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". . .what did you say?" Pavel's voice dropped to a harsh whisper as he waited for a response from his phone, ". . .son of a bitch! You mean its all gone? All of it? You're sure?" the room filled with agitated murmurs before the large Bengal tiger waved a hand to quiet them. For a moment, there was silence.

"Son of a BITCH!" Pavel repeated as he threw his phone against the wall, growling and snarling as the pieces fell to the cellar floor. He turned to his audience, quickly collecting himself. "The lab on Golden Hill has been compromised. One of our agents drove by the gates and saw the place swarming with coppers. It's possible he was spotted as well."

"What about the goods, baws?" came a nasally voice, a rat, from the tiger's left, "all gawn?"

"Probably,"

"But how?" asked a female panther, "I thought Golden Hill was cool with us?"

"I thought so too," he answered, "But the good news is that the press eats this shit up. A grow-op in a million-dollar house? It'll be all over the papers tomorrow. We'll know exactly how and when we got busted. Until then, lay low. You'll get a call from me soon. Now go home."

The cellar emptied as the gang members shuffled up the stairs, leaving the tiger alone to stew. How much would the 'upright citizens' of golden hill cost him?

***

The next morning's headlines screamed out the unfortunate truth:

"MILLION-DOLLAR BUST IN MILLION-DOLLAR NEIGHBOURHOOD" "NEIGHBOURHOOD WATCH CAPTAIN VINDICATED"

Pavel slowly sipped his coffee as he read. Apparently, the mansion had been under suspicion for weeks from his nosey neighbour, who claimed he "smelled something funny" whenever he walked by, and saw "several vehicles coming and going at strange hours."

Why was he even up at those hours, he thought, How much time had the brown-noser spent watching his place? He kept reading, the hair on his tail beginning to bristle. Apparently the "upstanding citizens" of golden hill had been watching his house in shifts, keeping track of who was coming, and when, even going so far as to record licence plates. He bared his teeth and scowled as the paper bragged about all the confiscated assets. "the items found at the house included weapons, ammunition, a large quantity of cocaine and a large, functional lab for the production of methamphetamine."

Pavel was ruined. Most of his gang's equipment, as well as the house itself, was now in police custody. He was never going to get any of it back ,and it was all because of that stupid neighbourhood watch. The community of golden hills had betrayed him.

But no one crosses Pavel and the Iron Fang Gang.

He flipped the page, and continued reading about how "simple upstanding citizenry" had "crippled" an organized-crime ring and forced them out of golden hill "for good".

Nobody forces Pavel and his Iron Fangs anywhere, and damned if he was going to sit and take this quietly. He flipped the page again, and he scowl cracked into a wide, predatory grin. The story of his greatly exaggerated downfall was interrupted by a full-page advertisement for the grand opening of a toy store on the city's south side. The press would be out in full force, hoping to catch a glimpse of happy mothers with their happy cubs to report a happy story in happy, crime-free golden hills.

No, he thought, this was not going to fly. The media would get an eyeful of something alright, and by this time next week, golden hill would be known worldwide as Iron Fang territory. But first, he needed a diversion . . .

***

A digital timer, some wires, an official-looking remote, an old bullet-proof vest, and a few lead pipes. A brilliant distraction if ever there was one; the threat of immediate conflagration usually made the stresses of everyday life disappear for a while.

Nobody needed to know that the lead pipes were actually empty. Pavel didn't intend to kill anyone - at least, not this time. No, this was just the prelude.

Now to find who would actually wear the vest . . .it could be simpler than he thought. The decoy didn't need to be a gang member at all!

He stepped outside, waiting for a passerby to come within reach. He found his mark in a lanky poodle, walking a tiny four-legged mop. Pavel quickly shoved the vest around his shoulders and pointed his weapon at the surprised face.

"You're an iron fang now," he said, "And you're about to get your first assignment! That vest you're wearing is rigged to blow on my signal. So if you start talkin' smart, or think you're takin' it off, you're toast, hear?"

The stunned poodle nodded vigorously.

"there's a bank just outside the north end of the city. Stick'em up, and give me a call." Pavel produced a slip of paper with an out-of-service number on it, and shoved it into his new companion's pocket.

"oh, and the timer is rigged for two hours," he said pressing a button, "go."

The convoy slowly rolled up to the toy store entrance, the gang members assured that the authorities were otherwise occupied for the foreseeable future. Pavel hid a pistol in his coat, the others weapons in holsters or slung across their back. He casually slashed the tires of a media van parked outside on his way past, eliciting a chuckle from his gang.

"Okay boys," he purred as the glass doors slid open, "showtime!"

The Iron Fangs poured in into the store. There were a few moments of stunned silence as the mothers, cubs, clerks and media turned to look at the unruly crowd. Two shots were fired into the air by a doberman, who quickly positioned himself in front of the only exit. Screams filled the air as horrified shoppers dropped their bags and ran, hoping to find another escape route.

Another of Pavel's henchmen, a sleek leopard, found himself unable to resist the chase. He zeroed in on a mother fox, carrying her daughter. A stunned reporter was about to turn away when he heard the click of a firearm against his head.

"You best be puttin' that fancy camera to use, boy," Pavel warned, "I want the whole town to see this!"

Reluctantly, the humbled reporter zoomed in the the spectacle unfolding in isle three. The leopard had tackled the mother to the ground, sending the screaming daughter flying out of her mother's arms and sliding across the tile floor. The predatory cat ignored the older vulpine completely, bounding quickly to his feet and pouncing on the sobbing fox kit.

She wore a grey-and-yellow sun dress, and one of the straps had fallen loosely around her shoulder. She looked to be four, maybe five, but the leopard didn't care. He held her down and lifted her dress to reveal her floral-print panties. She screamed for her mommy, but her mother was otherwise occupied: The poor fox had a gun pointed at her head, and was being held down and forced to watch as her daughter struggled and flailed while the leopard poked and prodded between her legs.

With a flurry of claws, the cub's panties are no more; torn away by the eager leopard. The little vixen screams as her virgin nethers are raked by her assailant's rough tongue.

"mmmmm," the leopard purred as poked and licked her clit, knowing each twitch of his textured tongue was torture. When he tired of harassing her tiny pearl, he gingerly began to lick and explore her depths, eagerly lapping up her juices. Deeper and deeper he probed until his tongue met with a soft, spongy barrier.

"Tastes like a virgin," he said, briefly withdrawing to face the camera, " And you know what the iron fangs do with virgins. . ." He grabbed the crying cub under her arms and planted her on his lap, impaling the girl on his red rocket and taking her virginity with one swift motion. It was hard to tell who screamed loudest at that moment, the cub, or her mother. The leopard seemed deaf to their cries, instead joining in with his own calls of ecstasy as he bobbed the small body up and down on his lap.

After a few moments of hardy yelping, the young fox grabbed onto the leopard's shoulder, wincing as she felt her tiny womb overflow. The used toy was then lifted off and tossed aside, warm, white seed pooling between her legs and onto the floor.

Pavel, gun in hand, let the camera back to the main entrance where he was greeted with the lewdest of spectacles: One of his subordinates, a big, beefy grizzly, had targeted an otter family with a pink stroller. The cub, not yet old enough to walk on her own, was being held upside-down by a leg, fully clothed and forced to choke on the bear's cock in front of her parents. The girl's mother shielded her eyes, but the father was staring, a tent in his pants pointing lewdly at his cock-sucking baby. A second reporter, held at gunpoint, filmed the scene.

"Your daughter's a natural!" Pavel complimented as he pointed to the man's stark erection. "I bet she wasn't born that way, was she?"

The otter looked down, his ears turning a deep shade of pink as he realized how aroused he was.

"I, uh. . ." he stammered, looking back and forth between his wife, the camera, the tiger and his gurgling daughter.

"When did you start?" Pavel smirked, his fangs peeking out, "was she even home from the hospital?"

"Of course she was! She - oh. Oh god." He placed his head in his hands. He was busted. Pavel put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't fight it," the tiger said as he patted him on the back, "Show us how you play with your little girl!" he led him over to the grizzly and whispered in her ear. The bear nodded and removed the baby from his member, a gooey string of ejaculate briefly connecting the two. The baby coughed and sputtered, thick white globs leaking from the corner of her mouth as her father gently cradled her.

Daddy went straight to his task, removing his daughter's diaper and pressing his finger up against her puffy pussy. The little otter stopped fussing almost instantly, her cries turned to coos of comfort by her father's intimate touch. He kissed her deeply and gently poked inside her, his digit gathering some natural lubricant as he rubbed her clit in small circles. Pavel nudged the cameraman to zoom in as the father undid his pants and slowly lowered his daughter onto his raging member. He continued rubbing her clit as he prodded her with his tip. Drops of precum began to dribble onto the floor; the father was getting close. He rubbed his daughter faster and faster, holding her close as their breath become rapid and shallow. She kicked her legs out and squealed as her father blew inside of her, filling her up with ropes and ropes of incestuous spunk.

But by this point, Pavel had already moved on, searching for something more suited to his tastes. A scream from the rear of the store attracted his attention. He rushed to the back, assuming the scream had come from the family washroom. He opened the door and was greeted by two timber wolves, one covering the mouth of a female cougar, the other licking his lips and sliding his red canine member between the lower lips of a squalling cougar kitten, apparently caught in the middle of a diaper change.

"Did I catch you at a bad time, gentlemen?" he grinned

"No, sir," replied the wolf holding the mother, "just this bitch giving us some trouble. You know the story. 'she's too young for you', blah blah blah!"

"oh? And how old is she, crone?" Pavel nodded at the wolf to uncover her mouth.

"Three weeks," the woman sobbed, "let her g - mmph!"

"Told ya, boss," the wolf said as he covered her mouth again, "its just nag, nag, nag!"

"Let me take care of her," Pavel said as he cocked his firearm against her head. "You boys have fun with the little one!"

the second wolf eagerly joined the other, wiggling his cock near the infant's mouth, encouraging her to latch on. He giggled in excitement as her rooting reflex took over and she clamped her tiny mouth firmly over the head of his cock. The two wolves, one on each end, began to slowly thrust in unison, squishing the cub between them. The cub fidgeted, kicking and flailing on the change table, her need to cry out in discomfort overpowering her sucking ability.

"ma'am," Pavel ordered as the wolf struggled to stick his cock back in the baby's mouth, "I think he needs some help. Go and please him like a good bitch."

"But-"

*click*

She sighed, knowing that if she disobeyed, her life could end here, in the family washroom of a toy store. Not exactly the most flattering way to go. So she obeyed, kneeling before the predator stationed at her daughter's mouth, and gently took a furry orb into her mouth.

The wolf nearly jumped, startled by the willingness of the mother to assist in her daughter's rape. He grabbed the cougar cub's head and lined it up with his cock once more, this time forcing his throbbing red rod down her throat.

The mother, hearing her daughter's dries muffled, took the second canine gonad into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them, hoping that the sooner her cums, the sooner her and her daughter will be left alone.

Her plan works, and soon both wolves are howling in unison as they blanket the infant with their vile seed.

A buzz from Pavel's pocket broke his concentration. He reached in, pulling out his cell.

"boss!" came the urgent voice on the other end, "We found one! We're savin' her for you!"

Pavel grinned from ear to ear. "Finally," he sighed, closing his cell and leaving the foursome alone.

Outside the bathroom, hoots and hollers filled the air. He hurried to the front of the store, where a very pregnant hare was being held down by a lion. A german shepard was at her other end, violently thrusting into her. A pool of slightly murky water not far away indicated that her water had already broken. She cried out as the shepard dog ravaged her birth canal against her will.

The other gang members and a cameraman surrounded the trio, all unzipped and raging hard.

"Alright boys," the leader announced, "lets see'er!"

The dog reluctantly pulled out, and the hare sighed with relief. She was hoisted up by the arms by her assailants, but quickly squatted down again as a contraction tore through her, amplified by the relentless pounding she had just received. Pavel watched eagerly between her dripping legs, but nothing came.

"bitch!" he yelled as he kicked her in the stomach, "don't think you can hide your little darling from me!"

The hare doubled over, eventually stumbling to all fours before another contraction hit. The tiger booted her again, and was rewarded by chorus of ooo's and aaa's from both gang and media as something appeared below her short, puffy tail. But it wasn't a head.

"push, you dumb cunt!" he commanded, "don't keep the cameras waiting!"

She moaned and tried to comply, bearing down as best she could until she felt something give between her legs.

"A paw!" came a voice from the crowd, "Its coming out backwards!"

Pavel grunted as he elbowed his way behind the mother. It was indeed a hindpaw protruding from the hare's snatch. He was going to have to do this the hard way. He reached down and grabbed the half-born cub by the ankle and pulled, not bothering to wait for the mother's body to catch up. The birthing mother cried out as she felt something large being pulled free.

"It's a girl!" Pavel announced to cheers from the spectators. He grabbed both legs in one hand and pulled again, watching luridly as the newborn's body slowly slid free up to her armpits. He spread her legs and gazed upon her tiny cuntlet, still wet from birth. He gave her a long, slow, intimate lick, and her legs reflexively clenched around his neck. He motioned for the german shepard to kick her again.

The mother coughed as the dog's paw connected with her stomach. Pavel grinned as the baby's arms for forced out, leaving only her little head. He pulled the baby's body up, ready to lift it out of its mother. He looked up, making sure all interested parties were ready for the big event, then nodded to his subordinate again. The shepard wound up, and punted the mother's midsection with all her might. The newborn heaved into the world with a splash of fluid, arms and legs spread, mouth open in a lusty cry, ready to receive her profane baptism. Pavel set the newborn down on the cold floor, and started jerking furiously. One by one, the onlookers aimed and fired at the tiny, wet body, coating her mouth, crotch, chest and face with gobs and gobs of warm, sticky cum. She gagged and gargled as Pavel pressed his member between her legs, shooting his load right into her newborn womb before handing the sticky newborn, umbilical cord still attached, to her horrified mother.

He grabbed the camera as his men straightened up, ready to disperse.

"Remember this, golden hills," he commanded to the dazed media-man, "Remember this face. Remember this day. And remember, this is iron fang territory; now and forever!"