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Unsurprisingly to the Bovine man, everyone else had that same idea. Wherever there was food, a crowd gathered around the stands like a colony of ants picking a dead animal apart. From the look of things, each food truck you and the family hunted piled to a two hour wait, just to reach the register to place your orders; who had the time for that? Certainly not Howard. Luckily for your group, you found an establishment- The Hungry Wolf- that spared you space, and the bull father time.

The intoxicating smell of cooked steaks and other various meats was to be expected for the bar n' grill, along with its stunning waitresses walking around, wearing clothing that leaves a lot to the imagination. Patty already started chowing down on her simple salad entree, a decent bowl of nothing but lettuce and dices of tomato with some croutons and French dressing, leaving you and her father in hungry envy as you waited for your food.

"So, uh, listen: I heard what happened to yer father." Howard spoke to you in a soft tone, as if he was about to cry, but kept his waterworks tightly sealed away. "I wish I was at 'is funeral, but I was outta country when it happened. He was a very good friend of mine." You couldn't decide if his pity was too soon, or too late, though the pain of the subject ached in your gut. You sat silently, fighting off the tears as you listened to Howard, "I know what it's like, losin' a family member so abruptly." He said as he eyed his daughter, whose undivided attention was on her light lunch. "I can't even describe losin' Patty's mother without tearin' up like an April shower. Eventually I did learn ta cope with her loss, yeah, though it doesn' take all the pain away. It never does. Heh, maybe that's why I've been a little cautious in finding a new mate. Maybe a little too cautious."

A part of you felt sort of surprised: seeing this hulking tower of muscle coming out so personally was something new to you. Even when he hung out with your dad he'd stay about as solid as a stone wall, keeping his weak emotions incarcerated. It felt weird to you, yet at the same time, you kinda respected this side of him. "So, how's his land treatin' ya? I heard you inherited his ranch." You told the bull what he said was true, and you were doing fine, but it's just you living there, with support here and there. "Ah. Okay. Ya know, Patty's been tellin' me some things, like: she's wantin' ta live with ya at yer ranch. She's real interested in you." The cow girl stopped digging into her salad at the sound of her name being called, shooting her dad an embarrassed "Why are you saying that in front of my friend?" look, her cloudy white face failed to hide a developing redness underneath her cheeks. Her father only had one response in mind while looking his daughter back in her precious muddy browns, "What? Come on, dear, I bet he was thinkin' the same thing 'bout ya." He wasn't wrong.

Patty had no choice but to not look her father in the eyes anymore, turning her head away while passing him her empty salad bowl in a huff of childish frustration. "Oh, playin' the silent game with me, eh?" Howard remarked, playing along with his daughter's attitude. "How was I s'posed ta know ya wanted ta keep that secret? You hardly tell me anythin'."

A great smell loomed in the distance, growing stronger as it neared your table. Your joyous Zebra-kin waitress appeared before your group, a very looming, young, anthro woman, proudly showcasing her people's black and white stripes across her birthday suit; she jiggled her very impressive set of women with each jolly chuckle in a way that made Patty sort of envious, "Hahaha! Themba has retrieved her customers' sustenance!" The Zebra yelled in her deep contralto, while handing over the food with such an eager spirit. What laid before the bull was a porterhouse steak, basked in brown gravy, with meat so thick it'll send even the hungriest of men into a food coma with one bite. You ordered a hamburger with cheese, pure and simple. "What else do customers require from Themba?"

"Can we get another salad bowl, please?" Howard asked.

"Themba would be delighted~! Themba will be right back." The waitress left the table, putting a little wobble in her wide hips with each step, mesmerizing both you and Howard as you watched. You could tell the bull took a sort of liking to the Zebra- how else did he raise his side of the table without his hands? Patty, on the other hand, refused to believe her man wasn't occupying his eyes on her.

"I can't believe that, with all the generosity I gave ya, ya only wanted a measly sandwich." Howard joked, cutting into his thick slab of beef for his first bite. You decided to be smart with the bull, replying that at least you're not eating your own kind in vain. "Oh, hahaha, it's funny because I'm a Bull-kin eatin' beef." The bull replied sarcastically. "I may look like a Minotaur, but that's it. Looks, aren't everythin'." Like a vacuum, Howard inhaled huge chunk after chunk of his porterhouse, each under a hardy snort. He must be really hungry. It's a miracle he hasn't choked, yet. Just his noises alone either disgusted, or embarrassed his little girl straight to the bathroom as she abruptly got up from her seat. Not that you really blamed her, though, the bull's sound did churn your stomach just a tad. Maybe that's why you barely touched your food.

"Guh, sorry 'bout that, I get carried away, sometimes." Howard apologized through his napkin, clearing some food out of his throat, only for a stern baritone to be awakened. "But now that Patty's away, let's quickly talk 'bout somethin', man-to-bull: do you love my daughter? Do you love her genuinely, and not just to get in 'er panties?" The bull father came off rather blunt with you, though you still assured him that you love her deeply, and want to be by her side. All you wanted to know is why he wanted to bring it up so abruptly. "See, here's what's buggin' me: this morning, Patty was selected as the Chosen Female to start the closing ceremony of the Festival. We both know how this works: the Festival chooses a female, the female chooses a male, then the 'Chosen Couple' kicks off a city wide orgy ta close the party. No doubt she chose you as her partner."

You told the bull you thought his concerns were just a little silly, that she be at least happy that his daughter was taking a big role in the event.

"It's more than just that. A part of the ceremony requires her to get pregnant by her Chosen Male; with the ceremony as its catalyst, it's said the offspring will be given a spectacular innate gift, whatever it may be. Don' get me wrong, I'm happy fer 'er, 'n I do want to be a grandad, but not when I'm thirty-five! Ever since 'er mother passed, a big reason I kept 'er on such a short leash's because...I'm actually scared. I'm scared she'll grow up too fast, n' get in all kinds of unwanted trouble. She grew up into a beautiful girl, no doubt, but how much longer can I keep 'er sheltered?" The bull slouched deeply into his booth, letting out a depressing sigh as he slowly returned to his meal, "Maybe Patty becomin' the Chosen Female is my sign; maybe something is tellin' me its time ta let go of 'er. Just wished it didn' need ta involve 'er kickstartin' a city wide fuck party."

You heard it all from the bull's mouth, his fatherly crisis was clear to you. His little calf was growing up frighteningly fast, right in front of him. The father knew it was a part of being a parent to let go of his child, see her make a life for herself. He did the parenting part well; it's just the letting go part that terrified him. What is this sickening feeling that suddenly cropped up in your gut? Guilt? You shouldn't be feeling such a feeling when you're trying to enjoy your juicy burger. But one thing scratched at your mind; you asked Howard what he was going to do during the closing ceremony. "Well, guess ya got me on that one. Can't just mope around while the entire city's fuckin'. Guess I'll just find a partner." You asked him who he had in mind. "Hmm, well-"

"Hahaha! Themba has returned with salad!" The Zebra-kin waitress chuckled, placing a new bowl of fresh salad on the table.

"U-u-uhm, thank you." The bull couldn't take his eyes off the Equine's triple-D's as he slurred his words to her. They just looked so...happy to him; her plushy pink mounds were not at all shy from the attention. From the overflooding from his mouth, and the return of the tilting table, you had a feeling he was enjoying her over the food she served.

"What else will customer require from Themba?"

Breaking through a few mumbles, the bull found it difficult to find his tongue to, but he gave it a shot, anyways, "S-so, u-uhm, l-listen: do...do you have any plans for the festival, Themba?"

"What is customer asking of Themba?" The horse asked back, confused.

"I was just wondering...if Themba would be delighted in participating in the Festival closing ceremony with me."

With her confusion cleared, The Equine's face lit up like a Christmas light bulb, her squees of joy rivaled those of a high school girl accepting her dream guy for the prom night dance. "Themba would be delighted in joining bull for festival~!" She roared joyously. "Make sure bull meets Themba after work!"

"Bull's name is Howard."

"Just make sure Howard meets Themba after work!" The Zebra strutted away, wagging her hips in a happy beat, continuing on with her day. You and the bull stared at each other in an awkward silence, your brains tried to register what just happened; "Well, that happened." was the most prominent thought the two of you shared about the moment. The silence proved to be stronger than any words you could muster, though you wished to say something to drown out the sound of Howard lightly tapping his plate with the prongs of his fork.

"Well...uh...at least...she has nice fur." The bull struggled to spit it out. Still encumbered with the awkward atmosphere he and the Zebra produced, all you could do was nod your head in agreement. "Ya don' think I'm not doin' this too soon, right? I haven' been with another female for a while." You tried soothing his nerves, telling him he'll do fine with her.

Back from her journey to the little lady's room, Patty sat back down in the booth. Something felt odd to her, her men were quietly eating their meals, without engaging each other in conversation; what a blessing from the gods it was! She enjoyed this quiet moment while eating her new salad. What a surprisingly decent bonding time they all had at lunch today.

As you explored the rest of what the Festival had to offer, the day dimmed to a tiring purplish sky. The heat died down, making it more worth wearing the traditional wool attire you saw everyone lug around. An extreme soreness in your feet kept reminding you to sit down, take a breather, but you knew you had far more things to discover with Patty. The cow girl had herself wrapped around your arm like a bracelet, happily trailing you to whatever struck her fancy, and of course, with her father trailing behind you lovebirds keeping a watchful eye. You had to admit, this was the happiest you've felt in a long while. No work: just you, your girl, and the entire city to venture through.

You saw a small fox run across your path, planting its rump right in front of your way as it stared you down from knee height. What a weird little animal it was, you thought: the canid sported rosy red fur, its hue almost dark enough to camouflage the fox under the sky's growing darkness. Its twin tails waged majestically through the air, like two feathers being carried across a gentle breeze. Howard called out to the fox by name, "Hello, Madam Chizuko, what brings you out here?"

"Ugh, so THIS is where the Chosen Female was hiding out! Are you Patricia Warchesik? I've been looking all over the place for you, girl!" The fox talked back with childish sass. "Girl, do you NOT KNOW we have a show to prepare for?"

"I think ya best not talk to 'er like that, Madam, else you'll have to find another Chosen Female for the ceremony. Ya wouldn' wanna do that at this late an hour, now do ya, Madam Chizuko?"

"What's the matter, pops? You sound reluctant."

"It's 'cause I am."

"Uuuggghhh, fine." The fox replied with a sneer, knowing she's probably running late on time as it is. "Hold on, let me change into my nicer wardrobe-" You couldn't believe your eyes: suddenly, the fox erupted into a ball of inferno! What kind of a being was this thing?!

The flame crackled like a bonfire, and danced just as calmly without catching nearby tents and stands in its wake. The small shadow within the blaze grew, eventually resembling a silhouette of a human. The mysterious creature threw open her curtain of fire, and revealed to your trio her more desired form. Her pair of pointed fox ears twitched from the gentle evening breeze flowing through them. She looked like she took only five minutes to fix her unkempt, blood red hair after waking up in the morning. Her ghostly pale human flesh nearly blended in with her kimono, as white as the face of a full moon, hiding her waist's deep curves. Where her short kimono ended she was all legs, with no stockings or socks to hide their flawless complexion. "Aaah, now this is better~!" She sighed to herself in relief, as she stretched her shoulders. "I've always prefered this form, anyways. It feels so much more relaxed."

"Then why did you use your fox form to find us?"

"Well, duh, I needed to find you guys as quickly as possible, n' this human form ain't the greatest of runners!" Chizuko sassed back to the bull. "So, Patirica, if you're ready, follow me. If it's cool with daddy, of course."

The cow girl looked curiously at her father, wondering what he had to say about it. She knew he could just say no; he could just say no, and keep her sheltered from the world, like a good dad. The bull took a deep breath, ready to give that expected answer. But something in his mind changed his gears, his spoken answer shocked even the demoness with such a calm, accepting tone, "Okay." The bull choked a little. "She can go. I don't like it, but I think it's time my little girl becomes a woman."

"Oh..wow..." The fox lady had no other words to say amidst her speechless breath, the look on her face tried to comprehend the reason for her shock: either, she didn't think it'd be this easy, or she never heard a more genuine answer from a father in her immortal life. Even Patty stood there, nearly in tears, sharing the same shock but for all the different reasons. "So...uh...if we're all ready, follow me, I guess." With no more words left to say the group trailed behind the fox to her lair.

It was such a mysterious, black void that the fox brought you to, you had a hard time believing you were still inside the grasp of your own world. What her "lair" was, you had no words to describe it as, the only word repeatedly coming to mind was "endless". What sort of worldly logic does this place run on? Your mind couldn't tell, and you were sure the fox wasn't going to tell you, either. The only things diverting your attention from the endless ocean of black were two doors, standing side by side in front of you and your group.

"'Kay, here's how this works," The fox lady cheerfully started to explain, "The Chosen Female goes to the door on my left; Chosen Male goes to the right. Deal? Deal. 'Kay, get to it!"

You headed down to your door without a second thought, wanting to get this fox's silliness over and done with, though just as you reach for the knob, you looked over your shoulder and found Patty still standing still. She was struck with indecisiveness it seemed, though her choice was clear and looking her straight in the face. Or maybe her legs just forgot how to walk at an inconvenient time. She looked at her father to make sure what she was about to do was right with him. "Go on." He encouraged her with a little nudge, which was all she needed to keep going. You weren't gonna lie, you shared the cow's hesitation. What lied behind these doors were unknown to you; what preparations you need to go through were completely unknown to you. But you did know that, whatever happens, you'll go through it with her. As a team, you both opened your doors together, facing whatever unknowns hid behind their oak surfaces.

Your face and body was met with a sudden gentle breeze as soon as you walked through your entrance. A marvelous sky painted red and blue sat behind a field of marble pillars, with a glistening pool in the middle of the structure's floor. Were you transported back to Ancient Greece, or something? You felt like you were walking across an entire floor made of mirrors as you looked down to meet with your reflection.

With the blink of an eye you were swarmed by several bubbly Mice-kin females, some in the nude, an some just barely dressed in white sheets. What a rambunctious little group, giggling adorably as they undressed you to your bare skin with their soft hands adventuring across your body; hey, if they wanted to go that direction, they could have at least taken you out to dinner first! At least now you can mark off one of your desires off your list: get undressed by a harem of beautiful women. Check.

The giggly girls did a thorough job stripping you, you were down to your bare skin in just a minute or two; strange was the feeling of slight arousal from observing the women around you, yet mixed with a dash of paranoia that killed the vibe when it reminded you they're probably giggling about your member being so well hidden in a plush forest of hair, they might get the wrong idea about your actual length.

"That's enough, girls, bring him down." A squeaky voice, demanding for its tone, boomed across the poolside, but who did it belong to? Only were your eyes clearly able to spot the owner when the band of rodents heeded to the call, leading you down the pearly stairs. The leader of the pack sat by the poolside, dipping her little, pink feet into the clear water. From head to toe, not a single strand of her glimmering gray fur was out of place, and neither was her long, neatly groomed ebony hair. She had the head of a rodent, but the body of a small, fragile adult: her flat, ovular ears were always the first things everyone notices about her. She had a short snout, ending with a small button nose. She was not at all shy to show her nudity, though in her upper-story department, she paled in comparison to the other women you've met today, her set only barely measured up to the size of grapefruits.

"Welcome, Chosen Male, to my humble altar." The mouse happily greeted in what you thought was a high pitched whisper, though her tone was normal for her species. "My name is Aphrodite. You seem to be in dire need of cleaning up: let my Daughters and I spruce you up. Walk into the pool."

You had no choice but to go the direction the group of mice surrounding you moved, they lead you into the crystal clear waters of the pool. A slight shock drove straight down your spine the moment your little piggies splashed into the chilling liquid, but you immediately grew accustomed to the temperature. "This pool is special," Aphrodite began explaining in a somewhat enticing manner as she joined in with you, "the water never dirties, soils, or grows stagnant; it always stays clean, and pure. And it always stays so perfectly cool. This water is very powerful, you don't require any soap to become clean."

When it was time for the sponges to be whipped out, you stood motionless like a statue, accepting the motions of many delicate fingers cleaning your body to your pores; they gave the term "motherly touch" a run for its money. They took their time with adopting a slow pace, they wanted to enjoy it as much as you were, and your joy sure did show. Their constant contact absolutely maddened your flesh, their chests simply rubbing against your erect back was all it took to awaken your male member. The leader's stray palm took a hold on your lower manhood, caressing and fondling it like a bag of marbles as she stared you straight in the eye, "Oh my, aren't you a well-disciplined one?" Aphrodite's words teased you like notes from a harp leading its listener's ears through a beautiful journey, "If you were like every other Chosen I had to service, you would have made a grab for one of my Daughters by now, or even me. You're such a good boy~" The rodent's hand migrated north to charm your vicious cobra with its delicate strokes; no doubt about it she wanted an erection from you, and you were giving it to you without any thought. "And what marvelous equipment you have here! I'm sure your Female will be very pleased to have this all to herself, hmmm~? But there's just one thing worrying me: how is she going to find it hidden behind all this?" She said with her hands combing through your thick forest of hair. Well, to be fair, if you knew your day was going to head down this road, you would have fixed that problem by now. "Looks like we'll have to work overtime with you. But for now, be taken in by all the sponges dancing across your body; let your worries wash away with the grime of the past, so you can emerge clean for the future." With the rhythmic patterns of the sponges tickling across your entire body, fueling your erection, how can you not take the lead mouse's advice?

It was almost like the bath had some weird side effect to it: not once in all your years have you felt so relaxed in a pool of water. It was enough to turn your erect stature weak, and commanded you to sit down while you're being attended to like a king. With your skyscraping height now shortened the mice maidens had the opportunity to drench your hair with full sponges. You sighed to yourself in a nearly dozy tone, knowing what's being done is not just a figment of your aroused imagination. The only down side you thought of was, sooner or later, it had to end; but who said you couldn't enjoy the ride for all it's worth?

Outside the dimension where you were being manhandled and serviced by lovely hands, the bull and fox awaited patiently outside for whoever would come out first. Time for them slowly passed by, the only source of "entertainment" was listening to sitting Chizuko hum herself a little tune. But the serious Howard kept his eyes locked on his daughter's entrance, ignoring the pecking worry inside his head about the unknown trials that Patty is facing behind those doors.

"So, do you have any plans for the ceremony?" Chizuko asked him while breaking away from her freestyle, attempting small talk.

"I have a date tonight."

"Oooooh, neat. That's always neat. You're probably not the only one, though."

"Yeah, okay."

"Why're you so tense? Chill, bro, your daughter is fine in there. She's just being cleaned up and pampered."

The bull responded with a sigh of worry, while rubbing the back of his neck, before he laid out what was eating at him, "That's not the problem. I was...thinking: is it a bad thing I don' want ta be there for Patty?"

"Hmm? Whaddya mean?"

"It's just a weird feeling: a part of me wants ta be there to support 'er n' be there for her; yet another part doesn' want me ta be there 'cause...well...I'd be watchin' my own daughter get fucked."

"Well, if you're that disgusted with it, then why make such a moral dilemma out of it?" Chizuko blurted out with a fast mind. "You know you don't have to always be there for her; seriously, bro, just chill. I mean, I wasn't there to watch my own children fuck, that's just nasty. I had no interest in watching my grandchildren being created. Just...just nasty."

"Wait, you have children?" Howard found his ears hooked on a line being drawn into her revelation for some weird, yet intrigued reason. He never took Chizuko as a responsible parent until now.

"Well, duh," she remarked back as to mock the bull's slow realization, "what'd you think I did for the past seven-hundred-something years? That's a lot of time to have on a girl's hands! And, ironically, it took me this long to realize how pointless it is to procreate when I can't literally die worth crap! Though, now that I think about it, I think I did singlehandedly spawn an entire race of Beast-kin from my vagina-"

"O-oh, look at the time, I should go meet my date." Whether it was just her speaking her mind loudly to herself or not, the fox's rather vocally open mind gave the bull a reason to get the hell out of Dodge, making a quick jog for the exit as he spat constant chains of quick gibberish, "I-I trust ya have everythin' under control 'ere; I expect my daughter back in one piece tonight. Great conversation, let's not have it ever again. G'bye, ma'am." Howard quickly made himself sparse in the demoness' presence, leaving her establishment with an uneasy close of the door. How weird Chizuko thought of the man, a towering wall of nothing but horn and muscle, to be so squicked out from her story. She thought nothing more of it, only giving the strange moment a mental shrug of her shoulders. But in her now alone time, she appreciated the fine works of the doors laid in front of her as she waited for their recipients to emerge, clean and ready. The beautiful dark grain scribbled across the lighter surface caught her eyes as they displayed their natural art. It was worth just sitting around, doing nothing to her.

The dreaded time has came faster than you realized, it was time for you to get out of your bath, lest the Chosen Female had no qualms with mating with a walking, talking prune. With a quick, but caring toweling off they moved on to a different task: with a razor in hand the designated leader started shearing you clean like a Sheep-kin. You stood over your own bed of trimmed bush as Aphrodite continually found her blade overwhelmed with each stroke. Surely the mouse made slow, careful progress of you, gently holding your goods in her fine palms to keep her approaching razor from doing harm to you. Either that, or she became somewhat obsessed about holding your thick gender in her palms. "Oh my-my, I gotta say, I'm quite impressed with you: no matter how much I cut off, there's more waiting for me." She remarked, her surrounding Daughters giggled to themselves as they watched. The closer the blade came to your staff of arousal, the more you wanted to jump out of the mouse's grasp, but she kept a careful, steady pace about her hand. She reached places you yourself were too afraid of shaving, gently gliding her sharp tool across your scrotum and other soft areas with marvelous surgical precision. With all the time she took, not a single bleeding cut was found across your crotch, and not a single patch of hair was missed. The cold breeze was unfamiliar to your bald crotch, but it felt refreshing, nonetheless. With all the hair out of the way, the daughters were left hypnotized with your revealed length, some even drooled with envy they weren't allowed to have you to themselves.

"Don't mind them and their naive minds, they always act like that around men." Aphrodite reminded you not to get your hopes up, though even she couldn't help but be caught in your hypnosis. "It is now time for you to don your markings. Oh girls~!" A lone maiden brought her leader a lone cart upon her demand. Black smudges smeared all over the small, white cylinder, filled with some sort of skin paint. Aphrodite dipped her small digits in the gunk, and before you know it, your body was a canvas for the mouse to finger paint on; all across your flesh she drew vaguely tribal designs, her running fingers tried to force a giggle out of you from tickling. "These markings are a symbol of fertility." Aphrodite explained. "As the Chosen Couple connect each other through their love, these markings will bless their offspring with an extraordinary gift: whether be it good health, a strong body, or unmatched creativity. Even after they wash off their effects remain permanent, only until the child is born. And with this, your preparations are complete." Aphrodite's hand stopped drawing, with its tattoo drawn all over your body it didn't find a reason to continue further. Your body became a canvas of more than several lines and dots, too intricate to be just randomly placed doodles. You twisted yourself around to check out your new ink; not too spiffy if you said so yourself.

"Oh my, don't you look dashing~" The mouse leader teased you with words a mother would say to her high school before he goes off to prom. "I'm sure you'll make your Alpha-female very happy; I know you made me very happy-" she made things a little too personal a little too fast, grabbed hold of your extension in her still inky paws; with each stroke she smeared a light coat of body paint along your length while placing it underneath her wanting gender, letting her glaze wash off the smudges. If you had to take a wild guess she grew a little too accustomed of your presence, and wasn't nearly ready to let you go, both metaphorically and literally. Carefully you tried to nudge away, hoping the mouse would learn she was getting a little too close for your comfort, but her grip resumed; for added assurance, her thin, coarse tail wrapped around your leg, preventing you from getting away too far. With your dick squeezed firmly between her furry thighs, you were left surprised as to how such a small thing who barely came up to your shoulder blades had the iron grip of a boa constrictor.

"Why're you so shy all of a sudden?" She giggled into your chest, as if your resistance was turning her on. "You still have time before your big appearance, baby, I'm sure you could stay a little while longer. It's not everyday a Chosen Male walks in to my chambers with a dick like yours: your warm, thick, pulsing length pressing against my lips, it's absolutely driving my libido up the wall! I'm sure your Female won't mind if my Daughters and I take a couple samples of you, hmm?" Everywhere you frantically looked, you were being closed off by the approaching circle of maidens, with lust burning brightly in their eyes fueling their urge to harvest your seed to supply their hungry wombs with a new generation of kin. As your breath shortened as quickly as your space, you knew you had to get out somehow. Whenever you push away from the mouse, her servants would only push you back into her grasp; what were you to do without harming them? You only hoped some kind of savior angel would come and save you from your moral gray spot. Luckily for you your inner plea was answered; whether you like it or not, your "savior angel" happened to be Madam Chizuko peeping her head out from the door to check on progress.

"Hey, Aphrodite, what's taking you so lo- HEY! WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL-!" The fox thundered down the marble steps, the once peaceful and calming atmosphere boiled into hostility, filling the mice with the cowardice to even speak back. The nervous rodents found it in their best interests to back off from the approaching demoness, lest they want to feel her full rage. She looked the leader dead in the eyes, hiding a volcano of resentment ready to erupt behind her otherwise calm blue eyes; Aphrodite could feel it piercing through her gut, suddenly she felt her drive burnt out of fuel. Just one look dissolved you from the mouse's clutches as she pushed you aside to deal with a much more...aggressive problem.

"Uh-uh-uh-uhm, h-h-hey, Chizuko, how's it hangin'?" The mouse found her own confidence to be just an illusion, hiding a well-disguised tone of weakness that was only brought out while facing the fox for her action.

"Oh, nothing much: I wanted to check on how things were going, and I find you and your sluts almost about to rape this poor bastard."

"O-o-oh...was that what I was about to do? N-no, no, I-I-I wasn't going to do that; no, that's just silly! I was...I was thoroughly checking if his equipment works. Yeah, that's it! Hehehehe."

Aphrodite's nervous laugh only baited a suspiciously raised eyebrow from the demoness; Chizuko's been around the block plenty of times to know what bullshit sounded like, and knew exactly what she saw. But a small piece of her enjoyed watching the timid rat squirm for an excuse, so she decided to play along with her coy act. "Oh, okay. So you weren't going to take him for a little joy ride? Am I clearly hearing that?"

"Y-y-yup, sure thing!"

"Y'know, you should count yourself lucky: I don't have the time right now to play along with your coy excuses, so I'm just going to take this Chosen Male and leave." The huffy Chizuko wrapped herself around your arm as a father would walking his daughter down the aisle, and herded you back to your own dimension in a tempered pace. "After all this is done, I'll think of a proper punishment for you, Aphrodite."

"Y-yes, Chizuko. I understand."

"Good. Oh, by the way: good job cleaning him up." That was the last thing the mouse heard from the fox before Chizuko left with you. The mice looked at each other as if some spell broke them away from an illusion, and they were facing reality for the first time in a while, with the same confused look on their faces that spoke more clearly than any spoken word- what the hell happened? Even the leader seemed to grovel a little to herself when she came to terms of what she almost did under her own self brainwash. Poor ladies, being left to their own, the only thing they're servicing was their own awkwardness that reality left on their doorstep.

Something changed about the brothel since the last time you were in it. You stood on a stage, at the end a bed awaited you, wrapped in fine red linen, guarded by two podiums barely coming up to your chest. You were gone what felt like five minutes, how did Madam Chizuko prepare all this that quickly?

An ocean of festival-goers filled the infinite floors, each with their own partner by their side: boyfriend and girlfriend, boyfriends, girlfriends, practically ever conceivable sexuality was present for the ceremony. Even with all these people here, you were quick to spot Howard somewhere in the middle of the crowd, with the Zebra waitress from earlier barely containing herself as she glided her hands across his chest. It seemed everyone was waiting for the show to start.

You looked to the left to see Patty patiently waiting to start. What a gorgeous woman she was in her bare skin: her deep auburn hair was let out of its twin braids, and flowed like a fine wave of wheat. like you her barely sunkissed skin showcased a multitude of temporary tattoos, from head to toe. She shot a teasing side glance at you, while her arms play with her grown bosom as if she were trying to comfortably situate her girls; but you could just tell that's not what she was doing, she just knew what you wanted. "Here, hold this-" Madam Chizuko whispered into your ear. When you reached your palms out, the fox passed you a burning orange flame, flaring passionately with heat, yet somehow cool to the touch, unable to burn you; it must be some of her magic. Patty wasn't left out either, as the demoness gifted a flame to her as well.

The fox took center spotlight, with a couple thundering claps breaking whatever little social time the festival-goers had with each other, demanding their eyes be on her for the moment. "Hello, everyone!" Madam Chizuko announced to the crowd with enough energy to move an entire Futbol stadium into an out-roar. "For those who don't know me, I am Madam Chizuko, the owner of this fine establishment that you all are in right now. We did it, we all made it through the Festival of the Passerby! And what's not a better way to close it off with a ceremony of love? These two lovebirds standing behind me hold within their hands their love, their passion, their flame. As the legend states, the Passerby gifted the Chosen Couple with these flames as a consolation of their now free will; just like the originals before them centuries ago, it is their flame that will melt away the era of cold and tyranny, and usher in an age of warmth and peace. Let your flame ignite the new era, Chosen Couple!"

Like a well choreographed routine you and patty approached your respective podium. You each offered your flames to the brass bowls held on top of the columns; something held inside the brass ignited, growing the flame with a subtle burn. It reminded you of watching a young bonfire trying to grow. "Their love for each other burns from atop the pillars; the gentle light guides them to their unity!" Chizuko roared to the crowd. It was obvious what your next step was; you and your lover walked towards the bed, with arms wrapped around each others' waist. It was finally going to happen. Your heart raced as you approached , beating so loud you thought the crowd might hear it. Though you weren't feeling it, alone, you could even feel the vibrations of Patty's dancing heart from her waist.

Things took a slightly sudden turn as you arrived to your "place of unity", your Cow-kin lover turned you about, and sat you on the edge of the slippery mattress. She crawled on top of your lap, the faint light of the burning torches revealed her loving smile and her soft muddy eyes, reflecting only you in her pupils like a mirror. Her flower hovered over your twitching cock, teasing it with its oozing juices, but what was she waiting for? Taking a deep breath, she slowly sank her plump flesh down your hardened shaft, and her virginity broke from your presence; she bit her lip as a single tear broke from her eye, you hoped she didn't hurt herself too much. With your bodies united at last, the crowd followed your act with their own, letting their exhaustion of today melt away through their mating.

She was like nothing you've ever felt before! You couldn't bring an accurate description to mind: only "warm, wet, and tight", but that couldn't fully explain it. You laid yourself down on the bed, accepting the slow ride given by your partner. Even through her slow pace, you could feel her own frustration; the cravings she endured for how many years were now finally being met, with the man of her dreams. The closest things to words you heard from her mouth were lustful grunts and groans, and if those counted as words, you were saying the same thing. You gently squeezed one of her dangling boobs with your hand as she worked your pole, her malleable flesh squished into your palm like a marshmallow. Pinching her perky nips forced a few distinctive groans from her; despite hearing some slight pain peppered over her panting, it was arousing her even more.

Patty decided to turn it up a notch: her slow motions became wild and ravenous, her supple ass bucked up and down your meat, craving your seed. It wouldn't be long until she got it; for the past two minutes she was going at you like it was twenty, you felt your entire resistance being pushed back to your very tip, you couldn't hold it in much longer! With an ass cheek in each hand, you plunged her entire being down your shaft, holding her down as you delivered your package to her. She roared with ecstasy-filled screams as she felt her womb fill up like a water balloon with your spunk, and what a big load it was; even when you masturbated you were never able to empty out this much.

With the last drop emptied Patty slowly rose up from your dick. When her feminine flesh finally spat you out, a pool of endless white rushed out to cover the sheets with small puddles of batter. She fainted in your arms, her exhausted pants brushed across your neck. For such a short run, she was satisfied, but were you? Your heart said "yes", but your still hard phallus screamed "more!" You didn't want it to end this quickly.

You rolled the cuddling Patty on her back, a look of confusion struck her face when she watched you spread her thighs. It was only clear to her what you were doing when you slammed your dick back into her tight sheath; with her virginity newly broken a couple of discomforting yelps escaped her mouth as you explored her pussy some more. It was now your turn to conduct this train; it's about time you teach her control.

You thought she looked so cute looking away from you as she was being conquered, beautiful even. Her deep blush rushed from her face, giving her pale body some color. While you preoccupied her slippery snatch with a steady motion of your own, you decided to take some of the excitement to the top floor: You latched your lips onto one of her succulent teats, gently biting and suckling on her sensitive nipple while you pounded away. With each round of ecstasy bursting through her, a little milk shot into your mouth; her sweet essence was completely addicting to you, each stream being more flavorful than the last. You knew she still had some juice left in her. Patty grew used to the pain her body was going through, it was quickly becoming something of a turn-on. She placed her hand behind your head, keeping you from latching off from delivering that good hurt to her. She was in her own little Heaven, and she was the goddess.

Your belly became full from her drink, satisified it was able to get it straight from the factory, warm and delicious. She wrapped her legs around your thrusting pelvis, commanded with an iron will to not let go until she received more of your seed. It was strange, but you felt like your mind was melding with hers, along with your body. You just wanted to be lost in this wave of bliss, and let your motions become pure muscle memory. Her flesh quickly grew accustomed to yours, happily welcoming each intrusion.

It wasn't long until you felt an uncomfortable tightness inside your cock, a clear indication to you your endurance was on the verge of breaking, again. Your pelvic dance grew quicker, and quicker, but your lover was too dazed with sex to realize you were nearing your breaking point, nor did she really care. You nudged the girl off her back while standing her straight up, holding her body up to yours in an embracing hug while you continued hammering away in her love tunnel until the inevitable time of release. Her hot breath showered your shoulder, and you couldn't help but sneak a little love bite on her neck, as you filled your palms with her squishy butt. She was the person you wanted to spend your life with, and what a perfect choice you made.

With all the pressure in your dick built up uncomfortably to the tip with the few minutes you bought, it was finally time for your release. You sunk the cow girl down your throbbing cock as you delivered yet another large shipment of seed to her womb; it wasn't as much as last time, though you had no doubt you could still fill a cup easily. She squealed a soft moan, grasping you firmly as she was filled to her capacity; you both were happily spent. She locked her lush lips to yours in a kiss of satisfaction, keeping her form about her before fainting into your arms seconds later. Your tattoos were all smudged and You laid her down as gently as you could, and thought it best to join her in a quick nap. Who needed a blanket when you had the warm body of your lovely to comfort you? If you had just one complaint about today, it would be: trying to forget you were nearly raped.

Something tried to distract your attention from your short nap, like someone was nudging you to wake you up. You opened your eyes to find Madam Chizuko hovering over you, a pile of your folded clothes in her hands. "Wake up, sleepyhead~" She cooed softly like a bird chirping in the morning. "The party is over, now. You've been asleep for hours." Really? Hours? You jumped from the bed, taking your clothes from the generous fox while you rushed to put them on. "I can't believe you both were pretty knocked out from such a light fucking." The demoness giggled to herself, while you fought the urge to argue back it wasn't so light, though quickly redeciding that wasn't in your best interests. Just as your exhausted cow girl started to wake up, you noticed the place was now barren of festival-goers, except for Harold and the Zebra.

"Well, that was some show you n' Patty put on." The bull told you as you put your shirt on.

"Oh yes, what a show!" The Zebra-kin replied cheerfully. "Themba and bull had an extraordinary mating session!"

"My name is Howard. But now that ya got my daughter pregnant, don' expect me ta jus' accept that quickly: if I hear ya hurt er', if I see a single bruise on 'er, yer spendin' the rest of yer existence as my wall decoration. Ya hear me, boy?" With the bull's excellent demand made, you agreed with the best of your intentions; he's practically in your family, now. "Good. So, uh, listen: I was thinkin', maybe she should stay at yer place, tonight. As much as it pains me, I've come to accept my baby girl isn' a baby, anymore. Maybe, if I let her stay a couple days at a time with you, it would hopefully gimme time ta wean outta that stage of my fatherhood; it's 'bout time my little bird leaves the nest, a little step atta time." You didn't know what to say about that, maybe it's best not to say anything; as reluctant as it may be, you could only respect the honor the father bestowed upon you. You had to admit, what with all he had to face, the bull had a knack of treating one of life's hardest roles as mere poetry on paper. These weren't just regular tears flowing from your eyes, they were excess appreciation in liquid form, and boy did he deserve every last drop.

"B-bull's words are beautiful! Themba can't stop crying!" The zebra decided to join the waterworks.

He walked up the stage to meet with his drowsy daughter. As gentle as you ever saw him be, he held her in his arms, carrying her everywhere like she were still a baby. "I want y'all ta be happy, I really do. All I ask: is don't be reckless." The bull told you. "We all had an exhausting day, let's go home." What a splendid idea, you couldn't wait to sleep in your own bed. You all left the building as a group, having the events of today burned in your memories, it was just too interesting to forget about.

Tonight you finally killed your own loneliness, with Patty sleeping with you at your ranch. With her cozily snug in your bed, it was nothing but a trail of happiness ahead of you. But the bull's words still echoed in your head as freshly as he could have said them just now, and you answered the echoes with your own; you're on the way to having your own family, now, you promised yourself to take good care of Patty, with all your being. You didn't mind her snoring filling your room, they actually sounded precious. With a peck to her forehead, you went off to catch a few Z's yourself.

Months have passed since the festival, the calm spring grew to a passionate summer, though you could do without the blaring heat. Your crops, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the summer. You were enjoying your morning breakfast, a simple bowl of cereal, when you were suddenly grappled from behind. Who could it be, you wonder. To your playful surprise, it was Patty giving you a good morning hug. The result of her motherhood pressed against your back, your daughter safely hiding in her womb also wanted to say hello; the gang was all here. You returned her hug with a kiss, and a gentle rub for her bulging tummy. But this morning would have a nice surprise awaiting you. Patty showed you a sunny smile, before blessing your ears with the first words you've ever heard her say-

"I love you."