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Demitri cussed softly as he turned sharply away from the ticket counter. If his night was not already bad enough with travel cancellations from the storm, he now had to endure a few more nights waiting for the next earliest bus ride back to the comfort of his home. He could have gotten an earlier trip, but some asshole wolves had cut the queue and snapped up the remaining few slots. It infuriated the cheetah even more when they cut off his protests with a rude paw to his muzzle, and merely laughed as he tried to reason with them. Now, he was stuck in a travel no-go zone with thousands of other stranded passengers in a city that could easily find itself knee-deep in water.

"Fuck." He cussed again as he tucked the bus ticket into his pocket. At the very least, he would be home by Thursday, but that was still a few days too long. He wanted to get away from the stench of the crowds and the packed confines of the concrete jungle.

The cheetah pushed his way through the crowds and made his way back to his hotel. At the very least, he still managed to snag one of the last few rooms that were still available. The staff had been kind to put him up, and at a discounted rate, no less. The hotel's restaurants were mostly closed due to the standstill in supply deliveries, but they had enough to prepare simple meals for its guests. The bar, though, had only been recently stocked, and there was more than enough alcohol to numb the day's disappointments.

He had barely reached for the drinks menu when, from the corner of his eye, he spotted the canine trio of misfits who had cut him off at the station. There they were, sitting by the counter, chugging beer after beer as they rocked the classy bar with their uncouth laughter. Their brash attitude made his eyes and ears hurt, and it made his blood pressure boil. They waved their drinks in the air, and waved their hotel keycards at the bartender as they ordered another dri-

Keycards? Demitri blinked briefly, watching the swipe of the card through the cashier as they rang up another order. They were here? In his hotel? The cheetah could not believe his luck; if they could not already ruin his night enough, he was going to have to endure them for the next few days. That is, if he had not already burst an artery; he wondered just how he was going to be able to tolerate such mangy dogs whom he would castrate in a heartbeat.

Then, he realised just how lucky he was.

Demitri sauntered up to the bar, making sure he was in plain view of the trio as he flagged down the zebra behind the counter. It took a moment for them to recognise him, but eventually, they did.

"Kitty cat!" He winced visibly, then with careful deliberation, turned to give them a sideways glance at them. "Didn't expect to see you here!"

The leader of this tumultuous pack was a stocky grey wolf, dressed in a sports tank top and athlete's slacks. If the weight of his clumsy arm was any indication, he was probably on a college wrestling or football team. The fact he was drinking probably meant he was graduating, and the name of the college meant he was quite a long way from home. Perfect.

"Listen," drawled the wolf. "Sorry about cutting you off like that just now. We were just wanting to get back home. See, me and my buds? We're graduating. We're striking it out on our own when we get back. Gonna start up our own pack, ya know?"

The cheetah gave a nervous nod, shrinking slightly as the trio crowded around him chugging their weak beers. He needed to earn their trust if he was going to get much closer, and for all the trouble he was going through, it seemed to be working. The wolf droned on about the benefits of their own pack, and how they were looking forward to do as they please. They had plans, albeit shaky ones based on too much belief on some Internet financial scheme. If only they knew what was going through his head right now.

"So," the wolf offered as he lifted his beer bottle in what seemed to be a toast. "No hard feelings?"

He paused for effect, before nodding. If only you knew.

"Atta boy!" came the booming racket of coarse laughter and cheering. "That's the spirit!"

Demitri offered to buy them a round of celebratory drinks, to which he was met with a deafening roar of delight. He shuffled them off to a table before gesturing to the bartender. The zebra put down the glasses he had been cleaning, leaning down as the cheetah gestured him to approach a little closer.

"Get us a couple of shots first, then a couple beers," he whispered before pushing a couple of packets of white powder and a $100 bill forward. "Big packet is for the big boy. The other two are for the small fry."

The zebra shot him a look, but it changed as he glanced over the cheetah's shoulder at the trio who were slamming their bottles into the table. With a nod and a practised swipe of his hand, the money and the drugs were gone.

"Room 3434," the equine quietly nickered as he reached for a dirty glass beside his arm.

"Party's not going end anytime soon," he added, in a sultry voice too suggestive to ignore.

"It might get a bit crowded," the zebra replied.

"The more the merrier," winked the cheetah.

With a grin on the zebra's muzzle, Demitri grabbed the shot glasses and made off to his newfound 'friends'. The hard liquor disappeared quickly, although it left a pleasant tingle as it singed it way down to the very core of his body. The alcohol loosened their tongues, and as expected, the cheetah began to grow more intimate with their backgrounds and personalities.

Once the beers arrived, and the placement of each bottle decided by the zebra bartender, things began to move along fairly quickly. The careful choice of beer meant the bitter taste of the drug was easily masked. A casual drinking game resulted in the swift draining of each bottle. Just a few minutes wait and soon, they were stumbling towards the exit in a drunken stupor. The cheetah slipped an arm under the alpha of the pack, tossing a knowing wink towards the zebra as they made for the lift lobby.

By the time they reached the hotel room door, the drug was starting to take effect. The canines were panting hard, their gait growing ever more unsteady, and their sense of reality impaired as one of them tried to unlock the door with a credit card. Their sense of judgement was definitely too far gone for them to realise the cheetah had unlocked their door with the keycard he had swiped during the round of drinking. They stumbled in, nearly tripping over themselves as the drugged wolves collapsed into a heap on the single bed in the room.

With a huff, the cheetah extricated himself from the pile of bodies, patting down his crumpled clothes. Like typical bachelor males, the room stunk of their unwashed odour, soiled clothes strewn carelessly across the armchair, and their bags lay in an indistinguishable pile in the corner of the room. A quick ruffle through their belongings revealed that they had packed light, but had been backpacking it for a while. They carried little valuables, which only reinforced their traditionalist, pack oriented backgrounds.

"Perfect," Demitri grinned.

However, he had to gather his own belongings from his own room first. Grabbing their keycard again, he twisted the thermostat to its highest setting, wrenched the valve for the radiator to its maximum flow position, hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign over the door, and slipped out. The heat would help things along, and some privacy would be needed for what he had in mind for the rest of the night.

The cheetah took his time, making his way to his own room a few floors up. He did not have time to unpack, and his luggage was right where the bellhop had left it. There was no need for this room any more; it was far better to share a room with some newfound friends and give a deserving stranded passenger a room for the night. After quietly pushing his luggage into the wolves' room, which was heating up nicely, he strolled back down to the lobby and explained his situation to the desk clerk. Things were looking up; not only were they giving him a full refund, they offered him a free upgrade the next time he was in town for his generosity. That was more that enough to give him a bounce in his step as he slowly strolled around the hotel.

By the time he got back to his new room, the heat enveloped his body like the Sahara's desert sun. To him, it was a change from the cold, dreary weather in his short week here. It felt more like his home on the African plains, although it was much stuffier, humid, and rank. He carefully stripped off his clothes and hung them up in the cupboard by the door, before grabbing his luggage to round the corner into the main attraction.

Despite being drugged halfway to the imaginary moon, all three wolves had managed to strip themselves down to their underwear, shirts and shorts entangled off the ends of their limbs. Demitri felt his sheath swell with pride at the sight, a smirk on his lips as he approached the bed. It seemed that his extended stay would not be so bad after all.

"Housekeeping." He purred softly as he began to tidy up the clutter. He worked better when his workspace was neat and things were in their proper place. Furthermore, it gave him the opportunity to get to know his roommates a bit better.

The wolves had been on a jungle trip, according to the itinerary in one of their bags, organised as a coming-of-age ritual by traditional wolf packs. Their schedule was packed full of trekking to marked checkpoints from dusk till dawn, setting up traditional wolf camps, hunting, marking, and finally, making it to the peak of a mountain. Yesterday had marked the end of the two full weeks out in the wilderness, and with their now cancelled flight that was due tomorrow, it seemed the city was the ideal location to let off some steam. If the packets of unopened condoms were not clue enough, the downtown map circled with the city's less glamorous night attractions was the damning evidence.

As Demitri packed for his roommates, he sniffed at every pair of pants and shorts. He searched for their underwear, but found that apart from the ones on their bodies, they had packed only one extra set for each member of the pack. The briefs that they were wearing now were squeaky clean, but the jockstraps in their luggage was damp with sweat and urine. Sporty and functional, yes, but if they had a traditional way of life, then perhaps they were traditional in other aspects as well.

Save for the condoms and soiled jocks, which he carefully laid out on the coffee table, he tucked their bags neatly into the wardrobe. By now, all this sorting and cleaning had gotten him worked up. The tip of his sheath was a pale pink, the heat caressing the damp tip with its invisible waves. By the sweat on his brow and the rising mercury on the wall-mounted thermometer, it was time to take things up a notch.

Kneeling beside his suitcase, practised fingers unlocked and flipped open the hard plastic shell designed to withstand the weight of an elephant, and for good reason. Inside, the fruits of his labour glistened in the dim light, the top half of the case lined with rows upon rows of small Pyrex vials filled with an assorted coloured fluids. He picked a handful of blue ones, stood up, and addressed himself to the barely conscious trio.

"Time to get the party started, boys."

He tore off their clothing, barely stirring a protest even as he shredded their fresh briefs from their body. The two, less drugged members of the pack were responding to his powdered concoction, their erections already slipping free after the liberation from their clothed prisons. A pair of angry red shafts stuck out from their matted crotches, sticky with the lack of hygiene and, if his assumptions were correct, a good few months of sexual denial. The run-up to the coming-of-age ritual usually meant having to remain chaste, until after the ritual, where they would formally establish a pack, the climax of which was marked with the impregnation of a female of their choice.

Demitri savoured the thought as he gently wiped down both shafts with more alcohol swabs than he thought necessary. The cool liquid briefly stemmed the swell of their erections, just long enough for the cheetah to dump a few vials of the blue gel-like substance over their cocks and slipping at least three canine condoms over each cock. The expanded latex base fit snuggly around the barely swollen knot, but the material would soon stretch and compress around the bulbous base, providing additional stimulation whether they liked it or not.

The next step was a little more arduous; he hefted the smallest of the three canines into the bathroom, using his knowledge of anatomy to coax drugged muscles until the wolf had the upper half of his body in the tub, and the lower half over the edge. The other canine lay bent over the coffee table in the same position. Both had their jocks crudely shoved against their noses and tied in place with the torn shreds of their cloths, but not before the cheetah added a liberal dose of his home-brewed synthetic female canine heat solution, topping it off with urine samples of female canines in heat. No point wasting degrading samples that would never make it back in time to his lab.

Demitri gave his now fully exposed erection a few jerks as he approached the bed, the more drugged alpha reacting not as quickly as his subordinates. It was deliberate, of course, leaving him more time to prepare the alpha with a bit more tender loving care. After grabbing a few more times, he treated the alpha to the same arousal-stirring hormone concentrated urine-soaked jockstrap treatment, to which the canine gave a soft grunt. Once droplets of yellow nectar had struck the canine's tongue, his hips began to give a little quiver.

"My, my," the feline purred, gently teasing the sticky entrance of his sheath as the alpha's erection slipped free. "No wonder you're the leader of the pack."

His endowment was noticeably bigger than his two junior pack members, growing nearly the length of his forearm and as thick as his wrist. The cheetah could barely contain himself as he imagined just how thick that knot would grow. Beneath them, the equally sizeable testes hung low in the heat, each one churning with concentrated unspent semen.

If the cold mist of the anaesthetic spray to the tip of the canine's prick did not stem the continual swelling in the cheetah's paws, the rough insertion of the blunt end of a syringe did. The canine beneath him gave a little squirm in protest, but the overwhelming sensations of scent and taste was enough to placate the otherwise stoned canine. With one hand gently fondling his own barbed erection, the other gently depressed on the plunger, forcing the inky viscous liquid within deep down into the dog's cock.

Demitri gently pulled out the syringe, squirting the remainder of the black substance onto the tip of the dog cock. The mysterious glossy liquid coated the tapered tip, adhering to heated flesh like liquid latex. It shimmered in the poor hotel lighting, its glossy surface smooth one moment and textured the next. The cheetah gently rubbed the sensitive tip of the straining shaft with a finger, watching as the canine's hips bucked and trembled under his very touch, finally rising off the bed as he dragged his finger right off the underside.

"Mmm..." The cheetah grinned as he stuck his finger into his mouth, licking up the savoury drop of pre-ejaculate. "Delicious."

With a smack of his lips, he grabbed his smartphone and powered it on. Flicking through the pages of applications, he finally settled on a page with only a single icon before tapping it. As the application launched, the word 'Calibrating' flashed on-screen. The black substance instantly began to expand and contract, its texture changing rapidly from sharp pointed edges to smooth rounded bumps. The alpha wolf trembled and shook, a strained gurgle rising from his throat as the newfound sensations began to overwhelm his senses. By the time the mysterious substance had resettled back to its original state, the word "Done" flashed for but a second before the application's user interface loaded.

Demitri flicked through the pages of settings and preferences, checking what he wanted, did not want, and tweaking the settings of his brand new experimental smart latex. He had spent quite a considerable effort developing the material, infusing liquid latex with millions upon millions of nanites. It took years of research and development, but finally, he had reached the stage he had been looking forward to for quite some time: product testing. Sure, the laboratory tests went off without a hitch, but this was the first time he was taking his smart latex out of the confines of a sterile environment.

"Maximum erection," Demitri drawled, one hand masturbating his aching feline cock while the other flicked through his settings. "Check. Knot inflation, maximum. Prostate fusion, enabled."

The smart latex slowly began to thin itself out, enveloping the throbbing shaft from tip to base. Once it had been completely engulfed, the dog's cock began to visibly swell. The knot puffed out immediately, it's uneven texture emphasised by the stretched out material. A press of a button and the smart latex pushed out the canine's cock even further, forcing more of the knot out of its furry sheath.

"Very good," purred the cheetah. "Urethra dilation, maximum."

In an instant, the nanites went to work; from the tiny, sticky little opening that once graced the tip of the wolf's cock, a slick, black hole big enough for him to slip his digits appeared. Leaning down, the cheetah gently slipped his sandpaper-like tongue into the new opening, rewarded with an even more intense flavour burst of the canine's masculinity.

"Seminal flow rate, severely restricted."

He gently fondled the canine sack, watching the result of his latest input on the animations on screen. The latex was working its way into the vas deferens, little machines working to obstruct the tubes that would carry potent canine sperm. It would not prevent ejaculation, but ensure that what would have been rich, thick spurts would be reduced to a mere dribble. If, that is, any sperm would make it out at all.

"Begin detachment and restructuring process."

The phone flashed in red, throwing up the "Confirm" prompt, which Demitri swiftly replied with a tap on the screen. A progress bar appeared, followed by a sixty minute countdown. Tossing the device onto the bed, the cheetah slinked over to the wolf bent over the coffee table. With a bit of time on his paws now, his attention now turned to the two other wolves that had been patiently waiting for him.

Bending down, he gently gripped the condom-clad erection, giving it a squeeze to ensure that the nanite-infused gel had been completely absorbed. Reaching for one of the many credit card sized remotes in his suitcase, he depressed a button and waiting for the blinking LEDs to stop flashing. As it did, the wolf on the coffee table gave a groan, before his rump began thrusting wildly in mid-air. With a gentle press of his spotted on the furry tush, he stilled the wolf's attempts at stimulation.

Once the remote had stopped blinking, he gently clicked down on the button marked 'PE' and released. The stretched condoms began to squeak in protest as the canine's cock reached an artificially generated erection. The knot swelled to its maximum size, just slightly smaller than the alpha's, but still big enough for the cheetah to barely wrap his paws around. Then, with an audible "Pop!", the condoms could take no more, now hanging off the rock hard shaft in tattered remains.

Demitri fondled the hard dog cock, feeling its sticky warmth as the dog began to thrust into his hand. The canine was far more limber and willing to move as compared to the more heavily sedated alpha, but the blank gaze and the lolling tongue showed resembled nothing more than a mindless animal. The cheetah felt a surge of pride at what he had achieved so far, then felt a surge of warmth as the humping wolf's cock began to spurt clear, sticky liquid into his palm.

A second press on the button marked "RF" stopped the spurts, instead turning the squirts of pre-ejaculate into a steady drool. As the wolf's hips increased in pace, and the heavy testes signal their intentions to release, the cheetah swiftly hit the "OD" button. Those hips never stopped their thrusting, and nothing but a clear stream of sticky liquid flowed from the beautifully sore tapered tip of the wolf' cock. The damp spot in the carpet beneath was only growing larger, as was the increasingly loud whines from the desperate wolf.

To emphasise just how effective his product was, the cheetah leaned in and suckled on the drooling tip like a teat offered to a nursing cub. The taste was simply divine as it oozed onto his tongue, made even better with the constant whining of denied pleasure that tickled his ears like the finest symphony. Smacking his lips once he had his fill, he reached back into suitcase, slipping his fingers into a compartment hidden from plain sight.

"Your punishment," the cheetah whispered softly into his ear.

The masturbation sleeve looked like any other sex toy, completed with suction cup base for total handsfree action. Sticking it to the side of coffee table, he grabbed the canine's cock by the knot and fed the quivering length into the realistically modelled canine pussy. In an instant, the wolf was thrusting away like a wild dog in the heat of mating season. It only took a few minutes before the whines of frustration indicated that his toy was working as it was designed.

"Feel that?" Demitri purred, stroking his length as the wolf humped away. "I bet that's my secret itching powder working. The more you fuck it, the more it works. Your cock slime turns it into a sticky paste, making your filthy dog cock itch even more."

The whispered words into the wolf's ear seemed to have little effect on the lust-ridden canine. It, however, made the cheetah's erection even stronger, coating the inside of the paw clenched around it.

"Good boy," he grinned. "Try not to knot with..."

The moment the words left his muzzle, the wolf's knot disappeared past the lips of the firm silicone, knotting the canine in the tormented passage. The canine grunted in frustration as the dastardly mixture began to attack the sensitive knot, hips struggling to free the tortured shaft. It was only a matter of time before all the struggling caused the incomparably weak suction cup to dislodge itself, leaving the wolf thrusting with the entire sleeve engulfed around his erection.

Demitri could barely contain his laughter at the sight of he slick silicon hugged the canine cock like a glove, rubbing against the side of the coffee table with audible squeaks. The sounds of desperation pleased him, knowing that he and he alone held the key to his release. He stood back up to lord over the canine, but not before hearing a sharp "Crack!" and a brief pinch to the bottom of his foot.

It seemed that no one would ever had the key to his release, not with the now broken remote.

With a chuckle, the cheetah left the humping wolf to his own devices as he reached for the phone on his bed. A quick check revealed there was still a good forty-five minutes left. Plenty of time to work on the other canine, he mused. Digging deep into his suitcase, he gathered a spare remote and a few other of his favourite toys and stepped into the bathroom.

As the harsh glow of the bathroom lights clicked on, the smallest member of their pack had somehow managed to curl up into the bathtub. The condoms had survived their experience, even with paws gripping loosely at the still hard erection. The gel had infused good and long, a much quicker response time from the moment Demitri clicked on the remote. With enough space even to accommodate even an elephant, the wolf's limbs writhed, a drunken moan spilling from his agape muzzle.

This time, the cheetah had his finger on the button marked "RE", holding it firmly down and pointing the remote at the wolf's erection like it was a garage door or household appliance. The thick knot began to deflate first, shrinking like a punctured balloon loosing its air. Then, his length began to shrink back down into his sheath, the triple layer of condoms falling off with nothing left to hold on to. He only released the button until all but a touch of sticky pink was left at the entrance of the canine's sheath.

His once proud erection was now barely visible under the thick grey fur, looking almost like a female's clit, only this one was spurting weak jets of his excitement onto his belly. With a finger on his sheath, he pressed the same "RF" and "OD" buttons like what he did with his larger compatriot. Not that he would have reach the same state of arousal with only the tip of his cock, but it never hurt to be safe than sorry.

Demitri huffed as his erection began to ache, stiff from inaction after such a prolonged period of arousal. He need some release, and looking down at the wolf in the tub, he licked his lips. Getting down onto all fours, he gently nuzzled the wolf's neck, manoeuvring his hips into position over the wolf's crotch. With a hand holding the wolf's sheath steady, he shifted his own erection forward until the tip sticky tips were touching.

"S... Shit," moaned the cheetah. Both cocks provided sufficient lubrication for the entry to be fairly smooth. It took a few tries before his own cock stopped slipping out, but once he was in the tight confines of the canine's sheath, the reward was worth the effort. His barbs scraped and scratched along the docile shaft within, translated into a little tickle of pleasure for the feline. It took all his effort to not continue thrusting, knowing that his barbs could easily rip and shred the delicate skin of the sheath.

Slow thrusts were all he could manage, but the growing warmth between their hips was more than enough stimulation. Demitri sunk his teeth into the wolf's shoulder, rewarded with a groan and sufficiently weakened struggles to further stir his lust. He let the wolf beneath do all the work; the slightest growl of protest was met with a purr of utter lust, erect feline cock sliding against the shrunken canine shaft.

One thrust later and soon, the warm sheath got even warmer, thick feline seed filling the tight confines. Sharp teeth released the scruff of the wolf's neck, but without tasting any blood, the cheetah was confident he left a love bite worthy of a dominant cat. He let his shaft pump a few more good thick spurts before sliding his erection free, letting the barbs slowly work their way out. A single string of feline ejaculate connected the two, before gravity pulled it down to coat the peeking canine tip.

"Let's get you all done up, shall we?" whispered the cheetah.

His fingers reached towards the sink, settling on the cool touch of metal he had set aside earlier. The chastity belt was a custom piece of pride, specially manufactured for his own devious purposes. Most of his inspiration for a device like this came from the commercial market, which often featured devices that were too easy to overcome. His design had considered all these weaknesses, making it quite a formidable challenger to even the nimblest or smartest of those who had worn it before.

The chrome tube slipped easily into the canine's cum-stuffed sheath, Demitri being careful not to let any of his precious semen spill out. The tube slid down the sheathed canine penis, which was still artificially flaccid, until it could in go in no further. By that time, the canine's sheath had barely managed to swallow the end, which was moulded perfectly to fit the tip of a canine cock. The small round opening would all but expose just the tiniest amount of flesh, and provide access enough for daily hygiene.

The next accessory in the feline's chastity arsenal was the metal cage that would encase the canine's sheath and prevent the removal of the inner tube. It's function was not as important as its form; the cage would serve as a visual reminder of the obvious lack of control. It fit snugly, as it had been designed to do so, with the tip of the inner tube resting through the specifically placed hole in the centre of the end of the chastity cage.

A final 'Click!' of the magnetised ring-lock around the canine's genitals and the cheetah's job was done. It would take only a special set of keys to release the now chastity device, keys that were unique and were very expensive to replicate. The keys were in luggage, of course, but it made his flagging cock surge with renewed arousal at the sheer thought of his lost luggage sitting at the some tropical airport in some island in the Pacfic.

"Poor doggie cock." Demitri leaned down, swiping his tongue across the tiny opening that was already oozing a mix of frustrated canine and feline satisfaction. "All trapped and..."

The beeping of his smartphone cut him off, piercing the silence of the room. In an instant, he hopped out of the tub, dropping everything and dashing out to grab it off the bed. The screen was off, but the audible prompt was indistinguishable.

Process Complete.

If the blinking visual prompt was not sufficient, the newly latex-clad canine cock resting on the drugged alpha's belly was proof enough. It lay in his fur, visibly detached from its owner. Picking it up, the cheetah revelled in its fresh warmth, cuddling it affectionately to his cheek.

A finger dove into the alpha wolf's sheath, wriggling about until it reached the small nub of what was left of the alpha's cock. He could feel the flesh remodelled in the shape of the tip of a typical canine cock. He could feel the sticky pre-ejaculate leaking deep inside his sheath, and a thick stand of it stuck to his paw as it withdrew it from the now vacant void in the alpha's body.

The previously attached dog cock now resembled a lifelike canine dildo, it's stiffness and heat giving it a surreal sensation of what was part of the alpha wolf just a scant hour ago. A gentle lick to the length of the latex cock dildo resulted in a frustrated whine, the alpha wolf's hips gyrating to an erection that was no longer there. Demitri grinned in satisfaction; the nanites were still transmitting sensations back to the canine, despite the physical separation. Granted, there were going to be technical challenges on how to sustain this invisible link, but his hyper-stimulated mind was already coming up with a ways to overcome it.

There was a heavy knock at the door, three times in rapid succession. For a brief moment, Demitri felt a flush of panic that instantly wilted his erection. Grabbing a bathrobe from the cupboard, he hopped quickly over towards the door, paws fumbling to get the door chain into place. He cursed softly, hoping it was not hotel security coming to investigate the weird noises and rich scents permeating through the thin walls. Whoever was outside had the peephole covered, and that only increased his anxiety.

Glancing back to his suitcase, he dashed back to grab a couple of vials, stuffing them into the pockets of his bathrobe as insurance. His heart raced as he put his hand on the handle of the door, taking a final deep breath, and opened it.

"Party's over downstairs," came a familiar voice. "I believe we have an invite."

With relief on the tip of his tongue, the cheetah glanced over the zebra's shoulder and spotted two unfamiliar muzzles; a Doberman dressed uncannily like a bouncer and a donkey in the hotel's bellhop uniform. Pushing the door close only long enough to undo the door chain, the cheetah ushered them in with an open palm.

"Whew," whistled the bartender. "Talk about a party."

"There's enough hormones in this room to me to get my rocks off a couple of times, at least!" grinned the Doberman, who was already stripping off his shirt to reveal the well-toned body underneath.

"I know they were a rowdy bunch in the bar," Demitri gestured to the zebra. "What did they do to piss you both off?"

"Harassed a couple of patrons," the Doberman explained, pants already around his ankles. "That and they were a bunch of arrogant pricks."

Demitri turned to the donkey. "And you?"

A string of Spanish words tumbled out of the burro's muzzle fluently, and he did not stop until he noticed the look of confusion on the cheetah's muzzle.

"No tip," he said simply.

With a grin, the cheetah slid his arm around the burro's shoulder, ushering him over to the still humping wolf bent over the coffee table. With his free hand, he grabbed the canine's tail and hiked it up to reveal the clenched sphincter. The donkey grabbed the tail with visible fervour, his other hand working at the growing tent in his pants.

"Enjoy," Demitri whispered before sauntering over to the now naked Doberman. "As for you..."

Leading the naked stud canine into the bathroom by his growing erection, he led him over to the chastised wolf in the bathtub. Upon greeted with the sight, the Doberman whistled softly, although the grin and the surging erection indicated his reaction was more in admiration than apprehension.

"You sure did a number on them." The Doberman leaned in, gently stroking the cool metal imprisoned around heated flesh. Demitri playfully slapped the dog on the rump before tossing him a few of the hotel's complimentary condoms that sat on the bathroom sink.

"Play safe," Demitri winked.

As he turned back into the room, the sight of the black-and-white striped body stopped him in his tracks, a well-toned body befitting an active individual. Lean, slender, and ever so sexy; Demitri sauntered right up to the zebra, just as those bottle-tossing hands were hooked in the designer briefs. There was a look of surprise when the cheetah's fingers lightly traced across the curvy rump, but there was no move to stop his blatant flirting nor a sound of protest. With fingers moving from rear to front, spotted paws gently cupped the hefty bulge before gently tugging at the waistband, urging the striped equine forward towards the bed.

Demitri carefully flicked his tail out of the way as he sat on the edge, never breaking his gaze with the zebra. Slipping his paws past the waistband, he gently tugged the fabric down, unveiling the growing serpent hidden within. With a delicate touch, he lifted the zebra's length, stroking until it throbbed in his very paws and leaked copiously from the flared head.

Tearing off the condom foil with his bare teeth, the cheetah stretched the lubricated latex ring around the zebra's growing flare before rolling the remainder of the latex down his shaft. Whatever stock of condoms the hotel had clearly did not take into account the zebra's length with only slightly more than half of the zebra's erection covered. Despite the shortcoming, the cheetah shifted to one side, giving the equine his sought after prize.

"All yours, big boy," Demitri purred.

The zebra grunted softly in appreciation, creeping forward and raising the alpha wolf's legs until it was high up in the air. Then, with a commanding thrust, sunk easily into the alpha like it was the canine's second nature. A satisfied smirk crossed Demitri's muzzle at that thought, knowing that it was soon going to become his first.

Grabbing his phone, he quietly excused himself from the cacophony of thrusts, squelches, and dirty talk. Flicking through the phonebook, he settled over a phone and hit 'Dial', cuddling up beside the front door where the bulk of the action would not be picked up by the microphone.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Charn? It's Demitri."

"Ah. My favourite cheetah. I heard you were held up by bad weather."

"Yeah... About that..." Demitri cupped a hand over the microphone, shielding the increasing sounds of lust in the room. "I think I may have three potential candidates for you, Mr. Charn."

"Oh?"

"One fixed, one stuck, and one locked. All intact. I sent you their IDs an hour ago."

"I see." There was a momentary pause, followed by the crisp sound of a pen scribbling on paper. "I'll take care of that. I assume you've already done the honour of breaking them in?"

Demitri chuckled, glancing back over his should to the burro burying his cock with evident gusto into the wolf's rump.

"They made a few friends."

"Good, good. I'll have one of my boys swing around to pick them up once things have settled down. You going to be town long?"

Demitri grinned.

"What's a few more days?"