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Koba threw his

shoulder bag onto his back and breathed deeply through his nose, catching his

raised eyebrow frown in the mirror. He sighed at the bonobo looking back, he

rarely did shop alone these days. He wished for his anonymity and normalcy to

return, just once, he left his sunglasses behind, he wanted to see the world in

full colour. Taking another tentative breath he left his reflection for now and

opened the front door, high hooting his goodbye to his flatmate and manager,

who pant hooted back. He walked with his eyes down, almost galloping to his car

and sped away into town. He took in the grey sleepiness of the Northern city

and it soothed the famous metropolitan ape, chip wrappers blew across the

ground like tumbleweeds, gorillas with gormless features were adorned with

dangling infants, yelling grufflly accented profanities at their unruly broods.

Suck a dank, lowly city, he thought, yet so perfect for his holiday home. His

break from the flashing glitz and monotony of acting, the paps following his

every move, documenting what menial task he was up to now. But even here it

seemed, if he was no careful he could be spotted and taken a picture of. And

god forbid, he got followed by a gaggle on bonobo teenagers, asking for

autographs and presenting to him. He wore sunglasses to hide his trademark

scar, the scar he "earned" getting scratched by an angered cat during his

childhood. He looked over his shoulder and almost crept on his toes when he

entered the supermarket, his trolley like a shield making a path between the

easy to stir crowds. He almost too indubiously threw his groceries into the

trolley, looking so casual and unassuming that he looked as if he was acting,

acting really very badly. His sense of freedom was teasing him, tantalising his

mind with the memories of solitude. That same sense of freedom would open its

arms to him, presenting for a warm hug of protection, but when he entered the

arms they crossed. He could never truly be safe, not now his fame was growing.

He stocked his grocery trolley with steaks, rice and protein powders, greens

and one of every fruit. He was lucky in that he could afford to lead the clean,

green body builder lifestyle, and his usual troop house held its own gym. But

while he rested in Saffordshire, Rudyrad Lake was his gym, he took to the trees

like the less wealthy of society. He had to admit though, the weights and

cardio machines of the cosy, brightly lit gym gave him the most satisfying

results. He paid with his

bank card, all the while with his head down and not maintaining eye contact

with the young gorilla serving him, she was of the age group that would most

likely recognise him in a heartbeat. Without speaking he took his food and

receipt to load his car, he could not speak too much when in hiding. His raspy,

damaged voice would make a fan's ear prick from a mile away, many casting

directors were enamoured with his voice and fought amongst themselves to grab

him as their main villain or anti-hero. He suffered a particular case of

laryngitis as a teenager and his voice was never the same again, his voice box

was scratched to ribbons and his usual shreaking high-hoot sounded deeper and

almost humanlike. His speech was deeper too, his voice hacked and rasped out

words giving him a rough edge. His rugged, unbonobo-ness was a knee quaker for

other bonobos, particularly girls, who crushed after him with almost monogamous

intensity. Right now, his

success at a lone grocery shop, with eyes remaining uncovered and his head fur

blowing freely under no cap gave him a new sense of confidence and reality. He

smiled to himself as he unloaded the goods into his boot, with a sigh of relief

he surveyed the brown landscape and made his bravest decision yet. He left his

car behind and almost bounded, feet over hands into the town centre. He trotted

on his knuckles and soles against the grimy, cigarette littered pavement,

watching other apes pass by seemingly uncaring. Old biddies dragged wheeled

trolleys behind them, bumping into old friends on the street, grooming and reminiscing.

Their teenage grandchildren rolling their eyes and tapping their feet

impatiently. He saw an orang-utan male long calling to an orang-utan woman

across the street, his Midlands vernacular subtly accenting and shaping his

rolling booms. This was the everyday life, he thought, this was what being

normal means. This is the daily bustle he so sorely missed, it had been 2 hours

and still, no one gave him a second look or so he thought. Even if people did

look at him, he was OK as long as he didn't turn back, ignorance was bliss. It

was just as he was about to enter Next to browse through its wares, that he

became aware of faint yet speedy footsteps behind him, he carried on regardless

and purposefully ignored the approaching limbs. He felt a tap on his back, he

gulped nervously and he turned around. He huffed out his breath in

exasperation, there in a row, queueing up behind him were youngsters and young

adults all eyes wide and their chests visibly hyperventilating. He heard a

bonobo girl scream out from the crowd "Oh my god. Oh my god. WAAAAAAAA!" she

high hooted, alerting her friends who were still inside the phone shop. More

young women raced out of the store to see what was up, and then caught eyes

with the exasperated Koba, their mouths were agape like suffocating fish. One

bonobo girl with blue streaked head fur and a "Dawn of the Planet of the

Humans" t-shirt was first in the line, looking behind her at other apes in a

"you see what I see?" kind of way.  "Of course", he

thought to himself rolling his eyes, it was Planet of the Humans that brought

him this surge of fame. That job offer was Pandora's glittering, Hollywood box.

Sure he loved acting in that film, and loved the research just as much. He was

a well-respected actor before, often playing anti-heroes or rugged types, and

still had a large fan base, with many of his own species lusting after him. It

was OK though, he still had some time to himself, and would be more than

flattered to be asked to sign someone's poster or t-shirt, or even, have a

particularly attractive conspecific make moves on him. But once he donned that

grey second skin, dotted with ping pong balls, acting as the conniving human

Tobias, his fans grew more rabid. Out of naïve curiosity he would type his name

into internet search engines, only to be bombarded with god-awful fanfiction of

him as himself or even as Tobias, giving bonobo handshakes to written

embodiments of the 14 year old authors. Whole forums dedicated to his worship

where loners would share photographs of their stalker bedrooms, each inch of

wall plastered with his muscular image. His face as various characters kept

them warm at night in the form of duvets. Cardboard cut-outs of his more recent

human character litter their landings. It was overwhelming and after a day of

car crash reading, he decided it was best to never search his name again, no

matter if vain curiosity egged him on. Another bonobo, an adult female this

time, bounded across the road not even bothering to check for cars. She was

gleaming with delight, and stopped by the curb to catch her breath. He saw her

companion, an orang-utan, watching over the commotion and smiling. He caught

eyes with him and the orang-utan just laughed and shrugged, offering his

condolences and apologies to the hounded Koba. The bonobo woman rooted through

her bag for a black felt tip pen, overcome with admiration and lust she held

out the pen to her hero and begged for his autograph. He begrudgingly obliged,

as much as it pained him, he did feel an obligation and a duty to care for his

fans. They loved him and he couldn't brush them away and get away with it, he

had a career to think about.  "I'm sorry but I

have no paper. So um.. Koba? Please could you sign my chest??" He started

slightly and quizzically ogled the strange female before him, "my top, I mean!"

"Name?" he

snapped, somewhat relieved."Lopori"He took the pen

and wrote "to Lopori, lots of love, Koba! ?"  Over her crop top, he could feel her rather

protruding tits underneath the pen tip and felt suddenly awkward. He thrust the

pen back into her eager hands, to hint that he had more clients waiting for him

and she should move on. "You are the best!" she cried and ran back across

blindly, keeping her feet bipedal flapping her hands and laughing and screaming

back to the orang-utan. The orang-utan looked pleased for her. And once again

the juvenile who screamed before, once again shouted "Oh my god" as if she was

still questioning her own beliefs. The blue haired girl asked for a selfie with

him, and he could almost make out a whimper under her breath while she held the

iphone in front of them, he placed a hand on her shoulder so he could get close

enough to be in the shot. He gave his best actor's smile, his annoyed teeth

still bared slightly and his eyes did not crease. The young girl did not notice

this however, as she was already audibly whimpering with excitement and nerves,

"I can't believe it, what are you doing here??" her question was drawn out and

was carried by a heavy breath. "Travelling" he replied nonchalantly, still

faking a smile. "Wow" she then

gasped, and ran back to her clan of giggling, squealing apes, bonobos and

gorillas both. He proceeded to selfie, sign and small talk with the young

congregation, males asking for manly hug pats and telling him how awesome he

is, females just screamed. And bonobos of all sexes presented themselves low

and crooned about his rugged attractiveness. All the while Koba cursed the

powers that once again punished his moment of confidence, he just wanted to be

home, to feign normality for as long as he can. He had only 2 months before his

next interview in London and he had yet to live a moment of peace amongst the

public. He armed and legged it back to his car, his shoulder bag thwacking him

in his thighs making quite a racket. Others looked at the running bonobo in

questioning, but he was too fast for them to study his features fully, to stop

him yet again. He started the engine to his car and as the air conditioning

kicked in, he breathed deeply after his run and closed his relieved eyes for a

short while. He looked forward to watching the humans and gibbons even more,

they had no clue who he was other than a regular friendly face. The humans only

care for each other, not for him, who on earth is Koba? He saw the chesty young

bonobo and the orang-utan again, they walked to their car and spoke to

eachother with enthusiasm but he didn't hear their words. The car was directly

diagonal to his, so he lowered his head and pressed his face against his arms

over the steering wheel, faking sleep and hiding yet again. He lifted his head

when he heard the engine start, and then left the car park feeling very

defeated.   "Ugh, what a day"

Koba groaned as soon as he entered the house, he threw his grocery bags onto

the porch floor followed by his shoulder bag. "Got spotted?" sing songed his

chimpanzee manager from the kitchen, somewhat amused at his client's dramatic

entrance and lack of greeting. "It was all going so well!" whined Koba and he

lowered himself heavily onto the sofa and pulled his t-shirt off to cool off

from the summer sun. His manager, Rocket, ran towards the porch to pick up his

things, his client waved his hands and shook his head, "don't bother, I'll do

it myself later." Rocket nodded his head and reversed his self onto the ladders

and climbed to the middle wall chair. "What happened

exactly?" Rocket asked concerned, cocking his enquiring head to the side. Koba

sighed and tapped his foot irritated as he recollected, "I was just doing my

shopping. Managed to stroll down the high street for about 5 minutes""Uh huh, yeah?""Then all these

people followed me in a line, and some crazy bonobo woman asked me to sign her

chest."Rocket sniggered."Then this girl

kept screaming oh my gooood randomly and she was annoying as fuck. I legged it

to the car after that."He left it there,

he couldn't be bothered to go into any more detail since he was too emotionally

drained to anger himself yet again. He switched on the TV and kept it on the

kids' channels, and unwound to the colourful cheeriness of Spongebob

Squarepants and slowly fell asleep to the friendly nostalgia. Rocket, despite

his instructions otherwise, quietly put away his senior's groceries. He watched

Koba and smiled pitifully at him, yet his eyebrows furrowed, he was glad to not

be as well-known as him. He wouldn't cope half as well as Koba has this past 3

years. "What on earth is

Koba Woods doing in Longton of all places?" Exclaimed Lopori later that

afternoon once her total elation had subsided slightly. "This is hardly the

best area to live in."Batu just

shrugged, "he might just be passing through." It seemed the logical explanation

to him. "Doing grocery shopping??" she called, waving her arms around above her

head to emphasise the preposterousness. Batu sighed through pouted lip in

thought, trying to solve the mystery so Lopori would stop talking for once, "he

could have family here?" Lopori nodded, "that makes sense." As much as it

made sense, the memory of bumping into such a prolific name in her small home

town was too much to wrap her head around. She shook and grinned open mouthed

when she played back the memory, his strong black hand holding her pen, writing

his name against the cloth on her chest. She spend the day hugging her crop top

tight under her arm like a security blanket. Reminding Batu every 5 minutes

that he had written on it, just to make sure he doesn't forget. Batu was

growing impatient and would snap and yawp that he really did not care, before

ruffling the hair on her sneeped little head when he regretted it."Koba Woods was

in town, Batu, GODDAMN TOBIAS FROM PLANET OF THE HUMANS. RIGHT OUTSIDE

SUPERDRUG." She cried out suddenly moments after discussing his possible

relatives living nearby. "Christ on a bike, Pori, I know. I saw him remember??"

he moaned, holding out his pleading arms towards her. "I know!" she squeaked,

almost birdlike in pitch. She dived on Batu's lap and wrapped his cape of

orange fur around herself, and snuggled down. "He's fit as fuck isn't he?" She

cooed, Batu slapped his palm against his forehead, "I honestly can't say, Pori,

you know, considering I'm an orang-utan." Lopori just giggled and wriggled

around like an excited toddler, tangling up the orang-utan's shoulder hair.

Batu held his thick grey hands around her neck and shook her in mock

strangulation, "calm down woman!" he growled through greeted teeth, then jabbed

her with his fingers in jest. She meeped and jumped from ticklishness, "sorry

Batu can't help it!" she gasped through giggles. She spun around so she was

facing him and grabbed her best friend's cheeks, maintaining serious eye

contact.  "Guess what!""Whaaaaaat""I got Koba's

autograph!" It was then that

Batu laughed in frustration and threw the annoying bonobo onto the floor roughly,

Lopori play faced at him, her cheeky lower fangs poking above her lip. She

dived onto his knee again and held his fun face flaps "I'll shut up now,

promise." She got off his lap and proceeded to plat his arm cape as she often

did to relax, and although she made a vow to not rave about Koba again, she

couldn't help but beam and giggle once in a while. Her mood was high and

playful, often glancing at Batu with a smirk on her face, he would then roll

his eyes and carry on what he was doing. She had plans to go to watch the

Twycross humans the next day, and that was already a source of excitement, she

couldn't wait to tell little Tamsin about her encounter with the famous.  She had to admit,

she was a shameless Koba fangirl. Hadn't known much about him prior to Rise of

the Humans, but his role as Tobias made her want to do more research. It took

months however to courageously kill the magic of the motion capture, not

wanting to see the true face of the humans on screen. She found Tobias's actor

to have quite an eager following already, and it wasn't hard to see why, as

well as playing some of the best roles in cinema (mainly British gangsta films)

he also had the looks to bowl over any hot blooded bonobo. Rugged, muscular,

large and had naturally straight, slicked back head fur that showed his strong

facial features. He had strange coloured eyes, light green like a human and one

had a healed over injury. He did not reveal to anyone how he got that scar,

most fans mused that it could be something really cool or from a fight, and

that he'd rather not go there. Little did anyone of them know, including

Lopori, that it was the silliest accident you could think of. His pet cat did

it! Lopori, like many fangirls and boys before her, bought posters and DVDs and

merchandise and wrote cheesy fanfiction (none of which Lopori dared to share).

She never just liked anything, she had to become madly obsessed with it, a

feature she shared with her autistic brother. She slept unsoundly and

agitatedly that night, excited to be at the zoo soon and reeling happily at

that day's events. Through the night she turned on her lamp upon moments of

waking to stare once again at her crop top autograph. Her mind was on its

highest volume, and her body did not grant her wish to sleep until the early

hours were creeping more and more into the morning.   Koba waited for

Rocket to get into the car so he could get out of here, at least for today. He

tapped the dashboard impatiently and glanced at the radio clock. He hadn't an

appointment to keep, only a keenness to leave before the mid-morning rush, he

hated the traffic during the school run. Finally he grew too impatient and went

back to his front door and shouted in to the living room,"Rocket?""Yeeeesss?""I'm going to go

on my own if that's cool.""Oh, uh, you

going to be OK?"Koba paused for a

second, bit his lip and nervously pondered the question before coming to an

unsure decision, "yes, I'll be fine. Seeya this evening then!" They both high

hooted and pant hooted to eachother before Koba yet again took off into the

volatile normal world. Rocket was secretly relieved that he wasn't required to

shadow his client on this trip, he craved some me-time of his own. He sloped

back off to bed for that rare, precious lie in. Lopori had set up

camp as soon as she entered the human house, set up her tripod and camera,

lined up toys on the window sill for any curious human infants that might pass

by. She sat crouched and comfortable, her small legs splayed either side of her

torso and her arms wrapped under them and joined at the fingers. The humans

were picking at scraps of food left over from Elevenses that morning, the

elderly female was combing her fingers through her son's bushy hair'd scalp.

Children wrestled around them, and the Matriarch of the family was wadging

fibrous fruit and looking at the lump of fibre on the edge of her tongue.

Lopori smiled amused at this, the female human seemed so very entertained by

the pile of pith. Her adolescent son, Kieran, sat very close, hovering his

curious face within a hair's distance of hers. Seemingly begging some of the

surely tasteless wadge of fruit in his mother's mouth. She then scanned the

interior of the enclosure until she saw the hay-hugging child, she was at her

usual spot in the infant's play den where she was kept as a baby. Tamsin was

her favoured Juvenile of the human family, and the juvenile got to know Lopori

too and as the day drew to a close, Lopori would sit patiently until Tamsin

would totter over to the window. She always held a bale of hay in her arms as a

comfort blanket, a low ranking and anxious little girl, she didn't play with

other kids much and instead preferred to sit close to the elderly Margaret.

Margaret did not show much enthusiasm for the presence of the juvenile, but

tolerated her in a way that felt safe and consistent to Tamsin. And she even

got a head groom from the aged human on the odd occasion, Margaret was a

compulsive nit-picker. The focused comfort that Lopori now found herself in

felt like she was at home, sitting idly on her bed playing online, so at home

in fact that she absentmindedly started to groom herself and let the straps of

her jumpsuit dangle down her shoulders slightly. She pretended she was being

groomed by Margaret.  During the

filming of Koba's recent blockbusters, he had to spend a lot of time studying

and observing the behaviour of humans. How they eat, how they walk, how they

play, how they vocalise. He got to know these humans bit by bit, day by day,

grew to love them even. Even his good friend and fellow actor Maurice, an

orang-utan tasked with playing a human female, had become fond of his character

inspiration. He no longer had any need to study the creatures, not now poor

Tobias had been killed off by the head human. But he was not here to study

them, he just wanted to relax and wind down. This was the place where he could,

mostly, forget his fame and feel anonymous. He stood a little aback, just

against the wall of the giant tortoise enclosure, aware of a young bonobo woman

also watching the humans. She was ungracefully sat in a bundle, her left leg

cocked high with her wriggling foot against her shoulder, picking at the fur on

her thigh. She dressed in a simple, sporty, sleeveless jumpsuit with its straps

hanging less than modestly off her shoulders. He stifled a giggle at her

intense self-grooming concentration and kept his eyes forward, his gaze fixed

on the humans.   Lopori could feel

the presence of another ape behind her, so quickly lowered her leg and stopped

grooming with such vigour. She did not turn around though, afraid to find a

laughing stranger. She rested her head on her arms now, her knees drawn close

to her belly. She sighed slightly when the ever-cute, female baby whose name

was yet unknown, writhed around in her father's curious arms, her large brown

eyes dotted about their sockets, still watching the world anew. The dad

accidentally dropped the bouncing infant and the infant cried, her mother came

to the rescue and bared her angered teeth at the man. He was now crouched in

apology, and she gently stroked his face to forgive him. The baby broke free

from her mother's protective grasp and crawled to her father, forgetting the

incident. Lopori laughed and felt compelled to speak to whoever stood behind,

"it's so ape like, I can imagine the mum being a bonobo, telling off one of the

men. And the way the baby looks so curious, it's amazing, their facial

expressions match our own babies". The ape behind "hummed" in agreement, but

said no more for a little while. She heard his foot and knuckle steps edging

slightly close behind, to get a closer look at the mirrored behaviour through

the glass. "I do agree, they are quite interesting." The stranger chirped,

endeared by the girl's passion. At first, he sounded like a chimpanzee, but she

could see that in the mirror he was another bonobo. "Do you visit often?" She

chatted, making small talk with the man, "sometimes." "Cool" she spat, not

having any other words to add. "Do you?" That

triggered a wave of excitement through Lopori's head."All the time! I

love humans!" She enthused, her voice a song. She saw the bonobo's reflection

in the window smile slightly, she thought she recognised him from somewhere,

but not sure where. It was hard to tell as he was wearing a baseball cap and

sunglasses. "Thought so.""hehe I do nerd

out a bit." She admitted bashfully.The male sat down

beside the female, but keeping a respectable distance, and at the same time the

Matriarch of the humans sat on the lap of her mate. He kissed her neck and

shoulders. Lopori glanced to the side to get a clearer look at the bonobo, his

physique was impressively muscular and well kept, his side burns were thick and

from what she could see of his face, he was attractive. She noticed a large

patch of fur missing from his forearms, and saw a slight bald patch above the

collar of his t-shirt, his familiarity was growing. Her mind was fixing the

puzzle, all the pieces fitted together slowly and she didn't notice her own

staring. He glanced at her with a mix of puzzlement and anxiety, then it

clicked, and she could have sworn her heart stopped. Her eyes darted back at

the glass, twice in two days? It can't be. Her heartbeat restarted, this time

at double the speed, she sweated and he could sense her bubbling excitement.

"Are, are you..?" She sputtered, now looking at his dusty hand foot, grasping

and ungrasping agitatedly. "Yes I'm Koba

Woods." He sighed, somewhat sadly, "yes you can have a selfie." He snapped, his

usual actor's composure dissolved by the false sense of security he found

himself falling for before. His voice rasped more deeply than usual, his

disappointment growled through his humanlike voice. "No no, that's not what I

want." Lopori stressed. "Oh?" "You signed my

t-shirt yesterday, thankyou by the way!" Koba looked the

fan up and down, he recognised her now, it was chest girl. "Sorry to snap. And

yeah, that's ok, you're welcome." He regained his cool and smiled politely to

her. She stared at him still, "I really admire your work." She breathily cooed,

flattering him. He shrugged and tutted, "I know." Atleast he thought he was

using his front. The novelty of talking to this famous ape urged Lopori to go

on conversing, "I bet you get sick of hearing it, huh?" She felt somewhat

guilty now, he was wearing sunglasses for a reason. Koba's shoulders suddenly

slouched, it was the only answer that Lopori needed. Still shaking, and still

in awe she said nothing else and gave a half smile of apology before carrying

on quietly watching the humans for a little while longer. Koba did not leave,

but he resumed his knuckle stood stance, less relaxed than before, and didn't

look directly at his fan.  The human pair

had mated since the apes' conversation, and Koba sniggered slightly. Lopori did

not, she was too afraid to share her amusement with him. She started to pick at

her arm fur in shy self-grooming. Koba looked at her for a second, he wished

she did not recognise him, not because he was annoyed at her show of

sycophancy. But their casually friendly small talk became awkward silence, the

woman felt submissive in his presence but he was ape too. He could gel with

everyday apes too, besides, many fellow celebrities were obnoxious divas

anyway. With the exception of Maurice, of course. "Really going at

it weren't they?" The nervous fan giggled. "You could say that" replied Koba

flatly, still wondering if the girl was pandering or genuinely making small

talk. "I've seen orang-utans take less time!" She then joked, remembering Batu

and his recent rendezvous with his consort. A small smirk lifted from the

corner of Koba's mouth, flashing a tooth. Her heart fluttered again, she made

her hero smile. "May I ask, why you are in the Midlands, and not somewhere

flashy like London or America?" The question has bugged her since he signed her

shirt yesterday, she watched his shaded face, annoyed somewhat what she

couldn't give any direct eye contact. He took a deep

breath, realising the naivety of what he was about to say, "to get away from

so-called flashy places. I hoped that if I spent my time off somewhere smaller

and quieter, I wouldn't get hounded so much."       Unbeknownst

to Lopori, his eyes shifted downwards with frustration and he huffed through

his tightly held lips, "it made no difference." He said little but he carried

the disappointment, frustration and exasperation with clarity, Lopori nodded

sympathetically and then bit her lip. "I'm sorry for being creepy yesterday, I

was overcome." She grimaced apologetically with these words, her body language

almost pleading. "It's OK, atleast you're aware." He reassured her, though he

still did not feel he could 100% trust her, not yet. People have been too nice

before, and then spread his secrets like they were a hot commodity, and he

silently cursed himself for being to open now towards the girl who cried out

for him to sign her tit. Lopori cringed and winced through her teeth, also

remembering asking him to sign her chest, what a creep, what a gross fangirl I

am. "What is it?" He

turned to her, seeing her physical discomfort. "I'm a creep. I'm

so embarrassed.""Eh, I've seen

worse.""No, that doesn't

excuse it. I'd hate for you to think I was a stalker or something, I'm not, I

swear. You're basically my hero, I don't want you to get the wrong idea." Her

speech was urgent, panic stricken, he really was her hero, and she really did

care what he thought. He had to admit he was flattered, as common as this

moment was, this time he did feel special and important. He meant something to

people. "I get it

already!" He cried, then giving her a friendly "ok" sign.Her heart stopped

again, his hand was so close, and she gulped and tensed. But tried to hide it,

she had a feeling he disliked reverence. Koba questioned

the possibility of removing his cap and sunglasses, he argued with himself, the

accessories made him invisible and invincible. Was he really able to expose

himself for this girl? He waited it out, sitting silently again, using the

human watching as an excuse to give his mind time to bicker. Tamsin was by the glass

now, hay bale still in her arms, she rocked nervously looking behind her,

watching the rest of the humans amble bipedal out of the recently opened doors.

They were racing to get to the outdoor enclosure, it had been decorated with

enrichment toys and puzzle feeders as per the afternoon routine. Her swaying

calmed once the last of the humans had left, she met eyes with the beaming

Lopori. Lopori's mouth was wide open in a smile, then she closed her teeth in a

human smile, and nodded her head animatedly at the kid. The kid nodded back and

stuck her tongue out to gage a reaction from her bonobo playmate. "Oh I say

Tamsin, that's very cheeky!" She gasped in mock outrage, covering her mouth and

shaking her head. The child opened her mouth then closed the teeth, human smile

plastered on her little face. She stood up and eyed the bonobo, beckoning with

her light brown orbs for a game of chase, Lopori more than happily joined her

and they ran against the glass. The human watched intently, intelligently, to

gauge who would chase next. Lopori cooed and babbled sweet, motherly nothings

to the kid, not an ounce of showing off in their interaction. This bonobo

really was fond of these animals and Koba enjoyed watching it. "You really like

them, don't you?" Koba emphasised happily, Lopori, who still had eyes on her

human friend, started to rave. "Utterly enamoured, Koba. I discovered their

awesomeness in college, learned about Sue, the human who learned English Sign

Language. But now I see how damaging such studies can b." She took a breather,

and knocked repeatedly and gently on the glass causing Tamsin to kick it back

with her long curved foot. "And I must say, planet of the humans has only made

my passion stronger." She stopped for a second, wincing slightly, forgetting

that the subject of Koba's career was off limits. She quickly interjected her

own inner thoughts with more rambling, "I find.." she

ran across the glass followed by Tamsin, "the minds and social lives of humans

and gibbons the most fascinating.." she runs back the other way "thing about

them." She stopped her chasing abruptly, and looking his way, her face aglow

with passion. She saw his face and hair properly now, he had removed his mask.

The cap gave way for his combed back head fur, laying even flatter than usual

on his skull, his green eyes were visible too. His scar a mark of

sophistication, though she could not ask him why it's there. They were still

strangers, even if they were chatting right now. She took a sharp breath in,

taken aback by his smouldering, dark face. Damn, she could just eat him up. She

blinked rapidly to make her eye contact less invasive, he was smirking amusedly

at her. He was so very charmed and intrigued by the little game of chase

between her and Tamsin, she was a crazy little fangirl for both he and humans.  "You really have

a rapport with that baby." He remarked, pointing at Tamsin who had already

retreated to her play pen since her grandfather had re-entered. "I wouldn't say

baby" she corrected automatically, "She's almost adolescent." Then her lips

shut tight, so tight they pressed against her teeth, how insolent of me, she

thought. Koba did not react with anger of course, but with laughter,

"adolescent then, m'aam." He bowed, then lifted his head up, his eyes were jovial

and creased. Lopori still felt embarrassed and bowed a little herself, though

sincerely, and her shoulders hunched and her palms were open and vulnerable.

"Damnit, I'm not the king. Don't treat me with such difference!" He reminded

her harshly yet with a friendly undertone, feeling the twang of guilt in his

gut, the garish crown of fame was still dangling over his ears. This did little

to help Lopori's situation, and she retreated further into her own subordinate

crouch. He tutted and sat down close to her and held her shoulder with one

hand, and lifted her chin with the other, "I mean it, we are all apes at the

end of the day." He was fond of this particular fangirl, he had no idea why,

but she was so agreeable. Maybe a small part of his subconscious revelled in

her difference? Did he enjoy her company, or purely the buzz of superiority? Lopori gave an

appeasing grin with teeth together, he appreciated the gesture of openness. And

smiled in that way back too, and this made the female's head spin with shock at

the friendly showing of his teeth. He wanted to be on the same wavelength, and

this only added to her awe, Koba's presence was taking her to high and heady

places. The feel of his rough skinned touch tingled from her chin and shoulders

all the way down to her toe tips, not surpassing her groin. He was one hot

motherfucker. "Can I groom

you?" She blurted suddenly, then widened her eyes in surprise at her own bold

move. She was so bold when someone turned her on. Koba nodded and motioned his

back to her, "this area needs a good going over" he suggested looking over his

shoulders and making "please" eyes. Lopori did as she was told, and shakily

reached her hands towards his rough, black fur. Her palms sweated

embarrassingly and her fingers trembled at the feel of his skin, never in a

million years did she predict grooming a star such as Koba. She was essentially

grooming Tobias himself, she smirked to herself, thinking of her own ape hands,

calming Tobias of his own hatred. Then he would have never have been pushed off

that ledge. Koba kept his t-shirt lifted up to his neck to give Lopori ample

space to groom. She often wondered if apes even needed clothes for most of the

year, they always partly or fully remove them. She imparted small sections of his

fur, and picked any spec she could find, of which there were few and he smelled

of soap and deodorant. She discretely sniffed in his scent, soap interlaced

with the dark, heady stank of the male bonobo. The smelled travelled down her

nasal passage ways and fell directly between her legs. Now aching to touch and

explore more of his muscular, famous body. She picked and imparted at the fur,

wiping any spec onto the bark chipping floor, working her way down to the side

of his hips near the thigh, picking ever so slower now. Purposely lingering,

but stopped herself when she feared she was coming on to hard. Yes, bonobos do

worry about such things.  She motioned her

leg to Koba, scratching hard as was the gesture for grooming. "Sure thing" he

purred, so chilled from his back massage. He groomed her leg, feeling the

thick, even fur she was coated with. He liked the healthiness of her hair, it

was lush and glossy, he picked at it with his lips and fingers. He could feel

Lopori tense and twitch as he picked, and stopped for a split second, scared

that she was feeling nervous in is kingly presence again. He looked eyebrows

furrowed at Lopori's face, which did not emanate subordinance, but sheer bliss.

And when she peered at him, he saw a spark in her eyes, a slightly parted play

face crossed her lips. He recognised that expression, but did not bring up the

issue yet, preferring to test the waters with more compromised grooming

direction. He felt his fingers through her thigh fur, while sparser is was

still plentiful and glossy, he kind of envied her. He moved his fingers to her

stomach, cleaning and sometimes just randomly combing the sparser coat. He did

need to manoeuvre around her one piece outfit a bit to reach the parts that

Lopori wanted groomed. She now picked through his head and arms at the same

time, hardly believing her luck. She looked at the top of Koba's head, and felt

its closeness to hers, his ragged left ear brushing gently against her arm when

his face moved to get a better angle on her abs. She wanted to bonobo handshake

with him so bad, she was throbbing for him, it almost hurt. She sucked the air

through her teeth nervously, hoping that he would be the one to initiate. He

was dominant after-all, and dominant bonobos tend to call the shots with fucking.

He may have tried to create an even keel between them, to remind himself that

he was still normal, still just an ape.Yet inside he

knew that he was still her career superior, he had the upper hand. Did he enjoy

this fact? Not really, but a part of him carried on urging him on to act like

the dominant bonobo he was, and ask her for her to pleasure him. He had the

passionate fangirl wrapped around his little finger, and his inner narcissist

reared its ugly head, feeling utterly powerful. He managed to ignore it so far,

fame had fucked him over and he was not the same down to earth northerner he

was born as. He fought his narcissism and proceeded to interact with Lopori as

a total equal. "Wanna go to my

car and get some food?" He asked the now wild Lopori, her pupils dilated like

disks. "Sure" she breathed, very terribly hiding her bonobo lust for him. They

galloped through the zoo, passed the gibbons, Koba waved to a gorilla who

manned the till whom he knew well. The gorilla waved back and winked at him.

Koba took out his highly priced, state of the art cool box out of the boot of

his car and laid its contents out onto the lawn where they parked. Fruit, cold

roast chicken and salad, quite a healthy spread. Good thing it wasn't Koba's

cheat day, or else he'd be too groggy to bother with handshakes. The bounty

before them brought about primal, deep routed needs to work out the order of

the feast. Who go what, and when, the same social instinct that despite the

intelligent, urban world of the higher primates, was always present in this

species' nature. They two bonobos glanced at each other briefly before Lopori

took off her jump suit and pants to reveal her hirsute, skinny body underneath.

It looked delicate yet strong, Koba liked that. He removed his green chinos and

plain t-shirt, his taught pecs and abs rippling slightly as he tensed and

relaxed them. He lay down on his back, casually, somewhat dominantly, giving

the wrist twist gesture to the eager and aching Lopori. She virtually dived for

him, his pink tapered cock now standing upright, twitching. She wrapped her

tongue around the throbbing tip, and licked around it with dexterity, he

squeaked happily but still kept his overall cool. She did not like his casual

attitude so sucked him off harder now, fitting the wagging, boned dick all the

way in her mouth. Pulling at it with the force of her sucking. Koba found it

harder to maintain casualness and squeaked more now, interspersed with moans in

his gruff voice. Sending shivers down Lopori's ears and spine. He writhed and

twitched his hips, gripping at the grass with his tough, grey fists. Lopori

wiped the drool and precum from her mouth and sit atop his aching cock and

lowered herself until he entered her. Her legs were apart and she held herself

upright on the palms of her hands. She slid up and down his pink pole and

varied the speed a bit, feeling the long, hardness brushing against the walls

of her vagina. It twitched and wavered inside her and she felt every movement,

she had no idea how humans mated with no bone in their dick. Koba took a peach

from the picnic spread and whilst moaning and squealing, took juicy, messy

bites from his fruit. Savouring the sweetness of the peach while feeling the

horny, rather sexy, fangirl use him as her toy was a match made in heaven. She

let out a loud, orgasmic, even boastful squeal before she left him, letting the

cum flow from his trembling penis and onto his sweaty, hirsute abs before his

dick retreated back to its small, flaccid state.  She felt her legs

twitch and her muscles weaken, she let out a playful giggle and took a leg of

chicken and proceeded to eat it, the food was shared evenly, and they spoke and

gesticulated about their everyday lives. Koba purposely still avoided the

subject of his acting career and fame, he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of

an even interaction. Even if he felt the satisfaction of being pleasured by

Lopori. Speaking of which, their meeting was only so amiable with a good

fucking now and then, it wasn't long before Koba's dick made another

appearance. Raising and virtually beckoning for his female friend, she turned

her back to him this time and lay down and on her elbows, a breadstick still

not yet finished in her hand. Hay atop of her, elevating himself on his hand

and thrusting into her pink, inviting twat. Overcome with a mixture of

sensuality and power, he licked and kissed her shoulder and ear, using his

tongue as an instrument of sensual torture on her erogenous skin. He nibbled

gently on her cute, round ear, hearing her peeps and moans next to his face,

still taking bites of breadstick. He pulled out sooner this time, letting his

cock cool down before he went for another round, he fondled it as she changed

positions, flicking her own clit in-between. He sat on his hands with his legs

parted, she jumped onto his lap and wrapped her legs around him, one strong arm

pressed against the floor, one around his neck. He gasped with sensitivity as

he entered him with the speed and force she did, she finished him off with a

good speedy bang, and he came inside her. The coldness felt good inside her,

she squealed yet again as he removed himself. Not only did he feel good against

her, but it was who he was that was making her wild with lust, he was Koba for

crying out loud. They tongue kissed inbetween short spurts of conversation and

bites of fruit and salad, transferring the sweet taste of peach and strawberry

into the other's mouth, the intimate swapping of details, and the budding of

new friendship. Yes, she wanted Koba to consider her her friend, they got on

well, they had much in common, and their sexual chemistry was bubbling and

fizzing, almost explosive.  In their happy

state Koba felt not a hint of cynicism, no guilt at fooling his fan that he's

at all a nice person. It wouldn't be until later that evening that the feelings

of doubt and insecurity would creep back into his brain, until then, he was

just having fun. He drove her home, which was a godsend for the travel phobic

Lopori, she really did hate the slowness of train travel. She listened to the

metal mixtape that Koba played on his ipod, bobbing her head to the genre she

could have sworn she usually hated. But sod it, she danced anyway, danced at

the joy of hopefully building a rapport with her favourite actor. With Tobias.