Goorillas in the Missed: Day 18

A Vintage Post, retrieved from Scrubbed Innocence

For a long time, I was not able to discern sexes amongst the goorillas. There are six of them. Their body shapes are all similarly paunchy, saggy, and dimpled. They all have the same amount of hair, sparsely located in the same places. None have visible genitalia, which made me guess all were female, yet all behaved in a confused, half-careless way, which seemed male. But then, today, I was the lucky, or unlucky, witness what I believe to be Goorilla copulation.

At daybreak, I watched a pair of goorillas waking from sleep. They tossed and turned next to each other, rubbing their eyes, wiping crusted drool from the corners of their poorly drawn mouths. One goorilla rolled onto all fours and began to nudge the other with its head. The resting goorilla arose and rolled itself onto all fours. I wish I could forget what happened next.

The first goorilla, whom I will now call the female, moved around behind the other, whom I will call male. The pair were now both on all fours, one in front of the other. The female, from behind, began head-butting the rear end of the male. Harder and harder, again and again, she rammed her head as hard as she could into the bare, wrinkled bottom of the male. She groaned with the force of each thrust as, slowly, her head began to make...well, headway. Her head was entering the male through his rectal opening. She became more and more excited, grunting and panting until, in the final stages, her entire head plunged deeply in and out of the male. I won't tell you what it sounded like. If I did, you would no longer be able to enjoy chewing your food.

The male's groans sounded increasingly panic-stricken until finally he screamed and rose up, arching his back to reveal the ejaculating genital. In size and appearance, it was strikingly similar to a fire Chee-toh. As the male screamed in what seemed abject fear, his minutia dribbled forth a bubbling black substance, which spilled onto the ground as the female withdrew her head from behind.

The male, looking down at the bubbling black goo, screamed again and ran away to hide from it. The female sniffed the ground, then rubbed one of her fingers in the small puddle until her finger was coated. She then inserted her finger into what I presumed to be her genital space. She repeated this procedure until the puddle had been exhausted. I could hear the male whimpering from his hiding spot.

I thought there must be a better way, but I surely wasn't going to teach them.