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The mongoose looked in the mirror as he dropped his toothbrush in the cup by the sink. The predatory male grinned. He checked his perfect white teeth for anything he might have missed. He searched his fur for any blemishes. Confident he'd prepared himself well enough, the mongoose stepped out.

The otteress who waited for him smiled. "It took you long enough. What were you doing in there? Getting your hair did?"

The mongoose spoke with a rich Italian accent, "I am only making sure I am not in anyway a disappointment for you, mia cara. After all, you are paying me for my services, I have to look my best."

The otteress, already in her lingerie, spread her legs for the mongoose, beckoned him closer. "The only best I want from you tonight is your dick."

The mongoose laughed off her forwardness. "I am sure I can help you with that."

Minutes later, the otter was breathless in ecstasy from the surreal sexual prowess of this mysterious male she ran into earlier at a bar.

The mongoose as she saw seemed to be in his early to mid thirties. He wasn't a bodybuilder type, but he was definitely handsome. He had muscles. He had...

"Oh my god!" She cried out as he pushed her into another climax.

The mongoose grinned smugly as he saw the many faces she was making.

Finally, when he could no longer hold himself, the mongoose spoke, "Would you like for me to pull out?"

Absentmindedly, she shook her head.

He threw his head back with a light growl.

The otteress and mongoose laid together afterward. He smoked a cigarette. She bummed a smoke off him.

"For a mongoose, you sure fuck good."

The mongoose chuckled. "Thank you. Believe it or not, it's not often that I'm complimented on how good I am. Not in this line of work."

The otter sat up. She held his chest, kissed his neck.

"Can you go a couple more times, baby?"

He blew smoke in a perfect ring. "I'm here all night."

The mongoose awoke the next morning. He heard the shower in his bathroom just as it had shut off.

The otteress stepped out later. She sat on the bed and kissed him. "Thank you for the night." She took 200$ from her purse then gave it to him. "If I'm ever in Rome again, you think we could meet for another weekend like this?"

He sighed, "I rarely meet a woman more than once, but if I saw you again, I'd be happy to give you a free one then." He smiled.

She kissed him again then stepped out.

He did not even bother to get up and lock his front door. He just sighed and laid back.

...

Giovanni was his name. He was a gigolo. Not the type of job his mother would have approved of, but he enjoyed it. It made him good money and he loved meeting clients every weekend.

He would wake up after each conquest, then he would work out. Pushups, handstands, lunges, stretches, all in the nude. Then, he would shower. He wasn't an OCD, compulsive type, but he liked being clean. No woman would spend a night with a man of poor hygiene.

Only after a strict, thorough morning regimen, would he feed himself. The mongoose could cook for himself, but he preferred to eat out. He would leave his luxury fourth story apartment every morning to buy himself a quick but healthy breakfast, then he would go to the gym.

Here Giovanni would continue to exercise. The mongoose kept a very strict schedule. He chose the profession of a male escort for lonely females; he had to adhere to the tight, backbreaking work it took to keep himself in shape.

It was only at nighttime when he would allow himself a bit of fun. He would frequent one of many classy nightclubs around Roma. He would smoke, he would drink cocktails, he would flirt with the various women he met on his excursions. Most of the time, his charms worked. However, he wasn't perfect. He would sometimes come on strong. Forwardness in a male was a turnoff for many women. He would curse his own failure, return home.

Home. Roma was his home for the last ten years. He was 23 when he first came to this town. He came here with...

SCREECH!

Giovanni swerved to avoid the oncoming traffic. He stopped on the side of the road.

<Ah! Giovanni, get a hold of yourself! You fucking pussy... she left you, get over it.>

An officer knocked on his window.

Giovanni saw where he was. "Oh..."

<You need to move, sir. This is no parking.>

The mongoose nodded. <Okay, thank you.> He drove away.

Giovanni got home. He had unlocked the door to his apartment when he heard another door open from down the hall.

"Alessa..." he said.

The Dalmatian female stood outside her apartment as she always did when he came home. She was one of his few constant female companions. He hardly made a point of befriending everyone in the building, but if he had any... he'd come to consider her as one.

The mongoose lay on his back as the plus-sized Dalmatian bitch rode him, her breasts dangling over his face. He'd come to enjoy his times with her. Almost anytime, when he would strike out at the clubs, he would lay with her. Even if they did not screw, she offered a friendly ear to listen or shoulder for when he was low.

He climaxed and she laid beside him. She allowed him to use her breasts as pillows, like always. It was this sort of thing they had between each other. She would sometimes wish she could keep him, but she understood he had a broken heart. She had her own heartbreak; her husband left her, took her child in a custody battle and had her declared unfit because of her old habit. If it weren't for her job at the grocery store, if it weren't for her friendship with Giovanni, she'd still be an addict.

"Ti amo." She whispered to a sleeping mongoose.

...

Meanwhile...

In a dark part of Roma, a weasel was running for his life.

The man jumped over fences, ran through yards, anything to escape his pursuers. Then, he saw it. Salvation! He was this close to the finish line, this close to winning $10,000,000!

He tripped... He fell... He heard footsteps.

The weasel looked back with great reluctance and saw the wolf. The big hulking beast had in his right hand a mini-gun.

The weasel tried to get up. But, pain in his right leg prevented him. He had broken the knee.

<Game over, weasel.>

The wolf squeezed the trigger on his large weapon.

...

Giovanni woke up to a pleasing feeling. He opened his caramel brown eyes and he saw Alessa sucking his cock.

The Dalmatian bitch smiled up to him as she pleasured his most important tool. He didn't take long. He never took so long with Alessa. He came, she swallowed.

Alessa climbed up on top of the handsome mongoose and she kissed him.

"Why are you so good to me, Alessa?"

She giggled as she tickled his chin. "Why shouldn't I be?"

He groaned, "I don't deserve this. You know very well what I do, yet you treat me so well."

She shrugged, "I don't care what you do. You're a good guy. You have a good heart. Not to mention, your cock is exceptional." She giggled again.

He could feel himself hardening again. She felt it too.

"Let me help you with that, Gio."

He blushed. He never blushed with any woman, but he always did when Alessa used that nickname.

They made love again that morning.

Later, he left her as she slept, gave her a small kiss goodbye. He returned home and went directly to the shower as he had already missed his time for morning workout.

He returned to the club scene that night.

He sat at the bar and ordered his usual cocktail, a Corpse Reviver. He loved the name and he loved the kick he got when he drank it.

He immediately took notice of a female king cobra who had taken a seat two seats down from him. "A queen cobra?" He joked in his mind.

He rarely saw reptilian females. But the few he's had before... He enjoyed the exotic females the best.

The cobra with her golden slit eyes took notice of the amorous mongoose approaching him. She hissed playfully as she realized the irony, a mongoose preying on a cobra.

"Hello, might I trouble you, mia cara, for a cigarette? I forgot my pack at home." He lied. He always kept his cigarette pack in his right jacket pocket. She could probably even see it. Sure enough...

The cobra reached forward, yanked the pack from his jacket and displayed it for him. "I guess I found it for you." She had an accent. He couldn't place the nationality, but she was definitely not of Roma.

Sheepishly, he took the pack and placed one in his mouth.

She produced her lighter for him. "Here, in case you already lost this too."

He leaned in to the flame to light his cigarette.

She put it back in her red purse.

He took notice of her body in that brief moment of distraction. She was sexy. She was reptilian so she lacked breasts, but she was definitely all woman.

"Well, I have aided you in your search for lung cancer, what may I help you with now?"

Giovanni sat down. She had seen through his ruse, yet she still wanted to talk.

"Um..." He found his confidence. "I am Giovanni and I was wondering what a lovely flower such as you was doing sitting here all alone."

She cocked an eye at him. She answered, "I like being alone. It suits me. And, if you are trying to get your cock wet, you need to fix your game, Mister."

She had definitely made him now. He found words. "I don't know that I have to fix my game. I am a male escort. I've been doing this sort of thing for five years now and I dare say I have been quite successful."

She laughed. "So successful you have to remind yourself of it?" She flicked his nose.

He rubbed it. "Ow..."

She got up and walked away. He sighed. "Well there goes a month's pay."

She heard him. "Damn it." She turned back. "Look, if you're really so strung up, maybe I could oblige you, but that doesn't mean you're getting under my dress."

He nodded.

...

In Venice, the wolf was meeting with his employer in a dark hotel room.

The badger growled at the larger male. "Well? Where is it?"

The wolf produced from his heavy coat the medallion he took off last night's quarry.

The badger laughed. "Ah-ha... another cold million will be wired to your account, Ilya."

The wolf nodded. The badger stepped out of the wolf's hotel room.

"I'll definitely remember who to call the next time I find prey."

The wolf growled harshly, "Then next time, you will find someone more worthy of my efforts, badger. Otherwise..." He produced his mini-gun, "We will no longer do business together."

The badger gulped then closed the door.

...

Giovanni treated the cobra, Shari, to a dinner at a classy restaurant. It was a good thing she was dressed for such a place. Her smooth feminine shape in her bright white dress made quite a few heads turn as she was seated.

"I will admit. I did not expect you to put this much effort into a total stranger."

Giovanni laughed. "No woman is not worth any effort."

She smiled as a waiter approached.

The waiter took their orders then he walked away.

Shari got up. "If you'll please excuse me, I must use the ladies room, Giovanni."

He nodded. "Please be excused."

Shari was in the restroom. She checked her makeup in the mirror. She looked at herself in her form-fitting white dress. She shook her head. "Why do you suddenly care about how you look?" She sighed. "He is cute, he is nice. But, he is just another male." She cursed quietly in her native Arabic. She stepped out.

He was still there. Their food was there as well. She smiled and sat down to eat with him.

Giovanni paid full price for the meal. She was pleasantly surprised by that. She had honestly thought he was all talk, but he had money to back it up for sure.

He had next taken her to his favorite park. They sat together on a park bench.

She found herself leaning in when his arm came around her shoulders.

He now had a better chance to look her over as she snuggled so closely. Her scales were dark brown on top, tan around her softer parts.

She pulled away. "This is good... But I don't know you. I don't know if I can trust you quite yet."

Giovanni nodded. "Then, we can just do this, then I can drive you to your hotel and maybe tomorrow we can try again?"

Shari looked at him. "I have work tomorrow. I'm a lawyer."

Giovanni chuckled. "A cobra lawyer? You must intimidate a lot of fellows down there, huh?"

Shari laughed in the hissing way of snakes. "I do, but I'm really not the scary ice queen I make myself out to be. I've been burned, you see."

Gio nodded. "We have all been hurt by love once haven't we?"

Shari licked him. "I guess so..."

Gio bravely kissed her. She allowed it.

He drove her home after that.

She waited a moment. "You said earlier you were an escort? So women pay to sleep with you?"

The mongoose shrugged, "Sometimes sex is all a client wants and sometimes she genuinely wants a companion, a friend to keep her for a day or two."

Shari smirked. "But you do sleep with a lot of women, Giovanni?"

Gio nodded. "Yes, Shari, I sleep with a lot of women. It pays my rent, keeps me off the streets. I know my mother would hate to know I do this. Which makes it a good thing she's back home in D.C."

Shari would have blinked if she could. "You are American?"

"Yes. Giovanni is my real name, I am Italian, but I was born in Washington, D.C. I grew up there."

Shari tilted her head at him. "Maybe you are not as shallow as you seem."

He shook his head. "Oh no, I am quite shallow. I workout every morning to keep in shape just for this little job I made for myself. But thank you for the compliment."

She kissed him again. "Thank you for the night." She got out.

The mongoose caught himself watching the cobra's shapely butt as she went into to her apartment building. He drove off.

...

Alessa got him again that night, only this time as they made love, he could swear he saw Shari in her place. She noticed.

As the pair rested after their latest session, she asked him and he told her about the cobra.

Alessa spoke afterward, "Oh my, it sounds like my little Gio has found himself 'The One'." She joked while she hid the tear.

Gio looked up. "You think so? After so many, this one girl?"

Alessa petted him. "It sounds like it. You used the word enchanting, that's not the type of word someone just throws around."

The mongoose rested his head on Alessa's soft breasts, he sniffed a nipple close to his muzzle.

She giggled. "Go on."

He suckled her breast. He tasted milk.

She shrugged. "Phantom pregnancy, it happens with dogs."

He nodded and continued to drink while she petted him some more. Soon, he was ready for more than just milk.

They made love twice more this night.

...

Meanwhile, the wolf had fetched a little strumpet of his own to finish off his night.

The young Venetian mouse sat upon his lap, speared on his shaft as he thrust in and out of her tight pussy.

The wolf howled his ecstasy as he stuffed his fat knot in her, stretching her more than her mousey lips could take. She shrieked from the pain.

The wolf went to sleep instantly, the mouse still riveted to his hips by his fat cock.