Vegandetta Pt. 01 by themaneloco

Vegandetta Pt. 01 by themaneloco

Explore the erotic world of Vegandetta in this steamy adult sex story. Follow the lustful journey of the characters in this tantalizing series.<br/>
I sighed while seeing the commotion outside of the lion enclosure, right in the middle of the square like area that brought together a number of guided pathways. It was kind of the centre of the zoo, where everything converged, and there were multiple eating facilities and stalls. As a result, most of the visitors were crowded in the area, all standing in shock while watching the performance.

“Are you serious? How did these idiots get by security again?” I threw the rag over my shoulder, before pushing through the crowd of observers. Observers that should have been wandering around as families and enjoying all of the animals and shows, but were instead being distracted by a bunch of childish morons that were closer to monkeys than the primates on display in the chimpanzee section of the zoo.

Three girls were standing holding placards, which they were waving around with intention while yelling out a load of absurd accusations. The loudest one, in both volume and appearance, was a green-haired banshee called Shabby. In some ways, she’d positioned herself as my arch-enemy, as she’d gate-crashed our facility a number of times in the past. Each time, she’d turned up, dressed like a homeless and ranting and raving about how evil the zoo was. Even though she’d eventually been escorted out by security, and on a few occasions, even the police, it would only be a few weeks before she emerged once more with a renewed vigour to disrupt our business. “Say no to animal cruelty,” she bellowed into the megaphone, amplifying the annoying shrill of her voice. “Free the prisoners! Say no to meat! Boycott this evil institution!”

I tutted, as I read through the signs, with all kinds of crap about the animals being mistreated and how we were profiting through exploitation. Shabby’s in particular was particularly galling, which some nonsense about us profiting off of the exploitation of exotic animals. She’d pasted on a poorly cut-out picture of a pangolin, a creature that we didn’t even house at our zoo. “Okay, ladies,” I said in a tired monotone. “You’ve made your point. Could you please show me your tickets?”

“We don’t have any tickets,” Shabby proudly announced in a booming volume through the megaphone. “Do you think we’d actually financially contribute to a torture chamber like this?”

I let out a deep breath of impatience. “Well, if you don’t have any tickets then that means you’re trespassing. Again.” I looked lazily to a few nearby guests, before rolling my eyes. “Just like last time, and the time before that, and the hundreds of times before that.” I pressed the button on the walkie-talkie fastened to my breast pocket. “Hank, could you come over to the lion den, please? We have the same, usual trespassers that require removing from the premises.” I noted that the girl to Shabby’s right, a tattooed behemoth with a buzzcut appeared especially brash and argumentative, and I pressed the button a second time. “Bring the cattle prod, just in case things get leery.” Of course, I wasn’t serious, but if it worked as a deterrent then it was a plus.

“Are you proud of yourself?” Shabby continued over the megaphone. “Working in a place like this? Don’t you think these animals deserve to be in their natural environment?”

“Lady, I don’t want to get into another moral debate with you,” I said. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re doing a good thing here. This is not some city zoo, we’re a private establishment and the animals are in tip-top shape. Do you know how many of my staff you’ve already driven away because of your antics? You’re a like a splinter that I can’t remove.” I wished I had my own megaphone at that point. “It’s bad enough having to struggle on in this economy as it is, but you’re making it way harder than it needs to be. I’ve had four people quit in the past months because you keep turning up and bothering them.” I then pointed at one of the signs they were holding, a particularly gruesome one that had a graphic photograph of a monkey that was being experimented upon. “Especially with you waving that stuff around. You know there’s kids in here, right?” I then stamped my foot. “And it doesn’t even make sense! We don’t experiment on animals here. You should go and protest outside of a pharmaceutical laboratory or something.” I then nodded towards the girl that was clutching a sign with a picture of a steak behind a red cross. “Also, what’s that all about? No one is eating any of the animals in here? You realise lions are carnivores, right? If we don’t feed them meat, they’ll die.” I gestured towards a bunch of kids that were huddled around their teacher. “This place is to educate these kids about animals they couldn’t otherwise encounter.”

Shabby crossed her arms defiantly, her gaze unwavering, as it became evident every single one of my words had gone in one ear and out the other. “Tip-top shape, huh? I’d call this a place of incarceration, not education,” she retorted, her voice dripping with disdain in an obnoxiously loud volume. “You’re so focused on your profits that you’ve lost sight of the ethical dilemma right here on your doorstep. These animals may not be subjected to direct experiments, but their lives are confined, reduced to mere spectacles for human entertainment. That’s morally repugnant!”

One of the other girls with a rather chubby face and dreadlocks swinging over her shoulders, took the opportunity to pipe up and join the green-haired banshee in her chirping. Without her own megaphone, she basically had to stand there and shout, “It’s not about driving people away or messing with your profit game. It’s about these beautiful creatures living their lives behind bars, not vibing with nature like they should. And these signs?” She made sure to twirl the one she was holding. “We’re just trying to shake things up, make folks think about what’s really going on here. Your staff bouncing? Maybe they’re just realizing there’s more to life than clocking in for a zoo gig. Maybe they had a moment of clarity and figured it was time to cleanse their conscious.”

“Plus, my steak sign?” the skin-headed girl piped in with. “It’s a friendly reminder that we’re all connected, man. Animals shouldn’t be on a menu or in a cage. Lions might be carnivores, but they’re not supposed to be entertainers in your private circus, you dig? Time to rethink this whole setup, for real.”

The air seemed to hang tense, caught between the clash of ideals and the rustle of tree leaves as they blew around the cobbled square. Bystanders were standing, trapped in a dilemma of whether they should flee and get away from the awkward confrontation, or fearing that would only single them out for attention.

“When are these people finally going to get it, Shabby?” the steak-sign girl sneered. “It’s like, they only care about themselves. They’re walking around with their eyes and ears closed and they just won’t listen to reason.”

Shabby pursed her lips, before she flicked out a hand and passed judgement upon all of our guests. “You should be ashamed coming here.” She then scowled right at me. “And you should be ashamed for actually working in this place. There are better ways to educate people about the wonders of wildlife without keeping them confined for the sake of profit.” She pointed at me accusingly; the bull-ring style piercing dangling from her nose only irritating me further. “You’re an embarrassment.”

“I’m an embarrassment?” I asked with a scoff, pointing at myself. “There are better ways to make your point without pissing strangers off and ruining their day.” The last of my patience evaporated. I closed my eyes in an extended blink, letting out an exasperated sigh as her shrieks continued to grate at me. The three of them looked like some angry European pop group, especially as the two at her rear bopped up and down, swinging their placards around with a hilarious synchronicity. At the front, the lead singer with the green hair was spitting out lines into the megaphone like she was having some kind of rap battle, and standing opposite, I was her unwilling opponent.

“Set the animals free,” Shabby screeched. “Say no to meat and adopt the vegan lifestyle. Boycott this monstrosity.”

“Why are you all so worked up?” I tried to shout over her bellowing. “Don’t you have anything better to be doing?” I looked around at some of the bemused parents as they were shepherding their children away from the ruckus, obviously as infuriated by the situation as I was. “I’m guessing all of you are unemployed?” I called out. “Otherwise how do you have so much spare time to waste doing this?” I gestured towards Shabby in particular. “Can’t you go and crunch some carrots or something, you vegan simpletons? Instead of crunching all of our brains with your pointless rhetoric.”

“Leave it out,” one agitated father cried out in frustration as he gave a middle-fingered salute right in Shabby’s direction. “This is the only day I have off this week with my kids, and you lot are here ruining it.”

“Well no one forced you to bring them to this prison,” Shabby screamed into the megaphone, easily drowning out his efforts. “Why didn’t you take them to a park or something? Go for a walk and enjoy the local wildlife. Feed the freakin’ ducks or something, bro.”

“Because they wanted to see an elephant,” he yelled back. “Where am I going to find an elephant other than in here?”

“Umm, I don’t know,” Shabby shouted while flicking her hand over her shoulder. “How about Africa? Or India? Or I don’t know, maybe Thailand? Somewhere that is actually proud of these wonderful animals and treasures them? Why don’t you go see them in their natural environment instead of locked up in this shitpit?”

“Yeah, good one,” the father said, and then he grabbed his and ushered them away by the shoulders. As he passed me by, we looked at each other and I rolled my eyes as he shook his head. “As if I can afford to take my kids to Africa,” he said. “I bet she’s living off her parents trust fund, since she has so much free time to waste making all of our lives miserable.”