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"If money is the issue, I'll double your normal fee." A disgruntled lady giraffe sat at a table with three others. She was the most obviously annoyed by the interactions, though the little poodle who sat with a calming hand on the taller woman's fist, seemed disturbed by the very stool she was sitting on. Across from the ladies was a golden monkey, large blue eyes giving off the appearance of curious innocence, where the towering green wolf beside him carried a perfectly blank face, neither amused, bothered, or curious. The giraffe huffed and slammed her fist on table. "Are you going to take my offer or not?"

The large green form shifted, arranging his large dark wings more comfortably behind him. When he spoke, his voice was as bland as his expression, easily being called monotone in the face of her near yelling. "You are asking me to not only help you cheat on your mate, but also to rape you, albeit with your consent." There was no question in his tone, merely stating precisely what she had been demanding of him for the last several minutes. "Now, one of those is certainly not a problem with twice my normal pay, but the other could get me in trouble with those that come through here."

The patron practically growled, a strange noise coming from her long throat. "If you are afraid I'm going to report you to the authorities, I wish to remind you the very reason the two of us are not alone in this meeting. I brought my companion and you brought yours. I will sign the little contract of yours, " She gestured to the paper sitting in the middle of the table. "And we can go our separate ways until such a time as you fulfill your duties."

Long blue strands swayed as the large male shook his head. "That is not the problem. The assurance I desire is that I won't be seeing your betrothed on my doorstep." He let that hang in the air for a moment, allowing her to stare at him with obvious disbelief. He hardly looked the sort that would not be able to handle himself against a rowdy horse. "He may make problems for the other entertainers or patrons." That took away her incredulous look and left her with a wrinkled nose.

"Alright. Fine." The hands that had showed so much agitation before went back to her purse and withdrew more coins, dropping these two pouches next to the first. "Three times your usual payment should take care of any damages."

The wolf grinned, a dangerous expression with all those sharp white teeth gleaming from behind deep green fur. He pushed the paper forward, waited for her to sign, and then rose. He inclined his head to her, his hand gesturing for his companion to follow him. "A pleasure doing business with you, madam. I'll see you before the week ends." The monkey grabbed the coins and paper and trekked away behind him, waving goodbye like a child as he skipped to keep up.

The males left the ladies to their talk, leaving the private room and following the halls that were reserved for personnel only. The large canine was forced to shorten his steps and walk slower with his long legs, practically strolling when his much shorter companion had to trot to keep up. The golden creature let out a growling huff before taking a running leap. A long tail encircled a green throat and hands and feet alike clung to the the giant male. If this had ever been done in front of a patron, the monkey would have been hit. Back here, however, it hardly mattered.

"So." The monkey's voice was several tones higher than his companion. "How rough are you going to be, Zeller?" Large green shoulders shrugged but the silence continued. "I see. When are you going?" Another great answer with a lift of shoulders. Blue eyes narrowed and the flexible created shifted and dropped his face directly before green glowing eyes. He simply stared until the lumbering giant came to a halt. "Are you going to think about it before simply doing? You could break her in half!" The canine chuckled and the monkey glared.

"Reese." Large hands came up and pulled the golden furred form off like a cub. "If I break her in half..." He took his money, shoving the pouches inside one of his own on his belt. "It will be her own fault." Zeller walked swiftly away and Reese stared after him, wondering if half that money would go towards clean-up.

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The wooden halls were nearly empty. One in the afternoon was lunch and early shows. Few people were still traveling to their destinations and no one was headed back quite yet. It suited his purposes. He planned to have the giraffe very vocal before he was done with her. The louder the better, in fact. He could only imagine what the neighbors would think of the noises coming from the room later. He reputation would be ruined.

Excellent.

A brass number one-eight-one said that her room was one of the more expensive within the Seven Suns. It meant that the sheets were silk or Egyptian cotton and the floors were polished. Therefor the exact opposite of his own room. He pushed open the door without knocking. This was supposed to be a forceful taking, not a pleasant invitation.

The giraffe stood in the middle of the room, her blouse and skirt looking ready for business or a formal meeting. She was in the middle of putting up her dark brown hair with pins and ties when he entered. She whirled around, looking scared for a moment before it quickly disappeared, her body relaxing to a face she apparently hadn't been expecting, but preferred over what she had been. She dropped her hands, putting the hair pieces away as she walked over to him.

"Look. I know I told you to come whenever, but I'm really not in the mood. Why don't you just go and come back tomorrow. I'll pretend to be surprised, I promise." The leggy giraffe put a hand to his arm, moving to lead the tall green form out the door. She was obviously agitated and in a hurry to get on with what she had been doing. That would only make this all much easier.

Zeller's form was a statue against her hands. He wasn't moving unless he wanted to. The large wings shifted and pushed her body away from him, meant only to give him room, but it sent the woman stumbling to the floor.

All the better.

The large canine settled his wings back down and stalked forward, towering over her. Her eyes had widened and a slight scent of fear was spicing the air nicely. His body reacted, peeking out with interest in the darkness of his wings. This was precisely why Reese had been worried about him playing out this particular fantasy for the fem. It was dangerous... For her.

"Get up." Zeller's voice was flat and lightly cold, demanding obedience or promising punishment. He watched her head shake, watched her pull whatever nerves she had to the surface. "No. You shoul-" She cut her words off with a sharp cry as his large fist grabbed her hair and pulled, bringing her to her feet in seconds. She apparently didn't want it all pulled out by the roots. He used the control over her to hold her in place while he inspected her roughly with his eyes, raking them down and letting her see that she looked as much like a slab of meat as she did a body to screw.

The giraffe whimpered lightly, squirming under his look. He could smell the fear raising up like waves, but also an undertone of heat and lust. He chuckled in his mind, amused that she found this all arousing. His face, however, and words, remained cold. "Strip." She didn't hesitate this time, and fumbled her hands over the buttons of her blouse. He remained patient for several seconds before letting out a growl. She squeaked and jumped, tugging desperately at the pearls holding her shirt closed. She managed to release them all with sharp tugs, but when she went to her skirt, leaving her bra alone for now, she couldn't seem to get the fabric to cooperate.

Zeller's glowing eyes were locked on her expression. Her eyes were wide, pupils mere pinpoints in her gaze. If he traveled his gaze a little lower, he could watch the thundering pulse on her neck as her heart raced. A simple intake of air drowned him in her scent, fear mingled with lust. It was a heady mixture. His free hand moved, cupping her throat and running a claw over her vein, startling her with his sudden touch. He let out a dark chuckle, using it to send shivers racing down her spine. This was certainly the most fun he'd had making money in a long time.

The skirt finally gave, ripping slightly at the button but falling free to land around her hooves. She seemed to pause there, her hands freezing up, hesitating to take away the last shielding she had from the hungry look he made sure showed on his face. He didn't give her a chance to change her mind. He dropped her hair, letting his hands fall to the silk covering her breasts. Only two fingers were needed to tear the bra away and toss it across the room, leaving it to be used as a rag in the future. It was useless as anything else.

The canine's treatment was rough and sure as he massaged her breasts, rolling them in his hands, cupping and squeezing. She shuddered and tried to hide the reaction she was having by whimpering, but the hard buds under his palms told a completely different story. She liked what was happening. Any thought of her not being in the mood would have left her mind by now if she was not completely consumed by the experience to the point where she simply couldn't think. He pinched her nipples, pulling until she gasped and arched, raising her hands to cling at his arms. His dark chuckle floated over his flesh as he twisted before releasing. He could practically hear her knees shake.

"Your just a little whore aren't you?" Zeller's muzzle moved close to her ear as his hands moved down, plucking at the sides of her unmentionables. "You like this." He stretched out the middle word, using it like a weapon against her. She whimpered once more, but was unable to deny the truth of his words. She could hardly hide the smell of her desire nor the heat that was radiating from her core. His fingers flexed, curling until the material snapped and fell away, leaving her bare to his demands.

Zeller grabbed her hips and lifted her from the floor. She squeaked, sounding like a mouse as she continued to cling to his arms, now with the hopes of not falling. His form shifted and moved towards the bed where he tossed her down roughly.

The canine admired her for a moment, enjoying the view of her sprawled and needy, legs spread to show a moist desire gathered between her thighs. His wings slipped from his body, spreading to show his glowing nude flesh that had risen to attention while she stripped and whimpered. He allowed her a moment to stare at the two cocks erect and ready before he moved onto the bed, hovering over her. He felt her shiver and squirm, seeming to prepare herself only to look confused as he sat back, legs spread, at the end of the bed. "Suck me."

Large brown eyes blinked slowly as the giraffe stared without comprehension. He growled low in his throat, making her jump. He watched her carefully, staring through narrowed eyes until she moved towards him on her hands and knees. She looked up when she reached him, looking confused as to where to start. His rumbling growl came again, vibrating up from his chest to sound through his snarl. The sharp teeth seemed to encourage her to behave.

A shaking hand wrapped around one of his shafts, rolling her palm over his tip to gather the moisture he had let loose before traveling down to pump up and down. Her tongue went to the other, sliding along the length of him, slipping around his knot before her mouth followed. She fumbled with her movements, nerves and fear making her job of it less than satisfying. Her rhythm was off and she hardly did more than touch him before she was pulling away to do it again. This problem would have to be solved.

Large green hands descended into her hair, stroking at first, playing nice and making her calm slightly. Her strokes became more sure, first one and then the other. It made him twitch and pulse, his heart picking up pace. Her tongue slid against his length and she sucked firmly, her wet cavern hardly able to take half his length without trouble and making up for it with her other hand. His claws raked lightly across her scalp, pushing slightly to make her take more of his length in. She stuttered in her actions before moving down a little more. Not enough. His hips lifted, pressing up. She gagged and shook her head, pulling away from him to cough, her eyes watering.

Zeller narrowed his eyes further and fisted her hair in his hands. With a brutal push and thrust, he shoved one of his cocks into her mouth and down her throat. Her throat spasmed and tightened around him. He groaned and pulled back, stopping her from doing anything other than gagging around his tip, and then slammed back in, fucking her mouth.

The giraffe gagged and fought against his actions, her hands holding onto his thighs as he continued, shoving and trying to pull away. She yelled around his shaft, the vibrations making his eyes darken with lust and his seed to seep from him and down her throat, forcing her to swallow or choke. He groaned at the feel of it all, his actions becoming faster. He tried to go deeper, to get more of himself inside her, but her mouth simply wasn't big enough.

The canine made a sound of frustration and pushed her brusquely from him. She flew back, landing against the pillows with a cry. Pre-cum stained the corners of her mouth and her chest rose with each desperate and harsh breath. Her nipples thrust into the air and desire seeped from between her lower lips, soaking her short fir and drowning the air in the sent of her need. She looked every bit a debauched whore and he'd hardly touched her.

Creaks sounded as the canine shifted forward, moving over her and thrusting two of his fingers into her folds in one movement. She cried out sharply, her hips bucking and her hands flying above her head to grab the headboard. His mouth descended on her breast, biting and sucking at the round globes while she whimpered and writhed. His teeth scraped, leaving welts under their passing, his tongue lapping over them afterward. His fingers delved in, curling and stroking her walls, stretching her body for himself and making her soak them both with her eager juices.

A third finger joined the first two, forcing its way into her tight body. Her walls were throbbing around him, her hips thrusting off the bed to meet his every movement inside her. Her breath was hitched, filled with moans and whimpering cries. She pleaded with him, begged for more from him until he was moving hard enough with those three digits to bruise her.

The second he added a forth, she screamed out, hips bucking and her orgasm flooding over her hand and soaking through his fur. He pulled them free, switching his mouth to her other breast. He used his naturally lubricated finger to prod at her tail hole, pushing passed the ring of muscles. She still squirmed with release, her pulse thundering between them, and merely gasped at the new intrusion. He kept a steady pushing pace until a second finger could be forced inside, scissoring her body wider, and then a third. Moans were spilling from her mouth once more and the fluids from her first release soaked the walls of this second hole.

The canine's cocks were seeping onto the bed, thick beads of pre-cum sliding down his lengths and falling away. He was forcing patience on himself, thinking in the back of his mind that if he made her bleed, the blood would stain, but he couldn't take much more. Her body arched with pleasure, the smell of her arousal was clogging his nose, and the sounds of her begging for him were driving his mind wild. His own chest was releasing steady encouraging growls, the only way he was stopping himself from moving too soon. A second orgasm suddenly tore through the fem, making her back bend impossibly as she pushed off the bed and into his attentions. It was the last straw.

Zeller snarled and ripped himself from the body beneath him. He grabbed her waist and flipped her over. One hand grabbed her tail and pulled her ass into the air, pressing her against his tips. He shifted once and then thrust forward with a snarl, both shafts piercing her body and filling her with one sure strike. He moaned and shuddered inside her, all his preparations still leaving her nearly too tight for him. Her face was shoved into the pillows, her cries muffled by feathers and material.

A long moment stretched as he got used to the warmth of her before he drew out and plunged in once more. He ground his teeth together to stop himself from letting more sounds escape. He started a steady rhythm, slamming into her body each time. He could feel himself seizing, his muscles tightening as he moved within her body, uncaring to how hard he pressed against her boundaries, only noting that she was truly a thinking being because of the noises she made. Her incomprehensible cries and moans only egged him on, making his pace falter and quicken, not treat her more kindly.

The canine was close. His growls issued in a steady stream and all thought of rhythm or pattern was lost. His surged into her body, pounding his hips against he back side and her face into the bed until she clenched around him, her third orgasm sending his body wild. With a grunt he pulled free and pushed her over, making her lay on her back once more. His hands moved down and gripped his own shafts, pumping twice before hot streams released, spurting out to coat her body in his seed and scent. He moaned low in his throat, letting the surges rack through his body, making his wings flex above him and his tail curl.

The giraffe shifted on the bed and looked up at his glowing green gaze. He met them for a moment before raking his eyes south, over the white stained breasts, stomach, and thighs. He grinned roguishly and gathered some off her breast to hold to her mouth. She needed no prompting and let her long tongue free to suck up the cum like cream. He chuckled and shifted, moving to stand beside the bed. She moved as if to stop him, but he rose despite her hand on his arm and wrapped his wings back around his body. His smirk twitched at the corners, looking once more at her debauched form. "Make sure to remember me the next time your little pony fucks you, hm?"

The fem went bright red, apparently thinking of her mate for the first time since he had entered the room. The sight drew a deep laugh from his throat and he headed to the door, ignoring her protests. He made it out the door before looking back on her, drinking in the sight of her covered in his lust once more before shutting the wood behind him and stalking down the hall.

The sight of the giraffe's mate coming from the opposite direction towards him simply put the cherry on top.