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The lynx sighed again, reaching up to adjust the fit of the cap atop her head. She hated the way it felt, but the zoo required it so that patrons would recognize her as staff; not that that matters, she figured, since I'm basically just a glorified janitor. Glorified? Not even that. Professional poopsmith, that's me. The rear of the broom's handle, resting against her shoulder, caught on the low-hanging overhead of the hallway leading in to the enclosure and snapped up and out of her grasp, immediately interrupting her thoughts and making her gasp and stumble all over again.

She looked behind herself, now halfway out into the afternoon sunlight, and shook a powerless fist up at the spot she had hit. First the issue with the parking spot, and then the squeaky door, and then_the fiasco at the cotton candy stand - why would they keep on using _plastic_cups? If only she could get one of the higher-ups to hear her idea, then maybe she'd get a bonus that would allow her to quit - leading up to this assignment to clean the snow leopard cages, _again... she reached up, yet again shifted her cap, and then huffed along the maintenance corridor towards the back of the enclosure. It was oppression, really, telling a lynx that they had to wear something to cover their ears or else risk penalties for disobeying the dress code. Do caribou have to wear the hat, too? What about bats? How do bats wear shirts? Hell, I need to check the documents for that, I bet I could have-

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"Nyeusi..."

Just the sound of her supervisor's voice crackling through the radio pinned to the shirt sent her eyes angling up towards the invisible Heaven far above. She sighed yet again, thumbed the button, forced herself to think up a response other than what, and pressed it in.

"Yes?" It was a little better.

"Make sure to revisit the cotton candy stall once you're done there, yeah?"

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Of course. "Yes, sir. Will do, sir. Then I can go home?"

"Then you can go home."

There was that, at least. Technically her shift had ended forty-seven minutes ago, and seeing as she was paid hourly she made extra certain to log all of her extra time in at least four different places so that they wouldn't "forget". But she loved the job enough to be able to proclaim through gritted teeth that she enjoyed it, and that was why she slogged forward into the hallway, crouched down into the restricted headroom while making certain to keep her broom out of the way this time, then fiddled around in the dark for the proper key to let herself into the enclosure.

The zoo had closed twenty-two minutes ago, and all of the animals in enclosures scheduled for cleaning had already been shifted back into their temporary holdings. For this reason Nyeusi continued on in without fear or hesitation, knowing that the rather playful, delinquent feral snow leopard would be prowling back out of reach in the little cavern constructed in the back corner, sealed behind bars likely too thick for his hilariously large paws to fit through.

And that was coming from a lynx.

She smirked as she rose back up to her full height - since, on her own, she was technically the tallest worker here instead of just_the shortest - and swung the broom back up into its place atop her shoulder. Nyeusi looked out across the space, her domain for the next however long it might take, and fiddled around in her pockets for her speaker. She was no longer allowed to stream her music to the zoo's intercom system, as it "aggravated the animals" and "derailed their natural homeostasis" and "was counterculture trash", but at least they let her keep this little thing. She rocked her balance onto her other footpaw, fished in her other pocket for her phone, tapped through a few screens, then waited until the song finally started and only _then got to work.

Back and forth she strode through the space, clearing first one section and then the next, pushing the debris into individual piles that she could come back and swipe up later. She would have to attend to the glass of the enclosure here as well; part of the way into her initial task the lynx paused to find the hose and proper head, then rummaged around in the nearby equipment shed for the rest of what she'd need. Upon her return the broom had slid off of the side of the cave mouth where she had left it, so she sighed, set the other supplies down by the window, and went over to pick it back up - then jumped as a huge mitten-like paw flashed out from the safety bars, coming within two inches of stripping the skin from her arm.

Two inches wasn't much, but in this case it was certainly more than she could comfortably handle. The lynx fell back onto her rear, nub tail flicking up with surprise, and glared through the bars at the mossy green eyes that flashed up at her. The snow leopard lounged on his side with his short muzzle held up close to the cave's mouth, the angle of his head making his upper lip curl halfway up to show thick, sharp curved fangs nestled between rich pink gums. Smooth, cool eyes flicked up to her face when she glared at him, with one of them blinking lazily, and then his tongue flopped out and ruined the illusion. Once more it was a dumpy zoo animal here in front of her, lounging on his back with one forepaw drawn up to his fluffy chest while the other stretched between the bars, trying impotently to reach for the toy that was Nyeusi's broom.

She shook her head, did her best attempt at a glare that would hopefully cross the language and intelligence barrier, and swiftly busied herself with her tasks again. The large feral rolled his head along the ground to follow her as she went, swiping back and forth with the broom; after a time she noticed his tail followed much the same rhythm, and he had slid over a bit to fold his big forepaws up over his chest. On Nyeusi went towards the other side, around the recessed pool in the center of the space designed to emulate a flowing mountain stream, and for a moment she managed to evade his appraisal for a while.

Then, though, those green eyes glittered in the darkness of the other side of the cave where he'd be able to see her more fully, the snow leopard keeping his head down and tail out. Little signals and flashes fired off in the back of the zookeeper's head, instinct and reflex passively judging, interpreting the animal's behavior.

Curiosity. Interest. A little bit of wariness, but not much. The animals get more worked up during the day with the big crowds than they do when one on one with us workers. There's invitation in his eyes. Whiskers show comfort, relaxation, and...

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Bit by bit she trailed herself closer to the cave mouth, attention split between her music, her work, and the snow leopard himself. He pressed himself against the bars upon her approach, plush fur squishing out into the spaces in between; thick whiskers jutted out and then bent back in as he pushed his head forward, drawing himself along in invitation.

Nyeusi paused nearby, broom clutched in the crook of her elbow, then reached down to pause the music playing from her speaker. Gradually she lowered herself down, tilted her head, and slowly reached out: the feral's ears perked and his whiskers came forward, then smoothed back a little bit. He poked his nose up close to the bars, wet pink flesh twitching as he sniffed at her; then he slid forward, tail hiked at the base to show what Nyeusi interpreted as friendliness, swung himself around -

-and spritzed the zookeeper straight through the bars, pert little sheath squeezing up against the underside of his body with his hind legs briefly lifting up off the ground, high pressure arcing out and across her muzzle, face, shoulders, and chest. Hot, rich spray coated her, immediately knocking her off-balance; she gasped and yelped, some of that foul, ammonia taste easily shocking across her bared tongue, sizzling at her nose. A dull pain echoed up her spine from where her rump impacted the stone floor, and she felt the heat of the stuff seeping in through the front of her shirt, also mandated by the dress code.

Shock, disgust, humiliation flooded through her. Coughing and spluttering, the lynx pawed at her face and tongue in trying to get the stuff off; when she did so, though, all she saw was that the mark had soaked through the fur of her paw as well, streaks of deep yellow piercing through brownish grey. Only afterwards did the disgust start to meld into disbelief, and she looked up to glare at the mischievous snow leopard; if a feral could smirk, her certainly did so, tail still raised - Nyeusi raised her other arm in front of her face - as he padded further back into the cave.

Oh well, she told herself. Oh well. I work with animals. This happens. This happens. It's just... a risk of the job, and... I...

As she stood back up to force herself back to her duties, though, the zookeeper noticed that her legs wobbled underneath her a little bit. Her fingers shook when she reached for the speaker again as well, and it took noticeably more work to push the broom along the floor... and sure enough, every now and then she just had to look back over to the cave throughout her task. When she knelt down before the glass to get to work there, then, she caught a little whiff of the sharp, acrid odor where it had dried into her shirt collar, and paused to tilt her muzzle closer.

It made her nose twitch and forced her snout to curl, one lip pulling up in mixed disgust and... what? She glanced up over her shoulder once more, saw nothing within the cave, and waited there in case that would change. At one point she thought she saw a wisp of movement back in the shadows, but then nothing more. So she waited even longer, soapy water dripping down along her paw, warm and pleasant, the scent tickling at her nose and humidity soaking into her fur just like the feral's mark.

Suddenly Nyeusi came back to herself, and shook her head. What was she thinking? The warmth of a blush tinting her cheeks and tufted ears, the lynx turned back and tried to lose herself in her work. Another fifteen, maybe twenty minutes and she could be back on her way home. A quick dinner, a few episodes of something on the TV, maybe some personal time afterwards, and then on into bed to start the process anew in the morning.

That sounded good. Nyeusi felt her thoughts wandering back to the snow leopard once more and yet again forced herself back. Disgusting little beast. Foul creature, just a dumb animal, a stupid wild cat...

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Nyeusi gasped and shook all over, thighs clamping tight around the paw buried there between her legs. She bit her lip, swallowed, jerked again, and just barely managed to suppress a tight, breathy moan as it trickled out between her teeth. Seconds later her hips gave another thrust and shiver, soon followed by yet another. Wet warmth soaked against her palm and flowed down into a puddle along the bedsheets, but still she wasn't yet done.

She had dated a snow leopard once, back when she worked at the snow cone stand in the mall. Piece of shit, but the dick was fantastic, and he certainly knew how to use it. The lynx swallowed, throat a little dry, and spread her legs further apart, fingers slipping up and then reaching down to spread herself again. The thought, the memory of soft fur over lines of muscle sinking down atop her, the sensation of hair-soft barbs slipping up between sensitive lips, the weight and heat of another body on her own... suddenly shifting, morphing to what she imagined it might feel for a _feral_to be atop her instead.

Not something she had ever thought of or considered before, but here it took place within her fantasy as clearly as if it were actually happening. Or, almost as clearly, she figured, for nothing would ever be able to replicate the real thing. The lynx swallowed, changed paws between her legs, brought this one up to her muzzle to lap off the warm, musky slickness, then imagined she caught a whiff of that bright, sharp mark where it had soaked into her fur. Maybe she really had, and it was more than imagination: she usually saved her showers for the morning instead of right after work, since as soon as she got home all she wanted to do was abandon all her responsibilities and just veg out.

Tonight that worked in her favor. She rolled her shoulder in a little closer, dug her nose around in thick fur, felt her shampoo and perfume and natural body odor - and then abruptly that flash of bitter acridity leapt back into the forefront of her awareness, sizzling up her nostrils and stinging the back of her throat. A deep, shivering moan vibrated out from her chest and she arched her back, imagining the beast's body pressing down on her above, mind moving around the different arrangement of the limbs, the angles of the legs, the proportions. That long, ropelike tail wrapping up and down one of her legs, squeezing behind her knee, pulling her closer; she imagined his stinking cat breath puffing out across her cheek and neck, which led her into thoughts of those thick fangs nipping at her skin through her fur, or clamping down on her shoulder.

Thoughts of whiskers tickling her cheek and ear, of thick sandpaper tongue dragging up along the underside of her chin. She tilted her head up and to the side, adjusting how she lay for the imaginary animal on top of her; legs spread a little bit further, hips hefted up and off the bed, fingers working fast and hard at herself, other paw now resting across her chest to squeeze and massage one of her breasts. All of these images swirled and muddled together, becoming confused and mixed - and in another few seconds she shuddered, squeezed, then bucked and gasped, yet again soaking her paw, her thighs, and the mattress underneath her in the throes of her peak.

Exhausted, a little bit dizzy, remnants of those thoughts thrumming in the back of her head mixing with confusion and guilt and embarrassment, the lynx reached over with her paw, paused to wipe it off on the bed, and slipped her phone from the nightstand. She cursed and blinked against the brightness of the screen, then went through the menus and messages...

"hey, something came up, i'll have to take a night shift tomorrow into the next day. let me know the openings and i'll see yall then"

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And only after she sent it did the reluctance and hesitation start to settle in. Fear and dread, the knowledge that she was about to do something she really shouldn't warring with this strange, unwarranted want and desire... it shamed her to think about, but throughout the rest of her shift tonight and then even afterwards she just couldn't stop thinking about that damn snow leopard. The way he looked at her when she finished washing the windows, how he padded confidently out of the caves when she opened the doors, how he stood there all self-assurance and regal beauty when she passed by the freshly cleaned enclosure on her way out. Thinking of him still sent a shock of annoyance and disgust through the back of her mind, but at the same time there was this undeniable stir and shiver down in her abdomen, sizzling in her loins.

Hell, on the drive home she had gotten caught up at a red light with one paw in her pants, and only realized the light had turned when someone honked at her...

Nyeusi heaved a sigh, wiped her paws off on her legs again - no issue with that if she was just going to shower tomorrow morning - and rolled over to try to get to sleep, heart still pounding with the exertion. All around her floated the airy, musky scent of herself, the so-familiar twinges of feline arousal soaked into her sheets and fur. The longer she lay there, eyes closed and deliberately trying to shift herself away from everything else, the more she could pick out the damn feral's mark buried beneath her own scent, poking its way through her presence just like he had done for her thoughts this evening.

She was going to dream about him tonight. Nyeusi knew this already, and it annoyed her. She grumbled, shifted how she lay again, and once more closed her eyes.

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As it turned out Nyeusi did indeed dream of that snow leopard, and she also did not shower. Her supervisor had replied to her later in the night with some complaint about her late notice, but by the time she would have gone in for her normal shift had one further off in the evening arranged for her, so the lynx took the opportunity to sleep in and enjoy herself a little bit more.

There was a visible stain in the bedsheets from what she had done the previous night. Seeing it, and remembering her resolve afterwards, she felt that reluctance start to creep back in and immediately went to distract herself. Try as she might, though, the snow leopard was always there in the back of her mind.

At one point while sitting on the couch waiting for the hours to roll by, still clothed in nothing but the loose pajamas she had thrown on in the morning, she had fallen down a rabbit hole on her phone of images and stories relating to the subject, and spent a good twenty or thirty minutes leaning back with her legs spread, one paw beneath the waistband of her pants and panties with the other clutching her phone and scrolling through the page, eyes wide, breath heavy in her chest. Afterwards part of her wondered if she really should go and shower, to scrub off this clinging scent of wild arousal and desire; will my coworkers be able to smell it on me? Should I run by the store and see if I get any weird looks?

But then some greater part of her rebelled against the idea.No, she resolved, I shouldn't. He'll want to learn what I smell like. Animals are into that, aren't they? Then again the shock of consciously recognizing this thought, this impulse, soon followed by the crawling nervousness and reluctance... if I'm gonna be running night shift tonight, I really ought to take a nap.

So Nyeusi went, and tried, and rolled around a few times, and dozed off every now and then. First she dreamt that she was already out at work, trudging down through the low-ceilinged hallway towards the back of the enclosure; then she jerked awake with the familiar sizzle of arousal bouncing through her body, then managed to ignore it this time and drift back off only to then find herself lying on the floor of the enclosure itself. This time, though, the zoo was open and a crowd had gathered, and as dream-Nyeusi stood up and yawned, she stretched herself out, felt her tail flick behind her...

Tail. She remembered glancing back and seeing the length of it, silver-grey speckled and barred with patches of sooty black; confused, she tried to ask what was going on, but instead felt only a deep rumbling growl ooze from her throat. She strode forward, forepaws and hindpaws working in tandem, and brushed the side of her broad, feral body up against the freshly cleaned glass of the enclosure, much to the delight of some kids standing nearby. The female snow leopard straightened up at a noise from behind her, turned her head with her whiskers forward, waited - and in another moment saw the male slink his way out from the cave, head high and shoulders back, gait confident.

Green eyes fixed on her, and his mouth opened in greeting... and Nyeusi the lynx jerked as her phone beneath her pillow vibrated, the noise harsh through the material. Blearily she slid it out, tapped at the screen, glanced at the time, and noticed that her bedroom had become enshrouded almost completely in the moody darkness of approaching evening.

What a day full of absolutely nothing. With the worker in her regretting the choice to change her schedule tonight, wondering if she would be able to call in sick, she dragged herself out of bed and into her uniform for the day - or the night - and yet again kept herself from passing through the shower. She did give herself a few extra sprays of deodorant for good measure, though, and then in another twenty minutes after one quick snack stuffed in the mouth and another stuffed into the shirt pocket, she was out on her way.

It took until she was pulling into the zoo's parking lot to realize that her mind felt clearer now than it had throughout the rest of the day: she could think about that snow leopard, and the nasty way he had spritzed her like an employee at the perfume section in the mall - just as sudden, just as unwanted, just as regrettably enjoyable later - without getting lost in a string of shameful thoughts. And as such, confidence bolstered her step as Nyeusi strode in through the employee entrance, nodding her greetings to coworkers she recognized as they made their way out.

The zoo just had a different feeling to it at night, where all the droning roar of common conversation and visitation faded away to the not-so-natural noises of the mixed wildlife. Really, when she didn't have her music running Nyeusi almost felt at home here, wandering through the emptied pathways and open roads of the exhibits. Usually she was part of the cleanup crew immediately after closing, and in an attempt to alleviate the annoyance of having to do such work, she liked to pretend that she was a survivor of some great apocalypse picking up the pieces, the remnants of civilization left behind in this place where nature had begun to stake its claim... and then she'd inevitably pass by one of her coworkers, share a smile and a wave or a little chat, and then she was back again.

Her supervisor had already sent her tasks for the night, and as the lynx looked through her phone again she was expecting to feel a little twinge of disappointment that she wouldn't be taken by the snow leopard's enclosure. If anything, though, there was just a little bit of relief, and then it was out of her mind. She picked herself up, looked around at the signs, and went on her way.

Gradually the night deepened, the pale lights around the pathways dimming for the reduced-consumption mode only to accommodate other nighttime workers like her. One by one she knocked off her tasks, taking little breaks in between as the park continued to empty out until Nyeusi was almost certain that she was the last one remaining. In between swishes of her broom she'd pause, lean forward, and perk her ears, listening to the sounds of wind in the trees, the twittering of exotic birds in the distance, the occasional hoot of some other unidentifiable animal among their menagerie... and nothing that she could recognize as manmade.

Satisfaction and delight blossomed through her. She picked her broom back up and continued on her way, this time leaving her music off so she could enjoy the stillness and solitude. Her nap had left her refreshed and energized, and Nyeusi found that she strode through the familiar pathways and mazelike structure of the zoo with ease and delight -

-and then paused when she found that her inattentive wanderings had brought her just out front of the same enclosure as the day before. She froze there, curiosity vibrating through her, and first glanced around the pathways and then up into the glass itself. Neither showed anything to her. Nyeusi's heart thumped in her chest, her breath caught in her throat, her tall ears jutted upright with her whiskers forward and out. She waited another moment, held her breath until she was certain she was alone, and then bustled in towards the maintenance tunnel.

The further she went, the quicker her heart beat, and the less she could believe she was actually doing this - yet at the same time, neither could she stop herself. Nyeusi crouched down underneath the low ceiling, her broom left leaning against the outside wall, and then fumbled with her keys until she found the one for the tunnel. Within the enclosure what few sounds prevailed throughout the zoo felt further distant and muted, separating this little space from the rest of the world outside.

Nervous now, unsure if she should keep on going or head back, Nyeusi crouched down close to the ground while looking around. Nothing yet, though it was a snow leopard's greatest strength to blend in to his surroundings; she gazed over each and every little bump in the rocks, the folds in the ridges, first one entrance of the cave as she passed by and then the other. Instinctively she sniffed at the air, trying to find any wisp of the scent that truthfully still simmered within the fur of her shoulders and muzzle, trying to track her way towards wherever the beast might be.

Then a sensation jerked down her back and out through her little nub-tail, shooting the lynx's shoulders back and ears up. She swallowed, blinked, turned her head, brought a paw halfway up in defense... and saw the feral lying there behind her, sprawled out on his side with his forepaws held in front of him. Those cool green eyes appraised her again, never once looking away from her face; he lapped at his chops, squirmed, squirmed again, and managed to roll himself over onto his back, long tail swishing between his bent hindlegs.

Nyeusi glanced up again, towards the door that she had made sure to lock behind herself. Then she looked over towards the glass - despite having cleaned it yesterday, the pale lights of the park paired with the natural quality of the material meant it still looked a bit foggy - and across the enclosure towards the other corner, and only then started to creep towards the reclining feline. She expected him to abruptly flip over and bear down on his haunches, to pose into a defensive stance, but all he did instead was continue squirming and writhing, moving and wriggling until his legs fell further open, plastering them nearly flat to the cool stone ground.

This naturally drew the zookeeper's eyes to one place in particular, nestled right there in the open field revealed. Plump, pert pouch, white fur puckering forward towards sleek, pinkish-brown skin slick with recent piss, then underneath there hanging close to his body, jiggling gently with each of his movements, the same fluffy pair that Nyeusi had gotten a brief eyeful of the night before.

She felt her embarrassment rise to her cheeks again, yet still couldn't stop her advance. The lynx rested her phone and speaker to the side, crawled forward slowly on all fours, crept around to the other side of the snow leopard, then froze as he turned his head to follow her. He lapped at his chops, flicked his whiskers, yawned widely yet silently, then swished his tail again... and waited.

For her. The rest of the zoo fell away, and in that moment it was just the two of them here: feral snow leopard sprawled out on his back, everything on display, and then Nyeusi the zookeeper crawling closer, now finally able to pick his rich, bestial scent up on the air, a dry, airy musk wafting from between his legs overlapping the much brighter and sharper touch of his piss.

It was a foul, bitter scent, one that made her lip curl with disgust, and yet the lynx still couldn't help draw herself in closer. She kept her eyes on his as she slid up between his spread legs, nervous that those huge paws would flash down and grip her muzzle at any moment, but if anything the feral just slowly relaxed as she drew closer. Nyeusi pulled in a breath, felt the tingle of animalistic musk there in the back of her throat, let her eyes flutter shut, licked her lips, leaned forward a little further... and then shivered with deep, primal delight at the first touch of plump, fur-coated heat pushing in against her nose and lips, the shape of the other cat's sheath melding gently, thickly around her. Soft at the exterior with a distinct firmness hidden inside, twitching gently; she dug around a bit, drawing her muzzle first to one side and then the other, finding the bulge and shape of his protruding sheath so she could follow it up towards the tip, then back down again. Those balls held close to his body yet still swung and bounced as she nosed around, eagerly breathing in through her nose and then sighing out through parted lips.

Familiar indulgent arousal flooded through her. Nyeusi pressed her paws up into the snow leopard's haunches to spread him further, now digging her muzzle up between and around his balls, feeling them against her lips, letting her jaw come open so she could trail her tongue around first one, then the other, and then both. She went on almost by pure instinct, thoughts and hesitations warring against the actions of her body, heart thumping in her chest and mind going wild as she seemed to watch herself from a distance between the feral's hindlegs, suckling gently at his sack, drawing the warm, salty flavor of sweat and musk and the day's grime out through his fur so that it spread within her mouth. Nyeusi swallowed, grimaced, swallowed again, then slid her nose up along his sheath again: a little point of glistening pink had pressed its way free from the lips at the end, spreading that slightly darker flesh open.

Scent strengthened, and in that moment, her fears started to trickle away just as a little spritz of the same warm yellow from the previous day jetted out from that tapered tip and into the snow leopard's fluffy bellyfur. His forepaws squeezed in along his chest, with the feline giving an appreciative little rumble and a flick of the ears. Nyeusi's nose twitched with the sharpness, still strange and unfamiliar to her yet deeply, inexplicably inviting.

Sure, she had done some rather adventurous things with her past partners, and had thought and fantasized about even more. The lynx pulled herself up a little bit further, rested her weight onto one elbow, flicked her hair back out of her face, and leaned in closer, now running her lips up along the rim of the feral's sheath, rumbling softly as he rolled over onto his side to allow her easier access. He angled his body, adjusted his hips, flexed his paws, flicked his tail - and then sprayed again, this time jetting out across her nose, lips, and muzzle.

Nyeusi reflexively jerked back underneath the sudden burst of rich, acrid heat, eyes stinging, mouth curling. But as quickly as she drew back did she push herself back in again, now expecting and welcoming the mark, turning her head one way and then the other as the feral squirted across her, dousing her fur in thick, liquid yellow, soaking in and then coursing down so it dripped off her chin and caught along her shoulders and shirt. It felt almost as though she had just pinched either side of his sheath and drawn the supple wet skin forward around her nose: every breath carried the heavy, curling odor of fresh piss and moist flesh, musk and mark mixing together, muddling her thoughts, driving her deeper and deeper.

Then another spurt directly against her mouth, and another... and then before she could stop herself the lynx closed the distance, wrapping her lips around that revealed tip until she pushed down against the skin of his sheath. Soft little barbs grazed along her tongue, catching and holding, _suggesting_that she stay there rather than digging painfully. She couldn't help but wince and scrunch her eyes tight when he sprayed again, then again, and then finally gave way to a longer, steadier stream, intense foul heat simmering out across the roof of her mouth and then the base of her tongue, filling up, burning the interior of her cheeks.

At this angle she couldn't see the snow leopard's response, but still she could feel the deep, thrumming self-satisfaction in him, from the way one of his hindpaws kicked and twitched to how his shaft slowly coaxed further out between her lips, brushing free from his sheath and tightening there. Nyeusi shivered, felt her shoulders come up, tried to swallow a little bit of the hot fluid that smelled and tasted like stale paint thinner, gagged, spluttered, then managed it. Then again, and again, so hot it felt like it seared her throat as it went down, and so she could feel it bubbling and burbling down in her belly.

Panting, gasping, Nyeusi pulled back then, and now let the feral's stream arc out across her muzzle, coursing down around her snout and dripping from the tufts of fur at her cheeks. Arousal, indulgence, delight all throbbed through her; she straightened up, one paw remaining at the base of his sheath to angle him up towards herself, and moved the other to fervently work at her belt and pants. This was a two-hand job, though, and she pulled back to deal with that while the other cat idly drained himself into the frothy puddle that continued to flow down along the stones.

His piss had soaked into her paw by the time she had wrestled her pants open, and for a moment Nyeusi just crouched here, head raised and ears perked, dripping sharp scent from her lips while she rubbed that wet heat against herself, fully aware that she was soaking her panties with the stuff as well. It still looked like nobody was around, so she scrambled halfway up, yanked her pants and underwear down towards her knees, then somewhat awkwardly positioned herself over the reclining feral. Green eyes glittered up at her and the cat rolled his hips front and center again, not even caring that the rest of his stream sprayed out against his own belly and tinted the snow-white fur there the same deep yellow.

Am I really about to do this? she thought, one paw pressing down into the thick ruff of his chest, the other reaching back to keep herself balanced. It was an odd position having her pants only part of the way down like this - she couldn't fully spread her legs, and felt like she might snap the waistband at any moment - but hunger thrummed through her like nothing else, even with the awful bitterness of the snow leopard's fresh mark still burning at the interior of her mouth and stinging her throat. She felt a little bit woozy, a little bit dizzy, but still couldn't keep from grinding herself up between his legs, feeling the warmth of those balls and then the weight of his sheath, and then the little barbs along his revealed length, like the sandpaper grip of another feline's tongue but broader, softer, gentler.

Nyeusi took in another gasp, breath tainted with the weight of his piss, then grinded her hips forward, angled herself down, felt the last of that spray dribble out over her lower belly, reached down to keep his sheath in place... and then pressed down onto him. Thick, intense heat zapped up into her, both through slick, sensitive walls squeezing around his little barbs as well as from the mark that still jetted up and out of him. Underneath her the feral squirmed, his head rolling back and broad tongue coming out to lap over his chops again; Nyeusi felt him strain, squeeze, and push, then do so again to ensure that he had emptied out the last of his bladder over, around, and now into her.

She swallowed, throat dry despite the mouthful of acrid drink she had just been given, and pressed her paw down into the fluff of his chestfur. Balancing herself there, the lynx started to rock herself forward and back, lips slipping warm and wet against the end of his sheath. Each time she drew forward she felt those barbs drag along her inner walls, at once making her grit her teeth and gasp while still sending a sweet, hot shiver of pleasure out through her loins. When she opened her eyes Nyeusi looked out across the otherwise empty enclosure, the only noise the quiet burbling of the automated waterfall in the corner and the buzzing of the pale lights outside; she glanced down and saw the beast's muzzle twitching and moving to meet her gaze, the shape of his head, his muzzle, his eyes, his mouth so subtly yet powerfully different, so innately bestial. There was no way she could deny it to herself that this was indeed a feral underneath, inside of her.

And she loved it. She swallowed again, every time able to feel the mark of his piss on her tongue as well as taste it, and leaned back with one paw keeping him inside of her while she rode. Each time she pushed down against him his limbs twitched, tightening in towards his broad body, and a little rumble echoed in his throat. He lifted up into her when she pressed down and sank back, then shuddered and kicked a forepaw when she dragged forward - which still made her reflexively tense up around him, walls squeezing tight around his length, sealing him firmly inside.

The proportions were different from what she was used to, as was the angle, the sensation, the scent, the knowledge, and it all drove her further. Nyeusi swallowed again, mouth hanging open with some mixture of drool and piss rolling down from her fur and off her chin; she tossed her head back, felt him slip out of her, messily managed to slip him back in, and continued further. It was an odd sensation, feeling as though she might break his lanky, smaller form underneath her, yet then she pushed down and felt the rigid solidity of streamlined feral musculature and his lithe, limber form.

What a beast, she thought, breath in her throat, pleasure surging. What a creature. The way he's looking at me, lips back, tongue curled... predator's eyes and hungry fangs. I can smell his breath, and every time I swallow I can taste his piss. How did this happen? When did this happen? I feel like I'm-

Nyeusi shuddered all over, sucked in another gasp, and tossed her head back, once more flinging her hair out of her face. She pressed both paws down against the feral's lower belly, tight with sleek muscle, and hilted herself down onto him until she felt the thick skin of his sheath fold back against her body. She swallowed again, licked the drool from her lips, leaned forward over him, planted her paws beside his head on the cool stone of the enclosure floor, rode down into him faster and harder, more aggressive, more urgent; briefly she thought about what it would feel like to have that broad tongue inside her mouth, sharp sandpaper flesh dragging along the roof of her mouth, the underside of her own tongue, the interior of her cheek, swapping her saliva for his thicker, stickier slickness.

This was the thought that finally drove her over the edge, paired with another quick, rough tug up and then press back down. Arousal sizzling with intense desire and the odd, vague discomfort from his barbs, the zookeeper gasped once more, tightened around him, shuddered, shivered, then bucked, and did so again, and again, and again, her muscles clamping down and trembling around him, the force of her peak ricocheting through her body. Suddenly her paws were on his shoulders, or where his shoulders would have been were he not a feral beast; instead her fingers dug into soft, plush fur, squeezing in against the smooth malleable shape of his body's different structure underneath.

The snow leopard grinded and squirmed beneath her, his chest similarly heaving in unsteady panting. Nyeusi licked her lips, legs and arms shaking, and moved to pull herself up off of him. Her body wanted to continued to squeeze around him, making her wince and grimace against the feeling of those barbs dragging along her already sensitive inner walls, yet after a while she managed to lift herself free - then gasped and blushed at the distinct sensation of something slipping down out of her. She glanced down to watch herself emptying out across the snow leopard's still hard shaft, a loose mixture of rich yellow and pale, milky white dribbling free from where he had dumped into her.

She felt... something, though holding herself here above this animal, cloaked in his mark, carrying his seed, able to feel the warmth of his piss still in her belly and the sizzling pleasure of his barbs where they had tugged at her from inside... the zookeeper shook her head and scrambled to get dressed again, tugging her pants right back up her legs without bothering to wipe herself off. That was a mistake: as soon as she yanked them into place she felt all of that sticky wetness suck up against her all over again, squishing out between her thighs and seeping into her pubic fur.

Technically she still had some work to do. Nyeusi stumbled where she stood, legs wobbling underneath her, and strode as quickly as she could over towards the maintenance tunnel. Shaky paws struggled to unlock the door, then she knocked her head on the ceiling as she passed through, and tripped over where she'd left her broom, then realized she'd forgotten to go back and lock it again behind her, and then strictly avoided looking over at the snow leopard behind his glass when she passed by again. Humiliation and embarrassment now flooded through her as thoroughly as his scent and mark had, with each movement wafting that sharp, distinctive scent right back up through her awareness.

It floated off of her on the walk through the park, then rode with her on the drive back The familiar scents of home did nothing to combat it, and even when she turned the shower on and threw herself beneath the rushing steam, at first it just strengthened and sharpened, until Nyeusi caught herself with one shoulder against the tiled wall, legs shaking around a paw down between her thighs working fast and hard like before, breath in her throat, eyes shut, body and mind both recalling the sensations and situation until she shuddered and jerked all over again, then had to spend a few more minutes catching her breath.

By the time she climbed into bed she thought she could still smell him on herself, especially on those fingers that had just dug back in between still-tingling sensitive flesh. There was the light, floral notes of her fresh shampoo, overlaying something deeper, darker, sharper that wrapped around her and helped lull her to sleep... and, of course, right back into the snow leopard's enclosure amid some swirling, tumultuous dream, there and then gone like a popped balloon at the sound of her alarm the next morning.

Nightshift the previous night meant that her shift today started a bit later than usual, but still not quite enough for Nyeusi to be comfortable. Her half-asleep body instinctively made its way over to the bathroom, yet right after she turned on the shower she remembered that she had already taken one the previous night, even if she didn't quite smell like it.

On the drive in Nyeusi nearly missed the turn into the zoo, as she was covering a wide, breathless yawn with her eyes closed. The exhaustion from her upset schedule and the exertion of the previous night squeezed in at each and every one of her muscles: her thighs ached, her throat was sore, her nub-tail wouldn't quite go all the way down, and she _still_felt some of the sizzling tingle left over from his barbs. Every time that thought crossed her mind she felt a familiar twitch and stir in her loins, and embarrassment warred with arousal and concern all over again.

Of these, nervousness began to prevail the closer she came to getting to work, with the lynx actually pausing within view of the employee entrance and wondering if she should just turn around and go home right then and there. Another shock on the drive in came from her abruptly recalling that the zoo kept camera systems watching most of the grounds, and then she wondered if there was a recording of her debauching this poor animal floating around somewhere.

Although, another voice back in her head told her, it was more him doing it instead of you... but that kind of defense never really held up. She jumped as one of her coworkers slid past her, a slim wild dog with mismatched eyes that trailed up and down over her muzzle.

He paused, one speckled paw reaching out towards the door. "Whoa. Everything okay there?"

"Huh?" Nyeusi swallowed, blinked, and shook herself out. "Oh. Yeah. I was just... thinking."

"Hard work, isn't it?" The wild dog flashed a grin, paused once more, then went to hold the door open for both of them. "Did you hear? We might have to bring the doctor in today."

That shocked the lynx back to awareness. She stared at him. "What?"

"Yeah. One of the cats is misbehaving."

"Cats?"

"Uh huh. Leopard, I think. Snow leopard."

The world closed in around her. Once more Nyeusi felt as though all that existed was herself and the other feline, and she couldn't even see him. Thoughts and fears clashed through her, and her heart dropped into her belly. "What happened?"

The other zookeeper shrugged. "Dunno. Just being a bit bitchy today. Hasn't bit anyone yet, but also isn't letting anyone get close. They'll figure it out, though." He turned to the side to squeeze past another pair of workers going the other way. "What've you got planned for today?"

"I've, uh..." She hadn't actually checked. Nyeusi swallowed. "Gotta clean the snow leopard enclosure."

"Didn't you just do that the other day?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Hah." He grinned. "Good luck getting close to that foul little thing. They might make you wear the gloves."

And so they did indeed. The large, thick chainmail things reaching up to her elbows and affixed there by buckles and straps, so that a worker could bear the brunt of claws or fangs and only feel the pressure of the impact instead of the actual sharpness. It wasn't ideal to receive such treatment, but it was certainly better than going without. She tried to peek through the glass at the beast, yet couldn't quite find where he was hiding; the other workers around the place parted to let her through, exasperation and annoyance showing on their muzzles and in their voices when they explained the situation.

"Just, like, growling and yowling..." "Nobody can even get close, it's like-" "Maybe he's sick or something?" "Are we gonna have to put him down?"

So many different thought and worries stirring in her head, many of them similar to the ones she'd wrestled with for the past day now mixing with others, and all of them coming from the same indescribable, unrecognizable source. Nyeusi sighed, wiggled her fingers in the mail gloves, and looked back to everyone crowded into the tunnel.

"I'll try my best," she offered, realizing she had no idea what she was about to do. She just worked here; she wasn't any kind of behavioralist or anything like that. "Can you - like, I dunno, disperse? Maybe the crowd is making him anxious?"

It was a bullshit suggestion and she knew it. This was a _zoo_animal. Everyone else looked at her warily, and she couldn't tell whether they had left or not when the door opened and she went in. The enclosure stood still and quiet save for the rumbling of that waterfall, and the lynx cast her eyes back and forth, back and forth over the space so much more familiar now than before.

It was always a bit of a puzzle searching for a snow leopard in his natural environment. The zoo ran little activity panels for kids about that.

Not seeing him anywhere out in the open Nyeusi looked over towards the cavern openings, and thought she saw a flicker of movement - and then a sparkle of bright predator's eyes. Her heart leapt in her chest and her little tail flicked. She glanced back over her shoulder at the entrance, took in a breath, then slowly, carefully strode over there, crouching down as she did so to make a smaller figure of herself. It was hard to keep her ears up and whiskers forward, displaying confidence as well as a feigned comfort though she knew that he would be able to tell otherwise.

Her nose tickled. She slowed, swallowed again, opened her mouth a little bit to draw the warm, musty air in through parted lips, and then somehow felt all these different impressions and implications from that alone. Another dash of movement from further back in there followed by a low, rumbling growl, enough to make the fur on the back of her neck rise and to feather her stubby tail. Then he prowled forward, all threatening grace taking form in the shadowed space of the artificial cave, ears back, lips curled, back arched.

Then his eyes fell on hers, he sniffed at the air, and all of that disappeared. His tongue flicked out to lap over his chops, he lowered his head, and then the feral tossed himself down onto his side, legs going up and out, immediately bringing into view the one thing that Nyeusi knew she wouldn't be able to ignore.

She held her mail-coated paws out towards him. "Are you - gonna behave?" she murmured, knowing that if he couldn't understand the words, then the tone of voice could at least help. "I've got other shit to do today, okay? And everyone's worried. What happened last night - it's not going to... ah..." Slowly she started to creep backwards, swiping her footpaws along the dusty ground. "I can't do anything else for-"

The snow leopard moved as if to leap forward towards her, though for once no animosity shone in those mossy eyes. Just expectation and confidence; he knew that she was going to follow him, knew that she would obey. Nyeusi looked behind herself again, noting that the hall to the maintenance corridor was out of view and that nobody else had come in to watch... and, with a heaved sigh she moved in towards him again, one paw moving over to strip off the mail glove from her other. Seeing her approach, the snow leopard rolled back over onto his side and lifted one hind leg, yet again showing plump sheath and sack where they rested along his inner thigh.

And yet again, warm barbed pink poked out from the end of that sheath, twitching softly, glistening in what light came in through the mouth of the cave. Whenever Nyeusi looked back or made a move to leave the leopard crept in closer towards her, head tilted, tail lashing.

She understood. She got it. Do this for me or you'll regret it. Something along those lines. And she couldn't deny that the thought of it instilled the same foul attraction and arousal in her that she had felt over these past few days, especially as the zookeeper drew closer and wrapped herself in the heavy, cloying cloud of airy musk that wafted up from his revealed length, caught here within the tight space of the cave.

Nyeusi swallowed again. "Okay," she hissed, "o_kay._Just - lay back, and... I'll..."

It was blisteringly hot again, sizzling against her bare fingerpads when she brushed down against it. Soft, almost rubbery barbs slid back and forth over her skin, leaving little lines of texture where they had bitten; she slid back and forth, smearing her paw as well as his lower belly in the dripping, oozing pre, thin and liquid. That had its own scent as well, one that hit her as just as familiar as the rest of him; she leaned in closer, ran her forefinger and thumb down towards the lip of his sheath to squish it back, drew the rest of his length out into the stifled air, squeezed and stroked and rubbed.

The feral rolled more fully onto his back and closed his eyes beneath the attention, satisfaction and enjoyment evident in his posture, his noises, his expression, his scent. Before long he started churning and thrusting his hips as well, and Nyeusi found her thoughts drifting to what it might feel like to have those hips doing that right up against her own, with her on her back or on all fours. Now she knew from experience what these little barbs felt like grasping at her insides, tracing and rubbing back and forth just like they did across her fingers. This warm tingling, this roughness paired with a sizzling delight, the arousal that continued to simmer and grow within herself even though her other paw still clad in the thick mail made no move towards herself.

He lurched, rolled from side to side, arched his back up off of the ground, closed his eyes, let his lips curl back again... and then in a few more minutes the lynx felt all of that tension burst and spray from deep within his body, jetting out across his snowy white fur and splashing over the stone underneath him. The feral rumbled deep in his throat and then huffed out through flared nostrils, a chainsaw purr audible throughout the cavern. After a moment he looked up at his keeper again, knowledge shimmering in his mossy eyes.

Nyeusi, flustered, could hold that gaze for only another second before she looked away. She grunted with frustration, bundled the loose glove under her arm, and stood up to swiftly take her leave, letting the snow leopard remain where he was sprawled out along the ground. As she trod across the enclosure the same wild dog who had walked in with her poked his head around, caught sight of her, and waved her way.

"There you are! What happened?"

"He-" She noticed his nose and whiskers twitching. Nyeusi swiftly hid her naked paw behind her back. "Uh. Had something stuck in his fur."

"That's all."

"That's all." Hopefully this was a convincing smile that she gave him. "I have to, um - get back to work, now. Here, let me..." And while she stripped the other glove off, she hoped that nobody else around would be able to notice the sticky slickness soaked through the fur and streaked across her pads.

Now, though, he was yet again all she could think about throughout the day. Time and time again between her tasks Nyeusi caught a whiff of him somewhere around here, startling her into hesitation and a brief, embarrassed arousal: she'd lift her head and look around, wondering if it was just her imagination or desire, and then around lunch realized that he had ground his scent quite thoroughly into her paw.

So then this, naturally, led to an excessively long bathroom visit with that one paw mashed against her face while the other slid down into her pants...

Then she actually paid him a second visit near the end of her shift, this time through the glass of the enclosure. Following her "remedy" of his bad mood in the morning he had made quite a show of himself for all of the patrons who had come by, and now when Nyeusi stepped down along the path and strode around the space the snow leopard revealed himself from whatever hiding place he had taken, and pushed up against the glass so that his fur splayed out flat from the affection.

Interesting. Nyeusi took note of that, a self-satisfied grin warming her face, and remained for a while longer before heading on her way.

~ ~ ~

Nyeusi asked for another night shift. This time her supervisor inquired if she would like to change her schedule permanently. The lynx weighed the different options and responsibilities for a bit, looked up the hours of the stores she usually visited, thought about what such a change in daily schedule would mean for her, and then figured that her social life wasn't going to suffer too terribly much anyway.

"yeah that sounds totally fine. ill see you then."

_ _

Or, maybe she wouldn't. She'd have a new set of coworkers, maybe a new supervisor, and her days - nights - were about to get far less busy, yet still just as full.

~ ~ ~

Every night she passed by the snow leopard's enclosure again. Often it was under the guise of doing actual, legitimate work, be that scrubbing the glass, clearing out the debris, changing the filter on the water, or any number of other minor tasks. And each time it was a little easier to cross the space to the snow leopard, to press her paws into his fur and run down towards his back legs, to smirk back in response to his playful growls and glares; it became easier every time to find a nook back behind the cave or beneath its low ceiling, to strip her clothing off and sink back into his lap, or to lower herself down to all fours with her little tail lifted.

The sensation of those sharp fangs on her shoulder, of huge paws gripping at her waist; claws sinking in through thick fur and leaving welts at sensitive skin underneath; soft barbs streaking and dragging at her insides, making her legs weak and putting stars in her eyes. Sometimes she would stay underneath him, unsure if it was her own body throbbing and pulsing around his still buried length or if that was his own twitching, continuing to dump deeper into her, until some noise from outside the enclosure yet again made her scrabble to her feet to try to look like she really _was_working.

Like when she was back in high school and had a boy, or occasionally a girl, over. "No, Mom, I swear, we were just doing homework..."

The workers on nightshift were indeed fewer, and most generally stuck to their own work and avoided socializing. That worked for Nyeusi just fine, as suddenly she had another much more demanding motivation behind showing up for her shift every night. Sometimes she did still have some overlap with her old coworkers, especially as the days went on and the zoo's busy season approached: Nyeusi would wander back into the lounge, smelling of so many different animals and her own sweat and grime, and more than one familiar face would greet her from the tables or benches.

One Friday night Askia was there - the wild dog from the other day - as was Florence, a lovely blackbird with whom Nyeusi had shared some rather spicy stories back when the lynx had first started working here.

Flo's eyes lit up when they saw her, and Nyeusi slid over to greet them. A quick little conversation ensued, "oh, where've you been, I thought you were fired or something,"; "fired? Why would I get fired?";"oh, well, I mean, you know...", with an embarrassed grin spread across the beak. Nyeusi couldn't help but laugh to that, and explained in what was now a practiced lie that it just worked better with her priorities.

Which... really, once she thought about, wasn't too far away from the truth. Flo nodded, wished her the best, and then asked to exchange numbers to keep in contact in case Nyeusi's schedule never changed back. The lynx obliged, then did the same for Askia nearby and waved the two out on their way home.

And then the world was hers again. This time the snow leopard was waiting for her, sitting there near the maintenance doorway visible through the glass of the enclosure, ears flicking back when she padded by yet muzzle remaining forward. He straightened up where he sat when she pushed her way through, then rose and padded forward as she knelt down, arms out for him. So he came forward to bump and nuzzle against her, that same familiar purr vibrating in his throat - and then affection gave way to arousal, and she felt a forepaw on her shoulder pushing her back, a wet feline nose poking at her belly, inquisitive teeth nipping at her pants. So she leaned back, slid them down her legs, lifted herself up...

...and in another twenty or thirty minutes wobbled back out of the enclosure, groin of her panties yet again sopping wet. She liked keeping him inside until it all started to leak out, then swiftly pulling out and tugging her pants back up to catch everything there. As she had become more accustomed to the flipped schedule Nyeusi started pushing her shifts back further and further, until she came in after midnight and left shortly before what was originally her lunchtime on her previous shift. This meant that she could exhaust her satisfaction early in the night, then spend the rest of the time catching her breath and regaining her posture before anyone could suspect anything.

Things started to shift a little bit, though, as the snow leopard's foul behavior continued whenever she wasn't working and abated only when she was there to take care of him. The other workers began to catch on to this as well, noticing that Nyeusi was always the one to figure out what was wrong with him, be that "another bur caught in his fur" or "an itchy spot under his leg" or "something nasty stuck in the back section of his cave". Every time she walked back into his enclosure, beneath the light of the moon or the early morning sun, he was sitting there with his tail flicking, his head up, and that same warm pink glistening between his hind legs, knowing that the lynx would be able to focus on nothing else until she had satisfied his, as well as her own, needs.

By now she had stopped trying to question or wonder about it. Whenever she was away, all she could think about was him: excursions into what used to be her favorite sites and fantasies instead just steered her back towards the scent, the taste, the sensation of feral snow leopard, in her paw or under her tail or, a few times now, across her tongue. She had actually had to use the onsite showers once after receiving much more than she had expected when going down on him, barbs grazing along her tongue and little spurts of salty, tangy seed into the back of her throat suddenly broadening into another thick, acrid stream, flowing out and down into her cheeks, then sloshing into her belly - and across her face, and her muzzle, and her shoulders, and her fur, all over again. Hell, she could still smell it on herself afterwards, and ended up working herself to a third orgasm - as he had given her two - there in the shower, then another one after she had returned home.

Blackout curtains helped her sleep through the day until her next shift, when she'd wake up early, or late depending on the perspective, usually to a few text messages from one of her other coworkers about what had happened during her absence. As days spread out into weeks these messages more often regarded the same snow leopard, either leaping at someone behind the glass or growling at one of the workers trying to clean his enclosure or administer shots.

And then every time she came in, the mutual sigh of relief could be felt throughout whatever crowd had gathered to try to figure out what to do with this problem animal. "Oh, Nyeusi," they'd say, "we're so lucky to still have you here. He just doesn't listen to anyone other than you anymore."

"Oh, well," she'd answer, a nervous chuckle under her words, "I'm just - really good with animals! A lot of them, ah... really take a liking to me..."

And just as he could tell her thoughts and desires, Nyeusi almost felt that she could do the same with him. Something on the air, both outside his enclosure as well as within, piled little impressions and assumptions up into her instincts: he needs a change of food type. He's not getting enough exercise. The water filter needs changing. The crowds were too loud today.

"Hey Nyeusi," her supervisor asked one day, passing through the zoo with the usual clipboard. "May I ask you something?"

Immediately the lynx's heart leapt up into her throat. She frowned, wet her lips, tried to calm herself down, and put on her best attempt at a curious face. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Have you been able to figure out what's going on with Kieran? It's getting to the point where we might have to bring in a behavioralist..."

_ _

That was the snow leopard's actual name. Hearing it made one of her ears flick. "Oh, it's - I don't know. I think he might've just, um... taken a shine to me. I hear that happens, sometimes."

Her supervisor nodded, squinting down at the clipboard. "Would you be opposed to - being posted to him permanently? Checking in at the start and end of your shifts, and taking over all the required maintenance and other responsibilities? It will, of course, lighten the rest of your workload..."

That was basically what she did anyway. Nyeusi tried to look surprised. "Oh, uh - yeah! Yeah, sure. That would work fine. He... smells a lot less bad than many of the other animals."

"True enough, but feral cat piss is - phew." Her supervisor waved a paw in front of her nose. "Wonderful. Ah, that reminds me... next time you're in there, would you mind checking out the camera systems? Some days ago they disconnected, and I haven't been able to get any techs to take a look at it."

Yet again Nyeusi's heart skipped a beat. She had been the one to disconnect those within and immediately around the enclosure, of course. She swallowed, answered roughly in the affirmative, and already knew that she wasn't going to find anything to help anyone else figure out where the issue lay. In fact, she was told, that would be her final task for the day before she could head on home at her usual time.

So Nyeusi returned to the snow leopard's enclosure for what would be the third time that shift, able to sense the surprise and pleasure thrumming through the feral upon her arrival, and then spent a good several minutes blindly fiddling with the cameras set up in the corners of the area while the large feline circled back and forth around the foot of her stepstool, long tail reaching up to curl around her legs. This drew the delight of those nearby, though, so it wasn't entirely a waste. She even made a little show of it on her way out, teasing the feral up onto his hind legs and taking his paws in hers, leaning in for a quick kiss to the forehead, then to the nose, then to the cheek. It amused her that he was so patient in letting her do this... and on her drive home, yet again she got lost in thoughts about that tongue pushing in through her lips and along the roof of her mouth again, and how she would no longer have to hide her visits to his section of the park.

Morning passed into day. Nyeusi stripped down to change, paused, looked at herself in the mirror... hesitated, turned to the side, pressed one paw down above her belly and the other underneath, and frowned. Maybe I'm seeing things... Her eyes drifted to the scale near the shower. Oh well. I'm not gonna worry about it now.

~ ~ ~

Again and again her breath caught in her throat, teeth gritting and lip curling with every drag of the feral's sandpaper tongue across her flesh. Even though she had become somewhat accustomed to the sensation at this point, it was still enough to make her back arch and hips flex, and she was glad for the matting of earth and grass beneath her paws where her claws dug every time he lapped up across her, nose slipping gently from lips to tailhole and then back, quick yet steady. The chill of night closed in around both of them, nestled back in the comfortable darkness of the snow leopard's cave; Nyeusi had started to recognize the shapes, the walls, the scents here as comfortably as her own home, to the point that over the weeks she had actually dozed off several times back here nestled in his fur with his warmth around as well as inside of her.

As for that warmth... the zookeeper gritted her teeth again, swallowed, and pushed herself up and back. What had started as a gentle, rumbling fear every time this beast prowled towards her, or when she saw his lips curl back to show those deadly sharp fangs in his mouth, or when he made a noise of urgency that she didn't quite recognize, had in the time since developed into another familiarity. Time and time again he had marked her as his, in dismounting from pinning her to the ground; as a final burst of bright, sharp acridity and taste after she had drained his balls straight into her throat; as a greeting or a goodbye, usually just along her ankle, hip, inner thigh, chest, shoulder, collar, or tongue; or, once or twice, when still buried in side of her with the oozing dribble of his load leaking down along where his sack rested against her.

This time before her drive into work Nyeusi had deliberately filled up, wanting to mark him right back. The sheer sensation of his tongue dragging across sensitive flesh, brightened and sharpened further from where his barbs had just a few minutes ago slid and tugged at her; this sizzling, intense sensation, making her little tail jerk and flick, forcing her toes to curl, causing her to suck in the same mouthful of breath that she had just let out; this made her wrench her eyes shut, gasp, swallow, gasp again, squeeze all of her muscles, then squeeze tighter.

And then it escaped her, all of that deliberate, developed effort just trickling away into an accident, forced to that point under the constant barrage of physical sensation. She had originally envisioned and imagined it as her on all fours like this, one paw up between her thighs to keep herself spread and building it up, letting the pressure expand, until she could finally burst out across him, absolutely soaking his muzzle and lovely white fur in her own mark - but now she found that control swept away from her, the lynx's legs shaking underneath her as she felt that sweet, sharp heat suddenly spilling forth from her.

Once she had started there was no way she could stop, especially as the feral just kept on lapping away at her. In fact, his attention redoubled when she put effort behind her mark, trying to reclaim what control she'd had: those big mitt-like paws came up and pushed down on her lower back near the base of her tail, the snow leopard's muzzle flicking up against her again and again while he continued licking and lapping, the warmth of her piss splashing out along her inner thighs, pooling into a puddle down underneath her.

She felt it course down along the underside of her belly as well, where it had come to swell out over the waist of her pants - when she was wearing any, that was. By rules the zookeepers were required to keep their shirts tucked in, and over these past few weeks Nyeusi noticed that this simple requirement had become steadily more difficult for her.

That was something that she couldn't think about right now, though. She couldn't think about much of anything, in fact, caught between the sweet relief of emptying her overfull bladder and then the incessant rough tonguing up and inside of her, the snow leopard's muzzle and chin already soaked through with her scent even though he kept on going. Those huge paws squeezed in on her lower body, forcibly holding her there even as she tried to pull forward to escape the overstimulation; instead she just gasped, shuddered, and sprayed even harder, now bringing a paw to cover her mouth so as to avoid making too loud a noise, footpaws pushing against the dusty ground, incapable of finding purchase. She just scrabbled there again and again, piss running down her legs and soaking into her fer, pawpads now slipping in the growing puddle.

She had already finished once, and now the combination of feelings drove her right up towards a second. As usual the snow leopard could sense this, his grip tightening on her waist and his hungry tongue redoubling its ferocity until Nyeusi sucked in another breath through gritted teeth and flared nostrils, then bucked, bucked again, jerked and shook, fell down so her knees banged against the wet earth, and then trembled as her peak and piss sprayed haphazardly out of her, tailhole flexing, little tail hiked up and twitching until, panting, she flopped down in front of the snow leopard, puddle of her mark spreading up around her knees and towards her paws and chest.

"Okay," the zookeeper managed after a minute, "okay. That was - that was quite enough. I need - to-"

As she tried to lift herself up, though, she felt the feral dismount from behind her and then saw him come around her side. The lynx lifted her head, a smile instinctively on her lips, and then tilted her head up and away as he leaned in to butt his muzzle onto her shoulder... but then gasped, wobbled, and tumbled over when he kept on going, quite a bit more force behind the affection than usual. Surprised, a little bit worried, she hissed as the quickly-cooling puddle of piss seized up into her side and back, smearing her in her own scent once the beast forced her down into her own mess; then, though, this worry immediate dissipated under the familiar humid heat of the feral's sack and sheath pressing down under her rounded belly, where he position himself atop her.

Nyeusi looked up at his muzzle, uncanny intelligence glittering in those green eyes. Then he leaned down, huge paws nearly on her shoulders, and turned his head; and she turned hers as well, and opened her mouth, and then still jumped at the first catch of that sandpaper tongue against her lips, her teeth, her gums, her own tongue. Again and again she reached out to meet his tongue there, catching it between her lips when she could, suckling softly, breathing in nothing but the scent of her own piss mixed with the natural weight of his feline breath.

Then he wiggled his hips down a little further, spreading her thighs around his lower body. Nyeusi purred softly, gladly lapping her own mess off of his chin, and lifted her hips up to accommodate; there was the wet warmth of his sheath nestling up between her legs, then pressing forward, then grinding, and rocking, and thrusting...

~ ~ ~

"So I don't wanna press since I know it's rude, but - when are you, gonna... you know..."

Nyeusi glanced beside herself at Flo, phone held in one of the blackbird's hand while the other motioned down at the lynx's belly: they had just come from the employee lounge, and there she had had to sit sideways towards the table since there just wasn't enough space for her swollen belly underneath.

The recognition of the roundness there sent a shock of surprise, humiliation, guilt, and then of course deep, indulgent pleasure through her system. She had denied it for so long - now some two months had passed since her reassignment to Kieran's personal keeper - under disbelief and fear, but now every time she thought about it brought all of those same feelings back.

And, also, the longer it went on the deeper her feelings and attraction to that damn snow leopard became. Even now Flo had caught her in the middle of another daydream; she'd have to pay him a fifth visit before heading out for the day.

"Oh," the lynx giggled, waving down across herself in the way she had seen so many moms on drama TV shows do. "A while. Still pretty early on."

"Okay! Okay." Flo waved themselves off. "See, I know the thing is you're not supposed to ask someone until they tell you they're pregnant, so I was..."

"Yeah. I know. It's okay."

"So who's the lucky guy? Husband?"

She couldn't help but flick an ear at that. "Oh. Um. Well, I'm - we're not married."

That didn't phase the avian. They rolled their violet eyes. "Nobody is anymore. It's a thing of the past. Do I know him?"

Nyeusi paused, phone clutched in her paw until the screen went dark. Recently she had started taking pictures and videos too... "I think so."

"Oh! So he works here?"

She tapped at the Gallery icon, went up to the extended options, tapped on Show Hidden Folders, all the while keeping it angled deliberately away from her coworker. "I mean, he is here every day."

"Ooh. I'll start keeping an eye out."

Nyeusi nodded, at once loving the conversation yet eager for it to end, and flipped through the pages of recordings there in the folder. She felt herself start to grow warm from seeing and remembering them, and even while she walked could feel the residual tingling of his barbs inside of her again.

The path towards Flo's next station took them right past the enclosure, too. Nyeusi swallowed, wet her lips, and tried not to make it too obvious when she looked over towards the glass... and there was the foggy, smoky tones of his fur where he lounged atop one of the rocks, chin resting on folded paws. Then, though, his ears perked, his tail flicked, and he craned his head back until green eyes fixed on the lynx through the glass.

His whiskers perked, his tail curled, and the snow leopard rolled over onto his back, fore and hindpaws splaying. Down between his hindlegs glistening a few inches of wet, eager pink. Nyeusi thought for a moment about lifting her phone to snap a quick picture, but then pushed that thought away: after all, she already had several more taken from much closer, and could get another whenever she liked.

So instead she slid her phone back into her pocket, ran a paw down across her belly, and turned back to continue her chat with Flo.