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Waylon flipped through the thin, glossy pamphlet for the third time. The testimonials had been funny the first time around. He wasn't finding any more humor in them. He was bored waiting for his evaluation to come back scored.

One quick load paid for my new deck! said the testimonial of a buff and bearish alligator who would have looked at home wearing a wife-beater and fixing his truck. Everything about it got Waylon chuckling.

In a couple of sessions, I was able to pay for my daughter to have the sweet sixteen of her dreams, effused a smiling and decidedly flaming fox in another testimonial. It raised so many questions for Waylon which he pondered as he scanned the page again.

With a grand ego, Waylon thought he was a shoe-in to sell his semen. He had spent the last hour and a half filling out an endless questionnaire profiling everything from his sexual leaning to his mental stability to his preference in drinks to what handedness he exhibited when he masturbated. He was offended that ambidextrous wasn't a choice. Waylon wasn't ambidextrous, but he ticked left and right just to fight the system.

Quick with a quip and playing right into his species as a lanky gray rat, Waylon was a good-for-nothing but he thought his profile gave off that rogue charm. What hot baby-mama wouldn't want the spunk of a handsome rat with an affinity for leather and a spot-on Fonzie impression? He even listed those two items under Additional Traits.

"Excuse me, mister Quickfoot? Mister Waylon Quickfoot to the desk." At last, the moment of truth. Waylon slapped the pamphlet down on the table, stood up, grabbed the pamphlet off of the floor when it slid off the table, put it back on the table again and he strutted for the desk.

"Pretty lady, you got some good news for me, I'm sure," Waylon smiled and winked. He made a note to himself that complimenting fat girls always got him the best results. The legitimately hot ones saw right through it but the tubby skunk girl behind the desk was easy pickings.

She smiled with thinly-veiled contempt in her eyes as she passed him his scored evaluation. "The door is over there, mister Quickfoot," she said.

Just like that, Waylon was deflated like a tire. He glanced at the cover page and saw REJECTED in thick red block letters. He winced. It caused him physical discomfort. "Aha, this is a joke, I mean - you're joking, right?"

"Everything is in writing there, mister Quickfoot," the skunk said. Waylon wasn't done pleading when she put a sign on the desk and waddled off. It said out to lunch.

"The door is over there," Waylon said in a mocking, quiet voice. He slumped back in his chair and thumbed through the evaluation. Red marks everywhere, but the ones that stuck out to him had notes along with them.Not even a GED? Well, of course not - Waylon was, simply put, too cool for school. 'Cool' is not a personality type. Says who? I don't think 'all-around awesome chick magnet' is a trait our clients are looking for. Well, to hell with Valulode and their sperm bank!

The rat stood up, straightened out his jacket, folded the evaluation up and indignantly crammed it in his inside pocket. That would have been the end of it outright but a commotion caught his attention. If Waylon liked anything, it was a commotion. He slid back into the easy chair and he quirked up a little smile, tuning his ears just right to hear the bitching.

"This is discrimination," someone bleated to someone whom Waylon couldn't see, but it was the tubby skunk. "You people said any species, any sexuality, and I have a fucking bachelor's degree!"

Well, ain't you somethin' special, Waylon smugly thought.

The fuss came into the lobby. The skunk waddled around behind the desk and the complainant walked in front of it, keeping pace, which wasn't a difficult task with her. He swatted angrily at the desk with his evaluation yet the skunk was clearly not moved by his show of aggression. "Sir, mister Longhair, we've met our quota this year for homosexual donors," she stuffily said to him.

"I'll give you a quota," mister Longhair spat.

Waylon was stricken both by what a lame comeback that was and the appropriateness of mister Longhair's name. He was indeed someone with long hair - blonde and very pretty. He looked at a glance like a fox but he had raccoon marks and bands. That the clinic wouldn't take his exotic DNA said a lot about their quota, clearly. "I'm calling my fucking lawyer when I get home!"

"Sir, please don't make me call the police," the skunk said more into her monitor than to Longhair. "The door is over there."

The foxcoon was hissing swears under his breath when he brushed past Waylon. Waylon himself was a little stunned. He thought all queers were intelligent and sharp-witted. He followed the foxcoon out and called to him in a friendly way, "Hey pal, you got a second?"

"Yeah? What?" Longhair snapped, whipping around. Immediately he added, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? Just..." He flapped the evaluation like a lame, broken wing. "This shit."

Waylon smiled cheekily and pulled open his jacket. The foxcoon got a look at the rat's evaluation and the block letters on it. "I know the feeling, buddy. Told me I was a loser, that being cool ain't baby gravy-donatin' material, and I'm like, well, who the heck are you guys to judge?"

A condescending smile twisted up the foxcoon's snout. "Uh-huh."

"So what's your name, buddy?" Waylon smiled. "I'm Waylon right here, but maybe you knew that."

"I didn't know at all," the fox said, still with his evil smile. "I'm Desmond."

"Desmond Longhair, there's a name for you," Waylon grinned. He nudged Desmond's shoulder with a fist.

"Native American," Desmond said mildly.

"Native American? Very nice," a third voice said from just aside. Both Waylon and Desmond turned to see. There in the withering afternoon light was the most stacked female both Waylon and Desmond had ever laid eyes upon. Her name was Megogo and she wore an outfit that screamed hello nurse. On Megogo, the outfit was a caricature of the conservative getup Tubby the Skunk and her coworkers wore. Megogo was a lioness with hips begging to be held during a fuck and cleavage an adult's head could get lost in for days. With her long silver hair and striking green eyes, she was able to ensnare Waylon's attention on a primal level. The queer Desmond would need a little more coercion.

"Uh, hello," Desmond said with a tone offended by eavesdropping. Waylon was too busy staring into the abyss to comment. "You make a habit out of listening in?"

"Around this clinic, I do," Megogo said with a paw on her hip. "I see fine young men turned away day after day, handsome men, good men with good seed," she effused, "and I'm here to offer you boys a special opportunity."

Desmond felt comfortable backhanding Waylon to get his attention. He did just that and the rat squeaked and made a pose half-remembered from a kung-fu movie. "Hey, I was listenin' to the twins here, just like you was, buddy!"

"Then what did she say?" Desmond challenged

"Uh," Waylon blurted. "Jiggle jiggle, bounce, milk? Yeah, I got nothin'."

Megogo chuckled and shook her head. "I've got cash, vials, erotic items and my own special methods. Would you two like to come with me?"

The boys shared glances and then they shrugged. Waylon didn't need convincing. Desmond was just appeased enough by the surrealism to go along with the lioness.

Megogo's home was a tasteful manor as the boys saw it. They sat in her den and as the lioness sauntered off to fetch drinks for the three of them, Waylon needled a stoic Desmond with his annoying observation that they sat in a literal lion's den.

Wine was sipped. Waylon followed the sophisticated leads of Megogo and Desmond by avoiding his urges chug and belch.

"So what is this arrangement, exactly?" Desmond finally asked after some polite banter.

"It's simple," the lioness smiled. Her tail swished and her eyes glowed in the lamp light. "I acquire product for a black market sperm bank."

"Black market, what?" Waylon bleated. "Like illegal stuff, boss-lady?"

"Well, I suppose it's illegal in some way," Megogo shrugged. "We don't tie donors' names to their samples, just traits that help determine the genealogy, but not specific enough to arrest anyone," she winked. "On that note, I do have some forms that need filling out..."

"Gah, not more paperwork! I spent hours on that stuff already!" the rat groaned. Desmond shuddered at the notion.

"They're brief, I promise," Megogo chuckled. She handed the boys a clipboard each with xeroxed forms on them. They answered their questions and Waylon surprisingly finished before his new friend. When they handed them over to Megogo the lioness went over them with the air of a stern school teacher.

"Very interesting... Waylon, you say here you're... Cool?" Megogo smirked.

"Yes ma'am," he cheekily replied.

The lioness corrected it to say charismatic attitude. In her personal footnotes she wrote, polite demeanor; low intelligence; low drive; breed with suitably stupid recipients.

"What, uh, whatcha writing there, lady?" Waylon chuckled, flicking his fleshy whip tail.

"Just miscellaneous notes, mister Quickfoot," smiled Megogo as she slipped Waylon's form into her folder and picked up Desmond's. Again she evaluated with a thoughtful hum and an occasional nip on the butt of her pen. Nothing she saw stuck out to her. In the footnotes she added, twink body; 'sassy' type personality; recommended for Malaysian boy market stock. Into the file it went, and then she reached out with her wine glass for a clink which the boys partook in. "I'll tell you up-front that everything checks out. You'll be looking at between three and five hundred dollars per load - based on density and volume, naturally. I'm certain you two would love to begin immediately, yes?"

Waylon and Desmond both had impish little smiles. The rat ground his palms together. "Gimme a nice safe spot and I'll crank out a couple grand worth of little Waylons, lady!"

Megogo had a good, hard laugh. "No, no, no," she said, and as both of them were still evening out their confused expressions, Megogo explained, "This being black market business, there's concerns of product being cut or tampered with." She licked her lips and grinned, "Therefore, I'll be with you boys every step of the way."

"Uh, I can do... You know, exhibitionism," Desmond shrugged. "Not really my thing, but if it's necessary, that's fine."

The lioness smiled sympathetically at Desmond. It was Waylon she really had her sights on. "Come along, boys," she said to them. With dollar signs in their eyes, they followed her closely down the stairs to the basement. It was here that the boys realized Megogo's nice manor was a front for a love nest. She shimmied back into her large, red bed which seemed to be missing only rose petals and perhaps a gaudy heart shape.

"This is somethin' interesting," Waylon murmured. Desmond took to a chair and wrung his palms absently.

"I'll provide the vials in a bit," Megogo chuckled. "But first - Waylon?" She began unbuttoning her vest. The enormous tits within couldn't help but spill out more and more as one button after another popped. "You're free to help yourself. Or, at no penalty to your payout... I can help you milk those balls of yours," she seductively growled. "What will it be?" she asked, as if she had to.

"Ooh, man," Waylon huffed. He was tenting up his jeans hard and fast enough that it was painful in a hurry. To alleviate just that and because he wanted pussy and money, he unbuckled his belt, opened up his fly and shoved down his jeans. For the sake of a matched set, he pushed down his boxers too and he bore to the eyes of Megogo and Desmond a fat, strong cock in a healthy shade of pink. Pre beaded at the tip and drooled down the shaft.

"Mmh, god," Desmond huffed, shifting uncomfortably. Waylon was too enamored with Megogo to notice but the lioness made a mental note of Desmond's interest. First things first, of course, she beckoned the rodent to the bed with a finger and a wicked smile.

Smooth like silk but hard as a rock, Waylon took to the bed and made to cuddle up to Megogo. He didn't waste a second in getting his palms on the lion's rack and her puffy pink nipples received special attention from him. His fleshy palms made Megogo purr, a fond noise and one both boys were well aware of, but Waylon's touch had a more pronounced effect on the lioness. Under his lurid touch, her swollen nipples started to drool watery milk. Waylon was bemused.

"Hey, uh, didn't know you were leaky, sorry about that," the puzzled rat apologized. "But hey, how's about I help clean up?" he said with a wink and a smile.

"You just want my milk," Megogo dryly stated with a smile to match. She approved with a subtle nod and Waylon went straight to work, switching tits three times in the span of a minute to try to stem the tide. Well aware that the rodent couldn't keep up on such a herculean task, Megogo beckoned Desmond and she cooed to him, "I know I'm not quite what you prefer, but would you care for a drink?"

Maybe Desmond wasn't quite as gay as he professed to be even if his lust for pretty, dumb Waylon's ratmeat was earnest. He knelt on the bed opposite the rat and took to a nipple still glistening with the rodent's saliva. He started to suckle just as eagerly as Waylon did just beside him and the lioness purred her praises to the boys as she stroked down their backs. In Waylon's case she took a keen interest in his swollen cock, but for Desmond she played with the twink's round behind.

Even the calm and collected Megogo knew things were going sideways. It had never been her intention to breastfeed the boys but like a young and starry-eyed mother, both of which she hadn't been in years, it was impossible to resist the urge. "Good boys," she purred, ruffling up through both their heads of hair. "Very good boys..."

Though the milk was so far from running dry, Megogo did eventually decide that things needed to move along. With words instead of force, she eased the hungry boys off until they pulled their sucking, smacking lips from her puffy teats. "You're such sweet things," Megogo smiled. "Waylon, I'd like for you to just sit aside while I attend to Desmond here."

"Uh, well, sure," Waylon said, sounding dozy from the milk, "but I thought I was goin' first? Not that I mean to question you or anything, boss-lady."

"You'll be going first," Megogo chuckled. She got up off of the bed and used the moment to slip out of what was left of her clothing. At her insistence, Desmond did the same to bear a small but swollen erection. Waylon left his shirt and jacket on and it added some sleaziness to his cool charm.

Megogo disappeared into her walk-in closet and returned moments later with two important items: A large knotted dildo and a dispenser of lubricant.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Waylon bleated. "That thing could kill a guy like myself, don't go getting any funny ideas!"

"It's not for you, stupid," Desmond grunted at Waylon before he contritely smiled at Megogo. "Right?"

The lioness pushed the toy's base down into the chair's wooden top until the suction cup affixed. She batted at it and made it wag side to side before she smiled playfully at the foxcoon. "It's for whoever wants it," she winked. As she slathered on the lube, Desmond came near. Megogo gave his shaft a playful tweak. "That's such a cute cock, it's too bad you only like boys," she tutted.

"I'm sorry," Desmond sheepishly said. Megogo kissed his cheek and sauntered back to Waylon. Left to his own devices, Desmond gleefully impaled himself on the dense, knotted shaft, doing so with all the finesse of a fox who clearly had a collection of such things at home.

Waylon watched Desmond fuck himself with a wince. Nothing went near his asshole, not even a playful finger during a blowjob. Megogo distracted him, something she was very good at, when she shoved him down on the bed and revealed the glass vial in her paw.

"Mmh, is it milkin' time for ol' Waylon Quickfoot already?" the rat winked.

"Indeed it is," Megogo purred. She leaned down over Waylon until her great breasts rubbed the bed and she kissed the tip of his cock from there. The kiss became a wet, but short suckle which left the rat groaning. But before he could get too used to a blowjob as only an experienced MILF could deliver one, Megogo made her true intentions apparent. She walked up onto the bed and stood over the rat. Her feet were on either side of his chest and she peered down at the swollen rod of his cock.

The lioness said nothing witty or in warning as she lowered herself. There she knelt over Waylon whom could only watch in awe and a tiny bit of fear as Megogo's great, wide ass descended. It blotted out the light and defied the rat's feeble push against it with his palms. Soon its deep and warm crack enveloped Waylon's snout and the rat groaned happily into the flesh.

Desmond watched Megogo work, taking a break from his self-abuse to do so. He sat with his stretched pucker against the knot. "Are you really gonna buy our spunk? I mean, I could see you wanting mine," Desmond smiled, "but his too?" Waylon was much too occupied to defend his honor.

A chuckle welled up in Megogo's throat. Her paw steadily pumped on Waylon's shaft and she kept the open mouth of the vial nearby. "Above-board sperm banks only want doctors, lawyers, athletes - romantic and powerful men like that. It's all a means to charge exorbitant amounts of money for a little cum," she smiled as she wriggled her thick ass down especially hard. Waylon groaned and began to slather Megogo's asshole with his tongue as his fleshy palms molested her cheeks.

Megogo sighed, pausing her stroking only to pick up again even faster moments later. Waylon began to buck and curl his toes and Megogo held the vial near, yet it proved to be a false alarm and she continued unabated. "I could never bring myself to dabble in black-market organs," Megogo remarked, "but black-market sperm? Why, who could begrudge a young mother in South Korea who wants a pretty American baby?" she warmly laughed.

Harder and harder went Megogo's tugs on Waylon's cock. The rat was left groaning in what had to be complete and utter bliss when his meat twitched dramatically in the lioness' paw. Megogo bit her lip and aimed the rat's manhood down into the vial with a practiced hand. Waylon's ejaculate filled the deep vial and smeared along its glass, leaving an opaque milky film in its wake. When the vial was full to the brim, Megogo indulgently wasted the rest when she aimed his spasming cock toward her tits. The targets were enormous and the coverage therefore minuscule but the effect was no less erotic.

"Perfect," said Megogo as she popped the lid onto the vial. Beneath her, Waylon huffed and groaned. His legs shifted lazily and his toes only then uncurled. The lioness eased off of the rat and twisted around to get a look at his face. Exactly as she suspected, he was blushing and grinning dumbly with flushed cheeks. "Look at how productive you are," she effused, waggling the vial in his view. "I wish all of my boys were such heavy-hitters," chuckled the lion as she stood and sauntered first to the label maker and then to the fridge.

Megogo returned to see Waylon sitting up and Desmond practically showing off how well he could knot himself. The rat stared and uncomfortably wrung his hands but he perked right up at the sight of the lioness. "Hey, hey, hey," he winked, "not to be rude after a wonderful time, but when do I get paid, eh?"

"Soon," Megogo winked. She turned to Desmond with another vial in her fingers. Desmond cracked a grin as he wriggled down onto the fake balls of the toy.

"Since I'm sure you're wondering," said Desmond, "yes, I'm fine with you giving me hand. I'm not allergic to girls. I get the feeling you have a pretty nice touch, in fact."

The lioness chuckled most slyly as she better positioned herself for Desmond. She set one arm on the back of the chair for support. She stuffed the vial into her cleavage for safekeeping and she put that freed paw straight to work on the twink boy. From then on, Desmond merely sat idle on the enormous toy while Megogo jerked at his small, uncut penis. His insides clenched and writhed around the toy to the point that he gave himself a prostrate massage.

Coming as a surprise to Megogo was Desmond's touch on her swollen tits. She loved the feeling of his pads and velvet fur on her puffy nipples and his massaging made them squirt a bit of their life-giving cream. Desmond let the treat go to waste but Megogo always had more of it.

What didn't surprise the lioness at all was the way Waylon joined in. There was Megogo bent over a harmless twink with her fat, full ass on display. It was impossible for anybody to resist that kind of a blatant offer and Waylon took right to her hind end. Exhibiting a perfect lack of shame, he knelt behind the full-figured feline and he grabbed her plush cheeks in his palms. As he kneaded and squished them all to his own delight, Waylon sighed, "'Ey, sorry, it's just I can't help myself, you get what I mean?"

"It's quite fine," Megogo purred to Waylon. Even as she cooed to him, she was nuzzling the fox and licking his neck with all the mannerisms of a latent predator. The way he squirmed and whined told Megogo that his climax was a foregone conclusion.

"Good, cool," Waylon tried to say coolly. He spread Megogo's ass cheeks apart and he got a good look at the pink pucker which had just been parked on his nose. It was, as he expected it to be, absolutely flawless and just a tiny bit swollen. Waylon licked his lips at the sight. "I just figure if our buddy here ain't using it, well, a nice ass is a terrible thing to waste, as they say."

Megogo and the blushing, flustered Desmond shared an eye-roll and a smirk. Waylon got straight to work slathering Megogo's puckered entrance and Desmond cooed to the lioness, "Not much longer now."

The cock she was working was a small one but Megogo still drew out the strokes just to make Desmond feel big. Every time she crested, she thumbed the flushed tip of his glans and teased the piss slit with a claw. The pre which ran out of Desmond's length was more than enough that Megogo's fingers were slick.

Waylon's hungry slobbering wasn't restricted to only Megogo's asshole. The rat vigorously gave the same to her snug, wet cunt and that made the lioness lash her tail and shudder. But it was the way Desmond cooed and gasped and fondled her breasts that reminded her of how much she enjoyed this little back-alley business. The cute ones were always her favorites, but the dumb pretty ones like Waylon had a place in her heart too.

Suddenly Desmond began to grimace and jerk. Megogo fished the vial out of her cleavage in a practiced, quick sweep and she pressed the wide mouth to Desmond's aching meat. With her thumb, she pressed his cock down and kept it aimed straight ahead, and in but a moment Desmond came with four solid squirts of his exotic seed. Unlike Waylon, Desmond did not fill the vial completely, but Megogo deemed it to be more than enough. She kissed his cheek and purred into his ear, "Very, very good for a young man your size."

"Thank you," Desmond sheepishly replied.

To pull away from Waylon's worshiping tongue and suckling lips was the last thing Megogo wanted but Desmond's sample couldn't wait. She eased off of Waylon, in turn pushing her tits into a flushed Desmond's face for a moment. When the rat at last eased off and rested on his knees, Megogo sauntered her way over to the label maker and then the fridge again. By the time she came back, Desmond had eased himself off of the toy and he lay on the bed on his stomach. Waylon sat nearby and the two of them chatted in a friendly way, yet they stopped as soon as they realized Megogo was in earshot. She caught some sly utterance about her sweet tits, surprisingly from Desmond's mouth.

"All right, boys," the lioness said in a motherly voice. It became apparent then that she held a healthy bankroll in her paw. The bills were hundreds and she peeled them away from the wad. "For Waylon, let's see... One, two, three, four, and five," counted Megogo.

Waylon stared at the bills with a dumb, vacant smile. "Wow, just wow. Amazin' that my baby spackle's worth that much cash."

"And for you, Desmond," the lioness murmured as she silently counted and peeled off five more bills. "However..."

"However?" Desmond asked warily, but he still held his paws out.

Megogo smiled and winked. "I only got half a load out of you, young man." As she pressed the bills into his paws, she cooed to him, "You're going to have to stick around and work off your debt."

Before Desmond could agree, which his grin suggested he was certain to do, Waylon chimed in. "Hey, he-e-ey, my day planner's open, you get me? I can work off some extra debt too!"

"Oh, two strapping young men to help out. How fortunate," Megogo beamed. She set her paw on Desmond's head and gently petted through his hair. "I think you'll like what comes next quite a bit. Quite a bit."

Exactly as promised, Desmond absolutely loved the busywork Megogo had for him: Masturbating her other clients, among them a pair of well-hung stallions and a husky dog. Waylon took considerably less pleasure from this work...