"Wear this," Anamikii ordered. She was holding up wooden phallus with a tapered tip at one end and a round plug at the other. "But my shift is starting, Miki," the lizard protested, shrinking back to make himself appear small, "I have to work!" "Exactly," the bear cub answered, thrusting the wooden toy forward, "And you have to wear it until I tell you to take it out. Maybe even your whole shift. And don't tell anyone." Lezi shrank back even further. There was no room for discussion with Miki - if she wanted something, she took it. The fact that she warned him about the toy in advance instead of just shoving it under his tail was a courtesy. "B-but-" "Yes," Miki interrupted, "That's where it goes. And if you do exactly as I say, I'll set you up with that hippo girl. I know you've been waiting for her to drop her calf for days." Lezi couldn't argue with that. He had been eyeing her up, thinking about the fat, heavy, steaming-hot calf she was going to deliver. It was an offer he couldn't refuse. He nodded wordlessly, and lifted his tail to the side as the bear cub oiled and then slowly inserted the wooden toy. "Stay still," Miki ordered, twisting the toy back and forth, sliding it gently in and out, easing in a little further each time before slamming the base into the Lezi's slender, smooth-skinned body. Lezi yelped but Miki quickly shushed him, and patted the base of his thick, muscular tail. "All done," she confirmed with a toothy grin, "Now off you go. And remember, don't tell anyone!" Lezi nervously walked away and into what was referred to "the back room" - a large warehouse-like space out of sight behind Rafeek's main sales counter. His job, along with a large handful of other cubs around his age, was to assist the breeders in delivering the "stock", then clean and sort them before bringing them out front for Rafeek to sell. Because the back room was away from the public eye, there was a large amount of freedom in how the staff did their job, as long as the rat got a steady stream of merchandise. This naturally lead to accidents, pranks, and all sorts of experiments. Cubs will be cubs, after all. The back room was already bustling with activity. Breeders lined the outer walls, every species ranging from wiry felines and petite cervines to the most voluptuous of pachyderms, usually restrained with ropes or cuffs to keep them organized without risking harm. There was no privacy to speak of, not even so much as a curtain dividing the labouring mothers-to-be, so that the cub "catchers" could easily see who needed their attention. Lezi had a special gift in that area - instead of seeing as the others did, in shades of light and dark, his reptilian eyes took in shades of heat and cold. Not only was that helpful from a biological perspective, as he didn't have a way to keep warm on his own, but his special sight allowed him to catch a breeder running a fever just by looking at them, and he could tell if any of the products were getting too chilly just by walking by. In the middle of the room was the sorting table, where freshly-delivered products were assessed, examined, organized, cleaned, and, if necessary, resuscitated. He could see Zenibaa, the demure thoroughbred filly, standing between the legs of a supine vark with her hands politely clasped behind her back, partially hidden behind her long, braided mane. The vark was restrained with her hands behind her head and her knees separated by a wooden spreader bar to keep her from kicking. He could see Majhur, the maimed goat kid, over at the sorting table, wiping down a canine cub with his one arm. Across from Mahjur was Miskomin, the other filly, nonchalantly measuring what looked like another canine, possibly from the same litter. He spied Wenona too, the petite hare-girl circling her fingers between the legs of a straight-horned antelope with her head down and her white rump thrust into the air, tail raised. Most of the other breeders seemed to be resting or biding their time, except for a square-jawed lioness reclining against the wall, legs spread wide and head slumped down to her chest. Unlike the rest of the figures who Lezi saw as bright red or orange, the lioness was a darker hue, almost magenta, with hues of purple creeping up along her hands and feet. Lezi ran to the lioness' aid. "Hey," he hissed, flicking his tongue along her forehead and tasting the salty sweat, "What's happening to you?" ". . . tired," The lioness growled in reply, moving her head slightly to one side. Lezi leaned down and pushed his scaled snout between the lioness's thighs and flicked his tongue again, tasting blood. Not good, he thought. "Winnie!" He called from across the room, "We need you over here!" Wenona looked up and Lezi could see her sigh before patting the antelope on the rump and bounding over with startling speed. "Bad start?" she asked, looking up at him. Or at least, lezi assumed she was looking up at him. The small glass lenses she wore over her eyes blocked Lezi's heat-based vision entirely, so he always had to guess where her gaze fell. If she was an untrustworthy sort, Lezi would have felt enormously uncomfortable around her. Fortunately, the bunny and the lizard got along quite well. "Oh, yeah," Wenona grumbled, swiping her finger between the lioness's legs and smearing the blood between her fingers. "Not great. Tell you what, you take care of the antelope on the far side and I'll take over here. Deal? Get moving." "Right away," Lezi answered almost instinctively, careful to keep his tail down as he turned to run and aid the hare's previous charge. The antelope was crouched almost like a frog, with her arms stretched out in front of her. The only restraint was a loose collar around her neck - apparently this breeder didn't require the more severe restraints that some others were forced to endure. Indeed, as Lezi approached, he found her to be quite agreeable. "No more bunny?" she grunted, the heat visibly dripping out from under her tail. Lezi flicked the air with his tongue. The fluid dribbling out from the antelope's birth canal was a mixture of amniotic fluid and natural lubricant - Wenona had been busy! "No more bunny for now," Lezi corrected, "Lizard. How can I help?" "Distract me," the antelope ordered, wriggling her rump back and forth. Lezi didn't need to be told twice. He stepped right up to the antelope's rump and placed both his hands at the base of her tail, pushing down firmly against the bone. The antelope groaned in approval. Lezi took that as a sign to continue, and stepped right up against the antelope's backside, closing his eyes as he felt the wet warmth against his groin and savoured the feeling of scales on wet fur. He pushed his own tight, closed slit against hers and shuffled in place, making the wooden toy grind against the inside of his tailhole. It wasn't long before his slimy, tapered tip began to peek out and brush against the antelope's dripping nethers. The antelope either didn't mind or didn't notice at all, but in her defense she did have other things to worry about. She arched her back and bleated, and Lezi could feel the calf's head pushing against his member. He rolled his hips forward and pushed back, but the antelope's urges were much stronger. In spite of the lizard's bucking, the calf's head surged out against Lezi's lower belly. The antelope was panting, and Lezi could see the hot breath rising from her nostrils. He could also see the heat rising from the partially-born calf, as warm fluid dripped off it like liquid gold. "L-Lezi!" someone called from the far side of the room. He was hesitant to take his eyes off the calf, but when he did he saw Zenibaa struggling with the vark breeder. She had one newborn folded over her arm and it looked like another one was on the way, although through the haze of heat it was hard to tell. "Lezi," she repeated, "Help!" Lezi looked around frantically. Zeni wouldn't have called him unless there was no one else. Wenona was busy with the lioness and her cub, Miskomin was alone at the sorting table, and Mahjur . . . Mahjur had disappeared, likely to help Rafeek with the customers out front. The lizard grunted, not wanting to cut the delivery short, but recognized his responsibility. "Sorry," he grumbled, grabbing the calf by the neck and pulling horizontally. The antelope bleated again as one shoulder slipped out and the calf reached out with a hand, its face already grimacing in a high-pitched wail. Lezi held the newborn close, soaking in its wet warmth, allowing the rising heat to nearly blind him. It was bliss, but he knew it could only be short-lived. He crouched and fumbled for one of the many open umbilical care kits scattered about the room. Holding the calf close with one arm, he tied the throbbing umbilical cord in two places with bits of twine and then cut it, grimacing as the dull blade felt more like it was chewing rather than cutting. That task completed, he hurried to drop the calf off at the sorting table, received a tired huff from Miskomin for his troubles, and rushed to Zeni's side. "Here," Zenibaa insisted over the din of the screaming vark breeder, only half-turning as she thrust a limp, sea-green newborn into his arms before turning to catch a second baby smeared with blood. "She's not breathing and I've got more on the way. "Take her to the table with I deal with the rest." It wasn't an order that left a lot of room for interpretation. The baby in his arms was rubbery and slightly tacky to the touch, but Lezi could feel a healthy warmth radiating off of it. He knew the baby would be fine as long as he dealt with it quickly. He rushed to the table a healthy distance away from Miskomin, and lifted the baby's head before pushing his tongue into its mouth and flicking it around to dislodge any gunk in its throat. He then did the same with her pig-like nostrils, pushing his tongue up through her nasal passages and wincing as he tasted the foul secretions that coated the vark's throat. Usually, that was enough of a violation to make even the most far-gone products cry out in protest. But this little vark was still silent unmoving. At least Lezi knew the problem wasn't her airway. He laid her down on her back and rubbed his claws against her chest, making her limbs jostle before he grabbed her by the ankles and lifted her up to do the same on her back. He rubbed vigorously, his claws even leaving minor scratch marks on the flawless skin. The lizard furrowed his brow, wondering which was better - damaged goods, or expired ones. He was just about to put the baby down when he heard a voice from behind him. "There you are!" Mahjur greeted cheerfully, slapping him on the shoulder. "I was wondering why you and Miki were late today . . ." Lezi froze as Mahjur's hand reached under his tail and found the wooden plug. "Sneaky," the goat grinned, "I wonder what would happen if I did this?" With a swift, fluid motion, he pulled the toy halfway out with a slippery pop. Lezi gasped. "P-put it back," he whispered urgently, "Please, it has to stay in!" "As you wish," Mahjur replied and pushed it back in up to the bulb, but not all the way. Lezi winced. He was still holding the vark by the ankles, too distracted to continue trying to revive it. The goat took advantage of the lizard's distraction and pulled it out again, further this time, before sliding it back in. "Mahj, please," Lezi breathed, looking nervously across the table at Miskomin, who was now wiping the ears of a screaming, kicking caprine kid. "She won't even notice," Mahjur reassured, leaning over Lezi's shoulder to balance himself, "And even if she did, she can't be bothered to tell. But if Hasna found out, oh, I'd be in so much trouble . . . especially if this little greenskin ended up as expired goods. Could you imagine the fuss she'd make?" He kept pushing and pulling the toy in and out as he talked. Lezi was starting to flush with arousal, and he could feel his slimy manhood peeking out from his slit once again. The newborn vark gurgled pathetically, head turned to one side as mucus slowly drained from her nose and mouth, adding another stain to the wooden sorting table. Lezi needed to rouse her fast, but Mahjur was pounding the wooden toy into his tailhole with such force that he couldn't concentrate on anything else. "Take her under the table," Mahjur suggested, "You're clearly too pent-up to focus. Use her to rub one out. It's only a vark, remember!" Lezi looked the baby over. She was on the skinnier side - the lizard could make out her ribs as she gasped for air - and she was nearly bald. Her genitals protruded lewdly from between her legs, with her inner labia protruding further still. Her umbilical cord was still throbbing and messily tied off - it wasn't like Zenibaa to do anything messily, Lezi thought, she must have really been panicking. But Mahjur was right - he needed to get off to clear his head. And if he was vigorous enough, it might just give this little warrior the kick she needed to pull through. So, Lezi did what the goat asked, and discreetly pulled the vark off the table by her ankles, then turned her around the grab her under the arms and rub her against his groin, skin-to-scale. He could feel his slimy member rubbing around her face and her flat chest as Mahjur continued to pound him with the wooden toy. It didn't take long before he hissed out an orgasm under the table, squirting ropes on the ground as he held the runt vark to his chest like a proud father, squeezing hard enough to evoke a pitiful squeal from the newborn. One squeal led to another, and before long, the baby was crying vigorously while Lezi basked in the afterglow. "See?" Mahjur teased, "No one noticed a thing. Right, Misko?" Miskomin looked up, flared her nostrils, and put her head back down to focus on the task at hand. "Exactly," Mahjur replied, walking around to Lezi's side and yanking the now-squealing newborn out of his arms by the ankle. "And speaking of not noticing things, Miki, wanted to see you. She's in one of the private rooms. She said it was important but I figured a few extra minutes couldn't hurt. Off you go!" Lezi stumbled to his feet, his member sagging out of his slit and drooling cum onto the ground. The private rooms were more isolated parts of the warehouse, usually reserved for special clients who paid extra to have a special experience catching their own product. Lezi staggered away from the sorting table, still dazed, feeling the toy rubbing deep in his guts with every step, but before he could get too far he felt a set of familiar, heavy paws push him into one of the rooms and onto the ground. "I was gonna make you wait the whole shift," Animikii began, "buuut we had to speed things along a little." She gestured over to a gargantuan breeder beside her - an anthropomorphic hippo at least as tall as both lezi and Miki combined, and probably twice as wide. She was unrestrained, grabbing a rope for support and squatting over the ground as low as she could, which still left ample room for a small catcher to assist. Almost every part of her body was round and soft - her nose, her buttocks, her heavy breasts - and the round, balloon-like sac of fluid that dangled to and fro between her meaty thighs. Lezi could see the heat rising from her groin, like amber vapor in the air. "I see someone already got to you," Miki continued, pawing at his limp, slimy member, "No matter. We'll have you back up and running in no time. Now get down there." "Down there?" Lezi repeated, unsure. "Down here," the hippo interrupted in a deep, rumbling alto, "I'm not dropping my grade-A calf on the ground, got it?" Lezi nodded eagerly, still in a daze. He lowered himself awkwardly down to all fours and slide on the ground between the hippo's legs, looking up at her enormous belly. She lowered herself down and Lezi hummed with pleasure as he felt not only the warmth but the weight of the breeder on his chest. If she let go of the rope she could have easily crushed him, but the lizard felt strangely safe and secure in such a small space. He reached up to lightly drag his claws across either side of the hippo's midsection, then dared to lift his head up and flick his tongue across her lower belly. "Hey, that tickles," the hippo shivered, and playfully pushed her hips forward to bump him in the nose. "Now I don't want you grabbing nothin', got it? No pullin' or grabbin'. My other calves were all unassisted and this one's gonna be no different!" Obediently, Lezi let his arms fall to his sides, exposing his flat, featureless chest and pale underbelly. He trilled with delight as the massive mother pushed, and he could feel the heat washing over him. He closed his eyes and he could feel her rocking her pelvis back and forth, dragging the leaky amniotic sack across his belly and leaving a glistening trail before the sac broke open and soaked both him and the ground in fluid. Lezi didn't mind - in fact, he could feel his re-lubricated member throbbing to life, and his claws twitched eagerly, wanting nothing more than to grab and pull. But he stayed put, just like he was asked. He wasn't sure how much time had passed. He only knew that having this hippo mother grinding against his belly and groin without being able to move was pure torture. This calf was sure taking its time - or maybe it enjoyed watching him squirm just as much as Miki and its mother did. But a low grunt from the mother indicated that SOMEthing was happening. He could feel movement between the mother's legs and when he looked down, there was something a lot more solid than a bag of waters pushing its way through. Another push, and Lezi recognized it as the nose of a hippo calf, followed by a pair of tiny little ears. The mother continued to rock back and forth, now dragging her baby's head across Lezi's crotch and turgid member, glazing it with amniotic fluid. "Where do you want it?" the hippo asked. Lezi was caught off-guard. He wasn't used to people asking him what he wanted, especially not breeders. "W-what do you mean?" "The calf!" She replied with a grimace, "I have to push, where do you want it to land?" "Uh-" "Now!" she roared, "Uh!" "Too late!" The hippo-woman bellowed and thrust her hips far enough forward that Lezi could have leaned up and kissed the hippo calf on the nose. The shoulders emerged quickly, more fluid leaked out, and then the rest of the calf slid out face-down along Lezi's chest followed by what felt like an ocean of fluid. Lezi gasped. The calf gurgled wetly, and Lezi could feel it moving its legs by his belly. The umbilical cord was thick, almost as wide as two of Lezi's fingers. The lizard was in warm, wet ecstasy. His mouth hung open, and his tongue flopped limply to one side. He could have stayed like this forever, but the hippo's voice dragged him back to reality. "Alright, baby," she ordered, leaning down with one massive hand, "Lets get to work." She rubbed the back of her newborn, sliding it back and forth along Lezi's slippery smooth skin and grinding along his pink, fleshy member. "You came into this world to do some work, and we're not letting this fine young gentleman leave without a happy ending!" It didn't take long for the newborn hippo's wet, steaming body to drive Lezi over the edge again, and he spewed what was left of his seed between them, up along the baby's chest and far enough to reach its chin. "I'll take care of clean-up," Miki offered. Lezi had forgotten she was there. He felt her lift one of the calf's legs and then rubbed his noise as she walked past. "I always figured you had a thing for boys."