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Company could be good, even when you didn’t enjoy talking to people in general.

People who knew Yahya could chalk him as “socially awkward”. Maybe even as straight out antisocial. However, it was merely a fact of not being able to bond with just anyone. It was not his fault if most people didn’t have anything interesting to say.

He was the kind who preferred to only be with people who understood him, or at least that would not waste his time with useless chit-chat when they could be doing or talking about anything that could be productive.

That was Yahya for you.

The rats were not as annoying as most people. Of course, that adoration that they seemed to have for him ever since he took them under his wing out of pity could be a tiny bit annoying, even creepy. However, the fact that they were all ready to work for him at any time that he demanded of them was certainly good for the horse. Their networking of information proved to be of great value for the horse on his mission to fight off all injustice and crime and make the perfect society where he wished he had the opportunity to live in as a child.

The society that he wished others to be able to live.

And there was the fact that they could treat to his wounds quite well whenever he came back from a mission, so Yahya didn’t hat to rely on doctors and hospitals. Yahya never really trusted those.

However, the way they were all over him did became quite annoying after some time, to the point where Yahya would eventually dismiss them, sending them over to do some grunt work on another area, to survey a certain place or to get more information on a certain subject that was of his interest. This was enough for them to leave him alone, so he could enjoy the peace and quiet all alone on his house, as he recovered from his latest ordeal with those rats bugging him.

They were probably the closest people to him nowadays. However, Yahya knew that he would never be as close to them as he once was with a certain Komodo dragon.

One that he thought he would never see again up until a few months ago.

However, he did crossed paths with Gosha again, and it was on the most shocking way he could have ever imagine it would ever happen.

After all, how could he ever expect that, during an undercover operation on a gay strip club, he would find no other than his old friend and partner Gosha. Not as a patron, but as one of the workers of the place, dancing on an obscenely small thong for a horny crowd of males under the monic of “Lizzie the Lizard”?

Yahya certainly didn’t expect that. Not even on his wildest dreams.

Not on his wildest, sexiest dreams, with that handsome and strong body, with multiple scales glistening under the light like emeralds while Gosha swung the bulge of his jockstrap around before turning around and lifting his tail to reveal the butt-plug on his tight-looking tailhole...

Fuck! He was thinking about it again! His dick was starting to get hard!

Stop it! Think about things that turn you off! Politicians! Criminals! Butcher houses! The Black Market in general and all the despicable elements that called it home!

Yeah, that was working.

Yahya let out a half-sigh, half-groan as he relaxed on the couch, as he managed to, at least for now, avoiding becoming horny at the thought of that one private dance he had with Gosha while under disguise, which would eventually cause him to need to rush to the bathroom right away and masturbate furiously while thinking of that blasted lizard.

Like he had done so many times since their meeting that Yahya could not count all of them.

And there were the dreams. Dreams that were so vivid, graphic and explicit that Yahya thought that they could only happen to teenagers going through puberty and whose hormones were out of control. However, Yahya was having all kinds of vivid dreams with Gosha. They always started with Gosha dancing for him like he did back on the club. However, as the dreams progressed, Gosha got closer to him, first by dancing on his lap, then running his hands over his broad chest... unbuttoning his shirt so he could feel his bare fur... then unbuckling his belt and slowly unzipping his fly before... GAH!

Turn-off thoughts! Turn-off thoughts!

Yahya let out a groan that nearly turned into a wail that he was very glad those rats were not there to hear, otherwise they would be all over him checking his whole body for injuries that would cause him to produce a sound like that.

Yahya sighed, as he once more asked himself if asking Gosha to be his information on the Melon case was a mistake. However, as he weighed the pros and cons, Yahya was able to, objectively looking, concluded that it was the right call.

On the pros’ side, Gosha was able to provide information that proved critical on the case. Right from the beginning he was able to tell Yahya that Melon was not a purebred gazelle, but a hybrid of gazelle and leopard, what explained much of the inconsistency on previous intel and opened a new path for the investigation, as it allowed for them to find concrete information on the hybrid’s past, including how he killed a bunch of classmates while still a child by throwing them off the school’s roof.

And Gosha was also able to confirm to them that he was involved in several criminal activities, and that he even had connections to some of the most dangerous gangs of the Black Market. Melon was, much to Yahay’s surprise, quite close to the Madaragumi.

Apparently, he was... “bedfellows” with their leader. Well, no surprises there, considering that he frequented the one club where Gosha worked.

All that information not only helped them prevent some of Melon’s future crimes, but they also helped them undermine the Madaragumi’s criminal activities. And preventing one of the gumis from committing crimes was always a pro on Yahya’s book.

Due to this, Yahya had been seeing himself taking a lot of cold showers, so he could keep himself cool when interacting with Gosha to receive the reports that he, as his new informant, would give him. To avoid suspicions, Yahya would get those info by disguising as a zebra and going to see Gosha’s performances, posing as just another client, preventing anyone in there from finding out that the dancer known as Lizzie was being an informant for the police, what would certainly put Gosha in a bad spot with the kind of people who frequented that place.

Yahya didn’t want anything bad to happen to Gosha, after all.

So, Yahya would sit there and talk to Gosha as the Komodo danced for him on a thong, even going as far as to dance right on his lap. Right after, Yahya would rush to the restrooms, lock himself on a cubicle and then masturbate furiously while moaning Gosha’s name.

He just could not help himself. Seeing Gosha dancing like that for him was such a turn on! And Yahya had no idea why!

I mean, come on!

He was a man! A man’s man! He would sleep with female horses whenever he had a chance! In fact, he had been sleeping with then a lot more frequently since Gosha became his informant.

And each time he slept with one of them, his thoughts invariably turned to Gosha. To the point where Yahya often caught himself biting his lips when with the ladies, as to keep himself from moaning the Komodo’s name.

“Fuck!” Yahya said to himself, slamming his hand on the nearby table. The resulting bang echoed through all the empty apartment. After a few moments, Yahya just let out a sigh, as he leaned back into the chair, asking himself what was happening with his head since he crossed paths with Gosha again.’

Although, a part of him felt like he already knew the answer. He just didn’t want to admit it...

The sound of the phone on his desk playing suddenly snapped him out of his reflections, and this caused Yahya to look at it for a few seconds, before he got up from the chair and walked to it.

He then picked the phone.

“What?” He asked, and the answer came from the other side. It was one of the officers on the lobby. Which one Yahya didn’t knew, and he honestly could not bring himself to care. However, he is very interested when the officer said to him about “some frantic Komodo dragon on the lobby”.

“He is pretty eager to talk to you, sir.” The officer said, “He doesn’t say what it is, but is saying that he needs to talk to you directly sir, regarding something that happened on a club he works.”

Gosha.

“Send him in.” Yahya said immediately.

“Are you sure, sir?” The officer asked, “Because, this lizard seems to be pretty nervous. He is drooling venom all over the floor, and he nearly snapped at one of us when we tried to get him to sit down. We are even considering maybe cuffing and muzzling him...”

“Don’t you dare lay a single finger on that Komodo dragon, do you hear me?” Yahya said, sounding harsher than he had originally intended, and he probably assumed that the cop on the other end was shocked for hearing him speak like that all of a sudden. Yahya, on his end, recovered his composure, and said again:

“That Komodo dragon is an informant on the Melon Case. His intel is pretty valuable, and if he wants so bad to see me, then it must be something really important. Let him up, I want to hear what he has to say. By the way, I don’t want anyone to interrupt us.”

“Y-yessir.” The officer said, and he hang up the phone. Yahya placed the phone down, and he then started wondering why Gosha came. Well, it was certainly for something important, if he was as nervous as the officer told him through the phone.

“Did Melon do something?” Yahya asked himself, “Or did he revealed some kind of information that Gosha could not wait for me to go and decided to come to see me instead?”

Well, Yahya was ready to start asking questions to Gosha as soon as he walked inside.

However, he didn’t even had time to. As soon as he opened the door, Gosha forced his way into his apartment before he could even formulate any kind of question, and the Komodo was talking without any pause, nearly tripping on his own words as he tried to say something that seemed to be of the utmost important to Yahya.

However, as he saw that the Komodo was starting to let out venom on his spittle as he rushed to talk to the horse, the Beastar noticed that there was something wrong in there.

“Hey. Hey! Gosha!” Yahya said, as he rushed to the lizard and grabbed him by the shoulders, squeezing perhaps a bit tad harder than he needed to. “Calm the fuck down!”

Being yelled like that on the face made Gosha pause and look at the horse. Some drops of venom continued to leak from his lips and drip on the floor, causing the hard wood to sizzle and let out fumes as the extremely virulent toxin ate through it.

“Take a deep breath.” Yahya said to him, looking him deep in the eyes. “And then tell me what happened.”

“IwasworkingonmyshiftwhenMelon-”

“Slowly!” Yahya said to him, “And in full sentences, otherwise I won’t be able to understand what you are trying to say!”

Gosha looked at Yahya, still panting as he seemed not to be able to get just enough air into his lungs at the moment.

Then, in a more controlled manner, he started telling Yahya what happened.

“Melon came to see me again.” The Komodo said, and this made the horse pay even closer attention to him. As he narrated it, his scales stood as he remembered the event.

“It was my first private dance of the night, and Melon had booked me solid...”

“I have paid you for the whole night, dear Lizzie.” Melon said to him as he removed his mask, revealing his leopard features that he otherwise hid from the world. He even opened his shirt by unbuttoning it, revealing his lite gazelle body with melon leaves tattoos. “So, let’s not rush anything. Make it nice and slow, like you know I like. Put a good show for me, my dear.”

Gosha couldn’t help but notice that, as of late, Melon had been calling him things like “my dear” and “my love” a lot. And Gosha had the impression that, in all those occasions, he was putting a certain emphasis on the word “my”. Nearly as if he was trying to assert something.

Well, it was not Gosha’s job to question. In fact, he was often advised, back when he first started on this job, to ignore when the clients said those kinds of things. Their words were harmless, after all, as long as they only remained words.

So, Gosha started to dance for him. This time there was no pole, instead there were two long coils of soft rope coming down from the ceiling, and which Gosha used as part of his dancing. He would wrap his limbs on the rope and hang from it as he made sexy movements, gyrating and thrusting his hips as he swung slightly as he continued to move into the rhythm of the beat playing, which was slightly slower than the music he usually had to dance for.

Apparently, Melon had requested for something more “intimate”.

“Oh, yes...” Melon said, as he watched the Komodo dancing before him. “Yes, that’s it... just like that. Keep dancing like that for me, daddy... Oh, yes... swing from those ropes... you look nice on them… would look even nicer if you were hanging from your neck...”

Gosha continued to dance as Melon said those things to him. Another thing that Gosha noticed was that Melon had bee, with increasing frequency, been referring to him as “daddy”. He also noticed that often Melon made comments like that, speaking of how “exciting” it would see to see Gosha die. To watch him open wounds on himself and bleed out, or how nice it would be to otherwise watch him die a slow death in which he would squirm and twitch a lot.

This seemed to be what got Melon’s rocks off.

The hybrid did mention that, because of his mixed heritage, he had the craving to see violence and blood. Those cravings that, as Gosha found out from Yahya, he satisfied by killing other animals.

Gosha had been slightly wearier of those kinds of commentaries since he found that out about the hybrid who, until that point, was just a poor kid who had it thought due to not being as “normal” as the animals around him.

“Say, Lizzie...” Melon said, as Gosha was gyrating his hips as he supported himself on the ropes with a leg and an arm. “Any chance you could come here and help me with this?”

Gosha ventured to look and, as he expected, the “this” Melon was asking his help with was the front of his underwear. The hybrid was shamelessly groping after opening his pants as he continued to look at the lizard.

“Maybe I will finally get hard if someone else is touching it.” The hybrid said to him, “I might even start leaking! Come on, don’t tell me you don’t want to give pre a taste at least once? You can place some on your fingers and lick it.”

Gosha sighed from behind his gasmask.

“Melon, we talked about this.” Gosha said to him, “I am not allowed to have intimate contact with the clients. It is against establishment rules. Sorry.”

Melon looked at him for a few moments. A beam of hatred and aggression coming from his eyes right into the lizard that was dancing to him.

It only lasted for a few seconds, and then it vanished just as suddenly as it appeared. This was another consequence of his mixed heritage, those sudden bounds of murderous aggressiveness that could come, sometimes out of nowhere. They were another thing that the hybrid opened up about with the lizard on the many times he had visited him since their first private dance.

Melon then sighed, and then he reached for something inside of his bag.

“Want a drink?” Melon said, as he offered one of the bottles of energetic drink to the lizard. “Winter is coming, and it is important for lizards to maintain hydrated during this time, since it is usually when you shed.”

Gosha looked at him for a moment. Then he reached out for the bottle and thanked Melon for this.

Hey, there was no rules about accepting gifts from the clients, if they want to give you something. Also, Melon was right about hydrating being important for reptiles around that time of the year.

Removing his mask, Gosha drank from the bottle of drink, while Melon had his own bottle to drink from. As they did, they continued to talk, with Melon complaining about how he was “having some problems with a leopard who was using him for sex”. Gosha listened, and even gave his two cents on the matter, all the while making mental notes on everything that Melon was telling him so he could pass it to Yahya on his next report.

In moments like that, Gosha wished he had enough clothing to hide a recorder so he could record the conversations he had with Melon. However, the clothing they gave him on that work was skimpy, and he had no place to hide anything, unless it was on his tailhole, but Gosha didn’t feel like going that far just yet.

“So, liking your drink, Lizzie?” Melon asked of him. Gosha answered it was good, although a bit overly sweet. Melon nodded, and said that he didn’t noticed, once he didn’t have his sense of taste. However, he promised that, next time, he would be bringing a different brand of drink for the lizard.

“So...” Melon said, as he splayed his legs, exposing his underwear bulge to the lizard. “About that little thing I needed your help with...”

Gosha sighed again.

“Melon, I can’t. I literally just told you.” The lizard said, “I am not allowed to get intimate with the clients.”

Melon looked at him for a few second, before he slowly closed his legs, all the while staring at him, looking slightly disappointed.

“That’s just on working hours, is it?” Melon asked him. “What if, as soon as the time of the session is done, I take you somewhere else? Maybe to have dinner? Or we could just fool around somewhere? A motel? A dirty alley? Either is fine by me.”

“Melon, I can’t.” Gosha said to him. “I can’t have anything to do with my clients, either in or out of work.”

The hybrid looked at him for a few moments.

“Is that so...?” He asked, there was something about the tone he used that made Gosha very uneasy.

“Then, you have not been going to see that zebra?”

Gosha tensed as he heard that. What, of course, the hybrid notice.

“Yes, I know about that zebra who came here a while ago and had a private session with you while I was not around.” Melon said to the lizard, looking at him, “Even laid his hand on you. Twice. And you didn’t beat him up like you did to the last three guys who tried that, and like you nearly did to me the first time I tried.”

Gosha only continued to look at him, and the hybrid continued to look in direction to him, nearly as if he was trying to peer deep into his soul.

“And, I heard someone say that, only a couple weeks after that, you met with that very same zebra outside of your workplace, behind an old building just a few blocks from here. And that you two seemed... pretty chummy.”

That was an occasion when Gosha had met with Yahya personally to deliver a report. The horse had, once more, been on his zebra disguise, and he and Gosha talked about work. They had to be discrete, of course, as they could not avoid calling attention. Apparently, however, someone saw them, and that information made it to the hybrid.

And Melon did not look happy about it.

“So, you are seeing some zebra, aren’t you?” Melon said to him. “Is he nice to talk with?” He asked, looking at the lizard. “Nicer than me?”

Gosha had long noticed that Melon had an affection towards him. It seemed to be paternal at first. However, as time passed, it turned more and more obvious just what kind of attention that the hybrid wanted from the lizard, and that he was frustrated for not getting any from him.

And now, that he assumed that Gosha was giving that attention to someone else, it clearly devolved into jealousy.

“Melon...” Gosha said to him, and then, the hybrid shrugged.

“Well, I assume we all need to meet people to talk.” The hybrid said, “That was why I started to look for someone to talk as well. And let me tell you, it is not easy.”

“But, I eventually found someone who I may be able to talk with.” Melon said, smirking at the Komodo dragon. “At a certain place called Cherryton Academy.”

Gosha tensed as he heard that, his eyes widening as a feeling came into his guts as those words came from the hybrid’s mouth. Melon noticed that as well, and his smirk widened ever so slightly.

“Yes, there are a lot of people in there who one could talk with. It is an elite school, after all. And a mixed one too! Quite rare those days.” Melon said to the lizard. “And I even met one person there that really called my attention. A teenage wolf. Pretty big for his age and with uncommon eyes. Like the ones of a reptile.”

Gosha’s body was growing tenser and tenser the more the hybrid spoke.

“His name is Legoshi.” Melon said, “He is a member of the Drama Club in there. And there is a very curious thing about him, you see, I checked his files, and his emergency contact is some guy named Gosha. A Komodo dragon, like you, Lizzie.”

The plastic bottle was crushed under Gosha’s grip, as Melon continued to speak:

“I didn’t really spoke to him... yet.” Melon said, “But I am seriously considering. Maybe I’ll even take him for a stroll around this area. I know a lot of guys in here who would love to meet a young, handsome wolf like that. I mean, with you busy seeing that zebra, I could use some company, maybe even introduce him to my leopard friends...”

That was all Gosha could take.

He lunged at the hybrid before he even knew what he was doing.

“You disgusting psychopath!” Gosha hissed at his face as he pinned him down. Melon looked up at him, and the smirk, along with all smugness, was gone from his features, replaced by fear.

The fear of an herbivore who realized he made a terrible mistake by teasing a carnivore.

“Don’t you dare to go anywhere near that wolf...” Gosha hissed, venom accumulating on his mouth and threatening to drip down on the gazelle he was pinning down. “If you as much as lay a finger on him, I will tear you apart limb by limb!”

Gosha kept pinning the terrified hybrid down, ignoring the voice on the intercom telling him to let go of the hybrid. A bouncer needed to come in there and forcefully pull the reptile off the hybrid, who still looked shaken as he got to his feet and stumbled out of that room as fast as he could.

Gosha was still on edge after Melon left.

Actually, as minutes passed since the hybrid left, Gosha was growing more and more nervous, as he suddenly realized that he had let his emotions get the best of him, and that he may have made a terrible mistake.

He was so nervous that he could not perform properly, and his supervisor, seeing how tense he was, decided to give him the rest of the evening off, as he knew that, in this state, the Komodo not only would not be able to make a proper dance for his next client, but he could even snap at them as well.

Gosha left the club, and he was growing more and more restless about what happened.

That was when he decided that he needed to go see Yahya as fast as possible.

“I screwed up, didn’t I?” Gosha asked, tension written all over his features, as well as his body language. “I should not have fallen for his provocation! I scared him, Yahya! Now he probably won’t come back! Worse yet, he might go after Legoshi out of spite for what I did! What should I do, Yahya!? What should I do!? We need to do something before he goes after my grandson! Legoshi might be in danger as we speak!”

Now venom was flying from Gosha’s mouth with each sentence. Yahya had to duck out of the way to avoid a particularly big spittle that hit the chair he was sitting in and then immediately started eating through it like acid.

“Gosha! Calm down!” Yahya had to yell at Gosha, as he and the Komodo were now standing, with the Komodo apologizing profusely, but saying that he could not help it. He has been feeling more and more tense ever since he walked out of the club, and that he was feeling tense and all hot inside. He also mentioned how his head was feeling light and how he was having trouble breathing.

That was when Yahya noticed that Gosha was hard. His dick was tenting the inside of his pants, forming the obscenest bulge.

“Gosha, what the fuck!?” Yahya said, as he looked at the Komodo, who was panting now.

“Y-Yahya...” Gosha said, between pants. “I-I... I feel so hot!”

Then Gosha tried to lunge at him.

This caught Yahya off-guard. However, his reflexes were sharp enough that he was abler to duck out of the way, and then he grabbed Gosha’s arm and slammed him into the ground, pinning him down.

Gosha continued to pant, and his hips were moving as Yahya was on top of him. It took a few minutes for Yahya to understand that he was not trying to squirm away, but that he as humping at the ground!

“Gosha, what is happening to you!?” Yahya demanded, to what Gosha could only let out a shaky moan, as his limbs flailed wildly. From his arms to his tail, all his limbs were moving out of control, and Yahya was growing increasingly worried.

Then, he remembered something that Gosha had just told him.

“Gosha, did you said that Melon gave you something to drink?” The horse asked, and the Komodo continued to moan as he flailed.

“Gosha! Listen to me!” Yahya said to him, “Did that drink Melon gave you tasted strange!? There was something wrong with the bottle!? Something that made it seem it was tampered with!?”

Gosha took a moment to understand what Yahya was talking about, and longer than that to be able to stop moaning and hissing long enough to form coherent phrases, and that was when he said that, as he was drinking, he noticed that the bottle had a small hole on the neck, which nearly seemed to have been made by a needle...

“That was from a syringe!” Yahya said in exasperation as he held Gosha down. “Gosha, that psychotic freak drugged you!”

“O-oh...” was all Gosha managed to say, before his body started to tremble violently, his tail lashing out as Gosha let out a loud moan. “Yahyaaaaaaaaaaa! I am so hoooooooooot!”

“Dammit!” Yahya said, as he tried, in vain, to stop Gosha from trashing so much, as the Komodo would end up hurting himself. Not to mention a swing of one of his strong limbs, tail included, could put some serious damage to Yahya’s already-beaten body.

With no other choice, Yahya had to pick two pairs of cuffs, those reinforced, to hold down strong carnivores, and put them on Gosha. One on his wrists, keeping his hands bound behind his back, while the other one was cuffed on his ankles, keeping his legs together so Gosha could not kick properly.

Because Gosha would not stop drooling venom, what posed a serious risk to Yahya, the horse also needed to get a muzzle to put on him. This one was made specially for Komodo dragons, as it completely sealed the lips to prevent any poison from escaping, and it was made of industrial reinforced rubber, one of the few materials that was completely unaffected by Komodo toxin.

This reduced a lot Gosha’s trashing and neutralized his ability to bite or spit venom. In fact, it even neutralized his ability to talk, as now the only sound he was able to produce were muffled moans as he continued to struggle under Yahya, who was forced to keep a hold on Gosha so he would not squirm away.

And the Komodo was still humping the ground! The signs of his arousal were so obvious it simply was outrageous, and it made this whole situation even more embarrassing than it already was.

Just what had that hybrid given to Gosha!?

Yahya knew that he needed to find out, and so, he dragged Gosha with him near to the phone. He had to, because he was weary of letting Gosha free from his grasp and the Komodo using this chance to trash even harder. His tail already knocked down a few objects and even broke something. He was not about to give him any leverage to cause any more damages.

With one knee on Gosha’s back and a hand holding his tail, Yahya used his free hand to dial a number on the phone, and soon he was talking to a certain person who he had to deal with to do part of his job.

This guy was a drug dealer. He was specialized in all manners of recreational drugs geared towards carnivores. Most of them fabricated with ingredients harvested from herbivores, like blood and bones. Yahya busted him a while ago for being part of a criminal ring that was selling some drug made of those very same ingredients, and that had the effect of eliminating the guilt for eating herbivore meat, disguised as an energetic drink.

It had shocked Yahya that a macaw could be part of something like that, and it disgusted him to know that there were still herbivores who would gladly offer their own brethren as food to carnivores for a quick buck.

He cut him a deal of not sending him to jail in return for him becoming an unofficial informant and consultant on that specific matter for the police, to perform those services whenever Yahya called him directly.

Like the horse was doing just now to ask if he had any idea what was the drug that the bastard named Melon had given to his lizard.

Later he would reflect on how he though of Gosha as “his” lizard.

Naturally, he asked him the symptoms, as he needed this kind of information to determine what kind of drug it could be. So Yahya did gave him a description of the effects he was able to observe on Gosha. Like the fact that his breathing had been erratic and that he had been dripping venom from his mouth since he entered. How he seemed to grow more and more tense as time went on. He mentioned how Gosha seemed to have a heightened sexual desire right now, as he could not stop humping the ground as Yahya was holding him down.

Yahya even mentioned that, as he held his tail, he could notice that Gosha’s body was abnormally hot for a reptile.

All of that as taken in by Kabuk.

“I see... well, that is a lot.” The macaw on the other end of the phone said to him, on that strident voice that was so common for members of his kind, and that Yahya had always found annoying because it hurt his ears.

“Do you know what kind of drug it is?” Yahya asked, “It is some kind of aphrodisiac, isn’t it? How do I treat it? Do I need to take him to the hospital to get him that thing out of his system?”

“You seem awfully worried about this Komodo dragon, Yahya.” Kabuk said, “Honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever hear worry on your voice while talking about a carnivore.”

“Just answer the goddam question, Kabuk!” Yahya demanded of him. “What the fuck that creep gave Gosha?”

There was a silence, before Kabuk said:

“The name on the streets is Jungle Fever.”

Yahya listened to his explanation carefully.

“Like you correctly assumed, it is an aphrodisiac drug.” The macaw said, “Now, I can’t tell you the exact recipe, because whoever created it keeps it under lock and key. But, I can tell you that the two main ingredients are red ginseng and red deer antler velvet.”

“This thing works on both herbivores and carnivores, but the antler velvet makes it sure it hits the carnivores like a bulldozer. Just a dose from it and it will cause their sexual arousal to rise so much that they won’t be able to think straight. Seriously, they get so horny that they are no longer responsible for their actions. You know how the instinct to eat is closely linked to sexual desire? Well, a lot of carnivores who were under the effect of this drug ended up devouring someone. This is the actual cause of the increase in the predation incidents on the past weeks.”

Yahya tensed as he heard that. He had noticed that the predation incidents had been increasing lately, and he had been wondering what caused it.

He felt like going to Kabuk and giving him a good kicking in the feathery butt for upholding such crucial information. However, the moans of the Komodo beneath him brought him back to reality.

“Well, I got the predator restrained.” The horse said to the phone. “So what? Do I just keep him restrained until it wears of?”

“Yeah, I would not recommend that. You see, this drug is often dangerous to the very person who takes it.” Kabuk said, “It is not called Jungle Fever for no reason. The main side effect is that the body gets hot. Like, really hot. So hot that a mammal or bird would die from overheat if they are not cooled down.”

Yes, Yahya noticed how hot Gosha felt to the touch. So hot that he could easily be compared to a mammal with a heavy fever.

“You said that this carnivore you are with is a Komodo dragon, right?” Kabuk asked, “Yeah, the Jungle Fever works slightly different in reptiles. No one really knows why. Some say it is because they are cold blooded. The effects are usually instantaneous for mammals and birds, but they take longer to happen in reptiles. The guy who drugged him probably didn’t knew that, and he was expecting for your lizard to get all horny right away, but the delayed effect in reptiles made it sure that he would not feel the effects of the drug until he arrived on you.”

“Another thing about reptiles is that they do not risk overheating, because of the cold-blooded stuff. But they are still at risk because of the drug. The arousal causes the pulse to quicken so much that any animal who is affected by it will risk suffering a heart attack, if the dose is too high.”

Yahya looked down at Gosha as the Komodo let out a long wail, as if he was in pain.

“So, do I take him to the hospital?” Yahya said, a little bit of his apprehension showing through his voice. However, Kabuk said back:

“Better not. This drug is new and a lot of it is not understood yet. You take him to a doctor and they will most likely only make things worse.”

“Then what do I do, dammit!?” Yahya demanded.

“Well, as far as I know, there is only one way to help a carnivore that is under the effect of that.” The bird on the other end said.

“To release the pent-up sexual frustration.”

Yahya paused.

He just paused for a single moment.

He knew very well what Kabuk meant by that.

“I suppose you don’t have the numbers of any hookers for your lizard friend, do you?” Kabuk asked. Yahya didn’t even dignify an answer to that. He just hung up on the macaw and turned his attention to Gosha.

By now, the lizard was breathing with shallow breaths, nearly as if he could not suck in enough air through his nostrils alone. His body was burning up to the touch, way hotter than it should be natural to a reptile under any normal circumstance.

His moans were now crossing from aroused into pained, and his body was stiffening and relaxing in strange spasms.

Yahya didn’t like seeing Gosha like that.

He didn’t like it one bit.

Seeing him so clearly in pain caused something inside of Yahya hurt as well. All he could think at the moment was that he needed to do something to help his friend before it was too late.

Yahya supposed he could call in a hooker, but they would take to long to arrive, not to mention that it would open space to gossip if any of them made it into the building.

So, Yahya knew that he only had one option.

“Gosha. Gosha!” Yahya said, flipping the Komodo and then holding him by the shoulders. The lizard’s eyes were wild and frantic, but they managed to focus on Yahya as the horse talked to him.

“I can help you.” Yahya told him. “But I need you to hold still for long enough to let me work, okay?”

Gosha looked at him for a few moments, before he nodded. This was all Yahya needed.

Now... to help Gosha.

Yahya hesitated only for a moment, as he knew what he was about to do, and he could not believe that he was about to do it.

Gosha let out a whimper, and Yahya knew that he could not waste any more time.

So, the horse put himself to work as he unbuckled Gosha’s belt and opened the fly of his pants. Yahya lowered his pants down to the Komodo’s knees, exposing his scaly thighs. As well as his underwear, which was skimpy and sparkling with glitter (Yahya reminded himself that Gosha came to him rushing from the club) and was tenting with the obscenest bulge as Gosha was hard as diamond.

“Its okay...” Yahya said, “Just keep calm. Let’s get this over with.” If those words were said to Gosha or to Yahya himself, even the horse could not really tell. However, he knew that he needed to do what he had to do now.

So, he grabbed the waistband of Gosha’s underwear and pulled down, letting his two dicks flop out in the open.

Most people would be weary of sharing a room with a Komodo dragon, because of the venom thing. Heck, most herbivores would not even consider sharing a shower with a carnivore of any kind! Yahya, however, built a strong enough bond back on the day that he didn’t mind showering with Gosha. That was how he found out the juicy little detail of Komodo anatomy called “hemipenis”.

In other words, the fact that Komodos had two dicks.

He saw that plenty of times as they were either showering or changing, and he always thought it was an interesting sight. However, this was the first time that Yahya saw those two dicks hard and throbbing.

They were already leaking, with how aroused Gosha was. In fact, the front of the underwear was nearly soaked, and the way they throbbed made it seem that it would only take a few strokes to make them come.

Yes, a few strokes. That was all Yahya needed to do.

Just a few strokes.

Shit! Why was looking at them starting to make Yahya feel hot as well!?

Shaking his head, Yahya focused on the task that he had at hand, literally, and he soon grasped those two members with only one hand. He squeezed them both, pressing them against each other as he closed his fingers around them.

Gosha let out a gasp as he arched his back as he felt his dicks being touched. They throbbed so hard on Yahya’s hand that the horse thought for a moment Gosha was going to cum then and there.

However, since he didn’t Yahya had to go on with what he intended, and he started stroking.

And stroking.

And stroking.

Okay, that was taking longer than he thought.

However, Yahya continued to stroke those two dicks, growing in speed with each stroke. He even ventured to go to the heads of the dicks and tease them with his palm, hoping that this would cause Gosha to cum faster.

This had the side effect of getting his hand completely smeared in pre, what actually was a good thing, once it helped Yahya rub on the dicks more efficiently, as his hand slickly glided over the pairs of dicks.

All the while Gosha continued to gasp and to moan like a dying animal from behind his rubber muzzle. His head was shaking from side to side as tears of sheer pleasure leaked out of his eyes. His back was arching as his tail trashed around like a whip as he was molested by the horse.

Yahya was starting to get impatient. He wanted Gosha to cum at once so he could stop doing this.

Otherwise, there was a chance Gosha could notice that Yahya was enjoying this way more than he was supposed to. His face felt as hot as Gosha’s dicks, and his own dick was growing harder and harder on Yahya’s pants, no matter what kind of turn-off thoughts Yahya tried to force himself to have.

Yahya never imagined that holding two dicks on his hand could feel so... erotic... for him.

Gosha’s back arched another time, as a long, wail-like moan came out of his muzzled maw, and Yahya could feel the dicks on his hand throbbing and stiffening as the Komodo’s orgasm hit. Pearly-white cum shooting from both heads of the dicks as Yahya continued to stroke on them, for some reason not stopping. Perhaps because he wanted to be sure to work that arousal off through the orgasm? Yahya could think of it later.

By the time the ropes of white cum stopped, Gosha’s red and black polo shirt had been covered in those white stains of fresh semen, which was being absorbed by the tissue, and he was sucking in long and hard breaths through his nose, as Yahya could feel those two dicks going flaccid on his hand as he held on to them.

Yahya was able to let out a sigh, as he was glad that this was over. Now the biggest issue would be the awkwardness that would inevitably set in between the two of them once Gosha’s afterglow passed and he realized what an embarrassing situation they both put themselves into.

At least, that was what Yahya thought.

However, Gosha soon was moaning again. His dicks, which were still warm on his hand, were soon hardening once more.

Yahya let go in shock, as those twin phalluses got as hard as before, and they were once more throbbing as Gosha continued to moan.

“What the fuck!?” Yahya said as he watched as Gosha went back to the same state he was into before Yahya rubbed his dicks until he came.

Actually, Yahya had the impression that his moans were louder, and his dicks were throbbing harder!

The fuck was going on!?!?

Seeing Gosha like that, All Yahya could think of was reaching out for the phone, ignoring the fact his hand was coated in seminal and pre-seminal fluid, and dialed again the number of a certain macaw.

As soon as Kabuk answered him, Yahya started to demand answers from him, saying that he already did as he instructed, and that Gosha was still under the effects of the drug.

“Wait...” Kabuk said, “You... did it? What do you mean by ‘you did it’? What did you do?”

“Kabuk!” Yahya demanded. “Gosha is about to have a stroke! Tell me what I need to do next! Is there anything you neglected to tell me?”

And, of course there was.

After recovering from the shock of Yahya saying he had “done it with the Komodo”, Kabuk then explained to the horse the details of the drug:

“Just rubbing one is not enough to make it go away.” Kabuk said to him. “If it was, then just masturbating would be enough to get people to work it off. What would be the fun of an aphrodisiac like that?”

“No, the Jungle Fever is harder to deal with.” Kabuk said after the horse demanded him to continue. “To end the effects, the person in question really needs to have sex. They need to get laid. More than that, sometimes they needed to be completely dominated and railed by their partner. This is the only sure way to end the effects of the drug without anyone dying.”

Yahya heard everything that Kabuk said, and he felt a funny feeling on his stomach as his brain processed what he would have to do if he wanted to help Gosha.

His rational mind told him not to. That he did not swung that way. That he’s only ever been with female horses, and that he should not be entertaining the idea of being with a male or a carnivore. However, as he looked down at Gosha, who was now humping the air, causing his twin dicks to slap on his own stomach, and looking at Yahya with those pleading eyes as he whimpered, the horse made his decision.

“Fine... Fine, I’ll do it!” Yahya said, more to himself, since he had nearly forgot that he still had the phone held to his face.

“Wait, what?” Kabuk said, but Yahya had already hung up the phone.

The horse then scooped Gosha, who was trashing and writhing, into his arms and carried him bridal-style to his bedroom.

Hey, if they were going to do it, then they better do it in a bed, right?

As he carried Gosha there, Yahya reflected on what he was about to do. And on how he would be doing it.

He knew that there were ways of doing it, and he knew that he needed to do it some way. Oral sex was out of the question, because Yahya was not about to have a male’s dick on his mouth and because he was not crazy enough to put his dick anywhere near of a carnivore’s mouth, much less a venomous one. And there was certainly not on the mood to take two dicks on his tailhole, he didn’t even feel like having one!

This left only one option...

Yahya grunted as he tossed Gosha on the bed, and the Komodo landed on his belly there, before he started humping the mattress. Yahya, on his end, looked around the room for something that he could use as lube.

His heart was pounding on his chest for some reason, as Yahya caught sight of a tube of fur lotion. The rats used it for their fur, but right now, it would serve another purpose for Yahya.

The gel was viscous enough for the horse, and he soon was opening his pants and lowering both his pants and his underwear, and now he was fully naked.

“Gosha. Gosha! Hey!” Yahya said, grasping Gosha’s hips and forcing him to move. Gosha was forced to keep his rump in the air, and the Komodo looked behind himself, seeing Yahya naked behind him. “I think I don’t need to tell you what I plan to do now. This is the only way of helping you, and it would be much easier for both of us if you just cooperated. Now, lift your tail for me.”

That was a command, and Gosha, even on his state, still felt compelled to obey. He was still shaking, and the tip of his tail was still twitching as he lifted it, curling it over his back and fully exposing his tailhole for Yahya, as it continued to wink as his anal muscles tensed and relaxed.

That sight made Yahya’s dick throb, and the horse snorted.

Popping the bottle open, Yahya squeezed it, pouring the slippery lotion all over his hard, throbbing dick. Then, with one hand, his rubbed his member, getting the lotion smeared all over his dick to make it slick while his other hand grabbed Gosha’s thick tail to make sure it would stay out of his way.

I can’t believe I am doing it... Yahay thought, as he aimed his dick right into Gosha’s tailhole. Nor that I am excited about it...

Yahya was never one to delay things or to waste time with any kind of roleplay. Some of the females he was with even complained that he was a “no fun” guy who didn’t enjoyed some seduction. And, in true Yahya fashion, the horse just shoved his dick up Gosha’s tailhole, sending nearly half of it inside in just one go.

The Komodo’s back arched, a gasp coming from behind his muzzle. He froze for a few seconds. Before his entire body shivered and what one could only describe as the moan of a slut came out from behind the muzzle gagging him.

Yahya nearly moaned as well. Gosha was tight!

With another snort, the horse just started doing what he was supposed to do, and he started to pull his dick back, and then to force it back inside.

In and out.

In and out.

Yahya slowly pulled out his dick and then shoved it back into Gosha’s hole. Again and again, the horse repeated his motion. With each thrust, Gosha’s moans grew louder, and lewder, and Yahya also sent a little bit more of his dick inside before pulling out. Not only that, but Yahya’s thrusting was getting more aggressive as minutes passed.

Eventually, the room was filled with a sound of *plap-plap-plap*, as Yahya’s crotch collided roughly with Gosha’s backside. Yahya had an arm firmly wrapped around Gosha’s tail, while the other one was gripping hard as his hip. He used this grip on Gosha’s arse to pull it closer to himself, as if this way he could pound Gosha’s tailhole even harder than he already was.

Yahya was panting and snorting as he continued to fuck Gosha, who moaned helplessly as the horse bred him harder than he ever bred any of the female horses he was with on his whole life.

Yahya was certainly putting a lot more enthusiasm into breeding the Komodo than he ever did in any of the females he was with. He let go of Gosha’s hip and placed his hand on the middle of his back instead, pushing him into the mattress as he changed his position so he could rail Gosha against the bed.

“You like this, don’t you?” Yahya asked to Gosha, as he continued to rail him. “You like it. Those sounds you are making say it all. As much as you like dancing for those perverts? You fucking slut!”

Gosha could only moan. This was enough answer to Yahya. This was enough for him to know that Gosha was liking it as much as him.

Yes, for Yahya was liking this. After all, sexual act, no matter it with a male or a female, generated pleasure. That was why Yahya had sex with those female horses, after all. However, for some reason, having sex with Gosha was giving Yahya more pleasure than having sex with any of those females ever did.

Not only that, but he was also feeling something as he continued to fuck Gosha so hard that it would have seriously hurt another herbivore by now. A feeling of elation. Of satisfaction and fulfillment. As if he was doing something that he had been waiting years to do.

...

And wasn’t he?

He felt like he was. He felt like he had been waiting for this very moment for years. As if, for many years, he had been waiting for himself and Gosha to be on the very same position they were into now.

Well, not exactly the same. It was not as if he often imagined Gosha wearing a muzzle, although the one time he saw him wearing one...

Yahya cried out. A scream of frustration, pent-up tension and need escaped from his throat as he fucked Gosha even harder. The bed creaked under them as Yahya went all out Gosha, breeding him with a ferocity that was nearly that of a rabid carnivore.

“You fucking idiot!” Yahya said, “Why do you make me feel like this!? Why did you got yourself into this mess!? Why did you accept something that psycho gave you!?”

Gosha could not answer. The only thing escaping through the muzzle on his maw were moans. Yahya continued:

“Why did you suddenly parachute back into my life after so many years apart!? Why did you never tried to contact me before!? Why did you even leave on the first place, you fucking traitor!?”

Yahya was pushing Gosha into the bed as hard as he often pushed down the criminals he was apprehending. There was no way Gosha would be able to escape him. Not with his hands and ankles cuffed and with the muzzle. He was completely vulnerable as Yahya continued to do as he wanted with him. Yahya could keep doing this for as long as he wanted. He could keep doing this even after the effect of the aphrodisiac was over, taking out all the years of anger he had built up out on the Komodo this way. And then, when he was done, he could just kill Gosha and use his corpse as fertilizer so no one would ever know what happened.

Except that Yahya didn’t wanted to kill Gosha.

Not now that he finally had him.

“Why did you run off with that female wolf!?” Yahya demanded, “I loved you long before she came along!”

Gosha was pushed so hard on the bed he started to sink in it.

“Did she ever loved you like I did!? Did she ever protect you from danger!? Did she ever made you moan like this!? Did she ever made you feel that good!?” Yahya said, “I bet not, you fucking idiot! She never loved you like I did! I loved you, Gosha! I loved you for years! I loved you like I never loved anyone before in my life! We were supposed to stay together! But instead you left me to run off with that air-headed bitch! Do you know how much it hurt me to see you walk away on what we had!? On our dream!? On ME!?”

Yahya’s hips were in auto-pilot, as he grounded Gosha against the bed, which was now creaking so much that one would think it was a miracle it didn’t broke.

“I loved you, you idiot!” Yahya said, tears leaking from his eyes as he continued to breed Gosha like he never bred anyone on his entire life. “I loved you and you left me for that woman! But now!? Now I have you back!”

Yahya grasped on Gosha’s tail and head so hard he was bruising his scales.

“I finally have you, after so many years! You are mine! And I’ll never let you leave me again! NEVER!”

Yahya then did something that, later, he would wonder what possessed him to do: he bit Gosha.

He lunged at him and clamped his mouth on his shoulder, biting him hard with his blunt teeth. Hard enough to draw blood, as even the blunt teeth of an herbivore could break skin if enough force was applied.

At this moment, both their bodies convulsed, as they came.

Gosha spilled his load on the sheets, as semen came from his hemipenis. Meanwhile, Yahya buried his dick as deep as he could on Gosha as he seeded him. He had to go deep, to be sure that his seed would go all the way.

He was marking him.

Claiming him.

Making sure Gosha was his’ and his’ alone.

Making sure that no one would ever take his precious lizard from him ever gain.

At the end of it, neither of them moved for a long time, and the only sound on the bedroom was their labored breathing.

The rats were still not back. This was good. This meant that Yahya still had some time before the inconvenient questions. Like why the apartment reeked of lizard and sex. And why he was naked...

The Beastar grabbed himself two bottles of beer from the fridge, before walking back to the bedroom. Gosha was still on the bed, but now he was sitting on it, although in a somewhat weird position. The cuffs and the muzzle were gone, and now the Komodo was looking at the ground, only looking up as Yahya came back.

“Thank you...” Gosha said as he accepted the bottle of beer that Yahya offered him without saying a word, before sitting on the bed by Gosha’s side and taking a swing of his own. Gosha was soon following suit, as he downed a good amount of beer in one go.

“How’s your tailhole?” Yahya asked after a long uncomfortable silence.

“Still sore...” Gosha said, “I might have to sit like this for a couple days.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I got carried away.” Yahya said, before taking another swing of his beer. More awkward silence followed this, and then Gosha said:

“So... what now?”

After a few moments, the horse said:

“Do you want to stop seeing me?”

Gosha looked at him.

“Do you want to stop being my informant and for us to go our separate ways?” Yahya asked, “Just end this now?”

Gosha was silent for a few moments, before shaking his head.

“Melon is still out there, and he can go after Legoshi next.” Gosha said, “We need to catch him before he does. I’m not letting that sicko near my grandson.”

“...alright then. We pretend tonight never happened and proceed as usual.” Yahya said, before taking another swing of beer.

“Yahya?”

“What?”

“T-that thing you said...”

The horse lowered his beer, and then looked at the lizard, who was looking back at him.

“Did you... really meant it?”

Once more, silence filled that room, which still reeked of sex. Sex between two males. Sex between a horse and a Komodo dragon. Sex between a Beastar and his former partner.

Yahya was not sure if there as anything to be said between him and Gosha. However, he was sure of one thing: even if he just said they would pretend it never happened, after tonight, neither of them would be able to look at the other the same way again...