Drink from the trough

Having been fed two bananas and about two apples, my stomach began signaling that maybe that was actually enough for breakfast. After my conversation with Stacey about the permanent residentship I still wanted to get out of here, but at least my immediate needs had been fulfilled.

I was still on all fours, and looked at the people who were watching me. I walked around a little bit on my hands and feet, and tried to growl to some of the children who were standing right at the other side of the mesh. The kids were maybe a little startled and ran back to their parents. But the zoo patrons basically just laughed. Maybe it was initially because of the reaction from the kids, but probably also because my growling didn’t really sound like a growl. No matter how much I tried, my vocal cords probably weren’t formed the exact same way as a lion’s. Nevertheless, my patronage was entertained.

While looking at my audience, I saw a mother feeding her baby a bottle of milk. They looked cute together. I thought about how as a baby you didn’t really have to think about anything. Everything is taken care of for you, the perfect life. “Maybe a little similar to what I’m going to have in the next few weeks?”, I thought.

Looking at the drinking baby reminded me of something else, I still needed to drink! The fluid provided by the apples had been nice, but it hadn’t been nearly enough to quench my thirst. I looked around the aviary. The aviary was pretty empty, whereas the other enclosures had been filled with foliage this cage was pretty barren. There was the trough that Stacey just filled and then there my own puddle of piss. I surely wasn’t going to drink my own piss, unless I was about to die of thirst or something like that.

I crawled towards the trough. I could of course try to drink some of it using my hands, but that wouldn’t be very animal like. Also, my hands still smelled like they’d been drenched in urine. After licking the lid of the bucket clean, sipping from the small trough wouldn’t be much different, would it? I lowered my face into the trough, which measured about 20x20 cm and had maybe 10 cm of water in it. It could probably water many birds at once, but I was just glad that my face fit between the edges.

Sipping and slurping I was finally able to get some fresh water into my mouth. I wondered if my tongue would still be able to reach the water after I had emptied the trough a little. If my tongue didn’t turn out to be long enough, was I going to have to wait for a zoo keeper to replenish it? I just continued to drink from the trough. After all, it had been a while since I had last drunk something, and the amount of water that entered my mouth with every sip was only a tiny amount.

Just after finishing this thought, I heard the pipe that was now right in front of me creak. As I heard the pipe, I noticed fresh water flow into the trough. I could only look at it in amazement, it was like magic. The trough was filled to the brink again automatically!

While sipping, my eyes moved from the water towards the visitors. There were less visitors than earlier, but still people kept coming and going. Still pointing at me, looking excited at how I was drinking the water. I stopped drinking for a moment and turned my head. Behind me were more people than I had expected, and they were looking really excited as well. Maybe not so much because of my drinking, but because they were getting a really good look at my pussy from up close?

A shiver went down my spine. Even just drinking water now was giving me and my pussy a thrill.