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This "Three Word Prompt" commission was written for Stvn0603. Their words were "Public, Flooding, Growth" and the story contains hyper-play in abundance between multiple consenting adults. :3

The Flood

What started the Flood would be a debate that would rage for centuries. Whether it was a genetic mutation within the creature with whom it began, or some outside influence from extra-terrestrials, beings from another dimension, or simply insurgents from another nation trying to sow discord amongst the population. But while there would be competing theories throughout history on what prompted the Flood's commencement, the whole world knew where it began, and they all knew the name and the story of the woman who started it all.

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"Oh my god... ooo-oohhgod, fuck... fuck!"

Jeanie had been a little horny when she woke up. She didn't know if she'd had some naughty dream that she couldn't quite remember or if it was just one of those things that struck her as a good idea at the time, but though she knew that she had to get up and get ready for work pretty soon, the golden retriever couldn't help but reach down under the covers, scoot down her pyjama bottoms to her knees, and place a hand between her thighs to start caressing her pussy. Five minutes later the sheets were bunched up around her legs as she held them up in the air, knees bent and legs spread with her Pjs now hanging off one foot as two fingers hammered violently at her g-spot while her thumb tapped and grazed repeatedly at her aching clit. She shrieked, she yelped as her pussy convulsed in the most intense orgasm that she could ever recall in the moment; not just those born of masturbation but of any sexual experience she had shared in her twenty nine years. Her eyes bulged and a deep, guttural groan escaped her as she felt a hot torrent of fluids spraying out over her still violently working paw, and her body bucked, toes curling and tail thumping against the bedding as though it wasn't normally something she found herself doing even during her most intense climaxes, the retriever began to squirt hard.

"O-oh, shit... that was... holy fuck..."

Half a minute of ecstasy later she lay flat on her bed, face burning hot beneath her fur and a helplessly giddy grin spread over her muzzle. She let herself catch her breath and indulge in the pleasant tingling of her body's afterglow for a brief while longer, but eventually Jeanie knew that she had to get up, shower and get ready for work. She pulled back the bedding still wrapped around her legs, and her already glowing face burned crimson as she saw the huge wet patch on the mattress cover. The dog shuddered at the very sight of it, and found herself surprised by just how turned on she was at the idea that she had done that. Still, though it was quite the flood by her standards she knew it would dry off in a couple of hours, and she was meant to be changing the sheets this weekend anyway. Thus she pulled herself out of bed without another thought, and giggled to herself as she took one last look at the results of her squirting climax before beginning to unbutton her pyjama shirt while wandering towards the bathroom.

As Jeanie stood in the shower though, running her hands over her thighs to wash out any lingering scent of her abundantly produced sexual fluids, she found her mind repeatedly drawn back to her last orgasm. She felt her breathing quicken, and as she idly ran her hands over the rest of her body to rinse herself down the retriever grunted in surprise at how sensitive her nipples were to even the slightest stimulation.

"Horny mutt..."

She teased herself playfully, rolling her eyes as it crossed her mind that she could have easily masturbated again in that moment, had she the time to do so. Realistically speaking though she knew that she didn't, and thus Jeanie reached up and detached the shower-head so she could give herself one last going over before stepping out, drying off and beginning her day in earnest.

The warm water's well pressurised flow washed pleasantly over her fur and the skin beneath it. It cleansed her. It soothed her. Ever so briefly, promising herself it was just for cleaning purposes Jeanie spread her legs and placed the shower-head between them, directing its flow towards her still flushed and sensitive nether regions.

Her eyes bulged.

Her body shook like a leaf as a strangled, bliss-stricken cry escaped her muzzle.

Barely three minutes later Jeanie lay on the shower floor with the shower-head spraying a tight, focused jet of water directly at her clit as her free hand held her pussy lips wide apart. She screamed, she howled and shrieked as her pussy began to spasm and squeeze, and pleasure like nothing Jeanie had ever known before, far beyond even her most recent orgasm, washed over her in crashing waves as for more than a solid minute she listened the the loud drumming of liquid against glass as her pussy squirted with such violent force that it arced forth from between her furiously flailing, kicking legs and pounded in a constant, unbroken spray against the glass wall of the shower across from where she was lying.

After that, Jeanie knew that something was different. Not wrong. Nothing that felt so impossibly good could be wrong in the dog's mind. But, something new and glorious was happening to her, and she couldn't, nor did she wish to try and stop it. Looking down at her pussy, she could see that it was flushed and swollen. It looked plumper than before, and her rosy clitoris almost seemed bigger than she was used to.

In the immediate wake of that second orgasm and a little time admiring her puffy, gorgeous nether regions, she told herself that she was done. That she was spent.

That lie lasted all of five minutes before she found herself kneeling beside her bedroom dresser with a towel draped around her damp torso, feverishly bouncing up and down on the shaft of the hairbrush that had caught her eye as she dried off. She came hard and left a glistening puddle a good half metre in diameter soaked into the fabric of the bedroom carpet, but this time she couldn't bring herself to stop. The smooth shaft of the hairbrush in her ever more sensitive and swollen pussy was a revelation, and Jeanie promised herself that if she indulged herself now, she'd be good later.

Staggering, stumbling through the house with the hairbrush still buried inside her and her hand constantly working its shaft within her dripping depths, Jeanie wailed and made an even bigger puddle on the kitchen's vinyl as she shakily poured herself a glass of juice to help her re-hydrate. She knelt half way up the stairs soon after as she told herself it was time to go and get dressed for work, both hands working the makeshift toy into herself at breakneck speed as a veritable waterfall sprayed down the stairwell behind her. Once she made it upstairs and actually forced herself to set her hairbrush aside though, leaving it dripping down the side of the dresser from which she had originally picked it up, the labrador felt her mind and body betraying her. She got dressed... mostly, but omitted underwear beneath the skirt she had opted to wear to work instead of her usual slacks.

"J-just one more... one or two more, o-on the way..."

Jeanie murmured to herself as she slipped her panties into her purse and draped a towel over one shoulder. Even as she walked back down the stairs towards the front door, grabbing her jacket and ensuring she had her car keys, she could already feel the wetness trickling down her legs. She could already feel her body burning, aching over the impending promise of what she knew she was going to do to herself once she slipped into her car.

The golden retriever never made it that far though. As soon as she stepped outside, as soon as she felt the warm sunlight on her face and her legs, a keening whine of pure lust escaped her. Seconds later she was on her knees on the grass of her suburban home's front yard, and she was screaming, howling at the top of her lungs for the entire quiet, mundane middle class neighbourhood to hear as she reached between her legs and pressed a finger and thumb either side of her now easily two inch long, thick, rounded clitoris; masturbating the hyper-sensitive nub like a miniature cock. She bunched up the front of her skirt not just for easier access, but so as other bodies emerged from their homes to try and figure out what the strange sound was, they could see her. Watch her in all her glory.

Watch as she masturbated.

Watch as she climaxed.

Watch as with a guttural scream she collapsed onto her back, and while still masturbating her clitoris as forcefully and relentlessly as her fingers knew how lifted her hips off the ground to not just cum, not just squirt, but unleash a truly volatile and abundant flood of ejaculate that gushed out beyond the limits of her garden and into the road beyond.

It was only a matter of time before someone came over to help. A guy, Phillip something from two doors down on the other side of the street. The otter seemed genuinely well meaning, though even as he approached Jeanie could see the tent in his dressing gown. All it took was for her to turn the angle of her body, to face her lower half towards him, and her neighbour cried out in embarrassment and helpless excitement all rolled into one, looking back over his shoulder towards his home where his wife was standing on the doorstep, trying to show her that he hadn't intended for this to happen. Mere seconds later though, any worries or bashfulness that Phillip might once have had melted away as Jeanie's ejaculate made contact with his bare flesh. He stumbled. Gasped. Tumbled to his hands and knees on the grass just metres away from Jeanie, and even as he peeled off his dressing gown to reveal a somewhat plump figure dressed in just a tented pair of boxer shorts, he began to feverishly crawl towards the still screaming, squirting woman as her juices continued to gush out and now hose down the entirety of his face and upper body.

Jeanie screamed, and so did Phillip's wife as the otter tugged down his underwear, scrambled astride the retriever, and sank his cock hungrily, thoughtlessly into her swollen, still freely flowing pussy.

"_ Yes!! _"

If before had been the greatest and most potent pleasure of Jeanie's life, now was all of that a thousand times over, and more. This was it. This was what her body had been waiting for. Such rapture as this was not meant to be shared alone, and the growth, the swelling of her engorged pussy and throbbing, enlarged clitoris that had progressed slowly and gradually with each orgasm began to increase exponentially as at last she felt another body against hers.

Phillip's mind went blank as mere seconds after he pressed himself into the retriever, he climaxed. He should have been ashamed, mortified not just by the fact he was fucking one of his neighbours in front of his wife and half the rest of the street, but by the fact he'd cum so shamefully fast. As Jeanie's juices soaked him however and he felt her pussy swelling, growing now rapidly, visibly and tangibly around him, the otter felt too good to consider any of that. He just lay over her and pounded her as hard and fast as he could while his cock poured forth volumes of cum way, way beyond its normal capacity, and as their combined juices puddled and pooled around them in a rapidly expanding lake upon the lush green grass, the otter felt his own cock and his tender balls beginning to grow to match and keep on filling Jeanie's needy depths.

"Phillip! What the hell do you think you're d-... -o-ooohhhhgod!"

Leanne shrieked in shame and fury as she watched her husband starting to fuck their neighbour, but as she raced across the street in her own nightgown, one of her bare footpaws splashed through one of the puddles of ejaculate left by Jeanie's initial torrential release across the road. She barely made it to the other side of the street after that, and rather than continuing to race towards Jeanie and her husband the rabbit staggered over to a tree rising up from the lawn of the next house over. She barely managed to get there in time and cling to it to support herself as the first almighty surge of ejaculate poured from her pussy, saturating the panties she had on beneath her robe in a split-second and flowing down the insides of her legs just moments later.

"Oh, god! Yes! Cumming! I... cumming!"

The bunny squealed as she humped uncontrollably at the firm trunk of the tree, her eyes bulging as she felt her clit throbbing not just more and more receptively, but swelling bigger and bigger within her soaking wet lingerie. She stared out around the tree longingly at her husband's pistoning backside, balls the size of grapefruit slapping against not just Jeanie's buttocks but the base of a puffy, hyper-engorged pussy that was the perfect fit for the otter's now foot long hulking cock. A part of the rabbit wanted to run over and join them, but she couldn't bring herself to move in case the pleasure stopped. She was still cumming, squirting harder, longer, more and more with every passing moment as she bucked and ground her pussy against the tree to which she was clinging, and there she remained until a stunned, confused looking pair of equine women emerged at the front door of their home and stepped out to ask their neighbour why the hell she was fucking their apple tree.

Thirty seconds later the rabbit and the married pair of mares were in a tangled heap of limbs in the shade of the apple tree, a single step into the growing puddle escaping Leanne's pussy from their hooves all it took to set the horses off in turn. They attacked one another's nether regions with hands and tongues in wild abandon, and as they came not just harder but with more writhing, bliss-stricken bodies surrounding them, they grew faster. Within minutes Leanne was stuffing her four inch clit into one of the mare's gurgling muzzles as her equally enlarged pussy gushed over the gorgeous equine woman's chest, while Cecilia could only grunt and suck hungrily on the offered clit as her wife entered an all too familiar position to scissor with her, but this time felt their two thick, throbbing, hyper-endowed clits being stimulated not only by their grinding contact, but by the heavy torrents of ejaculate pouring out from each of them against the other woman's convulsing pussy.

Within an hour, the neighbourhood was awash. Cum and pussy juice flowed several inches deep in a steady torrent down the gentle slope of the landscape as the shallow but gathering lake grew ever larger as new bodies were connected to it and hurriedly began to add to its volume. Bodies staggered out of homes whose hallways were already flooding with the unexpected surge, and splashed giddily, mindlessly over to the nearest figure or already writhing, entwined group with a pleading cry. Of course they were welcomed without question, friends, neighbours, rivals and bitter enemies born of suburban drama shrieking and wailing as their bodies pressed together, and grew together, and came together with ceaseless, ever more potent fury.

By lunchtime, the Flood had reached the city. Curiosity proved its most reliable source of spreading. Wherever so much as one person screamed in pleasure as they were overtaken by the need to cum without end, it inevitably drew the attention of others, whose cries and climaxes drew more, and more, and more people as the Flood spread in all directions. Obscene, glorious pleasure filled every building. Every home. Every street and car and heart and soul. It washed away all other concerns, swept aside all other emotions but love and joy and the wish to both please and be pleased not just right now, but for the rest of eternity.

Nowhere and in no-one however was the Flood's effect more keenly felt than nearby the suburban home where it had begun, and the golden retriever whose body had somehow managed to find the perfect way to change the world.

Jeanie screamed and wailed in ecstasy as she clung, floating to the chimney-breast of her house, a roar of waterfall-like intensity almost outmatching the intensity of her cries as her pussy juices continued to gush from a pussy now so large and swollen her legs were constantly spread wide open just to give it room, while a clit twice the size of Jeanie's own head rubbed against the side wall of her home somewhere underneath the rushing tide of her and her neighbours' cum. She looked around giddily as she shrieked and squealed in non-stop pleasure, seeing bodies either resting upon rooftops or just floating along, letting themselves be carried away to new places where they could grant their bliss to new hearts not yet lucky enough to feel how they felt.

She watched a wolf she recognised from somewhere up the street float past, clutching at his five foot cock like lewd pool inflatable, his arms and legs wrapped around it as he bobbed along while adding endlessly to the Flood on which he was being carried. She admired the rainbows shimmering in the air as arcs of cum and pussy juice shot dozens of feet skyward like industrial hoses rather than living bodies were powering them, the juices that rained down around the figures lying masturbating on their backs upon roofs catching the sunlight and creating those gorgeous shimmers of colour with their already glorious orgasmic actions. When Jeanie felt a hand wrap around one of her ankles though, and moments later a completely cum-soaked figure broke the surface of the Flood with a mindless roar of pleasure, she stopped thinking about anything else.

She didn't know the lion who grabbed her in that moment, but as she felt his four foot and still swelling, already cumming cock press itself to her vastly swollen and ceaselessly squirting pussy, she didn't need to know anything else.

" Please!"

The retriever screamed gleefully as she let go of her roof, and the male's cock slammed itself deep into her while the two of them clutched at one another around their colossally engorged nether regions. They sank back under the Flood for a moment, and as she was entirely surrounded by rushing, freely flowing fluids from thousands upon thousands of joyous, bodies all united in a single purpose, Jeanie felt them. She felt all of them and all their pleasure at once; every wave, every drop of it thanks to her, Jeanie spasmed and thrashed and began somehow to cum harder, ever more violently and abundantly still like it wasn't just the lion fucking her in that moment but each and every body connected to the Flood, and in that moment she knew to her absolute elation that wherever they were and whoever they were with, all those touched by the Flood could feel and share in her bliss, and in the ecstasy of each and every one of their countless cumming companions, too.

By Jeeves

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