We have detailed demographic information about our readers, so one thing we know is that most of you reading this have fairly obscene and borderline illegal sex on an almost weekly basis. But no matter how nasty you like to get in your leather-studded Bone Chamber, there are multiple species of the animal kingdom who still put you to shame.
You're a guy, and you meet a cute girl at a bar, only to find that she has an asshole boyfriend with her. You can't compete with that guy. Unless...
You come up with a plan. You leave and put on a wig, a miniskirt and smear on some makeup. You come back, looking 100% woman, in a dark room, anyway. You wait until the girl slips off to the ladies' room. But you don't approach her; you approach her man.
"Hey big boy," you huskily whisper to the douche boyfriend, "how about we go to the alley out back and I'll show you I'm all woman. And not a dude in a wig."
Also known as the "Bugs Bunny Stratagem"
So you lead the Kevin Federline wannabe out behind the dumpster, and allow him to make passionate love to you until he is exhausted from the effort. He's spent, and now the girl is yours!
This is how every date goes if you are a gamma male stag beetle. The alphas, with their big, scary pincers, protect the females and fight for the right to mate. The less masculine gamma beetles don't have a chance, so they use pheromones to convince the alphas that they're ladies. Then they seduce them.
The whole point of seducing the male is to get his "little soldiers" out of the fray.
After the alpha male wastes his sperm on the transvestite beetle, he is uninterested in other females. With no sperm to compete with his and the alpha male passed out in post-sodomy afterglow, the gamma sneaks over to the female and has his way with her, knocking her up.
Totally worth it.
So you're a bee this time.
The good news is, you have a harem. The bad news is, they're all your sisters. Still, it's a pretty sweet deal--they feed you, clean you, and even protect you from burglars. You and your brothers are all unarmed, lazy, and helpless. Your sisters are a wonderful combination of bodyguard and maid.
Dude. Your sister.
But one day you hear a gorgeous princess is in town, flying through the air just waiting for some kind of awesome guy (like you!) to show her the time of her life. You win out over your brothers for the hand of the fine lady and eventually you're doing the horizontal Lambada. Things are going pretty well until it's time to pull out. You'll pull out all right...it's just your dick isn't going to pull out with you.
Instead, pulling out completely disembowels you. You're dead, but the lady doesn't care because--and this is where it turns into a goddamned Clive Barker novel--your dick stays inside her and continues banging her.
This mind-boggling horror is the sex life of the honeybee. The male's aedaegus (insect wiener) stays in the female, continuing to impregnate the princess so she can have like a million babies.
Some of you reading may be familiar with the fact that honeybee females only sting once, because the stinger remains in the victim. This is why males don't have stingers. The stinger on the worker bee and the penis on the male bee stem from the same basic developing parts. In both cases, penetration spells death.
Oh, and remember your brothers? The ones who didn't get laid, because you got to the girl first? When winter approaches, their sisters, all ten thousand of them, will kick their virgin asses out and let them freeze to death...or starve.
So, yeah, you still got the better end of the deal.
It's science: you have a better chance of getting lucky with a lady if she is ovulating. Whether you're a human, a tiger, or a giraffe. It's just that some of us take the whole thing more seriously than others.
After all, how in the world do you even figure out if she's ovulating in the first place? You could just ask her, but she probably doesn't know, and what kind of gentleman just comes out and asks that of a girl?
They sell strips that work like pregnancy tests, where the woman has to urinate on it, but say you're not a human and thus don't have fancy medical tests. No, clearly there is only one way. At some point, without her noticing, you need to find a way to subtly drink her piss.
Welcome to love, giraffe-style.
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Whenever a female giraffe is in heat, and therefore ovulating, certain hormones skyrocket. These hormones alter the flavor of her urine, and apparently the guy know that flavor well through lots of trial and error piss drinking. He just, you know, waits for her to go and sticks his head under there. Zoologists refer to it as the R. Kelly method.
They totally don't.
What we find hilarious about this is these are giraffes. Picture it. The guy's neck is like 20 feet higher than the part of the female that emits urine. We can imagine a rat or a dachshund sneaking a sip of a partner's piss, like in a crowd or something. But how the world does a giraffe curl its long-ass neck down there without making the lady giraffe ask him what the hell he's doing?
We were sure it'd be impossible to find a more horrifying mating ritual than the bees, but we think we've got it. You can thank the salmon. You've probably heard tale of how the salmon swim upstream to mate, but that's not painting the true, terrifying picture.
Let's say you and a bunch of friends make a journey to your childhood hometown for an orgy (look, you need to accept that the animal kingdom just has looser rules here). But the trip is dangerous--you'll have to trek across a wilderness filled with enemies, and the air at the destination will kill you if you breathe too much of it. So it's actually kind of like the fellowship in Lord of the Rings traveling to Mordor, only instead of saving Middle Earth, you're looking to grab lots o' strange titty.
By the time you make it to the destination, the trip has been so hard on you and your companions that everyone is wounded or literally rotting on their feet. You've been reduced to a whole bunch of horny zombies.
Oh, Google, you so crazy!
This mass of horny zombies congregates in a disgusting, debauched tangle of genitals and rotting flesh. And as soon as everyone is done sexing it up, the entire undead swinger's convention just drops dead.
Why in the hell do salmon go through this? Well, they're born in fresh water, but migrate to the sea as they mature. However, at some point in their adult life, a primal desire drives them to swim back to the freshwater they were born in to mate and lay their eggs. Even more amazing, the drive is synchronized in every generation, so everybody you grew up with as a salmon just starts leaving around the same time.
Something similar happens every May in small town Oklahoma.
In order to survive the journey and deal with the change from salt to freshwater, a lot of hormonal changes take place. Unfortunately, these changes practically destroy their bodies, turning them into zombie fish. What with all the swimming through treacherous, brackish water, surrounded by predators like bear, all while your own body starts shutting down...it's a wonder any of them even make it at all.
And once it's done, they all just die, like some kind of underwater Jonestown. The next generation will benefit by the increase in nutrients in the stream caused by a whole lot of parents-turned-fertilizer, ensuring that the next generation can live on and...die horribly as well?
"It's a life."
Could it possibly get any worse? Oh yeah, it can: sex for salmon is external and without anything we humans would regard as pleasure, which is why you should never even want to date a mermaid.
If only the other part was a girl.
To get a picture of the weird-ass dating scene for the triggerfish, we need you to think back to the time when you were an inmate in that all-women's prison. If you've never done time in one because you're not a woman, there have been multiple movies about the subject on Cinemax that you can refer to.
But you really shouldn't.
In that setting, like a regular prison, there's one woman who's bigger, stronger and meaner than everyone else. She is the baddest dude in a prison where there are no dudes.
Then, one morning she wakes up, goes to the ladies room (as if there's any other) to freshen up. Suddenly, her reflection is different; she is changed. She now has a five o' clock shadow and a David Hasselhoff-esque physique. What we're trying to say is that, by being the manliest of the women, her coin purse has magically become a burrito.
In triggerfish, there are no born males. Instead, females live in a large social group with a pretty simple hierarchy. Then, eventually, the toughest and most masculine female in a group transforms into a male. All the females in "her" vicinity become her harem.
If she dies, the second-toughest female transforms. The process is called "protogyny," which is basically Latin for "Transforming Cooter."
The advantages of protogyny is that instead of a bunch of males competing for dominance while the females invest in eggs, the most viable females will produce sperm and impregnate the other females. While all the other females invest energy developing embryos, the toughest female can use all her energy defending the group; because she doesn't develop embryos anymore, she makes sperm (a lot easier than being pregnant).
The triggerfish isn't the only protogynous creature, but it's the most insane, because the whole thing seems to be based on attitude. By having "balls" the fish gets actual balls.
Just one more way fish are better than rednecks.
If you polled most men as to what job would make a woman great in bed, chances are "gymnast" and "yoga teacher" would make it at the top. Statistically it's very unlikely anyone reading this has ever actually dated a world-class gymnast, but, you know, there is such a thing as imagination. It just seems like there are lots of, uh, possibilities.
Which brings us to the Chinese Fruit Bat. The female can do something that, as far as we know--and perhaps someone will link a video in the comments that proves us wrong--no human has ever done. Not even in porn. Because while "fruit bat" doesn't sound all that exotic, their mating habits are like something out of some kind of porno Cirque du Soleil.
First of all, the fruit bat is one of the only creatures other than humans that engages in oral sex, so it's already kind of unique. But what happens is the bats have actual intercourse--upside down, mind you--and during the act the female can bend her head down and give the guy oral pleasure... while he is still having sex with her. He doesn't stop the action. She can do both. Simultaneously.
Honestly, what would you even call that? Fifth base? A half n' half at once?
Wait a second. We just now figured out why vampires transform into bats.