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"Mr. Goldsmith will see you now."

Atlas smiled at the deer and approached the closed doors.

Short, slim, and seemingly on the younger end; it seemed that Mr. Goldsmith's taste was more varied than people gave him credit for. The shark wondered if the deer would be up for some fun after the mission.

If not, well, he was sure that his little stowaway would be more than up for the task.

Atlas straightened his tie and opened the doors. Sitting at the desk on the other side of the room, Mr. Goldsmith watched as the shark made his way inside. For such a small man, the Snow Leopard radiated an imposing aura, the likes Atlas had not seen before, but the shark kept his composure.

He was going to be safe. Atlas was sure that he would be able to break the old man if he needed to, or was ordered to, but things should go okay. Or at least, that's if the rumors about the Leopard were any true.

"Please take a seat, Mister..."

"Atlas." A codename, just like all the previous ones.

Ares. Achilles. Aeneas... were it not for Hercules before, he'd think that the agency had a thing for names starting with the same letter. When had it been the last time anyone had called him by his real name?

"Thank you, Mr. Goldsmith."

"Oh, please, you can call me Nico."

Hook, line, and sinker.

The shark patted his crotch and relaxed his posture.

"So, tell me more about yourself."

Atlas started to talk. All lies, of course, about his upbringing, his sad family life, how he came to the big city, etc. Meanwhile, deep inside him, inside his cloaca to be more specific, a tiny stoat and a pair of penises continued to hear from the audio coming out of his collar.

Finn wondered how much of that story was based on reality. He was all tensed up, not just because of the mission, but because he knew what would happen if his small, furry body relaxed and brushed against either of his roommates. That had almost got them caught before this whole show had even started. Still, it was not like his roommates were that well behaved either, as in all their constant twitching they seemed to find and brush against him as well, filling his moist prison with an even more potent smell.

"That's very impressive, Mr. Atlas. But still, why should I hire you?" Mr. Goldsmith asked, "after all, my security team is already big enough as it is."

The shark stood up and approached the older Snow Leopard. Atlas could see the man's hand hovering just above the panic button, but he knew it would not rest there for long. He started to unbutton his shirt, taking notice of the way the Leopard was looking at him, before grabbing the older man's hands and putting it on one of his pecs. "It could always be bigger."

The Snow Leopard smiled and traced his hand along the shark's chest and arm. Atlas flexed, and the Snow Leopard tried to squeeze his arm, but it was in vain. The shark was just as well-built as his namesake, and those arms were no exception. Nicodemus Goldsmith then moved closer and opened his mouth, lapping the shark's chest.

Just then, the stoat was hit by the twitching penises who encroached more and more on his space, pushing him against the soft lycra that Atlas was wearing. He tried to push them away, but his attempts only seemed to embolden them more as they trashed even more wildly, the twin heads seemingly looking for the stoat's. Still, Finn continued to struggle until a sticky liquid fell on his face.

Was Atlas leaking?

The Snow Leopard lowered himself, his tongue tracing over the shark's stomach, before he was right in front the shark's bulge. He then tore the pant's button apart and stuffed his muzzle deep as he looked at the Shark. A look of mild discomfort, though a far cry from what the Leopard would have seen if he had looked down instead.

The last thing Finn expected was to be swallowed by the Snow Leopard. Luckily for him, he was able to grip one of the penises by using his claws, but the tongue below him tried harder and harder to break him free.

"Atlas! Help!" A voice said from inside the shark's earpiece.

The shark quickly lifted the Leopard by his tie and tightened it as he delivered a strong kiss. The shark's tongue darted from side to side, looking for the stoat, hoping that it was not too late. A few moments later, he ended up breaking the kiss. The stoat was nowhere to be found.

He looked to the sides and below the two of them, just in case the stoat had somehow managed to escape, when he saw a brown patch of fur moving around his discarded pants. He smiled, but when he returned his gaze back at the Snow Leopard, he was met with a scorned gaze.

"Oh, wow, I did not expect that, Mr. Goldsmith, you sure have a lot to teach--"

A firm backslap landed on Atlas face, and he let go of the older man.

"Why did you do that?"

"Well..." Atlas looked down; the stoat seemed to have found his way out of the pants. "I, uhm, I'm quite sensitive. You know, down there, and I think you might have bitten me by accident."

The Snow Leopard pondered. "I did taste a little blood... and something else..."

Atlas looked down again. The stoat, no longer in his pants, was still in the process of going up the desk to get to the man's computer. He had to buy him some time. "Hey, no problem, Mr. Goldsmith. Now, how about if you just turn around and--"

He then felt himself on the other end of a tightened tie. "I am the one in charge here. Don't you ever forget that." His grip loosened. "Also, I told you to call me Nico."

The shark did his best to smile. "Okay, Nico, what do you want me to do now?"

Nico sat down on his chair while facing the shark. "I think that will be all for this interview. To be honest, Mr. Atlas, you don't seem to be what we're looking for."

Atlas grabbed the chair before the Snow Leopard could turn back towards the desk. He still had not received word from the stoat; he still needed to buy more time. Other agents would have gotten on their knees and tried begging to be given another chance. Maybe even tried blowing the Snow Leopard, but he was not like the other agents. There was a reason that he had been chosen for this mission, and it was not just because of his ease at hiding micros in unexpected places.

The shark grabbed and kissed the Snow Leopard again before forcing him onto the desk. "Nico, I really need this job." Keeping him in place with one hand, Atlas used the other one to lower his pants. He then sucked on one finger before using it to tease the now naked hole. If the rumors were true...

A moan escaped from the Snow Leopard's mouth.

Meanwhile, a tiny stoat looked as the shark replaced his finger with one penis and then started to thrust. Finn then briefly looked over to his bracelet to see his program's progress.

"B-Both of them." The Snow Leopard ordered.

"Yes, sir."

Atlas was not sure of that, but if that was what he wanted... The sharked slowly proceeded to put the other one inside, making the Snow Leopard moan in bliss again, before returning to his thrusts. The Leopard's insides were warm and nice. For a second there, the shark started to wonder if maybe working for the Snow Leopard might not be such a bad idea after all...

"Done."

Atlas looked at the stoat's direction and nodded. The stoat climbed down and ran over to hide in the clothes under the shark. Once he was in place, Atlas could finally stop holding back and quickened his pace until the deed was done, slowly sliding both penises out before quickly dressing up again.

"So, how did I do?"

The Snow Leopard turned around. From the looks of it, Atlas had barely pleased the man. The only cum in the old man was the one leaking out from his ass. "We'll call you."

Atlas shrugged and left the building, not before taking a piece of paper with the deer receptionist's number on it. Once outside, and out of view, he tapped his earpiece. "Did it work?"

The stoat browsed the holographic display coming out from his bracelet. "As expected."

Mission Accomplished.

The stoat felt the "ground" start to shake as the shark made his way back to the hotel. In a few hours, they'd probably be back home, and both would go back to their own lives. Finn looked over to the shark's penises and noticed that one of them still seemed to have a few beads of cum on it.

If this was their last time together...

The stoat leaned over and licked it. It tasted like fish, and Snow Leopard...