I’ve told you more than a few stories about things that happened in my younger days, but not all. Some I’ve refrained from just because I don’t think you’d be all that interested in them, and some because I don’t think they’re worth telling. I believe you guys like the really exotic animals, and especially things like the big cats, or the canines and the like.

So you may not find much interest in a story about an antelope.

But here it is anyways.

If you know the classification, then you know there is a wide range in the sizes to members of the group. The Royal Antelope is only some ten inches high. Not something you’re going to be considering a dalliance with. But if you go all they way to the top of that group, you’ll find an amazing animal; sizable and attractive, and one you can seriously get your cock into.

If you’re lucky.

This particular time I was assisting a zoo in setting up a breeding program, something I had really pushed for for years. This was a larger zoo, and while pretty famous, I will refrain from giving any details as to its name or location for the obvious reasons. I will say that it had a lot of space to work with at the time, and their exhibits were going to be phenomenal.

Back then, kind of like today, breeding wasn’t just allowed to happen. Many times it simply didn’t regardless with the animals being under the artificial conditions we created for them. There might be a lot of room to roam, but it wasn’t like the plains down in Africa.

And while I assisted with several difference species while I was there, there was one that I had my eye on.

The males are naturally the larger between the genders, and that was something we had to take into account. When you’ve got some wicked horns, you deserve respect, though the females were better equipped in that department. I’m referring to the eland, of course, and they are impressive animals. Yes, I know they aren’t elephants or rhinos, but you have to take each animal on its own merits. These elands were the variety known as the oryx.

And I thought these guys were pretty cool. Sure, a Thompson’s gazelle was more streamlined and fleeter of hoof, but elands were tough as well as lovely. And they were of a size to make them interesting.

So anyway, at the time, they had several females and a single male. The problem with the species is that females didn’t go into heat the way many such animals do. Anyone here in America will tell you things like the bison, mule deer, the white tail, and the like all have specific rut seasons.

Not these so much. What we had to try and do was get them mated whenever we could manage it in hopes of getting lucky. Hey! We were groundbreaking on this stuff. There was a lot of trial and error to be done, documenting what was the best and worst ways to do things.

Thankfully, the animals were pretty docile once they got to recognize your scent. That didn’t mean you still didn’t respect them. A turn of the head and a well placed horn could do so significant damage to you.

OK, so part of the plan was to sedate the females one at a time and introduce the male, under controlled conditions, to see if he would mount her. Sounds pretty straightforward and it was. Yes, I know that using tranqs sounds counterproductive, but we wanted her standing as still as possible. It didn’t make her any more receptive regarding her ovulation, but we were just hoping for the best.

So as it happened, the one day we managed to get a female mounted twice. From that point on it was mostly just waiting, but we still had to monitor her temperature and vitals over the next twenty four hours. The drug was fairly weak and degraded in the system relatively fast, but if anything happened to the animals, it would be our hides. I took the night watch on this girl while everyone else went home.

I didn’t mind.

I had food in the fridge in the main veterinarian building, and I had a few bottles of soda on hand to help keep me awake. As there was a coffee maker, I figured I’d be set until seven in the morning rolled around.

This girl was in a special stall, lightly secured in place with some netting. As a whole, this type animal was a bit more active at twilight, when the temperature was dropping, but as this was not the savannah, and as she was still a little dopy, it had been thought wise to make sure she didn’t fall.

They could sleep on their feet (so to speak) and they would also lay down when they felt safe, and I figured after a bit I would give her that option. As I needed to check her temperature, I found it advisable to keep her reined in until I was finished. I got the lube and the thermometer, patted her sides through the slats as I walked along her flanks, and when I got to her rear, dropped a kick bar in place. These animals might not be as strong as a horse when it came to kicking, but the hell if I was going to risk it.

I lubed up the thermometer, gently pushed it in, got my reading and pulled it back out. She didn’t react at all. Not surprising out of an animal used to ignoring horse of biting flies. I wondered how she would tolerate something a little bigger, like a finger. I put a blob of lube onto my middle finger and worked into that puckered hole.

It slid in without her moving a muscle.

Good.

I wiped my finger off, re-lubed it and slipped in the lower one. I didn’t even need the gel for that one. It had been primed earlier in the day and I was able to squeeze three fingers in without her making a fuss. She shifted a little and turned to look back at, but otherwise she maintained a nice steady demeanor. I worked them in and out, feeling around within those narrow confines to see if I could find a sweet spot.

You should have learned by now that a lot of female animals happen to have the capacity for deriving pleasure from sex, only the act was so fast they never had a chance. Coupling that with the timetables required for biological readiness, they rarely had the chance.

This old girl had an itch.

And I was scratching it.

Her back leg did a convulsive twitch when I rubbed over a little node inside her. It was nothing like a clitoris, but it had to be a gathering of nerve endings. I concentrated on it and was rewarded with her dropping her head, letting low bleat, and that leg lifting up a little off the ground and shaking. I did the only sensible thing and worked over that spot with more firmness, using the tip of my bent finger to generate friction over it.  I did this until her entire backside was twitching. Her tail was now sitting high above her as I stroked her flesh into a lather.

I had a raging hard-on!

For all I had known, she was going to ignore me, or at worst, get a little annoyed. It was quite the opposite.

As far as getting myself inside her, that was going to take just a little acrobatics. There was a slight height difference between my midsection and her rear, and I could have used a short platform had there been one available.  Since there wasn’t anything around that was stable, I made the decision to balance on the kick bar and hope for the best.

I moved to the side, got out of my clothing except for the socks and shoes, and came back to her. She was watching me; not necessarily with any thought to my motives, but just to know what was going on around her. I came back and returned to fingering her, making sure she was in a good frame of mind for what was to come. In no time I had her all aquiver, and a quick check on her front end found her with her tongue lolling out to one side and her eyes slightly glazed over.

 That seemed like a good sign.

Not content with just that, I took my other hand, got a few fingers slick and worked them into her anus. There was a satisfied grunt from the other end as I worked both of her holes simultaneously. I was more than ready to delve into her cunt, but I was curious just how aroused I could get her. It wasn’t going to be often that I would be in this position with this type of animal again.

To cut to the quick, after a few minutes of double stimulation, her legs buckled. She didn’t fall and she didn’t get hurt, but overdoing her sexual sensory system hit her hard. She was drooling like an idiot. I stopped, patted her soothingly and whispered a few words of support her way. It took her a bit to regain her footing, and I patiently waited for that to happen,

If she went down while I was nailing her, who knows what might happen?

Feeling that she was ready, I got up on the bar, grabbed the retaining net that was over her, and removing one hand to do it, guided myself inside her. I slid into her as smooth a silk, and though my perch was a bit precarious, it was worth maintaining for this wonderful encounter. I gripped the netting and went to work.

She was hot inside. She was damned damp as well, though whether from her earlier lover, from my ministrations, or just because that was her norm I couldn’t say. It hardly mattered. I pushed inside to the max, knowing, as usual, that she could take a lot more then I had. That was fine. What I could reach was pretty much fantastic.

I worked it back and forth, genuinely appreciating the fine smoothness of her inner walls. Every animal was different, and she reminded me a lot of what a female cervine offered. They were pretty similar, I reminded myself, thinking of past experiences with white-tails, mule Deer and something a little more exotic that I think I’ll refrain from mentioning right now.

My grip on the netting was like iron, just in case she decided to move. That gave me a good solid point from which to slam into her, grinding my hips and pulling back with a stubborn deliberateness. There was no reason to hurry and therefore I wasn’t.

I would pull out now and again, seeking to find that hot spot inside her. I finally found it when she jerked a little upon reinsertion. I adjusted my stance to allow for better contact with it. I could just feel the little nodule with the tip of my cock, and I did my best to strike it with each pass. The already sensitized bump was acutely aware of the friction as I passed along it, generating a sympathetic reaction in her whole body. Each contact I made with it caused her to shiver; not much different than what I had done with my fingers.

I guess I should have seen it coming, but by now I was feeling pretty good about the situation. That being said, one moment we were upright, and the next she was on the ground. I nearly followed her and was only saved by seeing it coming, if only marginally. I jumped off the bar as she came down in a heap.

I didn’t panic, instead unhooking the bar to give her rear legs room to extend. She was on her side, her chest heaving, all the while her body twitching and jerking.

I gave her some space, to get her wits together if she needed it. Animals could get freaked by conditions they aren’t used to. This girl was a trooper, I’ll say that. After a couple of minutes of just laying there, she turned her head towards me. I couldn’t read her eyes, but I was guessing she was feeling like she never had before and was hardly desiring to move.

I came up behind her, careful of those feet. Whether by accident or intent, I could see them doing some damage. I knelt down, patted her side, and gave her flanks a little massage. With no adverse reaction, I decided that I could finish with her there on her side. I took her upper leg and pushed it forward, straddled the lower one, and slipped back inside.

She lifted her head off the floor, swinging those deadly spires on her head in my direction, before sinking back down and relaxing. Whatever genetics had her used-to in regards to normality in mating must have just been overridden. She let out a long sigh and let me do as I would.

This was a hell of a lot easier now, and I simply grabbed the ridge of her hip and used that for leverage. My cock was still able to penetrate her fully, though I wasn’t hitting her sensitive region from this angle. I felt a little bad, but I was thinking that maybe she had enough of that, so perhaps something less stimulating was in order.

I kept up a good pace in reaming that wonderful hole. On a lark I took my thumb and rubbed her asshole with it, working it in and moving it in a circular motion. She reacted by clamping down and then relaxing.

This girl was full of surprises!

“You’ve got some kinks to you, don’t you sweetheart?”

It hadn’t been my plan at the beginning of this to bugger the poor girl, but now I was thinking differently. From this position it was an easy matter of just shifting my body. What the hell, I thought to myself. She was wet as fuck, and my cock slick as could be. Retracting my fingers from her anus, I pulled out of her cunt and pressed against the upper hole.

With an effortless push I was inside. Her head moved a little and I heard a snort, followed by a wheeze as a wave passed across her body. Ok then. Elands liked anal.

I’ve had this discussion before with a few people, and I will give you a brief synopsis here. The anus has a lot of its own nerve endings, and many of these reacted much like those in the sexual organs. If you don’t believe me, look up how they extract semen from bulls. It’s often an electrical stimulation in their anus. Yes, there are other ways, but that is one of them.  

                And to be honest, in the wild I’m sure the males were prone to missing the correct hole more often then we would ever know. Evolutionarily speaking, the females able to tolerate this occasional misalignment were more prone to not be spooked off by a stab in the dark. And thus, more likely to tolerate it, if not enjoy it. And thus, produce offspring with the same feature.

                It’s just a hypothesis. Just saying.

                This gal was liking it. Her legs were still mildly vibrating, and her coat had a soft glisten to it. I understood that. I was working up a sweat too. And it was so worth it.

                I kept pounding away on her for…well…I can’t say. It would have been longer I think had she not suddenly gone into lockdown mode. I had to assume it was nothing less than orgasmic overload, for her sphincter cinched down hard and her body began to quiver again, more violently than before.

                I took advantage of the fresh snugness of her ass and redoubled my efforts, fucking her as hard as I thought was safe. My balls were slapping against her with audible whacks as my cock slid back and forth with savage intensity. The faster I went, the more she clamped down until it was too much for either of us.

                I blew my load inside and just let it flow unhindered. She convulsed, her legs shaking. She tried to raise her head, but it seemed beyond her control. I kept thrusting, keeping up the best rhythm I could manage for as long as I could. In the end, I finally had to call it quits and pulled out.

                I fell against her, working to get some oxygen back into my system. I could feel her muscles tremoring like she had a palsy, and her ribcage was rising and falling with rapid steadiness. I ran my fingers across her hide, massaging her gently while speaking soothing niceties to her. After maybe ten minutes I got up and brushed myself off.

                She lifted her head, dropped it back down, then proceeded to right herself. Once on her feet, she stood there as shaky as a leaf. I went and got her some water, which she drank in volumes before letting loose from the other end. I was glad I was out of the way. After a good half an hour she seemed to be back to normal, so I led her to the regular holding pen and let her get into a comfortable position on the floor.

                I got something to drink before washing up and redressing. By then she seemed to have drifted off, so I left her in peace. That was three times she had gotten sex today, so I was sure she was tired out. Obviously though, that was mostly from the third time.

                I didn’t have another chance outside of that single time, so I was glad I had taken it.  I fell asleep and was awaken in the morning by one of my associates, and by then the girl was back on her feet and looking for food. As I passed by her on the way out, she turned and stared at me. I stared back, wondering what she was thinking. Her eyelid fluttered. I smiled. I had no idea if that was a random movement or not, but I winked back.

                “Yeah. It was great for me too.”

                And it had been.