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The theater was loud with the rumble of chatter. The production that afternoon had gathered a large audience. Phillip and Cassandra-- lion and frog-- walked in the doors. The elderly couple were hand in hand, ready for a production of a classic play they've loved since they were teenagers.

There was a greeter there- a young otter lady.

"Good afternoon," said the young lady, "Are you two here for the production of 'The Heat of Her Loins'?"

Phillip smiled, the white fuzz on his chin puffing out. "Yes, indeed!"

There was a pair of large ornate doors made of beautiful mahogany. The otter lady gestured at them. "Right inside."

The lion and frog gave their thanks and walked to the doors.

Phillip's age showed off in the color of his fur and his clothes. The blonde from his mane had mostly faded to a gray and there was a softness in the other colors of his fur. He wore a sand-colored jacket over a white shirt. His pants were a darker shade of brown that could only be differentiated from black by an up close look. He still had a lot of muscle on her chest but the years had packed on a lot of fat on his belly. The tap of the claws of his big lion feet were silenced by the softness of the carpet.

Cassandra the frog was equally as old as Phillip. Her green froggy skin had blotches of dullness, but her eyes and expression kept their shine. Age hadn't withered the size of her chest, which she showed off proud with a low-cut dress, but age had made her flabby so a bump of fat hung over the rim of her cleavage. Underneath the skirt of her dress, her legs were unadorned with any kind of pants. The feeling of carpet felt good on her froggy feet.

The frog lady smiled at her husband. "It's so good to be seeing a production of 'The Heat of Her Loins' again! When's the last time we saw it?"

Phillip flicked a tongue against the front of his teeth, thinking. "I think... maybe while James was in college."

"My, it's been awhile!" said Cassandra.

They walked through the large doors into the theater room. The seats were filling up and the lights were low. The show was getting close.

Phillip and Cassandra walked to the middle rows meant for people of medium adult height, like Phillip. Phillip had a foot in height on Cassandra so it was in poor taste for Phillip to sit in the regular-sized parts of the seating arrangement as his large height could block the person behind him. Cassandra sitting with Phillip in the moderate zone was not ideal either.

"Here's my stop, honey," said Phillip.

"I'll see you after the show," said Cassandra.

They kissed and Cassandra walked down the stairs to the regular zone. Phillip spotted an empty seat near the aisle and slid into it, parking himself beside an owl gentleman. The two exchanged a courteous grin but kept to themselves.

Phillip got a look around the place. There was a maine coon lady right behind him too busy chatting with her rhino friend to notice Phillip looking. A stegosaurus lady was behind him too.

Up ahead, though, just one row in front of Phillip and a couple seats farther away from the aisle, there was a horse girl. For a moment, Phillip thought it was his old side-girlfriend Mabel but then saw a couple unfamiliar blotches of white fur on her brown coat and saw the snout was the right shape so it couldn't have been her. Mabel would have looked older, too. Phillip liked the look of the horse girl though.

A minute went by and someone took the empty seat beside Phillip. It was Bonnie, a 6'5" shark lady, looking about 40 years of age. She gave Phillip a smile, and Phillip smiled back.

"Greetings," said Phillip.

"Excited for the show?" asked Bonnie.

Bonnie wasn't as dressed up as her lion neighbor. The woman was wearing a long sleeved shirt and black vest with dark red pants. The firmly cut shirt was tight enough to show off the shark lady's bosom and Phillip couldn't help himself but give it a quick look. Bonnie wouldn't have minded even if she had noticed the old lion checking her out. She was proud of her bosom!

"Of course," said Phillip, "My wife and I-- my wife, by the way, is a frog and has to sit closer to the stage-- we [i]love[/i] this play! It is our favorite in the canon Reynold Fatpaw works."

"Oh," said Bonnie, feeling a little uncultured for the conversation. "I just wanted to see a play."

"Pardon me, then," said Phillip.

Bonnie smiled and looked Phillip down. He dressed like he was performing in the play, from Bonnie's perspective, but he seemed cute and would make a nice person to share the show with!

Cassandra took a seat only a couple rows from the front. She looked back to see if she could spot her leonine husband but there were too many heads in the way. Oh well.

A rabbit man had the spot beside her and after a few minutes another person took the seat on the other side. It was Niles, a bat boy with a bookish expression. Niles was wearing a vested sweater and black pants. He smiled at Cassandra.

"Hi!" he said, in his boyish voice.

"Why hello!" said Cassandra. She looked him up and down. "Not often do I see someone so [i]young[/i] at the theater! Not for a play of this vintage, anyway."

Niles smiled. "I like these old plays! I saw 'Bootless in the Amazon' earlier this week."

Cassandra smiled brightly. "Is that so! Such a cultured young one!"

Niles chuckles. "Please, ma'am. I'm a sophomore at PYU." He scratched his neck. "But I've been meaning to see every Urk-Urk Williams play I can."

The young lad was familiar with the works of Urk-Urk Williams! Cassandra was so impressed. The younger generations seemed so neglectful of the classic arts.

"Truly?" said Cassandra, "I'll have you know my great grandmother worked with Urk-Urk Williams when he was making his start."

"Really?" said Niles, with a grin.

Cassandra nodded. "Yes. Apparently he was a bit hard to get along with, but many great artists were."

Niles beamed. Cassandra smiled. The two had each found a friend to cross generations!

The show was about to begin. Agatha peeked out the curtains at the audience. The place looked nearly full.

Her heart raced and her stomach turned. Her first performance in professional stage acting was only a few minutes away! It was a dream that could sometimes feel like it was passed down from Agatha's deceased mother but the young lady was thrilled all the same.

The chickadee had a tendency to bite her fingers but she didn't want to mess up her gloves so she settled for tapping her scaled feet on the wooden floor. She wore a beautiful 19th century dress with a frilled skirt.

From behind her came Winston, a torosaurus of nearly eight feet. He had polished all the horns on his head quite well that day. His costume was another 19th century piece: a gentleman's evening wear. His pit scaly feet made the floor squeak beneath him.

Winston looked at his young co-star and smiled. "Nervous?"

"If I can get to the end of this performance," said Agatha, "then I've achieved my dreams."

"I'm going to take that as a yes," said Winston. He put a big hand on Agatha's shoulder and rubbed. "I know it seems the world to you now, but this is only one performance in an entire career! Just something to think about to take the pressure off."

Agatha nodded. "Yes. Of course."

The music came over the speaker. The show was seconds away. Agatha's heart thumped and she took deep breaths.

"Agatha~~!" an actress called on stage, "Where is that spirited girl gone to?"

Agatha turned to Winston. "Here I go."

Winston smiled. "Don't pee your pants."

Agatha stifled a snerk and walked out the curtains.

The show was enjoyable. It was just as Phillip remembered it. Agatha was expected to wed the dull Mr. Crowley but Agatha then met a young romantic named Hayler. Phillip thought the actor, a rather buff seal, was too handsome for the character of Mr. Crowley but overall enjoyed the production design and performances.

While he watched, he peered over at the horse lady that looked like his old friend. From certain angles, she truly did look like Mabel. Maybe Mabel had a daughter?

Phillip ignored the girl and took his eyes to the play.

The third scene ends with the play's big attempt at slapstick humor which was common among plays of that day. Mr. Crowley tripping over the milk bucket and tumbling into hay got a big laugh out of the audience including Bonnie, who peppered in snorts in her laughter. Phillip smirked. He found it charming.

Cassandra and Niles were sharing a lot of looks, like exchanging bawdy smiles when the character of Agatha alluded to masturbation, and giggling at each other over one of the script's raunchy jokes.

Then came the scene to close out the first act. It was a scene where Agatha talks to her father Winston and an argument breaks out. Winston was sitting down in his evening chair, reading a magazine and sipping some tea. Agatha came in, distraught after being humiliated at the carnival for admitting an attraction to Hayler.

"What a wretched day this was!" said Agatha. The actress swayed her arms in a way that was very modern but Phillip didn't mind the surprising acting choice. Her bare feet stomped on the floor, the acoustics of the theater echoing the thumps across the room.

Winston didn't lower the magazine, unconcerned with his daughter's temperament. "Is there something matter, my dear?"

"Our neighbors say such terrible things about me, father!" said Agatha, crossing her arms and looking away from Winston in shame. "They'll say anything to sully my name!"

Winston realized that his daughter was dealing with a real problem and not the bickering of adolescent urchins. He put down the magazine and stood up. He walked behind his daughter and massaged her shoulders. "There, there, my dear. What are they saying?"

"Father..." said Agatha, "They say I court Hayler only to annoy Mr. Crowley."

Phillip thought for a moment. He didn't remember that line sounding so modern but he paid it no mind.

"Are you still on about that boy?" said Winston.

"I can't stop thinking about him," said Agatha, pulling away from Winston. "When I think of him, my heart goes a flutter." She folded her hands at her chest. "I envision his face and I can feel him holding me like there was no other woman for him!"

Ah, Phillip realized his confusion. They were going by the 1934 edition of the play. He knew of that version's existence but hadn't seen it very often in all his years of theater-going.

Phillip tensed up. The lion was enjoying the play but felt antsy for some reason. He shifted in his seat, his sides rubbing up against the handles of the seat. He crossed his legs and folded them one over another trying to get more comfortable.

"These trifle passions are nothing to pursue!" said Winston. He sighed and shook his head. "Love and marriage is not a thing to be rushed into on a whim, no matter how many of our poets treat fancy as if it was the purest opiate."

"But father!" said Agatha, "What is the point of living if it's not for love?"

That line... Agatha thought for a moment. That [i]wasn't[/i] the right line! She skipped ahead a line. She looked Winston in the eyes and saw that he knew she had screwed up.

Winston went on like Agatha hadn't flubbed. Quickly editing his next line in his head, he said, "You [i]might[/i] have given this a lot of thought, but I doubt that you have the wisdom to weigh your situation correctly. You are a young woman, my daughter. There's still a lot to be learned about affection."

Phillip felt once again that something was off in the dialogue but chalked it up to a version of the play he was unfamiliar with. He looked around again. Everyone was enjoying the play, perfectly content. No one noticed any error in the script.

"But [i]what[/i] is the point if to not live for love?" Agatha immediately regretted repeating the line but that's all she thought to do to get things back on track after her mistake. It sounded like something the character would say, she thought.

Winston looked annoyed and Agatha couldn't tell if it was the character or the actor who was annoyed. He delivered his line like usual. "You're a woman now but..." He grew cross. "How could you be so irresponsible? How could you...?" Winston stopped himself.

It seemed like Agatha's mishap inspired some improv from Winston. The anger in his voice seemed sincere. Agatha tried to match it with some anger of her own. "Father! You have no idea how I feel! Few have--" She stopped. She messed up a line again! "[i]No one[/i] has made me feel the way Hayler feels for me." [i]Again![/i] "Or... how I feel for him..."

Cassandra scowled. Was this play always so intense? Cassandra couldn't remember a performance where Agatha and Winston were shouting.

Agatha wasn't even sure herself if Winston's anger was legitimate, but she felt insecure. She didn't realize but her arms had tensed up. She was holding them in front of her like she, the real person, did and not the character. She dropped them although it looked forced and awkward.

"Child..." said Winston, his voice quieter but rage still sliding through, "Marriage is not a simple exchange of estates." Oh no, he screwed up! Was Agatha's flubbing contagious? "Marriage-- ahem-- is an endeavor. You've known Mr. Crowley longer than you've known this Hayler."

Agatha blanked. What was the next line? She had no idea. Her mind was empty-- the intuitive string of dialogue from one bit to another had stopped. Had her mix-ups thrown off her rhythm? She tried not to turn towards the crowd but she couldn't help it-- the temptation was too strong. For a split second she saw the faces of the front row. Many looked disinterested and she could have sworn she saw a smirk on one of them.

She turned back towards Winston and said the first thing that came to her mind, "Why must you bar me from all the things I desire?" That wasn't a line in the play. Not even close.

Winston was dumbfounded. He didn't know how to respond. He stared at Agatha, disbelief in his eyes, and Agatha's heart sank down to her liver. She had to remind herself to breath.

This can't be happening, thought Agatha, I'm blowing it! This is my debut on the stage and I'm fucking blowing it!

Phillip was puzzled by the play. A lot of things felt [i]off[/i] and maybe it was how hostile the play was to his attention span but he couldn't help but drift his eyes over to the horse girl in front of him. He leaned forward to get a glimpse of the lady's chest. She was ample! Much like his old friend.

He quit looking before anyone noticed and fell back into his seat. But... breasts! What wonderful things they were. His eyes teetered over to the shark lady beside him. Did she ever have a pair! He didn't get to enjoy an ample size like that at home. Bonnie was his size. Cassandra's frog tits were lovely but not for a big guy like Phillip.

Phillip gazed at the breasts and let the essence flow into his manhood. His rod grew inside his pants, although not so large that it was noticeable. Phillip took the opportunity to feel some life in his old loins. It felt good! There was nothing like having a casual semi-erection in the middle of a theater production!

Up towards the front, Cassandra was sitting quietly with Niles. Cassandra was unsure what to feel about the play. The energy was off.

She looked over at Niles. The bat boy didn't seem any more enthralled by the production.

She leaned over and whispered quietly, "This production is different."

"How?" asked Niles.

Cassandra thought about it, but all she could do was shrug. "I don't know. It's simply... different."

Niles offered a chuff then continued watching the play.

Agatha was still up there, her heart beating and her vision blurring. She looked over at the stagehand-- a younger, chubby owl boy-- hiding behind a curtain. She gave him a look like it was time to close the curtain and move to the next scene but he wasn't picking up on her gestures.

"I've given this a lot of thought, father," said Agatha. It was an improvised line that she said slowly as she rolled her brain back through the script. What was next?

She thought of a line. Any line. It didn't matter where it was in the scene. It didn't need to be in the scene. She had to say any line. "Did you and mother know you were meant to wed when you met her?"

It was from the current scene although it landed awkwardly. Agatha looked at Winston. The old dino looked so angry. The young actress was ruining the production! Agatha looked out into the crowd. People were looking disinterested or disappointed. She watched a man get up and walk out the doors.

She tried to catch herself hyperventilating. She tried to hide it. This had been her dream since she was a kid, back when she was young and her mother was still alive. It was a dream that crossed generations and it was blowing up in her face in spectacular fashion! The lights of the stage felt like paparazzi cameras exposing her shame.

Across the theater, people's interest was swerving. It wasn't because of Agatha's performance, no. Something was coming over everyone. Something they couldn't notice. It descended upon them like a light rain and took them over like a flu.

Slowly it twisted inside of them.

Hill, an alligator gentleman sitting towards the middle of the east wing, walked into that theater knowing how to take apart and reassemble a Beaverspank 1988 Microwave but that obscure skill had flushed out of his brain. His wife beside him, an overweight eagle, knew what song played the first time they made love when they moved into their Stank St. apartment. It was "Staying Up All Night" from Meowzer Bushyrod. She even knew the line that played when she had an orgasm. Then a second went by and that memory was gone.

Phillip, feeling his attention shake at the performance forty feet away, scratched the top of his foot with the claw on his toe. How long had that scene been going on? It felt like it was double the length it was supposed to. Hell, it felt like it had been the whole play so far. When were they going to get to the next scene. What was the next scene? Phillip tried to recall but the play was a blur. Was it the scene where Hayler and Mr. go riding into the... what was that place? A hunting place? No... that was near the end of the second act.

Cassandra wasn't having an easier time being engrossed in the play. The actors seemed uncertain of what they were doing and when she looked around at other people she was sitting around and they didn't seem thrilled either. She forced herself to pay attention and she had a beat of anxiety came over her and for a split second she worried about performing in an upcoming scene like she was one of the performers, although that was just a resonant memory from her days in the theater.

The blinked, and let out a relieved breath. No, she was not an actress. Where did that worry ever come from?

Had Agatha blown it? Was it all over? Was every second she remained on stage delaying her inevitable downfall?

Agatha stared out into the crowd. Maybe she have reset the scene. She cleared her throat and took a step forward. "Ok... uh... maybe we will do the scene. Uh, [i]re[/i]-do the scene."

Winston knew what those words meant but couldn't actually understand what they were supposed to do. He looked around the stage. Was the furniture supposed to move or be moved? The dinosaur scratched his head.

Everyone stared at Agatha, or at least that's how it felt to her. She gazed around room, unable to control her hyperventilating. People were muttering to themselves or outright speaking at a room level that Agatha could hear. The production couldn't have been a failure, could it have?

Agatha ran over to the curtains at the edge of the stage and tried pulling them across the front of the stage to reset the scene. The curtains fought back and wouldn't move. It hurt Agatha so deeply she let out a sob, heard across the theater. Tears broke out of her eyes and glid down her cheeks.

I have to be an actress! thought Agatha, I got to be a star because mama never got her chance...!

The curtains weren't moving. She looked around and saw the stagehand standing just inside the backstage. She gave him a look and he shrugged, unsure what she wanted.

"Close the curtain!" said Agatha.

The stagehand stirred up. "Right." He went over to the control panel, a metal box with dozens of buttons and levers held up by a thick metal pole out of the wooden floor.

The stagehand looked it over but couldn't remember what button did the curtains. What did Agatha want? To 'close' them? What did that mean? He stared at the panel, unsure what to do.

Agatha, frustrated that the technician wasn't doing his job, marched back on stage, her feet slamming the wooden floor. She stared out at the crowd, anger in her clenched cheeks.

Winston, thinking it was his cue, said his line. "What's the matter, my dear?" He paused. "Wait a minute, can we take... again?" He paused again and reapplied his posture. "What is ever matter..." He trailed off. Nothing about the line sounded right.

Back in the crowd, people were shifting in their seats and talking. It was a good time for Phillip to ignore the play. He looked over at Bonnie, taking the opportunity to look at the shark's bosom. It was nice to look at but he wouldn't reach over and cop a feel because he knew that wasn't acceptable.

His erection was getting bigger, though. The base of his cock hardened and thickened to the point that the shape of it pushed out on his pants.

Bonnie turned to him and he raised his eyes, smiling.

"This show is boring," said Bonnie.

"Yeah," said Phillip. He chuckled, "Are you single?"

"Single?" Bonnie looked at herself. "Yeah." She thought for a moment. "Do you mean... something else?"

Phillip smiled, teeth exposed. "I mean... do you have a boyfriend? Are you married?"

"No," said Bonnie, unsure if that was the right answer. She scratched her head.

"Good...!" said Phillip. He trailed off into a chuckle-- an uncomfortably long chuckle that rolled out of his mouth.

Phillip sat there, unaffected by the awkwardness of the conversation stopping like that. He stared, content grin on his maw. His eyes lowered back to Bonnie's breasts and let his mouth hang open with a big smile.

"You're pretty," said Phillip, eyes right on the lady's tits.

Bonnie purred and smiled, like she could have said thank you but didn't. She shifted in her seat and cupped her hands.

"Pretty boobs," said Phillip. "You would make good for son!"

Bonnie giggled. There was something embarrassing of having her chest complimented like that but she couldn't understand why. Then the moment passed and she didn't care. Bonnie looked around. Why was she there? Was there a movie about to begin? Those people on stage: were they going to set up the movie?

Cassandra was getting bored. She looked over at Niles and he was the same way. He was leaning into the corner of his chair like he was ready to fall asleep.

"Is there food around?" asked Cassandra, looking around for food. What did food look like to her? Was it a counter with a bowl of fruit or a counter at a restaurant? She kept her eyes out for such a thing but all that there was in that theater was an audience and a stage.

The lights flickered. This caught the attention of everybody-- Cassandra and Niles looking upward to see what was going on-- but it only grabbed attention for a moment then people carried on.

Niles looked around for the [i]food[/i] that Cassandra was seeking out but couldn't see anything. "Can't see anything."

Cassandra stared at Niles for a moment and saw his ear twitch. She grinned and reached to the top of his head to pet his ears. Niles didn't react for a moment, then glanced at Cassandra looking annoyed but amused for a second before swatting her hand away.

Up on the stage, Agatha looked around the auditorium in confusion. Wasn't she supposed to be doing a play today? When was it starting? She couldn't tell.

She wiped her wet cheeks thinking that her mom would have been so proud of her for becoming an actress. It was too bad she couldn't be there on the count of being dead.

But was she dead? Agatha scanned the aisles of the theater, expecting to see her mother in the crowd. It was hard to remember what her mother looked like. It had been so long since Agatha had seen her face.

Winston saw that Agatha was preoccupied with something but didn't know what to say to ask what it was.

The stage hand stepped on stage, then a few steps closer towards Winston and Agatha. He was shy to be in front of a huge crowd.

He scratched the back of his neck, nervous. He asked Agatha, "Uh... what want again?"

Agatha turned to him. "Whaaaa?"

"What want?" he asked again.

Agatha couldn't understand what he was trying to ask. She saw people shuffling in the audience, getting up and walking around. For a moment she wanted to tell them all to sit but for what? Was there something that was supposed to happen? Why were they there? Why was Agatha there?

The commotion of people speaking up and trying to move out of the aisles masked some of the sounds coming from outside. There were faint booms that rumbled through the walls that got the curiosity of various audience members. Some got up to go check what the noises were.

A bull man was trying to get out of the aisles. His legs bumped into the knees of those remained sitting and the guy stepped on a few feet too. His large butt smacked the nose of dinosaur lady.

"Suh-sit down!" said the dinosaur lady.

"Have to go!" said the bull man.

Phillip crunched his legs close to the chair so the man could get by. He walked out into the aisle and looked up and down, unsure where to go. He headed up the stairs.

The chatter of the room was loud. Phillip ignored it and focused on the horse girl again. Did he ever want to see the horse girl naked, just to confirm that she was or wasn't Mabel. If the horse girl was naked, he could see her butt. Mabel had a marking on her butt the shape of... Phillip had forgotten. But he would have recognized it if he saw it. The horse girl would have been a good mate anyway. He got an erection and rubbed it through his pants-- imagining him have sex with the lovely girl.

The owl man beside Phillip got up to look around. His bison wife tugged on his coat arm, "D-down, Harry!"

The owl man sat back down.

Commotion was happening closer to the front too. People were moving around, trying to get around the rows of chairs, bumping into people and some were climbing over seats.

Niles looked around. He didn't recognize the building. What kind of building was it? Was it home? He didn't know. People around him seemed anxious and it got him anxious too but he stayed seated.

He let his mouth hang open and for wetness to claim his lips. He couldn't care about keeping up appearances. His awareness of his own body was at a minimum.

Control ceased. The parts of his brain keeping him from holding in his bladder swerved and then collapsed. His uretha relaxed and his liquid drained out of him. His shaft sprinkled liquid into his underwear. The sprinkle turned into a spray. A puddle grew around his thighs.

Niles smiled. It felt good to have wetness on his legs, sliding under his thighs, and tickling his butt. The bottoms of his pants darkened and pee trickled out onto the seat, soaking into the cushion. The wetness trailed down his legs, over the seat, and down to the floor.

It was relaxing to relieve himself but then he looked down and saw what he did. What a mistake!

Niles pinched the fabric of his pants, "N-no!"

Cassandra looked over and saw Niles was upset about something. Her eyes tilted down at the dark shine of his pants. The smell of urine hit her nose.

"Peed?" asked Cassandra.

Niles looked over and grinned, tilting his head towards her. He nodded, "Peed."

Cassandra smiled, drool splashing on her lips. She took his hand on the arm of the chair and stroked it. "Iz ok. Hard to hold it." She giggled. "Miss dia-puhs."

Niles chuckled and nodded.

Up on stage, Winston was confused where he was or what he should have been doing. He exhanged brief glances with Agatha and the stagehand, giving them both a friendly smile but not knowing what to do to start any conversation. He waited patiently for direction-- surely he would be told what to do soon enough.

A pang hit him. He needed to go. The torosaurus leaned forward a small degree and let his bladder open. The feeling of flow went down his pipes and wetness splashed in his underwear.

[b]*PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*[/b]

The acoustics of the theater directed the hiss of Winston's release across the room, rising above the chatter and the noise from outside. Winston's gray pants had streams of glistening darkness going down his legs, his pants quickly drowning in the large dino's release.

Agatha and the stagehand watched as Winston stared into space and treated his underwear like a urinal. Agatha didn't react to a puddle forming at Winston's feet while the stagehand chuckled. Only a few people left in the audience were still cognitive enough to find the event hysterical-- breaking out into uproarious laughter. "[i]Pissed![/i]" someone screamed from the back.

Winston couldn't pay it any mind. He took his bathroom break, drenched his pants, then leaned back up-- big dino-sized puddle beneath him. He looked at Agatha and the stagehand. The stagehand chuckled and he chuckled too, unsure what the joke was.

Phillip wanted sex. He was horny and the lion gentleman wanted to get his pole inside someone. A huge bulge tented up the front of his pants-- beating with anticipation.

He looked over at the horse girl. He wished she was naked. The temptation was too strong so he tugged and clawed at his pants, pulling at the belt to get it loose. The belt unbuckled so he pulled at the fly on his pants until it snapped open! He dug into his underwear and pulled out his cock, already at nine inches in length!

With a big dumb smile on his face and drool dripping down his chin into his beard, Phillip jerked himself off. Staring at the horse girl like a beast staring at a delicious steak, he cranked it.

Bonnie let out a curt giggle but mostly stared at the dick as it got longer, soon passing the foot threshold. She smiled.

"[i]Nooooo![/i]" said a bear lady down the row, "Put [i]away![/i]"

Phillip didn't listen to her. He cranked, loving the feeling of having his big cock out and giving it so much attention. The bear lady was maybe the only one offended at Phillip's display. Most those around him were happy to see someone masturbate, or at least watched with an idle curiosity.

The maine coon lady behind Phillip watched closely until a temptation came over her. She lifted her eyes and stared into space, splitting her legs apart and tilting forward a bit. For a moment, there was nothing. Then there was a crackle followed by squelches.

[b]*FRRRRT!* *fffRRRRRpl!!* *PRRRP-PRP-PRRRRPt!*[/b]

The cat lady grinned. Wetness rolled out from her skirt and waterfalled over the edge of the seat onto the carpet below. A thick aroma hit the air, getting the noses of her rhino friend beside her and the giraffe gentleman at her behind. The rhino took in the smell and chuckled-- letting her tongue hang out and rubbing the maine coon's arm. The giraffe man took a whiff and smelled a potential mate. He leaned over the seat and kissed into the maine coon's neck, the cat barely reacting.

[b]*ppt-ppt-FRRRT!* *fuuuuuurrrrrt!!*[/b]

The maine coon continued her relief. Her panties were full of her feces, the bed of her underwear cradling the lady's plus-sized load and the fabric wet from the piss she took. Her seat was soaked and so was the fur on her thighs. She leaned back upward, content.

The lights went out. Not a flicker, they fully turned off. The emergency lights came on, but the lightness level was a fraction of what it was before. Many grunted and shouted in outrage and confusion, but the light didn't return.

Winston walked around on stage, his soaked pants cooling as he wandered. He had his eyes upward and wasn't paying attention to where he was walking so he bumped into Agatha. He looked down and chuckled. Agatha looked up and smiled.

They stared at each other for a moment. Winston took a hand to her cheek and carressed it. The chickadee girl moaned in pleasure. She looked down at his crotch. She was too far gone to care that much about Winston's pissed pants. The dino man had a chubby cock rising off of his leg and tenting up his drenched pants.

She took a hand and put it on his cock, not minding her hand getting wet with his dampness. She looked up and smiled, drooling down her chin. "Oook unnnk!"

The cock inflated in her hands. Winston grunted at her and grabbed her breasts. He wiggled around her dress until her breast started to shake out, then he gave up, letting half of Agatha's areola hang outside. The stagehand, still up there on the stage with the two, wanted to see if he could have mated with Agatha but it looked like Winston had claimed her as his mate.

Agatha clawed at the dino's peed pants but didn't know how to get that cock out. She tugged at the fabric, her hands slipping off because of the wetness. Winston tugged at the belt, using what little intelligence he had left to understand that the buckles were holding the hard strap on his body. He peeled the strap out and unhooked the belt enough that it was no longer holding up his pants. He tore down his fly, snapping the zipper off, but what use were those pants to him now? Whizzed or un-whizzed, they were clothes and the dino did not want to wear clothes.

His slacks dropped to his feet, the buckle hitting the stage floor with a thud. The shine of the pee glistened in the dim lights. Everyone who laughed at the dino man peeing into the article had likely done so themselves in the last few minutes, or at least were too far gone to find the act of pissing one's pants funny.

Winston's underwear-- wet with the dino man's recent evacuation-- got torn off with a single grab. Out came his huge green cock. It was already eight inches and still growing.

Agatha clapped. "Unnngh...!" She laughed, her voice echoing around the theater as the noise from outside got more intense. She turned away from Winston, and got down on her knees, tearing her dress in the process. She grunted at him, wanting his cock.

Winston kneeled down. There was a lot of dress in the way of Agatha's hindquarters so Winston tried shoving it aside. It didn't work, so he lifted it and saw her pants underneath. He pulled at them and the unveiled down Agatha's legs revealing her kissy and wet vagina. The pants fell to her knees.

Winston climbed over Agatha and aligned himself down her back so that his cock slid right into her cooch. When he felt that flesh cave wrap over his cock like an oven mitt, the dino man smiled wide, giggled, and let out a waterfall of drool down to the floor in front of Agatha.

He thrust into the chickadee girl. Agatha mixed up a song of moans, grunts, and bird chirps. She knocked her toes against the calves of the man thrusting into her. What was to stop her from opening her beak, letting her tongue hang out, and letting the drool flow from her-- climbing down her chin, splashing the top of her chest, and hitting the floor?

Agatha twisted her neck in pleasure and tweeted. She tweeted again, gaining volume with each iteration. Winston grunted in response, his grunted turning to aggressive moans as his partner loudened her song. The duet echoed across the audience, as clear as any pair of voices could be.

Cassandra wasn't sure what to do. She stayed in her seat, looking over Niles. His peed pants was no longer a concern of hers, no longer understanding why peeing one's pants was a bad thing. She looked down the other side of the row and everyone seated had peed their pants, including the rabbit man beside her. He turned to her and smiled, hoping the frog lady would be happy to smell the load of feces he had ejected into his underwear.

The smell was nice but Cassandra wasn't interested in the rabbit. Niles wanted to see if he could find some food, so he got up. Cassandra saw the bat boy, wearing his pissed pants like there was nothing wrong, as a potential mate, so she followed him.

They wiggled out into the aisles where many others were scurrying around. Some were in the beginnings of mating. Many had ripped off their pants and those who didn't still tried to hump through the fabric. A tall mouse man and a pigeon were hugging themselve close and ramming their hips into each other both with soaked streaks on their pants.

The bat wandered the auditorium, passing by other dumbed down zoomans. He noticed the old frog lady was following him, seeming annoyed for a moment but then giving her a welcoming expression. He offered a hand, and Cassandra took it. They smiled at each other, drooling with joy!

Niles found a door in the back corner where most others ignored. He sensed that the door was not a solid wall but couldn't remember how to make it disappear. He pushed into it and saw the wooden barrier move a little. How much force would it have taken to remove the barrier?

He charged into it, trying to knock it down but Niles was a small zooman and wouldn't have been able to do it without risking hurting himself. He saw the knob and touched it. He poked it and fingered the keyhole but that didn't loosen the door. He assumed that the knob had something to do with opening the door up so he clawed it and tried to jostle it off.

While Niles fiddled with the door, Cassandra felt an urge come over her. She found a corner by the stage. A chickadee girl and a dinosaur man were mating on stage. Cassandra looked away and made sure she was far enough from any others before she began.

She relaxed, and squatted down. Her bladder emptied, sprayed a hot and powerful stream into her panties. The undergarments were drenched in the lady's urine before long. The puddle at her feet soaked into the carpet. The frog lady stared out like she was waiting for the bus and not doing something so infantile.

The lunch she had earlier needed freeing too. There was a quiet crackle and then PPPPRRRT! Squelches cried out and the frog lady laid a massive log out into her panties. A [b]*ppppt!*[/b], [b]fuuuuRRRRT*![/b] and a [b]*ppptpbt!*[/b] later and the lady had crapped enough into her underwear to make them sag down.

Cassandra leaned up, pants messed just like all those times in her twenties she tried LSD. She walked back over to Niles, odors wafting around the area.

The smells were thick in the auditorium. Several of its audience members had a stench rising from them. Adults big and small waddled around with wet spots on their pants and odors raising from their butts. That is if they didn't discard their pants in the process of embracing their animalhood.

In the span of a single afternoon, the auditorium had gone from spotless to having a desperate need for cleaning, but there was no cleaning company around anymore.

The smells were prevalent. Phillip was in his seat, still cranking it, and getting whiffs of the potent but inviting scents. The lion was savoring his session, stopping himself from cumming to keep it going longer.

He had an audience. Many watched the old lion jerk himself off with quiet contentedness. The lady that protested him exposing himself was now perfectly happy seeing the large penis out in the open. She let her mouth hang open and her tongue hang out. She wanted that dick-- in her mouth or in her vagina!

Bonnie was glad to have the closest seat to the show. The heavy shark girl had a wet spot on her pants and seat that she didn't care about. The owl man on the other side of Phillip, who was enjoying the show as well, had taken a pee in his pants. His crotch was soaked and the wet streams went down his legs, two small puddles on the floor. Was the owl man upset that he had an accident in public? No.

The bison beside him was once the owl man's wife, but marriage had ceased having any meaning at that point. The bison had a stain on the front of her dress and the thick smell that rose up from her seat told those around her that she had unleashed a massive load of crap onto herself. The bison lady had used her strength to tear her dress's top so that her huge breasts could get out. The hippo lady beside the bison enjoyed the view and even reach over to feel those breasts. The bison turned to the hippo and smiled, slime leaking from her mouth.

Phillip glanced at the horse girl again. She was getting anxious and ready to find her way out. She got up, streams down her legs and an odor coming up from behind her. Her incontinence wouldn't have deterred Phillip if he had noticed-- he wanted to have sex with that horse girl!

Bonnie glanced at the lion's huge cock. Such a thick cock was a wonderful sight! Bonnie crept a hand over to it and placed her fingers on the tip. Phillip's pumping wrist knocked the shark girl's fingers but his smile at her signaled he was ok with the touch.

The shark girl leaned down as took a big tongue to the tip of his cock. The lion's fapping sped up and when that tongue curved the outside of his bellend, Phillip bit his tongue.

He couldn't help it. With his wrist cranking on himself with lightning speed, the man leaned back and roared as his cock fired jizz into the air! He roar and spurted come everywhere! It got on his lap, the arms of his chair, the back of the chair and on the hawk man sitting in front of him!

This grabbed the attention of more than already were watching him. A fully naked goldfish man was passing by when he heard Phillip's mighty roar and glanced at the show of the lion man ejecting his essence into the vincinity. The goldfish man smiled and urked at the lion, but then carried on by.

The rhino behind Phillip tried crawling over the seat to get a better look and maybe a feel. She split between the lion and the owl, the owl annoyed by the rhino's clumsy attempts at getting close to the lion cock. The owl man grunted at the rhino when her horn smacked his cheek, but she ignored it to reach at the lion's cock!

She put her hand on it, feel the life drain out of the member as it turned flaccid. She missed her opportunity to feel up a nice big lion cock, it seemed. The maine coon that occupied her seat saw a nice rhino ass in front of her and clapped a hand on it, feeling up that rhino's big smooth rump. The rhino didn't react-- not from the hand touch and not when the cat lady took her hands on the rhino's pants and tried tugging them down. The belt was putting up a fight so the maine coon tugged harder, pulling the rhino down and tossing her into a seat. She looked back at the maine coon and huffed at the curious beast, wanting her to stop. The maine coon lady meowed at her.

Niles had gotten the door opened. He went inside and Cassandra followed him, curious to see what was in the new room.

It was darker than the auditorium but the door behind them swung almost to a complete close so the crowd outside was muffled and that back room was quiet. There was plenty of open space Niles and Cassandra walked on the smooth wooden floor, bare feet plapping on the finished surface.

Cassandra wandered over to a pedestal where a book rested. She looked at the book, flapped through some pages, but felt nothing as she no longer able to read the language it was written in. She slapped the book onto the floor and moved on.

Niles looked over at the frog lady. He didn't mind her company but the bat didn't think she made a good exploration partner. The bat boy scratched his head and knocked his glasses off center although he couldn't be bothered to fix them.

He found a console with some switches and wiped his hand down the console, flipping a few of them but the power was not on anymore and wouldn't do anything. He found a pile of sandbags and pushed and kicked them around but got bored of that pastime quickly.

He saw Cassandra walking around and at that angle he could really glance at Cassandra's chest. It was stick out like the shelf at the end of a cliff. He walked over, her not noticing his approach, and reached out to touched the top of her chest. She looked over at him, confused. She grunted like she was asking what was up.

Niles stared at her inviting cleavage. He followed her around as she pulled on various ropes hanging from the ceiling. A bulge formed on the bat's pissed pants-- a big meaty thump wanting the frog lady's body.

Cassandra wandered some more, finding a cart of coat hangers to push around, but then noticed Niles staring at her, mouth agape and dick wanting escape. There was a lot of meat hiding in his trousers-- Cassandra could tell. She walked up and put a hand on his crotch, her hand getting wet from his tinkled drawers. She didn't mind any wetness and was happy to confirm that small bat boy had a mighty cock!

Niles giggled excitedly loving the way the frog lady's fingers poked the bottom of his shlong. He giggled like an idiot and let his penis inflate. Cassandra rubbed down there and that made his cock even more excited. Cassandra leaned over and took her hands at Niles' pants, trying to remove the pesky wears.

His belt was holding up his peed slacks but he flexed his butt a certain way and leaned to the side and the belt got passed his hips. They got caught on his hardened penis but Cassandra was persistent and tugged on them until they fell off his waist.

His huge cock was poking out of his wet underwear. That article was not nearly as difficult to remove and Cassandra snatched them off and let them fall down to join his pants. The bat boy's cock was in the wide open-- Niles himself feeling aroused just by being naked.

Cassandra petted the rod and moaned wantingly. She looked down at her own clothes and tugged at the dress skirt to no avail. Niles stumbled getting out of his pants but once he was free and walking around with his legs unshackled by threads, he walked over to the frog lady and lifted up her skirt. All that was underneath was a pair of pissed and crapped panties around her flabby legs. Niles held up the skirt to Cassandra, grunting at her to take it.

The frog lady took her skirt and Niles ripped off the panties. Some fecal matter fell out, onto the floor, but Niles looked around and tossed the crapped undergarments into the distance, landing with a splat that echoed around the room.

They relocated to a cleaner part of the floor and the frog lady got down on the ground; on her hands and knees. She reached back to lift up her dress before Niles got behind there and lifted it for her. On his knees, Niles' cock hung in the air, bouncing up and down as the bat shuffled trying to get Cassandra's dress to stay up on her back. Once it was settled, the bat positioned himself-- his hips to her ass cheeks-- and docked inside.

Niles positioned himself properly and got thrusting. Thus began their plap-plap. Cassandra's skirt falling back on Nile's body it didn't get in the way or interfere with their sex. They stared into space with big smiles, drooling on themselves.

It was the bat poking a hard cock into the frog lady's sex and the frog taking it. It was the wonderful plap-plap. The plaps echoed across the room, up into the rafters. Their smacks covered the rumble and clatter of the crowd and chaos outside.

They grunted. The man-made "cave" around them might as well have been a real cave. They were two animals in the wild, needing to mate.

Cassandra felt a part of her cave wasn't being scratched. She shifted but Niles' cock wasn't getting it. She crawled forward to pull out then turned on her back to face the bat boy. He was confused for a moment but then Cassandra lifted her feet and spread out her legs. She didn't have to do anything more to communicate what she wanted.

Niles wiggled forward and got set for another round of fucking but Cassandra's dress hung over her cunt like a wedding veil. Niles tugged at it and grew annoyed enough to tear it down the center. Cassandra's favorite dress and the bat boy was tearing it like a piece of paper. The frog lady's mind was so gone she couldn't even comprehend possessions, let alone clothes.

With a space cleared for Niles' entry, he stuck it in her again. Cassandra's stare went dreamy. What a nice dick inside of her. The bat got thrusting and that spot that demanded his dick got scratched. She folded her toes and drooled in relief!

Niles stared at the lady. She was old but she had such a nice figure, he couldn't help but think of her as an ideal mate. The way her breasts jostled and Niles thrust into her was a joy to watch. The bat boy reached up and tugged on Cassandra's dress. What would she care if her mate was trying to rip her top open?

He pulled and one breast came out. Bare nipple out in the open. He smiled and spilled some drool down his chin. He pulled some more and the other tit got loose, both flailing around as the bat rocked into her.

It was too sexy for the horny and dumb bat guy. He let himself go, his seed boiling and flowing out of him into the hot old frog lady. His huge bat cock exploded inside her, filling her wet cavern with his milk. He leaned up and roared!

Cassandra got excited too and grunted loudly but before she hit her limit, the bat boy had finished his cum and pulled out. Cream drizzled down the frog lady's taint. The bat's wet cock dripped on the floor. He gasped for air. Cassandra was left with a tingling vagina and a need to fill that hole!

Once he got his breath, Niles got up to stretch his legs. The bat boy walked around, bareass and sticky cock hanging out in front of him. He wouldn't go far-- he knew his horny would return and he would need a second round inside his frog lady.

Cassandra slapped her vagina. She still wanted it [i]bad[/i]. She slapped her pussy and ooked up into the air.

The rim of her dress was grinding into the bottom of her breasts. It was time to get the article off. She pinched and pulled her dress, trying to find a way to slide it off but she hadn't the ability to understand clothing so she got frustrated and began tearing at her dress-- the article once a favorite.

She tore her dress down the front, splitting it down the middle. The dress hung off her shoulders and arms like a house coat, the front of her body fully exposed-- her tits, her vag, and all the flab that came with advanced age.

She had an easier time getting the dress off once she took one of her arms out. She left the thing on the floor and walked around, completely naked.

Niles looked over and saw the naked lady and got a boner. It was time to fuck once again. He walked over in a hurry but when he stood before her, boner raising in front of him, he looked at the threads on his body and knew that had to change.

He grabbed at his sleeve, then his collar, trying to get out of the strange wraps on his chest. It took many tugs but eventually the buttons and threads holding the topwear on his body gave way. He didn't have the strength to rip the clothing off outright but the fabric stretched out enough so that he could get his arms out of the sleeves and let the article drop to his feet.

He stepped out of his clothes and the bat and frog lady stared at each other. They smiled. Niles had a rockin' hardon in front of him and Cassandra was moist. They were both naked-- the true animals they were. Nearby were the remnants of their clothes they once treasured when they were still zoomans. But not anymore.

Niles walked forward and took Cassandra by his sides. He leaned in to kiss the frog lady on the lips, his cock sliding between her thighs and rubbing up against her taint. Cassandra moaned with pleasure.

The old gal couldn't wait a second longer! She got on the floor and didn't let her advanced age get in the way of her stretching out. She parted her legs and showed the bat boy that she wanted his loving. Niles giggled and got down on top of her, sliding his big cock inside.

He took her knees and got to work. Only a second passed before they were in the process, porking and grunting like hungry pigs. Niles pumped his knees to push himself forward and that massive cock he had slid up Cassandra's sex tunnel and got her in the back.

Cassandra moaned, her gaze dulling. Niles' dick dug into her and it was good. It rubbed up against her flesh walls and made her sensors sing. It was the pleasurable friction, the grind that she desired.

She inflated her sac, and then let the air out. Her ribbits were quiet.

The two slowed down into a gentle rocking into each other. They were two beasts, barely a thought between them. The backstage had no meaning to them and they didn't understand it but it was as good a place to mate as any. Niles lodged his cock in and pulled it out, Cassandra's vulva being dragged in and out as the large beast sawed into her.

Niles picked up speed. His plapping got faster and he grunted louder. His grip on Cassandra's thighs tightened. The frog lady spread out her legs as far as she could, lifting them up into the air in a V. She wasn't going to let age get in the way of her opening her door like she was throwing a housewarming party!

Cassandra showed off a big smile alongside her inflated sac. She wiggled her hips and kicked her feet out. The bat boy's cock was digging her diamonds! With her mind drained, she couldn't know if she could still have children but deep down she wanted to the boy to get her [i]pregnant[/i]!

She squirmed and moaned. She let out a heft [b]"RIBBBBITTTT"[/b] and cream escaped her. She gripped the floor as best as her froggy hands could and jostled her legs while cream poured down her sewer. At where the bat's cock met her vagina, liquid peeked out of them holes and dripped on the floor.

Niles grunted and drooled. He couldn't hold it in and loosened his faucet. Jism pumped up his shaft and exploded inside the frog lady. His dick shot out like a bottle of champagne popped open! He curled his toes and joyfully fired into her, passing her his seed like he was carrying too much.

They rammed together happily, jizz flying on the floor and splashing on their legs. They grunted and squeaked and ribbited and moaned. They let their essences burst at each other and mix!

Once their cums were done, Niles dislodged from the frog lady and suddenly the lady wasn't looking so hot. He had done his deed and was ready to move on. Cassandra wasn't too different. The bat boy was a nice fuck but she wanted to find a nice place to rest. They walked to different parts of the backstage.

Niles felt a pressure within him. He stopped in the middle of the floor, squatted down, and crapped out a load onto the wooden surface below. His ear twitched and the bat stared out into space while he did it, but there was some *PPPPPT* and *ppt* and the bat left a load of crap on the ground for other people to avoid.

He left the scene, uncaring of the nasty thing he did.

The beasts had found a way out. They found a door up the stairs and one of the larger people bust it down. Light from outside shone into the auditorium, showing all the unruly beasts the way out should they want to leave. It was a regular-sized door so extra-tall people had to duck down to get out but an exit was an exit.

Phillip remained in his seat, relaxing in his stupidity. His cock hung out. Everyone had gone because the show was over. There were no seats around him occupied. Maybe he should have left, the lion wondered? But to where? He had no memory of the world outside.

Before he would leave, he had to go. He took his penis, shifted his butt, and then let it [i]flow[/i] out of him. After a second of the lion's face relaxing and stillness, there was a [b]*pssssssss*[/b] and the lion was spraying everywhere!

Pee got on the seats in front of him, over the back and on the cushion. It got on the floor. There was thump when the lion directed the stream right into the leather casing. The pee dripped down onto the floor. Phillip didn't really care where he was shooting it so it got on his pants and the floor, too.

That wasn't all, though. Phillip's bowels crackled, there was a [b]*frrrrrt*[/b] that shook his seat and his sphincter opened to allow large logs of lion crap to enter his underwear. He didn't mind. The feeling of relief and the soft, warm caress of poop bundling up around his butt was pleasant for the old lion!

His peeing stopped, having let out all of his leonine tinkle. His crapping was loud and the form of his pooped pants stretched out to the side. He rumbled and let out a quiet roar to celebrate his pooping of the pants!

The odors hit the air and he was proud of his batch!

Phillip had gone. He was ready to move on. He got up, letting his pants sag below his waist. The threads were now imprisoning articles. He pushed down on his waistline and let the pants fall to his feet. The crap he ejected into them weighed the pants down to the floor. Bits of the matter fell of his butt but if it was inpolite, he didn't care. He stepped out of his pants and walked towards the aisle.

Walking up the stairs towards the light of the exit, Phillip looked over at the seats. There were a lot of discarded clothes, many with piss stains or bumps of fecal matter. There were lots of wet spots on the seats, evidence that many people were sitting down when they lost so much intelligence that potty-training ceased to exit.

Some of them were fucking in this aisles. It didn't look comfortable when Phillip saw a goose lady getting plowed by a badger man on the stairs but what did he know?

As he approached the doors, the smell of smoke hit his nose. Something was burning! Phillip squinted at the afternoon light. Was something going on?

He walked out into the lobby, the pane-glass windows around the room allowing ample light into the area. The lobby was illuminated, even if the power was out and none of the ceiling lights functioned. Murmurs came from outside, like every animal around was calling for a mate! The smell of smoke was prominent.

There was a rabbit man and a lizard man in the corner eating the leaves off of a potted plant. Phillip ignored them. There was also an orca woman, standing by the door, looking out into the sun.

Phillip walked up and growled.

The orca woman turned to him. She was still wearing her clothes-- an olive green shawl over a red and blue pattern blouse. Her pants were black and striped. She was in her mid-forties one would assume if they could grasp age as a number. Surprisingly, she hadn't soiled herself.

The orca woman moaned at Phillip. Phillip walked closer and she took a hand to his head. Phillip moaned, accepting of the caress. He looked down at her large bosom and rode a hand over her massive mound, squishing his hand into the point where her nipple would have been. The pantsless lion let an erection come over him.

The orca woman looked over at the door. A gentle breeze came in from the door, the emergency lockdown activated so the hydraulics pushed the door opens to let everyone out. The woman took the lion's hand and walked him outside, the lion's cock bouncing in arousal.

Outside was a different story. There were pillars of smoke rising across the city. The smell of fire was rampant. There were cries and screams, roars and howls all over the landscape. Down the hill where the theater stood there was a huge fire-- a crashed plane with its flames spreading across the fields.

Phillip and the orca woman lead away from the plane, worried about its flames. The plane wasn't the only thing that was on fire. The two passed a pickup truck that had its front covered in flames.

They walked by it but just as they were out of reach of the fire's heat: [b]*KABOOOOOM!*[/b] The thing exploded and knocked both of them forward. The two beasts were terrified, Phillip scrambling on the ground and the orca running away on all fours, her bellowing as she got out of there!

Phillip had ringing in his ears and slapped his head to make it go away. His survival instincts told him to get away from there and he ran into the weeds to evacuate the area.

He looked back over by the pickup truck. He didn't know what happened but the fires settled. He didn't want to go back over the way anyway. It seemed dangerous. He looked all around. Where did the orca go?

His hearing returned and he heard the orca woman hyperventilating. She was nearby! He followed the sound to see the orca woman sitting over a hill coming off the theater's paved road. She was shaken, but Phillip went up to her and grunted at her, rubbing her shoulder. She seemed ok, even if the explosion startled her so bad that she pissed her pants. Wet streams went down her legs but the orca was more concerned about whatever just "attacked" them just now than what she had done in her pants.

She shook off her rattles and allowed Phillip to help her up. Phillip spotted some trees in the distance that looked like a nice place to hide away from any explosions so they walked over that way.

The grasses at their feet felt good and even if the smell of smoke was in the air, the sun was shining bright on them and it was good on their fur/skin. Phillip allowed himself to get aroused again, reaching over to grope the orca woman's large breasts. When he slapped her left tit, the orca woman chuckled, drooling down her chin!

They entered the trees, shade shrouding their faces and they were alone. Phillip chuckled and grabbed the orca woman's breasts again. She seemed uninterested at first but as he kneaded her large tits, she relaxed and let him have his fun. She looked down and saw that lion's cock raising and got curious.

Phillip grabbed at the orca woman's blouse and pulled until the buttons popped. The orca woman was pulled around by the lion's forcefulness and was annoyed but she also wanted to get out of those pesky clothes so she put a hand up against the tree to give herself some balance while Phillip tried ripping those false skins off of her.

She bellowed as she flexed to help fight against the threads. Her blouse fell off, only the bra left on her huge bosom. Phillip tugged at the bra but it wouldn't tear off but after shoving it around it dislodged from the orca's tits and looped down her body.

Her tits were out, hard nipples at the front. Phillip smiled and leaned in to give a good lick one of the tips. It felt good so he planted his lips and sucked. The orca woman laughed, happy to have a mate grope and mack on her like that.

The two looked down at the orca's pants-- the pee cooling in the wind. They took all their hands on the waistline and although it chafed on her waist, the pants broke free of her hips and fell to the ground. A perky vagina was released into the wild, the orca woman loving the feeling of the breeze on her naked sex. She moaned with a smile!

The lion allowed the orca to step out of her wet pants. The orca then stared at the lion and gave a lusty look, smiling, giggling and drooling around her mouth.

She got down in the grass and spread out her legs, dusty feet aimed up at the lion. Phillip growled and went down on her like he was tackling prey. Firing right between the orca woman's legs, that huge cock jammed right into the orca's belly fat. Not exactly where she wanted it but a head that massive and bulbous touching anywhere on her body was a blessing.

Phillip rearranged himself, put his hands beside the orca's hips and slid that cock inside her. The orca twisted and went cross-eyed with the cock drilling deep into her earth. It dug into her, through her every layer and smacked down right in her core!

She moaned and squealed and Phillip got thrusting. Flabby ass in the air, and sac wagging around, the lion humped into the orca woman with a vengeance! He grunted with a wild smile on his face, leonine drool hanging off his lips. He giggled and snorted, so happy to feel that orca woman's plump thighs when he rammed into her.

Her ass on the ground, every time she was rammed, her butt cheeks shifted the dirt underneath. It felt good though. She liked the feeling of her ass in the dirt with blades of grass tickling her cheeks. She didn't mind the soil sticking to the legs she pissed on when she got scared by the car explosion earlier.

The orca ooked for Phillip and he ooked back. What a mate he had found! She was big, had nice bouncing tits, and had hips as wide as the sea. He took his hands to her side and let them sink into her comfortable fat. He hung out his tongue, so happy to feel up a flabby orca!

They mated, making noises of all kinds. Eventually, the orca woman pushed forward and Phillip laid on the ground, getting dirt all over his coat. The orca woman rode him for awhile. That dick towered up into her like a lightning rod, an object she could no longer comprehend.

It pierced her and broke away all the rock that kept her ram from breaking. She maoned and bellowed into the air! She could feel her barrier break down and when that lion thrust upwards the orca lady curled her toes, bowed her head, and let the jism flow. She rocked her body around Phillip's waist and leaked out her slimy essence while she clenched her fifsts and grunted under her breath.

The orca's juice splashed around Phillip's crotch and thighs and dripped down into the grass and dirt below. Phillip was engrossed by the sensation of lady juices sliding down his fur and it flipped his switch. He gripped the ground below and roared loudly. The old lion could still erupt a tremor with his leonine windbags! He roared and shook the trees and his cock fired a jetstream of cum into the orca lady. It [i]stung[/i] to have that lion cum inside her but the big orca lady rode it out like a storm. A painful, sexy storm.

Her canals were filled with the lion jizz. They expanded with the flood of his seed. The lion was old but his mighty testicles could supply a good amount of baby batter. The semen broke out of the cave and crept down Phillip's crotch, mixing in with the fur. It wasn't as sexy as having woman juice spray over him but it was gratifying nonetheless.

The two rocked until both were done their orgasms. The orca hoisted herself off and gasped while Phillip leaned up, spraining his back in the process, and rested against a tree.

After the sting of his back settled down and he got his breath, Phillip got taking off the rest of his clothes. The orca rested on the ground, loving the feel of dirt on her back. The spots where the two mated had a nice warmth.

It might have been a favorite outfit of Phillip's but he no longer cared for clothes and tore them off like the rags they were. He let out his bare furry chest and roared! He was a full animal now!

The two got their horny back and the orca lady got on her hands and knees, letting her round dusty ass tempt the lion man. Phillips licked his lips and smiled, taking the orca by her sides, kneeling down onto her, and sticking that big lion cock back inside her.

He let his body collapse on the orca's back. She was a strong lady, she could hold him. He rocked into her. Their legs smacked against each other but it was another bit of sensation that they loved. Two beast mating in some trees! What could be better?

What were they going to do after they were done? Look for food? Look for another mate? Maybe they would scope out the area and find a place to carve out a den. The skies were clear but rain might have come later.

The lion could feel the urge come upon him and his testicles loosened to let a deluge of seed fire down his hose. He sprayed inside the orca lady and flooded her hole once again. Jism dripped from between their legs and splashed onto the ground.

The orca followed. She let her juice exploded and her cavern blasted Phillip's cock. It spritzed out where they connected and got on their legs and everything.

Another orgasm, another collapse. Phillip was careful not to get up too quickly but he sat against the tree against, letting his ragged rod rest on the dirt below.

The smell of fire was still in the air but it seemed distant. The sounds of a whole population brought down to an animal state roared all around the two, and they were a part of it. Grunts, shouts, roars, barks, neighs and all other squonks cried across the horizon.

Phillip was feeling hungry. Where was there to eat? He got up and looked around for some berries or anything. The orca lady got up to, following behind him at a spacious distant. Maybe the old lion would be up for another mating?

The theater door hung open. The hydraulics gave away when a big bear walked by and pushed the door off of its hinges. The open door allowed the evening breeze to blow inside. A particularly powerful gust carved into the doorway and pushed a stack of papers up into the air.

The gust took them and flew the papers out the door. They fluttered in the sky, one flying around the building and landing on the hood of a burning truck.

For a second, it was safe but a stray flame caught the corner of the pamphlet and set it on fire. 'The Heat of Her Loins' was printed on the sheet with the actors names written below, including Agatha's, and soon the fire consumed the entire page and all those names were gone.

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