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That was a long day.

A lot of days were long, but that one felt as if it had been particularly long for Yahya.

After busting a crime cartel that was selling a concoction that was a combination of herbivore blood and grounded bone to carnivores under the guise of a regular energetic drink, Yahya felt like he certainly needed a break from everything.

However, he could not take a break yet.

There was one place where he still needed to go.

And that was the local psychiatric institution.

The one where he put Melon.

The doctors already knew Yahya, and they knew that he had come, once more, to check on him.

“He is not really making any progress since you put him here, sir.” Said the doctor to whom he talked. “Honestly, some of us have problem to say if the origin of his problems is actually psychiatric or biologic. There are some among us who defend that the fact that he has to live with combined instincts of both carnivore and herbivore makes his mind unstable. Personally, I believe it is a result of the abuse he suffered from his mother when he was a child, and I think he took an important step by being able to admit it on one of our last sessions, but he certainly still has a long way to go until he is fully rehabilitated to live in society.”

“If ever...” Yahya said as the doctor finished speaking. Maybe it was because the doctor in question was an impala, but Yahya felt like he could trust his word. He certainly felt like he trusted him more than that psychiatrist of the Black Market who, like almost everyone else from that place, didn’t looked him in the eye.

“Let me see him.”

Soon, Yahya was standing before a cage. The floor was cushioned, as well as the bars of said cage, all of that to keep the animal inside from causing harm to himself by slamming himself against them. Outside of the cage, a yellow line on the floor delimited the safe distance for people to remain from the bars in cage he lunged and tried to grab them, and the staff of the place made sure to remain behind the line unless they had to go closer to make the regular checkups and to make sure that he had to take his medicine, always accompanied by at least four security guards.

None of them were taking any chances with Melon after what he did to those three poor nurses on the first week he stayed on their care.

Yahya himself made sure to remain behind the line, as he too didn’t want to take any chances with this guy since their last encounter on the night Yahya finally brought the guy in, nearly one year ago.

He stood there, while the criminal inside of the cage sat on the ground, his ear twitching since the moment the horse walked into the room. After a minute, he finally spoke:

“Hello, Yahya. My, is it Thursday already?”

Yahya, surprisingly, said:

“Good evening, Melon. How are you feeling?”

That was quite polite and kind of the horse. So much that a carnivore who heard the Black Devil say something like that, showing genuine concern towards someone who was not a purebred herbivore, nearly totally out of character. Especially towards someone with carnivore qualities, like Melon.

“Oh, doing just fine.” Melon said, sounding honest. “Just looking through my mail. This week’s letters are pretty nice. Just two or three ‘go to Hell’ letters. Most of them are well-wishes, and the occasional marriage proposal. The usual.”

The hybrid was smiling as he turned his head to look at the horse, flashing his fangs in a toothy grin to the horse as he looked at him over his shoulder and showed the letters he was talking about.

It always puzzled Yahya how some people could send love letters to someone who they knew did the things that this psychopath did. I mean, how could they think that he would not do the same things to them as well, if given the chance? Those people, in Yahya’s opinion, could be nearly as crazy as Melon himself.

“Say, horsey...” Melon said, “How’s the neck? Still hurts?”

Yahya unconsciously passed a hand over his neck, near the junction to his shoulder, on the very place where Melon, one year ago, bit him with his fangs so hard and so close to his kill points that the doctors said it was a miracle he didn’t die. It did, however, left a nasty scar, an eternal reminder of the one time that Yahya allowed his guard to drop enough for a criminal to get so close to him.

“You look beat.” Melon said, looking the expression the horse had on his face. “Was it a rough day?”

“I caught the Bloodbone Drug Gang.” Yahya said, without even thinking about it. It was not as if it was a secret, anyway, since they all were already caught. It would not make it to the newspapers, but the news would certainly go around.

“Oh, really?” Melon said, getting up from the ground after putting his letters down, and turning to look at Yahya. He was only wearing a pair of sweatpants that the hospital had given him. This meant that his body, which was once skinny and frail-looking like that of a gazelle, but now was muscular like that of a leopard, complete with spots all over it, including on half of the hybrid’s face, was bared for the horse to see.

“Did you kill them?” Melon asked. “Are they all fertilizer now?”

He gave a few steps forward, coming closer to Yahya.

“Or, did you decided to be merciful and just send them to jail?”

They both looked at each other. Yahya didn’t really say anything, but the look on his face told Melon all he needed to know.

“You let them live...” The hybrid concluded. Then he chuckled. “You have been doing that a lot lately. Going soft with the old age? At this rate your carrots will starve...”

“So, I see that you are still as deranged as on the day I put you here.” Yahya concluded. “Well, that was all I needed to know. Goodbye.”

With this, the horse turned around to leave, but he stopped and said:

“And remember: if you try to escape, I will still be outside, waiting for you.”

Melon smirked a bit wider.

“Tell Lizzie I said hi.” The hybrid said, “And tell that I still think about our kiss...”

As the hybrid said those final words, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his lips. All that area was still badly scarred with what looked like nasty chemical burns and gangrene.

A consequence of the little stunt that he pulled on, what some thought, was a last desperate attempt to avoid jail.

Yahya didn’t even dignify to answer to that. He just walked out of that room, leaving Melon to go back to the routine of his sad, twisted little world. Honestly, Yahya sometimes wondered why he even bothered coming in here to check on his psycho who was lucky he was even still alive.

From there, Yahya went all the way back to his building. The rats were already there, waiting for him and ready to treat his wounds.

They were all over him as they usually were in most times, but Yahya found it easy to ignore them. He just let them speak of what a great guy he was and how he once more proved why he was the Sublime Beastar and all of that.

He had learned to endure it on the days they had been his personal secretaries/nurses/spies/fan club.

However, he did not ignore when a cop came to him, speaking of a new predation incident that has happened. This one, however, had some... peculiar circumstances.

“A consensual predation case?” Yahya asked. “Let me guess, a pair of lovers wanting to ‘forge an eternal bond’?”

However, the officer shook his head at Yahya’s question, and he told him a story that, in all honesty, Yahya found even more unbelievable. However, he also found it easy to believe it was true.

“I see...” Yahya said, “So this is what stemmed from the devouring of Cherryton on the previous spring. That’s quite something.”

“I talked to Principal Gon already.” The officer said to him. “He said that he intends to keep the incident a secret from the rest of the other students so this carnivore can live a normal rest of his school life, and the deer whose leg he ate also was adamant about not pressing charges, despite his own father’s insistence. However, since he himself confessed to have eaten the herbivore’s leg, we still added it to his permanent record. That wolf will certainly have a hard time from now on.”

Yahya paused.

“A wolf, you say?” The horse asked, suddenly having a foreboding about it. One that he hoped to be wrong.

“What’s his name?”

The officer answered right away:

“It is Legoshi, sir.”

Yahya looked at the officer for a second, before turning his gaze to the rats, all of which cowered when they saw the look Yahya was giving them.

“You may leave. Erase the wolf from the incident completely. Say that the deer was the one who fought the bear by himself and ended up losing his leg in the process.” Yahya said to the officer, and he nodded, before going and dealing with some other devices somewhere else.

“Legoshi the Gray Wolf, the animal I told you to keep tabs on...” Yahya said to them. “Was investigating the murder of the alpaca by himself, he found out the culprit, confronted him, nearly died fighting him, and only managed to achieve victory by eating another student’s leg... and none of you thought about telling me?”

The rats shrunk a little as the horse glared at them like that.

“Y-you were focused on the Bloodbone Gang.” One of the rats said meekly. “We didn’t want to bother you with minor things, sir...”

“Minor...” Yahya said, looking at them. “Anything else about this ‘minor’ thing that you have neglected to tell me?”

“A-actually...” One of the rats said, “The wolf happens to be seeing a female bunny... apparently he has feelings for her. We followed them and heard him confess to her that he is planning to drop out of school because of his criminal record... apparently...”

Yahya continue to glare at them for a while, making them shrink even more before falling on their hands and knees and apologizing profusely.

Yahya could only sigh, and then he was getting up.

“I am taking a walk.” Yahya said, and he was walking in direction to the one door that led to the privative elevator that he wanted to use when he was on the mood for avoiding people.

“You...” One of the rats said, looking at Yahya as he pressed the button and waited. “Are you going to see him again, sir?”

Yahya didn’t answer. He just walked into the elevator as soon as the doors opened, and still said nothing as the doors closed and took him down. This left the rats all alone in there.

“He is going to see him.” The rat who asked the question said simply.

“But, didn’t he already go to see him earlier this week?”

“Maybe he just wants to pass the message?”

“You know, Yahya-sama looks like he has been wanting to see him more often.”

“He even put a picture of him near his bed.”

“You guys think that... they will... you know? Become official?”

“I mean, it has been nearly a year since they began...”

The rats continued to chatter about this subject of Yahya and “him”. It was a very popular among them ever since they figured out it was happening.

Yahya didn’t care about what the rats were chattering among each other. He had something much more important on his mind right now.

He was trying to figure out how to break the news he just heard. How to tell someone that their last living relative had not only become a criminal, but would also be throwing away their chance of a good education and a better life? All because they decided that trying and catch a criminal all by themselves was better than going to the police and letting a professional deal with it.

I mean, Yahya could see where the wolf was coming from, wanting to take justice on his own hands, but still, he was not a cop! He was not even an adult! He should have called the police.

That wolf was honestly as air-headed as his grandmother...

But still, the boy has some guts to go against a bear by himself, I’ll give him that much. Yahya could not help but think. He certainly is Gosha’s flesh and blood.

With a sigh, Yahya decided to continue to where he was going, as he needed to arrive there. All the while, he was thinking of the best way to break the news to the lizard.

Gosha was unaware of the news that Yahya received. So, it was not surprise that, to him, this day had just been like most others.

However, something else happened recently.

Just a few months ago, Gosha had the most pleasant surprise as Legoshi, for the first time in years, called him and spoke to him directly. Normally he could only hear from Legoshi if Jack acted as the middle man between the two of them. The wolf just did not have any direct contact with him anymore since that one day when he dropped him off at the entrance of Cherryton.

That all changed that one afternoon when he received a call from Legoshi. For the first time in five years, he heard his grandson’s voice through the phone. His voice was much deeper now, as Gosha had been noticing how it had started changing once Legoshi was entering puberty. But still, only hearing it was enough to let Gosha know immediately that it was him.

It was his darling grandson.

At that moment, Gosha felt as if his heart could burst inside of his chest. He was eager to talk to Legoshi, and the wolf told him that he was okay. He also told him that he’d like to send his grandfather some money to help with things back there, once he apparently gotten an afterschool part-time job. He even mentioned that, maybe sometime in the future, he would like to go visit Gosha. He even mentioned that he’d like, for the first time since entering Cherryton, going to spend the summer back home.

Needless to say, that single call made Gosha’s month.

He would eagerly wait for Legoshi’s next call.

Maybe he would call again on the weekend?

Maybe on the month after that?

Maybe he would be giving him a call to tell him how he went on his finals?

Maybe he’d call him for Rexmas? Or maybe to wish him a Happy New Year’s?

The call didn’t come, but Gosha was still waiting for the day when Legoshi would call again. He didn’t mind waiting a few weeks or months, when he had to wait five years for that one contact Legoshi finally made to talk to him.

This could mean that everything was getting better. That maybe Legoshi was finally moving on from his mother’s death, and now they could finally be a family again.

However, Gosha could still not shake the feeling that there was something going on with his grandson. He could not shake away that, back when Legoshi talked to him, there was something that the wolf was not telling him. Something that was bothering and worrying him.

So, Gosha could not avoid thinking that maybe there was something happening to his darling grandson and that maybe he could need him. However, Gosha still refrained from calling, once he was too afraid that trying to contact Legoshi could put unwanted pressure on his little pup and ruining their currently healing relationship.

So, Gosha continued his routine, which included having a nice dinner all for himself, and then cleaning the plates before he served himself a nice cup of tea. It was his favorite flavor, and it was nice to have one in those lonely nights on his old apartment.

Little did he knew that this night would not be lonely.

Gosha may have left his life of adventure behind a long time ago. However, there was no way he would fail to notice the form on the corner of his eyes as he walked to the living room to drink his tea while watching his favorite soap opera.

There he was, on his balcony, looking like he just climbed in there and now staring at the Komodo as he made his way into his apartment by an unconventional way. Gosha would be worried if he had not seen that same person make it into his apartment that very same way several times for the last year.

He even smiled as he saw him again.

“Hey, Yahya.” Gosha said happily as he walked to the horse, opening the balcony’s sliding doors to allow the horse to make it inside. Yahya seemed to be quite at home in there, as he removed his jacket and just tossed it on the nearest chair.

This meant that Gosha could see his arm wrapped in bandages, and he was soon worried about him.

“Rough day?” Gosha asked, and Yahya sighed.

“Most of them are.” The horse said to the lizard. “At least I managed to get all members of the gang. They are on their way to prison now, and there is no way they will avoid a long sentence.”

“Oh, my brave hero.” Gosha said to him, as he closed the distance between the two of them.

“Gosha wait...” Yahya said, “I need to tell you about-mm!”

Yahya’s words got lost as Gosha pressed his own lips on Yahya on a kiss.

This was something that Gosha never imagined himself doing over a year ago. Willingly and fearlessly pressing his lips on those of a mammal. However, there he was doing it, and he was doing so without a worry on his mind and heart.

Strange to think that his was, in great part, thanks to Melon.

Because of the criminal who was infatuated with him, and whom he helped Yahya to capture. The criminal who, when cornered and about to be arrested, attempted suicide by using Gosha to do so.

Gosha was shocked when Melon pressed his lips on the Komodo’s. The kiss was one that caught him completely off guard, and the hybrid was still smiling as the venom started to affect him, damaging the skin around his lips and leaving lasting scars that the hybrid would later refuse to have fixed with plastic surgery, claiming they were a memento of his “beloved Lizzie”.

Luckily, they were on the same block as a hospital, and Yahya was able to rush the deranged psychopath there and have him immediately treated for the toxin. They said it was a miracle that Melon survived, and they attributed it to his hybrid constitution, which allowed him to handle the venom for long enough that the doctors were able to do what they had to in order to save him.

However, Melon was not the only one who gained marks from that night. Gosha did as well, with the difference of his marks being mental.

Gosha could not believe it happened.

He could not believe it happened again.

It was Toki, all over again.

This was too much for an old man to take.

Gosha thought that he would have broke completely, was not for Yahya being there for him and supporting him like only someone who truly cares about another person would. Years before, it was Toki who cared about him that much. Now, this person was Yahya.

And now, Gosha caught himself once more afraid that his venom would hurt him, just like it hurt two people already, one of which was very important for him.

There was no way Gosha could just go on with his life as if nothing happened.

This whole event led the Komodo to make a decision. One that he reflected and thought about a lot, because it was not the kind of decision one could make on a whim. It was a radical decision. So radical, in fact, that most Komodo dragons would never think of doing it, and those who did were seem as crazy, even as traitors.

Gosha decided to get rid of his venom forever.

It was possible nowadays, with the advances on medicine. It was a complex procedure in which a venomous animal could get rid of the parts of his body that were responsible that produced toxin. It was considered a form of venomous animals to get rid of their stigma once and for all and be able to live more comfortably around the non-venomous ones, as the thing that made it dangerous to be near them was out of the way for good.

However, for a venomous animal to get rid of the venom that made them what they were was a serious thing. It meant basically giving up what made them be the animal they were. It meant giving up the greatest strength and pride of their species, all in the name of acceptance. Which was why those types of surgeries were considered controversial, especially if you consider there was a time when certain political parties were trying to have a law approved that would force certain venomous species to have those surgeries, independent of their willingness.

However, Gosha had already made up his mind. He thought deeply about it, and he decided to go with it. It was not only because of public approval. It was not only because of other people’s opinions. Gosha was doing it for himself. He was doing it because being venomous was something that had caused him pain. It caused him to lose the love of his life, and now it nearly caused someone else to die because he did the same thing as the mother of his daughter did.

And, for as long as he could produce venom, there would always have the risk of something like that happening again.

Gosha was done being a danger to others.

So, he went along with the whole procedure. The surgery itself, a procedure not covered by health insurance that costed Gosha a good chunk of his life savings, was long, as a group of surgeons fully clad in bio-hazard suits operated the Komodo, rendered unconscious with powerful anesthetics, and carefully used a scalpel to cut off the venom glands on the insides of his cheeks. Then, with a laser, they cauterized the open wounds, making sure that those glands would never grow back, what was always a real risk with reptiles. Some kinds of lost body parts could eventually grow back, unless the area from which they were freshly cut off were quickly cauterized.

Gosha woke up on a hospital bed with a strong, burning pain inside of his mouth, which took several days to stop completely. During this time, Gosha needed to be careful with what he ate and how much he opened his mouth, as a wrong move could cause his cauterized wounds to swell, split and even infect.

At the end, however, Gosha could resume acting as normal. However, soon Gosha found out that his life was no longer the same normal it was before.

It was better.

As truth sank in that he no longer could produce venom, it was as if a weight that Gosha had over his shoulders for his entire life was lifted. He no longer had to worry about keeping everything clean all the time. He no longer needed to spend nearly half of his salary in antiseptic alcohol to clean everything on his house twelve times a day. He no longer had to avoid touching others out of fear of causing others to suffer just because he neglected to clean a single droplet of venom that had remained on his hands.

Of course, there was still the reaction of people. After all, they still saw a Komodo dragon and they were immediately on the defensive, due to the natural knowledge that this species had one of the most powerful venoms known in the animal kingdom. However, even though they still avoided him and “politely asked” him to sit in a corner of the stores, Gosha himself felt his spirit free of the worry of being a venomous animal.

The ghost of the accidental death of someone who he cared about due to his own venom, like it happened to Toki, was gone completely from his life. For the first time, it was like a hand that had been gripping him since he was a child and that he never realized was there, let go of Gosha, and he felt like he could breathe easier.

He didn’t care if other venomous animals would consider him a sellout, a traitor or a disgrace. He was much happier now that he no longer had venom. Now, he could kiss a non-venomous animal without any fear of hurting them.

Oh, how he wished he had done this procedure was available thirty years ago. Toki would still be alive if Gosha had been able to get rid of his venom back then...

Gosha’s mind, however, moved away from Toki as Yahya started kissing him back.

Gosha would always love Toki. She was his first love and the mother of his child, and he would never forget her as long as he lived. However, after all those decades, Gosha felt like he was finally moving on. He had a new love now, and this one was a person who, as it turns out, had feelings for Gosha long before Toki even came along.

That one confession on that night on Yahya’s tower truly changed things for the two of them. Never before had either of them even considered that Yahya would have feelings for his Komodo friend. Gosha never had any idea that Yahya had those feelings, and the horse never had it in him to admit said feelings, not even to himself.

But now, there they were, over one year after that one fateful night, and Gosha was experiencing the love that he thought he would never be able to feel again since Toki died. And, with his venom out of the way, he could truly deliver himself entirely to this beautiful feeling with no hesitation.

They kissed for nearly five minutes straight before they both broke the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting their mouths.

“You hungry?” Gosha asked, and Yahya said:

“Didn’t had dinner yet.”

“Good.” Gosha said, “I have this new recipe that I wanted you to try.”

And it was rather good. Gosha had taken a while to get the hang to cooking for an herbivore, but he was used to cook, just like he was used to do nearly everything around the house, as he was the single father of his daughter and then raised his grandson single-handedly. He eventually figured out how to make delicious food for those who had a vegan dietary need, and this was a food that Yahya could very much enjoy.

All the while he and Gosha watched television together. Yahya had never been too much a fan of soap operas, but he was willing to give them a try, as the Komodo seemed to enjoy them, and now that they were “dating”, Yahya decided to experiment the things Gosha enjoyed. Besides, it was not as if he actually had anything other to do that night than to stay with Gosha.

It could be selfish of him to even think it, but Yahya had found out that he would much rather spend an evening in company of a carnivore who he respected and enjoyed being around, than on the company of a bunch of criminals whom he was chasing.

Maybe that was the thought that made Gosha want to leave with Toki as well? Yahya was starting to understand it more and more with each passing week since they became an item.

Yahya really cared about Gosha, as much as Gosha had once cared about that female wolf. Which was why Yahya was currently trying to think of the best way to break it to him that his grandson was now a criminal and planning to drop out of school, despite all the efforts Gosha made to give him a normal and happy life.

Gosha had turned his head away from the television for a moment, and he saw the troubled expression on Yahya’s face.

“Yay?” Gosha asked, and the horse looked his way. He already noticed Gosha looking his way, but he did look his way to let the Komodo know that he acknowledged he was talking to him.

“Today was really a though day on you, wasn’t it?” Gosha asked, and Yahya could only sigh.

“You have no idea, Gosh.” The horse said to him. Gosha continued to look at him for a few moments, before moving to him.

“Well, in this case...” The Komodo said, as he climbed on Yahya’s lap. “Why don’t I make you feel better with a... private show? They always improve your mood.”

Yahya didn’t had time to answer. Gosha was soon kissing him. He had been very keen on kissing Yahya ever since he got rid of his venom. He said it was because he was so happy that he could finally kiss others without putting his partners’ lives in danger. A part of Yahya’s mind, however, the more rational and cynic one, told the horse that this was a remnant of Gosha’s predatory instincts, which recognized him as food, and that this desire for kissing him was just another form of his desire of wanting to eat him.

However, that part was soon silenced as the kiss became deeper. Soon, everything was forgotten. The worries of the day. His visit to Melon earlier. The news of Gosha’s wolf grandson, about which Yahya had not yet told the Komodo. And even the television, which showed the final block of the soap opera, about which neither of them cared too much anymore.

Gosha did care enough to turn it off, though, right before killing the lights while putting a soft music on the background, as he started to dance for Yahya.

His dance was as seductive and intimate as the one from the first private dance back on that club over a year ago. Gosha gyrated his hips, swishing his long, muscular tail back and forth as he moved and spun, putting a show for the horse with the skills he acquired after months working on a strip club, and that he still practiced at least once a week whenever the horse came to see him.

Soon, he was removing his shirt, slowly moving it above his head and then removing the garment, before tossing it to the side, so now the only thing on his chest was...

“A spandex tank-top?” Yahya asked. “Seriously?”

“Hey! You know I love snug and form fitting pieces of clothing.” Gosha said to the horse as he continued to dance, making pose after pose for the horse on the rhythm of the music, before his hands went to his waist.

Yahya could not avoid leaning forward as Gosha undid his belt and opened his pants. Even as Gosha turned around for him, looking over his shoulder and winking at the horse and passing his long tongue over his scaly lips, before slowly sliding his pants down, still gyrating his lips in synch with the soft music playing from the speakers. Soon, the lizard was dancing wearing only spandex items. Both the tank-top and the thong.

Gosha stopped out of his pants and continued to dance for Yahya on those form-fitting garments, which hugged his body so snuggly that Yahya could easily tell the outline of Gosha’s hemipenis through the crotch of his thong. The sight alone was enough to cause Yahya to growl, as his own dick was getting hard inside of his pants.

By the time Gosha turned around and started dancing for him with his tail lifted, letting the horse see a gorgeous view of his bare buttocks, with the line of his thong wedged between the scaly cheeks, the horse was already unbuckling his own belt and opening his own fly.

Gosha was not shocked when he turned around and saw Yahya masturbating as he watched him. He was actually smirking as he saw that. He knew that this meant the horse was clearly on the mood, and he already knew that this preceded a good and hard sex.

Which was, by itself, like a dance between the two lovers.

The kind Gosha learned to love on their one year together as a couple.

Gosha walked to him, and he then started to dance on his lap. Yahya leaned back as the Komodo placed his hands on his shoulders and stranded on his body. Yahya could even moan as he felt Gosha’s buttocks rubbing on his bare dick, causing it to leak pre as the Komodo teased him like a pro, as he knew how to drive men inside from his relatively short time as a stripper, and he certainly learned how to push Yahya’s buttons.

The horse, unimpeded by any rules regarding touching the one dancing for him, grasped Gosha’s hips so hard he would have hurt an herbivore with the strength of his fingers, but a carnivore like Gosha was hardly bothered. He made the lizard continue grinding on his lap as he went for another kiss. Another hard, sloppy, ardent kiss in between the two of them, as their tongues rubbed all over each other as they moaned on each other’s maws.

Gosha’s own twin dicks were getting hard inside of his thong, causing the spandex garment to tent obscenely as he could feel Yahya’s dick rubbing on his ass-crack. He wondered if Yahya would, once more, pull his underwear to the side and raw him hard then and there on the living room.

However, Yahya instead broke the kiss, and said, panting:

“Bedroom! Now!”

Gosha didn’t even had time to form an answer to that as Yahya, with a single movement, got up from the couch where he had been sitting while scooping Gosha on his arms and carrying him into the bedroom bridal-style.

Curious. Decades ago, Gosha had been the one to carry Toki to a bedroom on the very same way, before he made love with her, which eventually led to her becoming pregnant with his child. Now, many years later, Gosha was the one being carried to the bedroom by a strong male who would be doing to him pretty much the same he had done to Toki, although with him extra roughness behind it.

Gosha wondered if Toki felt as vulnerable as she was carried by him in direction to the bedroom.

He also wondered if she ever felt like a poor, defenseless morsel being sized up by a big and strong predator for dinner when Gosha placed her down on the bed. Because that was pretty much like how Gosha felt when Yahya basically tossed him into the bed and towered over him with a lustful, animalistic and savage glint on his eyes.

The kind that said: “I will fuck you like a cheap whore and you will like it, you little cunt!”

That was certainly a flip on the script when it came to carni-herbi couples. The carnivores were traditionally the dominant ones. However, Gosha and Yahya’s relationship had never been traditional.

Yahya was soon going down on him, grabbing his thong by the waistbands and pulling it down with an eagerness that nearly bordered on being vicious, removing them from the Komodo and tossing them aside.

At least he didn’t downright tear them off. Gosha thought. He has done that with a lot of my underwear lately, and I have been needing to buy new ones...

Soon, however, Gosha stopped giving two shits about any of his underwear, as Yahya was soon going to his members.

Like back on the night on his apartment when Gosha was under the effects of Jungle Fever, Yahya started rubbing and massaging his hemipenis. This time, however, the hesitation that Yahya felt before was no longer there, as he toyed with them with an expertise acquired during nearly a year of nights of sex.

He even went as far as to stick his tongue out and lick the pre that leaked right from his members! And he did so with an eagerness that would make any carnivore shocked that an herbivore could have such a desire for meat.

Yahya, however, seemed not to care about any of that. He was too much interested on Gosha’s dicks to care about it. He licked at one while using his hands to massage the other, and he would alternate between them, causing the two dicks to leak a copious amount of pre, all of which the horse consumed, having to admit that he really liked the salty flavor.

It was kind of an acquired taste.

Gosha, on his end, could only lay on the bed, throw his head back and flex his fingers as he was serviced by the horse, feeling great pleasure from having his two dicks played with by his herbivore lover. Gosha was completely passive at this point, as he had long realized that he preferred to let Yahya be the one in charge and do as he pleased with his reptile plaything.

Gosha only needed to lay over and moan his lover’s name as Yahya played with him, sucking on his dicks as if they were candy. At one moment one, and then the other at another moment. Sometimes, he just manages to fit both on his head at once and sucked as hard as he could on both heads while squeezing the bases. This last trick made Gosha squeal like a pig as the pressure on both of his dicks was nearly unbearable.

Yahya truly learned how to press all his buttons.

At one point, Yahya started deep-throating one of his dicks while quickly giving the other one a hand-job, his hand and mouth both sliding with great speed over their respective dicks, while Gosha arched his back and became cross-eyed from sheer pleasure as he was driven over the edge.

His dicks both pulsed, with one of them unleashing his load of fertile Komodo dragon seed right down Yahya’s throat, while the other one shot it all over Gosha’s belly and chest. Neither of them would fulfill their role of impregnating a female and carrying Gosha’s genes forward into a new generation, but the elation brought by the very feeling of orgasm was just about the same.

At the end of it, Gosha was panting as he laid on the bed, his eyes looking at the ceiling as he recovered from such an intense orgasm of the likes no one other than Toki had ever given him, until Yahya came along.

Gosha sighed as he laid there. Then, when he felt something touching his belly, he looked down to see Yahya scooping the cum off his chest. The horse had already swallowed the cum on his mouth, and now he was using his fingers to scoop the cum that Yahya’s other dick released on the Komodo himself into his palm.

“You really like the flavor, don’t you, Yahya?” Gosha said jokingly, to what Yahya gave a dry, sarcastic laugh.

“Very funny.” Yahya said, “Now get in position, I want to breed you.” Then, as if to give it emphasis, Yahya thrust his hips forward, letting Gosha take a good look at how his massive equine girth was throbbing and leaking pre with each beat of Yahya’s powerful heart.

Gosha already knew what this meant, and he had learned to look forward to this. His tailhole was instinctively clenching as he already knew that it was where that big dick would be going.

Soon, Gosha was on all fours on the bed, lifting his tail obediently for the horse who was on his knees on the bed behind him. Using his hand, Yahya spread Gosha’s cum all over his own dick.

It was slick and it certainly seemed that it would do the trick. It certainly saved Yahya the trouble of carrying a bottle of lube with himself or looking for the one Gosha started keeping around his house.

Soon, he was sliding in.

Gosha had long grown used to the size of his horse boyfriend, and to the feeling of him forcing his dick into his ass. He came to enjoy it very much as, with the right lubing, there was little to no pain when it happened. Gosha even moaned as he was penetrated, as the feeling of being penetrated proved to be something that he craved once he had grown used to it.

It reminded him of the times when Toki would playfully shove a finger inside of his hole as he bred her. Except that Yahya’s dick was considerably bigger than Toki’s delicate fingers ever were. It reached into the lizard deeper and spread him wider than they ever did.

And Yahya, as pent up as the Komodo had made him with his dancing, was not on the mood to take it slow. He went right into overdrive and started pillow-driving his dick in and out of Gosha’s tailhole, going deep in and deep out with each thrust as, with practiced skill, Yahya aimed each and every one of his thrusts right into the lizard’s prostate.

The sound of sex, once more, filled that room, which Gosha once shared with a beautiful female wolf, but where now he had wild sex with a male horse. The plaping of their hips smacking together accompanied by the sounds of grunts and moans of pleasure was a common noise to be heard on that bedroom. And it was quite loud.

How none of the neighbors ever heard or complained about the noise was beyond Gosha.

Yahya, on his end, seemed like he just didn’t care. He was too busy breeding that tight scaly rump, having some time to slap it quite hard as he continued to breed it raw as if it was the cunt of a female that he wanted to get pregnant. Gosha himself moaned hard, calling out for his lover’s name as he was fucked raw by the horse.

Minutes dragged, and the two of them continued what they were doing, with Yahya fucking Gosha doggy-style wile holding the Komodo’s tail with an iron grip. However, they soon were changing positions, as Yahya, without removing his dick from Gosha’s ass, made the Komodo spin, so he was now laying on his side, with Yahya breeding him hard while he held both his tail and his leg.

Gosha’s twin dicks, hard once more, were leaking a copious amount of pre as he was fucked raw by the horse, who didn’t hold back at all, as he knew for a fact Gosha could take it like a champ, and that he would beg for more as Yahya did it.

And Gosha truly did. His cries for “harder” and “faster” were swiftly answered by the horse. Not with words, but with movements of his pelvis, sending his dick hard into the Komodo’s tailhole to satisfy his slutty needs. Each change on the style of his fucking causing the Komodo to moan even louder and with even more desperation.

After nearly ten minutes of this, they changed positions once more, with Gosha now laying on his back on the bed once more, while Yahya was on top of him, holding him down by pinning him into the bed by the wrists, while he fucked Gosha like there was no tomorrow.

The lizard moaned loudly, but his moans were cut off as Yahya pressed his lips on his on a savage kiss. Gosha trembled as his legs wrapped around Yahya’s waist and his muscular tail wrapped around the horse’s thigh. They kept kissing as they fucked, both delivering themselves heart and soul to this sinful, taboo and forbidden feeling of lust and delight. To this action that was in equal measures of heavenly and sinful.

To this act of love between former partners. Between two males. Between a reptile and a mammal. Between an herbivore and a carnivore.

Perhaps the fact that what they were doing touched in so many taboos at once was what made this whole experience even more pleasurable for the two of them.

Yahya broke the kiss, tossing his head back and making their combined spit fly everywhere, as his hips went into overdrive, fucking the beast under him so hard that the bed creaked and even rocked under their movements. Gosha, once more, called out Yahya’s name as his own orgasm hit, his hemipenis spewing it’s load and coating both their stomachs with white reptile seed, causing his tailhole to clench hard around Yahya’s dick.

Yahya let out a sound that was nearly like the neigh of a horse of the primitive times, before he dove forward and, repeating an action that he himself had performed several times in the past year, bit down hard on Gosha’s neck.

He held on the bite, with a mouthful of scales of the Komodo safely held by his blunt teeth as he unleashed his seed into the Komodo’s tailhole.

One. Two. Three. Four solid minutes of cumming, and then Yahya relaxed.

The Komodo under him and trembling and whimpering as the horse finally let go of his neck. Gosha let out a whimpering moan as he felt Yahya licking on the bruised scales from his bite, before he moved up to look Gosha in the eyes again.

And then kissed him... again.

Gosha could say that he was addicted to the feeling of kissing, now that he could do it unimpeded.

A good part of his nights with Yahya were purely sloppy make-out sessions. That certainly worked to put Gosha on the mood for rounds two, three and so on.

What, you think those old men would be satisfied with only doing it once? No, señor! They only took a five minutes break to kiss before they went back right at it.

Again and again, they did it on all possible styles. Sideways. Missionary. Reverse cowgirl (yes, that is a thing in this world). Anal and then oral, or vice-versa. At one moment Yahya was pinning Gosha down on the bed with a hand on the back of the lizard's neck as he bred him, on the other the horse was laying on the bed while Gosha bounced on his lap as he rode his dick.

They kept at it for hours, and only stopped when the two of them were truly exhausted.

Well, Gosha was exhausted, his tailhole burning from the intense action and abuse. If it was up to Yahya, they would keep going at it until they were both nearly dead from dehydration. However, he resigned himself to stop when Gosha clearly had enough. He had his fill already.

“Feeling better now?” Gosha asked to the horse as they both laid on the bed. The lizard had a smile on his face even though his tailhole was feeling sore due to the intense mating session.

“Yup.” Was Yahya’s simple answer. He then looked to the side, at the digital clock by the bed, right by the side of a picture of Gosha with Toki. Yahya found that the picture no longer bothered him as much...

“It is three in the morning.” The horse said. “We have been going on for nearly six hours...”

“Wow...” That was all Gosha said. “That’s gotta be a new record for us.”

He was smiling at he said that, and then Yahya looked back at him and, in something that many would consider uncharacteristic of him, he opened his own warm smile at the Komodo.

Then, they did what they usually did when they were in bed: they chatted.

Yahya had never been one to do pillow talk with the female horses he’s ever been with. However, this was Gosha. Talking to him had always been better than talking to most other people. Even if it was about trivial, unimportant matters.

Of course, not all was unimportant.

“I am worried about Legoshi.” Gosha said to Yahya as they both laid on the bed. “It seems that is something happening to him. I cannot explain it, but I just feel like he is going through something.”

Gosha seemed worried about his grandson. Yahya looked at him, for a moment debating if he should tell Gosha something or not, until he eventually decided.

“Gosha...” Yahya said, “Truth is... ever since Melon, I have had people follow and keep an eye on your grandson.”

Gosha looked at the horse with surprise.

“Just to see if he was safe. To see if Melon didn’t put any former member of the Madaragumi or other criminal on his tail, and that he was safe.” Yahya said, “Luckily, he didn’t. But, as they followed him, they ended up finding out a few things. And, as it turns out, something really did happen to him.”

Gosha perked on the bed.

“What?” Gosha asked, “What is it? What happened to Legoshi!?”

The worry was clear in Gosha’s expression and voice. The kind that a grandfather could have for a grandson, and that Yahya was not sure if he understood completely yet.

After a brief silence, Yahya answered:

“He fell in love.”

Gosha blinked, looking at the horse as he processed what he just heard.

That... would explain it.

“Legoshi is in love with a female rabbit.” Yahya said to him. “And, being in love with her has truly changed his life.”

Gosha looked at him in surprise.

“A female rabbit?” Gosha said, “Really? Wow...”

Yahya nodded.

“Guess your grandson really does takes after you, right?” Yahya said, a smirk on his lips as he looked at the Komodo, who looked back at him.

Their moment was interrupted by the ringing of Yahya’s phone.

It was someone for the station, telling him that they had a problem that needed his attention.

Yeah, no rest for the Sublime Beastar, it seemed.

Soon, Yahya was putting his clothes, looking back at the Komodo on the bed.

“Don’t worry about your grandson.” Yahya said to the Komodo. “My people got eyes on him. He seems to have a knack for getting himself into trouble, but I will make sure he stays in line. I promise.”’

That sounded true, much to Yahya’s own surprise. This was what made Gosha smile to him.

“Thank you, Yahya.” Gosha said and, with this, the two of them parted ways for the week, with Yahya getting out of the lizard’s apartment through the same balcony he went in.

Barely ten minutes after leaving Gosha’s apartment, as he made his way back to the station, Yahya made a phone call. Who answered was the same officer who contacted the horse just a few minutes ago.

“Do you see it?” Yahya asked. “You see this wolf’s record?”

“Yes, sir.” Said the officer. “Juvenile predation. Man, now that is going to complicate his life. So, why you want me to see it, sir? To add something? Some detail about his crime?”

“Erase it.”

There was a silence.

“...Sir?”

“You heard me. I want Legoshi the Gray Wolf’s criminal record completely erased.” Yahya said to the officer, who certainly looked baffled on the other end of the phone.

“And give me that boy’s phone number! I want to have a word with him...”