Story by Custos
(Original posting 11 February 2018 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Standalone: Generational Knowledge

Little Zoë has been crying and whimpering for a solid twenty minutes now, her father clutching her to his chest and trying to soothe her as he looks at the gawking faces through the glass. Today’s visitors are just as ugly as they were yesterday, pointing at him and his kin from behind the transparant barrier and making faces, laughing and squealing.

The monkey father turns his face down to his daughter and hushes her, dipping his finger down between her legs in an attempt to soothe her. This seems to work for a little while, the small monkey girl humming and cooing at her father’s intimate touch, wriggling in the cradle of his arms. Mungo, as the father was named by the zoo, looks around for his mate but notices she still hasn’t returned to the enclosure after being taken by one of the zookeepers. They occasionally do that with each of them to check if they’re alright, but everyone always comes back within a day or two. However, little Zoë is hungry and she needs her mother’s breast.

Mungo’s firstborn son is sitting nearby, the boy being a little older as he was born from another female, keeping an eye on his father and his rather noisy new sibling. He was named Kong by the zookeepers.

Suddenly the enclosure hatch for food opens and a baby bottle is visible standing there, Mungo immediately recognising the object since the zookeepers have raised him with one and occasionally feed Zoë with one too. He grunts at his son, nudging his head towards the hatch as the little boy turns his head, understanding what his father wants.

Kong rushes towards the baby bottle, picking it up and returning to his father. However, being a little jealous of all the attention given to his little sister, the boy doesn’t immediately give the bottle to his dad, grinning as he ooks in defiance. Mungo isn’t amused, grunting and baring his teeth as he reaches his hand towards his son, Zoë beginning to start whimpering again despite her father’s diddling finger between her plump swollen pussy lips.

The little monkey boy ooks a little still, frightened by his father’s aggressive stance as he tosses the bottle towards the larger primate. Mungo tries to catch it but the bottle bounces out of his hands and onto the floor between his feet, popping open and spilling the mother milk Mungo’s mate provided. Mungo snarls, picking up the bottle and trying to fit the rubber teat back in place. Alas, the contents is gone and spilled, unable to nurture Zoë’s hunger.

The scent of his mate’s milk penetrates Mungo’s nostrils, the monkey’s penis giving a twitch as it slowly grows harder, pulsing up and down with each beat of his heart. The faces behind the glass are laughing and fingers are pointing, some of the older humans shielding their children’s eyes or moving them away from the glass.

Mungo unabashedly reaches down and fondles his thick shaft, masturbating as he bounces his little girl up and down in his arm in an attempt to soothe her. He huffs at his son again, his nostrils flaring in anger at Kong’s defiance. Kong knows his dad is angry with him, catching his father’s hint as he takes the bottle from him and holds it. The scent of his mother’s essence and his father’s arousal in the air are not ineffective as little Kong’s penis rises to a proud small stiffy in one smooth upwards movement. He rubs his little penis against his feet as he sits between his father’s spread legs, baring his teeth as he cries out in pleasure along with his daddy, keeping a close eye on Mungo’s bouncing balls and dripping shaft.

A grunt from his father is all that the boy needs, holding up the plastic bottle at the virile male’s tip as Mungo finally releases, spurts of thick white gooey semen jetting forth into the container. The adult male snorts and huffs in contentment, he hasn’t been able to have sex with his mate for days since Zoë was born. And when females are in short supply, he has learned as a child how the men could fill the gap and provide nourishment for the little ones too.

Finally, after the last drop hits the goop inside the bottle, the little monkey lifts it away from his father’s bulbous helmet. Kong sniffs the opening, his little penis twitching and eliciting more muffled laughter and screams from the humans behind the glass.

The rubber teat is fitted back onto the bottle and given to Mungo’s now free hand, the monkey snorting approvingly at his son as the little boy stands nearby. The father monkey surprisingly doesn’t offer the rubber tip to his daughter’s mouth but rather to her ‘mouth’ more south, gently wedging it between her plump folds and squeezing the bottle to force the first spurt of semen into her tiny pussy. His father before him had taught him that all holes on a newborn are hungry and one should feed them all.

Zoë mumbles and coos in pleasure and hunger, wriggling in the cradle of her father’s arm as Kong offers her his finger as a pacifier, the newborn baby monkey quickly latching on and suckling. The boy is looking at his sister’s pussy with wide eyes, his father smirking and huffing at his son, teaching him the lesson his father taught him. A lesson Kong won’t forget, his little penis twitching in anticipation of one day offering its contribution to the little ones of his tribe.