Kitty still couldn't believe it, Father Andrew, King Bear and Simba were working together, but the only thing the beautiful cat couldn't figure out was why someone like Simba would trade everything, his dignity, his company…for a life of crime?
"Well, what did you find?" Wolf asked coming up to her. Kitty smiled and showed him, but as the two looked at the evidence she had collected, one of the nuns who was making her rounds outside, just happen to overhear the two of them.
A minute later there was a loud, "STOP THEM!"
Kitty and Wolf turned to see King Bear and Father Andrew pointing at them. Not wanting to be caught, Kitty jumped on her bike and Wolf jumped on the back.
Soon, the wolf and cat team were speeding through the streets of Jasper with King Bear's goons hot on their tails. As Kitty turned down another street, Louis came right up beside them, another bear by the name Ted reached out and pulled Wolf into the car.
Wolf with all his might kicked Louis right in the face, knocking the ursine out, who let go of the steering wheel and slumped over against his door. Ted seeing this let Wolf go and took hold of the wheel, thus giving the former Bad Guy a chance to escape. Kitty pulled up beside the car and wolf jumped back on the motorcycle.
As she sped up and pulled away from Louis, she noticed another car coming right at her, but this wasn't one of King Bears' men, no, it was one of Cain's men. Hench who had been bailed out along with Joey were speeding towards Kitty and Wolf.
"Great," Wolf shouted.
"We've been boxed in."
Kitty stopped her motorcycle and looked at the oncoming cars. Both Hench and Louis were coming towards her at record speed. The lovely cat smiled.
"What a bunch of dumb shits," she laughed, before going straight down an alleyway.
"What…" Louis gasped.
"The..." Hench gasped.
"FUCK?!" both Hench and Louis shouted before their cars crashed into each other. Kitty and Wolf had escaped, but the only problem now was finding a place to hide it.
However, the two of them had no idea that they were being followed by Toro, who was tailing them on orders by Axis.
Meanwhile, at the Jasper Center for Scientific Research, Sam pulled into the parking lot, the Irish-wolf and his passenger getting out almost immediately. And as the duo walked through the doors of the immaculate building, Sam and Diego couldn't help but notice several of the employees and techs eying the still shirtless Diego with a deep, burning lust. In fact, Diego noticed that receptionist, a beautiful Siberian tigress, was openly rubbing her pussy beneath her skirt. And as a way of teasing her, Diego, after making eye contact, seductively licked his lips.
"Alright Casanova, keep moving," Sam said with a mixture of a groan and a laugh, the Irish-wolf actually being turned on himself when he noticed the tigress spasming in bliss, her eyes rolled back in please. This proved to the wolf that Diego had more than helped the young lady reach an orgasm.
Before long the duo had reached what was essentially the temporary "housing" for Diego and his friends; A quaint, descent sized room brightly lit by fluorescent lights, the walls painted a dull grey, and tall enough for the mammoth family to stand at full height with an added two feet for redundancy, as well space tantamount to a private airplane hanger. Lined up against one of the walls was a series of cots, not the most comfortable, but enough to serve the purpose of giving the ancient animals a place to sleep.
But what truly caught Diego's attention was the fact that his mate and all of his friends were seated, or standing near their aside cots, each face a group of animals that included Dax, Eve and Ellie Lane. But, from what Diego could see, the three were also joined by three other animals, all mammals of predator origins. But the one that really stuck out the most to him was a saluki, whose shoulder Ellie had her hand on.
And as Diego went to stand by Shira, who was sitting on their shared cot, garbed in her simple white crop top and white shorts, Diego could that the saluki, who sporting a very handsome looking ginger mustache/goatee combo, was dressed in a fine grey suit, accented quite well with a dark teal shirt and emerald tie. And as he looked to the bespectacled gaze of the saluki, the round glasses reflecting the light of the lights overhead, Diego could see that the canine was studying him with great interest.
Upon noticing that Diego had joined the party, Ellie, a smile on er face, introduced the male by her side.
"Diego, this is my husband, Dr. Charles Lane, Attorney General for Redshore City, New Jersey, " Ellie said, standing to the right of the dashing male, who remained seated. And while Diego was at first confused by this, he noticed that Ellie's husband had a walking stick grasped in his right hand, a "cane" if he recalled correctly. He then recalled something that Ellie had mentioned when telling him and his friends about the bespectacled male; he had once been a soldier, fighting in a war far away. His right knee had been injured, and he now required the use of his cane, which upon closer inspection, was topped with a gold Eagle head.
"I must say…"
Diego was pulled from his thoughts by the guff, but light and gentle voice coming from the crippled saluki, his teal eyes gazing upon Diego, as well as the others, with quiet curiosity. No malice, no contempt, just…intrigue.
"Even sitting here now, seeing you with my own eyes...it is hard to believe."
Diego, upon noticing that the lawyer had shifted his cane to his left hand to present his right, offered a laugh in return as he happily accepted the handshake.
"But it is still an honor."
"The honor is ours, Dr. Lane," Diego responded, earning a chuckle from Lane is response.
"Oh, Charlie now," the male saluki responded with a warm chuckle, "you have to call me Charlie, we're all friends here."
"Of course," Shira added in with a giggle, the female saber grasping Diego's free arm with both of her hands, gently guiding him back to her cot to sit them both down.
"Well, now that all that is settled," Sam added with a laugh, "we should continue."
"Right you are, my tartan clad friend," Charlei said with a laugh as he referred to Sam's ever-present kilt, releasing Diego's hold as he immediately turned his attention, he briefcase he had at his side. Setting the leather container in his lap, Charlie flipped the latches at the front before opening it. And once he did, the saluki wasted no time in procuring a manilla folder, shutting the briefcase immediately after setting the folder on top, forming a makeshift desk.
"First, let us start the easy part of names. After I will defer to my colleagues on your status of citizenship."
And with that, Charlie went around the room, confirming a piece of crucial information that would help the Ice Aged mammals integrate into modern society…Surnames.
"Now…Manny," Charlie began, looking towards the completely nude mammoths, clearly not fazed by their lack of decorum, which was to be expected.
"From what I gather, you and your family wish to keep things simple by retaining your species as your surname; 'Mastadon', correct?"
"That's right," Manny responded curtly, watching intently as Charlie turned his attention to the resident sloth of the group, who had remained clothed in his issued white t-shirt and shorts.
"Sidney," Charlie continued, "from what I can see, you wish to adopt the surname 'Burrows," is that right?"
"You got it, pal," the sloth responded with a tongue-click and a wink, earning a chuckle from Charlie in return as the saluki then turned to the two possum brothers, dressed the same as Sid, who actually appeared quite nervous with the saluki's attention was now on them.
"Crash and Eddie…Wedge?"
"Yup," both brothers responded together, leaving Charlie satisfied as he finally came to Diego and Shira.
"And Diego, Shira has told me that you two drew some inspiration from Native American surnames and have decided on…Longtooth. Is that correct?"
"I mean," Diego responded with a laugh, "it's who we are."
"Indeed, it is," Charlie answered with a laugh, writing down the finishing touches on the documents with a laugh, the overall process only taking about forty seconds. And once all that was said and done, Charlie then presented the group with said documents, merely asking them to make a mark of some sort as a signature. And needless to say, Charlie was amazed to find that the mammals were able to read AND write in English, only recalling immediately after that Dax had mentioned how their language was a root language. It had also been revealed by the group themselves that while they did keep records in their time, all evidence of their written records had been lost to time and the elements.
Once Charlie was satisfied, he put the documents back in his briefcase, keeping them safe so they could be notarized.
"Now," he said once he had put the briefcase back on the floor, "we can get to the good part."
The last bit was directed towards the two other officials on either side of Charlie. To his right, A female Canadian lynx, and to his left, a male American Bobcat.
The lynx was actually quite beautiful. In fact, she didn't seem to have any problems with displaying her alluring figure. Actually, one would assume she was trying to catch someone's eyes with the fact that her hourglass figure was framed perfectly by her tight-fitting black skirt and blazer, the skirt hugging her shapely legs just at the center of the thighs, and her blazer's buttons seemingly straining under the force being applied to them by a pair of noticeable busty tits, the impressive cleavage of which could be seen through the top three parted buttons of her white blouse.
As for the bobcat, he appeared quite a looker as well. From his beige brown fur to his impressive muscular, but still lean physique, emphasized by the form fitting suit he wore. But as some of the other inhabitants of the room observed, the stag's brown eyes seemed to linger on the females of the ancient mammals, specifically Shira, who couldn't help but feel turned on at the fact that this strange cat was eyeing her as if she were the prey and he was the hunter. In fact, Shira had to restrain herself when she noticed a very noticeable bulge form in the feline's pants.
"Now then," Charlie finally said, the saluki thinking it best to break the obvious sexual tensions in the room, "allow me to first introduce Ms. Amelia Dumont, Chief of Staff for the Canadian Government."
Turning to the lynx, Charlie nodded for her to proceed, which she did after procuring a piece of paper from a small folder she had in her procession.
"'Under the review of a special committee headed by Prime Minister Alexander McKenna of the Dominion of Canada," the lynx began, her voice level and her expression neutral as her violet eyes traced the paper. But as she read, the group could see that her otherwise neutral expression turned into a sort of giddy smirk.
"'The individuals recovered from the Jasper National Park Area are considered indigenous to the region and are subject to the same rights and provisions as outlined in the Canadian Constitution as any other Canadian citizen. Signed Marcel Bessette, Governor of Alberta."
Upon hearing this, the ancient mammals let out a sigh for relief, happy that at least they were viewed as citizens in the country in which they were found. But, as the excitement died down, the group then turned their attention to the strapping bobcat on Charlie's left, his face just as neutral as Amelia's as he himself procured a piece of paper from his briefcase.
"I am James Holland," the bobcat began, his voice just as even as Amelia's had been, "political attaché from Washington D.C. In my hand is an official statement from our President…"
And with that, James began to read, but only after fishing out a pair of reading glasses from his inner breast pocket.
"'After careful deliberation with members of Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), as well as Immigration and Naturalization Services (INS), the individuals recovered in Jasper National Park in Alberta, Canada are hereby deemed, by historical and geographical technicality, naturalized American citizens, and are thus able to receive the same rights as American citizens. Signed Matthew Jones, President of the United States of America.'"
The sound of cheering nearly deafened the three representatives, not that they minded.
"Congratulations," Charlie said as he stood from his chair, although with some assistance from his wife, a proud smile on his muzzle as he shook the hand of the mammals before him, each
"What now?" Shira asked, the excitement of knowing that they were now accepted into society having given way to a new feeling…anxiety. More specifically, anxiety of how they were expected to live in a society that they did not recognize. And upon noticing this, Sam, a tender smile on his lips, made his way over to Shira, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Go out and live," Sam said, the wolf almost immediately turning to leave with Dax as they headed to the door. But, before they left, Sam sent one final message, accompanied by a smile, over his shoulder.
"It's a fine day."
Indeed it was a fine day, and not just in Jasper.
Porsha sat in the sunny courtyard, soda in hand as she caught up with Ryan, the tiger enthusiastically catching Porsha up on everything that he had been doing since they last saw each other as kids. And needless to say, Porsha was very impressed with the huge amount of credentials Ryan had built for himself, dancing for some of the highest profile theaters on both the east and west coast. He even starred for a time on Broadway. Heck, he even told her about his older brother that was one of THE Gazelle's backup dancers.
"Oh Ry-Ry," she cooed, letting out a little giggle as her use of an old nickname made a faint blush could be seen through the white fur on Ryan's muzzle, "I'm so happy for you. And now, you and me get to be in a show together. Like old times."
And as Porsha spoke, she unconsciously placed her hand on top of Ryan's, the larger feline stiffening some from the contact but was careful not to let it show.
"Porsha," Ryan chuckled, "I don't think our first-grade production of the 'Princess and the Pea' really counts as a 'show.'"
"You were still a cute pea," a new voice interrupted, causing both young mammals to look up to see a smirking Suki standing over them, her playful expression never faltering as she watched the two performers, upon noticing the position their hands were in, immediately bolted up, massive blushes bleeding through their fur.
"H-High there, Miss Lane," Ryan nervously greeted, "it's been awhile."
"It certainly has Ryan," Suki, sending the tiger a more friendly smile, the gesture succeeding in calming him down. "But please, call me, Suki."
"What are you doing here Momma?" Porsha asked with genuine curiosity, the saluki usually busy with matters in her father's entertainment empire.
"I just thought you might like some familiar company, sweetheart," Suki responded, her answer not entirely a lie, but she thought it would be better for Porsha if she didn't know that Mr. Moon had personally requested Suki to watch over Porsha as he, along with an insistent Ash, went to find, and more than likely convince Clay Calloway to join the show.
"Though I see," she continued, sending Ryan a playful wink as she did, causing the tiger to stiffen up once again, "that isn't much of a problem."
This in turn caused both Porsha and Ryan to blush again, both becoming very uncomfortable at what Suki was suggesting.
"WEEELL," Ryan stretched out, as he began to mosey to the stage doors, "I guess I should be getting back to rehearsal."
And it was upon hearing this, Porsha's eyes shot open in alarm, looking at the smart watch on her wrist in panic to find that she was…
"OH MY GOSH!" She cried out, causing both Ryan and Suki to look at her in alarm and concern.
"I'M TWO HOURS LATE TO REHEARSAL!"
Before Suki knew it, she was chasing after Porsha as she dashed down the halls of the building, having left a confused Ryan in the dust, or rather the courtyard.
"What was that about?" a new voice sounded from behind the tiger, causing said feline to look back at his ice-cream vender friend.
"No clue, Al, no clue."
And by the time Ryan had left his buddy a generous tip and made his way back inside, Porsha had reached the main rehearsal space. And as a winded Suki reached the doors herself, she could make out a blaring voice, the voice revealed to be the chameleon Miss Crawley with a bullhorn…blaring at a very apologetic Porsha.
"I know I'm late, Miss Crawley," she practically whined, the young wolf in the same submissive posture she had around her father, "I'm promise it won't happen again."
"IT BETTER NOT!" Miss Crawley bellowed from her spot-on top of a scissor lift, then mumbled under her breath. "Stinking young people can't even keep up with the time."
Porsha cocked her head and Miss Crawley then shouted,
"NOW GET YOUR TAIL TO WARDROBE!"
And just as the old lizard driving away, all while keeping her one good eye fixed on Porsha, the teen, who at this point was resisting the urge not to cry, found herself being immediately comforted by Suki and Meena, the latter having excused herself from her self-absorbed partner in order to do so. But upon hearing a huff come from the older saluki, both girls turned to see Suki who looked at the lizard with an angry frown.
Nobody makes my baby cry, she thought to herself.
"Sit tight sweetie, I'll be right back."
At first confused, Porsha and Meena's eyes soon widened in surprise, and some would also say horror as Suki practically stomped her way toward Miss Crawley, business written all over her stern face.
"CRAWLEY!" she bellowed, only to feel all her nerve drain out of her in an instant the moment the chameleon's good eye landed on her with burning contempt.
"YOU WANT SOME TOO, RED HOTS!"
And at that moment, Suki's own tail went limp as her eyes went wide upon realizing that despite her age and size, the old lizard had a lot of fire at that moment. Fire that not even the talent scout could extinguish.
"No," Suki immediately responded, her stern expression replaced by a nervous smile as she turned on her heels, "I'll just be right over here, thank you."
"THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!" Miss Crawley responded before yelling at more stagehands, all while Suki practically speed walked back to Porsha and Meena, who fought back giggles while also looking at Suki with some concern.
"You Ok, Miss Lane?" Meena asked, the smile on her face being held back with all her might, though Suki's response proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back.
"That lizard…she's crazy," Suki responded, a little shaken.
"There's no fixing what's wrong with her."
Upon giving her response, Suki looked to the girls, both snorting as they tried to hold back their laughter. But, lucky for them, it was Suki who broke them, the saluki soon leading the girls a fit of laughter, Suki actually holding her stomach as the laughed so hard it hurt.
"Way to hold your ground there, Red Hots," a new voice sounded, the two canines and elephant looking down to see a lynx, practically advertising her presence with a neon green hood, black pants and bright red boots, the feline sending the saluki a playful smirk, one which was answered by a deep frown, mainly at the less than flattering nickname that had just been given to her by Miss Crawley.
"I'm sorry," Suki said, her laughter coming down as she eyed the lynx suspiciously, "but who are you?"
"It's okay," Johnny immediately interjected, stepping beside the lynx with a sheepish smile, "she's with me."
"High," the lynx responded energetically, grasping both Porsha and Suki's hands in an interwoven mess of a dual handshake, 'I'm Nooshy, I'm his dance cotch, and I REALLY love that jacket, Wolfy."
With that, the lynx walked away without another word, leaving Porsha to look at her sparkling sequin jacket.
"She's right," Johnny suddenly said, causing Porsha to look up in time to see Johnny offer a genuine smile, "great jacket, Porsh."
And one thing was for sure, Porsha felt a small smile tug at her lips. It felt great to have so many people around her that seemed to really care about her.
"Come on sweetie," Suki said with a laugh, wrapping an arm around her charges shoulder, the wolf offering no resistance as Suki lead her to wardrobe, where Porsha was surprised to see Meena had beaten them, eating what Porsha knew to be her FOURTH ice-cream of the day.
"You're going to turn into an ice-cream cone, Meena," Porsha said with a laugh, joined by the dachshund seamstress working on Meena's costume.
"That's what I said," the short, long-haired canine added, causing the pachyderm to role her eyes.
"Why don't you talk to him? His Ryan's friend and his really nice," Porsha added, clearly talking about Meena's not so covert crush on the Elephant ice-cream vendor out in the courtyard, a teasing smirk on her muzzle as Meena just hid behind her ears, though to Porsha's relief, she could make out a small giggle come from the elephant girl. And if Porsha was certain about one thing, she didn't want Meena to hate her as her paranoia made her think she already did, despite the obvious camaraderie they had built over the past couple of weeks.
One Week Later
Shira sighed as she stared out the passenger window of Eve's car, her sad gaze staring off in the distance as the scenery whizzed past, the late-Saturday morning sun reflecting off of the dew on the trees and grass. Eve on the other hand, couldn't help but cast a sad, sideways glance toward the saber, who was still trying to get used to the modern world.
"Shira," she began tentatively, her voice stalling when she saw the tell-tale sign of tears starting to brim in the overwhelmed tigress's eyes, "I know this hard, and a bit terrifying for you, but I promise you, we are going to help you and your friends through it."
"I know you will, Eve," Shira whimpered in response to her guide's statement, wiping a tear that had finally had the weight to fall, staining the fur on her face, which now held a sad, but still appreciative grin. Upon seeing this, Eve, with a sad smile, reached over and took Shira's hand in hers, gently rubbing her thumb on the top, which succeeded in getting Shira to turn her attention away from the window, allowing her to peer into her Eve's caring eyes.
"You guys will be just fine, hon," Eve whispered, giving the feline's hand a gentle squeeze. Shira, upon hearing this, allowed a full smile to form on her muzzle.
"You really think so?" the saber inquired, her stubby tail slightly wagging, which to Eve was a good sign.
"I know so," Eve responded confidently, before returning her full attention to the road...
And the mission at hand.
With the unfrozen mammals being thrust into a world that, while show to them through brief glimpses, was still very new and unknown to them, Eve, and a few others, had decided that they would help Shira and her friends acclimate to this strange new environment.
By any means necessary.
"Now," she continued as she entered the Jasper town limits, "this day is all about you. We can go and do wherever you want."
Shira instantly perked up at this, realizing she could now experience the world that had been shown to her in little glimpses while on ice. Just as she began to get an idea of what to do, the car was filled with the unmistakable sound of a rumbling stomach. Looking at Eve with a sheepish smile, Shira gently rubbed her stomach while letting out a small giggle.
"I guess we could eat first," she said shyly, "I kinda skipped breakfast because I wanted to see how much food has changed over the millennia."
Returning the smile, Eve nodded as she pulled into one of her favorite restaurants;
Walter's Dining Room.
Getting out of the car, Eve and Shira walked into the restaurant, where they were greeted by their hostess, who led them to their table before leaving to attend to her other customers, but not before letting the girls know that their server would be right with them.
"Hey Eve," Shira said, "I'm going to head to the restroom really quick...when our server comes, could you get me one of those 'iced teas' everyone keeps telling me about."
"Sure thing, Sweetie," Eve responded with a smile, watching Shira leave the room before looking at the menu that was given to her. Not ten seconds after the lovely saber left, Eve heard the sound of footsteps approaching their table until they stopped right beside her. Through her peripheral vision, Eve could see that the server did not wear the typical white button shirt, black tie, trousers and apron associated with the staff, but with her face in her menu, Eve could not tell who the person was,...
That is until he introduced himself.
"Wow, that's rude, Eve."
Upon hearing the waiter's voice, Eve pulled her nose out of her menu to send a teasing smirk to the wolf by her side, the horrendously done ginger dye job making it clear that the canine did not have the same flare for disguise as his aquatic accomplice.
"Well, a girl can't always be on top of formal greetings, Mr. Wolford," Eve said as she quickly rose from her seat to wrap her arms around the taller wolf's neck, leaning her face into his. Wolford, who had become very well acquainted with Eve since arriving in Jasper, and had definitely had his own fair share of fun with her, quickly met Eve with a tender, but still very sensual kiss, which did not go unnoticed by the few other patrons in the room, who merely shrugged it off as they knew of Eve's reputation.
"Well," Wolford laughed as he pulled away, only to lean in to whisper into Eve's ear, "we'll just have to fuck some manners back into you."
"Oh, Wolford please," Eve responded, pulling away, returning to her seat as she continued to speak, "no matter how hard you go, I'll always be that spoiled MILF down the street."
Returning the smile that was given to him, Wolford quickly remembered why he was there.
"So," he began, "how's Shira getting along?"
"Not so good," Eve sighed, then looked out the window. "How's Diego doing?"
"Already a favorite at the Moonlight Howl," Wolford seductively whispered in her ear. "Nick's wife can't get enough of him, neither can Nick. Just two days ago, Nick let Diego face fuck him so hard, that we had to have a paramedic there in case he got injured."
Eve felt her pussy heat up, it was such a turn on. Wolford went on.
"In fact, he's performing tonight. Though I'll be working more than anything…King Bear has a secret meeting with Nick and another client."
Eve smiled evilly.
"Well, good luck. And as for Diego, would Claw be willing to give Shira a discount on a little 'VIP' action?"
Wolford's eyes widened to the size of the plates on the table, but let his face relax into an evil, lustful smirk.
"I'm sure she can."
"Eve?" a voice called from behind him, causing Wolford to pause in his rambling and whirl around just in time to find Shira standing just inches from the table. And at that moment, Eve knew that her newly devised plan had just been put into action. But for now, she and Shira enjoyed their breakfast, and when they left, they made sure that they left their waiter a sizable tip. But when they left, Eve sent Wolford a mischievous wink, which left him feeling excited that Diego would have to give the performance of his life that night.
For the rest of the day, Eve and Shira enjoyed themselves, whether it was going to the spa, shoe shopping, or hitting some of Eve's favorite food shops. Eve even took Shira dress shopping. In the end, she convinced Shira to walk out of the store wearing a brand-new, thigh-length sunflower yellow crop-top dress, which hugged her frame very nicely, and accentuated her bust really well. This combined with the black, open-toed heels that Eve had bought, and her new leggings, made several males do double take as she walked past them.
Even Cain himself whistled at the lovely saber.
"This feels weird, Eve," Shira said, slightly uncomfortable from all the attention she was getting, but Eve simply smiled at her.
"But it feels good...Doesn't it?"
After taking a moment to think about it, Shira did have to admit that she did feel empowered, so much so that when another male deer sent a wolf-whistle in her direction, she actually stopped to pose for him, even giving him a bit of a show by crossing her arms under her chest, which led her to pretty much presenting her covered breasts to the male, who only restrained himself when Eve sent him a deadly glare.
"Clearly, it does," Eve said after the buck had run away in fear. Upon hearing this from Eve, Shira realized what she was doing, and blushed so hard that it began to show through her fur.
"Sorry," she replied sheepishly, earning a playful smirk from Eve.
"It's alright Dear," she responded, placing a hand on Shira's shoulder, gently guiding her to their car.
"Now come on," Eve continued, as she noticed it was starting to get dark, a devilish smile forming on her muzzle, "there is one more place I want to take you."
Before long, Eve was driving them toward the edge of the city, a part of town that Shira had been told was the "entertainment" area. Her confusion only grew when Eve pulled into the parking lot of a very plane looking building, the only decoration being a giant neon sign that read "Moonlight Howl." And just below the main sign was a smaller one which read "Ladies Night," turned on for the weekend.
But, despite the sign, Shira could see some males going in, much to her confusion.
To each his own, Shira thought to herself. Hell, she was in the same boat herself, flaunting herself to girls and guys alike.
"So," Shira began, still slightly confused, "what is this place?"
Eve, catching onto the saber's confusion, offered a sly grin.
"A fun one to end our day."
Before Shira could respond, Eve had jumped out of the car and began walking toward the hottest strip-club in Jasper. Not wanting to be left alone, Shira quickly unbuckled herself and bolted after her guide, just catching up with her as she entered through the door, which was being guarded on the inside by two canine bouncers; a pure-blood malamute with piercing blue eyes, and a husky-wolf hybrid, both having moved from Nome, Alaska some years prior. Upon entering the club, Shira's ears were instantly filled with the sound of pulsating bass music, obviously set for the "performers" to dance to. She also noticed that, aside from the bar, which was lit by regular lights, the rest of the dim room was lit by the warm glow of red LED's.
Looking around, Shira could see that, true to the sign outside, the patrons seemed to only be female, with a few males, each drinking or talking with friends...
While others were enjoying the shows on the several small stages around the main floor.
Throughout the main space there were several stages, dancing on each one was a male dancer, be they wolf, caribou, fox, red-tailed deer, or various other pred and prey, either wearing revealing costumes, g-strings, or nothing at all. One dancer Shira recognized was one of Sam's friends, Hutch Blackclaw, who, from his reputation as one the club's best performers, was known as "Chief," a Native American moniker that stemmed from his actual heritage. And from what Shira could see, Hutch was giving his all dancing for a female that she recognized as one of Lilly's friends, Candy, who was with two of her other friends, the vegetarians Reba and Janice, who both were accompanied by their boyfriend, as well as one Humphrey's friends, Shakey.
But what really caught Shira's attention was the fact that Hutch was dancing with a completely hard ten-inch boner, dancing in such a way that he was thrusting the hard piece of wolf-meat right at the girls and one male in front of him. At one point, Shira was shocked to see Hutch pull the rusty-furred girl on stage with him, gyrating against her thigh, Candy dancing along as her friends cheered her on. But the true shock came when Candy removed her top, exposing two round, firm c-cup breast, before dropping to her knees and sandwiching Hutch's dick between them, prompting the dancer to continuing to gyrate into the wolf's glorious bust as she massaged his love-stick, kissing the head as it peaked out of her cleavage.
At first concerned that the wolves might get into trouble, Shira froze when her eyes caught a plaque situated right beside the open bar;
OPEN SEX ALLOWED AND FREE OF CHARGE...
JUST CLEAN UP YOUR MESS.
This revelation, combined with watching this open, lewd display, which now consisted of Candy, pants around her ankles, getting her pussy fucked by Hutch as her tits sandwiched the pole on the small stage. And as Candy was being plowed from behind, Janice sat between her friend in the pole, her shirt pulled up to expose her luscious grapefruit-sized boobs as she alternated between licking her friend's clit and Hutch's shaft and balls. And as all this transpired, Reba had yanked down Shakey's pants before quickly swallowing his cock in one go. The sight, along with the ever-growing smell of sex, made Shira aware of a familiar moisture start to form between her legs, the feeling only increasing as she noticed that several other women where partaking in the club's policy, with many either enjoying the show, or "dancing" with the performers.
Moving her purse so that it was just in front of her pelvis, Shira discreetly placed her right hand over her jeggings, a deep blush bleeding through her fur as she felt that a damp spot had begun to form on the article of clothing. Shira even let out a shriek when she felt an unfamiliar hand diving into her jeggings, past her pants, and bury two fingers in her sensitive slit.
"Why don't I help you with that, Cutie?" a sweet female voice offered, a voice Shira recognized as…
"LILLY?!" she exclaimed as Eve's youngest daughter, decked for her evening roll of waitress and "fluffer" in only fishnet stockings and high-heels, dove her fingers in and out of the clenching twat, succeeded in getting a little mewl of pleasure from the female in her grasp, encouraging her to thrust her pelvis against Shira's ass, making the surprised saber involuntarily thrust her hips into the invading digits. At this point, Shira, who quickly removed herself from the busty white-furred beauty to rejoin Eve, thought it best to leave before she embarrassed herself.
"Eve," She whispered nervously.
"Yes sweetie?" Eve inquired, showing some concern for her charge, but not without smugness as she noticed her reaction. But before Shira could voice her concerns, a chorus of cheers sounded from across the room. From what Shira could see, a large crowd had gathered around the main stage near the back of the club, which had a single pole rising from the middle of the stage to the ceiling. All around, females were losing their minds as Eve guided Shira toward the stage, both taking some seats in the front row.
And then, the voice of the Emcee, whom Shira instantly recognized as the evolved tarantula friend of Sam, Webbs if she recalled correctly, sounded from a raised platform from behind the stage. And from what Shira could see, she was very "liberal" with her clothing, wearing only a gold-chain necklace, a cap worn sideways, and a pair of sunglasses. Other than that, Webbs's short, fit frame, was exposed to the club attendants, busty c-cups, wide hips, and a soaking wet pussy, a clear sign the girl was enjoying the show as well.
"ALRIGHT LADIES!" she called out, "NOW FOR THE ONE YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!"
The girls started going absolutely ballistic.
"GIVE IT UP FOR THE ONE, THE ONLY BLAST FROM THE PAST...DIEGO 'KING SABER' LONGTOOTH!"
Shira's eyes nearly popped out of her skull at the sight that befell her.
Stepping from behind the curtains at the back of the stage...
Was Diego, dressed in nothing more than a black g-string.
Shira was practically defended by the screams of all the other females around her, several obviously wanting to jump on stage with Diego as he strode toward the pole strutting and flexing his well-toned body from his subtle muscles on his pecs, arms and legs, while also displaying his impressive six-pack. But as Shira's eyes wandered over Diego's body, her gaze instantly froze on his g-string, which at this moment was failing to hide his impressive bulge.
And what happened next, made the saber's heart skip a beat as a new wave of moisture soaked through her jeggings, not so much from the thing that had ravaged her time and time before, but because it was on full display for several other horny women, and men.
In what appeared to be a lightning quick move, Diego, after just two minutes of dancing, ripped away his g-string exposing his fully erect fourteen-inch cock to the crowd, making the girls scream in excitement, especially when Diego began grind his "pole" against the stainless-steel one. Some of the girls were so excited that they stripped off their shirts and bras, throwing the articles of clothing on stage while letting their tits hang out as they watched the show. Lilly was even so bold that she jumped on stage, drooping to her knees before swallowing Diego's cock whole with, as Shira observed, unsettling efficiency, her throat actually bulging out from the onslaught.
Seems this place leaves you with no restraint, Shira mused silently to herself, while at the same time watching Lilly blow Diego, a small feeling of jealousy filling Shira as she watched, secretly wishing it was her in the Lilly's position, swallowing Diego's cock like she had done before, holding onto to his perfect toned ass for stability as he started to face-fuck her, her gags and moans being heard by several horny females, each dying to taste what she was. Even Webbs showed her excitement by working his equipment with one hand and fingering her gushing cunt with the other.
At this point, Shira couldn't take it anymore.
As quickly as she could, she bolted from her seat towards the bar, hoping a drink might steady her nerves, or least remove what she just saw from her mind, leaving her guide behind, who at this point was sporting a very satisfied grin, especially when she made eye-contact with Diego, who, while in the midst of getting a double titjob from a vixen and a porcupine from the audience, returned the nod and sly grin sent to him by the older female, a clear sign he was privy to the slutty MILF's plan, a MILF who at this point, decided to join in the fun by lowering her pants and panties, four fingers diving into her slit as she fondled her tits beneath her shirt. And, not ten seconds into her self-pleasure, she felt a hand swat hers away and a tongue shoot into her snatch. Looking down, Eve's evil smile grew larger when she saw her own daughter, Lilly, with her head buried between her legs, her place on the stage being taken by the two smaller females.
"Such a hungry pup tonight, aren't you dear?" Eve lustfully growled before resting her head on Lilly's head, the latter letting out a muffled shriek as she felt her face being shoved into the experienced pussy she was eating, her tastebuds exploding from the surprisingly sweet nectar that flowed onto her tongue. And to Lilly, the delectable nectar seemed to have an aphrodisiac-like effect on her, for within seconds of being held down by her mother, Lilly plunged three fingers into her aching pussy. And watching Lilly work herself with her fingers, Eve got a naughty idea.
"I think you can take more than three, Dear."
While Lilly feasted on Eve, Wolf, who had been sitting the corner next to the bar, smiled as he spotted Nick Wilde enter the club. He was backed by his three main bodyguards, Fangmeyer, Delgato, and Wolford. The four former ZPD officers made their way to the VIP area. Wolf took a snap shot with his phone before ordering another drink from Sweets.
Back with Shira, the bar was not such a good idea. When she had entered the club, she had noticed that Sweets had been working as the bartender, so she figured now that maybe a drink and some friendly conversation might take her mind off of things.
How wrong she was.
When she had walked towards the bar, Shira had kept her head, hoping to avoid any other "distractions."
"Hey Sweets," Shira greeted as she sat on one of the stools, "can I get something strong?"
"Sure thing, NNG, Shira," Sweets responded in a strange way, "just, OOH, give me a few minutes to, AH FUCK, finish up!"
Shira, confused by her new friend's response, finally looked up, only for her eyes to widen and her blush to deepen as she saw Sweets bent over the countertop, her exposed c-cups pressed against the hard surface as she was receiving a hell of a pounding from Dax as he stuffed Sweets with his impressive tool.
Upon noticing Shira staring at the two, the male brought his hand up to tip his hat toward her, a coy smile on his face as he did so.
"Howdy Shira," he greeted, never once breaking his rhythm as he continued to thrust into Sweet's tightening cavern, "enjoyin' the show?"
"You remember Dax, don't ya Shira?" Sweets inquired, push her hips back to meet Dax's thrusts, the male seemingly unfazed by the conversation that was occurring.
"Y-Yeah," Shira responded as she watched her friend get her pussy stretched by the huge Texas cock, her blush growing stronger as she continued to watch. And the moment she got a good look at the softball sized knot desperately trying to tie her friend, Shira couldn't control herself as she slid a hand into her jeggings, her fingers starting to gently rub her clit over her panties. Dax noticed this and decided to do some more teasing at Shira's expense.
"Like what ya see?" he said, giving Sweets' ass a hard smack as he did so, making the horny bartender moan loudly as her ass-meat jiggled from the impact.
"Just thought I'd give my litter sugar bear a nice big 'tip' for her troubles."
To emphasize his point, Dax pulled out of Sweets, a loud moan escaping her throat showing of an impressive eleven inches to Shira, stroking it quickly for a few seconds, the tip dripping globs of pre down the length. Shira stared wide eyed at the tool before it was returned to Sweet's pussy with a wet, squelching sound.
"And that," Dax continued, a hint of pride in his voice as he kept fucking Sweets, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as he pummeled her harder than before, tears of pleasure staining the fur on her cheeks, "is why they call me 'Bid Daddy' round these parts. Cause you know what they say...Everything is Bigger in Texas."
"And I love being a size queen," Sweets admitted, pulling her front off the bar to capture her "Big Daddy" in a hot, wet kiss, their tongues battle for dominance as Dax reached up and began to roughly fondle his girl's tits, pinching and twisting her nipples as Sweets rubbed her clit right in front of Shira, who could definitely see a bulge disappear and reappear around her stomach with each thrust. Which the "size queen" surely loved.
"Yeah," she moaned loudly, "stretch me wide, Daddy. Give me a gaping cunt."
At this point, Shira was so flustered, she needed an escape, and it seems the only safe place in the club would be the restroom. So, in a flash, Shira got up and ran for the restroom, but not before receiving another sly comment from Dax.
"See ya around Shira," he called, making Sweets giggle through her moans as she enjoyed her "tip," which culminated in Dax pulling out of her and forcing her two her knees, his hand working deftly on his rod. Sweets knew what as coming and opened her mouth wide, pressing her tits together just in time for ropes of thick, hot spunk to be shot in her mouth, as well as all over her face and bust, the latter soon being used to sandwich the still hard cock as the Texan started giving his sweetheart a well-deserved titfuck, with more cum being fired between the already slick love cushions.
Meanwhile, in the restroom, Shira had locked herself in one of the stalls, her breathing labored as she tried to recollect her thoughts. But the harder she tried, the more Garth's hard body, and his even harder rod consumed her mind. But to her surprise, Garth's face changed in her mind to her mate. Her strapping tiger, who knew how to show her a good time. And the more she thought about, the more Shira began to imagine herself blowing Diego on that stage, watched by several patrons. At this point, the itch between her legs was becoming unbearable. And upon looking between her legs, Shira could definitely see that a large wet-spot had formed on her jeggings.
"Maybe," Shira said to herself after a moment of thought, "If I got it out of my system..."
With that thought in mind, Shira moved her hands toward her pants, hooking her thumbs in the hem of both her jeggings and panties.
Slowly, hesitantly, Shira lowered her pants and violet panties down to her knees, exposing her soaked pussy to the air, said exposure making some fluid trickle form her opening and onto the toilet seat. After a few minutes of just sitting and staring at the cursed organ, Shira slid her right hand between her legs, letting out a lite gasp as she rubbed her fingers against her sensitive clit, before moving onto her quivering folds.
After a few minutes of just rubbing her nether-lips, Shira grew more bold. With a low moan, Shira inserted her index finger into her pussy, slowly thrusting the digit in and out of the gushing slit. But soon, Shira found one finger to not be enough. So, next came the middle finger, but even then that was not enough. Before long, Shira was moaning loudly, three fingers being squeezed in her pussy as her other hand was switching between messaging both tits beneath her shirt, pinching the erect nipples beneath her top.
Shira was now glad Eve talked her out of wearing a bra under her top.
"Oh Diego," Shira moaned as she frantically fish-hooked her pussy, juices forming a small puddle on the toilet seat, "fill me with your cock...stretch me wide open...fill me with your hot cum in front of all these people. Show them how to fuck a sabre."
Upon hearing herself say this, the thought of Diego impaling her, stretching her with his thick meat and flooding her with his juices in front of an audience sent Shira over the edge. Clutching her free hand over her muzzle, Shira let out a muffled scream as she spread her legs as wide as her jeggings would let her, removing her fingers from her pussy before vigorously rubbing her clit as a stream of sweet nectar sprayed from her slit, actually managing to hit the stall door.
"Yes," Shira moaned after two minutes, her mind coming back down to Earth following her orgasmic high. Looking at her drenched fingers, Shira brought them to her mouth and took an experimental lick. Finding that she liked the taste, Shira proceeded to lick her fingers clean of the clear substance. But, once she had her wits about her, Shira blushed upon seeing the mess she made. Thinking quickly, Shira grabbed as much toilet paper as she could, scrubbing the door and toilet seat before quickly drying off her pussy-lips. Once she was satisfied with her work, Shira quickly deposited the soaked paper into the trashcan before leaving the restroom to rejoin Eve.
But to Shira's surprise, and slight disappointment, Garth was nowhere to be found. Instead, his place was take, to Shira's surprise, by Sam, in nothing but an Irish tartan kilt, who was giving a hell of a performance by demonstrating his signature move, "The Irish Wheelbarrow" which consisted of him plowing his pants-less, euphoric wife as the latter balanced herself on her hands, tongue hanging out as she panted heavily, her shirt pulled up to exposing her huge d-cup knockers swaying with each thrust.
And all around, Shira could see that many of the girls in the room had either lifted their skirts or lowered their pants, openly rubbing and fingering their slits to the show. She could even see some females offering each other some relief, either by means of fingering, licking, fisting, scissoring...hell, Jenna Wells jumped on stage to stuff Terra's muzzle between her legs, her pleasured shrieks muffled as Sam shot his tongue into her mouth, the sight adding to the arousal of the other girls watching, with some reaching their peak and, with legs spread wide, squirting their juices up on the stage.
Wow, Shira thought to herself, This place really strips away all inhibitions...I wonder what a regular night here is like for the guys?
And if Shira was being honest with herself, she actually became even more turned on at the aspect of dancing for several horny guys, cocks out and hard, just wanting to fill her with their hard meat. She even started to fantasize of a group session with Diego, Sam and Dax, the thought of Garth taking her pussy and Sam stuffing her ass as Dax crammed his cock down her throat making her wet already. Luckily, before Shira could get too deep in in her perverted thoughts, Eve called to her.
"There you are," Eve called, making Shira turn in the direction the voice came from. But what Shria saw made the moisture between her legs worse. There, knelt by Lilly, her legs spread wide, was Eve, fully clothed, but with her entire fist buried in Lilly's snatch as the latter's juices leaked around the older female's wrist, obviously in the midst of a powerful orgasm, all while her tits, nipples and all, were being orally assaulted by Sweets as her throat bulged out from Dax's rough thrusting.
And on either side of the group, two more sessions were taking place.
To her left, Shira could see a golden-furred stallion, one whom she recognized as one of Garth's friends Matthew Colt, or "Spirit" as he was called at the club, impaling a curvaceous mare, his wife Rain, the busty equine actually succeeding in taking it all to the ring, a definitive tubular bulge appearing in her flat stomach as a fucked stupid look was plastered on her face. Shira was even more turned on when she saw Rain's stomach start to expand even more as thick horse cum began seeping around the cock stuffing her as Spirt held her in place until the mare looked like she was heavily pregnant. And to her left, Shira could see two hot lionesses, mother and duaghter duo Zira and Vitani Taka, their huge d-cups pressed against their stomachs as they 69ed each other, all while their sons and brothers, Kovu and Nuka, plowed their tight asses.
Before Shira could even respond, Eve, quickly pulling her hand from Lilly's slit, a low moan escaping the spent girl's stuffed throat as she did so, walked over to her charge, slipping something around her neck, something Shira instantly knew could only be a pass of some kind, before pulling her toward a set of doors off to the side of the main room.
"Come on," Eve continued to say as she lead Shira through the doors, which Shira noticed had a sign over it that said "VIP ONLY."
Wolf still seated at his spot in the corner smiled at seeing how dirty Eve was, but do to him looking at the hot Milf wolf, he almost didn't notice King Bear enter the Moonlight Howl. Everyone gave the mighty ursine some space as he walked into the VIP area. A second later Wolford came out, with his pants around his ankles and a pair of panties in his hand. The former ZPD officer sniffed them before stuffing them in his coat pocket and turning his gaze to Eve.
"I have a surprise for you...but let me grab a quick 'snack' first."
Shira, confused by this statement, watched as Eve ran back in the direction of the main stage. From what Shira could see, to her increased arousal, Terra and Jenna were helping Sam finish his act by performing a tandem hand-job, pointing his throbbing, juice and saliva covered eleven-and-a-half-inch cock at the open mouths of the eagerly waiting audience. But, just as he was about to fire his load, Eve stepped up to the stage and swatted the two girls hands away, and with what could only be described as expert skill, captured the tip of the cock in her lips as she wrapped her hand around the three-inch-wide cock and jacked him off, resulting in her cheeks puffing out as they were filled with rope after rope of hot "Irish Cream."
"Bein' a little greedy tonight, Eve?" Sam playfully inquired with a thick Irish brogue. But, rather than swallow, Eve made a surprise move by walking up to one of the female's in the audience, a red-tailed doe, grabbing her face and planting her lips on the shocked female, who quickly let out a low moan as the musky taste of cum hit her tongue, her cheeks ballooning out as Eve transferred the captured spunk from her mouth into the female's, who was just about to swallow when Eve spoke up.
"Now, Now," she playfully chided, "good girls share their meals."
Instantly catching onto what Eve was implying, the girl moved to one of her friends, a curvy porcupine who was just a foot shorter than Eve, repeating the process with her, and so on. Before long, Eve was smiling broadly at the snowballing circle she had started, all while the trio on stage decided to continue the show, this time with the Husky getting her ass broken in by the hung Celtic dancer. But, remembering Shira, Eve rejoined her wide-eyed friend as the chain continued, leading the young female back toward the doors.
And as she did, Wolf quickly paid for his drinks and headed for the VIP area, hoping to join Diane in a little naughty game of I spy.
