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A Girl and Her Guinea Pig
by Aliquis (address withheld)

***

Sherri takes pity on her Guinea Pig's enforced celibacy 
and gives him some pleasure. (F/beast, oral)

***

An original story based on a real-life experience.

Sherri turned off the living room TV and yawned as she 
walked into the kitchen to fetch a bedtime Diet Coke, 
her firm breasts outlined under her t-shirt as she 
lazily stretched her arms upward. As she opened the 
refrigerator door a blast of cold air raised goosebumps 
on her bare legs; just panties and a shirt was Sherri's 
standard nighttime garb.

The noise of the refrigerator door was followed almost 
instantly by a high-pitched "Oooeek! Oooeeek! Oooeek!" 
from a large cage on the kitchen table. "Oh, Rambo," 
Sherri scolded. "Hungry again? Honestly, sometimes I 
think you're nothing but a lettuce factory." 

Before opening her Coke she reached into the vegetable 
bin and tore a hunk of lettuce off the head stored 
there. Sipping the Coke with one hand, with the other 
she opened the cage and tossed the lettuce in to the 
delighted guinea pig.

Rambo was no ordinary cavy. A rare Inca Blue, he had 
earned the dozen or so ribbons and trophies above the 
fireplace before retiring from the guinea pig fanciers' 
shows at the ripe middle age of four. As for his name, 
he had earned that during his stud days. 

Normally male guinea pigs are peaceful animals, even 
during mating season; but Rambo had made short work of 
another male who had foolishly been left in a common 
cage just before one of the females went into heat. The 
hapless male's throat had been ripped as if by a 
wildcat. After that, proud Rambo always had his own 
cage, kept far away from other males during breeding 
season.

Sherri finished her Coke and addressed her prized cavy. 
"Rambo, don't tell me you're going to get fat and lazy 
now that you're not chasing the women any more! I'm 
going to have to put you to work killing mice to keep 
you in shape!" 

Rambo had made short work of the lettuce, so Sherri 
opened the cage and lifted him out, holding him at eye 
level and talking to him as she walked into the living 
room: "Such a beautiful sleek pig-pig, I'll bet the 
girls have been crying their eyes out since you retired 
from the breeding business."

Sherri had never been able to take guinea pig sex too 
seriously, since the females when they were mounted 
made precisely the sound that that fat guy in 
"Deliverance" had to make when the two hillbillies 
caught him and corn-holed him. But Rambo... sometimes 
she could swear he took an almost human pleasure in the 
act, and the knowing gleam in his eye when she finally 
removed him from the breeding cage had sometimes given 
her the tiniest shiver at the bottom of her spine.

Now she stroked his back slowly but firmly, from head 
to rump, and he began to vibrate the way guinea pigs 
do, with a kind of silent purring. "Poor Rambo, how 
long has it been since you had a cavetti, six months 
now? That's five years in people years, poor dear." 

Suddenly she noticed that Rambo was no longer just 
vibrating; he was beginning to hump lightly and thrust 
his pelvis as he would when introduced to a female. 
"Silly Rambo, do I smell like a guinea pig in heat? 
What's making you so excited, precious?"

Just then Rambo raised his eyes to hers and gave her a 
glance so full of meaning and desire that Sherri could 
no longer doubt what her virile Inca Blue wanted. Could 
a human really...? But she loved Rambo, more than she 
had loved most of her boyfriends after all, so...

As gently as she could, Sherri reached underneath 
Rambo's rounded rear end and began to stroke his 
testicles with infinite tenderness. Most novices had 
trouble even sexing guinea pigs, but long experience 
had taught Sherri were all the relevant parts were. She 
put her skill to use now as she felt the onset of 
Rambo's tiny erection, large though, by guinea pig 
standards. 

She licked her thumb and forefinger to add lubrication 
as she began to stroke him from base to head. Rambo was 
beginning to make the low squeal-growl that was his 
trademark sound of copulation delight. He raised his 
eyes again to hers--and the meaning in them now was 
pure love.

"Oh Rambo, Rambo, I know!" cried Sherri. 

Slowly she lay back on the sofa and raised the firm, 
sleek animal until he was poised just over her lips; 
then she poked her tongue out and began flicking it 
back and forth over Rambo's throbbing guineapighood. 
After a few moments of teasing she took the organ into 
her mouth and began a gentle sucking. At first Rambo 
thrust as he would while mounting, but he suddenly 
realized that he could let Sherri do the work and 
stayed still, squeal-growling in an increasingly 
fervent tempo.

He was close to cumming, Sherri knew; but she wanted to 
give him something more than he had ever dreamed 
possible. She thought about what worked with human 
males, and then she had an idea. Her finger was much 
too big, but there was... yes!

Sherri stood up and cradled Rambo as she walked toward 
the bathroom. At first the guinea pig looked puzzled 
and looked dazed, but then he evidently decided that he 
could use a brief rest and began purr-vibrating again. 
Sherri opened a bathroom drawer and found what she was 
looking for, a rubber syringe from an earwax removal 
kit. The tip was just the right size. Luckily she had a 
small jar of Vaseline, too; she coated the syringe 
carefully before returning with Rambo to the sofa.

She lay back and began again to tongue Rambo, who 
quickly regained his erection. His squeal-growls came 
faster and faster as Sherri moved her lips back and 
forth, back and forth. It was time... now! 

With her free hand Sherri carefully but quickly 
inserted the rubber syringe into Rambo's anus until she 
knew it was massaging his prostate. With that, Rambo 
gave a low growling squeal, a full octave lower than 
she had ever heard a guinea pig make, and came into her 
mouth in a shuddering, powerful orgasm. From Sherri's 
limited experience with human males, she knew that this 
was no ordinary guinea pig orgasm; the volume of liquid 
she felt now would put her ex-boyfriends to shame.

Sherri swallowed -- salty but fresh, the taste was -- 
and tenderly licked Rambo's still throbbing organ as it 
slowly, slowly retracted into his fur. At the same time 
she reached into her panties and stroked her engorged 
clitoris; she was so excited that it was only moments 
before she came in a rapid tremble, barely able to keep 
from shaking Rambo too hard. At the movement from 
Sherri, Rambo opened his eyes and stared into hers from 
six inches away -- just stared, and purr-vibrated. And 
then slowly, peacefully, he sank into a profound 
guinea-pig sleep.

"Now isn't that JUST like a man to fall asleep," Sherri 
scolded as she cradled Rambo between her breasts with a 
sigh. "What makes him think I'M done for the night?"

Ah, but there was always tomorrow...and the next day... 
and the next...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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