2 comments/ 68176 views/ 8 favorites At the Zoo By: Decayed Angel I'm not sure exactly why I'm telling you this... I mean, I'm odd, you know that, if I wasn't I wouldn't be talking to you. Well sure, I'd talk to you otherwise, but not under these circumstances. No, no... I do consider you a friend, a damn good friend, it's just... well, I don't really talk about this with anyone. I haven't talked about this with anyone other than you and well, I haven't really told you, not really. At least not yet... Recording? You want to record this? Well, I'm not so sure, I mean... It just all seems so formal that way and uh... I thought this was just an inquiry. Yeah, I understand I could lose my job, or take a pay cut or something else, but... You really think a recording is necessary. Okay, yeah I see what you mean, in a way it protects me too. I just thought that things, here especially, would be a bit less formal, I mean you're not a policeman, I'm not under arrest. I know it's serious, especially for a zoo worker, but damn, I mean it's not like... well it is like... bestiality? You know it's not like that, not really, I mean, this is Mars and things are a little different here, at least since the diaspora. I understand we are the new center of civilization and that Earth's pretty much gone feral, but still... Back to the point? Yeah, okay, back to the point. The point is, I like my job here, I like caring and feeding the animals, especially the Earth species. Yeah they can be dangerous if you're not careful, but I mean those things from Epsilon Two... okay, okay, those creatures from Epsilon Two, they exhale chlorine. At least I can breathe the same air as the Earth animals. Yes, I worked primarily with the primates, and yes I enjoyed... enjoy it, who of us doesn't. Watch them? Of course, I watch them... oh you mean, well yeah I watch them mate, I mean who doesn't. It's all so raw, animal. That's right, nothing like us, but then... well I mean we've gotten so disease conscious that, well hell you're barely finished fucking and your girlfriend is up "sanitizing." I mean we don't even touch anymore, at least not bare skin. I don't care how realistic sensi-skin is, I wonder sometimes if she is real or not, how would you no, sensi-skin, derma-vaginas, proto-cocks and yeah, the hyper-orgasm. Altered consciousness my ass, why not just cattle prod yourself when you come... Okay, okay, just the relevant facts. Yes I watch the primates mate and yes I find it arousing, but as you know, pretty much everyone, even the females here often find a dark corner and get off watching the show. Yes, yes... I am not proud of it, but yes, I did carry it further. It's like this, well the one in block 27, yes that's right, except it's the hairy one. Anyway, I had been watching her for a long time, she was different from the other animals, or at least she seemed to. She seemed to understand when I spoke to her, more than the others, I mean she would respond to conversations I was having with the other zookeepers. No, not talk, but is was as if she knew exactly what we were saying, she even seemed to laugh at some of the jokes... the funny ones at least. Yeah, I know we are talking primate here, but I tell you, she understood, or at least that's the way it seemed. I know, I know they are good at mimicking us, but this seemed like so much more. Anyway, once, during feeding time I found myself alone in one of the den areas with her and in spite of regulations I didn't immediately call for a second, I mean she is not very big or strong. I know regulations are important and I know the primates are deceptively strong and unpredictable, but I just thought everything would be okay. I had prepared her food, but she didn't seem interested in it, she was waiting for the chocolate. The chocolate? Yes, they all seem to enjoy it, so I carry some with me and give them a treat whenever I can. Anyway she was waiting for the treat, anxiously waiting. I found that the chocolate bar had melted a bit and as I tried to open it, it smeared all over my fingers. I showed her my hand as an explanation why I didn't have any to give her and she jumped at me, grabbing my hand and sucking on my fingers. Well, seeing what she did, and the sensation I was feeling as she licked and sucked my fingers I got a very perverse idea. While she was eating the chocolate from the fingers of my left hand, I carefully pulled my cock out of my pants and liberally coated it with chocolate and then, well... let her clean off my cock. The feeling was incredible, think about it, no prophylactic, no vis-a-hex scrub down, just my cock and the primate's tongue and mouth. The women here don't do that, not in several years, but there I was watching my cock slipping in and out of the mouth. Close as I was to orgasm in just the brief time it took to clean the last bit of chocolate from my cock, she pulled away and looked at me oddly. It was as if she was beckoning me to follow her. She moved over to the table I had rolled in, carefully removed the dishes from the top and then, turning her back to me, she bent over, spreading her legs wide apart and exposing her sex to me. It was frightening and exciting all at the same time, I mean, her licking the chocolate off my cock was one thing, but here, here it was. It was a bit difficult to make out the folds of her cunt with all the hair and all, but it was that hair that made it all that more exciting and well... I gave in. I grabbed her hips and pushed my cock deep into her. Immediately I felt it, I felt it all, the warmth, the wetness, damn, so wet, the softness, the... the... the pure pleasure of it all. As I pumped my cock in and out of her, I could feel her hand reaching up to stroke my balls while she also pleasured herself. Just as I felt myself building to climax, I heard her moan and I felt her insides begin to squeeze my cock tightly then releasing. It happened again and again, until I came. I spurted my come deep inside her, not into a condom, not across some sterile dental dam, but deep into her pussy. I tell you, it was amazing. When we finished, I cleaned myself up and worked on getting the rolling table put back together. In the meantime, she settled onto a nearby ledge and, with her legs spread wide open, she continued to masturbate herself, fully aware, in fact it seems because of the fact I was watching her. She groaned loudly as her fingers moved over her hairy pussy and the clit that protruded beyond her short fur. She came again as I turned and pushed the table away. That was pretty much it, at least for that first time. Yes, I know it's wrong, but hell, they're primates, they not so much different... Wait, who are these... handcuffs? What the fuck, you said... no. You said no police, it was a zoo matter. But no... it wasn't all that bad. Yeah I lose my job maybe, but jail, fuck. Please... you can't do this. Please don't let them take me. Official note: The recording ended as the suspect was removed by police. We had originally wanted to keep this within the confines of the zoo, but while the authorities were not prepared to pursue the action on the bestiality charges, once it became known that the suspect had impregnated the human female primate in block 27 they had to be contacted. Once the fertilization of the Earth human female's eggs by the Mars human male occurred, interplanetary law was broken. Apparently a bit of bestiality between the zookeepers and the animals are okay, but once the DNA intermingles between creatures of different planetary origins the law is firm and unforgiving. At The Zoo: Nonfiction A couple of weeks ago I went to the zoo in Golden Gate Park. I was in the Pachyderm House, which is a very large building which houses very large animals having lots of skin; mostly gray and all huge. In the middle is a large floor area for visitors, and the animals are arranged around the edges. No bars, just sort of a ditch and railing to separate critters from spectators, and the ceiling is about forty feet high. The hippopotami were hanging out like they usually do; mostly sub aqua, with their mouths open and huge in case some kid wanted to toss something edible in there. Finally, this critter heaved itself slowly out of the water onto dry land. It was about the size of a delivery van with four flat tires and rounded at the edges. Its color was an unrelieved gray, and it was extremely PACHY. Boy, was that thing ever pachy! It was so pachy that I'm sure it weighed a lot more more than the aforementioned delivery van. After all, delivery vans have lots of empty space in there which weighs hardly anything. Hippeaux, on the other hand, are not known for having cargo holds or other varieties of void. The only noticeable topographic features consisted of two tiny ears, dorsal and towards the anterior extremity. Those ears looked incongrous on that monster. It's like the Creator finished the hippo and thought, "Damn, forgot the ears. Well, I have these ears left over from that Lesser Horned Dingbat project that never worked out. They'll have to do." The hippo grunted mightily a few times then turned its back to myself and the few other spectators on hand. I was presented a view of what must be one of the larger asses in the animal kingdom. It must have been six feet wide, wet from the recent immersion in water, and extremely ...... well, assy. Atop this monumental derriere was a little tail with a silly looking tuft of hair on the end. The tail looked small, but that's only because it was attached so something as brobdingnagian as that hippo. It was probably more than a foot long and as big around as my arm, but it looked small and silly adorning the dorsoposterior aspect of that leviathan Well, there I was, staring at the mountainous backside of that hippopotamus. I was beginning to think that the act of arising from the water and standing on dry ground was all the creature did for the afternoon show. I was thinking of wandering over to the other side of the Pachyderm House to check out the elephants. It's a good thing I hung around for a while, though, because what happened next was worth the price of admission. Remember that little tail with the tuft of hair that I mentioned? Well, I didn't put that in there just for general interest. In fact, that tail became a major player in the drama that was about to unfold. First, the tail stiffened and stuck straight out from the butt of that hippo. Then it started to slowly rotate. The spin was about a horizontal axis, meaning that it looked sort of like a slow moving propeller attached to the backside of the animal. As the tail kept rotating faster and faster, I couldn't see any reason for it to be doing so. The only thing that came to mind was that it might be using it to fan up some breeze for cooling the rather large, gray anus which was mounted immediately below. The rotational period of that whirling appendage finally leveled off at approximately 100 rpm, a gray blur. This is only a guess, of course, but I considered it quite a feat for an animal so large to get any portion of its anatomy up to a speed like that. As I moved closer for a better look, that huge anus unpuckered, opened, and there was a low whooshing noise as gas was expelled. At this point, it may be wise to point out that hippos are herbivores. As such, they have a very large percentage of bulk in their diet. This bulk consists of undigestible portions of plants such as stems, branches, and leaves. In the zoo environment, this is supplemented by peanuts, ice cream, paper cups, etc. which are thrown into their open mouths by small boys. Suffice it to say that your basic hippo seldom needs fiber supplements, and the amount of bulk in its diet provides for fecal matter on a heroic scale. As I watched in fascination, a turd of approximately five pounds was forcibly expelled from that big gray anus, directly into the path of that whirling tail. With a 'ffrrruuuttttterrrrmmmmppppp' sound, the spinning tail finely divided that wad of dung and hurled it in all directions. Since the tail was spinning in a vertical plane, the dung was flung in a correspondingly vertical spray pattern. E.g. in all directions except towards the main bulk of the hippo or backwards to where I was standing. I thought this to be fortunate. This process continued, in units of five to ten pounds, until something on the order of 100 pounds of hippo dung had been slung over an area about eighty feet across. The effluent never reached that 40 foot ceiling, but it didn't miss by much. The much relieved pachyderm turned, gave a mighty yawn, returned to the water, and sank out of sight. It occured to me that the entire performance was a statement by the hippo of what he thought of the spectators in particular and humankind in general. The only spectators remaining nearby were myself and a group of 7-12 year old boys. The girls and more fastidious adults had retreated to the other end of the building. During the performance, the boys cheered the animal on with, "Whoa, cool." "Wow." "Go for it, hippo." When it was over, and boys and I knew we had witnessed something unusual and wonderful. We were so fortunate to be in the right place at the right time for a once in a lifetime event. I wished I could have seen it when I was in junior high so I could have written an essay about it for Sister Roberta.