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"COCO THE GORILLA"

by Jenny Wanshel


Coco had been studying the humans for a long time, so she could tell
from the strong smell that the human female was in heat. 

"Good afternoon, Coco. Had a nice lunch?"

The food was lousy but they brought you all you could eat.

"Coco eat full", Coco signed at her in the American Sign Language.

"That's nice," the blonde woman signed back. 

Of course human females were always in season. They were the 
biggest sluts in the animal kingdom, everyone knew that, and would 
allow males to mount them at any time, on any day of the year. But 
Coco had observed that there were a few days, between one full moon 
and the next, when the ripe little smell emanating from the ovulating 
human female would become almost unbearably strong. Coco sometimes 
had to hold her nose -- whew! 

Today was one of those days. Coco wondered which one of the males she
would pair off with. Humans were extraordinarily shy and you never got
to see them at it, but sometimes you could observe the early stages of
their elaborate courtship ritual if you were lucky. 

Coco made a little prediction to herself, based on past observation.
The first time the human female was alone with another male, with
no other potentially jealous human male or female near enough to see, 
she would casually let her paw brush against the paw of the human male.

Then she would display her teeth. If the human male displayed his teeth
that was the signal for the courtship ritual to go to the next stage.
If he didn't immediately make the tooth display she might stand behind
him in such a way that her dugs were pressing into his back, while
looking over his shoulder, or pretending to look, at what he was doing.

If that didn't get the male going he was a lost cause -- he wasn't in the
mood. The human female wasn't very bright about these things and she
might persist anyway, even if the human male was "banded". "Banded" males
had a small metal band on the second digit of their left paw, which meant
that they were already mated to a female who had a matching band on her
paw.

Human females were not above stealing each other's mates, though. As long
as no one was looking. At least, no one except a highly educated laboratory
gorilla who couldn't talk.

Actually Coco could talk fairly well. She knew over 200 sign language
signs and could smoke a pipe. She also understood over 25 words of spoken
human language, although she couldn't speak it herself. The human female's
spoken name, for example, was "Kar-La".

Coco (short for Coco Chanel) was no relation to "Koko" (with a K), who 
was at a rival lab. The humans at Coco's lab got excited and used 
words like "charlatans" and "grant hustlers" whenever that lab was 
mentioned. They assured visitors that Coco was much smarter than her 
rival with a K.

Sometimes visitors would offer Coco a treat. Coco liked that. Sometimes
they offered Kar-La a treat too -- "Join me for dinner at the Ramada 
Inn?" for example. Kar-La liked that. She had bagged two Nobel Prize
winners that way, and a pop star who was negotiating to use a photo
of Coco in the insert booklet accompanying his new CD and donate part 
of the proceeds to the foundation that funded the lab. Kar-La showed
up at the lab extremely disheveled the next morning after the pop
star's visit, wearing the same clothes she had worn the day before.
She seemed rather pleased with herself though.

One time when Kar-La had her "in heat" smell particularly strong, Coco,
in a mischievous mood, had signed "Kar-La dirty smell" to one of the
male humans, to see how he would react. The male humans weren't very 
bright about these things, though. They obviously had a very weak 
sense of smell. If they had a nose like a gorilla, males would come
from a mile around sniffing at Kar-La when she was in heat. It looked
to Coco as though the male humans could hardly make out the smell at
all even when they were standing a foot away. 

Well, it was hard to sort out the human scent of course, what with 
each one having all those soaps and deodorants and the smell of rotting
meat digesting inside them and the faint whiff of chlorine, masking their
own natural aroma. So a certain degree of confusion was understandable.

Still, Coco couldn't help but wonder how humans mated in the wild.
With those pathetically weak noses they shouldn't even be able to find
each other. Well, perhaps that was why they evolved the trait of 
nesting in huge colonies where they didn't have to go looking for each 
other.

There! Coco almost missed it, but she barely caught it out of the
corner of her eye. The human female had rubbed her forearm against the
arm of the male who was working in the lab. She was starting the 
courtship ritual! 

Coco watched carefully, but the male did not respond at first. While
waiting for him to react Coco sharpened her observation of Kar-La.
Kar-La was exhibiting typical pre-mating signals. Her chest and
buttocks were slightly swollen, which had caused her to wear tighter
clothing than usual. The slight swelling in her milk glands had
caused her to leave one more button open on her blouse than she
usually did, and she was wearing a shorter skirt than usual, perhaps,
Coco speculated, to cool off her overheated thighs. Coco could 
certainly understand that -- she knew how hot and tingly her own thighs 
felt when she was in heat. 

She wondered that humans could bear to wear clothing at all, 
especially in the hot laboratory in summer -- but then, they were 
practically hairless, the poor things. Kar-La had beautiful long 
flowing yellow hair growing on the top of her head and cascading 
down her shoulders, and nowhere else. This male she was flirting 
with now had two small patches of hair on his face, in addition to 
the hair on his crown. At least he didn't have a big bald patch
on the crown of his head like the old buck Kar-La had simpered 
up to the last time. Coco had only very vague certainties about 
the hierarchy and pecking order among the human males of the tribe, 
but she thought that that one had been of a higher rank than this 
one -- an alpha male. Strangely the higher ranking males in the 
laboratory seemed to have less access to the young females like 
Kar-La than the younger, weaker, lower ranking males. It was a 
puzzle, surely.

There! Another mating signal from Kar-La. She had leaned over in front
of the male, ostensibly to get a pencil from a cup on the table, but in
actual fact to make a display of her swollen milk glands right in front
of his face as she leaned over in front of him. By human standards, it
was adroitly done. As she bent over, one inch of cleavage appeared in
the V-neck of her blouse; and as she stood up again, it vanished back
into her clothes. 

"Excuse me," she said.

The human male made eye contact with her (very important!) and then 
made the open-mouthed tooth display. It was very important to distinguish
between the common friendly tooth display of Homo sapiens and the typical 
aggressive, threatening tooth displays of other primates. Displaying
your incisors to another animal had only one meaning among other species.

With humans, it was different, although Coco wasn't sure why. Although
sometimes they did display their teeth when they were in a rage and making
loud noises at another human. Coco remembered one human male, called
"Dok-Tor", whose face had gone purple with rage while his neck muscles
bunched up and corded, while he screamed "You're fired!" at a younger
human male. Dok-Tor's incisors had been openly displayed, dripping with 
saliva, and Coco had thought for a moment that he was going to leap on 
the other male and rip his throat out. That sort of thing didn't seem to 
happen much among humans, though. The younger male simply cringed and 
retreated from the room. He wasn't seen again, at least not by Coco. 
Perhaps he had been compelled to leave and join another tribe. Or perhaps 
Dok-Tor had killed and eaten him, where Coco couldn't see. Humans were shy 
about some things.

Dok-Tor was an alpha male. That didn't give him any breeding privileges
where Kar-La was concerned. Otherwise he'd be in here scaring off the
younger male with the facial tufts and securing the clearly ready to
mate female for himself.

Kar-La rubbed her buttocks idly with her paw as she leaned close to 
the male. Another sign that she was hot and bothered down there under
her clothes, although the human male didn't see it.

The human male was starting to react, finally. He touched Kar-La's
paw with his own paw, making the wide-open mouth tooth display at
her. They were talking to each other in low voices and although
Coco couldn't make out one word in a hundred ("dinner") was one
she knew -- Coco was rather looking forward to dinner herself, for
that matter -- she could tell from their tone of voice that they
were having a friendly exchange, and it was getting friendlier. There
was something about Kar-La's tone that dropped and got smoother and
broader and softer. If they were arguing about something Kar-La's
voice would have become sharper, higher-pitched and more staccato.

Well, understandably, since Kar-La was negotiating to persuade the male
to deposit a sperm packet in her cervical chamber. From his tone it
sounded like he was nothing loathe. Coco was disappointed. She liked
observing Kar-La when her attempts to flirt failed at first and she 
had to become more overt and aggressive with the next male prospect. 

Coco must have missed something, because suddenly the male put his face
up next to Kar-La's and pressed his muzzle right into hers. Coco
must have missed something -- they had skipped over about 10 stages in 
the courtship ritual! Coco seldom got to see this stage -- direct
muzzle to muzzle contact. Kar-La waited about 3 seconds and then pulled
away from the contact, acting coy. She pressed her paws against the
male's chest as though she was pushing him away, but it was a fake
demonstration -- she wasn't really pushing him away. He spoke to her
in a low urgent tone, and she smiled, and he spoke some more, and
then he pressed his muzzle against hers again. This time Kar-La let
it go on for about 30 seconds, and then she broke away from the
male, walked across the room and locked the door. Then she bolted it.

The male made the big teeth display, then lunged at her. She received
him eagerly. They pressed their muzzles together and the male tore at
her clothes with his paws. 

Coco watched, fascinated. This was as far into the mating ritual as
Coco had ever witnessed. At this stage the male tore at the female's
clothes, trying to remove them, while she tried to prevent him, or
pretended to try to prevent him, or actively assisted him. The next
stage would be the male handling the female's dugs with his paws and
pressing his muzzle against them.

Coco's expectations were fulfilled -- the male with the facial tufts
succeeded in getting Kar-La's clothing open on the upper half of her
body, exposing her dugs, and then he rubbed them with his paws and
bit them with his teeth. Kar-La was whimpering softly in excitement --
apparently the breast-biting wasn't hurting her. Coco could see how
swollen Kar-La's brown nipples were. They were stiff with excitement.

Kar-La had the same big, protruding dugs that almost all human females
had. No other simian species had such big udders. They were like cow's
udders, almost, and Coco couldn't help wonder what the reason was. Did
human pups consume enormous quantities of milk requiring large reservoirs
on the mother's chest? Or were the big dugs simply decorative? Kar-La
had two symmetrically placed udders and each was the size of a cantaloupe.

The male licked and sucked at them and Coco wondered if he was getting
any milk. Coco sniffed but she could not smell any milk lactating out
of Kar-La's glands. He squeezed them firmly with his hands. Coco 
thought that was probably an effort to make her milk express, but poor
man, she was dry.

Watching the humans mate, Coco didn't feel the least bit of excitement
herself -- except for the intellectual excitement, of course. Coco was
not in season so she did not feel anything down there. But she was 
very curious to watch the mating ritual, and wondered how far it would 
proceed this time before the humans' natural shyness would cause them 
to go seek some place more private to conclude their business.

The human male lifted Kar-La's lower garments and pulled the inner
garments down, and then he knelt at her feet and pressed his muzzle
in between her legs. It looked like he was nipping her on her swollen
vulva. Coco blinked in astonishment. She had never seen this before.

Kar-La leaned back and braced herself against the long flat wooden 
work surface that was built into the wall. She held her lower garments
up out of the male's way and spread her legs open wider to give him
better access to her reproductive area. 

 From the expression on her face Coco could not tell if she was in pain 
or not. Presumably having a male bite you on your engorged vulva would 
be painful, but Kar-La obviously wanted the male to continue. Perhaps
it was a sort of gentle, playful nipping that served to inflame her
more. Kar-La's smell was starting to grow stronger -- it smelled like
she was dripping some sort of estrogen-rich fluid between her thighs.

The male stood up, and started to unfasten his lower garments. The
front of his lower garment separated with a little metallic buzz like an
angry bee. Then he stepped out of it, and pulled down his inner garment,
and stepped out of that. 

And Coco saw an erect human penis, for the first time.

Coco blinked in astonishment. His penis was four times the size of a 
gorilla penis. Everyone knew that human females were the most oversexed 
sluts of the whole primate family -- you could smell it on them. What 
Coco had never suspected before was that human males were the most 
oversexed, big-dicked males of the whole primate family. 

There it was, sticking out in front of him, pasty white, stiff and
hairless, an ugly monstrosity to be sure. And it was quadruple the
length and thickness of a gorilla male's penis. Coco had never
doubted that the gorilla male was well-equipped for his work -- 
certainly of all the males who had taken her in season (starting
many, many moons ago with the gorilla she assumed was her father,
although who knew for sure) none had ever seemed too small to fill
her when she was in estrus and needed it. And from what little she
had observed of other species -- the monkeys, chimpanzees, the
orangutans who had mated right in front of her in their cage when
she was in the old lab -- none had been any bigger than, if as big
as, the gorillas.

Who knew? The male gorilla was much larger and stronger than the male
human, and Coco had always assumed gorilla superiority in everything
but the opposable thumb and those wonderful vocal cords. Why should
the weak, skinny, hairless, human males be blessed with such big
dicks? 

Estimating its size, Coco thought it looked about as big as a banana.
A big ripe eating banana, of course, not one of those scrawny little
ones. Coco thought she could wrap her paw around it and the head would
stick out beyond her paw. The human male's six inches looked massive 
to her, although it was only an average, typical human male organ.

That big human prick would tear me apart, Coco thought. Coco didn't
much care who mounted her when she was in heat -- it was first come,
first served, and whatever male succeeded in getting to her first
and fighting off challengers got the prize. And once he was spent
the others could have sloppy seconds, if they weren't too busy
fighting.

For the first time in her life (Coco was only 10, but that made
her a full grown adult in gorilla years) Coco wondered what it
would be like to be fucked by a human.

Kar-La sure seemed to be enjoying it. 

Kar-La had taken her skirt off to expose her bottom. Interestingly,
although the rest of her body was hairless (except under her arms 
sometimes) she had a big thatch of hair between her legs surrounding
her vulvar area. 

The male stood behind her and soon he had achieved intromission, and
she was squealing. The male was inside her, pumping vigorously with 
deep thrusts. The long human penis made much deeper thrusting possible, 
Coco saw. The female seemed to be thrilled each time he made a deep vulvar 
thrust, lunging between her engorged, smelly labia. 

She was bent over the table and he was behind her, tackling her from
the rear, as she hunched over displaying her vulva to him.

"Oh God", Kar-La said. Coco had no clear referent for the word
"God", but from context she had guessed that it seemed to be the
name of some high-ranking alpha male who never came into the lab.
If Kar-La was calling him in her passion perhaps he would come
in and frighten this younger male away. Maybe that was why Kar-La
had locked the door? 

Coco watched the skinny human male screw Kar-La. His long wet
penis slid in and out of her wet, glistening pubes. Coco was
surprised that the human vulva was big enough to accept such
a big penis without injury. Well, that must have evolved through
natural selection -- the females who were injured by the big
homo sapiens penis would have been removed from the gene pool
quickly, and only the ones with large-capacity vulvas would
have survived.

The male continued thrusting, and Kar-La pushed her buttocks 
back onto his penis with each thrust. Kar-La was panting now,
breathing loudly and shallowly. Her eyes were closed. 

Coco noted with interest that the human male seemed to be taking 
a long time to ejaculate. Human coitus seemed to last longer than
it did among gorillas, if this sample (a single incident, admittedly)
was to judge from. The gorilla male usually spurted within 30 seconds,
and why would a male want to take any longer? Once you had the sperm-
emitting duct jammed up into the cervical chamber, surely the natural
thing was to shoot quickly before a rival male could interfere?

The human female's sighs and moans grew louder. Her hands were clenched
tightly. If Coco had been in heat herself she would have been throwing
herself around her cage in excitement. Only the fact that she was not 
in season made to possible to watch the human mating with utter 
detachment. 

Coco could not help noting to herself that the human females, the sluts
of the primate kingdom, had appropriated to themselves the biggest dicks
in the primate kingdom. And their coitus lasted longer -- did that make
it more exciting? Kar-La certainly seemed very excited. Was Kar-La's
seeming excitement simply frustration that it was taking so long? Was
she red-faced and grimacing because the male was taking too long? 

Kar-La's mouth fell open and a loud sound came out of it.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Oh wowwwww..."

Coco had no idea what the sounds meant but the human male seemed
to go into a frenzy as he increased the speed and force of his 
thrusts. His head threw back, his mouth opened, and he clamped
his loins against her buttocks and closed his eyes as Kar-La
shuddered. 

Coco was not sure, but if the male stopped moving at this point she
guessed he was making his emission. He was clamping against her so
his sperm wouldn't fall out, and he would stay clamped for a little 
while to let the sperm settle in before they released.

This conjecture proved to be correct. The male with the funny tufts
of hair on its muzzle had finished thrusting, and he stayed clamped
to Kar-La's buttocks for about a minute before releasing. Clearly 
insemination had occurred. Coco wondered how soon Kar-La's pregnancy
would become visible. It might take a few moons before it showed.

She wondered why she had never seen Kar-La pregnant before, though. 
Was Kar-La infertile? There had never been any signs that she was
nursing or any other signs of offspring. Coco would have smelled
the milk if Kar-La was lactating -- she had seen Kar-La almost
every day for years. Was Kar-La barren? Were humans an infertile
species? 

If Kar-La didn't turn up pregnant within a few moons Coco would
have to suspect that one or the other was the case. If humans
really were the most oversexed primate species what an irony if
they were also the least fertile! Perhaps the big penis had evolved
to compensate for the poor fertility...? Or perhaps the retreat of
the cervix farther and farther away from the vaginal opening, to
make room for the big penis, had the effect of reducing fertility.
Or maybe being pounded with the large penis caused the cervix to
swell up and close -- a paradoxical effect that should have bred
out of the species. 

The mating habits of the human species required further study. Coco
regretted that it might be years before she had another chance like
this to observe human coitus close up. 

And she wondered what it felt like to be screwed by a human male. 
Well, that big long penis would probably kill poor Coco. An inch
and a half was what she was used to and any more would just hurt.

She wondered what it had felt like when Kar-La made those loud
noises at the end. Coco knew the incredibly intense excitement
she felt when a male succeeded in mounting her engorged vulva,
when she was in estrus. Her head swam, she grew hot, she felt as
if she was going to faint. And then the male spurted and it was 
over. 

Kar-La had seemed very excited. She hadn't thrown herself around
the room or bitten the male, but nonetheless, Coco wondered if
the human females, in their own shy quiet way, experienced far
more intense excitement during the act. 

Well, Coco would be experiencing estrus herself, in another moon
or so. And there was always a lone human male around the lab at night.
An obvious experiment suggested herself, if Coco would stoop to
making the experiment for the sake of Science. And if she could
persuade the human male to cooperate.   

Coco had had a few human males poke their fingers into her inflamed
vulva, when she was in heat, and stroke it a little, and she suspected
that they were not entirely lacking in curiosity.

And surely if they could screw those ugly, hairless, skinny things
with their pale pasty flesh -- they weren't very discriminating.

On the other hand, Kar-La, who was human herself, seemed to have
a hard enough time getting a human male to mount her. 

Coco would have to give this some thought.

                           ***

   [The author regrets that the story breaks off abruptly here.
   At this point the direction of Coco's further investigations 
   started to be a bit more than her weak nerves could handle.]


Jenny Wanshel
chilly2@biosys.net

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