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Few people were left in the office. Halima the microceratus wandered the hallways, checking to see if all the lights were off. With one hand at her hip and a gaze of allure, one had to wonder if she was presenting for an invisible admiring crowd. Her elegance was hard to ignore, even if there was no one around to ignore it.

Her suit matched her personality: a stunning blue and black pantsuit. The collar fanned out over her shoulders and there was a large mound out front to hold her large melon breasts. Her hips were wide and the pants glided down to her feet, which she wore heels that showed off her scaly instep.

Seeing that everyone was gone, Halima flicked off all the lights and then went to the front door. She reached into her purse to get her keys, but already there was Yamato-- a koala gentlemen who worked in quality inspection.

He jangled his keys. "I got it."

Halima smiled and took her hand out of her purse, zipping it up. She walked to the door. "Goodbye, Yamato."

"See you tomorrow, Halima," said Yamato, "And might I say that your speech today was most inspiring. 'A small company that can grapple the big future'-- wow! Did you take poetic writing in university?"

"No," said Halima, smiling, "but I've always had a knack for words. Why, the famous philosopher Urquat said that the more passionate we are about words, the more [i]zooman[/i] we are."

Yamato smirked. "Elegant as always."

Halima offered a quiet 'goodbye' then walked out the door, through the buildings halls to the elevator.

Halima drove home, the cityscape passing by as her car hummed down the highway. She checked her clock-- it was almost 9:00. She wanted to be home a little earlier, but she had time. The street lights flashing moments of sun into her car while she drove silently, radio turned down to be almost unhearable.

She checked the clock. 8:50. If she missed the call, her master would be [i]so[/i] disappointed.

Her home was a house in the suburbs. Big for a single woman, but she didn't mind the space. She walked in the door and set her purse on the table just inside, taking out her phone. She kicked off her heels and let out her bare scaly feet. She left the heels by the table.

She checked her phone. 8:57. She had made it. Her heart raced with anticipation. What if she didn't know what to do? Did she have time for a snack? No. Master would feed her.

She sat down on a chair in the lobby and waited. And then, her phone rang. She looked at the caller: 'MASTER'.

She hit the green phone icon and brought the phone to her head. Clearing her throat, she spoke: "Arf?"

"I'll be there in a couple minutes," said the voice on the other end, "My pet better be [i]naked[/i] and on all fours by the time I get there. Don't worry-- I got a collar this time."

The phone hung up. Halima left the phone on her chair, letting it glow idly. [i]Naked[/i], he said. The dino lady unbuttoned her suit and pulled off the jacket, dropping it to the floor. She unbuttoned the shirt underneath and let out her large breasts. The shirt fell to the ground too, the lady stepping on it without any cares. She reached behind, breathing excitedly, and unclipped the bra. When it got loose, she let it fall to the floor. Only [i]people[/i] cared about putting things away nicely.

Her breasts. Big suckers. Many envy of male, female, and non-binary. She reached down and unzipped her pants. Down the pants fell, bundling on her scaly feet. She stepped out of the pants and kicked them against the wall. Then the panties. They went down her legs and onto her ankles. She kicked them off.

She was naked. Naked in her lobby: tits, ass and vagina out for anyone to see. She got down on the floor. On her hands and knees, and warmed up her panting. She hung her tongue and breathed. She leaned up and gave a small bark into the air. She was getting good at barking-- master was going to be so proud.

A car was heard pulling in. Halima got excited, so happy to see her master! The door opened, closed and then some steps went up the front of her door. With a turn of the knob, the door opened.

Vince walked inside, a middle-aged rat wearing a leather jacket over a white shirt, and a pair of dark brown slacks. On his feet were some toeless shoes.

He looked down at Halima and smiled. The microceratus lady was surrounded by clothes-- the zooman skin she had said.

"There's my little angel," said Vince. "Have you been good while I was gone?"

Halima put her hands out front, tented her knees out and gave a proud bark! Vince walked up and rubbed a hand over her head. Halima panted happily.

Vince had a collar with him, a red one. He put it over Halima's head and snapped it in. He also had a leash and connected it with the collar. He went to the door, holding the leash around his wrist while he went through Halima's purse for her keys.

Bringing Halima out the door, he locked it behind him. Halima walked on all fours the short ten feet to the car. Vince opened up the passenger door for his dino pet, and Halima climbed in, sitting still while Vince fastened her in. Vince tossed the leash inside the car and closed the door.

The rat got in the driver's seat and got the car going. Driving away from Halima's house, he looked at the girl. She sat still, tongue hanging out of her mouth, looking at the world with the wonder of a dumb mutt.

He reached over and scritched her chin. Halima drooled happily.

"There's going to be a big turnout at the park," said Vince, "so you'll have plenty of playmates!"

Vince looked over at his pet microceratus. The bitch had nice large breasts, where the scales softened to a sheen the closer they got to the areolas. Her hips were curved like a Greek goddess. He peeked over the dino's lap to see her puss-- a powerful thing.

The rat tried to not stare so long. A master ogling his pet? He knew better than to have fantasies of bestiality.

The ride was quiet. Vince leaned over to pet his dino's head.

He drive took them to the outskirts of the city to a park that was once an arbortoreum. On those nights where it was 'pet time', the gate was kept closed, but not locked. Vince got out of his car, unlocked the gate to push it open, drove the car through, and then got back out to seal the gate behind him.

As he drove down a curved road towards the main lawn, Vince and Hatima got a good look of everyone. Masters played with their pets all around. Vince and Hatima watched as a master-- a young dog boy-- tossed a frisbee into the air and a pet-- a fish lady-- caught it in her mouth.

Vince reached into the back seat and brought up a frisbee. Hatima saw the toy and smiled, panting with joy!

The rat master parked in the lot, where there were about two dozen other vehicles present. Vince got out and then opened the door for Hatima, taking off her belt and taking her leash. Hatima stepped out of the car like a normal zooman person before getting down on all fours like a dog.

They walked over to the lawn where a number of people and their pets were hanging out. Right beside Vince's spot was Katrina and Paul-- a cheetah lady and a seabass man. They were dressed in fairly nice attire, including shoes, but at their feet was Russell-- an 18 year old cheetah boy in a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and a collar attached to the leash in Katrina's hand. Shoeless. Normally, Russell was the couple's son, but on those nights he was a pet.

"Salutations, Vince," said Katrina. "How are you tonight?"

"I'm ok," said Vince. "How are--" he looked at the couple and then down at the cheetah boy on the ground-- "you and your adorable cat doing?"

"We're fine," said Paul.

Russell walked over to a pet bowl left out on the grass. He dipped his head into the food-- some kind of pasta-- and got chomping. He ate, chewing with his mouth open and getting chunks of noodle splashing everywhere. Hatima stared, licking her lips.

"Oh that's right," said Vince. "I don't think Hatima got fed yet tonight."

"We figured," said Paul, reaching over to the surface of his SUV to pick up a bowl with pasta inside. He walked it over to Hatima and set it down in front of her. With a big smile, Hatima got devouring the food.

The trio of masters chuckled. "Someone built up an appetite," said Vince.

Vince let Hatima eat, and then took her for a slow walk around the park. There were many others there-- many masters with their pets on leashes. The pets; only a few of them were naked as Hatima. There was a young couple with a pet hawk man who was stripped down to bone. His hefty penis was out in the open.

The dick caught Hatima's eyes and she tried walking over towards the hawk man, pulling Vince her way.

"Not that way, pet," said Vince.

Hatima went back to Vince's side and walked around the park. When they got back around Vince's car, Vince walked over to the window and slipped his hand in to get the frisbee. Hatima barked when she saw it.

Vince took off Hatima's leash. With that freedom, Hatima was able to run around with grace. Vince tossed the frisbee up in the air and Hatima jumped into the air and snatched it with her hooked mouth. Big smile on her face and drool slathered on the frisbee. Vince grimaced when he took the frisbee and felt the slime.

He tossed it again and was impressed with how well Hatima could run on all fours. Her arms and legs worked like a industrial contraption with how complicated yet accurate their movements were. She caught it again, hopping up into the air with her body stretched out like a dog would. She snatched the toy and landed with grace, her arms and legs transition back into a pleasant trot as she rotating around and-- with frisbee in mouth-- walked back to Vince.

They tossed the frisbee for awhile, but something got going in the park. Various pets were racing one edge of the park to another. Some of the masters joined in, herding the pets to the proper edge of the park and shouting "Go!" to make the race formal.

Hatima saw a few of them run past her so she chased them, smiling and running with her tongue hanging out, whipping drool into the wind. Vince called Hatima over to the started line so that she could enter the race officially.

The dino lady sat at the starting line like a dog, her legs out. Beside her was a turkey woman in a pink blouse and dark brown shorts. She stared out into the world is a ponderous disposition. The turkey woman's toes caressed the grass below. To Hatima's left there was a swordfish gentleman. Buff with heavy arms. Shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of pants-- rather fancy pants for a pet. His clawless feet were wider than most.

A couple positions down was someone who caught Hatima's eye. It was a lion man-- an older one judging by the gray and white in his mane and fur. But he was handsome, and when had there ever been a lion without a huge penis? The lion wore a bronze leather coat over a white shirt and a pair of browning gray pants. His feet were wide and powerful, and their claws were large.

"Go!" shouted one of the masters.

Hatima took off running towards the other end of the lawn. With her superior running abilities, she was able to outrun most. A chubby frog man was outpacing her. A weight problem and pretty rigid clothing-- how was that man beating her?

She didn't pay it any mind. She saw that the old lion man was keeping up. Truly, he was a catch and Hatima wanted to introduce herself.

The dino lady was one of the first people to reach the other side. No one was keeping serious track of who was running though. Hatima raced back towards the starting line and Vince was there to cheer at her and rub her cheeks. A good scritch under her cheeks made Hatima's eyes go back in her head with ecstasy.

The next race, Hatima positioned herself closer to the lion man. There was a chameleon boy in between them, but Hatima was closer to her target. When the race began, instead of focusing on winning, Hatima sided over to race behind the man and get a good look at him. He was older, yes, but his face was powerful.

She raced beside him a few times, hoping that her scent would catch the lion's nose but no such luck.

The pets were starting to get tired, so the masters called off the races. The pets walked back to their masters. Hatima went back to Vince but kept an eye out for the lion man. She saw the lion, walking up to his heron master.

"Jasper!" said the heron lady, sounding disappointed. "Why didn't you tell me you needed to go?"

Then Hatima got a view at the lion man's pants, and there was a large spot of wetness on them she didn't notice before.

The heron lady snerked and petted the lion man's mane, addressing some concerned peers. "Forgive him. He's not fully housebroken yet."

Maybe the lion man wasn't [i]that[/i] desirable.

Vince walked Hatima around the park some more, the dino pet lady liking to bite out flowers, realize that flowers taste terrible, and then cough them out prompting Vince to chuckle at his pet's foolishness. He patted her back. After running around, Hatima's muscles were looking extra tight.

There were others walking their pets to. Coming Vince and Hatima's way was Dierdre and Terry. Dierdre, the master, was a quail woman dressed in elegant clothes and open-toe heels. Terry was a python boy-- about 25 years of age. He was dressed in a university hoody and blue jeans. His clawless feet were bare, the gray-brown scales easy to see.

Dierdre smiled. "Nice night we're having?"

Vince smiled back. "Indeed."

Dierdre looked down at Hatima and admired her master for getting her to be naked. Maybe if Dierdre was bolder, she would have gotten her pet to be naked. She looked down at Terry-- she knew what the python boy looked without any clothes on but she never showed it off publically.

Terry looked at Hatima and was bewildered by her sexy naked body. Her tits hung off of her body like beehives, her ass was smoother than marbles, the soles of her feet were bumped in just the right way, and her vagina was calling to him. He stared... and drooled.

As the masters chatted, Terry crawled over and stuck his nostrils right into Hatima's crotch. Dierdre and Vince watched, hoping this wouldn't lead to anything bad. Hatima flinched, but then looked back and saw that she was being checked out by a handsome young man.

The dino lady crawled over to Terry and put a hand on his chest, barking and panting with desire.

"Seems like your dinosaur here wants to be friends with my python," said Dierdre.

Vince pointed down at Terry's crotch. "It goes both ways." Dierdre looked down to see a boner on Terry's pants.

"Oh," said Dierdre. She smiled and shrugged. "You wouldn't mind if he...?"

Vince nodded. "Go ahead."

Dierdre grinned down at her python pet. "Go ahead, boy! Get it on!"

Terry jumped on Hatima's ass and got ramming. He smacked Hatima's hindquarters with unrestraint force. He grunted and let his mouth hang open as he did it but he was happy to hump the pretty lady.

Thing is, Terry forgot to pull down his pants.

"Terry!" said Dierdre, fighting a snicker. "Let me help you with that!'

Dierdre reached down and unbuckled the snake's belt, and then lowered his zipper. She tugged the pants down enough that the python boy's python flopped out, already a good 10 inches long.

Vince blushed. The pet was more hung than he was!

Terry climbed up Hatima once again, stuck his cock in, gave it a few pumps to make sure it was right. Yep, that's how it was supposed to be. The python got into a mania of thrusting. His waist smacked Hatima's buttcheeks and made them wobble with joy.

Hatima's eyes went up and the dumb dino let a mouth hang open and a tongue flop out. She panted while the handsome young snake plapped her behind.

Across the lawn, other pairs of roaming beasts were getting the idea. Masters removed the pants of their pets and the pants would get fucking.

Vince watched the stranger's python bone his pet. He watched Hatima's cheeks crunch with arousal. He watched Hatima claw the grass underneath her. He watched her thighs jostle each time the snake boy pounded her.

The rat man blushed. He tried not to having feelings for his pet but her body shape was so appealing.

He got a boner. He looked down and confirmed it-- a small bump poking out the front of his pants. Dierdre noticed it too, and offered him a light shrug like it didn't really matter. It happened sometimes-- masters wanting their pets. It was an uncomfortable fact of life when you owned pets.

Hatima and Terry had a good session. They mated so wildly Terry's pants fell to his ankles. Once they were done, Terry took off his slacks. Vince and Dierdre walked the two pets around the park to see what others were up to, Dierdre carrying's Terry's grass-stained slacks in her arms.

They went over to check on a few other masters watching their pets mate. It was Paul and Katrina-- Paul's arm over Katrina's shoulder-- watching their pet Russell mate with the turkey woman. The turkey woman's owner-- a tall and slender horse lady, watched her pet get boned by a much younger cheetah boy.

Vince approached and chuckled. "Enjoying the show, guys?"

Katrina smiled over her shoulder. "Very!"

While Hatima and Terry rested in the grass, Vince and Dierdre took to the side of their master friends. They were just in time to see Russell and the turkey lady climax, Russell roaring a sharp roar and the turkey lady screeching into the air. Fluids dripped off of the lady's cooch down into the grass.

Everyone clapped. It was a spectacular show.

Russell unhinged his cock from the turkey's netherspace and many were taken aback. The piece was [i]huge[/i]. The young cheetah had a penis that was over a foot long and quite thick.

"Wow!" said Vince. "You're pet is--" he cleared his throat-- "going to make a lot of other pets [i]very[/i] happy!"

"Indeed," said Paul. "We're shopping him around with others. I'm hoping by the end of this year, we can get him breeding."

Breeding. Vince thought for a moment, looking over at Hatima and Terry in the grass. Maybe there was something to it.

Russell got his horny back and went over to Hatima in the grass. With such a large cock, Hatima had to spread her legs for the adorable cheetah boy and had a nice mate with the fellow, howling with joy as that big schlong drilled her crotch.

But after she was done with Russell, she needed to find Terry again. When she found the snake man, she tried tugging off Terry's clothes with her teeth before Dierdre stepped in and undressed Terry fully. Bare chest and erect cock, Terry was ready to have sex with Hatima-- naked like the beasts they were.

They went at it for another long session. Paul and Katrina joined in to watch the beautiful dino lady take so much cock from a chunky python boy.

After six orgasms, Vince knew it was time to take Hatima home. He put the leash back on and brought Hatima to his car, but before the night was over, he asked Dierdre for some contact information. He wanted to see her and Terry again soon.

Before Hatima was allowed in the car, Vince put down some newspaper on the seat. Hatima only had an [i]occasional[/i] incident, but he put the paper down for the jism that was going to excrete out of her pussy.

They got in the car, Vince drove out of there (a person by the gate to open and close it this time), and the two went home.

Vince couldn't wait long before he had to contract Dierdre. The two would get lunch, bringing along their pets. They met an outdoor eatery where Hatima and Terry joined them-- both of them dressed up as nicely as their masters, albeit with collars on their necks.

The eatery was active, with other people sitting around and chatting.

The pets sat quietly. Pets weren't meant to talk. The conversation was exclusively for the masters.

"What a nice time we had the other day," said Dierdre.

"Indeed," said Vince. "I'm sure this little lady would agree." He eyed at Hatima. It would have been an ideal time to pet her head, but they were in public and needed to keep the pet stuff on the down-low.

"My!" said Dierdre, clutching her chest. "My little Terry sure made good work with your Hatima, didn't he?"

Terry looked over at Hatima. Hatima took her eyes on the young python boy. They shared a gaze.

Vince chuckled. "I would say. They hit it off like a couple of squirrels in spring."

"I concur," said Dierdre. "Terry's never been so playful with another pet."

Vince smiled. "Truly? Well then... I have a question to ask: what would you say to getting these two wonderful pets to [i]have children[/i] with one another?"

Hatima's eyes went wide. Terry stared at the dino lady, huge boner going up his pant leg.

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