Takehara's Return

By The Goatman


It was a dull, rainy Friday afternoon, and despite it being just five o'clock in the evening, it was already getting dark.
Masataka Takehara's hooves were clicking on the marble floor as the bull walked across the airport terminal, dressed in his black business suit, his horns neatly polished. He looked very much like an ordinary businessman... except that he was in town to tend to a very special business.

He had no suitcase, nor had he taken a change of clothes with him. He didn't expect to wear clothes very often this long weekend.

While he boarded one of the taxis waiting in a long row outside the airport terminal, he thought back to the last conversation he had with Mr. Jones of the hotel and pulled up his phone, where the last text message read "We'll have a special surprise ready for you". Takehara smiled as he thought back to the wonderfully tight dragon whelpling he snuffed out during his last visit, his hoofnails sliding over the display and typing out the words "Everything as planned. On my way now". Outside,the raindrops pooled on the windows of the taxi, stuck in Friday afternoon traffic.

Some thirty-five minutes later, Takehara arrived outside the hotel. The rain had stopped by then, making way for a dull, overcast evening sky, the streetlights giving the scene a yellowish tint. As the taxi drove off and he was left outside the building, he looked up at the seven-story, unassuming generic business hotel and smirked. "A pretty good ruse," he thought to himself. The building was some blocks away from the downtown business district, garnished with generic foliage, large glass sliding doors, flanked by small corner shops, the same generic coffee shops you could find all over the world, vehicular traffic unassumingly flowing around it. Takehara smiled, by now knowing what secrets this building held in its underground levels, and straightened his tie, stepping through the glass door.

His boss and the accounting department at his firm thought he was going to a meeting with prospective clients. A five-figure amount wasn't out of the ordinary to rent a conference room for a weekend, after all. Only that there were no clients, no conference room and no boring business meetings. The following Monday was a holiday, so he had arranged with Jones that he'd pop in on the Friday afternoon, stay for the weekend and fly out again on Tuesday morning.

When Takehara entered the lobby, he saw the prominent wood-paneled reception desk at the far end of the roughly square room, with unassuming, inoffensive furniture spread throughout the room. To the left were the elevators and stairs, to the right the distant clatter of the restaurant-bar could be heard. There was a queue of about ten people standing at the reception desk waiting to be served, most of them seemed to be weekend travellers, as far as he could tell from seeing their backs and their suitcases. His eyes wandered and he noticed the dingo he met the last time, the bull's gaze briefly meeting the canine's as the dingo flashed a smile at him from behind the reception desk and picked up a telephone inbetween serving guests.

Barely ten minutes later, another familiar face showed up as a large, burly polar bear entered the reception area and gave him a cheery wave from across the lobby. Takehara nodded in return, walking through the lobby area to the side of the desk, his hooves clacking on the shiny floor. He extended a hand and bowed slightly. "Mr. Jones. So we meet again."

Jones smiled back at the bull and returned the hand shake, firmly. "Mister Takehara. A pleasure to have you back at our hotel." He smiled reached over to the other side of the reception desk, where the dingo had just placed two pre-prepared room cards. "All is set up for your business meeting. Let me show you to your room." He motioned to the now familar passageway, and Takehara smiled, noticing the large bulge in Jones' pants, knowing the both of them wouldn't have to keep their businessman facades for much longer. "Of course," he said. "You lead the way, Mr. Jones."

The two men swiftly walked down the hall and through the winding corridors, down the stairs to the hidden underground rooms. Card readers beeped as they made their way through unassuming doors until they entered the area still familiar to Takehara from his last visit. The bull felt his member ache inside his pants, his lust and hunger for a small child nearly unbearable. As the two walked down the corridor toward the bedroom, Jones turned his head and smiled at the bull. "Excited for your weekend, I see..." he said with a grin, the hotel room door unlocking with an unassuming, mechanical beep. "We won't have to hold it in for much longer, and I've made sure to get some fine specimen for the both of us today." The polar bear flashed his fangs as he held the door open for the bull. "Welcome to our humble abode. Feel free to get comfortable."

Takehara nodded at the bear and started pulling off his tie. "That's a good idea, I guess." Both men began stripping down, the bull unfastening his belt while the bear took off his shoes, exposing white paws. Their shirts soon followed, Takehara's smooth and muscular bull chest moving slowly as he breathed, Jones' own polar bear body just as muscular, but less defined on the outside, hidden under longer, pearl white fur.

Takehara proceeded to pull down his dress pants and folded them up neatly, then slipped out of his white briefs. His member had been at half-mast ever since he stepped out of the taxi earlier, but now that he was about to engage in proper business, he felt the aching rape tool between his legs truly wake up from its slumber.

"My," he thought to himself as his cock grew to its full erect size once freed of its cotton containment, "I should have jerked off before I went here... I'm so horny I wonder if I'll even make it to the child without cumming..." His eyes wandered, watching Jones drop his pants and pull down his boxer briefs. Unlike Takehara's, the polar bear's cock had a soft and fuzzy white sheath, the black spire rapidly growing while the bear stripped naked, putting his clothes next to Takehara's. "Oh man, that guy's quite packing," Takehara thought to himself as he watched Jones' black ursine cock swell to a good eight inches. Letting out a low moo, Takehara put his hooved hand on his own nine inches of bull meat and gave himself a squeeze.

They both soon stood naked, with aroused members. Jones gave Takehara a grin, a small droplet of pre glistening on his own cock. "Now, if you would follow me to the main attraction..." He motioned over to a crib that had been placed on a table in the middle of the room.

Takehara grinned. "Sure, that's what we're here for after all, aren't we." The two naked men walked to the table, stood on either side of the crib and Jones pulled back the blanket, revealing two sleeping tiger cubs, no more than three months old.

The big bull's nostrils flared as he exhaled, his cock bobbing in anticipation. "As promised," said Jones with a grin and reached into the crib, picking up one of the striped cubs for himself. "They're identical twins. Feel free to help yourself."

Takehara extended a hooved hand and pulled out the other twin by the scruff, looking at the tiny cat from all sides. He bellowed lowly as he saw the tiger's body, the cub still with its baby fat, a tiny pricklet between the male's legs as the cub started to stir in the bull's hand, awoken from its slumber. "Mmm, fuck, this is the good stuff," growled Takehara as he picked his cub and sat down on the side of the king-size bed, grinding his part of the tiger twins against his chest and his hard, throbbing cock. "I'll split this open in no time."

"Don't worry," said Jones, his cock just as hard as the big bear sat down next to the bull, rubbing the identical twin against his own cock, giving the cub a taste of his salty preseed as he pressed the tiger's face against his tip, a confused mewl coming from the cub's mouth, then a soft, muffled wail as the bear pressed his tiger's face bluntly against his rock hard shaft. "There's plenty more where this came from, and blood stains aren't generally a problem... nngh... down here."

Takehara nodded silently, his mind clouded by the intense sensation of the young tiger's fur grinding against his shaft. The bull grabbed the toddler firmly with both hands and spread the boy's legs, pushing his tip between the cub's asscheeks. While the cub's mewls went into disturbed wails and then outright screeches, the large bull worked his adult cock into the far too tiny hole, drops of blood appearing on his cocktip as he ruined the toddler's sphincter. "Gods... this is a tight one. You've got the best... nff... cubs around," he grunted as he pushed his tip in, holding the screeching toddler with both hands. 

The polar bear grunted himself as he pried his own tiger's jaw open and forced his own shaft into the identical twin's throat, making the cub's neck bulge in an almost comical fashion, forcing his huge schlong into a throat that was way too small for it, just like the bull next to him was trying to bury nine inches of hard cock in his own cub rape toy. The two men looked at each other, gazing over their rapist bodies. "Gosh, he's hot..." they both thought at the same time, unknowingly, as each of them had their way with their respective tiger twin.

Jones' cub was to fall silent first. He probably had snapped the tiger's neck when he had forced his dick down the throat, panting as he withdrew, swirling the cub around and spreading his legs forcefully, the baby tiger's joints dislocating with a crack. "Oh you, don't die on me just yet.." he panted in raw desire, ramming his bloodstained dick against the cub's asscheeks, forcefully demanding his way in. Takehara, meanwhile, had already worked five inches into his own screeching tiger, the toddler coughing up blood as the bull went deeper and deeper. He turned his head and looked at Jones, then put his hand on the bear's chest and gave the other child rapist a firm push.

"Oof! Wh..." grunted the bear as he felt himself fall backwards into the soft cushioned bed, his cock buried halfway inside the dying tiger cub. He let out a surprised moan as the bull, lettin go of his own rape victim for a moment, grabbed the little tiger with both hands and gave him a firm push onto the polar bear's cock, the toddler's spine and jaws cracking as he straightened out and the cock speared right through him, Jones' cocktip bursting out of his muzzle amid a shower of blood and guts.

Takehara then clambered atop the polar bear and grinned at the bear, rubbing his own cocksleeve cub against Jones'. "Let's finish these two off," he bellowed, then placed Jones' hands on his own cub and gave them an encouraging squeeze.

Jones grinned a wicked, depraved grin and responded by squeezing the by now gargling, coughing cub that was being firmly impaled by Takehara's cock and pushed the little tiger toward the bull's groin. Showering his own white fur in fresh blood once more, he could feel the bull's cock burst through the identical twin, sealing the cubs' fates for good as both were already more dead than alive on their rapists' cocks. They both moaned in blissful horniness as they came to orgasm only seconds after, the polar bear painting the bull's chest a pearly white, the bull mooing as he added his spunk to the blood and guts on the bear he was on top of, their lifeless cocksleeves grinding against each other as the twins were united in death.

The bear let out a low groan as he pulled the dead cub off his cock and placed the corpse on the table, cum still draining from the tiger's torn asshole, blood dripping from his mouth. "My, those were nice and tight, weren't they?" he said with a huge, satisfied smile. The bull moaned in pleasure as he gave his cub a final squeeze, the cocksleeve toddler's bones cracking under his firm grip as he pulled the cub off as well, the two men lying in the bed with their bloodstained erections now at halfmast, having blasted their seed through their young victims.

"Actually, I wouldn't mind some company - if you don't mind," Takehara said, his cheeks flushing red. "Maybe second helpings in the morning."

Jones smiled hugely and put his arm around the large bull. "Oh, I certainly won't mind. Technically I'm off duty." He smirked, "Do you want to shower, or..."

Takehara wrapped his own arm around Jones' body and pulled the bear close. "Actually, let's stay like this. We'll make a fresh mess in the morning anyway."

The big bull smiled, reached out and wrapped his arms around the polar bear's upper body, then pulled him close. "I never caught your first name," he whispered into Jones' ear, "your business card just says J. Jones."

The bear rumbled and gave the bull's biceps a rub. "But that's my name. Jay Jones. Just call me Jay, all my friends do." He turned his head and smiled at the large bull, placing a smooth, gentle kiss on his wide nose.

"I see," Takehara rumbled, feeling his stiff cock against the warm ursine buttcheeks, moistened a bit by fresh pre, mixing with the stale cum and dried blood on his member. "My friends call me Take, Jay." He smiled and returned the kiss, holding the bear tight.

Jay reached out with one hand to press a light switch on the bed's headboard. The mood lighting in the room dimmed down to a low red, leaving the two males almost in complete darkness. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with each other here, Take..." he whispered softly, his paw reaching around to give the bovine cock a squeeze. "A lot of fun."

Take tensed and squirted a small drop of pre into Jay's eager paw. This would be an interesting weekend, he thought to himself, closing his eyes and inhaling the musk of his new friend, his wide bovine nostrils flaring as he did so.

Soon thereafter, both men had dozed off, spooning with each other, as the light dimmed further in the underground room. Their two bodies lay between the bedsheets stained with blood and cum, the two mangled toddlers' corpses still on the nearby table. The only sounds that could be heard were the two men's own breath and the subtle hum of the air conditioning.