To say that the zoo had fallen into debauchery as night fell was something of an understatement. The wildest parties couldn’t hope to compare to the gleeful drunken orgy of anthro animals that was unfolding. From blasting music on the stage to setting off the year’s supply of fireworks to mass cheers and adulation, the grounds of the zoo had become a celebration to be remembered.
Gretta and Fred held each other close with tails interlocked as they toured the zoo. Having been chiefly responsible for breaking into the restaurant’s supply of alcohol, they were flanked by the massively drunk and staggering Komodo Dragon lady. She had downed two entire kegs of rum on her own and was hooting and hollering happily at everybody who passed by.
The bonfire was something to be seen. The crocs paused to watch a circle of dancing animals from armadillos to tree frogs and everything in between swaying and singing happily. On benches, on the grass, and even right out in the open on the cobblestone walkways, couples were fucking and drinking everywhere.
“My God,” Fred slurred, almost falling against Gretta, who propped him up with a hysterical laugh. “Lookit all dish shex!”
The croc lady was apparently able to hold her booze quite resiliently, chowing down on a big steak and tearing shards off in her teeth as they walked.
They passed a deer and a big grey wolf eagerly grinding against each other in delight.
“Hey, look!” Tiny pointed, giggling hysterically. “Itsa predator in prey relationship!” She almost fell down laughing at her own joke as another round of fireworks exploded against the night sky.
* * *
Elsewhere, Sister had assembled a sort of council in one of the old meeting rooms. As the party raged on outside, the brightest and most skilled of the transformed animals had gathered to casually discuss their future and toast their success.
Talk turned to the future, to animals outside of the zoo, and to how they would rescue Todd and bring him back.
* * *
At the main gates of the zoo, a tall and rather voluptuous 25 foot tall giraffe woman stood watch over the parking lot. She had refrained from partaking in the ensuing madness as had had much shorter hawk man colleague.
“Do you see the cars coming?” The hawk looked up suddenly.
“Mmm.” The giraffe angled her snout, nodding gently. “It’s the red and blue guys.”
They leaned against the fence patiently and waited.
“Bet the people think we’re being a nuisance.” The hawk crossed his arms, fluttering his feathers as the giraffe giggled. Somewhere, another round of cheers and wild roars of excitement filled the night.
“Do you think?”
The police came back a second time in so few hours with three cars and a big armoured wagon. This time, however, it was way less malicious.
A female sergeant approached the animals at the gate and stared at them in momentary shock and then wonder. She stepped forward carefully and slowly, almost tiptoeing, and together with the other officers behind her they stared up in surprise at the giraffe.
“Good evening, officer.” The giraffe smiled sweetly. “What seems to be the problem?”
“Uh... ma’am.” The sergeant tipped her hat nervously, blushing a little at the giraffe’s clear furry nudity. “Nobody really knows what to do right now, but is there any chance you might be able to keep the noise down? We’ve had some complaints from the city.”
The hawk giggled and threw a thumb behind him. “You try telling that to those guys. They found the alcohol and those coloured explody things. It’s kind of a shit show.”
“Yeahhh.” The giraffe eyed the bonfire in the distance nervously. “You probably don’t wanna go in there. There’s a bunch of drunk and horny animal people right now. You know?”
The cops visibly recoiled at the implication and murmured in either disgust or... curiosity.
“Hey!” The sergeant looked up excitedly. “Can we... take a look around? You know, to, uh, investigate?”
* * *
To everybody’s joint shock, over a dozen uniformed human police officers had been drawn into the madness. The cops were not only sharing drinks with the animals but joining in on the debauchery as the night wore on, with the brunette sergeant finding herself in a particularly pleasant night time picnic with a particularly handsome gentleman fallow deer.
Those humans who didn't have that interest in romance were just as content to shoot the shit with the animals and get to know them. The fireworks eventually ran out and the music being played over the loudspeakers eventually faded.
The night died away to early morning with many of the creatures passed out and many others talking with their human companions well into the daylight.
Except the sergeant. She was half naked, her uniform shirt open and her duty belt wrapped around the deer's impressive antlers as they spooned each other under some blankets.