A Fool in a Menagerie
#3 of Sallegar
The long Rolls creeped up to the narrow alley leading into Little Rotterdamm. One of Jesse's minders, a bald man in a stark suit, wearing thin sunglasses, got out of the vehicle and opened the passenger door. He was professionally silent. Which Jesse supposed he preferred over professionally vocal.
Jesse began to walk down the alley, his minder a few paces behind him, past Nederlands-style bakkerij and sigarenhandelaar. The faux cobblestones were an interesting touch. Made from some synthetic concrete, he remembered from the data dump he listened to when he arrived the previous day. And with a swelling of excitement, he remembered the other delicious details of the excellent night he had experienced into the morning. He couldn't contain his grin.
And, of course, it was just Jesse's luck that he would be able to write off this particular expense. After Jesse had fallen asleep with Matti, eventually in a bed, Jesse thought it appropriate to breach the subject of the cost of their time together. Matti had asked what Jesse did for a living, and Jesse had asked if pricing worked on a sliding scale. After Jesse had explained his work, Matti had smiled and proclaimed that he was not only a Calico Certified Consultant, but a certified trainer of Triple Cs. An hour of technical conversation passed before Jesse believed that Matti had a Masters in Logistics Management with a Minor in statistics from a European military academy. At which point they both ran out of things that they were aloud to talk about without breaking non-disclosure agreements, and decided that they should date. Jesse beamed at the memory.
Jesse and his handler rounded a corner, and Jesse felt time slow for a second time. It still didn't seem real, even with the memories as fresh as they were. The lithe cheetah chittering in an unfamiliar Asian language with a slightly pudgy, fully-flushed salaryman. The cheetah seemed genderless, airbrushed fuchsia eyeshadow and feminine movement, but Jesse was taken in by the creatures masculine arms and neckline. He, or she, whichever, was beautiful. It's capri suit-pants revealed large digitgrade paws, the pads squishing outward with each graceful step toward Jesse.
"Welcome back to Felidae... Jesse, right?" The cheetah purred out the words, like honey, and lavender. His breath was scented as sweetly. The cat draped an arm over Jesse's shoulder, lazily flexing it's paw and tickling Jesse's neck with its stiff, short fur. "Matti's told me to expect you. Luka's waiting for us in the VIP lounge with the requisite paperwork. Plus, a selection of our most premium candidates are waiting inside for your... inspection." The final word oozing out of the spotted cat's lips with audible lasciviousness.
The cat gave a painted wink of his eye, and drew Jesse, arm-over-shoulder, into the host club. It was fully empty, the DJ slowly sliding the fader down to zero on his last track as he packed his gear. The lights were low, the bar was stocked, all else as he remembered.
Humans and hosts unhurriedly went about what seemed like everyday chores and tasks, bringing the establishment to a close. The cheetah led him to a back room, the door opening with a secure-sounding clunk. A feline swish into the room, tail lagging behind before disappearing behind the heavy door. Jesse shivered with anticipation. The minder stood at attention, his back to the door, folded neatly together across his arms. Jesse frowned slightly.
The room was lit in a ghostly blue hue, which was in the process of slowly morphing into a warm burnt orange. White chiffon drapery billowed elegantly against the air conditioning around a massive, snaking semi-circle of pert ivory leather seating. Draped across the luxurious couch were the three hosts he asked for, dressed to the nines. In the center of them all, a wolf cracked a toothy grin, tilting his lupine head down and askew, eyes up to greet Jesse. "Welcome back."
Jesse beamed at the familiar face, "Matti." The wolf gestured for Jesse to sit across from him on the other end of the couch. The cheetah took Jesse's coat, and Jesse sat, bashful with joy, at the sight of the creatures in front of him.
The manager stepped out from another door in the VIP lounge, the orange light absorbing his round head's features as he passed one of the fluctuating lamps. His neck bowed out to meet his tight, starched collar, his features like a wax relief of Otto Dix's more flattering portraiture. Out of proportion, but humanly so. In a world of surgically precise aesthetic, he was more human than anyone Jesse had ever met in his entire life.
"This one is Jesse, yes? My name is Luka." The accent was thick, foreign. He imagined it was Dutch. The heavyset, middle-aged man extended a burly hand. Jesse stood to shake it. "Please, sit." Jesse and Luka sat opposite each other. Luka paused for a moment, his meaty fingers twirling a antique curled goatee. He stopped. "You offer a great sum for the contracts for these men. Do you know what you are buying?"
Jesse mouth twitched downward, slightly. "The time I had to do research on the subject was limited, littered with misinformation from the US Information bureaucracy. It's clear that it's not slavery, otherwise I wouldn't be interested. I'd appreciate as clear of an explanation as you can give."
Luka gave a mildly yellowed grin, "Yes, I can give this." He leaned forward across the table and picked up a wooden pipe, slapping it's cached contents out into his palm. He emptied his palm into an ashtray, and began stuffing his pipe as he slowly spoke. "All hosts at Felidae protected as both Dutch citizen and Dutch products. Intellectual properties. The government didn't want to create another welfare state, especially around creatures not entirely human. So, they say to anthros, you have protection as humans in that you are conscious. And they say to anthros, you have duty to the state in that you are an expensive liability."
Luka paused to light a match and start his pipe. Jesse noticed that the hosts were all paying rapt attention to the club's manager. Some of them looked at him with kind eyes, even. Jesse wondered what that meant. With a puff of smoke, Luka began again. "Anthros require monthly maintenance to live. Biological time bomb, keyed to each genus of them. Dutch government requires each of these men to submit to medical examination every month. Large fee. Ex-horbinant fee. They see that they are not being mistreated, that they are not in psychological damage, that they remain sterile or are not with child. Taxes and tariffs are paid, file is kept, my men get oral tablet, they live."
Luka puffed on the pipe, mumbling around the stem briefly, "I keep a contract on every host here. Contract is between myself and Dutch government. Says, I will keep maintenance, keep these assets from turning into liability. I make a little money, keep kind company, and feel well for my service to both my government and my friends here. Of course, as you know by now, military-grade talent of these consultants is in one way or another illegal for sale in Japan. Sex is not illegal. Not so threatening, to local government. So, exotic bar covers up my mercenary intelligence operation in plain site. So I ask you, Jesse White, Karsh Hagan CEO, do you know what you are asking to buy?"
Jesse smiles warmly, putting his hands into his pockets, "Sounds like some serious responsibility. I'd say I'm buying trust."
Luka nods solemnly. "I do not own these men. I own but financial responsibility. These men have been with me for a long time. As you have specified, all here have worked on operations together before, are ex-Dutch military. Left because done with killing, corruption, and greed. Want to live different life. Left for Japan, have been happy ever since. You are buying trust indeed... Take care of my men. They'll be missed"
***
Jesse's hand played across the back of the wolf's head delicately, smiling as he reclined against the leather seat in the long limousine. Three neatly dressed anthros sat at attention as Jesse spoke, playing delicately with the tips of Matti's ears, "Luka gave me redacted documentation on all of your military careers. I know that I have in this car a graduate in Strategic Communications from Koninklijke Militaire Academie, the social engineer responsible for the successful buyout of Kabushiki-gaisha Sebun ando Ai H?rudingusu by Maljadeed Holdings Limited, Luka's head of security and personal bodygaurd, and a well-decorated logistics expert."
Jesse smiled and acknowledged everyone seated before him. "But I don't know which is which. Let's start with introductions. My name is Jesse White. I am a citizen of the United States, and upon the advice of some friends, left the country to explore a career abroad. I'm not a fan of an empire of ultra-conservative Christian mind-police, so I'm not going back any time soon. I'm a high-tier trend analyst consultant. I use social science and mathematics to analyze and model trends. Things as mundane as fashion, as important as markets and commodities. I'll explain the specifics of the problem we've been hired to solve later, after we settle in at what I am starting to, with less trepidation, call 'the compound.'"
"I think it's important that I reiterate what I've said to Luka to you all now, to let you know that I'm genuine in my intentions. I've purchased your debt-obligations from Luka in full. This means that I now hold the operator contract between the Dutch Home Office and each of you, which in turn means I am responsible for your physical maintenance, and can employ you in non-conflict situations. This has muddy language of its own, but after some calls, I have determined that in my operating budget there are easily enough funds available to do a buy-out on your service terms in the Korps Mariniers."
"In short," Jesse smiled, "if you all agree to work with me, and we can see this project through to the finish, you all get to retire twenty years early. Which will place you among a select group of anthros in the world who aren't indentured servants."
Four pairs of inhuman eyes stared at him unblinkingly. Jesse reminded himself to breath.
"Why don't you continue the introductions, Matti?"
Matti turned up the corners of his jowls as he threw his leg over his knee in a lupine display of pride. "That's what Luka told us..." He paused. Interlocking his finger-paws behind his head, he said "I'm the logistics guy you mentioned. Five years conscripted service ensuring that supervised trade through the Balkans remained contraband-free, efficient, and profitable during the final reconstruction of the Middle East." The wolf gestured at the brown bat sitting across from him and Jesse, streetlight glinting gold off of the thick platinum chain hanging off of his wrist as he placed an arm over Jesse's shoulder. "Worked directly with Reeva, who was busy engineering Maljadeed into Turkey."
The bat wrinkled his pale pink nose leaf, his ears half moons, scattering the light of the LED panel behind him subcutaneously, illuminating soft red veins. He rubbed at the bridge of his muzzle with longer-than-human claws, where a pair of tinted, steel-framed, swim-style goggles pinched his fur, and sighed audibly. "Fucking Turks have no sense of authenticity." He stuffed his bony fingers into a black wool peacoat in a slight frown. Reeva then smiled an impossibly long smile, his cheekbones accentuated by his muzzle and goggles, "Who knew a chain of convenience stores would be the key to peace in the Middle East. Or that our next off-market gig would be for such a delicious looking human." The bat produced a thin, matte black, metal wallet from his coat, and flipped it open to reveal two neat rows of black kretek cigarettes. Reeva then flicked out the point of his long tongue, tagging the filter of the kretek, and flipped it up into his thick black lips.
"Now Reeva," the snow leopard sitting next to Reeva frowned. He fished into the breast pocket of his ivory-colored jacket, and withdrew a glossy white Zippo. With a single motion, the cat opened the tablet, ran it's flint wheel across the bat's leg, and in an arc to the hanging cigarette drew a line of flame, where he held it a space away from the tip. "We remember that secrets are stolen, not given away, right?" The bat leaned in and ignited the kretek with a crackle. The saccharine sweetness of clove filled the cab of the limousine. He nodded with a noisy exhale. The white leopard smiled wryly, loosening his black silk tie, and unbuttoned the black buttons on his black shirt. "I'm Jaan, Jesse White. I'm the one who decided to get a degree and actually try to do well in military service, only to get us all decommissioned for 'fraternization.'" Jesse grinned quietly.
The great dane was larger than the rest by a mile. His head nearly touched the top of the cab, which was saying a lot, considering the bat's ears. He rolled his heavy shoulders, his deltoids lifting and lowering the heavy white-gold chain he wore around his neck. He blended into the shadows of the vehicle, his midnight-dark fur obscuring him in the corner where he sat, spots of silver fur leaping out of the darkness. Deep turquoise eyes. "Piotr. Security." More of a grunt than a salutation. "Pleased to meet you."
***
"This is a fucking enormous elevator!" Reeva barked in laughter. The bats hands quivered and shook by his sides in excitement.
Jesse laughed with him, "What are you doing with your hands?"
The bat stopped suddenly, and drooped, his plump lower lip pushed out in a frown. "Sorry."
"Oh, no! I'm sorry, I just thought it was curious... and cute." Jesse smiled an embarrassed smile.
Reeva looked at the floor, of the elevator, swirling a bare toe-claw on the marble floor of the elevator. "I am a bat, you know. Bats flap..."
A near silent chime announced the groups ascent to the 98th floor. The doors of the elevator slid open to reveal Sasuke Kondo, still wearing the translucent headset. "Welcome back, Wheato-san." Sasuke bowed deeply, his hands at his sides. He came up with a glint in his eyes. "Small-san was correct, then, in his assertion that your eye for talent was as good as his own. Forgive my previous assumptions! You've managed to pick up quite a... menagerie. Accomplished individuals, all of them." Sasuke bowed again. He extended an arm out toward the previously empty space, stepping to the side to allow the Jesse's entourage to enter.
"As you have requested, I have piped and draped individual quarters and working spaces for each of your teammates," gesturing towards tall black curtains fitted to extruded steel stage pipes, "including the two that will arrive tomorrow. The furniture you have requested is in each space." The group held itself behind Jesse, listening, perhaps strategically. Evaluating the talkative stranger.
"The jacuzzi," a word which broke Sasuke's immaculate accent, "is filled. My shift ends in five minutes prompt, at which point you'll be working with the answering service. Is there anything else I can provide for you at this time, Wheato-san?"
Jesse nodded, "No, this exceeds my expectations, thank you. The answering service will be able to take care of entries and exits?"
The upturned corners of Sasuke's mouth twitched in an unreadable microexpression. Jesse assumed annoyance, "Do you have any additional destinations that require your attention? That you have not informed us of?"
Jesse's eyebrows raised slightly, "No, just..." seeing how long my leash extends, "... curious, is all."
Sasuke Kondo bows, "Of course. Oyasuminasai, Wheato-san." A swish of expensive fabrics, the click of new shoes on concrete, the low whirring descent of the elevator. A silent sigh filled the enormous flat oppressively.
"Jesse," Matti spoke eventually, placing a large grey paw on the back of his shoulder. He paused. "You can drop the pretense, it's okay... Everyone here knows your situation mirrors ours."
Jesse's face split in a laugh and a sob, exhausted for the emotional turmoil of the last 24 hours. "Jesus Christ, I don't know how you guys do it." He laughed. "I have everything I could ever want." Tears welled up in Jesse eyes, his face flushed with a gamut of extremes. "One foot in front of the other," Jesse whispered, legs giving out, and a sea of concrete filling his field of vision. Then nothing.
***
There was a flickering, a scent of black cherries. Jesse clumsily willed his eyes open. He winced, the light of the mauve candle sparkling too brightly. Strong paws pulled him into a large, warm chest. "Matti?" Jesse whispered.
"Yes. I'm here." The wolf played a claw through Jesse's long, dark hair. The wolf's breath on the back of Jesse's neck, his body expanding and contracting, moving with each calm inhalation, each nasal exhale.
Jesse shifted under the down comforter. His skin exposed to the cold of the to-be-environmentally-conditioned warehouse-sized flat sought comfort under the blanket. He leaned away from the wolf, and sniffed, tears rising, his throat tangled into a lump. "I didn't ask for this." Matti rested a paw on Jesse's iliac crest, listening as he lay his head on a pillow, a pointed ear cocked at Jesse, who faced away from him.
"No one I am rooting for is going to win." Jesse eventually said, "Luka said you're put to death if you don't play by the rules. If you don't do what they want, you don't get the pill, and you die." Jesse blinked through tears, his voice felt heavy. "If I don't do what they want, they kill me too. Jesse White the American citizen disappeared when we went through the paperwork. I need to satisfy my contract, and I get my life on paper returned to me."
Matti spoke clearly, but softly, paw resting on Jesse's side, "We were born into power and immediately locked in a cage." He sat up on his side, and continued. "You'd be expected to bash your head against the bars, but, to be a fool and ignore the charm of the menagerie you find yourself trapped in?" Matti pulled Jesse into him, locking him in an embrace. "At least through this bizarre opportunity, we can all get out, one day. From everything we've dug up on your computer, you're an inexpensive bet that has a high chance of paying off. Reeva, Jaan, Piotr, me... we're the opposite. We didn't pay off."
A quick, affectionate lick on Jesse's neck surprised him, eyes opening. "Jesse, everyone should be done unpacking by now. We know we all wear a leash, so to speak. But at least we all walk upright. Thanks be to that." A tight hug. "Let's go meet everyone more cordially than reading our curriculum vitaes." The wolf rolled out of the bed, and padded to a part in the black curtain demarcating the room, disappearing behind it.
Jesse lay for a moment, staring at the exposed ceiling a floor above him. The city light of the very early morning lit up motes of dust, drifting slowly on some lazy gradient. Jesse swung his legs out, bare feet touching freezing concrete with recoil. Slowly he stood, padding naked to the part in the curtain. Pausing momentarily, Jesse snatched up the apparently Hilton-branded hotel towel that was folded on the floor, snuffed the candle placed on the floor beside the black mattress frame with a wet hiss, and tiptoed towards the sound of the Jacuzzi.
"A fool in a menagerie." Jesse insisted as he came to the jacuzzi, which was installed next to the stories-tall windows overlooking Shibuya. The four sat in a semi-circle, in collapsible camping chairs, tails swaying out the back. They were illuminated by the crisp glow of two thinclients, their boxes nearby the folding card table where the terminals were resting. A whisp of smoke curled around Reeva as he ashed into a large can of Asahi. His long, delicate fingers swirled over the display, flitting to the keyboard, and back to the display as he emitted little clicks and chirps, his short tail flitting side-to-side excitedly.
"Jesse's here." Reeva said distractedly, attention riveted to the display through his thick, black goggles. Matti leaned back over the chair, and waved Jesse over. Jesse approached, adjusting his towel.
He peered over Reeva's brown-furred shoulder at the thinclient. "What--" Jesse coughed, nervously, "What are you doing in the command line?" Reeva tilted his head 90 degrees to look straight up at Jesse, his nose leaf squinting. Jesse saw his reflection in the goggles.
"Compiling Batspeak." A long grin, and then back to work. Jesse's eyes followed Reeva's muzzle back to the monitor. Arcane commands flowed into the command shell, followed by flurries of text. Thoroughly baffled at what could be going on in the computer, Jesse glanced at the floor. He noticed Reeva was naked.
Jesse turned to Matti. They were all naked. Jesse adjusted the towel, and looked back at the monitor.
"Clothes, redundant." Piotr said gruffly. "Have fur." Smiled a floppy smile. Jesse smiled back. Jaan looked up with a smaller smile, his black rosettes in start contrast of his silver and white fur in the austere glow of the monitor.
"Rested?" Jaan asked softly. The echo of the large space made everyone want to speak close to a whisper. Like a library, or a tomb. Jesse nodded, still smiling. A stolen glance at the cat's groin, and back up to grinning eyes.
"There!" Reeva loudly exclaimed, shaking his paws at his sides excitedly again. When the echo hit, he slowed his shaking, and grinned a toothy apology, "Sorry, done! It's working now, I can turn off this damn monitor." Reeva scooted his chair back and unclipped the flexible display pane from the black box that was the thin client. He rolled up the monitor, placed it back in the tube, and started clicking and chirping again. Jesse though the sounds were cute. Ka-wah-ii. Jesse beamed.
"What did you do?" Jesse asked.
"Oh," Reeva said as he turned around, a silhouette against the light of the remaining monitor. "You know those TTS/STT APIs they have for the blind and otherwise disabled? I adapted it for ultrasonic, so bat's can work quickly, or dualbox. I FOSS'd it a couple of years ago, it works on just about everything now!"
Jesse's eyebrows rose apologetically. Reeva barked a laugh, "Sorry, sorry. I can speak short-hand commands into this ultrasonic microphone, and the ultrasonic speaker relays the output back to me. People that are unsighted listen to a website through a computer reading it to them, for example, and they can navigate a page or even an operating system by speaking back short-hand commands. Some even work faster than their sighted peers. But I blow them out of the park, and can operate a sighted terminal and a non-sighted terminal at the same time. Makes for some interesting exploits too!" The bat 'flapped' at this, shaking his handpaws again.
"That's... that's fucking awesome!" Jesse laughed. Reeva smiled back, and then winced as Jaan loaded a mostly-white webpage.
"Jaan, turn off your damn monitor! These things play hell with my eyes, you know that! I want to take off these goggles really really bad." Reeva pleaded, hands held at his chest, pleading. He even pouted a little.
"Fine, fine." Jaan said, and the monitor faded off.
"Thank you, Jaan." the bat said, releasing a clasp at the back of the goggles, He placed them on the folding table with a clunk, and in the low light, sidled up to Jesse. Reeva, shorter than Jesse by a foot, looked up at Jesse as he wrapped an arm around his waist, claws playing at Jesse's toweled thigh. "I've heard you haven't interacted much with anthros, Jesse. Being from the States, and all." The bat's eyes were largely black, round, and blinking slowly. "We were bred to operate in specific environments, the biologic component of scent being key in our genetics, upbringing, and training." He paused for a moment. "We need to know you to trust you." The bat pressed his nose leaf into Jesse's side, inhaling his scent. "We're all little pent up, which is very stressful. I have it on good authority from Matti that you can... help us out with that. So let's kill two birds with one stone and get comfortable with each other in more ways than one, mnn?"
Jesse's tongue played with his lips, feeling suddenly parched. Reeva placed Jesse's hand in his, and guided him in the low light to where Piotr, the great dane hybrid, was sitting. Piotr smiled, spreading his enormous legs apart. Let the celebrations begin, though Jesse. His inner thighs had a slightly lighter density of hair, his pink skin showing underneath his dark grey fur. Reeva placed a paw on the Jesse's shoulder, and guided him to his knees in the dark. "Take in his scent, Jesse." Jesse's eyed the fat package in front of him. Piotr's heavy, lemon-sized testes rested in the puddle of lightly-furred skin that was his sac. His sheath was bloated, the size of a beer can, a small nib of pink peeking out of the tip. Jesse placed his fingers on the sheath, and lifted it off of his enormous balls. Jesse pressed his face into the space where the sheath met Piotr's sac, and pulled his scent into him. Piotr's musk burned in Jesse's mind. All Jesse wanted to do was fuck.
"He does smell nice, Jesse..." Reeva cooed, crouching next to him, "And he loves getting his tail eaten out." Piotr licked his chops noisily, his jowls dripping. He stoop up into Jesse's face, squishing his fat, flaccid cock into him. Piotr then turned around, dropped to his hands and knees, and spread his legs, lifting his tail high. Piotr's cock and balls hung almost halfway to the floor. Jesse moaned, swallowing. Jesse crawled over to the mammoth canid hybrid, and started lapping at the underside of his balls. He worked his way up, slurping noisily on the abundant loose flesh of his sac. Jesse pressed his teeth onto the bulge of his taint, testing the size of the hidden cock with his mouth. Piotr moaned, and began to pant.
Reeva slipped his claws into Jesse's towel, and grasped Jesse's throbbing package. As he started stroking Jesse, the towel fell to the floor and was kicked to the side by Reeva. Piotr pulled his firm cheeks apart, and Jesse pressed his face in and began lapping hungrily on the sides of Piotr's tailhole. The bat coaxed Jesse's rear upwards, and plunged his long, prehensile tongue into Jesse's depths with one push. Jesse moaned into Piotr's earthy taste as he was brought into twitching throes of pleasure by the bat's talents. Reeva's paws slowly worked Jesse, who was already throbbing a steady stream of pre. Jesse began to clench on Reeva's probing tongue, who pulled it out with one slick motion.
"Oh no you don't," Reeva giggled, pulling Jesse away from Piotr's tailhole gently by the neck. "I'm going to stick my cock in you first." Jesse was turned around to face Reeva's dripping member. It's was the size and shape of a large plantain, with a head that flared like a horse, sprouting from his groin. Precum slid down its length in rivulets. Jesse pressed his face into the heavy, fist-sized sac, inhaled the scent deeply, and ran his tongue up the shaft to the tip. He then dropped to his hands, and lowered his chest slowly onto a large towel that was covering the concrete. Jesse pressed his ass up and toward Reeva, who grasped at Jesse's hips with his long claws. He dug those claws in, a bit painfully, into Jesse's flesh before lining up his cock to Jesse's taint.
"Mnn, I'm going to enjoy this..." Reeva sighed as he smeared his flared tip against Jesse's taint and asshole. Pre began to run down Jesse's leg from the Reeva's highly productive internals. Jesse reached back with one hand to pull his ass apart, and Reeva pressed in. The flared head was squishy and warm, completely filling Jesse's entrance, before pushing into his inner ass with a slow squelch. Jesse's mouth opened wide in a silent moan.
Reeva pushed in another inch before pulling up and back, realigning the flare of his tip, plugging Jesse completely. "Ugh, oh..." Jesse mumbled, completely elated with the experience. "Feelin' my girth, Jesse? Mnn, it gets a bit bigger at the base..." Reeva wrapped his claws around Jesse's iliac crest, and pushed forward gingerly, sliding deeper into Jesse.
"Aaah! Aah!" Jesse cried out. Reeva wasn't kidding, he got bigger as we went further in. Reeva continued to push in, working towards hilting in the human, pulling back occasionally to continue with a thrust.
Piotr's handpaw suddenly lifted Jesse's head up to meet his sparkling blue eyes. "Taste," he said. Piotr was crouched in front of Jesse on the balls of his footpaws. His cock was half-flaccid, drooping out over his heavy sac, and dribbling on the floor. Jesse pushed himself up on to his hands, and leaned forward to lick at the thick, throbbing dog cock, which pulled him away from Reeva. Reeva pulled back on Jesse's hips with a smack, and Jesse cried out in suprise. Reeva had bottomed-out in Jesse, his girth splitting Jesse open at the base. And oh, did it feel glorious.
"Mnn, all in, Jesse." Reeva moaned, as he began pulling out slowly, his flared tip dragging through Jesse's guts. Jesse squirmed as he leaned forward to take in the spaded tip of the monstrous dog. He placed the tip between his lips, and pulled, bringing Piotr closer. Reeva began pounding Jesse then, hammering straight into his prostate. Jesse's eyes went starry with the sensation, pressing wet, soft flesh into his throat. Piotr's cock, with his knot barely formed, nearly choked Jesse. It was currently the size of two and a half cans stacked on top of each other, and Jesse slurped at it hungrily, wanting to see how large the goliath grew.
Reeva's sac slapped against Jesse's, his movements becoming more erratic, his flared tip dragging harder in Jesse's guts. Piotr, gaining in stiffness, began to push deep into Jesse's throat, his sheath now covering a growing knot. Jesse reached up to pull the sheath back, and was rewarded with quick spurts of precum. Piotr pulled out of Jesse's throat and began smearing his huge phallus over Jesse's cheeks. He then pulled back and began working it with his paws lewdly. His knot, still not fully formed, was a little smaller than an apple, and his now fully stiff shaft was at least a foot long. Jesse suddenly gasped, and screamed as he came hands-free, Reeva having pounded his G-Spot for what felt like the fiftieth consecutive time in a minute.
Jesse spasmed around Reeva's cock as he came in bursts, bucking and twitching as Reeva slammed into his prostate each time Jesse came. Tears and sweat rolled down Jesse's face. Jesse reached up to wipe his face with his forearm, but just then, Reeva increased his pace ferociously, growling and throwing a leg over Jesse's side. He pulled Jesse's ass apart with his hand paws, and pushed in deeper than ever. His urethra throbbed visibly, distending Jesse's ass, and Jesse nearly came again from the sensation of feeling each dump of cum pulse through the ring of his ass.
"Ugh you're a good lay." the bat growled, pulling out of Jesse with a squelch and a pop. When Jesse felt Reeva's weight lift off of him, he immediately felt Piotr's huge, broad tongue begin lapping up the mess Reeva had left. With a smacking of jowls, Piotr pulled Jesse's ass into his face, and began feasting on Reeva's copious load of cum that was leaking out of Jesse's ass. Piotr began licking the insides of Jesse's thighs, working his way down to Jesse's dripping balls and sensitive shaft. The great dane's long neck curled around to milk Jesse's shaft, taking all nine inches of it into his muzzle, and sucking strongly. The hybrid then began lapping at the puddle Jesse had left on the towel, taking it into his mouth with a number of pronounced licks. Grabbing the nape of Jesse's neck, he pulled Jesse up into a messy kiss. Jesse could taste the mixed essences as Piotr's massive tongue forced its way into Jesse's throat.
With a single lick on Jesse's cheek, Piotr stood up to full height, and tapped Jesse with his spaded cock tip. "Prepare yourself," he emitted as a low growl, lost fully to the task of arousing Jesse. Jesse lifted himself up, and stumbled to stand against the jacuzzi. His legs barely worked. Piotr gently grasped Jesse's sides, and smeared his cock against the crack of Jesse's ass. He pressed against Jesse, and Jesse shuddered as he felt the cock touch him high on his back. Piotr pulled back, spitting a puddle onto the top of Jesse's behind. Jesse felt it slid down his crack, and pool on top of the meaty spade wedged just behind his tender hole.
Slowly, Jesse felt Piotr pull his ass apart with his paws. And slowly, he felt Piotr press inward. The tip was impossibly huge, and even the rough fuck Reeva had given him barely prepared Jesse for the almost three inch diameter of the hybrid's doghood. Jesse suddenly belted out a high-pitched gasp, and felt a rush of length fill him wholly as he popped. Piotr placed his paws on Jesse's shoulder, and gave a teasing push against Jesse with his immense knot. Jesse's once again hard tip touched against the wooden paneling on the jacuzzi with his push. "Fucking... christ... god..." Jesse gasped, "I'm so full..." Jesse felt himself pushing back against the knot, feeling hot nips of pain as Piotr stretched him to his limit.
"I don't think I can take you all the way..." Jesse panted, as Piotr pulled back slowly. Piotr remained silent, but for low panting, as he wrapped a muscular arm around Jesse's side, and began grasping Jesse's cock, squeezing it with each small thrust. Jesse leaked precum profusely, and began to inexorably push back against the dane's enormous knot. Piotr rested his muzzle on Jesse's neck, nuzzling him. Small laps at his cheek as he increased the length on his long pulls into and out of Jesse's warm, tight hole. Soon, Jesse and Piotr were rocking back and forth, one arm barring Jesse's chest, a paw playing with his nipple, and another arm wrapped around Jesse's hips, playing with his cock. Piotr was built, strong. Jesse barely realized he had any weight on his tip-toes when he started to feel Piotr really unleash into him. That knot began to push his ass apart, and soon, Jesse's ass began to start suckling the top of it.
This drove Piotr into a frenzy, slowing each thrust down to push as hard as he could into Jesse. The knot slid at odd angles, sometimes pushing into Jesse, which elicited another girlish cry, and sometimes slamming Jesse forward, causing Piotr to grip him tighter. Beginning to work out the angle, Piotr lifted Jesse off the ground completely, sliding his hand under Jesse's leg and balancing him on a digitigrade thigh. This left Jesse's ass wide open, and Pitor began short jackhammering motions against Jesse's entrance. He relished the feeling of near release, and just as his knot pushed Jesse half-way, Piotr dropped Jesse's leg and slammed the rest of the bulb into him.
Jesse gasped, shouted as he came again ferociously as Piotr slowly milked his cock with his soft paw pads. He felt Piotr's member pulse, filling his cavity with what felt like a pint of cum. The juices poured down Jesse's legs, thick with seed. Piotr guided Jesse's hand down towards his own stomach, and had him grasp the cock that filled his bowels. He felt it pulsing. Jesse rubbed his belly, his mouth hanging agape. He looked around the room with eyes half open for Matti and found his him. Matti smiled with him, and began approaching the panting human with a towel.