Edmond Shakes

Edmond Shakes is a nice guy, but has one thing on his mind: your scent. You run into this dad of a lion in a run-down park men's room, hoping to interest you in some wet pleasures. CW: Watersports, Musk

Edmond Shakes

Edmond Shakes is a nice guy, but has one thing on his mind: your scent. You run into this dad of a lion in a run-down park men's room, hoping to interest you in some wet pleasures. CW: Watersports, Musk

Laylow park doesn't get that much traffic these days. Ever since the city pulled funding from suburban Green Initiatives, whole weeks can pass without a soul wandering the Lawlow trails. Well, not a soul who's out for fitness, anyway. Laylow park has become a refuge for cruisers, loners, and pervs.

Whatever brought you to the park at this time of afternoon is still a bit of a mystery. Perhaps you just really needed a place to be alone, and these unkept jogging trails were the best place for it. Well, in any case, it's obvious what brought you to the men's room hidden deep in its trees: your aching bladder!

You let yourself in without much thought. There's never anyone here, so your chances of busting in on anything embarrassing (arousing?) are minimal. Well, you've never been one for gambling.

The middle-aged lion stands next to the john, leaning back against the wall. A subtle grin plays across his amber-furred face. "Oh hey," he growls. "I was just about to whip it out..."