It seemed that there was a never ending conflict about the quality of life for zoo animals. 

There were people on both sides of the argument: some of them would point out that animals are meant to live in the wild, by their own rules, and nature should be allowed to take a course in the determination of when and how animals live and die, others would argue that animals in captivity lived longer, were protected from poachers, and had access to medical treatments that they could never possible have out in the wild.

Arguments like these applied to a lot of animals, but then, of course, there were a couple that they simply didn't apply to...and otters were a great example.

Small, brown animals that were so happy and carefree that some people referred to them as water foxes, otters had a tendency to simply swim around and be silly at the zoo, which wasn't very different from how they lived their lives outside of the walls of the establishment. Zoo patrons would always walk by, giggling and cheering as the multiple otters in the exhibit would swim back and forth across the front of the tank, wiggling their tails like playful little rudders at the crowd as they passed by. When the zookeepers would come out to give them a meal, the patrons continued to fawn over the sight, as the otters were wont to play with their food a little bit, sometimes toying with it on their tummies and tossing it up in the air to themselves. Though it had never been proven, there were plenty of people who believed that the otters actually enjoyed living at the zoo, and more so, enjoyed putting on a show for the zoo patrons.

That didn't mean that their lives were [b]completely[/b] without hardship, however.

"Look at that one, mommy!" called out a little girl, who was tugging at the bottom of her mother's dress. She was just tall enough to see over the edge of the otter tank to a slightly larger otter in the exhibit. He was just as slim and sleek as all of the other otters, but he had a large pair of fangs hanging out of his muzzle, rather unusually. "He's got such [b]big[/b] teef!"

The woman giggled as she looked over the otter, watching him relax on the fake, hard plastic rocks of the exhibit. "He sure does, dear! I wonder where he got those..."

The story was a little bit longer than the woman or her child would ever know, but a few people who had an inkling of the story were on their way to pick the otter up from the exhibit for a specialty treatment, one that male animals occasionally had to undergo, as a part of zoo life.

"C'mon, Jon! It's time for you to have a little work done, buddy."

Otters weren't quite like dogs, to the point that they could identify themselves by name, but this otter, a rather special one, had been given the name "Jon" when he first arrived at the zoo. That being said, he still responded to the sound of the voice of a male zookeeper, and turned to face the man. He was holding a small piece of fish, and it was like a magnet for the feral creature; he couldn't possibly resist running over to it, and right into the arms of the zookeeper. "Gotcha! Thanks for making it so easy this time, bud. Wouldn't want you using those fangs on me!"

The zoo patrons were always sad to see an animal leaving the exhibit, but there were still several other otters in the tank to keep them distracted with their playful, aquatic antics. Within moments, the only people who truly cared that Jon had been taken out of the exhibit were the people who did the taking in the first place...and after a brief trip into a small cage, a walk across the zoo behind some fenced off areas, and a rush of cool air as the zookeeper walked into a small medical facility, Jon was quite the curious animal to where he'd been taken. It was a place that he'd been many times before, of course; animals in the zoo often had to have bloodwork done to check for any sort of diseases or abnormalities, and while some smaller medical practices could be done on the animals in the exhibit, sometimes even as part of an educational show for zoo patrons, the procedure Jon was about to undergo likely wouldn't fly so well with the average customer.

The male zookeeper who had taken Jon away was just one of several; there was another male, tall and slightly lanky, with a head covered in shaggy, brunette hair, and two females as well, each one looking rather eager to perform the procedure. "Is our little friend in there?" asked the first female, a blue-eyed blonde, with her hair tied back into a long ponytail, and a demeanor that was so overly cute and friendly that it bordered on stereotypical.

"He sure is, Mallory," the male who brought Jon to the room replied. "He didn't put up a fuss or anything! Little guy made it nice and easy for me. One piece of fish, and he was right in my arms!"

The other female, a redhead with eyes of sparkling, lime green, giggled just at the sight of Jon as the cage was opened, and he quickly crawled out onto the examination table that the first male had set him upon. "He's just as [i]adorable[/i] up close as he is in the exhibit! Hopefully the poor little guy doesn't mind that he's gonna be getting a little something stuck in his...y'know..."

"You can say it, Jenna," Mallory replied. "We're all adults, here. It's going in his anus."

Whether it was the fact that she was shy about the word, or the fact that she was just shy about saying it in front of Mark and Tim, the brunette and the black hair male, repsectively, Jenna felt her cheeks flushing nearly as bright as the short hair that framed up her cute, blushing flesh. "I guess it just still feels a little weird to talk about an [b]animal[/b] like that."

"He's cute, he's smiling, and he's gonna get off in the end," Mark pointed out. "Just pretend it's your boyfriend or something!"

It wasn't a lack of professionalism, but a desire to make Jenna feel comfortable that made everyone speak to her the way that they did. She was still bright as a cherry when Jon ran across the table to her, and, knowing what had to be done, she held him delicately in her hands, surgical gloves already covering her skin. Tim was putting on his own as Jenna held Jon, smiling down at him and admiring the sizable fangs that popped out of his muzzle, and the way that the fur upon his head almost seemed to pop up into a mohawk, even when it was wet. "He sure is a special little guy...what's the story with his fangs, again?"

"Something to do with a crossbreeding experiment. I don't know that it necessarily turned out right," Tim explained, "But at the very least, he turned out pretty cute, didn't he?"

Accepting the answer, guessing that neither Mark nor Tim knew much about it, Jenna smiled and nodded her agreement. "He sure is...and I'm sorry we have to do this to you, buddy, but you're gonna have to get stuck before you get to have any real fun."

Jon was a happy zoo animal, and of course, living in the safety of captivity and having a bad short-term memory, he couldn't begin to imagine that the friendly zookeepers were about to wrong him in any way, but he was visibly shaken when he saw Mark approaching with a tiny syringe. Jenna did her best to gently stroke her fingertips between his ears to calm him, keeping him from shaking too much as Mark administered the mild sedative, and within seconds, Jon went from the occasional shake of nervous uncertainty to more of a drunken shudder. With a giggle, Jenna let him rest upon the table, though she didn't [b]fully[/b] let go of him; she had to see how he would reacted before he could be trusted.

There was definitely a stumble to Jon's walk, even as he stayed on all fours, but if animals could talk, he'd surely be telling stories about how his best buddy in the otter tank was such a sloppy eater, and how it cost him a woman once upon a time, akin to humans reminiscing over something similar at a bar. Thanks to his quickly sedated state, Mallory was able to gather up a small machine with several yellow buttons and a tiny dial on it, with the words "Pulsator IV" in clear, black text on a silver body. Jon didn't notice the machine, even when it made a nice, mechanical [b][i]CLUNK[/b][/i] upon the table. He was more concerned with the gentle stroke of Jenna's hand upon his back, and the ticklish sensation that came from Tim playing with the dull ends of his fangs. All the while, in the background, Mark was tossing away the syringe and gathering the small, tube-shaped probe that was to go on the end of the Pulsator, and with it, a small bottle of medical lube, to make things as comfortable for Jon as possible.

"You ever wonder if they really enjoy this?" Jenna asked, stroking her fingertips through the soft, brown bristles of his fur, and the slightly darker spots near the base of his rudder tail.

Mallory made a slightly disgusted face. "[b]Never[/b] gave it that kind of thought," she admitted, while making adjustments to the Pulsator and giving it the proper settings to help Jon achieve a forced orgasm. "Though, I guess it makes sense to wonder. I doubt most [b]people[/b] would appreciate this treatment, even with a sedative."

"There are some messed up dudes out there," Mark pointed out, as he attached the tapered tube to the Pulsator. The steel and rubber implement was already glistening with a healthy coat of lubrication, and Jon was stupified by his sedative, and no doubt, from all the attention he was getting, he was in a drunken otter heaven. It couldn't last forever, however, and with a tiny frown, Jenna lifted him from her side of the table and moved his mostly limp body to the Pulsator. She kept his rudder tail lifted up just enough for the probe to fit underneath it, exposing the dusky pink flesh of his anus, and the back of his proportionate testicles. "Besides, all Jon has to do is lay there and enjoy it."

"Easy for you to say," Jenna pointed out, as Tim tried to keep the poor otter distracted with a subtle brush upon his large, ticklish fangs. "All right...administering the probe into the anus..."

"Maybe you'd prefer to say asshole?" Mallory asked, teasing her coworker as she manned the controls, making sure that the small, electric charges going through the probe wouldn't be painful for Jon. Confused and doped up, the river otter had no idea what was going on, even as he felt the cold, slippery tip of a metal probe pressing against the tight flesh of his pucker and slowly penetrating his flesh. It was a gently guided manuever by Mark, who was sure to be slow and easy with the specimen, not wanting to risk injury just to collect a sample for research. "Not gonna lie, I think you're onto something, Jenna. Maybe he does like it!"

Mark could feel the animal gnawing absently at his glove covered hand, giving him a rather mixed reaction. "Dunno if it's that, but he's definitely reacting. Just can't tell if it's a good or a bad thing, but he sure is affectionate right now!"

The toy continued to press further in, not quite deep enough into Jon's asshole to achieve its purpose yet. As an animal of habit and nature, Jon was far more confused than only moments before, but he was unable to properly react, other than to wiggle against the table helplessly, though, as the probe finally did reach the desired target, being his tiny, nub of a prostate, animal instincts were charged to the max as his body was filled with all of the same pleasures it felt during a mating with a female otter. 

There was one, [b]major[/b] difference, however.

This was like mating with the tightest otter he'd ever felt, and being upon his climax with just [b]one[/b] touch.

"[i]Awww...[/i] look at him shaking!" Jenna pointed out, as she kept his tail lifted well out of the way, and kept her fingers working in a slow, gentle touch upon his back, keeping him as soothed as she could. "I really hope we aren't hurting him..."

Tim finally took leave of teasing Jon's fangs, but only so that he could procure a small cup and lid from inside a white cabinet, in an almost entirely white room. "If he's really shaking that much, I think we're about to have a mess!"

Shuddering, shaking and tensing up repeatedly, Mark slowly lifted the front of Jon's body, exposing his lighter, tan underbelly and a bouncing, jittery member. The small, electrical pulses that assaulted his prostate were unfair, and being an animal that could only ever know such sensations in this controlled state, it was all so much more than his little body was prepared for. The dusky pink flesh of his cock, nearly the same color as his puckered anus, stood out vibrantly against his tummy, poking free from a tiny sheathe between his legs and wiggling gently as Mallory adjusted the controls, increasing the intensity just slightly as the milking process continued. Tim kept the cup under the very tip of the poor animal's glans as Mark held him up properly, and Jenna kept his tail fully lifted as the toy fired off another pulse, manipulating the prostate, deep inside of his body.

There was a cute, adorable and pathetic squeak from Jon as the last pulse fired off inside of him, and Jenna was flushing brightly once again as her eyes made their way to the member of another animal. She'd always wanted to care for animals and be a zookeeper, but this was the one part of the job she could never get used to, and even if she was told a million times that the animals enjoyed it, she was still [b]very[/b] squeemish at the thought of helping to manually climax something so small, cute and helpless. In her mind, it felt just a bit wrong, and only got worse as she could see tiny drops of pure, runny cum spilling from the very tip of Jon's cock, but the mere drops were quickly replaced with a bit of a flood as every muscle in the groin of the cute, little otter contracted and forced his seed free from his body. Tiny jets of the liquid sprayed past the cup with their force, thanks to the efforts of the probe, and made a small mess upon the examination table as Mallory, Mark and Tim all giggled and chuckled at the sight...while Jenna could only watch with wide eyes and cherry cheeks.

"Poor little guy just can't stop squirming!" Mark pointed out, holding the squeaking, spastic otter the best that he could.

Mallory slowly dialed down the intensity of the pulses coming from the machine, still giggling as she did. "I know, it's just...it's just freaking [i]adorable![/i] He's so squirmy and wiggly...shame we can only safely take one sample from him at a time."

Tim made sure that Jon was done dripping, a process that took nearly a full minute as the otter gave out a rather impressive yield, for his size. "Try recording it sometime and putting videos online if you really think it's that cute."

"Do [b]NOT[/b] do that," Mark quickly cut in. "I kinda like having a job here."

Slowly, almost painfully so, Mallory and Jenna took hold of the shiny, metal hook on the end of the probe and started to pull it free from the squeezingly tight confines of Jon's ass, his poor, absued pucker staying open just slightly even after the probe was removed from his body. Extra lubrication drooled from the gaping opening, mimicing the way his body behaved in the front, as his member simply continued to drip, even after Tim put a lid on the sample cup and started to label it. The examination table would be a mess, for sure, and one that they would likely leave to Jenna to clean up.

"Think he's gonna be okay?" Jenna finally asked, watching as the rather exhausted and still confused otter made the cutest, tiniest pants with his lungs, his breathing still accelerated from having such a sudden and powerful orgasm.

Mark gave Jenna a nudge and smiled at her. "He's gonna be [b]fine,[/b]" he assured her, as he pulled off his surgical gloves and tossed them in the trash. "Animals go through procedures like this all the time, and they're always perfectly normal again in the next few days. Thanks to his rather unique appearance, Jon here just happens to get harvested a little more often."

There was definitely a hidden sympathy for the smaller creature, one that Jenna harbored, just in case Mallory were to judge her as being weird, or Tim and Mark happened to make fun of her for it. She couldn't imagine rumors like that going over well with the head zookeepers.

Jon, of course, didn't have a care in the world of Jenna, or of the experiments, as his breathing started to calm, and his body, still a bit drunk with painkillers, didn't respond too well to his impulses to get back into the cage. Jenna was more than happy to help him back inside with a very gentle grip, and a final stroke upon his fangs. The quiet, delighted rumble from the tired otter was all the assurance that she really needed that he would be okay, and as he curled up into a small, brown ball in the cage, everyone, even Mallory, took a moment just to watch him resting, content as he could be inside the cage, cute as a button, and ready to return to his own exhibit.

"...So...Jenna gets to clean up the table, right?"