm or insult at my actions. I think a lot of females in

the animal kingdom were getting gypped when it came to sex, but I wasn't the

divine planner who came up with all of these arcane rules. Some animals did it for

long periods and others got it over with quickly. Us humans, we seemed to have

to whole thing wrapped up nicely in regards to variety and staying power.

 I'd say I was tops when it came to the variety

part. I doubt any other human has had as many different partners as I have had.

Everyone was is impressed upon my memory like acid on glass.

I nailed her hole for a good twenty

minutes before I cut loose the first time. The crate was rocking back and forth,

working itself into the dirt as my momentum and weight drove it into the

ground. My grip on her flanks as the only thing keeping me tight against her as

my hips moved with blurring speed.

My grunts were quite audible as I

finished off inside her, my breaths coming in rasping gasps. I sucked in air to

fuel my tiring muscles, resting just long enough to clear my head. Then it was

back to pounding away. This second time I slowed it down a little, intent of

getting a good feel for her insides. While it can be said that one vagina was

just like another, the fact is they varied not only in their general

dimensions, but in their structure and general construction.

An okapi's is very much like an

equine's, and yet they were subtly different. An equine can express a lot of

feeling in their holes, with their winking and a fairly strong orgasmic

response. An okapi can only manage a dim reflection of that, probably because

they rarely got a chance to have sex long enough to express it. But I could

feel her responding to my abuse (such as it was) and her walls gently and

rhythmically began to contract in time with my prodding.

It was a wonderful feeling, for she

was a little loose for what I had to give; not unusual considering her size. A

juvenile half her height would have been perfect, and also probably an

impossibility in finding anywhere around. I knew enough to be content with what

I had in front of me. So the mild little convulsive squeezes were a pleasant

and unexpected bonus to our little bit of fun. I slowed down even more in an

effort to gain the full sensory experience of her tender and willing flesh.

I even stopped at one point as her

body began to tremble a little. We had already been going far longer than she

and her male counterpart would have been going, so it seemed likely that I was

pushing the right buttons. Just for fun, I ran my thumb along my buried cock

and worked up a load of lube and carefully pushed it into her ass. She didn't

even flinch as I ran it around her sphincter until it was loosened up. Having

fucked Polly (the tapir) that way had given me the idea to do this girl the

same way, though sadly, it wasn't likely to be. A taller crate might have

worked, but I didn't have any but the one I had brought.

I had to be content with rubbing

the inside of her ass with my thumb, something which seemed to delight her even

more than my cock in her cunt. I'm telling you, a lot of animals seemed to

derive as much pleasure form the back door as they did the proper route. I can

only guess it was as much an evolutionary response to the occasional and

accidental intrusion into the hole during normal mating as it was anything. Any

female who could take it and still hang around for the real thing had an

advantage over those who didn't. And we all know how bad males can be at

hitting the mark.

I joined that thumb with my other

one, since I didn't need to hold myself still while I worked. I soon had her

ass spreadable and relaxed. I so wanted to hit it, but my perch on the crate

was a little precarious, and it had sunk an inch or too into the soft dirt

floor of her sleeping area. So I continued to massage her until the inevitable

happened.

She collapsed.

I doubt that in the history of the

species a female had ever had all of the buttons pushed at once, but like those

finger puppet toys made of string and beads, all at once the tension when out

of her body and she fell to the floor in a twitchy mess.

I was left standing there stunned

and nearly knocked off my own feet. It freaked me out for a moment until I saw

her vibrating like one of those old football games. She hauled herself upright

onto her knees and sat there panting like an overheated dog.

I hardly skipped a beat. I got down

behind her and pushed into her ass with a grunt. It was a little slice of

heaven. Not only was it tighter, it was as well lubricated as her cunt. As I

got into position and started to slam away, I could feel my balls slapping her

other hole, and her the sound of flesh striking flesh quite well within the

confines of her area.

Let's just say that for the next

half an hour, I bored her out, reamed her good and screwed her until she was

probably going to be walking funny. And the whole damn time she just held still

and didn't move. What she did do was grunt, not in time to my thrusts, but a

constant, low throaty sound that was unlike anything I had ever heard before or

since. It was almost like that of a calf looking for its mother, only much

deeper and throatier.

I kept at it until my knees began

to burn from holding the slightly squatty position I had to maintain in order

to be level with her rear end. Her tail hairs tickled my chin from time to time

as it swept across my chest like some oddly animated metronome.  It merely sent shivers up my spine, which in

turn triggered another orgasm inside me.

I felt it boil up from deep within,

build up with uncomfortable pressure until it came raging forth like a diesel

locomotive. With a final burst of energy I leaned into what I was going and

rammed it in hard as I slammed against her rump for all I was worth. When my

balls cut loose it was with a satisfying release of cum that made my frame

shake from my head to my toes.

I lay there panting again, barely

able to move and even less willing to try. My knees didn't want to support my

so I had to succumb to gravity. I slid out and ended up kneeing on the dirt

behind her. I patted her flanks and then rubbed them lovingly.

"Not bad girl, not bad at all."

When I finally managed to stand, I

moved around to her front to make sure she was doing alright. She eyed me

curiously, perhaps to say, is that it?,

and leaned her head out towards me. I instinctively grabbed her ears to rub

them when her tongue came out and began licking my crotch. The sensation was

like electricity and I'll tell you know, I wish I had had it in me to hold out

to another climax. As it was, I could only take a few minutes of it before I

pulled away. It was just too much to take after fucking her twice.

I grabbed the crate, stepped

outside and got my clothing back on. She followed me like a little puppy. I

would have laughed out loud if I had thought it advisable, but remember, there

was a guard and he might just actually be doing his duty. So instead I stifled

it and caressed her nose and quietly told her what a wonderful little lady she

was. As it was, I had to fight off that incredible tongue of hers. In the end,

more to satisfy me than her, I told her that if she was patient I might have

time to drop in the next evening. I was pushing my luck making such a decision,

but this place was pretty quiet at night.

And I kept my word. I might have

gone back and done Polly, but her enclosure was a little trickier to get into,

while this girl's was relatively easy. We changed up how we did things though,

and I apologize for not taking the time to elaborate. Let's just say that I

tried a few other things over the course of the next evening in an attempt to

not duplicate what we had done before. There seemed to be little point in

repeating myself.

I didn't want to be accused of

being an o-copycat kind of lover...

Sorry.

I couldn't resist.