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Just another day for Gosha.

Just another day for a Komodo dragon, living one day at a time on his apartment.

All alone.

The fact that he checked his phone that morning upon waking up only made him feel all the more lonely.

Because, once more, there were no new messages from his grandson, his only remaining family.

Not news from school. Not a "miss you". Not anything.

Just complete silence.

Like it has been ever since he left for Cherryton and not coming back a single time in years.

Not a word to him since after Leano's funeral.

Gosha sighed, shaking his head as he tried his best to push those thoughts away. He couldn't let those thoughts get to him, otherwise he would start his day depressed and it would only get worse as it progressed.

As much as it hurt that his only relative left was ghosting him for years, Gosha needed to keep pushing forward. He needed to continue with his life and hold on to the hope that, one day, his grandson would come back, and they would be a family again.

As vain and distant as this hope could be.

So, like every morning, Gosha served himself some coffee and had some healthy breakfast, before proceeding to do his morning exercises, to prepare himself for the day to come. After all, he did worked on construction, so he needed to get himself ready for the hard work that was ahead of him. After all, it was this work that paid for his grandson's expensive school. As well as for the rest of his bills.

Speaking of bills...

Gosha checked his mail, and he saw how many bills had come in there for him this month. Most of it was the usual. Electricity. Water. The gist. With some promotions for scale polisher and venom neutralizing spray here and there, aimed specifically to the Komodo dragon who owned that address. And, amidst them, there were the unpredicted bills.

Life was full of surprises. Screw ups could happen at any time. Unpredicted things could come your way at any given moment, and you could see yourself with no other option but to pay some exorbitant bill that came for you suddenly and that you didn't even imagined could come your way.

Like Gosha just found out that morning.

Man, that was a huge bill!

Gosha groaned as he looked at it, and he just walked back to his apartment, went straight to the bathroom and took a long bath as he got ready for the day of work ahead.

He would probably be working all day and late at night for the following weeks to be able to pay that one bill.

---

"And you aren't going to contest it?" Asked a rhino wearing construction uniform as he sat by Gosha's side, as both of them ate lunch out of their bentos. "What are they even billing you for?"

"The tires of an expensive car." Gosha answered. "Which melted when I spat on them. And there is the rest of the car, which got totaled when he rammed straight into a post."

"Oh... did you actually did it?" The rhino asked, to what Gosha answered he did. "Any reason in particular?"

Gosha then explained how he nearly got ran over by the guy's car when he parked, and how this ruined the cake that he had bought and planned to send to his grandson Legoshi for his birthday. And, when he confronted the guy about it and asked, as kindly as possible, for him to pay for another cake, the guy laughed at his face and said he didn't cared about some useless bags of scales like him and his grandson, and said that he would run over that grandson of his' if he ever saw him.

The rhino understood immediately.

Gosha could take sitting down anything anyone ditched on him. But threatening his grandson was crossing the line, and everyone knew that. It was surprising that Gosha did straight up tried to bite the guy.

"Right... speaking of your grandson, have you two talked lately?"

He regretted asking that, because Gosha immediately got visibly sad.

"He still ignores all my calls." Gosha said, "And I'm pretty sure he won't be coming home again this summer. He never does."

The rhino said nothing more on that matter, as he knew it would only get Gosha all the more upset. He, like everyone, knew how Gosha's grandson grew distant from him. However, the rhino was among the few who knew the whole story, since he was among the ones who was the closest to Gosha on that work. Most other guys were too scared to be near a venomous animal to get personal information on his life. Most of them only assumed Legoshi was a Komodo dragon like him, and grew distant from him because that was just a lizard thing. That rhino, however, knew that there was much more behind this, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for his lizard friend.

"And, how are you going to pay?" The rhino asked, to what Gosha shrugged.

"I'll take as many extra hours in here as possible. Like I usually do when I need more money." Gosha said very casually. "I might need to take a lot more of them soon. Legoshi's school has been getting more and more expensive which each year."

"That's the recession." The rhino said to him. "But, do you really need to work so many hours? You will get yourself burnt out. Can't you just get a better job? I mean, there are a lot of other options out there. Some of them pay way better than being a construction worker and they demand a lot less of you."

"Like where?" Gosha asked, turning to the rhino after taking a bite from his sandwich. "Bert, you know very well that very few places would hire a venomous animal. Besides, I don't have a degree. I dropped out of high school when I was in second-year. I never graduated. There is no way I can get a decent job without formal education, especially at my age. This construction work was the best paying job I could find that would actually hire me."

Bert the rhino had no answer to that, as he only looked back at Gosha, before looking down at his own cup of warm coffee, while Gosha did the same.

"Let's face it, this is the only job I can have right now. I would take another one if I could, but this is the only option for a Komodo dragon high school dropout nearing his sixties. So, all I can do is take more hours. I don't mind being awake all night, anyways."

With this said, Gosha tried taking a sip of his coffee. However, he then made the mistake of letting the cup come in direct contact with the inside of his mouth. His poison ate away through the Styrofoam in a second, and the coffee spilled over Gosha's shirt.

Gosha cursed, as he got up, seeing the stain on his work shirt, and just decided to take it off.

"Dammit." Gosha said, looking at the stain. "That's gonna be a pain to clean."

As he checked on his shirt, Bert was busier looking at Gosha's body.

Man, for a guy nearing his sixties, Gosha was jacked! He certainly looked good...

"Got some nice muscles there, Gosha." Bert casually mentioned, to what Gosha only said back that this work did a good job on keeping him in shape. He was still too worried with his stained shirt to notice properly the look Bert was giving him. Nearly as if he was undressing him with his eyes. And thinking...

"Did you say you don't mind being awake until late at night?" Bert asked casually, and the way he asked it caused Gosha to stop what he was doing and look his way, seeing the way the rhino was looking at him.

"Yes?"

Bert looked at him.

"How much do you need money, Gosha?" He asked, and he and Bert locked eyes for a second, before the rhino continued:

"Because, I know of a place where you can get it."

Gosha blinked, and he looked at Bert.

"It is a job near the center. I heard some of the other carnivores talking about it. It is in a rough part of the city. But don't worry, it is nothing illegal. I think... but, you might need to keep your mind open to have a work there."

Gosha looked at him as he spoke that. He really needed the money, otherwise he would be in some trouble on the near future.

"What kind of job it is, exactly?" Gosha asked him, to what the rhino answered with a question of his own:

"Are you a good dancer?"

---

Months later

"Everyone in position?" Said an animal as he pressed something inside his ear, being sure to speak as discreetly as possible, as he used his wide range of vision to see what was happening around and be sure he would not be caught by surprise.

"Yes, sir. We are all ready and waiting for your signal." Came the answer on this animal's earpiece.

"Good. Remember, don't make a move until I tell you that you can act." He said, before turning his attention back to the place where he was supposed to go.

It looked as one would expect from such a place. The walls were cracked, and it was filled with graffiti, most of it depicting dicks and with the words "FAGGOT HOUSE" sprayed over. However, the place still somehow looked respectable, with a clean design and with nice colors on the front, including the neon lights of a purple coloration on top saying the place's real name.

MALE DELIGHT

The name, as well as the glowing images of males on sexual and suggestive positions made it perfectly clear the type of place it was. As well as the male-on-male symbol that was so shamelessly expose right into the middle of the two words that formed the place's name.

They should have just wrote "GAY STRIP CLUB" with the neon.

This was certainly not the type of place where Yahya would want to be caught dead. Not in a million years. He would never be able to enjoy a place like that, with the kind of men who went to this place. They would certainly look at his body with hunger of many different types.

But, on a place like the Black Market, where this club was dangerously close to, those types of hunger were not too different from each other.

That was carnivores for you.

However, there Yahya was, about to enter this decadent place made to entertain a horny and depraved audience, all because this was the place that, according to their intel, was the favorite of a certain criminal element that Yahya was very keen on capturing.

They have been following the trail of this particularly nasty and vicious criminal for months, but they haven't had a single decent clue on him so far. All of the information they had was sparse and useless. In fact, some of the information they got seemed to make no sense at all. Meanwhile, the bastard was still escaping them. Slipping through their fingers like water as they tried to hold on to him, and leaving more and more corpses on his wake.

Just last week, they received their most substantial clue on him ever since they started chasing after that criminal: he was a frequent patron of that specific club.

Seeing how depraved this criminal they were chasing was, Yahya didn't feel surprised that he would go to such a place. It should be expected, even, that he would go into a place which's only purpose was for a certain type of animal to be able to satiate their lust. Just like carnivores went to the Black Market, just a short walk away from the club, to satiate their need for meat.

Yahya could not help but feel more than just a bit of disgust towards those animals who would go to such lengths just to satiate their urges. It was so low of them to have to resort to places like that to fulfil filthy needs like that. Yahya knew that he himself would never even consider setting foot on a place like that, was not for the fact that such a high-profile criminal being on his sight to be captured before he could harm any more innocent herbivores.

However, considering how close it was to the Black Market, and how nearly everyone in said neighborhood hated him with a passion, Yahya had no choice but to wear a disguise so he could go inside. Luckily, his dark fur made it easy for him to disguise, as all he needed to do was apply white paint over his body in a stripe-like pattern and he could pose as a zebra.

It was a good disguise, if no one looked at him too closely to see the subtle differences. What, considering the kind of place he was walking into, was a very real risk.

Well, those places usually didn't have the best light, so he should be okay.

So, with his zebra makeup, and wearing a black jacket and pants of black faux leather, Yahya made his way into the club.

It was pretty much what he had expected. All around him, where only males. Yahya could practically smell the testosterone as he made his way inside. A combination of male sweat, as well as many other fluids. And said males were pretty much occupied with the party they were doing, as many of them were either interested on each other (Yahya could see five "couples" making out rather sloppily, with one of them going in direction to the restrooms as they looked like they were trying to feel each other's tonsils with their tongues), or on the show going on in the stage.

A pair of rhinos was on stage, and they were both wearing nothing more than pink thongs that looked two sizes too small for them, hugging their crotches so snuggly that absolutely nothing was left for imagination as they thrusted their hips for the enjoyment of their depraved audience.

In moments like that, Yahya really cursed his 350 degrees vision. This meant that it was nearly impossible for him to look away from that depravity unless he closed both of his eyes. He tried to do focus only on the one who he was looking for. To look only for his target and shut everything else out, as hard as it was.

He moved across the place, scanning the crowd with his wide vision, trying to get at least one glimpse of the target. All the while he was doing his best to avoid the wandering hands of the males of the club, who seemed to be really interested on him and wanting to try their luck with the "zebra" who made his way into their territory.

If any of them was a little bolder than they should, Yahya would kick them in the head until their skulls were bent out of shape. The mission be damned.

However, as minutes passed, and the pair of rhinos (whom Yahya now suspected were brothers) was replaced by a single tiger, who proudly removed a piece of clothing at a time while proudly displaying his stripes for the audience, Yahya was not able to catch even a single glimpse of his target.

He caught sight of two individuals of the same species as the target, but one closer look told him that neither of them was who he was looking for.

The shape and color of the horns was wrong.

Eventually, Yahya had to resort to go around asking for his target. However, since most people only went there to see other males getting naked or to have sex on the dirty restroom, Yahya was in no luck. Better to ask the staff, starting with the bartender.

And that turned out to be the right decision.

"Oh, you looking for Melon-san?" The meerkat bartender said as his friends cleaned glasses and poured drinks. "Well, sorry to tell you, but you are out of luck. I can tell you for a fact he is not here tonight. We have been here since this morning, and we always keep watch on everyone who comes in and out. Melon definitely did not come today, did he guys?" All the other meerkats shook their heads.

"And, Melon is the kind who always arrive early. If he didn't arrive by now, then he is definitely not coming tonight."

Yahya felt like cursing. However, he kept his composure, even when the meerkat mentioned that there were other cute guys on the crowd, if he was interested.

So, this was all a waste of time. Yahya thought to himself, he was just turning to leave when...

"And this was our dear Stripey! Everyone give him a round of applause, my friends!" the voice on the speakers said as everyone applauded the tiger, now wearing nothing more than his own stripes as he bowed and made his way out of stage. Yahya felt glad that the naked male had left the stage, and he was about to call the rest of his team and call off the entire mission and just leave this place before the next one came...

"And now, for something entirely different, for all of those who prefer smooth scales over soft fur, a dancer who is laced with seduction as much as venom, the sexiest Komodo dragon in this part of town!"

Yahya paused.

Komodo dragon?

"Everyone give a round of applause to one of the best dancers of our club! Lizzie the Lizard!"

Despite the corny name, it was clear that "Lizzie" was quite popular among the crowd, who was already going wild before said Komodo dragon even set foot on stage. And he soon came, and Yahya was in for the greatest shock he had in decades.

T-this can't be!!! Was all Yahya could think as he took in who was the Komodo who just walked on stage. It could have been around three decades since they last saw each other. However, there was no way he would ever mistake that lizard.

G-G-G-GOSHA!?!?

Yes, it was Gosha. There was no mistake about that. Yahya was sure that he was not mistaken. He could see it clearly on the features of the man who had once been his partner in fighting for justice and looking for the title of Sublime Beastar, which they would share between the two of them.

The partner who went away after being swayed by a woman whom they rescued. One who certainly had more looks than she had brains.

There he was, standing on top a stage before an audience, under the name "Lizzie".

And soon, he was dancing, as the upbeat music started.

He soon started by removing his jacket, dancing at the rhythm of the music as the crowd of males cheered for him.

Yahya, on his end, could only stare.

He could only stare at the man who was dancing on the stage by gyrating and thrusting his hips for the audience. His partner whom he had not seem in decades.

Yahya had sometimes imagined how it would be to meet Gosha again. He had wanted to look for Gosha again, but he never did, often dismissing the thought by rationalizing that he didn't knew where Gosha was and how he was too busy keeping the city peaceful and in order to spare any time to look for the Komodo dragon.

He often imagined how the meeting between the two of them would be. And he imagined everything he would say, and possibly do, to Gosha once he finally was face-to-face with him so many years after he abandoned him and turned his back on him for a fucking female wolf!

However, those words (and possible punches to the face and stomach and kicks on the crotch) were all forgotten. All of them were blown away, much like Yahya's years of anger and resentment, by the sight of Gosha removing his clothes while dancing to upbeat music for an audience of males who chanted "SHOW THOSE SCALES, LIZZIE".

Yahya really wanted to look away when Gosha removed his pants, revealing an obscenely small black thong, consisting in a piece of black fabric held on the sides by a pair of metal rings. And Gosha just continued dancing, gyrating his hips while he held onto the pole in the middle of the stage, wrapping his legs and his tail around it and spinning around as he thrusted his crotch forward for the patrons to run their hands over, and he would then turn around, lifting his tail as he gyrated his hips, with the patrons also taking the liberty of getting handsy and slipping money on the waistband of his thong.

Yahya really wished he could look away as Gosha lowered his thong, exposing his tailhole for the crowd, which went wild. However, once more, his near-360 degrees vision proved to be as much of a curse as it was a blessing.

There was no way of looking away from the scene developing on the stage. Including when Gosha removed his thong completely.

The males practically pounced on each other as if they were ready to fight for death by that thong, as Gosha tossed it to them, before bowing and walking out of the stage, with his long and muscular tail wrapped around his body in a way that it completely covered his privates.

Gosha... Yahya thought, as he continued to look at the stage even after the Komodo left it. Just how did you end up like that?

"Got a crush on Lizzie, pal?" Said a voice by Yahya's side. Yahya could not look away from things with his wide range of vision, but he was still subject to inattentional blindness, which was when you were so distracted by something happening in your line of sight that you failed to notice anything else, since your attention was all pointed at one single item.

He did, however, quickly noticed the meerkat looking at him with a smirk.

"You certainly seem to have enjoyed the show." He said, and Yahya looked at him in surprise, trying to figure out what the hell he meant by that. That was when he looked down, and he was in for another shock.

W-why the hell an I hard!?!? Was all Yahya could thing, as he could see the very clear bulge of his hardening dick on his crotch. His immediate reaction was to cover it with his hands, his dark features masking the intense blush that formed on his face, while the meerkat on the counter laughed at this.

"Well, can't blame you." The meerkat said, "Lizzie has been quite popular since he started working him a few months ago. He is quite fit for a guy who is on his fifties."

Yahya was barely hearing, as he was desperately trying to get his erection to go down, or at least to make it less noticeable for anyone looked how hard his dick was inside his pants. This had never happened to Yahya before...

"Hey, go easy, dude." The meerkat said, "No need to be ashamed, I mean, you know what kind of place this is, right?"

"Yes, I know what kind of place it is!" Yahya practically snapped at him. "I was only coming here to look for that gazelle named Melon!"

"Hey, no need to be harsh!" The meerkat said to him. "I told you, Melon is not here. What is kind of strange, to be honest. He usually comes every night when Lizzie is performing. He is his greatest fan, he knows? Always booking him for hours after the show."

This caused Yahya to pause.

Melon was... Gosha's fan?

"Booking" him?

"What do you mean by... booking?" Yahya asked, a part of him dreading the answer, and the possible implications, for some reason.

"Hey, don't get any wrong ideas, dude." The meerkat said, "This is not a gigolo house. I am talking about private dancing. There are some rooms on the back where you can have one of the dancers to go and dance just for you. But no sex, establishment rules. But they can dance in your lap, if you pay for a little extra for it."

Yahya took in what he was saying.

"And... that gazelle always books Go... Lizzie for private dances?"

"All the times he comes." The meerkat confirmed. "To tell the truth, whenever he comes, he always books Lizzie solid for all the hours he can, spends hundreds every time he comes only on hours of private dances. The others always complain that he hogs Lizzie all for himself."

The meerkat even leaned forward and whispered, as if saying a secret:

"Between you and me, I think Melon-san might actually have a thing for Lizzie. He seems to get mad whenever someone else tries to talk to him, kind of like a jealous boyfriend."

Yahya processed everything that he just heard. After nearly twenty seconds, he said:

"And... since Melon is not here tonight... this means that he won't be hogging Lizzie? Can other people book him for a private dance?

"They sure can." The meerkat said, "And I know they will. Like I said, Lizzie is quite popular, especially with the younger patrons. I think a lot of them have daddy issues..."

Yahya didn't give attention to this last commentary from the meerkat. Instead, he practically slammed his hands into the counter of the bar as he leaned forward, rather aggressively, and then asked a single question:

"How much do a private dance with Lizzie costs?"

---

The door opened, and Gosha, a.k.a. Lizzie the Lizard, walked into the backroom, where his client was waiting for him.

The rooms were all in shades of red, purple and pink. The predominant color in there was red, with some hints of purple here and there, and even some pink on the fleur-de-lis stamps on the walls. His client was already waiting for him in there, sitting on the wide C-shaped couch, lounging on it with his legs crossed, and he looked straight at the Komodo as he made his way in.

"Are you Lizzie?" he asked. It might have sounded like a dumb question, since he was a reptile, but it was valid, in Gosha's opinion, once the lizard was wearing a gasmask as he made his way into the room. It was something that he needed to wear in those occasions.

He could dance with his face exposed on the main stage, once he was dancing in a wide room and not getting too close to anyone. In those smaller rooms, however, were the kind of place where Gosha needed to use a gasmask, to protect his patrons from his own venom. Especially if they requested for a lap-dance, like that zebra did.

"Yes, sure am sweetheart." Gosha said, using a sultry voice as he spoke to the zebra. This sultry tone he used often helped set a certain mood, as it added the seduction that was so important in this line of work.

However, it seemed that, this time, it had the opposite effect, as the zebra made a face as the lizard talked to him like that.

"So, shall we begin?" Gosha asked, walking to the zebra, "So, how do you like me to do this, honey?"

"Can't we just talk?" The zebra said, "I need to ask you a few questions."

"If it is about my personal life, then I'll have to decline." Gosha said, "Can't go around giving this kind of information to a client. You understand, don't you? You never know who could be a creep who will follow you to your home."

"In that case, I guess you should not be dancing on their laps, should you?" The zebra asked of him, "How come you even ended up in a place like that, in the first place? How come you sank so low that you need to dance on stranger's laps for money? Don't you think that is below you? Do you need money that much?"

Okay, that guy was asking way too many questions now. Way more than most guys usually asked. I mean, Gosha was no stranger for guys wanting to talk him with as he danced for them. A lot of his clients only wanted to talk, and some of them vented to him nearly as if Gosha was a therapist. However, when they started to ask questions like that and use that tone when talking to him, Gosha knew that there was something off in there.

"Look, I don't know who you are, but if you are some kind of creep, then I'll have to..." Gosha was saying, but he was stopped when the zebra suddenly lunged forward, grasping his wrist.

"Dammit, Gosha!" The zebra said, "Just what happened since you ran off with that air-headed wolf?"

Gosha blinked. The things this zebra just said. The look on his eyes. His face...

No. There was no way. It couldn't be... could it?

"Yahya...?" Gosha asked, and the horse in zebra disguise could only look back at him as he held his wrist.

Then, a voice came, startling the two of them.

"Yo, zebra!" Said the voice coming from a speaker and filling the room. "You came here to watch a dance, not to grab anything! You were told the rules before going into the room! You can't touch the dancers! If you want to jack off while watching, go ahead, but hands to yourself!"

Yahya scanned the room with his wide vision, and he quickly caught sight of both the speakers from which the voice was coming, as well as of the camera that was watching them both, certainly feeding images to someone tasked with watching the rooms and making sure the clients respect the rules of the place.

"Gosha..." Yahya said to the masked Komodo, who looked at him with wide, surprised eyes. "I really need to ask you a few questions right now."

Gosha looked at him for a few moments, before the voice talked once more, telling "Lizzie" that he could start dancing now.

"Do it." Yahya said to the Komodo, who was still in shock for finding out his old partner and friend, whom he thought he would never see again, in his night work place, of all possible places, disguised as a zebra. "Do it now, before they start getting suspicious!" Yahya said to Gosha with urgency through clenched teeth. Gosha, moved by the way that Yahya said it, did as the disguised horse said.

Gosha, still wearing nothing more than a obscenely small red jockstrap, and a skimpy male top that looked to have been made for an animal two or even three sizes smaller than himself, got up on the small stage at the center of the room, holding into the pole on the center of said stage, which was more a platform than an actual stage.

As soon as Gosha's scaly hand was on the pole, music started blasting from the speakers. It was the same kind of upbeat, techno-like music of the main area of the club. However, this one was not as loud, considering it was a small room with only two people in it, and this music also had a certain undertone to it that felt more... intimate, as if someone had remixed the music to somehow make it seductive. Even romantic.

Perhaps to increase the personal effect that a private show had and induce the client to place more money on the dancer's underwear during the show?

Yahya was not sure, he was too busy looking at Gosha, doing his best to keep a straight face when Gosha started to follow the dancing routine which he had already taken by heart after his months of working there.

"Yahya, what are you doing here?" Gosha said as he walked around the pole with one hand in it, shaking his hips with surprising grace as he did, his tail swishing and whipping about as he did on a reptile's version of a sexy hip-shake.

"I am undercover." Yahya said casually, keeping his voice loud enough to be heard above the music, but low enough to avoid it being caught by any possible listening devices that the managers of this club could have placed on the room. I mean, they placed cameras in there, didn't they? It was not as much of a stretch to think they may have placed hidden microphones as well.

"What are you doing here?" Yahya asked, looking at the Komodo as he continued to dance. He cold swear that, behind that mask, Gosha looked ashamed.

Gosha then said, in short terms, that he took this job out of an advice of a fellow coworker on the construction site when he mentioned he needed quick money. This led Gosha there. Gosha had not been keen on taking part on this kind of job. I mean, dancing naked for strangers? Not the type of job Gosah would ever imagine himself doing.

However, since he really needed the money back then, Gosha ended up doing it, and the pay was enough to solve his problems. However, Gosha was still working in there, long after the sudden need for money had been solved already.

"The pay is really good, and I can save it for my grandson's college." Gosha said as he continued to dance, lifting his leg until his foot, which was wearing a black high heel, was above his head. "I still work on the construction site, but now I also make this side-gig in here on some nights, just for the extra money for some eventuality."

Yahya continued to look, seeing how high Gosha could lift his leg, showing that he was still very flexible even with his age. This meant that the bulge on Gosha's jockstrap was in full display for Yahya to look at.

The horse felt like he was starting to sweat.

"But, why are you here, Yahya?" Gosha asked, "Did you came... to see me?"

Something about the way Gosha asked this made Yahya panic for a moment. He was about to deny vehemently this but, realizing how strange it would be for him to deny so much a question.

I mean, it was just Gosha asked if Yahya came in there so he could have a meeting with a guy who had once been his good partner. Gosha was not asking it in a malicious way.

Why would he ask it in a malicious way? Why Yahya thought he could ask it in a malicious way, to begin with?

"Don't flatter yourself too much, old friend." Yahya said, and the next words came out more sincere than he expected them to.

"As happy as I am for finally meeting with my former partner and best friend, I didn't come here just to see your face. In fact, I didn't even know you worked in a place like this."

Yahya then leaned forward, looking at Gosha as the Komodo continued to dance.

"I came here because of one of your clients."

Gosha stopped for a moment, looking at the horse over his shoulder.

"Could you please not say 'clients' like that? It makes it sound as if I am a prostitute." Gosha said, "I just dance for them."

"Yeah, I know." Yahya said, "Anyways, this is about this client of yours. A gazelle who I was told that always comes to see you, and who books your private dances for hours on end."

Gosha blinked, looking at Yahya as he spun around the pole and stopped, his high heels clicking on the platform as he now stood facing Yahya.

"Melon?" Gosha asked, sounding surprised... and worried.

"I heard he is a great fan of yours." Yahya said, and he had to remember Gosha to keep dancing when the Komodo stopped to look at him. Gosha was now moving up and down the pole, crouching and lifting as he held it with both hands, causing his muscular tail to slap into the stage as he did.

"What happened to Melon?" Gosha asked. "Is he in trouble? Is he okay?"

The way that Gosha spoke made Yahya look at him with a raised eyebrow.

Gosha seemed... concerned about him.

More concerned than a stripper was supposed to be for a mere client.

Wait, the meerkat bartender said that Melon was infatuated with Gosha. Could it be that... Gosha returned his feelings?

No. That didn't seem to be the case. The way he was asking. The look on his eyes. Yahya had already seen that before on other people. This was less of a person who was worried about a lover, and more of a parent worried about their children.

Perhaps Gosha was just being paternal towards the younger animal? Yahya chose to believe that was the case here.

"Melon has murdered people." Yahya said, and that Made Gosha pause again and look at the disguised horse with wide eyes.

Yahya them explained to the Komodo how they knew, for a fact, that Melon was responsible for a number of murders. Starting with the murder of multiple elephants for their tusks, which he would them sell on the Black Market. And they also had him as the main suspect in multiple other murders of animals of all kinds, both herbivores and carnivores, some seeming to have been out of provocation, but some seeming for being for no reason at all. And all of them were noted to be needlessly bloody and cruel.

"Melon..." Gosha said, as he continued to dance. He seemed disturbed for what he had just heard from Yahya's mouth. The horse was glad that he was horrified, if he was being completely honest.

This meant he was less likely to notice that Yahya, while watching him, had been getting more than a little hot under the collar. He was sweating so much that the makeup of his zebra disguise was risking washing off.

And his dick was so hard inside his pants that he had to cross them to keep it from being noticeable.

And all of that just from watching Gosha dance.

"He is a dangerous criminal." Yahya said, trying to not let his growing tension to show through his voice. "Prone to a surprising amount of violence."

Gosha was spinning on the pole as Yahya said that, and he seemed to be deep in thought.

"He told me he had those thoughts." Gosha said, seeming like he was talking more to himself than the horse, but he spoke it loud enough that Yahya could hear it clearly.

"He told me he had to deal daily with the violent outburst and the lust for blood, the violent instincts. He told me he needed an outlet, but I never imagined that he would kill others because of it."

Yahya had a raised eyebrow.

"Lust for blood? Violent instincts?" The horse asked, "Gosha, what do you mean by that? He is a gazelle. A herbivore. He doesn't have killing instincts. At least he is not supposed to."

That was one thing about Melon that still puzzled Yahya.

The violence on Melon's crimes. The seeming disregard he had for taking life without a second thought, sometimes even with a motive. It was so unlike an herbivore. Why would a gazelle without any killing instinct be so prone to violence?

It made no sense.

However, Gosha was there to finally shine a light on the case, and finally make things make sense in the horse's mind.

Gosha changed his position, and now he was making a handstand as he had his legs and tail wrapped around the pole, his head lifted so he could look Yahya in the eyes as he spoke:

"Yahya, Melon is not a purebred gazelle. He is a hybrid. He is half-gazelle, half-leopard."

Yahya's eyes widened as he heard that, and Gosha continued to explain:

"He has been mistreated by everyone since he was a child." Gosha said, as he continued to dance. "He learned to hide his hybrid nature from others, that is why he is always wearing that medical mask and squinting his eyes. He does it so others will not notice that he has a leopard's mouth and eyes and make them believe he is just a regular gazelle. He does it to protect himself from prejudice."

"Or to hide his own criminal nature." Yahya said, listening very intently as Gosha continued to talk to him. However, he found it hard to keep his focus when Gosha went down from the platform, walked to him, and started dancing on his lap.

"Yahya, Melon had a rough life." Gosha said, as he moved his hips above Yahya's crotch while keeping his hands on the horse's chest. "He was only seven when he found out his mother, a leopard, devoured his father while she was pregnant with him. When he was nine, a bunch of kids bullied him, trying to get him to commit suicide by jumping from the school's roof." Gosha was very sensitive about that last part, nearly as if he considered it personal for some reason.

"He hardly had a friend on his life. He grew up having to look after himself, and this clearly affected him." Gosha said, "So, please, don't just label him as a criminal without knowing what he had to go through."

Yahya was stiff as he heard those words coming from Gosha. The Komodo thought he had made his point across, so he was getting up. However, that was when Yahya's both hands shot up and grabbed his hips.

And they grabbed his hips hard. Nearly as if he didn't wanted Gosha to escape.

Gosha blinked, looking down on Yahya in surprise, as he saw the look on Yahya's face. He mistook it by outrage, or even anger, and assumed that Yahya must not have liked what he just heard.

However, in fact that was a panicked expression. Panic at the prospect of Gosha getting up and noticing the clear outline of Yahya's hard dick inside his pants.

"Hey, stripes!" The voice came from the speakers, the music stopping so the person could speak. "Hands! Off! You've already been warned! Touch that lizard one more time and we're sending someone there to kick your stripped butt out of this club!"

Yahya did, slowly releasing Gosha's hips, while the Komodo was looking at him in surprise. That was when Yahya spoke again.

"Gosha..." He said, "I know that, as the father of a hybrid yourself, you may have felt for Melon, but trust me when I say that he is not a poor victim. If he ever was, then he stopped being one when he started killing people."

Gosha looked at Yahya, while the horse did his best to maintain a neutral expression as he spoke to the Komodo, trying to pretend there was not a raging boner inside his underwear.

"He is a murderer. And a dangerous one at that." Yahya said to him. "He is a psychopath who kills others with little to no provocation, and he already showed that he is a master of manipulation. I would not be surprised if he has been manipulating you, telling sad stories of his past to get you to pity him. He is easily one of the most dangerous elements I ever had to chase after."

Yahya didn't tell one lie. He may have made a stretch on saying that Melon was manipulating Gosha. However, it was not that big of a stretch, and a very real possibility considering everything he knew about that gazelle... no, about that hybrid.

"Which is why I need your help, Gosha." Yahya said to him, looking at the Komodo in the eyes. "I need you to help me get him."

The lizard looked at him.

"I'm not planning to go back to be a cop, Yahya..." Gosha said to him.

"I didn't ask you to." Yahya said back, although a part of him wanted to ask exactly that of Gosha if Yahya ever saw him again. "I am asking you to help me in another way."

Gosha looked at him, and then placed both his hands on Yahya's shoulder, and went back to dancing, gyrating his hips above Yahya's dick, but never going down to grind them against his cock. Which was good, because Yahya didn't wanted Gosha to find out how painfully hard he was.

"Help how?" Gosha asked as he continued to dance.

"By being my informant." Yahya said to the dancing lizard, praying Gosha would not notice him starting to sweat again. "Melon is infatuated with you. Use this in your favor. Get information from him. Maybe you could even lure him into a trap for us. Please, Gosha, help me out. Help me get Melon before he can hurt or kill someone else. Someone innocent..."

Gosha was thinking, and that was when Yahya decided to give a blow that certainly would strike...

"Gosha..." Yahya said to him, "What if your grandson was Melon's next victim?"

That was low. Yahya himself knew that, but he was desperate enough to try and use even this underhanded tactic if this meant bringing Gosha to his side and having his help in bringing down the criminal element he was after.

Justice at all costs, right?

And it seemed that appealing to Gosha's love for his family was working, by the way Gosha's grip on his shoulders tightened.

Yahya looked up at him, and the Komodo dragon, who was still dancing on his lap, said:

"If I do this... no one can know. The guys around here think really bad of anyone related to the police, and I cannot risk losing this job or becoming a target."

Yahya looked at him and nodded.

"I'll make sure your name doesn't come on any reports, and no one around this area will have any idea you are working for me. That is, as long as you are careful."

"I will be." Gosha said, looking at the horse. "Just... promise that you will try getting Melon without hurting him."

Crap, that hybrid really got Gosha to care about him, didn't he? Yahya thought, feeling a strange pang of resentment as he thought of Gosha being affectionate with the criminal he was chasing after. However, that was not stranger than the fact that he was harder than ever, and that he was even starting to leak pre as Gosha danced for him.

"I'll do my best." Yahya said, and this was enough for Gosha, who got off him, but not before Yahya slipped something on the waistband of his jockstrap.

"My phone number is in there, between the money." Yahya said to him. "Pass me a message after you leave work."

Gosha nodded, and then walked back to the stage, so he could do the final part of his dancing routine.

One that involved leaning on the pole, lifting his tail high to reveal that he had a butt-plug lodged on his tailhole, grabbing the base of the plug, and remove it tantalizingly slowly to expose his puckering backdoor to his client.

Gosha assumed that Yahya took his hand to his face because he was fighting back the urge to vomit. However, it was to hide the fact that he just got a nosebleed from watching Gosha do that.

As soon as the music ended, and Gosha announced that the show was over, Yahya rushed out of there before the Komodo could say another word to him. Gosha would have gone after him if he could, but he still had another client in ten minutes, and he needed to get ready for another dance. He would probably be there all night...

---

Yahya ran out of the room and made a beeline straight to the restrooms.

And it was not even to clean the blood leaking from his nostrils.

He went straight into the nearest empty toilet stall, passing by a male bull and donkey, both with their pants down, the donkey moaning as if he was dying as the bull pounded onto him. Yahya didn't give them any attention.

As soon as he was inside, he locked the stall and hurriedly opened his pants, pulling his hard dick out so fast it bounced all around before Yahya managed to get a hold of him.

"F-fuck!" Yahya said as he gripped his hard dick. He had never been so hard on his life.

He didn't waste any time and just started masturbating. His closed fist was a blur on his dick as everything that happened in there replayed on his head.

Gosha's dance back on the stage as he removed his clothes one item at a time. Gosha entering that room wearing those obscene clothes. Gosha dancing for him shaking those hips so seductively as they talked. Gosha coming to him and dancing on his lap. The touch of his scaly hands on his chest and shoulders.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Yahya said, masturbating so hard that any outside looker would be worried about him hurting his own dick.

Then, the most shockingly arousing image of them all. The image of Gosha lifting his tail and pulling that thing out of his tailhole, exposing that strangely inviting hole to him. For a moment, Yahya thought it had winked at him.

As if inviting him to open his pants and then claim it then and there.

"FUCK!"

Yahya opened the lid of the toilet, his other hand supporting himself into the wall as he used the other to masturbate and aim his dick right into the toilet bowl.

"G-GOSHA!!!"

The most intense orgasm that Yahya ever experienced in decades, maybe on his entire life, washed over him, as his piss-slit flared, his dick shooting ropes of cum with the power of a firefighting hose, all of it splashing right inside of that toilet, as the horse continued to masturbate furiously until the streams of pearly semen were reduced to nothing more by a weak trickling of white fluid.

Yahya finally relaxed. He was panting and his legs were trembling.

He looked down, opening his eyes to look on the toilet bowl and see his own semen floating on the water on the bottom of that dirty ceramic recipient.

Yahya was in there for a few moments, just looking at it, before he slammed the lid close and pulled the cord that caused the toilet to flush.

Putting his dick back into his pants, Yahya came out of the stall and walked to the sink, where he proceeded to wash his hands.

As he did, he looked at his own reflection on the mirror and at the room itself.

The bull and donkey had finished what they were doing and were now kissing like newlyweds while still pantless. Yahya could see both their pants, belts and all, hanging from the door of one of the stalls, but he could not bring himself to care.

He was too busy looking at his own face. However, he was hardly even seeing his own stony-expression.

He was too busy thinking on what he just did.

And on the lizard who made him do it.

The donkey and bull were both moaning as they kissed so hard it was as if they were trying to eat each other. For a moment, Yahya imagined himself and Gosha doing the same thing...

"Yahya, sir?"

The voice on his ear made Yahya blink. He had completely forgot about the agents he still had outside.

"Sir, are you there? Do you have visual on the target yet? We are to charge in?"

Yahya remained silent and, not caring if the donkey and bull would hear (not that they would, considering hos distracted they were with each other), spoke:

"No, the target is not here."

"I see..." The cop on the other end said, "So, this night was a waste of time..."

"No." Yahya said, thinking of how, on that night, he managed to see an old friend again, and get him to become his informant on this case. Yahya was still elated for having met Gosha again after so long. Even more after he just orgasmed while calling out his name...

"Tonight... was certainly not a waste of time."