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Mara and Rocko stared expectantly across at Xander as he finished his confession. The young mutt fidgeted on the couch in the ensuing pause. The buzz of the house party rushed in to fill the gap.

"What are you waiting for?" Rocko, the muscled stallion, leaned forward but kept his arm around his bovine partner.

"I dunno," Xander squirmed more, "How does somebody do that? Just do that and walk away."

"Ya do it and walk away," Rocko repeated, "Breeding is about that moment. It's about the seeding and filling that belly."

The stallion reached down and clasped Mara's swollen stomach. Her face lit with a mixture of pride and lustful need. They met eyes and kissed lewdly while Rocko stroked her baby bump.

"But you didn't walk away," Xander pointed out the banner that read 'Happy 3rd Anniversary'.

"Boy, we've gotten close over the last couple months since you started coming to our kink dinners," Rocko motioned Xander closer, "But you only begun to learn about our...lifestyle. Mara here has been bred exactly 3 times, all by me I must add, and gave us our beautiful foals. What you don't know is that I have bred a total of 8..."

"9, as of last week, babe," Mara corrected with a sly smirk.

"...9 times," Rocko smirked, "9 confirmed pregnancies."

"Woah," the dog nearly choked, "With who?"

"That's not important," Rocko waved off the question, "What is important is that there are females out there who want you to seed them and send them on their way. Some bitches are just so much in heat that they yearn for you to quench their need for a baby. You just got to find them."

"Where would I even find a girl who wants that?"

The couple exchanged a look. Rocko nodded in agreement with some silent message passed between them.

"If you _really_want to be a breeder, give me a few days," Rocko said ominously as he relaxed back into the sofa, "We'll find one for you, Z."

Xander's nervous excitement remained peaked even as the week wore on. In anticipation of the big day, he had refrained from masturbation. If he was going to do this he was going to do it right. However, the wait was becoming unbearable and he felt like he might burst. Each buzz of his phone's messenger app sent him scrambling for it. It wasn't until Friday that his desires were finally answered. His shaggy tail wagged furiously upon recognizing Mara's icon on his screen.

-Found one. Our house. Sunday. 8pm-

Not knowing the protocol for such an event, Xander stood on the doorstep of Rocko's suburban home in as nice of a suit as he owned. He gripped a small bouquet of flowers in his sweat, grey paws. Mara answered the door.

"Oh, aren't you handsome," she declared as she took him in. The cow beamed as she caught sight of the flowers and retrieved them from his grasp, "Are those for me? You are so sweet."

Before he could protest he was ushered into the large living room. Mara bid him to sit before waddling into the kitchen. Xander glanced around at the neatly displayed and unassuming knick-knacks. His hostess returned with the flowers in a vase which she set on the coffee table.

"I bet you're so excited, stud," Mara winked, "Don't worry. Rocko is in the playroom...getting her ready."

Xander glanced pasted the cow toward the long hall beyond and briefly speculated about what could be going on right now. A touch to his chin brought his attention back to the woman standing before him.

"And it's my job to get you ready."

"Ready?" Xander gulped, "What do you mean?"

Mara said nothing further as she lowered to her knees. Her thick fingers glided up the inseam of his trousers and up over his jacket. With a few flicks of her thumbs, his jacket fell open. Xander's breath caught in his throat as she shuffled closer and pressed between his knees. His legs spread wide to accommodate her larger frame. He watched, mesmerized as she undressed him button by button. His collared shirt was eased open, exposing his furred chest underneath. Mara's fingers combed through tufts of white and grey, coaxing a pleasurable sigh out of the mutt's lips. The crotch of Xander's pants ballooned as his arousal spiked. The bovine grinned up at him as she spotted the tent between his legs. She finished with his shirt and unlaced his belt from its coil around his waist. The button and zipper of his trousers were peeled open, relieving some of the pressure on the canine's raging hard-on. Mara mooed softly at the sight of his lifted boxers. Hooking her fingers under the waistband, she shuffled them down along with his pants, letting them fall between his ankles. Mara took the moment to pull of her maternity dress and unsnap her bra, letting the large garment fall to the floor before returning to her spot between his legs. Her hoof wrapped around his throbbing length and began to stroke it slowly and sensually. Xander moaned softly, flexing his red member in her grasp.

"Mmm, Z, you are going to make that woman very happy with this," Mara cupped and massaged his fuzzy sack, "Maybe give her a whole litter too."

Xander opened his mouth to reply in kind but only a groan of pleasure spilled out. Mara leaned down and took his pulsing cock into her muzzle. The inside of her mouth was warm and wet. It enveloped him with ease, causing him to shudder with excitement. Her head rose and fell in a slow rhythm while her large tongue curled about his girth. More groans poured out of Xander's muzzle. He had had sex before and felt confident in his stamina. But Mara's teasing and oral technique was expert. Already he felt a tingling in his groin, signaling his building climax. He whimpered softly and reached for her head, instinctively wanting to cum in her maw. She shook him off after a few more bobs and pulled off his length. Her muzzle was quickly replaced by the warm embrace of Mara's ample bosom. Grasping her milk-laden breasts, Mara began to jerk the canine's cock with her cleavage. Xander let out soft whimpers as the mammaries stroked his twitching cock. The mutt's loins tightened with the oncoming orgasm. His breath came out in quick whining pants. Mara watched his face with great attention, timing her strokes to press him just to the edge. The dog felt the churning and bucked against those massive milk bags. With an experienced deftness, Mara pulled away just as Xander reached the point of climax.

The ache in his crotch was immense as the woman stopped her gyrations. His flood of spunk crashed against the damn of denial. Xander gritted his teeth as the tide rolled back and the pressure eased only slightly. He knew it was still there; ready to burst forth at the slightest touch. Mara grinned at him knowingly as she helped him out of his clothes. Rocko's gruff voice sounded from the backroom to let them know it was time.

"Before you go back," Mara withdrew a mask from a nearby drawer, "Wear this. It's...deniability in case mommy changes her mind and comes looking."

Xander nodded and examined the mask before fitting it to his face. It was mostly black, but decorated in patterned lines of silver glitter and sequins that swirled about the eye slits. Mask in place, Xander took a deep breath and headed down the hall. Mara gave him an encouraging smack on the ass before he was out of reach.

Rocko stood outside the door as if guarding a prisoner. He was scarcely dressed. His chiseled muscles and fur were slicked with a light coat of sweat and musk. The leather pants he wore gave Xander some measure of confidence that the mutt would be the female's first tonight. A pleased smirk spread across Rocko's elongated muzzle as he took notice of Xander's raging erection.

"Looks like you're ready, stud," the stallion placed a hand on the canine's shoulder, "She's ready and waiting. Don't be nervous, though. You won't know who she is and she won't know you. It was all worked out between us before you came. You want this; she wants this."

Xander could only manage a nod as his maw had grown dry. Rocko had placated some of the mutt's anxiety, but that nervous anticipation kept its edge.

Rocko returned the nod and gently knocked on the door, altering the room's occupant. His meaty hoof turned the knob and pushed open the door, admitting Xander into the dimly lit room beyond. It took a moment for the canine's eyes to adjust to the shadowed area. The only light came from a handful of candles. A king sized bed clad in red sheets dominated the right most wall. Drawers and cabinets lined the rest of the room, leaving a large space in the center. It was there that his secret partner waited. The female hung suspended in a sex swing that was anchored to a large hook in the ceiling. Her ankles and wrists were strapped into the swing, holding her spread and exposed.

"She's warmed and wet," Rocko grinned like a proud dad urging his son forward, "Now...go fuck a baby into her."

Xander stepped into the room. The feeling that he had just walked into a scene from an erotic novel registered at the edge of his consciousness. The mutt didn't even hear the door close as he entered a strange, focused trance. All his attention was on the soft, sensual panting of the captive female. As he neared, Xander could see that she was a pure bred husky. Her busy tail and fur were a dead give-away. The icy blue eyes that regarded him from behind her mask only confirmed it. Xander locked eyes with his partner from between her legs. She was not just a captive...she was captivating. The husky had all the right curves; large round breasts that heaved with her bated breath; wide hips that would perfectly cradle their pup; and a plump rear. Strangely, Xander was reminded of his older sister, another pure husky. He may have worried if not for the tattoo of the stars trailing down the female's side. His sister, Leah, always said tattoos ruined the natural beauty of the body and wouldn't be caught dead with one.

Reassured, Xander reached out and ran his paws over the husky's raised legs. Her breath quivered as his fingers passed over her thighs. The mutt, however, was honed in on the real prize. The folds of her pussy seemed to blossom just for him, glistening with her feminine nectar. It made his mouth water, but he had a fantasy to realize. Her puffy slit contracted, seeming to wink at him in response. Xander's nostrils pulled in the thick and sweet scent of her heat. It set his blood aflame and he knew he had to have her.

Grasping his cock in one paw, he tilted it down to the level of her opening. His other paw curled over her hip to hold her steady. The pair locked eyes again in that brief moment before Xander pushed forward. The husky gasped in a sharp intake of breath. His initial entry was slow and careful. Xander felt her velvet tunnel stretch to accommodate his girth. The walls contracted and squeezed him as he eased himself into the female until her lips rested at the top of his semi-formed knot. He gripped her hips and rested against the entrance to her cervix, fighting back the urge to cum immediately. When he felt the tide recede, his thrusts began in earnest. Withdrawing to the very tip, he speared her again. Every pump of his pelvis drew a lustful moan from the shackled husky. His paws clutched her baby cradle tighter as he pistoned hard and fast. The sound of their slapping hips echoed dully in the room and mixed with their moans and grunts.

The pressure in Xander's loins returned with a vengeance as he fucked the female. His sack bounced against her plush ass with each forceful thrust. The swollen bulb at the base of his rod battered against the husky's pussy and caused her to yelp from short bursts of painful stretching.

"Yes!" She hissed in an impassioned whisper, "Fuck me! Breed me!"

Her words turned the rush of his climax into an unstoppable tidal wave. It slammed into the dam of his willpower and shattered it. Xander's body was flooded with unbridled lust and his thrusting became frantic. Digging his fingers into her fur, he drove himself into the female with all of his strength. There was a wet pop as he knotted her in that one hard stroke. The resulting squeal of pained pleasure heralded the hot seed that ejected into the husky. Jets of the mutt's baby batter poured into her convulsing cunny and filled the available space quickly. His potent sperm painted her wet walls and swam feverishly for her womb. Xander's knot ensured not a single drop would be lost to the floor. In his post coital haze, he imagined his spunk washing over and enveloping her fertile eggs.

No words needed to be exchanged. Their labored breathing was enough to express their satisfaction. It took some time for his knot to relax. The husky whined softly when his cock slipped from slit, leaving a string of cum behind. The wing held her hips at an angle that did not allow a drop to escape from between her legs and aided in the impregnation. The couple met eyes one last time in a mutual and silent 'thank you'.

Xander stared at his phone. The message on the test strip in the picture couldn't be clearer: PREGNANT. The freshly minted breeder had pulled up the picture at least ten times since Mara had forwarded it from Xander's mysterious conquest. A little card below the strip read the previous Wednesday's date indicating the husky was three weeks pregnant. It was a deep feeling of satisfaction that Xander rested on now. His sheath twitched and bulged with the excitement. There was a prang of regret that he couldn't watch as his partner progressed and her tummy swelled. He shrugged it away. It was better this way.

"Hey, Xander!" Victoria greeted the mutt excitedly.

"Hey, sis," Xander couldn't help but echo her enthusiasm. His older half-sister worked in the next state over and months went by between their visits. They messaged fairly regularly in between, but rarely about anything serious.

"So, I know you aren't a fan of video chats," she said apologetically, "but I've got some news that I just had to share."

"Oh?" Xander cocked his head, his ears flopping to one side.

"Well...I'm pregnant!" Victoria blurted out.

"Congratz!" the news stunned her brother, "I didn't realize you were seeing someone."

"Thanks!" She beamed, "I'm not, though. I'm totally doing the single mom thing so I...got a donor."

"Great!" Xander chuckled, "Just like you to be your own woman. How far along are you?"

"About six months. You've got to see how big I am," Victoria readjusted the camera, stood and pulled up her top. The sight froze Xander to his seat. The husky's belly was now a substantial baby bump. But what held his terrified attention was the tattoo of stars trailing down his sister's side.