Takehara's Business Trip
By The Goatman

Masataka Takehara was a brute of a bull; the 52-year old bovine stood at a good seven feet to the tip of his horns. Being the regional sales manager for a large electronics concern meant he did a lot of travel in the Western hemisphere. He also had... unique tastes.

Takehara was a pedophile. He had long had a fascination with little children, and while access to resources in his native Japan had been relaively easy for him, he had found it difficult to engage in his activities abroad and hence had gone for years without dumping a load in a kid.

However, being a man of influence and nearly unlimited business expenses, he had found out that there was a special hotel in one of America's big cities that was run by a ring of pedophiles and had a regular supply of new children as well as special rooms set out for needy men like him.

So one day, dressed in his business suit, he approached an unassuming building in the commercial district. He was dressed sharply, his beefy body clad in a pinstripe suit, a yellow tie and white shirt, going shoeless on his cloven hooves. The yellow tie was the special code, as well as the name of a certain Mr Jones, who was apparently one of the higher-ups at the hotel. In fact, he had been assured that all of the core staff at the hotel were actually pedophiles as well.

He looked at the lithe, almost femboy-like receptionist, a young dingo not over the age of twenty, and cleared his throat. "Err.Hello, my name is Takehara, I have booked a room through Mister, uh, Jones."

The dingo looked up and smiled. "Ah yes, hello Mister Takehara. We have been awaiting you. Follow me please." As the dingo got out of his chair, he picked up a heavy-looking keychain and two access cards. "We'll have to use the special elevator."

Takehara nodded, and the large bovine followed the much smaller canine. Using his priority key, the dingo called up the elevator car, and swiping one of the cards he pressed the button for the garage. Takehara scratches his head as the car went on its journey two floors down, the dingo explaining. "You'll have to buzz us in for the way down but you can get back up on your own." He handed the other card to Takehara, the doors opening to an unasuming garage level, walls barren with two steel doors on each side of the lift landing. Holding his card next to the door labeled "Private", the dingo led Takehara down a long hallway and to another door marked with a sign reading "Lift machinery, do not enter".

The door swung open and Takehara raised his eyebrows as the hallway looked like any ordinary hotel hallway, soft carpet under his hooves, but with dimmed red lights. Doors led off to each side, labelled 1 through 5. The dingo stopped in front of door 5 and put his card in front of the reader, the door unlocking with a click.

"Enjoy your stay, Mister Takehara. Your special gift is already waiting for you inside." The dingo smiled and bowed out, Takehara looking after him for a bit before the large metal door fell shut behind him and the bull was left alone in the hallway, still holding the doorknob of his room door. He smiled to himself, feeling his cock swell in his pants in anticipation as he entered the room.

The room was furnished in an utilitarian fashion, with hardwood flooring and soft, ambient lighting. "Easily wipable surfaces..." Takehara thought to himself as he entered. There was a large double bed with conspicuos numbers of D-rings on the bed, a large mirror on the ceiling, and a walk-in toilet and shower area behind a frosted glass wall. In fact, it would have passed for an ordinary hotel room, had it not been in the hidden high-security underground level of the hotel, and were it not for the crib that was set on the table near the wall, the cooing sounds of a baby to be heard in the room.

Takehara let out a soft bellow and closed the door behind him, then slipped out of his suit and carefully folded up his clothes, hanging his suit jacket on the coat hanger next to the full-body mirror. He looked at himself for a moment, his beefy brown-furred body showing his musculature even in the dimmed lighting of the room, and put a hand around his aroused bull cock, stroking himself. He then smiled and stepped toward the crib.

As naked Takehara looked over the crib, he smiled and pulled back the blanket, revealing a little dragon whelpling, no older than six months and with shimmering golden scales. He picked up the little dragon, whose wings had been clipped and horns had been filed down, and throbbed with anticipation, licking his lips. "Hello there cutie," he said, "what's your name? Ahh, I bet you don't even have one yet... either way, you won't need one anymore." His cock dripped clear drops of pre as he took the cooing little whelpling out of the crib and placed him on his back on the edge of the bed, then aimed his needy pedophile meat at the dragon, rubbing over his scaled belly at first before aiming for his hole.


As he pushed his cockhead against the baby's ass, Takehara let out a deep moan, feeling the wonderful tightness of that virgin hole. The dragon's cooing turned into scared wailing, then a high-pitched scream as the bull's cock started to penetrate him.

Grabbing the whelpling's ass and forcing them apart, Takehara reached out with one hand and pushed down on the dragon's face, growling with growing lust. He didn't have to worry about being found out, as the room had special soundproofed walls and no windows, but he wanted to save the best screams for last. Inch after inch of his hard pedophile cock slipped into the dragon's rump and with each inch he spread the kid open more. Soon, blood started to drip from the dragon's ass with each thrust.

After a few minutes of getting himself worked up, he finally let go of the dragon's mouth and the whelpling started to scream in terror and pain immediately. 
The bull's nine-inch cock was at this point sliding in and out of the torn hole, using it as a fucksleeve, the whelpling's sphincter torn and blood mixing with bovine precum as Takehara felt his orgasm approach fast. 

Just before the bull blew his load, he thrust in all the way, the dragon cub screaming in raw terror as the cock bulge of the bovine dick rsping his young body went right up to his chest now.

The bull bellowed out in raw feral lust as he finally came into the dragon whelpling's ass, his seed squirting into the screeching cub's torn hole, making the dragon's belly quickly swell with a sizeable bulge. 
Screams turned to pained whimpers and then to gurgles as the tiny dragon's mouth began to first leak his own blood, then Takehara's hot spunk. 
His own noises ended soon as the doomed kid expired, leaving only the plopping and slapping sounds of his rapist's cock while cum oozed out of his corpse from both ends.

Satisfied, Takehara pulled his dick out of the dead boy's ruined ass, a shower of bovine cum and blood squirting from his victim's rear. He gave the dead dragon's butt one final slap with his hooved hand and then walked off, heading for the room's shower to clean the blood off his dick and wash away the sweat he'd been building up. The dragon's body would be discreetly disposed of after he'd left, this had been part of the service.

The following morning, Takehara emerged from the lift on the ground floor, again dressed in his smart business suit, nothing about him giving even a slightest hint to the antics he had engaged in less than an hour ago. As he approached the reception, a large polar bear dressed equally smart and with a little name tag on his shirt pocket approached him. 

"Ah, you must be Takehara-san! Hello, I am Mr Jones." 

Takehara smiled, "Ah, hello Mr Jones. A pleasure to meet you."

"How was your stay, if I may ask?" the polar bear said. Takehara couldn't help but look at the bear's packed groin, and feel his own freshly cleaned cock stiffen inside his underwear, his own bulge swelling.

"Most excellent, Sir", he replied. "I'll make sure to consider your hotel again on future trips."

"Pleased to hear that, Mr. Takehara," Jones said. By now it was pretty clear the bear had noticed Takehara's bull bulge as his own cock seemed to be firming up inside his pants as well. "I'll make sure to enter you into our frequent customer program then. We strive to keep our customers happy, and I'd be pleased if you joined me personally for an after-hours drink sometime."

Takehara shifted a bit, his hooves scraping on the marble floor of the lobby as his cockbulge grew larger. "Thank you kindly, Jones-san. I will be in town next week. But please excuse me for now, I have other business to attend today."

Jones nodded, absentmindedly giving his own bulge a rub as he checked out what the bull was packing. "Understandable. Here is my business card, in case we need to make further arrangements." He reached into his pocket and presented the card to Takehara with a slight bow. As the bull picked up the card, he noticed the wet stain on the polar bear's pants. 

"Thank you so much, Mr Jones. See you soon!" he said, turned on his heels and walked out of the hotel lobby, smiling to himself as the big glass doors slid open in front of him. He'd definitely return to his special appointment with that nice large bear..