My Story
Gunjan stood there quietly with all the patience of an elephant. It helped, one could suppose, that he in fact was an elephant. His handlers would wash him off with a flurry of hoses on Fridays after a day of hauling teak wood through the forest, and meticulously prepare him to be a ceremonial wedding elephant for the weekend. And so he stood there while they finished cleaning him up. Not that he needed washing. An elephant was proud of his smell. A hard working elephant wanted the world to know how he smelled, strong, proud, always at the ready. But these stupid humans would just heap their indignities upon him by washing off the mud and dirt and sweat that identified him as the powerful bull male that he was.
Well, he didn't have much say in the matter. Though puny, the humans had all kinds of painful devices at their disposal, and all he could do was follow their orders to keep them from using them on him. In the wild, he might have acted differently. But in their world, he was resigned to following their orders to keep them from inflicting their pains.
So it was Saturday, and he knew this since he couldn't even smell himself. He certainly could smell his handlers. Even though they washed themselves with their small hoses and in their stone buckets, they still had a pervasive, irritating odor that reminded him of fear and loathing. They covered themselves in strange dried leaves that were long dead, and had odd sharp odors emanating from them as well. Then they draped the same dry leaves all over him, and then tied a cupola to his back on which they would ride. And for an elephant with a sensitive sense of smell, it was pure hell.
Granted on these wedding days the prime female of the human species would have all kinds of interesting smells as she washed herself with strange waters. It was nothing of consequence to him, just the smells of exotic flowers he rarely ever encountered, but fascinating nevertheless. That was the only reason he didn't throw them off with his trunk - the females were in fact very lovely for their species (which wasn't saying much), but he was sure in their mother's eyes they were the most beautiful thing. They also had a strong scent of being in heat, but the human's mating scent was odd. Reminded him of the fish in the river. And he wasn't a meat eater like the long tooths. He was only keen for green.
He was waiting for the wedding party to board into the cupola and go for the ceremonial ride from the temple to the place where the festival would be held. Then later he would give rides to the little ones. These he liked due to their good cheer and they actually still smelled nice. It was the older ones that had rotted with age and turned his trunk.
There were some other elephants present as well. Apparently this was an important human mating ritual, and there would be several elephants in the train. But being the biggest and strongest male, he was awarded the lead position. At least he didn't have to stare into the wrinkled ass of some old codger. He got his proper due by being at the head of- whoa! What was that? Hel-lo!
Gunjan turned his head to follow that scent. It was just a scant whiff, but oh my god, was that nice! Was the human female smelling like an elephant all of a sudden? Hoo boy, he'd fight the puny male for a good whiff of her! Stomp him in one step. Granted interspecies sex wasn't really up his alley, and besides he would drown her if it came to that. He had an inkling they used extract scents of beautiful flowers. If they were suddenly switching to elephant musk, well, he liked their taste in bream creams! Go humans! Hoo boy he would have trouble controlling himself today.
There it was again! Yet stronger. The wedding party was climbing up the makeshift steps to the platform on his back... no, it couldn't be them. This came from somewhere further away, upwind. Several of the long white boxes that rolled and belched horrible stinks were arriving, and more of the humans were getting out of them. Some of the male tiny two leggers were dressed in black leaves, and the females had selected much prettier multi-colored leaves. But the scent... that was serious vulva sauce, where was it coming from? He was beside himself. He tried to turn and look but his handler was grabbing his ear! OW! That hurt. Stupid human, don't you understand somewhere nearby is something pretty huge and tempting?
Oh my God! There it was again! Golly! Wowza! Umm, umm, yeah! That was no human, that was a female elephant with a damp patch, and boy was she in heat! She was just flinging it to the winds, c'mon big boy, how big a man are you!
He couldn't contain himself. Luckily the wedding party had just stepped aboard the cupola on his back when he decided to turn around a hundred and eighty degrees and figure out where the scent was coming from. Unfortunately the steps fell over and crashed to the ground, including a few of the handlers who were still on them, but honestly, couldn't they smell it? He let out a little shudder as he focused on where the momma wants a little lovin scent was coming from.
One of the handlers was screaming at him, pulling the hell out of his left ear, but honestly Gunjan really didn't care anymore about getting his ears pierced. Where was this lovely with the juicy sewer that he was smelling? More of the long white boxes were arriving, and behind him was the old codger he had imagined. Hold on grampa, he could see the old elephant's eyes lighting up as well. Look old man, he winked at him, at your age you'd just be shooting blanks and having heart attacks. Step aside and let a real bull handle this hot mama. And then, way past a parade of those white boxes, there she was. His knees almost melted. The sweet smell of desire hit him like a sledge hammer... actually more like the trunk of a tree. God, he must have her!
He began to move earnestly toward the lady with the heady scent. But the old codger was also trying to turn around, and his handlers were screaming and yelling as well. And they were inflicting all kinds of pains on Gunjan, so he finally took the one that was trying to pierce his ear and with his trunk sent him sailing. That'll teach him to fool around when an elephant is trying to answer the greatest of nature's calls.
Well the old elephant was becoming a nuisance, blocking his path. Gunjan didn't know what to do. This was crazy. She was dripping female juices and he just- oh god, he was besides himself with desire. Damn these white boxes. Could he step over them? He took a hesitant step, and though they slowly smushed in part way, he found he could easily step over them. Well, see! Where there's a will, there's a way. And he stepped up and over the first white box, and then moved onto the next. They slowly smushed under his legs as he walked on them. And strange squishy sounds came from inside, but he was making progress, and getting closer to the babe of his dreams. He could feel himself getting hard and unsheathed. C'mere mama, poppa's got a little plaything for you! Damn, damn, damn that's mighty fine!
As he began stepping on the white boxes, suddenly their wings flew open and the little screaming humans popped out to each side. The boxes smushed down even more as they did this, but he got the hang of it. Then something horrible happened. The human handlers of his love nest began to move her away from him. Nooooo! He now began to run over the white boxes, smush smush smush smush! No, bring her back! You damn humans! No!
He got closer and closer, finally stepping on the last box as the wings didn't quite open in time, helping to propel him back to the ground in a rush toward his treasured desire.
All he could see was her beguiling rear, her tiny flicking tail sending out a c'mon big boy, how do you like this thousand pound booty! He charged like a no limit platinum card and would have mounted her so hard, had not another pin prick hit his ear... always the ear, those damn humans, and just as he reached his lovely his head began to spin and he swooned and did a fairly nice swan dive to the dust and the earth, watching the wedding party fly into that booty he so desired... oh, it must have been those stinger bees that humans sometimes spit out, and then sleep, and sweet dreams. Ahhhhhh...
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