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Second Part

Yaay, Cheetah's here with another kinky story for your enjoyment! This time, we're working with Skunktail's creative genius to bring you very steamy man-on-beast interaction! This story is part of a series and will feature lovely romance in the next installments, but for now you will be delighted with solving more urgent pleasures. When a rich businessman is confronted with the idea to buy a genetically enhanced pet of his own, he decided to take the plunge by visiting a hidden animal facility. Little does he know the bargain requires a lot more than money and words... Read on if you want to see some delicious, bite-sized beastly interaction!

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Edward awoke to one of the most annoying pounding he had the displeasure of hearing. Somebody was fucking up his apartment, and of course it had to happen at...he opened a dry eye lazily and looked at the time.

8:42 AM! Edward groaned and passed one hand through his rough, semi-long hair. "What is it with these people?" he asked, pushing his head against the fluffy pillow to distort that annoying buzzing. "Fucking have no sense?

Of course not. If they did, a certain somebody would drill holes and break walls when every sensible person got out of their bed, peed, shat, ate breakfast and went to work. Edward blinked once.

Work! He looked at the clock again. The dots and lines bore another shape.

"What the..." he blinked again, and again, rubbing his tired eyes. "Nine forty-five?!" Edward jumped off his bed and lumbered towards his dresser. His shift started at ten. Salamander John, as he nicknamed his boss due to his humble girth, was a lot less strict with schedules, but he had faith in his employees.

"It's a matter of principle," Edward quoted, throwing off his blue clouded pijamas on the bed and dressing in his formal attire. "We cannot expect the company to respect us..." he dressed in a fancy blue shirt. "If we cannot respect ourselves..." and pants, vest, and tie soon followed. Edward looped the red thing around his neck and tied it with a clip. Quicker, inconspicuous, and a lot more convenient.

"Right!" he took a quick peek at the clock, eyebrows scrunching. Ten minutes passed?! It felt like two. Drawing out a monstrous sigh, Edward left his disheveled bedroom and went through his morning routine in his black and white business attire. He brushed his teeth, fulfilled his biological urges, and prepared breakfast without getting single drop of water -or oil- on his clothes. The bacon sizzled nicely in the frying pan, as did the scrambled eggs in the center. The cheese at the sides offered little resistance, melting like Edward's mood after leaving work. He had a love and hate relationship with his job. The long hours took their strain, but the pay was good and the problems delicious. Edward saw men brought to their knees by the weight of a single task, but not him. His mind flew towards his self made schedule, then to the algorithms he invented to keep everything tidy. He had drawers for everything. Order. That was the key to success.

"Focus," Edward whispered, eyes half-opened. The word had an eerie tinge to it, until the oil flared with an angry hiss and stray drops flew towards him. Edward's hand flew to the crystal lid. He took it off another pan and slammed it on top of the sizzling one. The drops met the embrace of the cold glass, sparing his clothes of the shame.

"Close!" Edward smiled. He covered his breakfast for a few more minutes while he got tomatoes, cucumbers, and three slices of bread to go with it. Once the meal was done, he put everything on a single, giant plate and took a seat at the round kitchen table. His laptop was waiting there, along with an empty pizza box and the coffee from yesterday night. Edward shoved the box in a random corner and pushed everything else to the side. He was a man of order, and such chaos interfered with his logic and productivity. Firing up the laptop, he ate with one hand and surfed the internet with the other, bookmarking and nodding at the most important headlines of the day. Most dealt with crimes, celebrities, events, and other gloomy topics. Edward closed the "Daily Header" and surfed over to "NeoEarth", where the newest plans to make the planet a better place were grouped together.

"Solar power, energy, yes, yes..." Edward grumbled between bites until his eyebrows arched and his mouth froze. Bioengineered animals? That was something new. Sliding a slice of bacon into his mouth, Edward chewed and read quickly, expanding the side photos of miniature lions, giant housecats, bipedal dogs and other strange creatures that had an expert Photoshop look about them.

"This is intriguing." The information seemed accurate and well described, but sentient animals and mixed genes? This was a far shot from the cold logic Edward employed in solving his problems. His eyes moved quickly, drinking every word before he reached the end of the article. No comments graced the bottom. Scoffing, Edward quickly typed up his reply, agreeing with the increase in animal intelligence while criticizing the crossed species and every other abomination that broke the rules of logic. He typed four quick paragraphs, ended his reply in style, and quickly ate the rest before throwing the plate in the sink. The changes sapient animals and anthropomorphic creatures had on the world would be huge, but Edward had more pressing problems at hand. He locked the information and the questions inside a mental drawer and arranged himself briefly in the main hall in front of his huge eastern dragon mirror. The man staring back had striking green eyes, a dashing smile, and well trimmed hair to complement the short beard surrounding his chin.

"Ready as ever!" Edward did two thumbs up and went out the door into that horrible, screeching noise. He had no patience to wait for the elevator, so he climbed down the stairs, breathing heavily once he descended all eight stories. Outside, the noise was a lot less aggressive, even with all the horrible morning traffic, honking, swearing, and all around cranky people. Fishing out for his keys, Edward dug his hand in a pocket and went straight for his car, a beautiful, lean monster born of metal and darkness. Once he shut the door, everything lessened. The suave scent of crushed pine needles filled his nostrils, and the only noise came from the gentle purring of the engine. Edward gripped the wheel, took a deep breath, and hit the gas. Cars kissed their arses from NewTown all the way to the Sapphire Bridge, making for a tantalizingly slow progress. Everyone around Edward seemed to be in a rush, but the businessman gripping the white leather-cased wheel with a single hand and resting his head against the other was the perfect picture of serenity. One by one, Edward opened his mental drawers and shuffled through every file inside. By the time he got to work, three quarters of his projects were already completed.

He parked his car at the edge of the Street of Steel and mixed in with the crowd. People were really in a hurry today. The sidewalk was packed, and the glamorous restaurants stood empty. Only the fast-food booths had a small measure of clients thanks to the instant food delivery. Edward was tempted to try a hot-dog, but he was already running late. He took a few turns, crossed two streets, and came face to face with the tallest glass building of this quadrant. He took upon one of the grassy paths, enjoying the carefree chirps of the birds squabbling around the surrounding trees and the chorus of insects. The fountains gave a wild flair to this place, as did the elder trees. These leafy behemoths grew three times the size of a normal tree, and had curled, wicked branches to support the weight of the emerald leaves.

Edward ran. The lack of employees upon the main path was slightly concerning. When he passed the steel statues and entered the lobby, he knew why. It was almost twelve!

"Hey, Linda!" He winked towards the desk girl. "The boss isn't..." he gestured with a hand, frowning, "indisposed today, is he?"

"Nuh-uh," Linda shook her curly blonde hair. "He brought his cat with him. You know how soft he is around felines."

"Yeah," Edward nodded, smiling. "So he'll spare my arse if I just-"

"Go?" she leaned over, scratching the back of her neck. "Yeah. You'll probably never meet him."

Edward waved her both a thanks and a goodbye and ran to the elevator. He enjoyed a carefree conversation about dogs with Serious Sam -who was actually not so serious- and got off at floor thirty five. The doors parted, revealing his whole freaking team.

"Surprise motherfucker!"

"Some fries, motherfucker!"

"Eat pies, motherfucker!"

"Guys!" Edward silenced them with a quick gesture. "I just ate breakfast."

They blinked, then burst into laughter. Terry lion, with his coarse laugh and crazy blue eyes, Greg Dragon, who spilled several 'Big Kahuna' fries during his fit, and Freya Fox, whose eyes still remained wide with amazement.

"Wow," she drew out her word. "That must be like the worst joke ever."

"Yeah, you don't look that full, Ed!" Terry patted his belly. "We saved you some pies."

"And fries," Greg snickered.

"Do I sound selfish if I say bring them to my desk?" Edward said with a grave, commanding voice. They shared another burst of laughter and a big group hug before dispersing to their posts. Each corner of the spacious room was taken by a desk. Anxious Katie was still at hers, typing furiously on the keyboard at what looked to be an e-mail. She turned around, greeted Edward with a shy smile, then turned back to her work.

"Love you too!" Edward winked and pointed towards her, earning a slap on the shoulder.

"Come on man, you know how she is," Terry said. "Stop torturing the poor gal. She's still trying to adjust-"

"To my awesomeness? You bet!" Edward walked to his office and leaned against the amber glass door. "Besides, it's not torture if she likes it."

"I'm not sure about that," Terry said gruffly.

"What? You don't like me?" Edward challenged.

Terry lifted his shoulders, head tilted to the side. "I don't think I do..." he said, all sullen and disheartened. "Not today at least, with that tight cheap-ass tie and that oil stain on your sleeve."

"Wha-" Edward checked his pristine white shirt. It was clean! "You're fired!"

Terry chuckled. "If only if it was that easy to get rid of your tight schedules and creepy humor."

"I love you too, Ter," Edward slapped his arm before entered his office. The smell of fresh wood and luxurious flowers remained pleasant as ever. He went around the sunlit room, pulling the curtains over the glass windows. The sensitive tundra grasses were sensitive to too much light, but Edward took care of that. He arranged his plants purposefully, just like the article on the internet said.

"Yep. Gotta do it by the book," Edward tapped his desk, thinking of something, then scoffed and dropped inside the softest chair ever. He spun slowly, whistling a happy tune while he checked out his office. His team had the nasty habit of leaving him mini puzzles to solve, but today that wasn't the case. The ruddy walls retained their soft hues, and his plants looked pretty much untouched. They littered the whole place! Lots of fancy shaped pots with lots of vegetation to account for. There were fronds, miniature trees, plains and forest vegetation alike. The edges of his room looked more a jungle that continuously ate up the empty space. Edward commissioned statues of predators to replace the previous artwork hanged over his walls, but even now he barely saw them in the undergrowth.

"Alright, enough slacking." Edward powered on his computers and leaned back with a happy sigh. "Lets do this thing."

His three monitors flared to life at the exact time, displaying data and loading percents. Edward arranged his metal dragons around the desk and threw a rubber ball against the wall until the whole rig booted up. Terry returned with both the pie and the fries, dropping them on the back of the desk like a boss before departing. He did that annoying butt shake of his, earning a ball in the head.

"Next time you'll get the dragons!" Edward joked. He loved his hatchlings too much to throw them around like an overexcited kid. "Aw yes, I like you all," he pointed at his glistening predators, who stalked and stared menacingly at each other across his super long desk. He admired his felines, pet his wolves, and looked fondly upon the flared wings of his dragons when that damnable beep burst into existence.

"Yes, yes, I got you." He clicked a few icons, started several programs, and pushed his chair closer. His mind churned with ideas, and his fingers almost trembled with excitement until the programs fully loaded. Once done, Edward went on a typing frenzy. He wrote code lines faster than he ate, stared from one monitor to the other quicker than he blinked, and almost set the keyboard on fire with his furious fingers. Everything flowed in a smooth, long stream of pure ingenuity. There was only the task, and his ideas. Tunnel vision was a programmer's nightmare, as the code was also verified by the computer. Edward thought that beforehand. He made his own instructions for the A.I, allowing it to work alongside him.

That was why he was the senior programmer of the biggest company in the city, and why he finished his day's tasks before the clock hit 3 PM.

Edward huffed, crashing into his comfy chair. He flexed his almost-numb fingers and blinked quickly to clear the strain from his eyes. His code was completely green. Over nine thousand queries, and not a single mistake besmirching his work. That had to earn at least a celebration or a night out, but Edward merely smiled. He put his method to the test too many times to be surprised with the results.

He closed the applications and strolled around his office, bending in simple poses to clear away the stiffness from his joints. This day went a lot better than expected. He finished work, the boss was happy, there were fries and pie waiting on his desk, and no problems crossed his mind.

Aside from one little detail. What if engineered animals really existed? The government disallowed the testing or mutation of the DNA for the purpose of crossbreeding or altering known species after the last catastrophe, but surely some shady scientist found ways around that!

Edward hopped back into his chair and explored the darkest crevices of the internet. Nothing. He thought about hacking into the archives of secret services or even the police, but he dismissed that though almost immediately. A crime was a bad tradeoff to fulfill in exchange for curiosity. Biting his lower lip, Edward groaned. He hated leaving problems unsolved! And he also disliked lack of control, judging from his flaring emotions. Taking deep breaths, he relaxed his muscles, but his mind still raced with possible solutions. Edward closed his eyes. When he opened them, everything was sorted into its own drawer, aside from his temper. Feelings were a little harder to suppress.

Opening up his browser, Edward typed in some animal names and browsed through the image section. He always admired the constitution and strength of the predators, the resourcefulness and alacrity of prey. Wildlife fascinated him. It was the epitome of unbound freedom. He went from mephitidae, which included skunks and other small critters, to canines, and lastly felines. Edward scratched his chin, gently grazing on his lower lip. No matter how much he tried, his eyes always peeked below the tail or fell between an animal's legs. Lions were particularly well endowed. Their huge sacks did justice to their species, and they were horny all the time! Edward pressed his legs together, squeezing his throbbing erection. A male was licking out a lioness, his long, barbed tongue parting the female's pink lips. He wanted to do that too! With the felines, the canines, the deer, even the tiny skunks.

Edward quickly typed in some raunchy keywords. He wanted to do more research, and quick. A few couple throbs and clicks later, he found just the website. Animals prowled the gallery, splayed, hunched, or sitting in all their glory. Their genitals glistened and in some cases even dribbled with arousal.

Edward bit further into his lip. His raging, throbbing member was as tense as the deer he was staring at. The creature looked around. Nothing seemed to happen for a few seconds. Then, his tail shivered awkwardly, and his flanks bucked, trembling with arousal. His member completely left its sheath, finding shelter in the animal's mouth. Edward huffed. The way that deer tensed, thrust, and spent his seed inside his own mouth made him feel so hot and steamy!

He scrambled for the remote, cooling the place down a couple more degrees. The next video he switched to featured cheetahs. The male mounted his mate, gripping her by the scruff. She chirped angrily, her lips wet and puffy with the raw need of copulation. She seemed to protest against the mating, but the soft yelps leaving her throat suggested otherwise. Thrusting in a frenzy of lust and desire, the male quickly pierced his mate, burying his penis deep inside her. Both the cats yowled and shuddered, no doubt consumed by the intense, rocking climax.

"Th-this is..." Edward licked his lips, speaking no further words. He went through several more videos, each strengthening the pressure of his unspent seed. Edward grabbed his tight crotch and squeezed so hard he moaned. The throbs got too intense. At this rate, he would burst inside his underwear and make a fool of himself.

"Calm down. Yes. Calm down," he exhaled with a soft, nodding gesture. "Just watch. Don't get involved."

That was rather hard when certain animals pleasured themselves to climax. Edward saw monkeys, dogs, raccoons, and even skunks satisfying their basic urges with paws or tongue. That was so arousing! He heard oafs speak all the time about how stupid animals are. Beasts, incapable of feeling pleasures of their own. Edward always dismissed them. The proof was before his very eyes. Two hyenas engaged in a greeting, moist tongues dashing over each other's genitals.

Edward muffled the upcoming moan. The primal lust and the gleeful pleasure of those animals fettered his logic mind. Gripping around his penis, Edward grunted with obvious delight. When the hyenas licked, he pressed and scratched his tip through the pants, summoning shivers of delight. It felt so intense, so real. He was there, with the hyenas, sniffing and licking at their privates. Females had no vaginas of their own, and the prospect of interlocking their penises drove Edward on the brink of release. His heart quickened its frenzied beats, and perspiration oozed from every part of his body. He wanted to see that male cum and spray his fertile seed all over the female's muzzle.

The video did not disappoint. Dropping on the side, the male froze, paws hanging limp into the air while the female licked and explored his genitals. She flicked her tongue over his tip, grazed along the length, then took the male into her muzzle.

"Whaaa?" Edward yelped like a moaning puppy. He did not expect that, and neither his member. Throbbing angrily inside its prison, it tensed and spat a string of pre.

"F-fuuuuck!" a long, drawn out cry left Edward's throat. He pushed into his grip, scratching and groping wildly at his spasming erection. The hyena started thrusting too, crying with a strange, eerie laughter. He was probably releasing torrents of seed, filling his mate's throat to the brim. Edward scrunched his eyes, groaning out a long moan of pleasure. The vivid image brought him far over his peak. He burst with a feral cry, unleashing the first, scalding spurt into his underwear. He rocked back and forth, plunging his slimy erection into his kneading hand. He was no longer Edward the human, but Edward the hyena. And he came over and over again, filling his mate's slavering maw with ropes of fertile semen.

"Ghhh mrraaaarrh!" he yelped, eyes tearing up with the strain of mating. It was so warm, so slick, so perfect! The mess around his quivering tip felt surreal, almost like a female's dripping folds or a hot, scalding maw. Edward imagined both as his fantasy fizzled. He was mating the hyena and the lioness at the same time now, unleashing his spurts into both of their holes. The fantasy prolonged his climax until pleasure turned into fatigued pain. His member lost its strength, gushing out several weak spurts.

Edward crashed back into his chair with a monstrous groan. Both his females were filled thoroughly, roaring and crying out their climax. It was beautiful. Warm. Erotic... until his eyes snapped open towards a less than desirable sight. Terry stood in the doorway with two hungry, glistening eyes and a smile that made Colonel Sanders fry with envy.

Edward blinked. He wiped his eyes quickly and leaned over his desk, pretending to solve a dire issue.

"T-Terry! I didn't hear you entering," Edward's voice sounded far from convincing. He stuttered twice! His heart still thumped in his chest, and the warm shivers had yet to disperse.

"Oh come on. We both know that's the oldest trick in the book," Terry laughed.

Darn it. He approached! Edward clicked and typed furiously, searching for a proper explanation while perspiration oozed from every pore of his body. Additional workload? He never had any. Problems? He solved them in his mind before they appeared. Edward gritted his teeth, then took a deep breath. Logic. Logic solved everything. So what if he spent his seed inside his office? Nobody cared. He was too smart to play stupid, and Terry was too clever to be deceived.

"Dang, you caught me," Edward leaned back with a happy sigh. "You just had to come right at the climax!"

Terry grinned and leaned both hands on the edge of the desk. "Tits? Ass? The heck were you fapping at?"

"Beast porn." The words that left Edward's mouth seemed to belong to another man. They were calm and collected, a stark contrast to how most victims felt when caught with their pants down. "I just got bored of this mainstream shit, Terry. You know I can't play by the rules."

Terry considered the words with a slow nod of his head, then arched an eyebrow. "Right. Beast porn. You sure didn't mean best? Cause that site got the best booties-"

"Beast," Edward said slowly. "With animals," he made a witty gesture that pointed in no vague details at how copulation worked. "Animals licking and fucking the fur out of each other."

"Mhmm..." Terry considered the words, nibbling on his lip.

He was surprised. No. Horrified. Amused? Edward had no idea what to believe. He was freaking smiling!

"Come on. Spit it out."

"I wanna enjoy it."

"Tormenting me with your indecision? That's how you enjoy things?"

"Well yeah!" Terry said. "My supervisor, the man I knew and worked with for five freaking years is into furry!"

"Soft and smooth," Edward pointed with a silent 'bam'. "And those tongues, Ter. You have to see them in action. It's like..."

No time to explain. The burly man was upon Edward in a couple of strides, hugging him fiercely. If bears could really hug, this was how it felt. Edward laughed, then winced as bones started to shift and crack under the strain.

"Ter...you're...fhreakhin killin' me."

"Wish I would, bud, cause I'm in heaven!" Terry laughed heartily, patting Edward's back with his heavy hand. "I kind of had my suspicions about you, but I couldn't be sure, man. Never sure."

"Yeah well, you are now."

He hugged Edward again. This felt rather awkward, especially with that wet splotch between his legs. His underwear was literally dripping with lukewarm semen. Edward pulled away and looked towards his screens. One of them still had the "Frisky Ferals" tab opened, and the videos were on streaming mode.

"I got shy, Ter," Edward closed it with a click.

"Catshit. You're never shy. So how long have you been going at it?"

"A while. It all started with this dog dream I had..." Edward gestured to him to take a step back and recounted his thoughts. How he loved animals and nature, how the degradation of humanity upset him, and how he wanted to aid them despite the frustration that whole process brought.

"So yes," Edward went through a few beast sites and articles until he found The One. "We, as a race, are flawed. But think of this!" He pointed at the headline and quickly browsed through the pictures. "What if we can have animal-like perks? Screw that! What if we can merge with animals?"

"You sound kinda crazy, bud," Terry rasped. "Enhancing is one thing, but creating. Pff...takes some real game to get there."

"What if someone already started?" Edward asked.

"I wish them luck," Terry smirked. "Hope their basements are comfy and they have no relatives, cause the police is like seed. Few spurts trigger millions of consequences."

Edward joined in the laughter. It was pointless to convince Terry. He was a stubborn bastard, through and through.

"I have one thing on you, though."

"Yep. Your hand," Edward looked at his shoulder.

" 'side from that," Terry said. "Now that we're best buds, it's fair to let you know." He fished for something in his pocket. Or he grabbed his dick. It was hard to tell with all that motion happening inside his pants.

"You're getting intimate with your dog."

Spot on observation. Terry burst like a squished orange. His saliva flew everywhere, and his hands touched harder than an ice bucket. He squatted, getting his eyes to Edward's head level. "You're too fucking smart, but yes. I have been doing sweet, sweet love to my Reya. I told you how smart the lass is. She's one of those enhanced pets I was talking to you about."

"And I never listened," Edward interrupted.

Terry slapped him behind the head. "Cause you're a bonkhead. Everything was true. I even know a place where you can procure your own beastie."

"Really?" Edward asked. "Why haven't you told me that?" The prospect of an unnaturally smart companion enticed him. He led a rather lonely life, with few friends and no girl to call his own.

"Cause it's secret unless you have this," Terry slammed his hand on the desk, leaving a silver coin carved with a chinese-looking symbol. "The shop is just outside SteelPort, inside that old taqueria me and my papa went to. It won't be cheap, but..." he rose with an intelligent air about him. "It's worth it, bud. My Reya changed me. Made life worth living."

"I'll consider it," Edward nodded, smiling. "Thanks for the tip."

"Anything for a bro," Terry bumped his shoulder with a closed fist. "Keep it furry."

"Furry it is."

"Nope," Terry pointed a finger between Edward's legs. "Just wet. I'll get you a new suit from the cleaners."

"Much obliged."

"Take care," Terry waved as he walked to the door. "Fill' em till they burst!"

"Mate them till they yowl!" Edward clapped, winking with a hot smirk.

He laughed. That was terrible. Even Terry knew it, but it was bloody funny. He sat back in his chair, dabbing at his moist crotch. Having a sexy beast to clean him up surely was convenient right now.

"Right," he turned back to his triple monitor setup and kept browsing the internet, finding facts and interesting trivia about intercourse with animals until Terry returned. Edward never saw a man this happy. He practically beamed, armed with a flamboyant smile and catchphrases that drove most people nuts. The jokes he said about his Reya were funny though, and the sexy scenarios very stimulating. A dog's tongue was almost twice as long as a human's and deliciously sleek. It was no surprise everybody touched by the man's best friend had an explosive climax. Edward shared a couple of his fantasies too, hoping for his own, happy ending.

It didn't come. Terry was a trader through and through. For a suit, a penny, and ten minutes of his time wasted, he demanded the rest of the day off. Edward cringed inside at the ridiculous bargain, but accepted without hesitation. A couple hours of work were no problem for him.

But another man's job was. Terry dealt with marketing and economic development, two abstract fields with no hard answers. A couple of hours turned into several, and several stretched almost into a dozen. The moon shone bright and the coffee lay almost spent when Edward finally finished his last reports. He shut down his computers, cleaned his mess of a desk, and slouched in his chair. What a day!

A slap came. Then another. "Don't fall asleep, you derp," Edward said as he got up. He still had to drive home, eat, shower, and then finally sleep.

"Well, it was worth it," he stretched a bit to stir his blood. Once he made sure his office looked neat for the night, he took the elevator towards the lobby. Sam said something about zombies, but Edward was too tired to make sense of it. If he lingered, there was no doubt he would become one too.

The air was crisp when he stepped out the lobby. Only three cars were left in the parking lot. The sleek black was his, the yellow bug belonged to Katie, a girl with a similar constitution, and the humble white was Sam's personal scrap ride. He was a good man, Sam. Working a boring job with meager benefits, and still managed to smile more than any employee Edward saw on his way out.

Who knows man? Spend ten-twenty more years here, and you'll become like them. A zombie. Edward stretched his neck and pushed those lies away. His department was different because he was different. That was the end of it. When he got inside his car, Edward closed his eyes. The wild scents led his thoughts to a forest, and his mind filled the rest. He encountered a wolf. No. A whole pack. They all came to him, sniffing and licking until he got as hard as the wheel he was clutching. Edward rammed his key into ignition and hit the gas before he soiled another pair of good leggings.

Everything went according to his estimations. He got home in half an hour, did all the chores, and fell asleep to a weird dream he forgot in the morning. How could someone remember anything with that infernal beeping shutting everything off?

"Shut up!" the poor clock got a heavy-handed slap before submitting to the rough treatment. "Fuckin' piece o' crap."

Edward closed his eyes, but he couldn't keep them shut. Today he went shopping! He sluggishly got out of bed, dressed in common clothes and took care of his hygiene and other needs before going out the door. His stomach silently reminded him of the missed breakfast, but Edward had no time for that. The sky was a fiery haze of purples and golds, hinting at a late morning.

"Seven thirty," Edward mumbled. "That has to be it." His car showed seven forty seven. Smiling, Edward pet the leather-bound wheel. "Intuition, you win another pizza. There'll be no healthy food for me today!"

Intuition was on a winning spree this day. Edward parked in front of the abandoned taqueria just shy of twenty minute, as predicted. He locked his car and fantasized about a juicy burger to complement the dreary sight. This whole yard looked like somebody took a huge dump all over the place. Cans and debris of all kinds littered the ground and rose in veritable hills around the crumbling building.

"I promised Terry not to judge," Edward quipped, hardly containing his smile. He had to jump over puddles of ooze and leap carefully over trash, but he made it to the dilapidated taqueria without getting his shoes too stained. He pushed the door gently -lest it collapsed in his wake- and came face to face with a glorious crowd of one man.

"What you want?" the man asked, turning his eyes away from his empty mug. He obviously was the owner, since he sat at the counter and there was nobody else around.

"I'd like to take a look at your menu," Edward chuckled. The boards were dirty and scratched beyond recognition, but he still pretended to think and ponder.

"I asked you-"

"Yeah I know," Edward interrupted. "I'll have a double wrap with cock filling, smeared with precum and dipped in sweet female juices."

The innkeeper merely stared with the gaze of a true villain. His dark eyes were wild, just like his coarse brown hair. He had an unkempt appearance, a shirt stained with questionable fluids, and looked more like a killer than a shop owner, but he still introduced himself as...

"Money," the man said, smashing his mug on the counter. "Throw them here."

"So you are going to bring me my order, mr Money?"

"I will bring what you ask. Now pay."

So serious! Edward strained his smirk into a scowl. He hardly resisted making a joke about the whole look of this place, but that was terribly improper of a man dressed in a business suit. He fished the coin out of his pocked and flung it forward, barely missing the mug. Money caught it from the air, squinting his against the sun's reflection.

"Mhm, is good," he turned his back, waving. "Can come with me, Dimitri."

"That is not my-"

"Is what I am going to tell them if they ask, so shut your mouth."

Them? Edward pondered on who 'they' were as he followed Money to his cellar. It smelled awfully musty inside, and cobwebs were everywhere. Either this man was a true spy to live in such conditions, or his clients were zombies and skeletons.

"So we have to go into that?" Edward pointed at the jagged hole in the ground.

"Yes," Money said, gripping one of Edward's hands. "Follow, and no touch anything."

"Because of the heat grid or electro-wires, right?"

Money didn't catch the joke. He led Edward down a stairway, into a black and fishy smelling corridor. No matter how much he waited or how he strained his eyes, he couldn't see a thing around him. Terry made bold claims about this place. He guaranteed safety, efficiency and all that marketing stuff along with the entry fee and that perverse taco ordering password, but he hasn't mentioned this! Edward felt his heart quicken its beats, and his hands ooze with slick fright. This was where people got killed. In dark, gloomy holes, with no idea who or what ended them. He clung to Money's firm grip, taking one step after another. The ground was slippery, and the walls even more so as Edward stumbled for purchase.

"Hold your pants, Dimitri."

"Would, if I didn't wet them all over," Edward laughed awkwardly.

"Is just walk," Money said. "What is there to fear?"

"Nothing," Edward gulped.

"Then say nothing. We are almost there."

They weren't. Edward counted the steps. He reached forty eight before his mouth rebelled against his thoughts.

"How much longer?"

"Few more steps," the man grumbled.

"I took fifty!" Edward splashed his foot on the murky ground. "And all I see is this...smelly sewer with dubious smells and rats!"

"Keep your mouth shut and walk."

That's what he did, lest his bones snapped under Money's vice grip. Thankfully, he stopped a dozen strides later. Edward made out the sound of an item. It slid against something, then probably turned. The stone groaned, and a burst of light followed. Edward squinted his sensitive eyes and opened his mouth.

"You didn't wet your pants," Money scoffed.

"I was about to."

"Matters not," the man pointed the small device behind Edward, and the stone door slid back into place. "You came here to buy, so pay fucking attention," he slapped Edward's wrist. "Won't explain things twice."

"I catch on pretty quick," Edward broke himself free. He was in a bunker or something. This particular chamber looked too small to be of any use. A few crates lay here and there, but aside from the elevator at the end, it had nothing.

"You carry nothing on you, yes?"

"Aside from my clothes? What could I-"

"Knives, guns, wires," Money started patting down, searching. Edward pushed him away when he grabbed his crotch.

"What the hell man?"

"Have to be sure," he smirked, then performed the rest of his search without asking for permission.

"Good."

"You thought I was lying?"

"Coins can come from corpses or spies, Dimitri," he nodded to Edward and turned around, walking towards the elevator. "I am a careful man. Ask my employees when you get down."

"Employees?" Edward asked curiously. He received no answer in return. Hell! Was there any way to get back? The door's frame looked solid, like everything around him. Only the elevator looked a bit shabby, an old thing that survived whole wars. Edward gulped and stepped inside. He had a dozen questions running through his head, and all he asked was...

"What the hell is this smell?"

"Metal, Dimitri. Aged metal," the assassin-like seller said as he pulled the lever. The elevator cringed like a wailing beast and got into motion.

"All money went into facility below. You will see when we get there, but first is rules to follow."

"Don't pet the animals?" Edward chuckled. It came off slightly more awkward than he intended, with all these mixed emotions having their way with him.

The man lifted a finger. "That too. You also follow and no touch anything unless I say. Is like visit zoo!"

He did sound rather excited about that. Edward mumbled something before asking. "What's your name?"

"Pff," he scoffed. "Name? Call me any way you want."

"Is Dimitri fine?"

"That's your name," He shook his head, then extended a hand. "Alexei."

"Thoroughly delighted," Edward shook his meaty hand. Whether this guy was Russian or just had a thing for accents and that kind of names remained to be seen.

After the official greeting, no further words were exchanged. Edward thought of topics and questions, but the grinding of metals and the soft shrill of the elevator drove him past the point of sanity. He was about to shout another question when other sounds made themselves known to his abused ears. Barks, growls, and other wild noises assaulted his senses. The elevator's hundred years old gates parted, revealing a narrow path surrounded by bushes and ferns.

"Whoa," Edward gasped. It really looked like a zoo in here! There was more vegetation than he had seen in parks, and the light seemed almost real thanks to the expensive sun lamps hung over the sky-like ceiling. Edward took in a breath, savoring the wild scents riding upon the crisp air.

"This looks...it is..."

Alexei laid a hand on his shoulder and laughed. "Not even my wife looked so surprised."

"It's brilliant!" Edward said. "But where are the animals?"

"Spread between specialized quarters. Keep them where they belong," Alexei patted Edward twice. "What you want to get?"

That was a good question. Edward walked ahead, looked around for a bit, then sighed. "I really have no idea. Mind giving me a tour?"

Alexei scratched the back of his neck. "Tour takes long. Dog, cat, snake? Just tell me what you want."

"I don't know!" Edward repeated, pushing back his annoyance. "It's not like I had time to think about it with all the rush to get here!"

"Dog then."

"Tour."

"Dog."

"Tour."

Alexei conceded with a bear-like growl. He walked forward, wrapping that bear arm of his around Edward's neck. "You try recording or doing your spy shit, and I snap your neck." He applied a little pressure, just for emphasis.

Edward wanted to scream. That bloody hurt! He coughed a few times and continued walking like nothing happened. This facility was exactly like Alexei advertised: professional. There were forested corridors leading to each quarter. Hidden cameras watched between the leaves, moving along with Edward. This Alexei guy was one paranoid fellow. He had check-ups everywhere, with dedicated personnel and every fancy detector in the book. Edward got checked for metals, devices, and hidden weapons. After demonstrating he was not a spy or some bloodthirsty cop bent on a random spout of vengeance, Edward was finally cleared to enter the animal section of the compound. He was greeted by large enclosures, each with their own specific vegetation and theme.

"I have dogs of all breeds and sizes." Alexei pointed to his right, where a large pack of mutts chased each other between the fir trees. "Huskies, shepherds, you name it."

"They are quite a beauty," Edward nodded.

"Mhm. And they heed your every command." Alexei turned his gaze towards him, green eyes glimmering with satisfaction. "Tell them to fight, and they fight. Tell them to fuck, and they fuck."

Edward raised an eyebrow. He heard the same tales from Terry, but seeing these dogs tackle each other like normal beasties was something else.

"They seem rather ordinary..."

Alexei slapped him over the head and whistled sharply. "Misha!"

A black marked husky broke from the group and ran straight to the edge of the fence. "Present yourself to my friend here, dear."

The dog barked excitedly and rubbed along the metal bars.

"Show us your belly."

The husky dropped, exposing its snow-white underside. Its paws lay limp in the air, trembling softly while her widely exposed sex twitched under her wagging tail.

"Lick your cunt," Alexei said.

The bitch whined softly and pressed her wet nose against her privates. Her tongue slid out to lap at her sensitive lips.

"Quicker."

Another soft yelp escaped her throat. Her hind paws trembled softly as she began to lick herself with abandon. Edward held his breath. He never saw such...vigorous licking. The female ate herself out quicker than Edward ate breakfast!

"Now cum for us, dear. Cum hard. Make it obvious."

She pushed her tongue between her folds, wriggling and licking until she drew back with a sudden jerk. Two globs of liquid lust spurted from her rapidly clenching lips, making Edward gasp in startled satisfaction. He was rock hard by now, throbbing ferociously inside his underwear.

"Pleased?" Alexei asked.

Edward blinked. He almost missed the question. The husky...she was so wet down there! Fluids cascaded down upon her bushy fur, turning it into clumps. Just how hot was she inside? Edward knew dogs were a few degrees hotter than humans. Just the thought of fingering or inserting himself into her oozing hole was...

"I-I am, yes," Edward stuttered. This got pervy quite fast. "She's wet! I mean, she's a good bet, this beauty."

Alexei waved his hand. The bitch was a lot faster than Edward anticipated. She got on all fours and pushed her lengthy muzzle between the bars, her tongue darting to lick at his bulge.

"Gah!" Edward drew back, feeling the shock of the lick traversing his spine. "You're a feisty lass!"

The dog whined happily, tongue poking between her canines.

"She can be yours, Dimitri." Alexei knelt, welcoming the licks across his face through the wide gaps of the fence. "She'll mate with you more times than you can handle, and outlast you every time."

Edward licked his lips, covering his raging erection as best as he could. Vivid images swirled around head, each featuring him naked and aroused. The husky before him was splayed on his bed, and he thrust inside her gloriously slick depths again and again and again.

"What else can she do?" he asked, shifting one leg before the other.

Alexei smiled under his tawny mustache. "Everything. Her intelligence matches ours. Whatever you say, she does."

Edward chuckled. "Like computer programming? I doubt she'll comprehend the-"

"She will. This facility you see," he gestured around. "They helped me build it."

"Bollocks."

Alexei burst into a fit of laughter. "That's what they all say. Is okay, Dimitri. It takes time to believe."

He showed Edward another dog before they departed. It was a german shepherd male, and he aroused himself and released his seed without even touching! Edward was impressed. Temptation urged him to buy the pair and live all his sexual fantasies. Thrusting into a female while getting taken by a male filled his mind all the time when he unloaded his seed in the morning shower.

Edward bit into his lip, smothering his rising lust. "Show me the rest of the compound please. I'll decide when I see everything you have to offer."

Alexei sighed and led the way deeper into the facility. He obviously had a sweet spot for his doggies, whispering soft praise between every breath until they left their enclosure behind. Edward smiled at hearing some of the lewd words. Alexei was into animals big time, and Edward couldn't blame him. With so many fluffy companions to play around with, he would have done the same. His thoughts still remained with the husky as they entered another corridor surrounded by thin trees and grasses. Walking with an erection felt more than a little awkward, and Edward forced his attention on plants, his own clenching fists, and even on Alexei's unkempt vestments -anything to get himself distracted.

"This is the feline section," he said as they came before a savannah-like landscape. "I have a dozen species of cats prowling about, each gifted as their canine counterparts."

Edward could see none amidst the dense foliage. "How big are they?"

"Too small to stick cock into, but they lick alright. If you want something bigger, we visit exotic animals."

"Let us."

"Is expensive," Alexei smirked.

"Money is not a problem."

His stupid smile deepened. Edward took to the path yet again. He passed the medical facility, greeted a couple of young employees, then finally arrived before the exotic animals enclosure. It bore the look of a temperate forest, with trees to provide shade and big rocks to rest onto. Alexei did his whistling and introduced Edward to a black lion, a fluffy snow leopard with a luxurious tail, and an oversized spotted skunk. She was the size of a small-ish dog. Definitely larger than a cat, but still smaller than most medium sized dogs. Whites and blacks clashed and bent across her fur, waging war up to her bushy tail that had a snowy underside to contrast with the blackness trailing down her spine.

"These three are all I have left," he said, working over the door's terminal. "Big felines very wanted. Very...expensive," he gestured dramatically before pushing the door open.

"Are we going inside?" Edward's blood quickened. He was going to get licked. Again!

"Ya. You not lived before..." Alexei met the ground as the lion tackled him in a fierce embrace just as he entered. He hugged and scratched his mane, speaking between the licks. "before hugging these beauties."

"Well then," Edward walked around the lion's muscular frame crouched before the two remaining animals, who stared at him with sparkling eyes. "What about a big group hug?"

They leaped on his face as soon as he smiled. Well, almost. The snow leopard literally sat on his body while the skunk sniffed and licked around his face. It had a small, ticklish tongue, and made the cutest noises ever. Edward grabbed the fluffy creature's neck and dug his face into its fur. She smelled alluring, bearing both the wild scents of nature and a suave perfume inside her delicate fur.

"I like you," Edward kissed her tiny nose. "Even if you're too big to be a proper skunk."

"Genetically enhanced," Alexei said. "Got her last week from a dealer. Poorly handled, but regained her vitality quite quickly."

Edward glanced back. Alexei managed to revert positions. The great lion lay on its back, exposing his belly and privates to the human's touch. Edward squinted at the engorged erection. The poor lion's tail hole trembled so hard, he seemed on the verge of release. Alexei worked down his belly, massaging the hard muscles of his flanks. Moaning softly, the lion thrust. A bead of moisture appeared on the tip of his member, sliding down along his tensing length until it met his sheath.

"Fuck," Edward whispered. That was hot as fuck. His member twitched and throbbed, poking at the leopard's side. The cat didn't mind, nor did Edward. He watched as Alexei gripped the meaty protrusion between three fingers and stuck another two inside the lion's tailhole. The beast roared, unleashing his seed with several mighty thrusts while he moaned and thrashed. The jets spurted at least a meter into the air before wetting the animal's belly and the earth around it. Once his semen was spent, the lion lashed with his paws, dragging the human closer into his broad mane.

"Attend the others," Alexei said, slightly desperate. "They- They won't let you out before you satisfy them."

He was bloody right. The skunk already worked on unlatching his belt while the leopard lifted her paw, inspecting the trembling snake beneath. Her warm breath felt heavenly, and her tongue even more so. Edward clenched his teeth.

"Naagh," he got up, pushing both creatures away. "This isn't about me, you fluffheads. Come on, show me your bellies."

Neither obeyed. The leopard pinned him down, filling his half-parted mouth with her tongue. Edward muffled a scream that quickly turned into a moan. The cat pressed her whiskered muzzle against his, licking with quick strokes. Edward tasted her tongue and inhaled nothing but her fragrance. She was so exotic, so warm! His arms lashed out, pulling the cat tighter against his chest. Her purr was melody to his ears, and her tongue delicious. Edward shared several passionate kisses before another presence made itself known to his ecstatic member, slick and smooth.

"N-no. Nooh! Aggh!" He struggled in the cat's fluffy embrace while his pants got dragged up to his knees by the skunk. He only counted two throbs before she returned to his loins, gripping the rim of his underwear.

"Don't do that, you fllgllleeah!" He failed to finish his words. Edward closed his eyes. His panties jerked once, twice, got pulled away slowly and gently by the skunk. His exposed member shot in the air, tip glistening with precum. It was an irresistible treat, and the skunk's bold tongue already brushed against his sensitive tip.

Edward groaned, hands gripping into the leopard's dense coat. The skunk dabbed and slid her nose around his tip, then licked at his engorged rim. It was too much to handle. Thrusting frantically, Edward caved in. The pressure was too great, and the stimulation too hard to bear. That small tongue slid and licked across his tip so fast, it felt unreal. He throbbed quicker and quicker, until his penis felt like bursting under the pressure.

"I'm...I'm...Haaaaaaaaah!" Tears welled within Edward's eyes as the scream left his throat. The skunk wrapped her paws around his member, pulling the foreskin back just at the last moment. The intense stimulation made his first spurt shoot so hard, he almost fainted.

And that was only the beginning. Edward thrashed on the ground, squirming in unison with his throbs. He unleashed wave after wave of warm semen, drenching the tongue that licked him while he suckled on the one that still was inside his mouth. Spurt after spurt came, emptying his tightening ballsack until every drop of seed was spent.

That's when he found his mouth free. Edward took a deep breath. Darkness still speckled his vision, and remainders of semen still left his shrinking member. Meowing softly, the feline's head vanished from his eyes, joining her smaller companion in cleaning all the mess.

Edward slapped his face. Was all this real? The sting burned, and the two tongues dancing around his exposed privates surely felt real. Almost as real as the laughter wheezing behind him.

"They...they did you, Dimitri!"Alexei slapped his lion. "Should have seen your face!"

Edward laughed too. It was so silly. Two beasts not only overpowered him, but forced a shamefully quick release.

"Your turn, you bastards!" Edward growled. He tackled the snow leopard first, forcing her on her back. Then, with the other free hand, he did the same to that sneaky skunk. They protested with licks and nibbles, but soon stopped as the fingers traced between their flanks. Edward slid one into each slit and took them at the same time. They growled and yowled and yelped, each snarling out her pleasure in different ways. They were different species, but their vaginas shared so many similarities. Both were dripping wet and hungry for deeper thrusts. Edward rammed them quickly and thoroughly, tickling every nub of flesh he encountered. The leopard caved in first. Her slit caught Edward in a vice embrace while her paws spread, revealing sharp claws. A strange growl left her panting maw, along with a riptide of fluids. Edward pushed inside her all the way up to his knuckle and held his finger within the confines of her collapsing walls. Females liked to be filled, and the frisky feline was no exception. Her walls literally suckled on his finger, urging it deeper with a lovely, vibrating massage. Edward felt himself getting harder just by imagining how it felt to be inside her.

He would have lost himself in the fantasy if a squawk didn't distract him. Swishing her tail, the skunk nipped his free fingers, demanding her own release. Edward gave it within six strokes. Unlike her companion, the skunk held tight throughout her whole release, then relaxed only when Edward pulled out. Three gushes left her wet lips, wetting the thirsty ground with fertile goo.

Edward got no break. Both the females found the ground under their paws and jumped him, messy as they were, and smothered him with their affection.

"You not out of the woods yet, Dimitri," Alexei laughed. "Laryn, be kind and join them."

As if things weren't bad enough with a snow leopard draped over his belly and a skunk humping his chest, a freaking lion joined in. He laid his great bulk over Edward's legs, yawning casually while his tail swished here and there. Edward was completely trapped for more than thirty minutes. He released yet again, courtesy to all the curious animals, and fed their hungry tongues with the little remainders of seed he had left. He felt slightly ashamed to be taken advantage of in such a public place, but everyone here was crazy.

Alexei returned with a sack of something hung over his shoulders. Edward didn't even realize he left. The man, now dressed in proper business clothing, looked over Edward with an amused stare, chuckled, then emptied the contents of the sack. Organs and meat fled its mouth, attracting the hungry horde.

With his attendants gone, Edward finally had the time to get up, stretch, and pull up his pants.

"No need to talk, Dimitri. Happens to every buyer. Some are less obvious than you, but everybody leaves this place a little shocked."

Edward felt rather relieved to hear he wasn't the only one assaulted by horny beasts. "You could have told me."

"And spoil the surprise? It wouldn't have been the same" Alexei motioned towards his lion. He took a seat on his back, patting his rump. "Take a seat. He never minds unless you step on his paws."

Edward took a seat and couldn't help his curiosity. He peeked under the lion's tail, measuring his equipment. It matched an ordinary lion's, though Laryn was slightly larger than what Edward saw on the internet.

"Can touch too. He definitely won't mind that!"

"You want me to jerk him off while he's eating?"

"Two pleasures at once. What's not to love about it?"

Edward would have declined if Alexei's stare didn't speak volumes. He sneaked in a hand and wrapped two fingers around the sheath. It was warm and tender, and the short fur felt rather silky. Slowly, he pulled it back, exposing the pointy tip of the member. The lion's tail twitched, and Edward's frown deepened. Quick throbs claimed his member, feeding it with blood and lust. It broke through the sheath, tensing inside the oppressive grip.

"What now?" Edward asked, itching to rub his fingers along the exposed meat.

"He cums."

That bloody Russian was right. Edward barely moved one finger above the tip before the lion's member started spewing its load. The feline's claws raked the soil, muscles tensing with arousal. Five powerful streams rammed against Edward's hand, wetting it with thick leonine seed. It was foggy and unreasonably warm, dripping like heated honey. Edward smeared the fluids along the lion's length. It rocked and shivered under the surge of release, unleashing another three feeble gushes. A long growl left the animal's maw as his tail slapped and his hind leg kicked.

"I think you should stop."

Edward backed off, lips pursed. "But I barely touched him!"

"You exposed his penis. To a lion, that's all it takes to trigger ejaculation. Felines are quite sensitive."

"But I have seen you rubbing him," Edward sniffed at his seed coated finger. It had an earthly scent, and the temptation to taste it was quite high. He scratched his neck with his clean hand, feigning ignorance until Alexei turned his eyes towards the animal's head.

"And he loves that, if you are fast enough."

Faster than a cobra, Edward pushed his finger into his mouth, sucking off the fertile liquid.

"Next time, you'll know."

Edward nodded, swirling the seed around his mouth. It was definitely unique, and quite slimy and hard to swallow.

"Yes," he coughed and spat, obtaining a curious glance from Alexei. "Next time."

The Russian bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Good. You will come again, but first need to choose!" he rose from his position and clasped his hands. "Which beast will you claim?"

"What are the prices?"

Alexei looked around, crunching some numbers. "Twenty k for the skunk, thirty for Shayla the leopard and fifty for Laryn," he chuckled. "Am not willing to part with my cat so easily."

"So you say..." Edward pondered. His apartment was too small to accommodate a full grown lion. The leopard was smaller and a lot more manageable. Silky too. She had such lovely fur and warm licks. Then came the skunk. Alexei had no name for her, and mentioned some previous owners.

"What's her story?" Edward pointed towards the grooming skunk.

"Saved her from abusive household. Her owner was...unkind to her."

"Wha'd he do?"

"You don't want to know, Dimitri..." his voice dropped slightly. "But she's fine now. Lively as my two kittens."

They flocked to Alexei, rubbing and nibbling on his hands. He smiled, giving each a quick petting. There was obvious affection going between the three, and Edward quickly made up his mind.

"I'll pick the skunk then."

"You sure?"

With a grin, a clap and two thumbs up, Edward answered. "Sure as I can be."

"Good!" Alexei said. "There is three things you must know." He lifted a finger. "First, you keep her hidden. No walks outside, no contact with people, not even telling to friends."

Edward nodded. Enhanced animals were banned from the streets. He didn't need to ask to know what happened if somebody informed the agents or the police of unauthorized ownership.

Alexei joined in with another finger. "Secondly, if you have problem, come here. I have medics to cure animals and my own vanishing agents to deal with..." he waved a hand. "All kinds of problems. And third," he gave Edward the middle finger, "Do not fuck us. We'll fuck harder, so hard you feel like piglet raped by a bear."

"Valid concerns," Edward said. "Gotta do what you gotta do to stay safe."

"Mhm. That means a month."

"A month of what?"

"Observation," Alexei sunk his hand into Laryn's mane. The leopard found purchase on the lion's back, pushing her fluffy head for extra petting. "You will be watched, and if you defect, eliminated. Dogs are common sight on streets, but skunks the size of a pooch...Not likely to encounter in nature."

Edward laughed. "Watch me all you want. If I showed you my dick, there's nothing else to hide."

"Good!" Alexei kissed his lion, ruffled his leopard, and waved Edward to follow. "Let us wrap up contract then, and leave these felines to fuck."

They were already underway. Shayla dropped on her back, spreading her flanks wide the lion's prodding. He sniffed and dabbed the tip of his tongue at her slit, summoning what sounded like an angry purr. The skunk wanted to join in too, but found herself gripped by caring hands.

"Shh, you cutie. You will be coming with me." She looked at Edward with two cute beady eyes and licked his nose. Edward smiled and followed Alexei out of the enclosure. Growls soon greeted his ears, but he didn't bother looking back. The images he had in his head worth more than a hundred glances.