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Trust in Friends 2: A Roll of the Dice

Sure enough, after getting tricked by her friend, the otter quickly found herself well and truly pregnant with some stranger’s pups. Kits, maybe. Summer had said he was a fox, but she had only seen him briefly Cidney had never seen his face, or his body, or anything more than his awful yet fantastic cock. And barely even that. She’d only caught the briefest glimpse as it disappeared back through the gloryhole, its duty completed and its owner’s cum stuffed safely inside her. But of course, she refused to consider the fact that she was pregnant for the longest time.

She’d been too dazed to get angry at the vixen for tricking her that night. Then she had awoken feeling better than she could remember feeling for ages, until reality slowly began to set in and she remembered just how she’d ended up like this, with a stranger’s cum still lazily leaking from her rather satisfied pussy. Not only had Summer tricked her, but she had also taken her home instead of to the drug store to buy something to stop what was about to happen with. The betrayal stung. It stung a lot, and by this point, Cidney was angry. Furious, even. But that fury didn’t last for very long.

Things only got worse in the following days as she found herself in a kind of haze. Summer had talked about that too during one of her many speeches about how wonderful being pregnant was, how after being properly inseminated while in heat, she’d just laze around for days on end, only getting up to eat and such, and otherwise simply savoring – or wallowing in – that glowing feeling of satisfaction. And sure, Cidney felt that too. It was wonderful, and it had just the expected effect on her. The same effect it had on all fertile women, really. Namely, it made her too sluggish and comfortable to really do anything about her situation. Being full of cum felt nice, and even after it had finished leaking out of her, bar for whatever was stuck safely in her womb doing its virile work, she couldn’t muster the urge to go to the damn drug store either.

Maybe that had been Summer’s plan all along. She’d been pregnant quite a few times, after all, so she knew how all of this worked and Cidney did not. She’d taken her home and ensured that the “glow” would have time to set in before she could do anything about it, trusting that once it'd started, she wouldn't be able to do anything at all. And she had, regrettably, been right.

Cidney remembered laying there, eyes half closed, so utterly comfortable and happy under the blankets with warm fantasies of motherhood slowly infiltrating her mind as her body did what all freshly-inseminated bodies did. By the time that glow had faded, she still hadn't let herself think about it, letting everything return to normal as she did her job and wrote her stories. She’d avoided the fate that she dreaded, she told herself, and for a good few weeks, she managed to convince herself, too.

And then, predictably, she woke up and immediately rushed to the bathroom to throw up. For a few more days, Cidney had continued repeating to herself that no, there was no chance she was pregnant with a stranger’s pups, that kind of thing didn’t happen to her, the timid little writer who never did anything terribly foolish except perhaps drink too much to fuel her writing. But then she’d started putting on weight, too. Especially around her midsection, despite not eating any more than usual.

And so, she’d finally resigned herself to taking a pregnancy test. It was no great surprise when it came back positive, but at that point it was already far too late to easily abort the pregnancy. And besides, it wasn’t the pup’s fault that she had gotten tricked into conceiving him anyway. Cidney had simply settled into it and accepted her condition. To her very limited credit, at least Summer was there by her side, extremely excited and happy about the otter being pregnant, just as she had planned.

“See, I told you, doesn’t it just feel amazing?” the vixen beamed when she arrived one day with a whole basket full of snacks for all possible cravings. There were pickles, mozzarella sticks, dumplings, a lot of chocolates, and many other treats that, Cidney assumed, the vixen herself liked having when pregnant.

That part wasn’t unwelcome at all, at least. She was still grumpy about what Summer had done, and how could she not be, with her rapidly swelling belly getting in the way more and more? Summer took every moment she could from taking care of her own children to take care of her pregnant friend, though, and with the sheer enthusiasm she had, it was once again hard to remain angry at her for longer than brief bursts.

“I guess it feels kinda good,” Cidney sighed. “I just wish I knew the father. Or like, was in a relationship with him.”

“Where would the fun in that be?” Summer grinned. “And once you’re all done with this one and in heat again, we should both go to that place and get another pair of kids!”

At least there was the option of communal childcare to lessen the burden, but Summer clearly had a bit of an obsession. Cidney supposed that the vixen was kind of a natural-born mother. She loved taking care of kids, and she had a build like a fertility goddess, further enhanced by her many pregnancies, with eye-catchingly wide hips and generous, perfect breasts that the otter presumed produced a lot of milk. Child-rearing seemed to genuinely have become a passion for her, and so it was only natural that she wanted to share it with her “best friend”.

Cidney wasn’t quite sure if she still considered the vixen her best friend_,_ though for the time being she was determined to put up with it. If only so that Summer could help offload the burdens of pregnancy and having to raise the kid, too.

“Another anonymous pregnancy? You’re crazy,” Cidney remembered commenting.

“But it’s so much fun! Come, don’t tell me you weren’t in seventh heaven the first few days afterwards. That’s what sating a heat does, it’s just amazing,” the bubbly vixen replied, and much to her dismay, Cidney couldn’t really argue about it, because she had been.

“Yeah. Stopped me from getting to the pharmacy for Plan B, though,” Cidney replied, trying to not think about how good it all had been. Just as the vixen insisted. Getting bred had been beyond ecstatic, and the next few days after that had perhaps been even better, when she thought about it. In short, she had perfectly understood how Summer had gotten obsessed with reliving those moments again and again.

But then again, she wasn’t Summer.

“Yeah, but if you had, you wouldn’t look so damn sexy and pregnant right now,” the vixen teased, her tail wagging behind her as she started to cook dinner for her friend. She had really been trying to make the whole experience as pleasant as possible for the otter, no doubt so she’d be willing to eventually agree to another anonymous breeding. Cidney had her doubts, of course.

“Would it kill you to at least get to know a man before you let him pump you full of pups?” she sighed.

Summer shrugged playfully. “It wouldn’t be as exciting if you did; you’d know exactly what you’ll get. Besides, a man would just get in the way anyway. They just want to breed us, not raise children. That’s just for us.”

Cidney wanted to argue that point; she knew a lot of good fathers. But she didn’t, instead letting Summer ramble on and on about how nice being pregnant was until it felt almost hypnotic, but thankfully, the dinner was ready by then, filling Cidney’s modest apartment with a wonderful, mouth-watering fragrance of bacon-wrapped steak and homemade mashed potatoes.

And from there on, it continued like that. Every day, Summer took a little time away from her own two kids – leaving them at the communal day care – to visit Cidney and make sure that the otter was as comfortable as she could be with her increasingly heavy belly. And each day, once the otter was alone and writing, she thought about how it had all happened. The damn gloryhole. Some random lucky tod getting to empty his balls into her unprotected pussy.

Something about the whole process was just so reductive. The fact that she really had no say in whether she got pregnant or not. As long as a drop of cum got inside her, it was her body that decided, and she couldn’t do anything about it. Some species could decide if they wanted to get pregnant or not, but as fate would have it, otters weren’t one of them. Neither were foxes, but then, Summer seemed to truly enjoy the whole process.

But it just bothered Cidney something fierce. It bothered her in a way that left her bothered, that is to say, irritatingly wet and needy. It was the vulnerability of it. The fact that all she had to do, as she had unwittingly done that fateful day, was simply let someone slide inside her bare, and then it was all out of her hands. A roll of the dice that she couldn’t influence in any way. The addictive gambler’s high. It didn’t seem to be exactly what Summer found hot about it – she wanted to get pregnant, after all, so for her that was the goal – but for Cidney, the risk was a huge part of why she ended up masturbating to the thought.

And she did so, quite often, throughout her pregnancy thanks to her raging hormones. Every few nights, she’d hold a wand to her clit and fantasize about that night, or even just a similar encounter, where she rolled the dice by spreading her legs and then… well, either she got lucky and didn’t get pregnant despite the huge adrenaline rush of the risk, or she got unlucky and would end up swelling with a stranger’s pups again. The worst part was that she wasn’t sure which outcome was hotter. Was it getting lucky and dodging that most intimate kind of risk, or was it succumbing to it?

It’d be problematic, and Cidney knew that. At least she had a few months of pregnancy left during which nothing worse could happen. Then, after that, she’d have a little while to think clearly before she went into heat again. Until then, she’d have no problem resisting her new fantasies, but eventually she would go into heat, and then all bets were off. Cidney shivered at the thought of it.

Summer certainly wouldn’t be helping her resist, but she had grown to kind of like the vixen again despite her impulsive and “helpful” nature. Being pregnant hadn’t been that bad of an experience, after all, not with Summer constantly helping her through the worst of it.

“Ever thought about raising our kids together?” Summer asked, the next time she came over, out of the blue, as was usually the case with her bringing up any given topic. No tact, only raw enthusiasm.

Cidney nearly choked on her drink, but it gave her a moment to think about replying. “…no, I’ve not really thought about that.”

“I think it’d be cute. Just two girls and their babies,” Summer said with a broad smile.

“I mean, we’re managing just fine like this?” Cidney replied. She wasn’t always the best at picking up on people being interested in her.

Summer shrugged. “Just something to think about if you’re ever interested.”

She didn’t press the issue. Not then, at least.

And time went on like that, with Summer making little advances but never pushing too hard, while Cidney’s belly grew and grew until she could barely move around at all. And then, she gave birth. It was an undramatic affair, an easy birth, and then she was officially a mother just like Summer. Laying in the hospital bed, she didn’t really know how she felt, and that feeling persisted. Not to say that her daughter wasn’t an adorable little ball of brownish-orange fluff, a little too pointy and fuzzy to fully look like an otter, but too streamlined and with too strong of a tail to be fully a fox, either.

Summer was there for that too, in the absence of a father. Maybe she wanted to fill that role, though Cidney couldn’t tell if it was because of her feeling guilty or simply wanting to be together with her. The hospital assumed them to be a lesbian couple, and oddly enough, Cidney didn’t really mind. Better that way, certainly, than them knowing exactly how she’d ended up pregnant. Just the thought made her blush, though thankfully, she almost never blushed visibly with her dark brown fur to hide it.

So, all in all, it wasn’t too bad, and she and Summer grew closer yet, bonding through the experience, with the vixen even happier than she was to take care of the baby. It was just her calling in life, Cidney supposed. Not terribly unusual, some women were born to be mothers. It was more that her method of getting pregnant involved unknown men contributing the bare minimum necessary to make it happen.

Of course, it was also extremely hot, as much as Cidney hated admitting it. But at least she was finally distracted from those thoughts by the little hybrid pup and the general demands of motherhood, and for a good few months it continued like that.

A few months later, Cidney held her half-fox daughter to her chest and leaned back, letting the little bastard nurse from her still milky teats. She sighed, half with happiness and half with frustration. This was it, then. She was stuck with this little fox until she reached adulthood. Ah, it wouldn’t take that long. At least they weren’t humans who had to wait an entire eighteen years for that to happen. Besides, wasn’t it the meaning of life to raise a kid or two anyway? You could at least argue about it, and there was always communal childcare to give her some relief and time alone for when she needed it.

She had absolutely no plans of having another one at that point. The fantasies had thankfully faded along with her hormones, and for a good few months, everything was rather pleasant and easy. She had enough breaks in her job as a writer to take care of the little half-fox. It’d be twice as hard if you had two, sure, but then again, at least the babies could play with each other once they grow up a little, she thought to herself.

No, no, no. No more of those thoughts. She’d done her one incredibly foolish act and now she’d live as she had before, only with a baby. Her mind was set: no matter how badly Summer wanted her to join her for another anonymous risk-taking or outright breeding session, Cidney would refuse. And for the time being, it seemed rather easy to do so. She felt little desire to, and sure enough, everything returned to normal for the longest time.

Well, until one night a few months later, when she felt the first tingles of a new heat.

Fuck you, womb. Fuck you, ovaries. You’d had yours already, Cidney scolded herself, grumbling as she distracted herself with work and childcare. No more. You had your treat. That’s it.

It wasn’t too hard to resist the early stages of heat. Well, it wouldn’t be hard if she didn’t have a breed-crazy friend who still regularly visited her to take care of the baby. And that friend had a sensitive nose that easily picked up on even the mild fragrance of the first days of it.

“You’re going into heat!” Summer exclaimed, apropos nothing at all, as they were hanging out. “We’re almost perfectly in sync!”

She seemed to have such childlike excitement, glee even, for whatever she was planning. Well, for some meaning of whatever. Cidney had a pretty good idea of exactly what the devious, horny vixen had in mind.

“We’re not doing it,” Cidney grumbled.

“Aww, but you liked it,” Summer countered. “Besides, you’ll feel differently in a few days anyway,” she added with a sly grin.

“No, I won’t. Not this time,” Cidney replied. She was finally feeling some of that old anger resurface, and Summer seemed to notice that. For all her mischief, she was very emotionally intelligent, and backed off immediately.

“Hmm. I guess we’ll just be boring together instead,” she grinned.

But as fate would have it, of course she was right. Just a few days later, Cidney was burning up with need, spending more time masturbating than working as all those old fantasies and memories came surging back like a tidal wave.

It had been really hot, and she had really liked it, but gods, she couldn’t give up like that, especially not if it proved Summer right. If she went ahead and did it again it’d basically prove that the vixen had been right about this being her true nature. A slut happy to get anonymously bred. And of course her damned treacherous cunt clenched hard at that thought, hard enough to send shivers of pleasure all the way up her spine and into her head, like a battering ram against the gates of her resistance.

No, we’re not fucking doing this. She had even sent the little pup to childcare until her heat was over, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to accomplish much – which wasn’t an unusual thing for single women in this city – but if she couldn’t manage to take care of her child, she certainly couldn’t manage going to a gloryhole.

But it’d be so, so easy. All you’d have to do is press your wet pussy against that same wall and let someone else take care of everything.

It was like a wrestling match, her conscious mind against her instincts, but this time, Cidney was both determined and prepared. She’d win this, no matter what it took, no matter how easily she could’ve ended this feverish, frustrated, unfulfilled state in just a few hours, together with Summer.

Together with Summer. She kind of liked that idea, and Summer was obviously into it. If they both had another pair of babies, it’d be five total for two women. Her two and Summer’s three It didn’t sound like too much of a burden, not really. But then again, the otter wasn’t really bisexual, was she? Not to mention that then she’d need to visit the gloryholes again with her.

A dangerously appealing idea. As much as she had begun to like Summer again, she was a bad influence, to say the least. Cidney already felt like she wanted to go back, but if she did, she was basically guaranteed to end up like Summer, or worse, addicted to the risk in a way that even the vixen wasn’t. Hell, Cidney already was, and the entire conflict was her fighting the urge to chase that dragon.

Just as she was thinking about it, there was a knock on her door. A few moments later, Summer walked in; she had keys, given how often she visited and how helpful she was.

“Hey girlie,” she greeted the otter playfully. “Enjoying the time off childcare?”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” Cidney sighed. “Just that this heat is only slightly easier to deal with.”

“Well, you know, I happen to know a perfect way to take care of it,” the vixen grinned again. “The whole reason they’re so annoying is because they’re not meant to last.”

“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking,” Cidney grumbled. “The answer is still no.”

There was no conviction in her voice as she spoke those words. None whatsoever, and Summer picked up on it effortlessly.

“Aw, but we’d have a fun afternoon and then we could spend a few days cuddled up together, enjoying the afterglow,” she teased. “With toys, just to make sure we don’t leak too much.”

“Being pregnant once was enough,” the otter replied, in what she hoped was a stern tone. It wasn’t. It sounded more questioning than anything the instant the words left her mouth.

Summer stepped closer to where the otter was lounging on her sofa. “It’s never enough to just do it once, it’s too wonderful. Let me tell you what would happen.”

Ah, here it was. The pitch. Summer’s attempt to tease her into getting knocked up again now that trickery wasn’t an option, undoubtedly at the same place. Really, she should’ve told the vixen to just stop it, but at the same time, she was so horny that she kind of wanted to hear every dirty word.

“All you’d have to do is to pull your pants down and push your ass against a wall. I mean, you could do more but that’s the easiest way,” Summer began, using her softest, most seductive voice in turn.

“Yeah, and then-” Cidney started, but the vixen cut her off with a sensual finger to her lips.

“Then I’d do the same and we’d just watch each other, letting the anticipation build until the boys figure out that we’re available,” she continued. “And we’d probably be all soaking wet.”

They would. Cidney couldn’t really deny that part.

Summer continued her naughty, seductive narration. “Then sooner or later, we’d both feel wonderful, eager cocks prodding trough the wall and into us. And we’d put up no resistance at all. Our pussies wouldn’t either, not with how much they love those sexy cocks.”

Yeah. That was part of what made it so seductive. A big part of why it had become such an obsession for the otter. No matter how much her mind would fight it, her body wouldn’t resist. In fact, it’d help the men by getting so wet that any shaft could slide into her to do its duty.

“And then they’d fuck us. Bare, with both of us probably moaning or maybe kissing as we wait for the inevitable. We’d be feeling their cocks throb and swell, knowing exactly what’s about to happen and how good it’ll feel to let them do what they want.”

It wasn't what would happen that mattered for Cidney. Well, it was partially about feeling the cum inside her, but less the pregnancy and more the risk of it. What their cum inside her might do. Her mind had been running in circles over that ever since it happened the first time, and she kept coming back to it.

“And then they’d cum. We’d feel every moment of it, as we both get filled with a stranger’s sexy, potent seed. That’d be the best part, of course. Just that sexy feeling of being bred,” Summer murmured. “We’d hold ourselves like that until they were done emptying their heavy balls into us.”

“Yeah, and then we’d get pregnant. Probably,” Cidney sighed. That was the reality that kept her from immediately indulging in the pleasures that Summer described once more.

“Maybe. Probably. But before then we’d just enjoy the afterglow, cuddle up together, maybe play with each other a little, order pizza and just spend two or three days in absolute, blissful comfort!” Summer exclaimed.

“And then the _dis_comfort would start,” Cidney pointed out.

“Nah, then we’d look so cute together with our bellies slowly swelling, all that maternal glow, and pampering each other as much as our hearts desire,” Summer countered. “And we could show off just how pregnant we are each time we go out. Proudly.”

“Yeah, I dunno about that part,” the otter remarked.

“See, you say that,” Summer giggled. “But I bet you’re pretty wet just thinking about it. Probably so wet it’s almost unbearable. So, I think your cute little pussy says something else.”

Cidney sighed, rolling her eyes. “Can’t really let our pussies make decisions for us.”

“Hey, men do that all the time, thinking with their cocks. We only do it while in heat. It’s not that bad to indulge sometimes!” the fox replied.

But before Cidney had a chance to say anything else, Summer dropped to her knees and placed a hand against her crotch, kneading that oh-so-sensitive spot through her sweatpants. The unexpected touch made her moan out.

“See how sensitive you are? Nobody can expect us to last like this without taking care of it. You need to listen to your body, and what your body is telling you is you need cock,” she murmured. “I mean, I could eat you out, but it just won’t be the same.”

“Nnf- I- goddammit, Summer,” Cidney complained. “Yes, I want cock, but…”

“But what? You know how goddamn amazing it is to get fucked while in heat. I want it, you want it, they want it, throw caution to the side and live a little,” Summer continued while rubbing her soaked sex through the soft fabric.

She was right. In a perverted, twisted way, she was right. Already, Cidney’s hips were twitching, her aching pussy desperate to be penetrated.

“Fine, but… let’s just… let’s use condoms,” she huffed.

“We can’t do that, then we’ll still be in heat afterwards,” Summer said, with a tsk-tsk sound at the end, as if it was completely obvious. “So come, one more time, we go there, we take that risk, and then we grow up and act like adults.”

“Fine,” Cinder sighed, her resistance finally faltering. “Maybe I’ll just watch you. But I’ll come.”

“Sure you will,” Summer smiled, and grabbed her by the wrist to pull her off her comfortable, warm, and safe couch.

“Are we really sure we want to do this?” Cidney begged Summer as they approached the same bookstore where all of this had begun, only half an hour later. She barely felt ready at all, though she was tingling with excitement at the same time.

“Of course we do!” the vixen beamed. “It’s the whole point of being women. Well, fertile ones anyway! Look, we were born for this. And then we can raise our pups and kits together! It’ll be like our special little thing.”

Our special little thing of getting fucked by complete strangers through gloryholes in a dingy adult bookstore. Real romantic.

But Cidney couldn’t deny how it made her body itch for more. Her heat was in full swing, and she remembered, vividly, how good last time had felt. Maybe if this time didn’t feel as good, she could just get Plan B. Yeah. That was it, she could indulge, right? This time, she’d be prepared for how it felt and taking care of the consequences wouldn’t be a problem at all.

She didn’t tell Summer about that plan. The vixen could, if she wanted, get pregnant. Cidney would just enjoy the moment and coincidentally not end up that way. After all, it was a roll of the dice, and thinking about it like that made her heart beat a little faster.

They stepped inside, where they were greeted by the same old walrus as last time. It took him a moment to recognize the pair.

“Oh, didn’t think I’d see you again-” he started, far too loudly.

“You didn’t, you don’t recognize us, and especially not my shy friend,” Summer reminded him sternly. “We’ve never been here before.”

“-given that I’ve never seen you before, haw, wouldn’t that be weird?” the walrus continued seamlessly, guffawing. “Yep, definitely not seen you before. Just kinda looked like someone I knew once. Not my ex-wife, though. She was nowhere near as hot as you.”

“Yeah, so we’d like another private movie to watch,” Summer spoke. “You know, with space for two this time.”

“Ya,” the walrus laughed. “We got one booth like that. One. Sure wish I’d installed those cameras- no, I’m joking, I run a reputable business here, I ain’t peeking.”

Somehow, even Cidney believed him. The place had a surprisingly spotless reputation, and there had never been any evidence of anyone being filmed, which was a relief. It was just the proprietor’s crude sense of humor.

Together, the vixen and otter walked through the store and into the backrooms, both practically feeling the eyes of the various men loitering around the place. Cidney couldn’t quite tell if they were genuinely looking for movies or books, or simply waiting for their turn at the gloryholes with a sufficiently attractive… well, either man or woman, if she had to guess.

And any of them could easily knock them both up. That was what was so mystifying, so captivating about the whole act, at least to Cidney. It made her whole body feel warm and her pussy wet, knowing that they surely all had balls of potent, dangerous cum, and cocks eager to deliver it deep into her perfectly compatible pussy and womb. And all she had to do was the utterly inadvisable act that Summer was about to do.

Yeah. Maybe she’d just let Summer do it and watch. As much as that’d have been preferable, Cidney could barely keep herself upright with how weak and wobbly her knees were with arousal, so it’d be a struggle.

They closed the door behind themselves. The room looked just like the one Cidney remembered, except bigger, and this one had two ominous holes, one on each opposing wall. There was a smell of sex and musk in the air, though not overbearing. At least it had been cleaned recently; she couldn’t see any stains.

There were a couple of benches, their purpose obvious, and the otter shuddered as she imagined herself pushing one against a wall and then climbing on it to present herself. She could just lay there and enjoy it. No, she wasn’t going to again, this was all just to satisfy Summer. Probably. The vixen wouldn’t really notice anything once she’d gotten fucked hard enough, and even if Cidney did choose to use the holes, she could subtly ask her partner to wear a condom this time. All in all, she was still in control, heat or not. No matter how many studly men were standing around, waiting for their turn. The risk of actually getting pregnant was just too high, no matter how hot it was.

Summer looked at her expectantly, but Cidney was too anxious to do anything at all except wait for her friend to do something first. And so, after a few moments of silence, Summer stepped closer to the otter with a naughty glint in her eyes. Suddenly, her arms were wrapped around Cidney’s waist, and her playfulness, while not gone, took on a far more adult nuance. She leaned in to kiss the otter’s neck.

“You’re always so hot, but you’re even hotter when you’re pregnant. I just can’t wait to be all swollen and with you,” she purred. “God, we’re going to have so much fun together.”

“A-are you sure you can’t just do it alone? I’m not really sure if I–” Cidney asked, but Summer didn’t answer, instead pressing her lips against Cidney’s with a shushing hum.

Cidney had never kissed another woman before. Not that she could remember, at least, and she felt like she would remember it. And yet, she found herself melting into the sudden kiss, even enjoying it, the fox’s warm lips tasting faintly like strawberries and cream, and it left Cidney feeling a little dizzy.

“Just a little something to help you get in the right mood,” she grinned. “We don’t want to spend all night with you nervous and hesitating.”

“W-what is… what was that?” Cidney asked.

“Just laced my lips with a bit of anxiety medication. So now you can relax a little and enjoy it instead of worrying about the consequences,” Summer giggled.

Evidently, the vixen had tricked her again. But as whatever was on her lips was absorbed into the otter’s bloodstream, she suddenly felt a wave of calm. Her shoulders relaxed, having been tensed this whole time, and the whole room felt a little cozier and nicer. Combined with her burning heat, that relaxation was anything but a good thing, as suddenly what they were about to do seemed like it wasn’t a big deal at all, but only in the bad ways. With her anxiety fading, the idea of rolling those dice again seemed even hotter than it had before.

“Don’t worry, you can still do whatever you want, still. It’s not mind control,” Summer added, with an affectionate smile. And then, she pulled off her skirt to reveal an utterly soaked thong of black lace. “I’ll even go first.”

And just like that, she pressed her ass against the wall, her legs spread and pussy aligned perfectly with the little hole in it. “You know, I’d love for us to do this at the same time, but… one after the other will work just as well,” she purred, and then reached back to knock on her side of the little cubicle.

Gods. Cidney could barely believe she was doing it, just like that. Like what she had been tricked into doing. The vixen didn’t ask for a condom or anything, which made perfect sense given her motivation, but it was so deeply fascinating for the otter. It wasn’t terrifying though, not with the slight drug-wrought relaxation that slowly compounded, sapping away all fear and leaving only the thrill of what they were doing.

It felt almost like being in a dream, where nothing could hurt her.

Suddenly, Summer gasped. Cidney watched as her body stiffened and braced against the nearby bench. The look on her face was one of absolute bliss as someone undoubtedly penetrated her. Cidney had to take a closer look. This was probably exactly how she had looked a year or so ago, and so she knelt next to her friend to watch what was happening.

A perfectly black, just about obsidian cock was inside her, spreading her lips wide. Cidney wrote a lot of smut, but she had never really looked at much porn, let alone watched it happen in real life. It looked almost beautiful in a twisted way, how the stranger’s cock glistened with her juices the moment he pulled back just a little bit and then thrust back in, his force making the wall creak. His urethra bulged, and through that, he’d soon be pumping his cum into the vixen. Just like that. Summer moaned with encouragement and then Cidney saw her pussy visibly flex as it clenched around him.

The stranger began to fuck her properly. He whispered something about Summer being a good bitch, how tight she was, how he was going to fill her up, and beyond turning just the vixen on, it turned Cidney on too. Even more than she was already, to the point she really wanted, almost needed, something firm to grind her tingling, dripping pussy against. The hole on the opposite wall, unoccupied – as it would be until she knocked on the wall – felt like it called to her, ready to provide exactly what she needed for an explosive climax, though at a fateful cost.

It only took a few minutes. The stranger wasn’t concerned with her pleasure, after all, only with getting himself off. Cidney bit her hand as she watched his knot press against her friend’s folds, only for Summer to pull away just enough that he couldn’t tie with her. Not that he needed to, because only seconds later Cidney saw his cock swell and then throb.

“Good bitch,” the anonymous man on the other side of the wall groaned, his deep voice sending another shiver through the otter’s body. His shaft pulsed a few times in rapid succession, with him thrusting slowly throughout his orgasm, before growing still. Cidney could hear him breathing, and he sounded so deeply satisfied, holding his cock inside her best friend’s fertile pussy.

A little droplet of white spilled from where they were joined, and on an impulse, Cidney caught it, letting the spilled, warm cum land in her hand rather than the floor. She brought that hand up close to her eyes, utterly transfixed. Whatever drug Summer had put into her system undoubtedly played a role in it, but she was fascinated by the pearly little glob of cum. It looked so unassuming. She’d never really thought of cum in-depth before, but now she couldn’t stop. The fact that it could cause such stupefying, borderline sublime things to happen, how it could change her body permanently – her hips were a little wider after giving birth – but even in the shorter term, the fact that she’d just have to push it into her dripping wet pussy and it could make life grow inside her, make her belly swell just as it had before.

She was breathing rapidly to the point of almost hyperventilating despite the drug. Maybe she could just pretend, for a little. There was almost no risk if she just rubbed it over her clit or something. It wasn’t like she needed to let a cock squirt it deep into her, but she was burning up with need, and so, as the male pulled out of Summer, Cidney caught some of his thick, plentiful cum onto her palm and fingers.

Summer didn’t seem to notice, remaining pressed against the wall while moaning quietly as she waited for the next cock.

What’s the worst thing that could happen?

That was where her mind stopped, the thrill remaining but the anxiety gone, as if she was playing with small bets at a casino rather than with pregnancy as a consequence. With trembling hands, she pulled down the sweatpants she had been wearing, running one of her clean fingers over her soaked lips as Summer got her second cock of the day, thrust deep into her already cum-filled pussy.

Just do it, just rubbing yourself like this is barely even a gamble. Like playing with weighted dice.

Before she could stop herself or think twice about it, that cum-soaked hand was already pressed against her eager, feminine mound, rubbing the stranger’s cum against her folds. A finger smeared it over her stiff little clit. Still no risk, she thought, shivering with delight nonetheless. What she didn’t expect was how she would react; the initial touch only made her crave more. It was as if her body knew exactly what was being rubbed over her most sensitive parts, and it wanted it deeper, her cunt clenching hard against her fingers as a fluttering, warm sensation in her womb signaled what felt like a demand to be inseminated.

There’s barely any risk anyway. You can’t really push it deep enough for anything to happen with just your fingers.

She knew she shouldn’t, but maybe it’d quiet down that even more risky voice of desire telling her to do what Summer was doing and press herself against the opposing wall, and so, with a jolt of pleasure, her fingers curled, pushing a cum-covered finger inside herself. It was immediately electrifying, the touch of potent cum against her inner walls making her push her digits deeper, each inch feeling better than the last as her pussy squeezed on them. The stranger’s cum was inside her now, not deep enough to be a real risk, but it had her heart beating so very rapidly.

And worse yet, it didn’t do anything to satisfy her, only pushing her closer to the damned edge, while she desperately tried to finger herself to orgasm. She needed more, and the stupid cum only made the need worse when it wasn’t delivered where it needed to be to sate her heat!

Fuck it. Might as well. I need it.

She probably wouldn’t get pregnant anyway, and she needed to get off more than she ever had in her entire life. Summer smiled as the otter clumsily got back to her feet, not pulling up her pants again and leaving her glistening pussy bare as she approached the hole on the opposite side of the booth. She moved as if in a trance, completely unable to stop herself as she pushed a bench against the wall and then climbed on top of it.

You already have cum inside you anyway. It’s no big deal, one instinctive, needy, and drug-emboldened voice in her head whispered.

It’s way worse if you get that cum pumped deep into you, another cautioned her.

But with her mind swirling with lust and desire, Cidney regardless pressed herself against the wall, leaving her pussy just level with the hole, easily accessible from the other side, and then, swallowing hard, reached behind herself to quickly knock on the wall.

What am I doing? What on earth am I doing?

She heard someone shuffle into position behind her. The sound of a zipper. She then felt a finger brush over her pussy. A stranger’s finger. Someone she had never even met before. Cidney’s heart was beating so rapidly she felt like it might just burst.

But then she felt the thing she wanted so badly. Something slick, hot, and warm slid over her lips, and she nearly went into convulsions with her heat. She could feel the stranger wasn’t wearing a condom, and while she wanted to ask him to, she choked on the words. She couldn’t ask him, not now, not when her body burned for a bare, unprotected cock. She had to roll those dice, and at the same time, even though Summer didn’t say anything – she only moaned as she took her second load of cum, her entire body trembling – the drug she had inconspicuously given Cidney kept her from being too nervous as the stranger eased the head of his cock between her lips, poised to sink deep into her fertile pussy.

And then it did. It felt amazing, the touch of naked flesh on naked flesh, and she moaned out too, just like Summer, caught by exactly the same instincts. The stranger’s cock pushed deeper, claiming her as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and maybe it was, because what was she if not a bitch in heat?

She had to do this. Had to let him roll those dice for her. She’d be fine. But she was in too deep. She couldn't stop now or she’d never forgive herself for missing out on this pleasure.

“Mmh. Christ, you’re wet,” the man on the other side groaned as he hilted as deep inside Cidney as the thickness of the wall would allow. He didn’t comment on her heat. Maybe he wasn’t a species that could smell it, or maybe he just didn’t care. For him, maybe it was just the most casual fuck, wanting to get his rocks off, entirely unthinking of the sheer mysticality of what pumping every drop of his seed into a fertile woman meant, Cidney thought, and the thought only intensified those tingles of lust and jolts of pleasure as his cock flexed inside her.

There was no sufficient way to describe how good it felt, beyond ecstatic. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure of finally having another cock inside her, slowly fucking its way towards climax. It wasn’t even the fact that it belonged to a stranger who she’d never know beyond their carnal union. Rather, it was her own surrender to her instincts that really made Cidney’s mind swirl. She hadn’t really even been tricked this time, bar for a little chemical encouragement. She had chosen to do this, to let a stranger fuck her without any protection, and she, just like Summer, was going to let him cum inside her too without a word of protest, simply because she wanted the risk, needed it. Needed that feeling of potent liquid heat pumping into her despite knowing exactly what it could do to her.

Summer stared at her, and then leaned in. The two were just close enough that if they wanted to, they could barely reach each other’s lips, and they did. The vixen’s lips against her own felt so soft and amazing as they kissed, both being fucked by strangers at the same time, and the risky high of the entire situation making even Cidney’s lips so sensitive that she moaned at just that electrifying touch.

“He’s gonna cum soon,” Summer moaned. “And then you’ll get pregnant.”

“I m-might not,” Cidney groaned. She didn’t want to think about it, but Summer reminding her of the stakes brought those thoughts to the forefront of her mind again. She wanted to just enjoy the moment and let things happen. Gods, with each thrust, she could hear how wet she was, a wet squelching sound echoing through the room each time he thrust in.

“Oh, you will, and you’re gonna look so beautiful- nngh, I think I’m about to get my third load,” the vixen moaned, pulling away from that almost romantic, if twisted kiss to brace herself as her male fucked her hard enough to shake the wall.

Cidney closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations of getting fucked. Of that anonymous cock plunging her shopping wet pussy again and again, knowing that he would cum any second but choosing to believe that she couldn’t know when it’d happen, so she had no choice but to accept it when it did.

And then he knocked on the wall to warn her. Cidney had heard about that. And it forced her to consciously make a choice to either pull off and finish him with her hands and mouth, which was what she should’ve done, or to lay there, moan, and let him finish deep inside her. Was it really that big of a deal? Her body had betrayed her long ago, but now, buzzing with pleasure, her mind finally seemed to betray her as well, surrendering fully to her heat.

And so, despite the warning, Cidney made her choice. She didn’t pull off that dangerous, swelling cock even as the male thrust all the way into her, so deep that his balls slapped against her clit, heavy with seed and promising to knock her up.

It all happened as if in slow motion. Seconds slowed down, almost to minutes, as she felt the male’s cock finally buck inside her. A satisfied grunt from the other side of a wall. Good bitch, he growled. This was when it happened, right now. Indeed, it was quickly followed by a firm burst of heat inside her, and Cidney reacted immediately to the now familiar sensation of someone seeding her pussy, their thick cum filling every crevice in her fertile depths. She came so hard that her claws punched holes in the bench, and even her voice betrayed her, the otter singing out with pleasure as ecstasy engulfed her entire body like a firestorm beyond measure.

Her pussy clenched and milked the male for dear life, caressing and forcing every last drop of cum out of his balls and into her, planted where it belonged. Her vision was a blur, with sheer joy drowning out everything else as she was bred, once again, by a stranger, and this time, by choice. She couldn’t pretend it was anything else. She had chosen this, she understood, as she dutifully didn’t move, and instead only squirmed throughout her orgasm, letting the male rut his cum into her for as long as he had more to give.

“Wish all girls were sluts like you,” the male chuckled, before pulling out, leaving her still twitching pussy dripping with his bounty. But before she had any chance to react or consider the warm goo oozing from her, someone else entered the stall behind her the instant the first one left, and only seconds later, his cock slid inside her sullied cunt, ready to add its own seed to the mix.

Oh, what harm would another load of cum do, at this point? She was already stuffed full of it, and even a single drop carried the same risk as letting a dozen men fuck her. Aglow with lust, Cidney moaned for him to fuck her, and he did.

By the end of the night, she had taken six in total. Summer had probably taken twice that. Both struggled to even stand, their legs wobbly and soaked in spilled seed. Cidney had expected to feel violated, or at least grossed out, but she felt no such thing. Instead, looking down at her red-raw lips and watching a strand of cum dangling from her fertile hole, she felt sexier than ever, almost proud in a strange way about having received so much seed that she’d grown to view with a kind of twisted reverence for its power.

Of course, she wasn’t thinking clearly at that point anyway, as the drunken high of being fucked while in her deepest heat was beginning to set in. Summer could only barely manage to order a cab home, and the store’s old walrus proprietor grinned knowingly as they stumbled out, clothes doing little to hide their flushed looks betraying what they’d indulged in, just as surely as their swollen bellies would in a few months.

Briefly, Cidney considered asking the driver to stop by a drug store, but decided she was too tired, just wanting to lie down and sleep. She could do it tomorrow. It wouldn’t make a difference, anyway, she thought, leaning affectionately into the equally dazed Summer in the back seat as they headed back home.

Just as one might expect, she ended up never getting any pills to skew the odds at all, finding that post-breeding haze – especially cuddled up with Summer – to be far too blissful to interrupt for anything, bar for ordering food for them both and relaxing while all the cum they’d taken worked its inevitable magic.

But it was fine. At least for those few blissful days, it was all fine. Only happiness existed, and Cidney came to realize that she rather liked the vixen as they lazily kissed each other in bed. Evidently, she felt the same way, almost as if she viewed their gloryhole escapade and the subsequent three-day cuddles as a date.

Of course, they both ended up pregnant in the end. It wasn’t as if Cidney had only rolled the dice once. She had rolled them until she inevitably lost her gamble. She could only sigh with mixed frustration and happiness, though the former was quickly dispelled when Summer crawled under the blankets to eat her out again for the fifth or so time. She seemed almost obsessed with doing it now that Cidney was once again pregnant, as if wanting to make the otter associate pregnancy with nothing but pleasure, just as she did.

The worst part was that it worked.

They ended up as a couple. Not quite a lesbian couple, given that both were still far more attracted to men than each other, but a quite intimate couple nonetheless, and one that was often pregnant, with many children to keep them both busy when not enjoying their heats together. The fact that it had all started with Summer lying about a stranger having a condom on was a story they didn’t tell to any of their kids, of course, but everyone had their little secrets, and in the end, it had turned out that having some trust in your friends was a good thing, after all.