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  "description_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Artwork accompaniment is finished... so this file just got updated with an extra illustration!! I also decided to include the WIP files, since I find the entire process of going from a messy sketch to a fully finished work of art simply <em>fascinating</em>.<br /><br />SO!! All illustrations, WIPs, icon artwork and Sable the husky-girl (C) <a style='border: none;' title='Abzinhyx on deviantART' rel='nofollow' href='https://abzinhyx.deviantart.com/'><img style='border: none; vertical-align: bottom; width: 14px; height: 14px;' width='14' height='14' src='https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/images80/contacttypes/internet-deviantart.png' /></a>\n\t\t\t\t<a title='Abzinhyx on deviantART' rel='nofollow' href='https://abzinhyx.deviantart.com/'>Abzinhyx</a> / <a style='border: none;' title='Ariozyn-Soulcatcher on Fur Affinity' rel='nofollow' href='https://furaffinity.net/user/Ariozyn-Soulcatcher'><img style='border: none; vertical-align: bottom; width: 14px; height: 14px;' width='14' height='14' src='https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/images80/contacttypes/internet-furaffinity.png' /></a>\n\t\t\t\t\t<a title='Ariozyn-Soulcatcher on Fur Affinity' rel='nofollow' href='https://furaffinity.net/user/Ariozyn-Soulcatcher'>Ariozyn-Soulcatcher</a><br />Maile, Sammy, Maxwell, Katherina, all side-characters &amp; story concept (C) \r\n\t\t\t\t\t<table style='display: inline-block; vertical-align:bottom;'>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<tr>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<td style='vertical-align: middle; border: none;'>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div style='width: 50px; height: 50px; position: relative; margin: 0px auto;'>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a style='position: relative; border: 0px;' href='https://inkbunny.net/GratitudeAdvocate'><img class='shadowedimage' style='border: 0px;' src='https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/319/319846_GratitudeAdvocate_max_icon_by_d_kerry_b_dh3w5m5.png' width='50' height='50' alt='GratitudeAdvocate' title='GratitudeAdvocate' /></a>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t</div>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t</td>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<td style='vertical-align: bottom; font-size: 10pt;'>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span style='position: relative; top: 2px;'><a href='https://inkbunny.net/GratitudeAdvocate' class='widget_userNameSmall'>GratitudeAdvocate</a></span>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t</td>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t</tr>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t</table><br />Thanks for reading/fapping/etc.! &lt;3</span>",
  "writing": "\t1/14/2021\n\t6:48pm\n\n\tMaile Martinez stepped off her longboard and glanced upon Sassafrass McSapphire, dingiest nightclub in all of Oregon - and one of Maxwell's favorite hangouts, may the Creators help him.\n\t\n\tLow bass-heavy vibrations emanated from the squat A-shaped building accompanied with harsh noise from crashing treble highs, flowing through an expansive dogwood grove, shedding many branches of their silky pink and white petals, as if caught in a sonic boom. Ferns and wild sagebrush received a showering of fresh flowery sprinklings to compliment splotches of gossamer dew, settled gently upon rich fuzzy leaflets, relics of fresh condensation gathered from the coast's natural oceanic mist. One could lick a leaf and taste a slight hint of saltwater.\n\t\n\tBut Maile wasn't in the habit of licking leaves.\n\t\n\tThe red panda-goat-demon hybrid hushed up, held her breath, stood upright and perfectly still, shoulders erect and ram-horns front and center. Then she blew a huge raspberry and cheered, hopping and whooping aloud, a figure of pure jovial excitement. Her white-ringed red panda-girl's tail swayed and wagged, trailing a tiny plume of fire from its fuzzy tip and her hooves clattered and clopped hard against paved blacktop. She was excited - finally, she'd achieved a smooth longboard landing!\n\t\n\tSuch a rarity to behold.\n\t\n\tMore often than not, Maile found herself rolling into nearby grassy ditches or abandoned hay bales to evade any gravel pits or corner guardrails. Ah, guardrails - something she'd come into contact with personally, despite the lack of any witnesses and a major crippling blow to her own personal pride. At least her determination got tested in handling tight corners and how to apply the efficient halt-stopping method. She swore to learn hard or die trying, concussed from sustained injuries, which didn't ever seem likely to happen, considering her demonic genes. But a girl could try, couldn't she?\n\t\n\tMaile calmed down, exhaled a relieved sigh and creaked her neck, feeling and hearing her tendons pop and crack, offering robust bursts of sweet relief in tension-heavy areas. Maile's green eyes stared out toward the building itself. Squat little shithole of a glorified modular home, smack-dab in the very center of God's country. Why Max savored such a lame-ass place, the red panda-girl would never hope to comprehend. Maybe it was a tweaker-bassist thing. Maybe she just hated the stupid A-shaped design. Whatever the case may have been, she wasn't the biggest fan of Sassafras McSapphire's.\n\n\t~\n\n\t6:50pm\n\n\tMaile's slightly-hooved hand-paw slid into a jean pocket and yanked out a mobile flip-phone. She opened it up and glanced down to check the time. Ten to seven.\n\t\n\tRight on schedule.\n\t\n\tPocketing the phone, Maile cleared her throat and glanced at her surroundings, trying to see where her lame-brained pet went. Maile placed her fur-tinged fingerpaws at each corner of her lips and whistled, blowing hard, capturing a wide range. Luckily, it was just enough for Samson, her pet German Shepherd dog, to react and come trotting with haste to her side. Only this time around, he didn't. Maile half-expected to see Samson run up to her robust panda-girl leg and kneel, yapping and wagging his bushy fur-speckled tail with vast loyalty, quick at the heel of his goat-demon-panda mama. \n\n\tShe'd ridden down a narrow private road dense with local foliage to arrive at good ol' Sassy McSapph's with Sammy running along at her side, leash-free, wearing a certified service dog harness around his shoulders. Sammy trotted alongside Maile, patting down his thick, fuzzy canine paw pads against the vast stretch of cool dampened blacktop road. Somehow he'd gotten way ahead of her, cutting through the forest range, acknowledging a detour. A part of Maile wasn't too surprised to see where he'd gone between then and now. He always possessed a precocious urge to explore and get himself into odd random bouts of mischief.\n\t\n\tShe approached the building, hooves clopping through teeming meadows rich with vibrant wildflowers, swirling dust motes and hovering pollen with each step taken, and Maile Martinez glanced upon her German shepherd dog, chewing at a honeycomb while lying flat on his belly, sprawled out before a large wooden bench, paws limp at his sides. His head bobbed up and down with each gnawing gluttonous bite taken of the honeycomb, rich and sweet and gummy in his maw, lapping at the waxen delicacy. He felt more bear than dog, savoring the chunk of natural rich sweetness. From behind Sammy's ear, a honeybee squirmed free and buzzed off, hovering and somnolent, passive of its own habitual demise. Maile wondered if he got stung in the midst of retrieving his newfound chew toy, the large shaggy goof.\n\t\n\t\"Did you literally jump through those trees and pull down a beehive while running to get here, you retard?\" Maile asked her fat, dumb dog. The shep barked once, a muffled croupy brash roar in a burst of a second's time, lazy and nonchalant, muffled by honeycomb. Maile giggled and reached down to rub at her shepherd companion's ears, making him purr and moan like an overgrown deformed kitten, begging for more loving caresses and ear rubs. This was one of Sammy's weaknesses. He rolled to his side, honeycomb still juggling between his teeth, beckoning to Maile. She snickered beneath her breath and felt an elated joy blossoming within her chest. She loved her pooch so damn much, there was very little she'd be apt not to do for him.\n\n\tVery, very little.\n\t\n\t\"You are something else, Sambo.\" Maile said. She looked around and fixated her eyes upon an unoccupied corner. She walked towards the space, toting her longboard in front of her waist, listening closely for any unwelcome strangers asking her what business she had hanging around. Despite her local celebrity status, being the fire-scorched drummer of that one wild grunge rock band from Brookings, there were still a number of residents and citizens in the greater Grants Pass area who saw fit to exclude her from most social community-driven gathering spots, including Sassafras McSapphire's. They enjoyed the company of certain species, sure... but not of the demonic variety, which meant Maile had to operate with swift anonymity, not to expose the more hellish aspects of her being.\n\t\n\t\"Okay, this'll be fine right here, I think.\" Maile said to nobody in particular. She lay her longboard flat against the outside wall of the corny nightclub establishment, leaned upright with small clear wheels nestled against a nearby bundle of freshly chopped oak and cedar firewood. She wondered if the firewood blocks weren't used in the kitchen for traditional fire pit cooking, or in a crafty iron woodstove for heating purposes. Then she realized that she could care freaking less, she was on a mission to track down and initiate a fellow anthropomorphic lady of the night, one of great prominence and dashing good looks - judging by what Maile had seen so far via her Facebook account. She'd found some online listings for a furry dating ring within Sassy McSapph's, led on by a canine party-girl named Sable, a self-proclaimed DJ and raver chick with a gritty goth-emo edge, at least according to the selfie shots she'd uploaded. She had many different photos listed under her profile, which Maile saved to her cell phone's hard drive for the sole purposes of not just identifying her easily in the dirty rabid crowd of anthro partygoers, but for the beneficial purpose of masturbating herself into a trembling fury of satisfaction later on, after she'd dealt with her primary business. Always the business before the pleasure.\n\t\n\t\"You ready to find out if this Sable girl has what it takes to take you on, bud?\" Maile asked her pet, who now stood upright, wagging his tail and licking his chops free of excess honeycomb flakes. Sammy barked and his large brown eyes grew wide in response to Maile's pondering query. He felt supercharged enough to knot twenty Sables in a row, if only he could tell his master directly. \"I hope she does,\" Maile remarked, tapping a finger-paw against her chin while maintaining a deep-thinking pose. She loved her mind-reading abilities and didn't often hesitate to use them with her pet. \"Wouldn't that be something? Then maybe I wouldn't be the only girl who desires your knot, huh boy?\"\n\t\n\tSammy yapped and pressed his nose against Maile's groin. The demonic entity in disguise as a voluptuous panda-goat hybrid giggled and calmed him down, brushing him aside from his typical vice, ushering herself and her pet into the front door of the building nestled amongst the Gods of nature herself, so resilient and patient. She hoped nobody would be dumb enough to steal her longboard, or mistake it as wood kindling for whatever fireplace they kept inside. Maile valued the longboard, for she received it as a gift from a very noble blue Swiss shepherd lover she'd befriended through Maxwell's love interest, Cassidy. Maile cherished the gift and held onto it ever since.\n\n\t~\n\n\t7:16pm\n\n\t\"ID, ma'am.\"\n\t\n\t\"I beg your indulgence?!\"\n\n\tThe bear bouncer rolled his lucid eyes and blew a raspberry with his lower lip. \"Darlin', I need to see some identification before I can allow you to enter this estab-\"\n\n\t\"Sweet crimony, do I look like bitch-assed cub, a mofuggin' child?!\" The cheetah woman in front of Maile asked the large brown-furred beast, face beady and spastic with aggressive jerky motions. A very attractive and petite dragoness from a nearby ticket booth kiosk peered curiously at the commotion occurring outside. A tiny clump of foamy spittle collected at one corner of the cheetah girl's onyx-black lips.\n\n\tThe bear curled a brow up and gave the cheetah woman, seemingly younger than intended, a suspicious glare. \"That depends on what you mean by 'child', exactly...\"\n\n\tMaile slid her hand-paw into a rear pocket and yanked free a carefully-manufactured counterfeit Canadian identification permit she's managed to score from a fellow biker and number-runner, since identification didn't come particularly easy for an exiled relic of Hell's ninth inner ring. She held it up to bear-boy's face and smiled with charming excess. Bear-boy nodded, barely batting an eye funny, curling his brow at Sammy, then waved his hand-paw towards the camaraderie, urging Maile and Sammy to enter. He glanced upon a food-stamp card issued in New Hampshire, expired four years prior, held between cheetah-woman's finger-paws, practically poking his snout.\n\n\t\"Here ya go! This good enough for ya?!\" She asked bear-boy with a screechy, high-pitched tone of voice. Instead of arguing with her any further, something that proved utterly pointless already, Bear-boy finally gave up and gave in, knowing this was merely an uphill battle, a relentlessly endless argument with less than stellar resolutions.\n\n\t\"'Bout time, damn! I thought y'all was jus' a desperate-ass cub or sumthin', know what I m-\"\n\n\tCheetah-girl pressed her body up against the bear-guy, smothering her supple breasts against his belly hard, wrapping a single leg around one of his own, hugging against his chest, latching on like a head-crab attached to an enemy Combine soldier's helmet.\n\n\t\"Does this feel like a fucking cub's body to you, dude?!!?\" Cheetah-girl screeched, laughing hysterically, hair swinging madly about. Her wallet dropped free from a satchel purse and someone picked it up for her, handing it to the bear bouncer instead.\n\n\tBear-boy shivered and shrieked aloud, nervous and obviously thrown off by being mercilessly hugged so suddenly. He glanced around to find that they were both being watched studiously by surrounding nightclubbers. Maile smacked her forehead and chuckled low to herself, wondering what exactly Maxwell saw in this freaking place. \n\n\tFraught with embarrassment, bear-boy shrieked and Maile laughed along with a few other furs while cheetah-girl kept on grinding against his body, squishing her boobs hard into his belly, letting her tangled blonde hair fall across his neck, burying her fuzzy feline face in his chest fur, causing a tremendous scene before his trusted bouncer brothers and giving him an unsightly erect-\n\n\t\"OKAY!! I say goddam, you good to go in, sister! C'mon, jus' stop fuckin' wit' me like this!\" Bear-boy exclaimed, at last revealing her license, a butt-ugly mug-shot pic with a donor sticker.\n\n\tCheetah-girl sneered up at his face and Maile's eyes flashed with a bright green spark, numbing cheetah-girl's senses, causing her to step forward in a zombie-like trance, unaware of a thing around her. The feline walked in, curving a wide berth around the bear bouncer and headed towards the main concourse. \n\n\tThank goodness for small favors, thought Maile. \n\n\tMaile watched as cheetah-girl reclaimed her sense of awareness, uncertain as to how she'd even gotten into the club, then she held her hand-paw up after seeing a familiar face shove through the crowd of heavy ravers and smacked a high-five with a white-furred husky female, slightly more mature than the others. Maile's eyes diminished of their glow and she stepped aside, Sammy trailing her fur-tinged heels, relieving bear-boy of any further security checkpoints. Upon seeing the greeting gesture unfold before her eyes, Maile immediately recognized Sable, the anthro doll who received cheetah-girl's high-five. She never forgot a selfie.\n\n\t\"Holy fuck. She's more gorgeous than I originally imagined! Oooh, this'll be so freaking rad. Are you as excited as I am, Sambo?\" Maile practically whispered to herself, staring the husky girl down, feeling notions of illicit desire course through her body and pervade her senses while Sammy stood panting beside his master with anxious delight, apt to fuck anything that looked even remotely attractive to his German shepherd-in-a-rut's wandering eyes.\n\n\t~\n\n\t7:27pm\n\n\tSable went directly to the DJ's booth, followed by Maile and Sammy, close in proximity. She was chaperoned away from the front of the booth by a large rat anthro bouncer named Doris Selzheimer. Doris was a butch-dyke with a stuttering speech impediment who possessed a heart of gold, the passive nature of a puppy and a raging, fuming edge when taunted hard enough by unruly bar patrons who disagreed with her methodical approaches. \n\n\t\"Afraid you'll have t-t-t-o keep a wide b-b-b-berth from the s-s-stage, ma'am. Deejay's orders. I know how s-s-silly that may sound, b-b-b-but she is v-v-very insistent. Something to do w-w-with enhanced hearing loss for c-c-c-c-c...\" Doris took a breath, pinched her eyes shut and scrunched her face to struggle with the syllable, \"C-c-canines, or something.\" Doris explained, shuffling her large wiry rat's feet across the building's scuffed cedar dance floors. \"No offense t-t-t-taken, I hope?\" Doris asked Maile, guiding the panda-girl towards a large full-sized bar instead, pulling up a stool for her to sit in, which she did with profound courtesy.\n\n\t\"That's no worry at all, my dear, actually makes a lot of sense. Safety first! Thank you kindly.\" Maile said. Doris chuckled with a smirk and a wink, clicking her tongue.\n\n\t\"Think n-n-n-nothing of it, young'un! Go on and g-g-g-get yourself a d-d-drink, if you'd like. I'll try to r-r-rustle up a water b-b-b-bowl for your furry f-f-f-f-f-friend, there. D-d-damn this s-stutter!\" Doris said, cursing her verbal disability while looking down at Sammy, admiring his lavishing German shepherd traits. Such a handsome dog he turned out to be! Doris considered Maile to be a very lucky dog-owner. She hopped into action, heading towards a kitchen located far behind the bar itself.\n\n\tMaile glanced around and saw all kinds of anthros: a fox and vixen swapping spit beside a large jukebox, a gaggle of geese tossing darts at a felt-cork target with former president Trump's printed face covering the bullseye, a small group of avian females dancing their asses off with each other on the main floor and a group of wolfdogs celebrating a girl's night out, stood close by Sable's DJ set, all complimented with a wide range of other species in all manner of shapes and sizes. \n\t\n\tThe turnout upon this evening was ideal at best, quite a haul. Maile glanced upon a high-rise platform on the other side of the building entirely, nestled in a corner above the DJ's booth. She wondered what could possibly be up in the concealed space, adorned with velvet curtains and golden tasseled rope. She thought she could see a pungent blue haze drifting from between the curtains, wondering if whoever occupied the space wasn't blazing it up with furious persistence. Maybe that was where the hippies retired to ingest Ayahuasca tea in hopes of sustaining a spiritual journey? Maile had no clue and could care less, she had to maintain her focus.\n\n\t\"What'll it be, panda-girl?\" One of the bartenders hollered out to Maile in an angelic voice, a white-furred tigress with attractive curves and gorgeous baby-blue eyes brimming from a sweet feline's face.\n\n\t\"I'll take a tequila shot with a pineapple back, thanks!\" Maile hollered over the loud music and wild drunken camaraderie.\n\n\t\"Any specifics on tequila?\" Asked the barkeep with a feisty feline's grin, dressed in a sexy turtleneck sweater top with leather slacks and large gothic Lolita boots.\n\n\t\"If you've got any silver or aged anejo lying around, I'll jump on that action.\" Maile said, grinning politely at the feline with a golden tooth and an irreverent edginess practically unheard of in most young felines within her age and intelligence caliber.\n\n\t\"Spoken like a true Hispanic, eh chica? You got it, one sec. Name's Rae, by the way. My partner over there is Ani and you have made a wise choice to attend tonight! We're celebrating our tenth anniversary! We actually hired Sable to DJ, which didn't come cheap but hey, she's the pinnacle trending anthro-demographic DJ in the area, so why not, right?!\" The other tigress, an orange-furred beauty, took notice and waved at the anthro girls while tapping a keg of IPA for a belligerent drunken hamster patron who looked to be out way past his bedtime.\n\n\t\"That's great, congratulations on a decade of... this!\" Maile grinned and held her hand-paw up to emphasize the crowd. Rae smiled wide and nodded in agreement. She peered down at the opposite end of the bar and ran to catch another drink order or two, giving Maile a wink before leaving. The other tigress ran over to take on Maile's drink order with efficient haste, as if the two felines shared a telepathic connection.\n\n\t\"Pleased to meet you! I'm Maile.\" They shook hand-paws with vast eloquence, Maile squeezing the other tigress's hand-paw slightly, firm grip and presence of being.\n\n\t\"Oh, like that singer girl? Y'know, the Cyrus daughter?\" The tigress bartender asked, slightly embarrassing Maile into a blush.\n\n\t\"Not exactly, spelled a little different and even pronounced slightly off.\" Maile snickered, thinking about the wrecking ball video and cringing a little inside.\n\n\t\"Huh. Okay then! Maile, eh? Would this be your first time in here? Can't say I've ever actually seen you around before!\" The pretty orange-furred tigress asked, dressed in a punker-chick's studded skirt with fishnet stockings and a black T-shirt showing a goofy Rick and Morty illustration. Her hair was tied into a working girl's bun behind her head.\n\n\t\"Pretty much! I came to see the deejay perform, I'm a big fan!\" Maile said, nodding her head.\n\n\t\"Well, that's a pleasant new way to spruce things up! I'm Ani and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance! You heard about our ten-year accomplishment already from Rae, correct?\" Ani asked, which Maile acknowledged with a nod and a rewarding grin. Ani smiled back and twirled a bee-line path past Rae with a graceful elegance practically unheard of. She reached for a shot glass from a nearby wooden shelf, though there were none available. She gave a visible exhuming sigh, rubbed her fur-covered forehead with a twang of frustration and hollered towards the kitchen at the top of her lungs, causing the bar counter itself to vibrate slightly and glasses to hum. Maile was impressed with her projection, her pitch delivery. She wondered if Ani wasn't big on karaoke or singing professionally, if not just for kicks.\n\n\t\"YO, FUCKHANDS!!! WE NEED MORE SHOTTIES OUT HERE!!! BREAK'S OVER!!!\" Ani hollered aloud, making Maile laugh out loud. What kind of absurd nickname was that for a dishwasher to obtain? \n\n\tFrom the doorway that led into the kitchen, an anthro alligator's head peered out and he gave Ani a scaled thumbs-up. Maile giggled at the nickname some more, thinking about whatever absurd story that may have led to him earning such a reputable title. Rae returned back to the other end of the bar and cocked her eyebrow, leaning in closer towards Maile. \n\n\t\"We call him Fuckhands because he's really fucking talented at using his hands for stuff, you dig? Opening rusty cans, bar-backing for us tigresses, even keeping our sauciest clientele in check, if you happen to catch my drift?\" \n\t\n\tMaile did, with a feverish blush to prove it. Sammy glanced up at her curiously, cocking his head at an angle, perhaps sensing her sudden rush of arousal. \n\n\t\"Anyways, the dude's got a way about him! His real name's Sebastian Boonstoppel, but I'll bet you've ever heard that nonsense from me or my sister over there, dig? It would ruin the gag if his secret ever got out.\" Rae said to Maile, maintaining a low husky whisper so as not to be overheard by Sebastian as he brought forth freshly-washed shot glasses.\n\n\t\"Not a word.\" Maile said with a grin and a wink, twirling her finger-paws together, reaffirming her promise never to tell with a zipper-to-lips gesture. Rae smiled and stepped away for a moment to take other drink orders, including Cheetah-girl's cranberry vodka served in a highball goblet because to her nonsensical method of reasoning, more always meant better. Maile wondered if the cheetah-girl had ever even finished high school.\n\n\t~\n\n\t7:56pm\n\n\tSeb the gator dishwasher, known to the regulars as Fuckhands, brought out a plastic navy blue rack filled to the brim with freshly washed shot glasses, dampened surfaces reflecting colorful lights across the countertop's drink coaster-strewn surface. Ani thanked the faithful reptilian dishwasher with a pat on his shoulder and Rae raised a fist to cheer him on as she proceeded to grab hold of a fresh glass to pour a shot of tequila for Maile Martinez, sexiest hybrid anthro she'd ever laid her own tigress eyes upon. Ani cracked open a can of pineapple juice, poured it into a red plastic cup and the anthro tigresses handed both beverages to Maile, who thanked them both accordingly. She downed the shot and sipped at the juice like she'd been downing tequila shots all her long and arduous life. The tigresses whistled and giggled like two coy schoolgirls as they accepted two hefty billfolds from Maile, each marked fifty dollars. The best tips they'd received all night came with a price, little did they know.\n\n\t\"I'm glad you agree with that one, we rarely pour our top-shelf tequila for just anyone. Thank you kindly for the tip!\" Ani said, returning back to the till with her earnings.\n\n\t\"No, let me be the one to thank you, its freaking delicious. Well worth the price in full.\" Maile said, eyes wide with satisfaction. She spun the shot glass upon the flat countertop surface, watching it oscillate and rotate like a spinning top before settling back down in place.\n\n\t\"Sure thing, hon! Glad you enjoyed it!\" Rae thought of other far more crude things which Maile may enjoy. Maile's eyes began to glow and she gave the white-furred tigress a suspicious glare, peering deep into her filthiest subconscious mind.\n\n\t\"What're you thinking about, Rae?\" Maile asked, though not needing to, for she could see everything. Did the alcohol enhance her telepathic abilities? Perhaps. Perhaps so, indeed. All of Rae's deviant little backwoods fantasies of the panda hybrid becoming her property and bending down over a cushioned sawhorse to appease her will, oftentimes performing illicit sexual favors just for the fun of it. Maile saw many perversions.\n\n\t\"I'm just wondering what brings a legitimately beautiful hybrid such as yourself out here, of all places. I know you aren't a regular, so what's got you showing up in Sassy McSapphs, and during our big ten-year celebration? Did you come to party with the deejay, or are you here with even more... colorful intentions?\"\n\n\t\"Actually, I was very interested to know a lot more about your deejay, to be honest. What's her name, exactly?\" Maile leaned in close, forgetting all about Rae's dirty little fantasies. Any lead she could pick up on was a damn good one, indeed.\n\n\t\"Sable. Her name is Sable and she's a really good friend to many of us here. A definite go-to party-girl husky, that's for sure! Speaking of which, she's almost ready to get things going, just a little more time for her to get set up! Are you any good at setting up sound equipment?\"\n\n\t\"I could be, perhaps. What's in it for me?\" Maile asked.\n\n\t\"An extra drink or two, of course!\" Ani called from beneath Rae, reaching into a small supply fridge for extra maraschino cherries. \"Oh, sorry, don't mind my eavesdropping!\" She snickered and shut the mini-fridge door, returning back to her end of the bar to replenish the cherry bin for the fancy-pants Shirley Temple fanatics.\n\n\tOf freaking course, Maile thought. She just wanted to get closer to Sable herself, the drinks were an extra added commodity to soften her reaction to being in such a trashy place to begin with. At least the bartenders were polite and good-natured, all things considered.\n\n\t\"I wonder, but do you know a lot about her outside of her deejay business? Specifically preferences in men or women. Who's she into these days, Rae?\"\n\n\tRae grinned a wide Cheshire Cat's grin and gave Maile a lustful expression, presuming the panda girl's urging questioning for a bit of playful flirtation.\n\n\t\"And what's got you so interested in our husky-girl deejay, darling?\" Ani asked, joining in on the grilling. Maile felt slightly intimidated but held her ground, nevertheless. Fuckhands came out from behind the kitchen holding a few plates with grilled burgers to be served to attending bar patrons, camouflage bandanna wrapped tightly around his forehead and damp apron stained with flecks of green and brown foodstuff.\n\n\t\"I've heard from a friend who attended this place previously that she's incredibly fun to hang out with so I wanted to get better acquainted with her, that's all. So! Know anything about her that I don't, ladies?\" Maile asked both Rae and Ani at once.\n\n\tAni collected Maile's empty glasses and placed the shot glass into a sink for Fuckhands to collect at his earliest leisure, refilling the red plastic cup with fresh tap-water, the finest hydration from a fresh spring well anyone could hope to obtain. Rae smirked at her, chuckling low.\n\n\t\"Keep this a secret, okay?\" \n\n\tMaile nodded, visibly excited. Rae cupped her hand-paw and whispered into Maile's ear, maintaining privacy from all angles.\n\n\t\"I haven't heard far too much... only that she's a real freak when it comes to feral dogs. But don't tell anyone I said that, you dig?\" Rae asked politely but with a firm insistence. \n\n\tMaile smiled with utmost satisfaction, hearing absolutely all she needed to hear. \"Shit the bed!! That's really kinky!\"\n\n\tRae nodded and raised her eyebrows to further emphasize her statement as fact. Maile received a second shot from Ani on the house, slid down to her. She downed the shot, slammed the glass flat onto the surface and leaned in to kiss Rae's cheek. She burst out into near-hysterics, suddenly fidgeting with her turtleneck sweater sleeves nervously. Ani snickered and bumped her hip against her bartender soul-sister, winking at Maile with a grin.\n\n\t\"Thank you, ladies! For the drinks and for, y'know...\"\n\n\tRae nodded and verbally enunciated her lips towards Maile: NOT A WORD SPOKEN ABOUT IT. Maile nodded and winked at them both. \"Take it easy, okay? I'll see you again very, very soon!\" Maile said.\n\n\tAni grinned and waved. \"Sure thing, Maile! But I gotta warn ya, if my soul-sister and I were to tell you absolutely everything we know about Sable, you might opt to get a full-length novel written about her!\"\n\n\tMaile curled her eyebrows and leaned in closer to Ani. \"Give me a New York Times bestseller, then. I'm all ears.\"\n\n\tRae sighed and ran back to the other end of the bar to tend to waving customers in need of hydration. Ani nodded and took a deep breath, then she told Maile all she ever needed to know about Sable the husky deejay female with a penchant for dog-loving, much to Rae's stubborn reluctance.\n\n\tMaile had never been more turned on in her entire life.\n\n\t~\n\n\t8:19 pm\n\n\tSable finally got her sound system set up and she made an announcement of incoming music momentarily, showing those in attendance a clipboard with a blank sheet for specific song requests, if anyone should be apt to demand something specific. She was always really good and talented at distinguishing her crowds though, had a savant's advantage in identifying any demographic and their preferences in musical taste. She rarely ever received any special requests or formal complaints over how lame or unsavory her musical choices were after any given night. Tonight, however, she'd not only receive a freaking astonishingly strange and unique request, but a healthy German shepherd's fat throbbing veiny knot as well.\n\n\tSuggesting things go according to plan.\n\n\tMaile hopped off her barstool and proceeded towards the DJ's setup, Sammy following close behind, trotting along by her hooved heels. Neither Doris the stuttering rat-girl bouncer nor anyone else would hope to dissuade Maile of her primary motive. She wanted to see if the rumors were indeed true.\n\n\t~\n\n\t8:38pm\n\n\tAt the doorway into Sassafrass McSapphire's club, a stunningly attractive calico-cat anthro girl waited with the others in line to gain admittance. She pulled a lock of dirty blonde bang free from her petite muzzle and brushed off a few shedding turquoise-glowing feathers, for she was a calico-bluejay hybrid, and her informants had all suggested that she'd meet her forlorn ex-lover in this ridiculous shit-show. Bear-boy at the door ogled her from ear tips to fuzzy toe paws fitted neatly into high-heel stilettos and he attempted to ensure his surprise erection stay concealed, so as not to embarrass himself too heavily upon checking her ID. He'd already damn-near shot a load off into his boxer-briefs after being roughly man-handled by the crazy cheetah-girl from earlier.\n\n\t\"Hi! Is there a cover charge to get in?\" The calico-hybrid asked. Her thin spiny tail swayed and jerked with a mind unto its own, brushing against others in line, also diligently waiting for admittance.\n\n\t\"For you, darlin'? Hell to the no, come on in.\" Bear-boy insisted with great enthusiasm. \n\n\t\"Thanks!\" She exclaimed, slipping a hundred-dollar billfold into his suit jacket's front lapel pocket. She also squeezed at his groin teasingly and brushed her whiskers against his snout, provoking an early on-set sneeze to build up. He stifled it as well as his erection and cleared his throat, glancing away from her, hoping not to become far too distracted.\n\n\t\"I'm Katherina, by the way!\" Calico-girl said, wide smile pasted upon her brown-eyed face, ivory teeth shimmering in the low light of the building's dimly-lit facade. \n\n\t\"Cool.\" Bear-boy said, unfamiliar with anyone named Katherina by a long shot. The hybrid cat-girl's grin wavered slightly.\n\n\t\"Katherina Manchego, you don't know me?\" She asked him earnestly.\n\n\t\"Am I supposed to?\" Bear-boy replied with dry resolute honesty, truly unfamiliar with her. She scoffed and let go of his crotch, turning her head away and attempted to march into the building with a profound new arrogance unheard of just moments before. Bear-boy held his arm out and barricaded her entry, which caused Katherina's face to go solid and her eyes to glance at him with intense disgust and frank irritation. \"On second thought darlin', show me some ID and you'll be let in, easy-breezy-Japanese-eey.\"\n\n\t\"This is such fucking bullshit. I'm famous, you know. Actually played for you guys here before.\"\n\n\t\"That's nice, I'm a new hire so I wouldn't have known. ID, please.\" Bear-boy persisted, large thick hand-paw held upright, beckoning her to show him the great golden ticket into delightful nose candy-fueled paradise.\n\n\tThe cat-girl shoved her hand-paw into pocket on her denim jeans and held her photo identification up in front of Bear-boy's face, frowning in a dire pout. He looked at the necessities and verified that she was of legal age to enter, despite her youthful features and petite figure. Feather clumps grew wildly from her elbows, kneecaps, shoulders and along the spinal column of her back and neck. Her finger-paws were slightly scaled, like bird's feet. If not for acting like a complete and utter egocentric super-bitch, Bear-boy might have found interest in asking her out on a date.\n\n\tHe just stepped aside and let her enter the establishment with stern silence.\n\n\t\"Thanks for nothing, asshat. Learn to do your job better after tonight, would you please?\" Katherina said with a scoff.\n\n\t\"Fucking narcissist...\" He whispered beneath his breath, straight out of earshot, as she passed by and entered Sassafras McSapphire's club in hopes of celebrating the club's tenth anniversary along with everyone else. All her friends showed up in attendance.\n\n\tAll but one, anyways.\n\n\t~\n\n\t8:41 pm\n\n\tA knock emanated from the door within the DJ's booth as Sable was busy setting up shop. She stopped connecting wires to amps long enough to look over her shoulder and wonder who'd be knocking at her DJ booth's door so early. She didn't start accepting song requests and playing music until nine 'o'clock. Surely the management was not in need of anything else? Had she forgotten something, or did someone have a complaint to make way early ahead of time? Sable connected a microphone cord into an amplifier jack and hoisted herself upright, standing tall within the tiny cubicle-sized room, ivory white fur glowing under a black light and her own special LED lamp for enhanced illumination, so as not to push the wrong damn button when leading up to a song transition cue. \n\n\tShe ambled towards the door slowly, throwing on a nearby light switch. A long slender fluorescent tube flickered and sparked into life, illuminating the entire room with ease. She powered off her special mini-lamp and pocketed it. To one side of the small DJ's stateroom opposing her hardware setup, there sat a dingy aged sofa, a love cushion from the seventies with enough nicks, stains and unsightly tears to show for it. Sable feared even sitting on it for a few minutes, worried that she'd be contaminated with the AIDS virus or something gruesomely similar. She was grateful to have her own rolling office chair to sit in, leather-bound and very comfy.\n\n\t\"Come on in!\" Sable hollered, wrapping up extra cables to be stowed away in a nearby supply duffel bag. \n\n\t\"It's locked!\" Replied a female's voice. A very sexy, low and husky female's voice. Sable's interest suddenly piqued significantly and she peeked into a tiny peephole embedded into the center of the door. Through it, she saw a fisheye-lens perspective of a red panda girl, or a ram, some kind of goat. She was definitely a hybrid. And fucking hot to boot. \n\n\t\"Hang on!!\" Sable called out. She turned the auto-locking mechanism off and opened the door to let in the most attractive female anthro she'd ever seen. Right at the strange mysterious panda-girl's very heels, cloven-hooved and ram-horned from what Sable could see, entered a robust German shepherd dog. Sable glanced down at him funny, then shrugged and closed the door behind Maile, wondering what on earth this girl and her dog could possibly want from her just before she got her audio equipment set up properly.\n\n\t\"Hello, please come in, take a seat and make yourselves at home.\" Sable said. Maile nodded with a gesture of thanks to her, plopping down into the sofa with no resistance or second though. Brave girl, Sable thought to herself. She hoped the panda chick was up to speed with her medical vaccinations. \"Would you care for a drink, miss?\"\n\n\t\"No thanks, I just had a couple already, from the bar. Those tigresses sure know their stuff!\" Maile said with genuine interest.\n\n\t\"Yes, Ani and Rae have been working together before any of us can even remember. I think they might be twins, if not just very close sisters or damn good friends.\" Sable said. She kept averting her eyes towards Sammy, uncertain as to why this beautiful hybrid woman would be walking around with a service dog by her side.\n\n\t\"Righteous. Thanks for the offer, though!\" Maile said to Sable. Sammy sat patiently by Maile's hooves, watching Sable with calculated interest. From a window looking into the booth, Maile glanced out and saw a large spiraling lattice-iron stairway. She figured that it led up to the curtained VIP lounge area above the DJ's sound booth. For a very brief moment, Maile could've sworn she saw Maxwell trot up the stairs, led on by a large red and black-furred shepherd-guy. That subtle telepathic connection between them couldn't be felt though, so the chances of Maxwell and Maile in the same building at once were beyond slim.\n\n\tShe considered such a distinct coincidence, briefly, then dropped it. Of course he wouldn't turn out for tonight... would he?\n\n\t~\n\n\t8:53pm\n\n\tThe white-furred albino husky girl glided effortlessly towards her leather-bound office chair, placed in front of a large digital LED soundboard mixer panel that controlled all the audio and video equipment in the facility. The room itself, though tiny in size and stature, was a technophile's wet dream. Maile had an idea as to just why Maxwell was so intrigued by the place. It wasn't just the slutty girls or the strong booze - it was this absolute beast of a sound system that kept Maxwell coming back for more. Sassafras McSapphire's had the capacity to dent planet Earth itself with its epic highs and soul-gnashing lows. Of course Max would be drawn to that level of musical enhancement!\n\n\t\"The pleasure is all mine, miss.\" Sable said with a dashing smile, enough to make Maile blush a bit.\n\n\t\"Actually, there's another reason why I'm here tonight.\" Maile said. Sable's brow curled a little in reaction.\n\n\t\"That's kinda what I figured, hon.\" Sable said with a solemn gaze, watching Maile with a hint of unease evident in her stride. \n\n\t\"Don't worry! I don't have court summons papers to serve you or anything, not even here to ask for donations or... Sable. That's your name, right?\"\n\n\tSable grinned wide, visibly excited to be recognized. \"Yes! You've got the right deejay pinpointed, young miss. Are you a fan of my services?\"\n\n\t\"What would you say if I told you that my pet German shepherd here, Samson by name, is a prized asset to not just myself or my own family, but to the entirety of anthropomorphic women everywhere? We're talking pedigree, top-tier, ascended beyond all reason and value.\"\n\n\t\"I'd say you've got all the right reasons to believe so. He's quite a handsome pupper, no doubt about it. Very well-mannered, too! That's a rarity in German shepherds.\" Sable said, smiling down at him. She slapped her kneecap while sat in the leather chair and Sammy ran to her side, wagging his tail and panting with his tongue lolling freely from above his chin. \"You don't mind if I give him a quick pet, do you? Or is he specifically trained not to cater to petting from strangers?\"\n\n\t\"I honestly don't mind one bit.\" Maile said with a devious grin. Sable gave Sammy's cheeks a nice brisk scratch as he rest his chin upon her thigh. Sable giggled and rubbed his head, then he returned back to his master's side.\n\n\t\"He's a very good boy! So polite and quite handsome, well-groomed as well. I can tell he has a very dedicated master who loves him dearly.\"\n\n\t\"Thank you, from both of us.\" Maile remembered how she had found Sammy cold and alone in an abandoned run-down gas station near the outskirts of Mount St. Helens, after she'd crawled out of her own private purgatory, after she'd escaped from her home deep in hell's inner ninth ring. \n\n\t\"Okay, now what if I were to tell you that his sperm is nearly priceless? Rare, one of a kind, extremely potent and best of all, fully compatible with anthropomorphics?\"\n\n\tSable felt a tiny tickling flush of heat emanate through her crotch at such a weird and kinky prospect.\n\n\t\"That's something, all right.\" Sable said, trying not to become far too visibly perturbed. What exactly did this panda-girl have in mind?\n\n\t\"Something. Yes.\" Maile stood up from the couch, eyes glowing feverish jaded green.\n\n\t\"Look, what was it you wanted with me, exactly? I can put in a song for you if you'd like??\" Sable asked, feeling a bit uneasy over Maile's glowing eyes. She approached Sable and reached out a hand-paw. The husky girl's arms raised up to her sides as if in a crucifixion pose. She gave Maile a confused, alarmed glance. \n\n\t\"What's happening? I'm not even doing anything, why am I moving on my own??\" Sable exclaimed, eyes darting from her arms to Maile and back again.\n\n\t\"Patience is a virtue, dear. I think you'll be quite relieved with what I'm about to give you. Or more accurately, what my partner here is about to give you.\" Maile said, acknowledging Sammy with her arms held outright towards him. \n\n\t\"What in fuck's name is THAT supposed to mean?!\" Sable said, muzzle scrunched up into a snarl, slowly becoming more panicked at her circumstance yet attempting to keep her cool, maintain her nerve, to not freak out or try to scream for help, seeing what very little good that would do. Sable heard a loud clunk from upstairs and pondered curiously, wondering who might have found their way into the private VIP lounge above the DJ's sound booth.\n\n\tMaile creaked her neck and began to strip herself of all her clothing. Sable's blush flooded her cheeks and she struggled to break free from the demonic hybrid's telekinetic grip, but only failed at her feeble attempt.\n\n\t\"It means you'll be the bearer of a beautiful new anthro mix. A hybrid creature with both feral and anthropomorphic genes. You'll be responsible for achieving the impossible. Think about it! We'll be remembered for centuries in the making, all thanks to our glorious efforts! Or yours, more or less.\" Maile's eyes glowed bright and she grinned hysterically, looking absolutely delirious.\n\n\t\"Whose idea is this? Yours? Ani? Rae? Fuckhands?! Who's putting you up to it, huh? What's this, a dare? A sick joke? Let me go or I swear I'll fuck you up, you dumb bit-\"\n\n\tSammy barked and ran up to Sable's side, pressing his nostrils against the ridge of her mons and growling deep and loud. He'd threaten to bite her inner thigh if she continued to act up towards his master. Maile, however, pulled him back and calmed him down by rubbing at his neck-scruff.\n\n\t\"There there, boy, relax. I've already forgiven her. I don't want you to hurt her. Just... fuck her really hard, that's all. No hurting, you understand?\" Maile said to her dog, earnest and sure. He woofed in response, as if he understood her demand clearly. For all Sable knew, maybe he really did. Sable stared at Sammy, at a pink bulge leaking small traces of pre-cum protruding from his sheath, then her eyes met Maile's glowing jaded-green oculars and the husky-girl pleaded to her silently with all her might to just be let go, to forget all about this.\n\n\tSammy, however, had other plans in mind, especially when he began to lick at the rough fabric of Sable's denim jean shorts, dampening her crotch with his saliva. \n\n\t\"Aaah!! No! Bad dog! Go away!\" Sable yelled, trying to break free from Maile's gridlocked mental hypnotic connection, to no avail. Sammy's tongue slathered against her groin, permeating her crotch with salivated dampness. Before long, Sable couldn't take another second of his teasing licks. She reached down to unbutton her pants and yanked them clean off, kicking them to a corner of the small DJ's booth. Sammy's tongue slipped beneath her soft billowy cotton panties and began to lap away at her vaginal folds. She felt warm German shepherd saliva, so smooth, slimy and excessively moist to the touch. Sable became immediately aroused, identifying Sammy's pulse as it echoed from his tongue against the spread-wide surface of her labia folds. Sammy licked Sable's pussy very deep, breathing hard against her clitoris, slathering her vulva with warm dog slobber, cold wet shepherd's nose delightfully cool to the touch, lubricating her for a round or several of serious dog-fuckery. Maile's stance never changed, despite her incredible urge to break down and join in on the action. She had a mission to uphold and nothing would distract her from achieving her task, not even the succulent promise of drippy, raunchy, fucked-hard interspecies erotica with her beloved pet.\n\n\t~\n\n\t9:07 pm\n\n\tKatherina sat down at the bar counter and observed the entirety of the Sapph's turnout. Nothing but a bunch of castaways, all junkies and whores, the whole lot. She didn't understand what Maxwell saw in this place either. She suspected that he'd been frequenting this establishment for years before they'd ever even met. If that should be the case, then he deserved every square inch of the dilapidated little shithole. Ani, the delightfully headstrong orange-furred tigress sister, approached the calico-bluejay hybrid, asking her what she wanted to drink.\n\n\t\"Vodka tonic, please, and hold the nasty-ass olive.\"\n\n\tAni rolled her eyes and nodded affirmatively, getting right to work on the mixed drink. Katherina looked up towards the velvet curtain-covered space, nestled directly above the DJ's sound booth, wondering what might possibly be behind those curtains, or maybe even who. She felt a profound urge to walk up the rickety old spiral staircase nearby and find out for herself. Maybe there were others up there who'd be willing to share a line or two of powdered ketamine with her? Somehow, she wouldn't have been too surprised to find Maxwell up there, knotted balls-deep in the ass of some random dog-girl bitch, somebody who simply wasn't Katherina Manchego. \n\n\tSlowly and deliberately, she began to ponder the distinct possibility of meeting him in Sassafras McSapphire's nightclub on the eve of its tenth anniversary. What an absolute coincidence that would be! She silently brainstormed what she'd say to him if she did happen to luck out and catch his ass dead-on in the act of screwing some other feline-girl, how bad she'd drag him down to her level and make him feel utterly worthless.\n\n\t~\n\t\n\t9:08 pm\n\n\tThe rolling office chair was pushed aside, landing against a nearby wall with a loud hollow thud strong enough to cause the fluorescent bulb within Sable's DJ booth to flicker out, casting a black-lit glare over the two anthros and lone feral. A knock came from the door, someone asking to put in a song request. Their speech sounded very slurred and stifled. Sable restrained a flurry of lustful moaning breaths and Maile allowed her a chance to catch a breath. Sable asked the outside individual to come back later, for she was still setting up, hoping her whimpering gasps wouldn't choke her up too severely. The outside individual condemned her for getting a late start, then stumbled away with uncoordinated drunken steps, hiccupping heard loud over the happenstance camaraderie.\n\n\t\"Y'know, this stupid-ass futon of a couch is extremely uncomfortable. What gives?\" Maile asked Sable, then giggled aloud. \"Oh! Sorry, you're a bit preoccupied, aren't you? My bad... mmmnf, fucking hell yes, don't stop licking me!\"\n\n\tMaile buried Sable's muzzle back into her crotch deeper than before, feeling the illustrious sensation of her robust husky-girl tongue twirling and flipping and spiraling from within her panda-hybrid womanhood while Maile sat at the edge of the filthy Swiss Family Robinson's rejected couch. From behind Sable's spread-legged knelt-down body, Samson was heavily involved in thrusting deep into the husky-girl from behind like a good boy, like he'd been trained to do with Maile. He slammed himself against her fast and hard, penetrating her vagina with repetitive thrusting motions, slipping his bulbous knot in and out of her saliva-lubricated vagina freely, smashing his pelvis against her own and gripping hold of her fuzzy hips with loving candor. Sable's tail was shoved aside and wrapped around Sammy's waist as she took his large knotted dick like a champ, shrieking and moaning in-between gasping bursts of air and occasional pleasure-induced growls.\n\n\t\"Y-you...fuckin'bitch...tell him to... slow downomygodfuckmeharderAAAAUGH FUCK YES!!!\"\n\n\t\"If you stay good, you'll be rewarded quite prominently. I can assure you, scout's honor.\" Maile crossed her finger-paws, dragging them across Sable's muzzle lovingly.\n\n\tSable moaned and tried to say something, but found herself unable to break free from Maile's pussy lips. The panda-demon tasted fucking sensational, beyond anything imaginable. \"And if you call me a fucking bitch again,\" said Maile with a raspy low voice, \"I'll drag you down to hell and leave you below, abandon you where I came from. Ever been gang-raped by a group of insane homicidal cannibalistic monsters? By the Gods upon high, I know I certainly have. Don't bring that down upon yourself!\" Between the taste of Maile's ridiculously sweet and savory vagina and Sammy's intense lovemaking, Sable wouldn't last for much longer, she knew it for a fact.\n\n\tAnd of course, she didn't.\n\n\tAt the very moment of the trio's shared mutual climax, flames protruded from Maile's ram-horns and from the tip of her tail, pyres illuminating the black-lit glow, compensating for a busted fluorescent tube. The flickering flames frightened Sable enough to jerk herself back from Maile's crotch. She lifted Sammy up into the air, still embedded into her pussy and hoisted herself backwards. The dog's hip collided with the control panel, pressing a few buttons and sliding equalizer tabs out of tune. Sammy barked and bit down upon Sable's neck as he finally endured his feral animalistic achievement, ejaculating warm, thick, viscous semen ropes into her husky-girl's swollen puffy heated vagina. Her shrill, high-pitched voice echoed throughout the entire building as she endured a dog-dick-induced orgasm, reaching down between her legs to fondle at her tiny pebble-hard stiff clitoris. Maile chuckled low, very pleased with the outcome. She knelt down and kissed Sable's cheek, smelling her moisture upon the husky girl's lips and feeling quite satisfied, indeed.\n\n\t\"Thank you for bearing his gift of seed, sweet child. You are a blessed soul now, therefore we must-\"\n\n\t\"Fuck you, ya crazy bitch-ass freaking... bitch!!! Let me go RIGHT NOW, I've got a fucking ten-year anniversary to deejay!\" Sable said, trying to wedge Sammy free from her backside, which hurt with his fat knot buried in her husky-girl twat all the way, squirting cum within like a burst fire hydrant. She thought she would either faint or go crazy over how damn good his dick felt, embedded deep within her vaginal orifice.\n\n\t\"Awww, good boy, Sammy! Good boy! You've done so well, putting her in her place!\" Maile exclaimed, leaning down to kiss her beloved pet. \"All in due time, child. You've done well for me and for him. I'm about ready to return the favor in full, don't you worry a bit about a thing.\" Maile said, petting Sammy's head and kissing his muzzle, still scented heavily with Sable's vaginal discharge. Maile felt tingly in her belly and inhaled deep, taking in all the scents of heavy sex and potent booze. Sammy returned her kiss with cheek-licks, even while his knot remained tied deep within Sable.\n\n\t\"We ought to start calling you Slammy instead of Sammy, huh boy?\" Maile said, giggling at her own silly joke.\n\n\tSable struggled to break free, snarling at Maile with eyes brimming in glorified hatred. \"You free me right now or else I'll-\"\n\n\t\"MAXWEEEEEELL?!!?! ARE YOU HERE TONIGHT?!!!\"\n\n\tMaile and Sable both glanced at each other curiously, then peered outside through the DJ booth's double-paned-glass window to witness a fairly short, petite young-looking feline-avian hybrid standing upright on the dance floor, calling out Maxwell's name.\n\n\tMaile squinted her eyes shut tight and saw a very curvaceous and gorgeous blue-bay wolfdog girl stroking off a familiar and altogether dashingly handsome German shepherd guy, though he didn't look quite like Maxwell to her. Still, Maile felt as if she'd seen this presence once before, maybe earlier at some point in time, somewhere in the bowels of Sassafras McSapphire's nightclub.\n\n\tSo he was here all along, then, the fucking shepcoon bastard. That explained the constant slamming noises that came from upstairs. Maile suspected she recognized the elusive figure who'd gone up the spiral steps earlier, before all hell broke loose and sexuality reigned supreme. Of course she recognized him, for she'd seen him guide Maxwell up the stairs located outside Sable's booth. Maile wondered if he'd heard or seen much through his own telekinetic abilities and realized that she didn't actually care all that much. Fuck it, let him witness this random act of doggo tomfoolery! Maile knew that Maxwell could choose to tap into her mind any time, yet this time refused to do so, for some reason. Perhaps he'd been preoccupied with whatever - or whoever - he'd discovered upstairs?\n\n\tIn any case, Maile Martinez's full-fledged attention now leaned towards Katherina Manchego, the calico-bluejay hybrid who cheated on Maxwell Blackburnadeaux behind his back with another half-a-dozen fertile studs of various species and size, instead of fostering Sable and Sammy, helping to conceive the perfect anthro-feral hybrid. The panda-girl was extremely curious to see how things would play out between Katherina and Maxwell, two jilted ex-lovers with a bone to pick and a grudge to overcome.\n\n\tSuddenly, Maile craved another tequila shot like crazy.\n\nEND\n",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>\t1/14/2021<br />\t6:48pm<br /><br />\tMaile Martinez stepped off her longboard and glanced upon Sassafrass McSapphire, dingiest nightclub in all of Oregon - and one of Maxwell&#039;s favorite hangouts, may the Creators help him.<br />\t<br />\tLow bass-heavy vibrations emanated from the squat A-shaped building accompanied with harsh noise from crashing treble highs, flowing through an expansive dogwood grove, shedding many branches of their silky pink and white petals, as if caught in a sonic boom. Ferns and wild sagebrush received a showering of fresh flowery sprinklings to compliment splotches of gossamer dew, settled gently upon rich fuzzy leaflets, relics of fresh condensation gathered from the coast&#039;s natural oceanic mist. One could lick a leaf and taste a slight hint of saltwater.<br />\t<br />\tBut Maile wasn&#039;t in the habit of licking leaves.<br />\t<br />\tThe red panda-goat-demon hybrid hushed up, held her breath, stood upright and perfectly still, shoulders erect and ram-horns front and center. Then she blew a huge raspberry and cheered, hopping and whooping aloud, a figure of pure jovial excitement. Her white-ringed red panda-girl&#039;s tail swayed and wagged, trailing a tiny plume of fire from its fuzzy tip and her hooves clattered and clopped hard against paved blacktop. She was excited - finally, she&#039;d achieved a smooth longboard landing!<br />\t<br />\tSuch a rarity to behold.<br />\t<br />\tMore often than not, Maile found herself rolling into nearby grassy ditches or abandoned hay bales to evade any gravel pits or corner guardrails. Ah, guardrails - something she&#039;d come into contact with personally, despite the lack of any witnesses and a major crippling blow to her own personal pride. At least her determination got tested in handling tight corners and how to apply the efficient halt-stopping method. She swore to learn hard or die trying, concussed from sustained injuries, which didn&#039;t ever seem likely to happen, considering her demonic genes. But a girl could try, couldn&#039;t she?<br />\t<br />\tMaile calmed down, exhaled a relieved sigh and creaked her neck, feeling and hearing her tendons pop and crack, offering robust bursts of sweet relief in tension-heavy areas. Maile&#039;s green eyes stared out toward the building itself. Squat little shithole of a glorified modular home, smack-dab in the very center of God&#039;s country. Why Max savored such a lame-ass place, the red panda-girl would never hope to comprehend. Maybe it was a tweaker-bassist thing. Maybe she just hated the stupid A-shaped design. Whatever the case may have been, she wasn&#039;t the biggest fan of Sassafras McSapphire&#039;s.<br /><br />\t~<br /><br />\t6:50pm<br /><br />\tMaile&#039;s slightly-hooved hand-paw slid into a jean pocket and yanked out a mobile flip-phone. She opened it up and glanced down to check the time. Ten to seven.<br />\t<br />\tRight on schedule.<br />\t<br />\tPocketing the phone, Maile cleared her throat and glanced at her surroundings, trying to see where her lame-brained pet went. Maile placed her fur-tinged fingerpaws at each corner of her lips and whistled, blowing hard, capturing a wide range. Luckily, it was just enough for Samson, her pet German Shepherd dog, to react and come trotting with haste to her side. Only this time around, he didn&#039;t. Maile half-expected to see Samson run up to her robust panda-girl leg and kneel, yapping and wagging his bushy fur-speckled tail with vast loyalty, quick at the heel of his goat-demon-panda mama. <br /><br />\tShe&#039;d ridden down a narrow private road dense with local foliage to arrive at good ol&#039; Sassy McSapph&#039;s with Sammy running along at her side, leash-free, wearing a certified service dog harness around his shoulders. Sammy trotted alongside Maile, patting down his thick, fuzzy canine paw pads against the vast stretch of cool dampened blacktop road. Somehow he&#039;d gotten way ahead of her, cutting through the forest range, acknowledging a detour. A part of Maile wasn&#039;t too surprised to see where he&#039;d gone between then and now. He always possessed a precocious urge to explore and get himself into odd random bouts of mischief.<br />\t<br />\tShe approached the building, hooves clopping through teeming meadows rich with vibrant wildflowers, swirling dust motes and hovering pollen with each step taken, and Maile Martinez glanced upon her German shepherd dog, chewing at a honeycomb while lying flat on his belly, sprawled out before a large wooden bench, paws limp at his sides. His head bobbed up and down with each gnawing gluttonous bite taken of the honeycomb, rich and sweet and gummy in his maw, lapping at the waxen delicacy. He felt more bear than dog, savoring the chunk of natural rich sweetness. From behind Sammy&#039;s ear, a honeybee squirmed free and buzzed off, hovering and somnolent, passive of its own habitual demise. Maile wondered if he got stung in the midst of retrieving his newfound chew toy, the large shaggy goof.<br />\t<br />\t&quot;Did you literally jump through those trees and pull down a beehive while running to get here, you retard?&quot; Maile asked her fat, dumb dog. The shep barked once, a muffled croupy brash roar in a burst of a second&#039;s time, lazy and nonchalant, muffled by honeycomb. Maile giggled and reached down to rub at her shepherd companion&#039;s ears, making him purr and moan like an overgrown deformed kitten, begging for more loving caresses and ear rubs. This was one of Sammy&#039;s weaknesses. He rolled to his side, honeycomb still juggling between his teeth, beckoning to Maile. She snickered beneath her breath and felt an elated joy blossoming within her chest. She loved her pooch so damn much, there was very little she&#039;d be apt not to do for him.<br /><br />\tVery, very little.<br />\t<br />\t&quot;You are something else, Sambo.&quot; Maile said. She looked around and fixated her eyes upon an unoccupied corner. She walked towards the space, toting her longboard in front of her waist, listening closely for any unwelcome strangers asking her what business she had hanging around. Despite her local celebrity status, being the fire-scorched drummer of that one wild grunge rock band from Brookings, there were still a number of residents and citizens in the greater Grants Pass area who saw fit to exclude her from most social community-driven gathering spots, including Sassafras McSapphire&#039;s. They enjoyed the company of certain species, sure... but not of the demonic variety, which meant Maile had to operate with swift anonymity, not to expose the more hellish aspects of her being.<br />\t<br />\t&quot;Okay, this&#039;ll be fine right here, I think.&quot; Maile said to nobody in particular. She lay her longboard flat against the outside wall of the corny nightclub establishment, leaned upright with small clear wheels nestled against a nearby bundle of freshly chopped oak and cedar firewood. She wondered if the firewood blocks weren&#039;t used in the kitchen for traditional fire pit cooking, or in a crafty iron woodstove for heating purposes. Then she realized that she could care freaking less, she was on a mission to track down and initiate a fellow anthropomorphic lady of the night, one of great prominence and dashing good looks - judging by what Maile had seen so far via her Facebook account. She&#039;d found some online listings for a furry dating ring within Sassy McSapph&#039;s, led on by a canine party-girl named Sable, a self-proclaimed DJ and raver chick with a gritty goth-emo edge, at least according to the selfie shots she&#039;d uploaded. She had many different photos listed under her profile, which Maile saved to her cell phone&#039;s hard drive for the sole purposes of not just identifying her easily in the dirty rabid crowd of anthro partygoers, but for the beneficial purpose of masturbating herself into a trembling fury of satisfaction later on, after she&#039;d dealt with her primary business. Always the business before the pleasure.<br />\t<br />\t&quot;You ready to find out if this Sable girl has what it takes to take you on, bud?&quot; Maile asked her pet, who now stood upright, wagging his tail and licking his chops free of excess honeycomb flakes. Sammy barked and his large brown eyes grew wide in response to Maile&#039;s pondering query. He felt supercharged enough to knot twenty Sables in a row, if only he could tell his master directly. &quot;I hope she does,&quot; Maile remarked, tapping a finger-paw against her chin while maintaining a deep-thinking pose. She loved her mind-reading abilities and didn&#039;t often hesitate to use them with her pet. &quot;Wouldn&#039;t that be something? Then maybe I wouldn&#039;t be the only girl who desires your knot, huh boy?&quot;<br />\t<br />\tSammy yapped and pressed his nose against Maile&#039;s groin. The demonic entity in disguise as a voluptuous panda-goat hybrid giggled and calmed him down, brushing him aside from his typical vice, ushering herself and her pet into the front door of the building nestled amongst the Gods of nature herself, so resilient and patient. She hoped nobody would be dumb enough to steal her longboard, or mistake it as wood kindling for whatever fireplace they kept inside. Maile valued the longboard, for she received it as a gift from a very noble blue Swiss shepherd lover she&#039;d befriended through Maxwell&#039;s love interest, Cassidy. Maile cherished the gift and held onto it ever since.<br /><br />\t~<br /><br />\t7:16pm<br /><br />\t&quot;ID, ma&#039;am.&quot;<br />\t<br />\t&quot;I beg your indulgence?!&quot;<br /><br />\tThe bear bouncer rolled his lucid eyes and blew a raspberry with his lower lip. &quot;Darlin&#039;, I need to see some identification before I can allow you to enter this estab-&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;Sweet crimony, do I look like bitch-assed cub, a mofuggin&#039; child?!&quot; The cheetah woman in front of Maile asked the large brown-furred beast, face beady and spastic with aggressive jerky motions. A very attractive and petite dragoness from a nearby ticket booth kiosk peered curiously at the commotion occurring outside. A tiny clump of foamy spittle collected at one corner of the cheetah girl&#039;s onyx-black lips.<br /><br />\tThe bear curled a brow up and gave the cheetah woman, seemingly younger than intended, a suspicious glare. &quot;That depends on what you mean by &#039;child&#039;, exactly...&quot;<br /><br />\tMaile slid her hand-paw into a rear pocket and yanked free a carefully-manufactured counterfeit Canadian identification permit she&#039;s managed to score from a fellow biker and number-runner, since identification didn&#039;t come particularly easy for an exiled relic of Hell&#039;s ninth inner ring. She held it up to bear-boy&#039;s face and smiled with charming excess. Bear-boy nodded, barely batting an eye funny, curling his brow at Sammy, then waved his hand-paw towards the camaraderie, urging Maile and Sammy to enter. He glanced upon a food-stamp card issued in New Hampshire, expired four years prior, held between cheetah-woman&#039;s finger-paws, practically poking his snout.<br /><br />\t&quot;Here ya go! This good enough for ya?!&quot; She asked bear-boy with a screechy, high-pitched tone of voice. Instead of arguing with her any further, something that proved utterly pointless already, Bear-boy finally gave up and gave in, knowing this was merely an uphill battle, a relentlessly endless argument with less than stellar resolutions.<br /><br />\t&quot;&#039;Bout time, damn! I thought y&#039;all was jus&#039; a desperate-ass cub or sumthin&#039;, know what I m-&quot;<br /><br />\tCheetah-girl pressed her body up against the bear-guy, smothering her supple breasts against his belly hard, wrapping a single leg around one of his own, hugging against his chest, latching on like a head-crab attached to an enemy Combine soldier&#039;s helmet.<br /><br />\t&quot;Does this feel like a fucking cub&#039;s body to you, dude?!!?&quot; Cheetah-girl screeched, laughing hysterically, hair swinging madly about. Her wallet dropped free from a satchel purse and someone picked it up for her, handing it to the bear bouncer instead.<br /><br />\tBear-boy shivered and shrieked aloud, nervous and obviously thrown off by being mercilessly hugged so suddenly. He glanced around to find that they were both being watched studiously by surrounding nightclubbers. Maile smacked her forehead and chuckled low to herself, wondering what exactly Maxwell saw in this freaking place. <br /><br />\tFraught with embarrassment, bear-boy shrieked and Maile laughed along with a few other furs while cheetah-girl kept on grinding against his body, squishing her boobs hard into his belly, letting her tangled blonde hair fall across his neck, burying her fuzzy feline face in his chest fur, causing a tremendous scene before his trusted bouncer brothers and giving him an unsightly erect-<br /><br />\t&quot;OKAY!! I say goddam, you good to go in, sister! C&#039;mon, jus&#039; stop fuckin&#039; wit&#039; me like this!&quot; Bear-boy exclaimed, at last revealing her license, a butt-ugly mug-shot pic with a donor sticker.<br /><br />\tCheetah-girl sneered up at his face and Maile&#039;s eyes flashed with a bright green spark, numbing cheetah-girl&#039;s senses, causing her to step forward in a zombie-like trance, unaware of a thing around her. The feline walked in, curving a wide berth around the bear bouncer and headed towards the main concourse. <br /><br />\tThank goodness for small favors, thought Maile. <br /><br />\tMaile watched as cheetah-girl reclaimed her sense of awareness, uncertain as to how she&#039;d even gotten into the club, then she held her hand-paw up after seeing a familiar face shove through the crowd of heavy ravers and smacked a high-five with a white-furred husky female, slightly more mature than the others. Maile&#039;s eyes diminished of their glow and she stepped aside, Sammy trailing her fur-tinged heels, relieving bear-boy of any further security checkpoints. Upon seeing the greeting gesture unfold before her eyes, Maile immediately recognized Sable, the anthro doll who received cheetah-girl&#039;s high-five. She never forgot a selfie.<br /><br />\t&quot;Holy fuck. She&#039;s more gorgeous than I originally imagined! Oooh, this&#039;ll be so freaking rad. Are you as excited as I am, Sambo?&quot; Maile practically whispered to herself, staring the husky girl down, feeling notions of illicit desire course through her body and pervade her senses while Sammy stood panting beside his master with anxious delight, apt to fuck anything that looked even remotely attractive to his German shepherd-in-a-rut&#039;s wandering eyes.<br /><br />\t~<br /><br />\t7:27pm<br /><br />\tSable went directly to the DJ&#039;s booth, followed by Maile and Sammy, close in proximity. She was chaperoned away from the front of the booth by a large rat anthro bouncer named Doris Selzheimer. Doris was a butch-dyke with a stuttering speech impediment who possessed a heart of gold, the passive nature of a puppy and a raging, fuming edge when taunted hard enough by unruly bar patrons who disagreed with her methodical approaches. <br /><br />\t&quot;Afraid you&#039;ll have t-t-t-o keep a wide b-b-b-berth from the s-s-stage, ma&#039;am. Deejay&#039;s orders. I know how s-s-silly that may sound, b-b-b-but she is v-v-very insistent. Something to do w-w-with enhanced hearing loss for c-c-c-c-c...&quot; Doris took a breath, pinched her eyes shut and scrunched her face to struggle with the syllable, &quot;C-c-canines, or something.&quot; Doris explained, shuffling her large wiry rat&#039;s feet across the building&#039;s scuffed cedar dance floors. &quot;No offense t-t-t-taken, I hope?&quot; Doris asked Maile, guiding the panda-girl towards a large full-sized bar instead, pulling up a stool for her to sit in, which she did with profound courtesy.<br /><br />\t&quot;That&#039;s no worry at all, my dear, actually makes a lot of sense. Safety first! Thank you kindly.&quot; Maile said. Doris chuckled with a smirk and a wink, clicking her tongue.<br /><br />\t&quot;Think n-n-n-nothing of it, young&#039;un! Go on and g-g-g-get yourself a d-d-drink, if you&#039;d like. I&#039;ll try to r-r-rustle up a water b-b-b-bowl for your furry f-f-f-f-f-friend, there. D-d-damn this s-stutter!&quot; Doris said, cursing her verbal disability while looking down at Sammy, admiring his lavishing German shepherd traits. Such a handsome dog he turned out to be! Doris considered Maile to be a very lucky dog-owner. She hopped into action, heading towards a kitchen located far behind the bar itself.<br /><br />\tMaile glanced around and saw all kinds of anthros: a fox and vixen swapping spit beside a large jukebox, a gaggle of geese tossing darts at a felt-cork target with former president Trump&#039;s printed face covering the bullseye, a small group of avian females dancing their asses off with each other on the main floor and a group of wolfdogs celebrating a girl&#039;s night out, stood close by Sable&#039;s DJ set, all complimented with a wide range of other species in all manner of shapes and sizes. <br />\t<br />\tThe turnout upon this evening was ideal at best, quite a haul. Maile glanced upon a high-rise platform on the other side of the building entirely, nestled in a corner above the DJ&#039;s booth. She wondered what could possibly be up in the concealed space, adorned with velvet curtains and golden tasseled rope. She thought she could see a pungent blue haze drifting from between the curtains, wondering if whoever occupied the space wasn&#039;t blazing it up with furious persistence. Maybe that was where the hippies retired to ingest Ayahuasca tea in hopes of sustaining a spiritual journey? Maile had no clue and could care less, she had to maintain her focus.<br /><br />\t&quot;What&#039;ll it be, panda-girl?&quot; One of the bartenders hollered out to Maile in an angelic voice, a white-furred tigress with attractive curves and gorgeous baby-blue eyes brimming from a sweet feline&#039;s face.<br /><br />\t&quot;I&#039;ll take a tequila shot with a pineapple back, thanks!&quot; Maile hollered over the loud music and wild drunken camaraderie.<br /><br />\t&quot;Any specifics on tequila?&quot; Asked the barkeep with a feisty feline&#039;s grin, dressed in a sexy turtleneck sweater top with leather slacks and large gothic Lolita boots.<br /><br />\t&quot;If you&#039;ve got any silver or aged anejo lying around, I&#039;ll jump on that action.&quot; Maile said, grinning politely at the feline with a golden tooth and an irreverent edginess practically unheard of in most young felines within her age and intelligence caliber.<br /><br />\t&quot;Spoken like a true Hispanic, eh chica? You got it, one sec. Name&#039;s Rae, by the way. My partner over there is Ani and you have made a wise choice to attend tonight! We&#039;re celebrating our tenth anniversary! We actually hired Sable to DJ, which didn&#039;t come cheap but hey, she&#039;s the pinnacle trending anthro-demographic DJ in the area, so why not, right?!&quot; The other tigress, an orange-furred beauty, took notice and waved at the anthro girls while tapping a keg of IPA for a belligerent drunken hamster patron who looked to be out way past his bedtime.<br /><br />\t&quot;That&#039;s great, congratulations on a decade of... this!&quot; Maile grinned and held her hand-paw up to emphasize the crowd. Rae smiled wide and nodded in agreement. She peered down at the opposite end of the bar and ran to catch another drink order or two, giving Maile a wink before leaving. The other tigress ran over to take on Maile&#039;s drink order with efficient haste, as if the two felines shared a telepathic connection.<br /><br />\t&quot;Pleased to meet you! I&#039;m Maile.&quot; They shook hand-paws with vast eloquence, Maile squeezing the other tigress&#039;s hand-paw slightly, firm grip and presence of being.<br /><br />\t&quot;Oh, like that singer girl? Y&#039;know, the Cyrus daughter?&quot; The tigress bartender asked, slightly embarrassing Maile into a blush.<br /><br />\t&quot;Not exactly, spelled a little different and even pronounced slightly off.&quot; Maile snickered, thinking about the wrecking ball video and cringing a little inside.<br /><br />\t&quot;Huh. Okay then! Maile, eh? Would this be your first time in here? Can&#039;t say I&#039;ve ever actually seen you around before!&quot; The pretty orange-furred tigress asked, dressed in a punker-chick&#039;s studded skirt with fishnet stockings and a black T-shirt showing a goofy Rick and Morty illustration. Her hair was tied into a working girl&#039;s bun behind her head.<br /><br />\t&quot;Pretty much! I came to see the deejay perform, I&#039;m a big fan!&quot; Maile said, nodding her head.<br /><br />\t&quot;Well, that&#039;s a pleasant new way to spruce things up! I&#039;m Ani and it&#039;s a pleasure to make your acquaintance! You heard about our ten-year accomplishment already from Rae, correct?&quot; Ani asked, which Maile acknowledged with a nod and a rewarding grin. Ani smiled back and twirled a bee-line path past Rae with a graceful elegance practically unheard of. She reached for a shot glass from a nearby wooden shelf, though there were none available. She gave a visible exhuming sigh, rubbed her fur-covered forehead with a twang of frustration and hollered towards the kitchen at the top of her lungs, causing the bar counter itself to vibrate slightly and glasses to hum. Maile was impressed with her projection, her pitch delivery. She wondered if Ani wasn&#039;t big on karaoke or singing professionally, if not just for kicks.<br /><br />\t&quot;YO, FUCKHANDS!!! WE NEED MORE SHOTTIES OUT HERE!!! BREAK&#039;S OVER!!!&quot; Ani hollered aloud, making Maile laugh out loud. What kind of absurd nickname was that for a dishwasher to obtain? <br /><br />\tFrom the doorway that led into the kitchen, an anthro alligator&#039;s head peered out and he gave Ani a scaled thumbs-up. Maile giggled at the nickname some more, thinking about whatever absurd story that may have led to him earning such a reputable title. Rae returned back to the other end of the bar and cocked her eyebrow, leaning in closer towards Maile. <br /><br />\t&quot;We call him Fuckhands because he&#039;s really fucking talented at using his hands for stuff, you dig? Opening rusty cans, bar-backing for us tigresses, even keeping our sauciest clientele in check, if you happen to catch my drift?&quot; <br />\t<br />\tMaile did, with a feverish blush to prove it. Sammy glanced up at her curiously, cocking his head at an angle, perhaps sensing her sudden rush of arousal. <br /><br />\t&quot;Anyways, the dude&#039;s got a way about him! His real name&#039;s Sebastian Boonstoppel, but I&#039;ll bet you&#039;ve ever heard that nonsense from me or my sister over there, dig? It would ruin the gag if his secret ever got out.&quot; Rae said to Maile, maintaining a low husky whisper so as not to be overheard by Sebastian as he brought forth freshly-washed shot glasses.<br /><br />\t&quot;Not a word.&quot; Maile said with a grin and a wink, twirling her finger-paws together, reaffirming her promise never to tell with a zipper-to-lips gesture. Rae smiled and stepped away for a moment to take other drink orders, including Cheetah-girl&#039;s cranberry vodka served in a highball goblet because to her nonsensical method of reasoning, more always meant better. Maile wondered if the cheetah-girl had ever even finished high school.<br /><br />\t~<br /><br />\t7:56pm<br /><br />\tSeb the gator dishwasher, known to the regulars as Fuckhands, brought out a plastic navy blue rack filled to the brim with freshly washed shot glasses, dampened surfaces reflecting colorful lights across the countertop&#039;s drink coaster-strewn surface. Ani thanked the faithful reptilian dishwasher with a pat on his shoulder and Rae raised a fist to cheer him on as she proceeded to grab hold of a fresh glass to pour a shot of tequila for Maile Martinez, sexiest hybrid anthro she&#039;d ever laid her own tigress eyes upon. Ani cracked open a can of pineapple juice, poured it into a red plastic cup and the anthro tigresses handed both beverages to Maile, who thanked them both accordingly. She downed the shot and sipped at the juice like she&#039;d been downing tequila shots all her long and arduous life. The tigresses whistled and giggled like two coy schoolgirls as they accepted two hefty billfolds from Maile, each marked fifty dollars. The best tips they&#039;d received all night came with a price, little did they know.<br /><br />\t&quot;I&#039;m glad you agree with that one, we rarely pour our top-shelf tequila for just anyone. Thank you kindly for the tip!&quot; Ani said, returning back to the till with her earnings.<br /><br />\t&quot;No, let me be the one to thank you, its freaking delicious. Well worth the price in full.&quot; Maile said, eyes wide with satisfaction. She spun the shot glass upon the flat countertop surface, watching it oscillate and rotate like a spinning top before settling back down in place.<br /><br />\t&quot;Sure thing, hon! Glad you enjoyed it!&quot; Rae thought of other far more crude things which Maile may enjoy. Maile&#039;s eyes began to glow and she gave the white-furred tigress a suspicious glare, peering deep into her filthiest subconscious mind.<br /><br />\t&quot;What&#039;re you thinking about, Rae?&quot; Maile asked, though not needing to, for she could see everything. Did the alcohol enhance her telepathic abilities? Perhaps. Perhaps so, indeed. All of Rae&#039;s deviant little backwoods fantasies of the panda hybrid becoming her property and bending down over a cushioned sawhorse to appease her will, oftentimes performing illicit sexual favors just for the fun of it. Maile saw many perversions.<br /><br />\t&quot;I&#039;m just wondering what brings a legitimately beautiful hybrid such as yourself out here, of all places. I know you aren&#039;t a regular, so what&#039;s got you showing up in Sassy McSapphs, and during our big ten-year celebration? Did you come to party with the deejay, or are you here with even more... colorful intentions?&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;Actually, I was very interested to know a lot more about your deejay, to be honest. What&#039;s her name, exactly?&quot; Maile leaned in close, forgetting all about Rae&#039;s dirty little fantasies. Any lead she could pick up on was a damn good one, indeed.<br /><br />\t&quot;Sable. Her name is Sable and she&#039;s a really good friend to many of us here. A definite go-to party-girl husky, that&#039;s for sure! Speaking of which, she&#039;s almost ready to get things going, just a little more time for her to get set up! Are you any good at setting up sound equipment?&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;I could be, perhaps. What&#039;s in it for me?&quot; Maile asked.<br /><br />\t&quot;An extra drink or two, of course!&quot; Ani called from beneath Rae, reaching into a small supply fridge for extra maraschino cherries. &quot;Oh, sorry, don&#039;t mind my eavesdropping!&quot; She snickered and shut the mini-fridge door, returning back to her end of the bar to replenish the cherry bin for the fancy-pants Shirley Temple fanatics.<br /><br />\tOf freaking course, Maile thought. She just wanted to get closer to Sable herself, the drinks were an extra added commodity to soften her reaction to being in such a trashy place to begin with. At least the bartenders were polite and good-natured, all things considered.<br /><br />\t&quot;I wonder, but do you know a lot about her outside of her deejay business? Specifically preferences in men or women. Who&#039;s she into these days, Rae?&quot;<br /><br />\tRae grinned a wide Cheshire Cat&#039;s grin and gave Maile a lustful expression, presuming the panda girl&#039;s urging questioning for a bit of playful flirtation.<br /><br />\t&quot;And what&#039;s got you so interested in our husky-girl deejay, darling?&quot; Ani asked, joining in on the grilling. Maile felt slightly intimidated but held her ground, nevertheless. Fuckhands came out from behind the kitchen holding a few plates with grilled burgers to be served to attending bar patrons, camouflage bandanna wrapped tightly around his forehead and damp apron stained with flecks of green and brown foodstuff.<br /><br />\t&quot;I&#039;ve heard from a friend who attended this place previously that she&#039;s incredibly fun to hang out with so I wanted to get better acquainted with her, that&#039;s all. So! Know anything about her that I don&#039;t, ladies?&quot; Maile asked both Rae and Ani at once.<br /><br />\tAni collected Maile&#039;s empty glasses and placed the shot glass into a sink for Fuckhands to collect at his earliest leisure, refilling the red plastic cup with fresh tap-water, the finest hydration from a fresh spring well anyone could hope to obtain. Rae smirked at her, chuckling low.<br /><br />\t&quot;Keep this a secret, okay?&quot; <br /><br />\tMaile nodded, visibly excited. Rae cupped her hand-paw and whispered into Maile&#039;s ear, maintaining privacy from all angles.<br /><br />\t&quot;I haven&#039;t heard far too much... only that she&#039;s a real freak when it comes to feral dogs. But don&#039;t tell anyone I said that, you dig?&quot; Rae asked politely but with a firm insistence. <br /><br />\tMaile smiled with utmost satisfaction, hearing absolutely all she needed to hear. &quot;Shit the bed!! That&#039;s really kinky!&quot;<br /><br />\tRae nodded and raised her eyebrows to further emphasize her statement as fact. Maile received a second shot from Ani on the house, slid down to her. She downed the shot, slammed the glass flat onto the surface and leaned in to kiss Rae&#039;s cheek. She burst out into near-hysterics, suddenly fidgeting with her turtleneck sweater sleeves nervously. Ani snickered and bumped her hip against her bartender soul-sister, winking at Maile with a grin.<br /><br />\t&quot;Thank you, ladies! For the drinks and for, y&#039;know...&quot;<br /><br />\tRae nodded and verbally enunciated her lips towards Maile: NOT A WORD SPOKEN ABOUT IT. Maile nodded and winked at them both. &quot;Take it easy, okay? I&#039;ll see you again very, very soon!&quot; Maile said.<br /><br />\tAni grinned and waved. &quot;Sure thing, Maile! But I gotta warn ya, if my soul-sister and I were to tell you absolutely everything we know about Sable, you might opt to get a full-length novel written about her!&quot;<br /><br />\tMaile curled her eyebrows and leaned in closer to Ani. &quot;Give me a New York Times bestseller, then. I&#039;m all ears.&quot;<br /><br />\tRae sighed and ran back to the other end of the bar to tend to waving customers in need of hydration. Ani nodded and took a deep breath, then she told Maile all she ever needed to know about Sable the husky deejay female with a penchant for dog-loving, much to Rae&#039;s stubborn reluctance.<br /><br />\tMaile had never been more turned on in her entire life.<br /><br />\t~<br /><br />\t8:19 pm<br /><br />\tSable finally got her sound system set up and she made an announcement of incoming music momentarily, showing those in attendance a clipboard with a blank sheet for specific song requests, if anyone should be apt to demand something specific. She was always really good and talented at distinguishing her crowds though, had a savant&#039;s advantage in identifying any demographic and their preferences in musical taste. She rarely ever received any special requests or formal complaints over how lame or unsavory her musical choices were after any given night. Tonight, however, she&#039;d not only receive a freaking astonishingly strange and unique request, but a healthy German shepherd&#039;s fat throbbing veiny knot as well.<br /><br />\tSuggesting things go according to plan.<br /><br />\tMaile hopped off her barstool and proceeded towards the DJ&#039;s setup, Sammy following close behind, trotting along by her hooved heels. Neither Doris the stuttering rat-girl bouncer nor anyone else would hope to dissuade Maile of her primary motive. She wanted to see if the rumors were indeed true.<br /><br />\t~<br /><br />\t8:38pm<br /><br />\tAt the doorway into Sassafrass McSapphire&#039;s club, a stunningly attractive calico-cat anthro girl waited with the others in line to gain admittance. She pulled a lock of dirty blonde bang free from her petite muzzle and brushed off a few shedding turquoise-glowing feathers, for she was a calico-bluejay hybrid, and her informants had all suggested that she&#039;d meet her forlorn ex-lover in this ridiculous shit-show. Bear-boy at the door ogled her from ear tips to fuzzy toe paws fitted neatly into high-heel stilettos and he attempted to ensure his surprise erection stay concealed, so as not to embarrass himself too heavily upon checking her ID. He&#039;d already damn-near shot a load off into his boxer-briefs after being roughly man-handled by the crazy cheetah-girl from earlier.<br /><br />\t&quot;Hi! Is there a cover charge to get in?&quot; The calico-hybrid asked. Her thin spiny tail swayed and jerked with a mind unto its own, brushing against others in line, also diligently waiting for admittance.<br /><br />\t&quot;For you, darlin&#039;? Hell to the no, come on in.&quot; Bear-boy insisted with great enthusiasm. <br /><br />\t&quot;Thanks!&quot; She exclaimed, slipping a hundred-dollar billfold into his suit jacket&#039;s front lapel pocket. She also squeezed at his groin teasingly and brushed her whiskers against his snout, provoking an early on-set sneeze to build up. He stifled it as well as his erection and cleared his throat, glancing away from her, hoping not to become far too distracted.<br /><br />\t&quot;I&#039;m Katherina, by the way!&quot; Calico-girl said, wide smile pasted upon her brown-eyed face, ivory teeth shimmering in the low light of the building&#039;s dimly-lit facade. <br /><br />\t&quot;Cool.&quot; Bear-boy said, unfamiliar with anyone named Katherina by a long shot. The hybrid cat-girl&#039;s grin wavered slightly.<br /><br />\t&quot;Katherina Manchego, you don&#039;t know me?&quot; She asked him earnestly.<br /><br />\t&quot;Am I supposed to?&quot; Bear-boy replied with dry resolute honesty, truly unfamiliar with her. She scoffed and let go of his crotch, turning her head away and attempted to march into the building with a profound new arrogance unheard of just moments before. Bear-boy held his arm out and barricaded her entry, which caused Katherina&#039;s face to go solid and her eyes to glance at him with intense disgust and frank irritation. &quot;On second thought darlin&#039;, show me some ID and you&#039;ll be let in, easy-breezy-Japanese-eey.&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;This is such fucking bullshit. I&#039;m famous, you know. Actually played for you guys here before.&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;That&#039;s nice, I&#039;m a new hire so I wouldn&#039;t have known. ID, please.&quot; Bear-boy persisted, large thick hand-paw held upright, beckoning her to show him the great golden ticket into delightful nose candy-fueled paradise.<br /><br />\tThe cat-girl shoved her hand-paw into pocket on her denim jeans and held her photo identification up in front of Bear-boy&#039;s face, frowning in a dire pout. He looked at the necessities and verified that she was of legal age to enter, despite her youthful features and petite figure. Feather clumps grew wildly from her elbows, kneecaps, shoulders and along the spinal column of her back and neck. Her finger-paws were slightly scaled, like bird&#039;s feet. If not for acting like a complete and utter egocentric super-bitch, Bear-boy might have found interest in asking her out on a date.<br /><br />\tHe just stepped aside and let her enter the establishment with stern silence.<br /><br />\t&quot;Thanks for nothing, asshat. Learn to do your job better after tonight, would you please?&quot; Katherina said with a scoff.<br /><br />\t&quot;Fucking narcissist...&quot; He whispered beneath his breath, straight out of earshot, as she passed by and entered Sassafras McSapphire&#039;s club in hopes of celebrating the club&#039;s tenth anniversary along with everyone else. All her friends showed up in attendance.<br /><br />\tAll but one, anyways.<br /><br />\t~<br /><br />\t8:41 pm<br /><br />\tA knock emanated from the door within the DJ&#039;s booth as Sable was busy setting up shop. She stopped connecting wires to amps long enough to look over her shoulder and wonder who&#039;d be knocking at her DJ booth&#039;s door so early. She didn&#039;t start accepting song requests and playing music until nine &#039;o&#039;clock. Surely the management was not in need of anything else? Had she forgotten something, or did someone have a complaint to make way early ahead of time? Sable connected a microphone cord into an amplifier jack and hoisted herself upright, standing tall within the tiny cubicle-sized room, ivory white fur glowing under a black light and her own special LED lamp for enhanced illumination, so as not to push the wrong damn button when leading up to a song transition cue. <br /><br />\tShe ambled towards the door slowly, throwing on a nearby light switch. A long slender fluorescent tube flickered and sparked into life, illuminating the entire room with ease. She powered off her special mini-lamp and pocketed it. To one side of the small DJ&#039;s stateroom opposing her hardware setup, there sat a dingy aged sofa, a love cushion from the seventies with enough nicks, stains and unsightly tears to show for it. Sable feared even sitting on it for a few minutes, worried that she&#039;d be contaminated with the AIDS virus or something gruesomely similar. She was grateful to have her own rolling office chair to sit in, leather-bound and very comfy.<br /><br />\t&quot;Come on in!&quot; Sable hollered, wrapping up extra cables to be stowed away in a nearby supply duffel bag. <br /><br />\t&quot;It&#039;s locked!&quot; Replied a female&#039;s voice. A very sexy, low and husky female&#039;s voice. Sable&#039;s interest suddenly piqued significantly and she peeked into a tiny peephole embedded into the center of the door. Through it, she saw a fisheye-lens perspective of a red panda girl, or a ram, some kind of goat. She was definitely a hybrid. And fucking hot to boot. <br /><br />\t&quot;Hang on!!&quot; Sable called out. She turned the auto-locking mechanism off and opened the door to let in the most attractive female anthro she&#039;d ever seen. Right at the strange mysterious panda-girl&#039;s very heels, cloven-hooved and ram-horned from what Sable could see, entered a robust German shepherd dog. Sable glanced down at him funny, then shrugged and closed the door behind Maile, wondering what on earth this girl and her dog could possibly want from her just before she got her audio equipment set up properly.<br /><br />\t&quot;Hello, please come in, take a seat and make yourselves at home.&quot; Sable said. Maile nodded with a gesture of thanks to her, plopping down into the sofa with no resistance or second though. Brave girl, Sable thought to herself. She hoped the panda chick was up to speed with her medical vaccinations. &quot;Would you care for a drink, miss?&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;No thanks, I just had a couple already, from the bar. Those tigresses sure know their stuff!&quot; Maile said with genuine interest.<br /><br />\t&quot;Yes, Ani and Rae have been working together before any of us can even remember. I think they might be twins, if not just very close sisters or damn good friends.&quot; Sable said. She kept averting her eyes towards Sammy, uncertain as to why this beautiful hybrid woman would be walking around with a service dog by her side.<br /><br />\t&quot;Righteous. Thanks for the offer, though!&quot; Maile said to Sable. Sammy sat patiently by Maile&#039;s hooves, watching Sable with calculated interest. From a window looking into the booth, Maile glanced out and saw a large spiraling lattice-iron stairway. She figured that it led up to the curtained VIP lounge area above the DJ&#039;s sound booth. For a very brief moment, Maile could&#039;ve sworn she saw Maxwell trot up the stairs, led on by a large red and black-furred shepherd-guy. That subtle telepathic connection between them couldn&#039;t be felt though, so the chances of Maxwell and Maile in the same building at once were beyond slim.<br /><br />\tShe considered such a distinct coincidence, briefly, then dropped it. Of course he wouldn&#039;t turn out for tonight... would he?<br /><br />\t~<br /><br />\t8:53pm<br /><br />\tThe white-furred albino husky girl glided effortlessly towards her leather-bound office chair, placed in front of a large digital LED soundboard mixer panel that controlled all the audio and video equipment in the facility. The room itself, though tiny in size and stature, was a technophile&#039;s wet dream. Maile had an idea as to just why Maxwell was so intrigued by the place. It wasn&#039;t just the slutty girls or the strong booze - it was this absolute beast of a sound system that kept Maxwell coming back for more. Sassafras McSapphire&#039;s had the capacity to dent planet Earth itself with its epic highs and soul-gnashing lows. Of course Max would be drawn to that level of musical enhancement!<br /><br />\t&quot;The pleasure is all mine, miss.&quot; Sable said with a dashing smile, enough to make Maile blush a bit.<br /><br />\t&quot;Actually, there&#039;s another reason why I&#039;m here tonight.&quot; Maile said. Sable&#039;s brow curled a little in reaction.<br /><br />\t&quot;That&#039;s kinda what I figured, hon.&quot; Sable said with a solemn gaze, watching Maile with a hint of unease evident in her stride. <br /><br />\t&quot;Don&#039;t worry! I don&#039;t have court summons papers to serve you or anything, not even here to ask for donations or... Sable. That&#039;s your name, right?&quot;<br /><br />\tSable grinned wide, visibly excited to be recognized. &quot;Yes! You&#039;ve got the right deejay pinpointed, young miss. Are you a fan of my services?&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;What would you say if I told you that my pet German shepherd here, Samson by name, is a prized asset to not just myself or my own family, but to the entirety of anthropomorphic women everywhere? We&#039;re talking pedigree, top-tier, ascended beyond all reason and value.&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;I&#039;d say you&#039;ve got all the right reasons to believe so. He&#039;s quite a handsome pupper, no doubt about it. Very well-mannered, too! That&#039;s a rarity in German shepherds.&quot; Sable said, smiling down at him. She slapped her kneecap while sat in the leather chair and Sammy ran to her side, wagging his tail and panting with his tongue lolling freely from above his chin. &quot;You don&#039;t mind if I give him a quick pet, do you? Or is he specifically trained not to cater to petting from strangers?&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;I honestly don&#039;t mind one bit.&quot; Maile said with a devious grin. Sable gave Sammy&#039;s cheeks a nice brisk scratch as he rest his chin upon her thigh. Sable giggled and rubbed his head, then he returned back to his master&#039;s side.<br /><br />\t&quot;He&#039;s a very good boy! So polite and quite handsome, well-groomed as well. I can tell he has a very dedicated master who loves him dearly.&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;Thank you, from both of us.&quot; Maile remembered how she had found Sammy cold and alone in an abandoned run-down gas station near the outskirts of Mount St. Helens, after she&#039;d crawled out of her own private purgatory, after she&#039;d escaped from her home deep in hell&#039;s inner ninth ring. <br /><br />\t&quot;Okay, now what if I were to tell you that his sperm is nearly priceless? Rare, one of a kind, extremely potent and best of all, fully compatible with anthropomorphics?&quot;<br /><br />\tSable felt a tiny tickling flush of heat emanate through her crotch at such a weird and kinky prospect.<br /><br />\t&quot;That&#039;s something, all right.&quot; Sable said, trying not to become far too visibly perturbed. What exactly did this panda-girl have in mind?<br /><br />\t&quot;Something. Yes.&quot; Maile stood up from the couch, eyes glowing feverish jaded green.<br /><br />\t&quot;Look, what was it you wanted with me, exactly? I can put in a song for you if you&#039;d like??&quot; Sable asked, feeling a bit uneasy over Maile&#039;s glowing eyes. She approached Sable and reached out a hand-paw. The husky girl&#039;s arms raised up to her sides as if in a crucifixion pose. She gave Maile a confused, alarmed glance. <br /><br />\t&quot;What&#039;s happening? I&#039;m not even doing anything, why am I moving on my own??&quot; Sable exclaimed, eyes darting from her arms to Maile and back again.<br /><br />\t&quot;Patience is a virtue, dear. I think you&#039;ll be quite relieved with what I&#039;m about to give you. Or more accurately, what my partner here is about to give you.&quot; Maile said, acknowledging Sammy with her arms held outright towards him. <br /><br />\t&quot;What in fuck&#039;s name is THAT supposed to mean?!&quot; Sable said, muzzle scrunched up into a snarl, slowly becoming more panicked at her circumstance yet attempting to keep her cool, maintain her nerve, to not freak out or try to scream for help, seeing what very little good that would do. Sable heard a loud clunk from upstairs and pondered curiously, wondering who might have found their way into the private VIP lounge above the DJ&#039;s sound booth.<br /><br />\tMaile creaked her neck and began to strip herself of all her clothing. Sable&#039;s blush flooded her cheeks and she struggled to break free from the demonic hybrid&#039;s telekinetic grip, but only failed at her feeble attempt.<br /><br />\t&quot;It means you&#039;ll be the bearer of a beautiful new anthro mix. A hybrid creature with both feral and anthropomorphic genes. You&#039;ll be responsible for achieving the impossible. Think about it! We&#039;ll be remembered for centuries in the making, all thanks to our glorious efforts! Or yours, more or less.&quot; Maile&#039;s eyes glowed bright and she grinned hysterically, looking absolutely delirious.<br /><br />\t&quot;Whose idea is this? Yours? Ani? Rae? Fuckhands?! Who&#039;s putting you up to it, huh? What&#039;s this, a dare? A sick joke? Let me go or I swear I&#039;ll fuck you up, you dumb bit-&quot;<br /><br />\tSammy barked and ran up to Sable&#039;s side, pressing his nostrils against the ridge of her mons and growling deep and loud. He&#039;d threaten to bite her inner thigh if she continued to act up towards his master. Maile, however, pulled him back and calmed him down by rubbing at his neck-scruff.<br /><br />\t&quot;There there, boy, relax. I&#039;ve already forgiven her. I don&#039;t want you to hurt her. Just... fuck her really hard, that&#039;s all. No hurting, you understand?&quot; Maile said to her dog, earnest and sure. He woofed in response, as if he understood her demand clearly. For all Sable knew, maybe he really did. Sable stared at Sammy, at a pink bulge leaking small traces of pre-cum protruding from his sheath, then her eyes met Maile&#039;s glowing jaded-green oculars and the husky-girl pleaded to her silently with all her might to just be let go, to forget all about this.<br /><br />\tSammy, however, had other plans in mind, especially when he began to lick at the rough fabric of Sable&#039;s denim jean shorts, dampening her crotch with his saliva. <br /><br />\t&quot;Aaah!! No! Bad dog! Go away!&quot; Sable yelled, trying to break free from Maile&#039;s gridlocked mental hypnotic connection, to no avail. Sammy&#039;s tongue slathered against her groin, permeating her crotch with salivated dampness. Before long, Sable couldn&#039;t take another second of his teasing licks. She reached down to unbutton her pants and yanked them clean off, kicking them to a corner of the small DJ&#039;s booth. Sammy&#039;s tongue slipped beneath her soft billowy cotton panties and began to lap away at her vaginal folds. She felt warm German shepherd saliva, so smooth, slimy and excessively moist to the touch. Sable became immediately aroused, identifying Sammy&#039;s pulse as it echoed from his tongue against the spread-wide surface of her labia folds. Sammy licked Sable&#039;s pussy very deep, breathing hard against her clitoris, slathering her vulva with warm dog slobber, cold wet shepherd&#039;s nose delightfully cool to the touch, lubricating her for a round or several of serious dog-fuckery. Maile&#039;s stance never changed, despite her incredible urge to break down and join in on the action. She had a mission to uphold and nothing would distract her from achieving her task, not even the succulent promise of drippy, raunchy, fucked-hard interspecies erotica with her beloved pet.<br /><br />\t~<br /><br />\t9:07 pm<br /><br />\tKatherina sat down at the bar counter and observed the entirety of the Sapph&#039;s turnout. Nothing but a bunch of castaways, all junkies and whores, the whole lot. She didn&#039;t understand what Maxwell saw in this place either. She suspected that he&#039;d been frequenting this establishment for years before they&#039;d ever even met. If that should be the case, then he deserved every square inch of the dilapidated little shithole. Ani, the delightfully headstrong orange-furred tigress sister, approached the calico-bluejay hybrid, asking her what she wanted to drink.<br /><br />\t&quot;Vodka tonic, please, and hold the nasty-ass olive.&quot;<br /><br />\tAni rolled her eyes and nodded affirmatively, getting right to work on the mixed drink. Katherina looked up towards the velvet curtain-covered space, nestled directly above the DJ&#039;s sound booth, wondering what might possibly be behind those curtains, or maybe even who. She felt a profound urge to walk up the rickety old spiral staircase nearby and find out for herself. Maybe there were others up there who&#039;d be willing to share a line or two of powdered ketamine with her? Somehow, she wouldn&#039;t have been too surprised to find Maxwell up there, knotted balls-deep in the ass of some random dog-girl bitch, somebody who simply wasn&#039;t Katherina Manchego. <br /><br />\tSlowly and deliberately, she began to ponder the distinct possibility of meeting him in Sassafras McSapphire&#039;s nightclub on the eve of its tenth anniversary. What an absolute coincidence that would be! She silently brainstormed what she&#039;d say to him if she did happen to luck out and catch his ass dead-on in the act of screwing some other feline-girl, how bad she&#039;d drag him down to her level and make him feel utterly worthless.<br /><br />\t~<br />\t<br />\t9:08 pm<br /><br />\tThe rolling office chair was pushed aside, landing against a nearby wall with a loud hollow thud strong enough to cause the fluorescent bulb within Sable&#039;s DJ booth to flicker out, casting a black-lit glare over the two anthros and lone feral. A knock came from the door, someone asking to put in a song request. Their speech sounded very slurred and stifled. Sable restrained a flurry of lustful moaning breaths and Maile allowed her a chance to catch a breath. Sable asked the outside individual to come back later, for she was still setting up, hoping her whimpering gasps wouldn&#039;t choke her up too severely. The outside individual condemned her for getting a late start, then stumbled away with uncoordinated drunken steps, hiccupping heard loud over the happenstance camaraderie.<br /><br />\t&quot;Y&#039;know, this stupid-ass futon of a couch is extremely uncomfortable. What gives?&quot; Maile asked Sable, then giggled aloud. &quot;Oh! Sorry, you&#039;re a bit preoccupied, aren&#039;t you? My bad... mmmnf, fucking hell yes, don&#039;t stop licking me!&quot;<br /><br />\tMaile buried Sable&#039;s muzzle back into her crotch deeper than before, feeling the illustrious sensation of her robust husky-girl tongue twirling and flipping and spiraling from within her panda-hybrid womanhood while Maile sat at the edge of the filthy Swiss Family Robinson&#039;s rejected couch. From behind Sable&#039;s spread-legged knelt-down body, Samson was heavily involved in thrusting deep into the husky-girl from behind like a good boy, like he&#039;d been trained to do with Maile. He slammed himself against her fast and hard, penetrating her vagina with repetitive thrusting motions, slipping his bulbous knot in and out of her saliva-lubricated vagina freely, smashing his pelvis against her own and gripping hold of her fuzzy hips with loving candor. Sable&#039;s tail was shoved aside and wrapped around Sammy&#039;s waist as she took his large knotted dick like a champ, shrieking and moaning in-between gasping bursts of air and occasional pleasure-induced growls.<br /><br />\t&quot;Y-you...fuckin&#039;bitch...tell him to... slow downomygodfuckmeharderAAAAUGH FUCK YES!!!&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;If you stay good, you&#039;ll be rewarded quite prominently. I can assure you, scout&#039;s honor.&quot; Maile crossed her finger-paws, dragging them across Sable&#039;s muzzle lovingly.<br /><br />\tSable moaned and tried to say something, but found herself unable to break free from Maile&#039;s pussy lips. The panda-demon tasted fucking sensational, beyond anything imaginable. &quot;And if you call me a fucking bitch again,&quot; said Maile with a raspy low voice, &quot;I&#039;ll drag you down to hell and leave you below, abandon you where I came from. Ever been gang-raped by a group of insane homicidal cannibalistic monsters? By the Gods upon high, I know I certainly have. Don&#039;t bring that down upon yourself!&quot; Between the taste of Maile&#039;s ridiculously sweet and savory vagina and Sammy&#039;s intense lovemaking, Sable wouldn&#039;t last for much longer, she knew it for a fact.<br /><br />\tAnd of course, she didn&#039;t.<br /><br />\tAt the very moment of the trio&#039;s shared mutual climax, flames protruded from Maile&#039;s ram-horns and from the tip of her tail, pyres illuminating the black-lit glow, compensating for a busted fluorescent tube. The flickering flames frightened Sable enough to jerk herself back from Maile&#039;s crotch. She lifted Sammy up into the air, still embedded into her pussy and hoisted herself backwards. The dog&#039;s hip collided with the control panel, pressing a few buttons and sliding equalizer tabs out of tune. Sammy barked and bit down upon Sable&#039;s neck as he finally endured his feral animalistic achievement, ejaculating warm, thick, viscous semen ropes into her husky-girl&#039;s swollen puffy heated vagina. Her shrill, high-pitched voice echoed throughout the entire building as she endured a dog-dick-induced orgasm, reaching down between her legs to fondle at her tiny pebble-hard stiff clitoris. Maile chuckled low, very pleased with the outcome. She knelt down and kissed Sable&#039;s cheek, smelling her moisture upon the husky girl&#039;s lips and feeling quite satisfied, indeed.<br /><br />\t&quot;Thank you for bearing his gift of seed, sweet child. You are a blessed soul now, therefore we must-&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;Fuck you, ya crazy bitch-ass freaking... bitch!!! Let me go RIGHT NOW, I&#039;ve got a fucking ten-year anniversary to deejay!&quot; Sable said, trying to wedge Sammy free from her backside, which hurt with his fat knot buried in her husky-girl twat all the way, squirting cum within like a burst fire hydrant. She thought she would either faint or go crazy over how damn good his dick felt, embedded deep within her vaginal orifice.<br /><br />\t&quot;Awww, good boy, Sammy! Good boy! You&#039;ve done so well, putting her in her place!&quot; Maile exclaimed, leaning down to kiss her beloved pet. &quot;All in due time, child. You&#039;ve done well for me and for him. I&#039;m about ready to return the favor in full, don&#039;t you worry a bit about a thing.&quot; Maile said, petting Sammy&#039;s head and kissing his muzzle, still scented heavily with Sable&#039;s vaginal discharge. Maile felt tingly in her belly and inhaled deep, taking in all the scents of heavy sex and potent booze. Sammy returned her kiss with cheek-licks, even while his knot remained tied deep within Sable.<br /><br />\t&quot;We ought to start calling you Slammy instead of Sammy, huh boy?&quot; Maile said, giggling at her own silly joke.<br /><br />\tSable struggled to break free, snarling at Maile with eyes brimming in glorified hatred. &quot;You free me right now or else I&#039;ll-&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;MAXWEEEEEELL?!!?! ARE YOU HERE TONIGHT?!!!&quot;<br /><br />\tMaile and Sable both glanced at each other curiously, then peered outside through the DJ booth&#039;s double-paned-glass window to witness a fairly short, petite young-looking feline-avian hybrid standing upright on the dance floor, calling out Maxwell&#039;s name.<br /><br />\tMaile squinted her eyes shut tight and saw a very curvaceous and gorgeous blue-bay wolfdog girl stroking off a familiar and altogether dashingly handsome German shepherd guy, though he didn&#039;t look quite like Maxwell to her. Still, Maile felt as if she&#039;d seen this presence once before, maybe earlier at some point in time, somewhere in the bowels of Sassafras McSapphire&#039;s nightclub.<br /><br />\tSo he was here all along, then, the fucking shepcoon bastard. That explained the constant slamming noises that came from upstairs. Maile suspected she recognized the elusive figure who&#039;d gone up the spiral steps earlier, before all hell broke loose and sexuality reigned supreme. Of course she recognized him, for she&#039;d seen him guide Maxwell up the stairs located outside Sable&#039;s booth. Maile wondered if he&#039;d heard or seen much through his own telekinetic abilities and realized that she didn&#039;t actually care all that much. Fuck it, let him witness this random act of doggo tomfoolery! Maile knew that Maxwell could choose to tap into her mind any time, yet this time refused to do so, for some reason. Perhaps he&#039;d been preoccupied with whatever - or whoever - he&#039;d discovered upstairs?<br /><br />\tIn any case, Maile Martinez&#039;s full-fledged attention now leaned towards Katherina Manchego, the calico-bluejay hybrid who cheated on Maxwell Blackburnadeaux behind his back with another half-a-dozen fertile studs of various species and size, instead of fostering Sable and Sammy, helping to conceive the perfect anthro-feral hybrid. The panda-girl was extremely curious to see how things would play out between Katherina and Maxwell, two jilted ex-lovers with a bone to pick and a grudge to overcome.<br /><br />\tSuddenly, Maile craved another tequila shot like crazy.<br /><br />END<br /></span>",
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