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Kay looked at the lurid pink neon sign reading "The hole Way" as he walked past. It had a W in front of the "hole", but he'd never actually seen it lit, to the point it must've been intentional. Theweasel had passed that less-than-fine establishment many times before, but each time he couldn't help but wonder what exactly it_was._ Once, he'd stopped for a moment to read a noticeboard outside, which listed a schedule of sorts. Mostly it specified who'd be dancing on any given day, bachelor parties and the like, but the listing for Friday always read "Breeding Frenzy," which really tickled the mustelid's curiosity. It had to be a gay club, since all the dancer names sounded distinctly male. Lance. Rocket. Sir Hunk-a-lot, and that kind of fare, so what was the "breeding" all about? It was interesting to Kay as breeding was a _thing_of his, and he wondered if they had a special straight evening or somesuch, his fantasies quickly going to imagine females in heat, maybe lesbians, seeking to be bred. That thought excited him, of course, being a fairly typical male and not having had much luck finding a mate.

He blamed his slender physique for that. He was curvy and slinky, as expected of a weasel, and that resulted in him primarily getting hit on by gay males. The women seemed to be looking for something more distinctly masculine, never giving him a chance to show just how manly he could be. Maybe one day he'd find the right one. Until then, though, his hormones were still raging, self-evidently so consider he was in his late teens, and he gave somethoughtof going to that club one day just to see what it was all about. If it was all gay, he could just excuse himself. After all, nobody was ever forceful to him. It'd always been as simple as to say he wasn't into other men, and he was left alone.

But then, why would they be talking about breeding?Friday would be tomorrow, and he didn't have anything better planned. It was rainy and icy outside, so even going for a walk wasn't very enjoyable, and he hadn't found any new games to play, being the nerd that he was, so at least it'd be something new. And if he was lucky, maybe he'd finally get to enjoy the wet, warm comforts of a willing female. The idea had his sheath feeling awfully tight, forming a slight bulge even through his jeans. He sighed.

He hadn't been following recent developments in science very closely, being a post-war kit. After the devastation of the last great war, the various nations of earth had finally forged a lasting peace, every country beginning to dismantle their militaries in a synchronized attempt to never let something like that happen again. This, then, had led science in a new, considerably more lewd direction. Conflict and sex were two of the greatest driving forces behind innovation, after all, and with focus drawn away from one, the other would receive all the more attention. A particularly inventive scientist had developed a very particular drug, catering primarily to her own kinks, wasting an enormous amount of herlab's resources and gottenfired as a result, and then she had vengefully publisheddetails on its synthesis in response. This particular pill, known only as heat, would induce less than subtle changes in the male body, causing the development of a hidden womb, in turn allowing them to be impregnated. In addition, it was a powerful aphrodisiac, forcing the imbiber into a state of heat, with predictable consequences.

Heat had instantly become rather popular in gay circles, many bottoms eager to experience its effects, and although it was quickly outlawed, nobody could quite stem the flood originating in basement labs and other less restrictive countries. This led to many males being served spiked drinks in places of less-than-stellar reputation, letting them feel what it was like for women who had to be deal with such things, and that in turn led to a drop in the number of clubs and bars. In short, many cities went from having a bustling nightlife to having none at all, and this came with a corresponding drop in crime rates, particularly for sexual assault, as men were suddenly more often on the receiving end of it, and after an initial attempt to control the situation, governments and law enforcers beganto turn a blind eye to reports of Heat-spiked drinks. After all, from their perspective, it was all statistics; the occasional male getting drugged and subsequently knocked up seemed like an acceptable cost when it came with an overall drop in crime due to most feeling anxious and frightened. Everyone had expected them to take action, but it turned out that they were perfectly willing to let men suffer just as women had in the past.

Kay knew little about any of that. He was vaguely aware of Heat, as a boogeyman drug that existed somewhere in the shadowed corners of society, similar to the reefers and the angel dusts of old, no more than that. Mostly, he was a nerd, which might've been the real explanation for why he couldn't find anyone; he simply didn't go looking. There were too many interesting games to play, too many engaging discussions to be had, but biological urges had a way of sneaking up on you, and for the last few weeks, the weasel had been in a rut. The longer it went on, the harder it was to pass up on even a small chance to maybe, just maybe, get to mate.

When he finally arrived home at his small apartment, he looked up some reviews on the little bar... club, whatever it was. They were generally positive.

"A life-changing experience," one read. "I didn't know how much fun breeding could be!"

Hm. They all seemed rather focused n that particular theme. He wasn't sure if he trusted them.

"went in single, came out double lol ^^" was another. Kay had no idea what that even meant, but it sounded happy. Did he finda mate, perhaps? The thought made his ears perk, at least.

Mostly, the comments were one or two words. "Very cool," or even "nutted". Kay sighed. He _really_preferred thoroughly scouting a place out before actually going there. Virtual maps, reviews, and so on, but it only made sense that the patrons of a presumably seedy establishment like that wouldn't be terribly open about it. He'd have no choice but to visit it in person.

So then, the next night he stood right outside. He hadn't had any idea about what to wear. A suit would be way too much, surely, but he didn't want to appear poor either, although he was, or overly thirsty, which he definitely was. So he put on a something relatively casual. Boxer briefs, a pair of black, clean jeans, and a nondescript dress shirt. It'd have to do.

Even from outside the bar he could hear the music. It sounded like quite the party. Luckily, Kay had come prepared and slipped a pair of plugs into his ears. They wouldn't deafen him, but perhaps prevent him from going deaf. He took a deep breath, put his paw on the door handle, and stepped inside. There was no bouncer, which was a little alarming, but oddly enough, it was rather orderly. Certainly, it had all the hallmarks of a dive bar, with grungy corners, walls of aging wood, and neon signs suggesting that one order a beer. The bar was in one corner with a tired-looking wolf tending it, anda crowd of thirsty beasts gathered in front of it. The rest of the action was around three poles to the side, but a quick glance revealed that all of the strippers were male, and thus of no real interest to Kay.

Not that he was bothered by it. The male form could be aesthetically pleasing, too. It just wasn't what he was here for. Luckily for him, there seemed to be plenty of women as well. A doe by the bar. A wolf by one of the poles. A vixen, seemingly sitting alone, away from the crowd, in a little booth. She seemed bored, lapping at a colourful drink. Kay considered trying his luck. She was very attractive, that much was obvious, with rust-red fur and plentiful curves. Out of his league, probably, but what could it hurt to try?

The scents were overwhelming. Sweat, musk, and arousal mingled with a lemony smell of detergent. Alcohol, of course. Kay felt like he might get drunk just breathing in the fumes. Nobody seemed completely wasted, but everyone was a little buzzed, and it added up, resulting in a pretty heady atmosphere.

Suddenly, the weasel noticed that the vixen had lifted her gaze from her drink and was _looking at him._His heart skipped a beat, feeling as if he was being judged, or perhaps appraised. A smirk lit up her muzzle, and she motioned for him with a subtle nod of her head. Kay found himself trembling with anticipation and anxiety, every fiber of his body telling him to run away. Well, except his neediness, which drove him towards the fox. Like a moth to a flame, some corner of his mind thought, even as he sat down next to her, albeit at a respectable distance that hopefully didn't seem too eager.

"You here for the usual event?" she asked with a predatory curiosity in her eyes, and a slight southern twang in her voice.

"Well, uh..." Kay stammered. "I'm not sure what it is, exactly," he started, feeling like he was verbally navigating through rush hour traffic.

"It's what it says on the tin," the vixen grinned. "We breed."

Kay almost choked on his own saliva at just hearing her say that. "Um, I wouldn't mind doing that with you," he stuttered out. Smooth, fucking smooth, good job, weasel.

She didn't seem put off by it, though. "I don't usually participate," she replied. "But I could, of course, make an exception. How about we get to know each other over some drinks first?"

Was she mocking him or was it a genuine offer? Kay couldn't tell, and despite his mind screaming at him that it must be some kind of trap, the more primitive parts of his consciousness couldn't say no to even the vague chance of getting to mate. The vixen waves to the bartender, who proceeded to ignore all of the other customers for a few moments as he brought a beer to the table. Kay didn't much enjoy beer, but it was free, and declining would've just been impolite, so he began to nurse on it. At least it was surprisingly high quality, rich in hops and flavor.

They talked about this and that. Work, studies, current events. Small talk to break the ice. The vixen's name was Janice. She was a reporter, although not here for that, she was here just for fun, mainly today's event. The bar was a gay one, but those also attracted bisexuals, and she felt more relaxed here when not being constantly hit on, so it was easier for her to chat people up. As they talked, Kay drank one beer, then another, and then a third, and eventually he had a decent buzz going, enjoying the alcohol-induced confidence. The conversation started to feel less forced. To his dismay, he felt his bladder starting to fill up, so the weasel eventually excused himself. Janice gave him a charming grin, saying she'd be right there, waiting for him to return.

The toilets were more along the lines of exactly what you'd expect from a bar like that. Hearing moans from several cubicles, Kay steered clear of them. The smell of sex, semen in particular, hung heavy in the air, and there were several wet, slippery spots on the floor.Thank god I'm wearing shoes. It was dimly lit, too, as if it_encourage_ doing things like that, and even as he drained his bladder in a filthy urinal, he saw a male wolf leave one cubicle with a satisfied, glazed look on his face, adjust his pants, and leave only to be replaced by a dragon in the same one. Surely they didn't have gloryholes here? Well, at least he didn't have to participate in any of that. He finished up, wiping off his cock carefully - he didn't want to be dirty in case the vixen would actually be interested in doing something with him. Still, even if she didn't, at least he felt fairly proud and confident about having caught her attention. Maybe that was enough, at least for a first attempt. Maybe he wasn't hopeless.

He made his way back to where the Vixen was sitting, his beer waiting for him on the table just where he left it, while the vulpine followed him with her eyes. They were quite beautiful, but then again, so were most foxes'. Yellow went well with the slitted, predatory look they all had.

"Welcome back," she said in a sultry tone, as the weasel settled back down.

"Have you ever seen the restroom here?" he inquired, unable to quite resist.

"Yup. It's something, isn't it?" she replied with a smirk. "A lot of males use it. Seems like fun."

Kay wasn't quite sure if she'd actually seen it, given her saying it looked like fun. She didn't seem like the type dirty enough to service one of those holes. The idea was a little less than appealing for him. He glanced at his phone quickly. It was still fairly early in the evening. Samantha noticed this.

"If you think the place is busy now, just wait until later tonight. That's when the actual frenzy happens. Right now, everyone's just having a bit of fun," she smirked.

Kay took a sip of his beer. It tasted a bit weird, probably because it was warming up. It was interesting how usual coldness suppressed so many flavors and heat brought them out. In fact, it tasted better now, with an almost sugary sweetness to it. He took another swig of it. Maybe he did enjoy beer after all, at least the good ones.

He scooted a little closer to the vixen. "So, what are you into?" he asked, feeling particularly brave, like all his inhibitions were being dissolved by the alcohol. It wasn't that strong, surely? Well, he'd had a few by now.

"I like watching," she grinned. "Mating, too, though usually I prefer helping others have fun."

_Like threesomes?_Kay felt himself _throb_in response to that thought, imagining the vixen and another male- err, female with him. He gulped down more beer, hoping it'd maybe calm him down. He couldn't appear too thirsty and desperate, after all. That'd turn all the men off. The women, that is. He shook his head, starting to feel rather warm and fuzzy. It had been a while since he drank anything last, and although he remembered himself being quite able to hold his liquor, he supposed his tolerance for it had gone down.

The vixen reached over to stroke his hair, and Kay found himself pushing against his head against her soft, slender paw. "Might have to call it a night..." he muttered, all but admitting defeat. His stomach was cramping, now. It wasn't quite the feeling of having to go, but he didn't know what else it could be. It felt distant, like something he could, maybe, just ignore.

"Just relax," the vixen murmured as he fell into her lap limply. "I'll take care of you."

He did feel relaxed, whatever Samantha had slipped into his beer making his body feel like jelly, although he thought it was just the effects of having too much beer. Yeah, this was as good a place to sleep as any, he reasoned. It was safe, cozy, and warm. Even the stretching, convulsing feeling in his belly actually felt perfectly okay. What bad things could possibly happen? He closed his eyes and was out like a light.

The vixen, satisfied, ran a paw over the weasel's stomach. He felt hot to the touch, a telltale sign that Heat was reshaping his insides into something more suitable for this bar. She felt a little bad about it, but ultimately, he'd enjoy it anyway. Having experienced it more than a few times, she was quite familiar with how being in heat felt, she knew there was no feeling quite as fulfilling as having it tended to, by one - or ideally several - strong males rutting you. What she was really at The Hole Way for was showing wayward males those pleasures. Well, helping them get into the mindset, anyway, lacking equipment to really satisfy anyone's heat on their own. It was public service, she told herself. Besides, population numbers had dropped since the last great war, and making more males fit for breeding was helping out civilization as a whole.

All those justifications aside, it also turned her on something fierce. She was getting rather soaked, fantasizing about the things she'd introduce the weasel to, but she bit her lip and focused her mind. This wasn't about her, she wasn't selfish enough to hog all the attention.

Instead, she motioned for one the males to carry to sleeping, slowly transforming weasel into one of the back rooms. The muscular bull easily hoisted the much smaller male onto his shoulder and dutifully took him to the back, placing him down on a bed. There, he could sleep peacefully while his insides were slowly reshaped. Kay wasn't aware of any of it, but he was developing a womb, ovaries, everything one needed to be bred, and all connected to his anus. Once complete, there'd be a very real risk of being knocked up if he allowed a male to spill his seed under his tail. He wasn't into that, of course, but few could resist letting it happen anyway when the heat struck, every atom of your body telling you to raise your tail for not just a male, but any male, anything to put out that frustrating itch with their thick, sticky cream.

Some did manage to resist. There were heat blockers, of course. But males rarely knew those even existed, and Samantha had no plans of telling him. She wasn't above a little deception for the greater good. Besides, the blockers just felt like nothing, unlike the natural way of ending a heat, which always left her a panting, blissful mess.

When Kay finally woke up from his drugged stupor, he felt flushed and warm. Hot, even, like he had a fever. He couldn't initially remember where he was, either, and as he opened his eyes he only saw what looked like a dingy motel room. He vaguely remembered Samantha from the night before, and his heart skipped a beat as he thought of what he might've done. He didn't feel hungover though, and he definitely couldn't remember having enough beers to black out, but his mind felt very fuzzy and thinking about anything was hard. His stomach still felt weird, his insides all itchy, and as he took stock of his state, he realized he was also absolutely rock hard, his curved mustelid cock dripping a steady stream of pre onto his belly. The fur there was already absolutely soaked, but oddly enough he didn't really care about taking care of it, like what was really aching for attention was deep inside his core.

The door swung open and the glaring light from outside the room blinded him temporarily. When he could finally see again, he realized it was the vixen.

"How are you feeling, cutie?" she asked

"Weird," he mumbled in response. "Like I had too much to drink. I feel... itchy."

"Oh, I know just the cure for that," she beamed. "Come on, let's get you to the bathrooms."

He helped the weasel up and let him lean on her body to steady himself. He didn't question it. The bathroom made sense, if he happened to need to puke, although he didn't feel nauseous yet. He let Samantha lead him through the club, never really thinking about the fact that he was completely naked. It was absolutely full of people now, some smiling at him as if they knew something he didn't. There was a long queue into the bathrooms, but they all got out of the way as Samantha waved at them. He supposed she must've been a VIP of some sort. If not the owner. That was also a very real possibility. He couldn't help but notice how hungry all the males looked, though - and it was almost all males - many with obvious, visible bulges, and others just smelling like masculine arousal, of cock and virility. For some godforsaken reason, he found that thrilling, which was all the proof he really needed that he'd had way too much alcohol and possibly sustained permanent injuries.

"Might have to go to the hospital," he whimpered at Samantha as she led him into a booth. That same scent was so strong in there that he was afraid he'd faint, with how it made his head swim. He leaned against a wall and realized it was rather wet and sticky. The booth didn't even look like a restroom. There were leather straps hanging from the ceiling, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what they were for, until the vixen fastened one around his right wrist. It wasn't too tight, but short enough that he couldn't leave the booth. And with a clack, she slipped a padlock on it.

"Just enjoy yourself and you'll feel much better at the end of the night," she grinned. "Remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to." And then she left, convinced in her own logic that forcing someone into heat and leaving them here was perfectly alright as long as she didn't force them to do anything. After all, it was all voluntary.

It took almost a full minute for Kay's mind to process what had just happened. He tugged on the strap holding him in place. It didn't make any sense. He heard someone else enter the restroom, and while he considered asking for help, it might be embarrassing to explain his situation, especially considering that he was naked and painfully erect.

"Be patient, boys," Samantha explained to the males outside. "Let him take his time. If you force yourself on him I'm going to deal with you myself," she said, with a menacing grin. Everyone knew what that meant; they'd end up similarly serving one of the stalls, and so they took it to heart. After all, they wouldn't really _need_to use force, anyway. Almost everyone Samantha brought to the club ended up very eager, a combination of their induced heat and the patrons' masculine scents doing the job just fine.

Kay, then, was shocked when he realized that there were holes at about waist height in the stall. He remembered suspecting gloryholes, and it seemed he'd been right, although the thought didn't seem as disgusting now. With his mind still feeling sluggish, he was surprised again when someone entered the stall next to him. He couldn't see much through the hole except grey fur, and he wasn't about to get down on his knees on the wet, sticky floor to look. They might even take it as an invitation if he did.

Not they they needed one. The rustling stopped, and the weasel could only watch with morbid fascination as a half-erect and unmistakably canine cock emerged from the hole on the side he was facing. It was an angry red and already slick with precum, as if its owner had already been pawing at himself for a while. Kay expected his stomach to turn, but instead, he felt his eyes drawn to that masculine member, unwanted wonders about how it'd feel popping into his head. It had such an appealing shape, all the way from the bunched-up sheath at the very base, to the faint hint of a knot-bulge, and the pointy tip with a little drop of his arousal hanging from the very end for a brief moment, before falling onto the already dirty floor. Kay licked his lips, and his instincts told him it was wasted, somehow, that he should take care to not let him spill any more of those precious fluids. He shook his head, unsure of why he was feeling like this.

But it did look alluring as it throbbed, freely offered for him to enjoy. Kay's paw twitched towards it. He could smell it too, the musky, heady scent of an eager male. He'd smelled it on himself, but it hadn't been this arousing, not even close. Without even realizing it, he knelt , the leather strap having just enough give to allow him to, without being too uncomfortable. That brought him to eye level with cock in front of him. The owner couldn't see what he was doing, so he felt safe enough just admiring it. He could see the veins just below the slick, red surface as he leaned closer, taking in that scent and feeling it burn in his nostrils, a spicy kind of musk that made his eyes water. He wasn't gay, he told himself, but why miss an opportunity like this? He was stuck in here anyway, at least for a while.

Maybe he'd just touch it, he figured. It wasn't like it'd blow up in his face on contact. Before he even finished that thought, his paw was already sliding down that wonderful shaft, feeling the intense_heat_ of it. It was a gentle caress, but it still drew an appreciative grunt from the male on the other side of that thin divider, and he throbbed in response. It was the first time he'd gotten to explore another male like this, so it was awkward, and he didn't quite know what to do, not being gay and all, but it felt rather pleasant. Satisfied that it was safe to touch, he let his fingers wrap around the shaft, giving it a little pump, all the way from the tip to the very base. Another dribble of precum oozed from the tip, a clear sign of him being very pent up, probably having been waiting for this opportunity.

To Kay, the whole experience was fascinating. The way the stranger felt both firm and soft at the same time, those very visible throbs in response to his touches, the little noises of pleasure he'd make. So he pumped it a little firmer, scooping up the clear juices at the tip and smearing them across his length. Even as he did, he only felt himself growing more warm, more needy, an insistent nagging demand from the primal regions of his brain to do more than just stroke him. But that'd require him to... ah, screw it, he thought. He let his muzzle fall open, and the male on the other side must've felt his hot breath on his tool, tensing up with anticipation. The weasel's tongue darted out and gave his red doghood a quick, curious lick, just barely letting that pink tongue briefly sweep across it. He tasted tangy, a little salty, and Kay realized he wanted more of it, the flavor seeming to seep into his tastebuds and into his bloodstream. He couldn't understand why he'd not noticed how great cocks smelled and tasted before. It didn't mean he was gay, though. He was just appreciating everything his unknown partner was offering.

The weasel opened his maw fully and let his lips envelop the very tip, and then the whole head. He lapped at it more intently now, suckling as he did. It wasn't long before the male grunted again, and he throbbed, but this time the watery spurt of precum splattered across the weasel's tongue and on the roof of his mouth. It'd looked really hot, but it felt even more erotic, a tangible dopamine rush as he realized he was the cause of it, a weird sense of pride in making him feel so good that he'd leak like that. So he took more of that delicious length into him, letting it slip deeper into the wet, warm maw. He just loved everything about it. How it slid over his lips without any friction, the incredible heat, and when he got as deep as his gag reflex would allow, the very malescent of the dog's crotch, musky and intense, threatening to drive him wild.

He had no idea why he was feeling like this. It worried him, but his attention was too focused on the cock he was all but worshipping for those thoughts to gain any traction. The heat in his belly only grew more intense, a gnawing emptiness building inside him no matter how deeply he forced himself on the dog's cock. He tail hiked itself up as if with a will of its own, his tailhole itching for attention. He'd never been into anal play, but right now, maybe with this beautiful male, it wouldn't hurt to try.

With how pent up the dog was, though, he didn't get the chance. With a sudden, low growl he erupted into Kay's mouth, spurt after spurt of thick, warm, and delicious cream wetly covering his tongue, and instinctively, he swallowed, feeling the slimy mess as it slowly slid down his throat. Some of it spilled out, but the weasel let it drop onto his free paw as he gulped down everything the male was so kindly giving to him, the gloopy and incredibly hot texture of it blanking out any thought but wanting more. Knowing that he was cumming_into his _mouth, a reward for him making the bigger male feel good was intoxicating. He'd never even considered tasting himself, and he regretted it now, if it was this wonderful a feeling to just clean up that lust-caused mess. Oh, it was overwhelming, and the taste lingered even as the spurts dried up into dry contractions and he suckled on his softening partner, eager for the last few drops of his seed. When he withdrew, spent, Kay was sad, but somewhere inside him he realized there'd be more to come.

He looked at his paw, also covered in that endlessly fascinating male essence, a string of it connecting two of his fingers a few globs on his palm. His tongue darted out again before he stopped himself, feeling a strange primal urge to do something else with it. Something more appropriate, beyond just mindlessly gratifying lust. Looking at the potent cream, he felt like it was just the thing that'd soothe the itchiness under his tail, and so that's where his paw wandered, a slimy finger soon rubbing against his pink, puckered tailhole. The sensation was almost electric, and he let out a moan, jamming a finger into himself, smearing that potent seed over his inside walls. It made his whole body convulse with pleasure, but it didn't soothe that infuriating emptiness. No, he needed it pumped deeper, and... more.

Hearing someone else walk into the bathroom, the solution was obvious, his whole body trembling with excitement as he pushed his virgin rear against one of the holes. How humiliating it was didn't even cross his mind, the drug-induced instincts holding him in an iron grip, telling him to allow himself to get bred by any lusty male equipped to do so. Before he could have that, another cock emerged from the hole on the opposite side, and Kay didn't hesitate this time. He bent over, the strap suddenly more like a friend that helped him support himself, and wrapped his lips around it. It was more slender than the previous one, but longer, and rather than a knot it had barbs, little stiff nubs that tickled his tongue. He flicked that tongue over them, and there it was, the happy hrrmph of a needy male being serviced. His heart swelled with pride, and he eagerly swallowed it.

Hearing rustling behind him made his heart skip a beat. There was no way anyone could mistake his invitation. He wondered how it'd feel. Maybe he was gay after all, if it felt this good he couldn't imagine why he'd want to be anything else.

"That's a good little slut, already presenting yourself," a deep voice came from behind the wall. He felt a rough finger prod against his entrance. "Looks like you're ready to get bred. Just gonna need to stretch you out a bit..."

With this words, the male forced a thick digit into his rear. It hurt a little bit, but he was already lubed with someone else's cum, and so it was more of an intense stretching sensation than anything else. It didn't feel like much before he worked it in deeper and hooked it against his prostate, rubbing that sensitive bitch-button inside him. Kay squealed around the cock he was pleasuring with his mouth, wiggling his butt against the invading finger, his own maleness liberally leaking onto the floor. Being a weasel, he was flexible enough to soon accommodate another finger inside him, only making him squirm more, panting, lapping at the feline member in his mouth with passionate abandon, cherishing each drop of precum it fed him.

The two big fingers in his ass withdrew, leaving him feeling empty and slightly gaped. Wait, getting bred? He froze for a moment despite his lust. How would that even-

He felt something much bigger press against his opening. Well, not something, but a stranger's cock. It sent a tingle down his spine to just feel the firmness, the intense heat of that engorged maleness rubbing against his most vulnerable parts more and more insistently. He found himself shaking, nearly overwhelmed with the realization that he was about to let another male mate him, to let him use his body like a bitch in heat. And he wanted it. He could've moved away from the hole, but he didn't. And then the tip popped into him, drawing a gasp from both.

"Ooh, you're so fucking tight," the stranger on the other side of the divider mused. "Just relax. I'll give you just what you want, you just stay like that and I'll have your belly swelling in no time."

That_wasn't possible,_ was it? Imagining it made Kay feel all warm and fuzzy, the thought of himself growing round and heavy with a litter awakening some strange maternal instincts in him. But it wasn't possible, not unless...

Things began to slowly click into place. The sudden sleepiness, the way his insides were cramping earlier, as if they were being moulded into something new. He hadn't had too much booze, he'd been_drugged._ With that thing that turned men into breeding males. His breath caught in his throat, but kept lapping and sucking on the shaft in his muzzle, letting the barbs scrape over his tongue. Would it really be that bad? He tried to rationalize it. It'd shown him a whole world of pleasures he'd never have experienced otherwise. Shown him how much he loved cock. Wouldn't the reasonable thing to do, then, be to let one pump that sticky, virile cargo deep into his belly in the ultimate act of worship? Then he'd feel normal too, once it put out the fire of his heat. His instincts were telling him to let it happen, and so he did.

The cat using his muzzle erupted, his balls tightening as he roared, continuing to rut into his mouth with short and feverish thrusts as he flooded it. The thick feline cream tasted different than the dog had, but Kay nonetheless gurgled happily as it coated his mouth, pooling in his mouth before he swallowing it down in greedy gulps, each heavy throb giving him more to enjoy. It really was more about the texture than anything else, how nice, sticky, and warm it felt, and the rough bucking of the climaxing male as he gave him everything he had. With how much there was, Kay let some drip from his lips, just enjoying how it felt, wanting to be be covered in the stuff, to smell it on himself all the time.

The cock working its way into his rear sank deeper as he kissed that beautiful, barbed, spent one goodbye. With his muzzle now free, he couldn't help but moan out loud. This one was ridged, and each time one of those ridges slipped through his tight yet eager pucker, it sent a surge of pleasure through him that made his knees feel weak. He couldn't even guess at the species of whoever was claiming him, and he loved that, his world reduced to nothing but eager cocks for him to pleasure until they filled him, or covered him, or... knocked him up. It was almost too much to deal with, and Kay reeled, dizzy with euphoria as that itch inside him was finally being scratched. There was a throb, and he knew it'd be precum, but this time deposited inside him.

He rocked himself back against the divider even as a third - or fourth, counting the one at the other end - cock emerged from the hole in front of him and he accepted it in his muzzle without even looking, churring happily.

"Eager for your first litter aren't you?" the voice growled. "Don't worry, I'm gonna pump every drop of my cum into you, and so will ten other guys. You'll be a mother in no time."

"God, I love these new breeder males," whoever was using his mouth grumbled, half in response and half to himself. "So fucking eager."

The ridged cock was totally hilted inside him now. It felt like a baseball bat shoved into his slender body, only much hotter, and more likely to make his belly swell. He groaned as it withdrew, only to slam back and push him forward onto whatever maleness he was sucking, sending the bulbous head deep into his throat in turn. Kay fought his gag reflex and won, just as eager to let himself get used as the males were to use him. With the dividers creaking, he was rocked back and forth between the two males, their growls and his blissful whimpers filling the restroom. This, he felt, was right where he belonged, stuffed full of cock from both ends. It felt so good he didn't even want anything else from life, at least not right then. The vague notion that the night would eventually end made him feel anxious, at least until the cock in his muzzle jumped and washed those worries away with yet another ropey mess of seed. He lost count of how many more he serviced that night, but there was always at least one in his muzzle, and he was happy for that.

Soon enough, the mating had begun to build up to a fever pitch, the divider visibly buckling under the thrusts. Kay himself was close, his prostate hammered mercilessly by the stranger, and his constant dirty talk did nothing to reduce his lusty, euphoric haze.

"Getting pretty close now, breeder. You might already be knocked up, there's little swimmers in the precum too," he'd say, even as Kay was totally losing track of time. "Here it comes, you slut, huff. Just a little more. Good boy," he added soon afterwards, giving a deep growl as the weasel felt him swell even more under his tail, somehow, as it prepared to spray out all the cum the male had stored.

There it was. He felt that heavenly throb, the underside of that ridged member twitching against his sphincter. First, merely a single contraction of those breeding muscles, and then, moments later, a series of rhythmic pumps, followed by a deep, satisfied growl from the male fulfilling his biological duty, pumping that ropey, sticky, thick, and virile mess deep into a fertile, receptive womb. Kay could feel a soothing warmth grow inside him as he did his utmost best to put out that heat with his cum, or at least he thought he could. What he definitely felt was a blissful sense of utter satisfaction, of relaxation, and he sighed around the cock his muzzle. He hadn't cum yet, himself, but he felt no real urgency to do so, not with the relief of having his needs tended to like this setting his body aglow with a very primal kind of sheer_contentedness_.

One he was spent, all of that potent seed deposited deep into Kay's core, he gave a few more thrusts for good measure. "Good boy," he muttered as he slowly withdrew his softening length, "See you around."

Kay tried to clench but being so stretched left him gaping, and feeling the warm cum leak out of his well-used hole and down over his balls, he couldn't help but feel bad about it going to waste, trying to angle his hips upwards so it'd pool inside him instead, while also unwilling to let go of the one in his other hole. With him keeping his ass pressed against the hole, it was only a matter of time before another prospective beast came in and sunk himself into his sloppy rear. Soon enough he stopped worrying about anything spilling, since there was a seemingly endless supply of cocks to keep him stuffed full of of seed.

He lost track at some point, his recollections of his time servicing that wonderful establishment quite blurry, but by the end of if he'd cum so many times from the sheer humping alone that he passed out, his belly bloated and his appetites entirely sated, his inner itch completely drowned in sticky cream doing its best to soothe it.

Samantha let him spend the night in the back rooms, quite satisfied with the results herself, and Kay found himself not even feeling angry despite having been drugged by the vixen earlier. He remained mostly quiet the next morning and made his way home to continue living his regular life with little more than a knowing wink from the deceptive fox, and a suggestive pat on his ass. She knew he'd be back, if not sooner, then later. The effects of Heat were, after all, permanent, and Kay would experience heats like any natural female. Well, when he wasn't already pregnant, at any rate.

The fact that he'd almost certainly been knocked up didn't really register until he woke up nauseous one morning, and even then he could scarcely believe it. It wasn't until he had an undeniable bump in his belly that he finally accepted it, and realized that he actually liked it. Every Friday after that, he'd return to the little club to service those wonderful holes again. It wasn't as if he could get more pregnant. Well, until he could. But what kind of breeder would he be if he didn't let those eager males breed him over and over again? It was his true calling in life, after all, and he loved it.