****** CeTe's Zoostories 11 - The Redeemers by CeTe ******
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CeTe's Zoostories 11 - The Redeemers


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Bill and Leo redeem needy creatures ant take them to seventh heaven.

Farewell

This is Bill. I lent Chris my hard-earned money, although I had frowned on his
rash request, but I compared it with my insatiable desire for the baboon David
and released him from his debt.

Unexpectedly, my former colleagues at Auckland University offered me an
executing function that I have accepted gladly. Before I say goodbye, I will
tell you what has befallen me last.

Naturally, it occurred in the mating season. Visiting his family to make my
farewells, he was just mounting his younger sister. David saw me, dismounted
her, came to me and presented me his back. I responded his greeting by
delousing him fondly without eating any of them We cuddled each other, and
suddenly, he started sucking my nipple and rubbing his stately balls against
mine.

How odd he behaved, though, instead of keeping perplexed, I gripped my lover's
small dick, began moving his foreskin back and forth. He looked at me hornily.
As David knew how to masturbate, he did the same with my stiffening cock. My
other hand lustfully squeezed his large testicles, while he stroked my head.

In my overwhelming orgasm, I embraced him and kissed him, pushing my soft
tongue deep into his mouth. Romantically, we went on licking each other's
tongue till it was time to part.

My Crucial Test

I am Leonard Landsmann, an ambitious veterinary from Germany. Chris is a
strange guy, isn't he? Right after my arrival here in the no-man's-land, on
Christmas Eve, my helpful friend made me mate with a bonobo, you remember?
Albeit we have nothing in common apart from our belief in God as well as our
care for nature, I like him a lot because I see him as a hazardous adventurer
you can go through thick and thin with.

Yesterday, for instance, I had to check his lion, Caesar, as each other animal
regularly, but the problem was the predators I used to examine in the zoo of
Hamburg had been anesthetized before, and when I reached their Spartan home,
the preyer was awake.

Chris welcomed invitingly, "Hi, Leo, we've already been waiting for you."

Instead of thinking about all danger, I concentrated on my job. Having
scrutinized his sense organs, his respiration, his teeth, his limbs, his skin
and his fur, I palpated Caesar's intestines, approaching his abdomen. I held my
breath while inserting my gloved index finger into his rectum.

Instantaneously, he began growling peaceably. Breathing freely, I gripped his
purse with his testicles that felt honestly seductive, so if I had had more
time... Eventually, however, I pulled back his sheath to look at his penis,
diagnosing his impeccable health.

In actuality, I have overcome my fear, withstood the temptation, passed my
crucial test.

Poetry III

Chris has requested me to translate his three sensual poems into my mother
tongue. I like doing this favor for such a faithful friend as him and send my
cordial greetings to my loving homeland.

Gebrochenes Herz

Dort ist ein Herz
Voller Schmerz,
Das schreit himmelwärts
Bis zum fernen März.

Dieses Herz ist mein
Und mein Schrei gilt dir,
Aber ich weiß nicht, ob du bist in Holstein
Oder im Revier.

Ich entsinne mich der Zeit,
Als ich dir begegnete;
Ich küsste dich, den Blick so weit,
Obschon es regnete.

Ich war im siebten Himmel,
Doch du brachtest mich in Not;
Ich sah dir nach auf deinem Schimmel
Und wünschte, du wärst tot.

Nun bist du fort gleich verglimmenden Kerzen;
Ich bin wieder allein
Mit meinem gebrochenen Herzen.
Komm zurück und lass uns ewig zusammen sein!

Guter Freund

Ein Freund ist jemand,
Der ist wie niemand,
Der versteht dich
Und beschützt dich.

Es ist ein guter Freund,
Wenn er nicht umher streunt,
Sondern dir beisteht an schlechten Tagen,
Dir hilft, deine Bürden zu tragen.

Dein Freund ist die Quelle deiner Kraft,
Deine Brücke, die er schafft,
Dir neue Wege zu bereiten,
Die du mögest dann beschreiten.

Da gibt es Freunde, um zu reden,
So wie es Feinde gibt zu fehden
Und wieder andere zum Verlieben
Bei denen bist du auch geblieben.

Im Grunde ist es einerlei,
Wer es nun auch immer sei,
Denn alles, was zählt ist,
Das ihr euch zu lieben wisst.

Heiße Liebe

Ich bin heiß wie ein Vulkan,
Speie Rauch, Lava sowie Feuer,
Bin bissig wie ein Leguan
Und fauche wie dieses Ungeheuer.

Du must wissen,
Dass du meine Liebe bist.
Ich bin hin- und hergerissen,
Doch du weißt nun, wie es ist.

Für mich bist du ein Engel
Auf einer weißen Wolke;
Ich stehe hier auf einem Stengel,
Der mich trägt zu deinem Himmelsvolke.

Wenn ich beginne,
Deine unsterbliche Seele zu rufen,
Verführen dich deine Sinne,
Dann steigst du herab die göttlichen Stufen.

Ich will dich jetzt und auf die Schnelle,
Denn ich fühle unsere Triebe;
Wir berühren uns noch auf der Stelle
Und machen heiße Liebe.

Lust for Life

I suppose you have just heard of Bill's sad death. When Chris told me about his
old friend's last will, I was quite sorry though I had not met him personally.
As per all that I know of him, my selfless predecessor would have deserved a
better end. May he rest in peace.

In further connection with my bold fellow's sensual wombat combat in the
Australian desert, I remember a lustful encounter three weeks ago. The current
thunderstorm has begun on a cloudy Saturday while I was driving home from a
medical operation in Zimbabwe. Crossing the torrential river Limpopo on a
derelict bridge which was due to break any moment, I saw a young otter laying
lifelessly on the inundated bank. Sorrowfully, I got out of my muddy jeep,
trudged through the lashing rain, picked up the poor creature. Thank God I felt
its small heart beating weakly.

We fought our hard way through the heaving flood till we arrived at my ravaged
lodge. I carried my little charge to a sheltered place and started drying it
gently. Its cute head was hurt, it was bleeding from a long laceration that I
dressed carefully. Subsequently, I examined its whole body but it was a
fortunate animal because it had only a slight concussion.

The strong rain was dashing against the wooden wall, the powerful wind was
whistling over the damaged roof, and I was sitting in the dark corner, the
fainted otter on my safe lap. My sharp eyes were gazing at his brown fur and
his sweet genitals flashing up with each dazzling lightning. At one point, I
could no longer resist his enchanting grace, and my smooth hand commenced
stroking his soft belly down to his flabby balls. I kept caressing them before
I massaged his hairy sheath. As his pretty cock appeared, I lifted him up to my
open mouth and set to suck it passionately. Suddenly, all his moveless muscles
tensed, I tasted his bitter cum, he awoke. Letting him go later, I hoped he
would survive the dangerous deluge.

Much time has gone by, and now you know such things give me the lust for life.

Doing what Needs to Be Done

South Africa was saved, and nearly all industrial nations, even the United
States, were helping rescue the needy Mozambiqueans. I was at the end of my
tether having treated hundreds of wounded animals during the most disastrous
deluge for four decades but when duty called, I did what needed to be done.

Jack Kadoma asked me to check his small herd of ten sturdy buffaloes, dreading
they could have gotten sick by the putrefying carcasses lying around
everyplace. I began examining his precious cattle while the humble farmer went
bringing in his devastated harvest. The medical service was free as the
national park administration had a fair deal with the indigenous inhabitants to
subsidize their existential property whereas they respected the protected
wildlife.

It was a boring job that got far more diverting when I probed their erotic
genitals, measured their large purses' impressing circumference and palpated
their attractive recta.

Barely had I inserted my whole arm into a hefty bull's smeary ass, Julie Kadoma
came begging, "Doctor Landsmann, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what's up?" I agreed.

"Would you neuter a buffalo?"

"Ma'am," I disapproved, imagining the psychological consequence, "I needn't
castrating it any longer because I've a sterilizing medicine with the desired
effect."

"Do it!" she persisted.

The obstinate woman guided me to the tied animal. Not allowed to reject, I
pricked the anesthetic syringe into his tender tissue. Just as I took the sharp
scalpel to cut his thin spermaducts, a close cow mooed excitedly. She was due
to bear. Instead of desexing the bound male, I turned to the pregnant female,
assisting her in giving birth to her shaggy calf. The fortunate incident
preserved me from emasculating a healthy creature.

(c) CeTe

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