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Jenny was a career woman, and proud of it. A lot of her peers had avoided college, or even - god forbid - flunked out of high school, but not Jenny. She hadn't gotten knocked up by some casual fling when barely of age like some of the other dobermen, or rather, dober_women_ she'd known.

Ugh. Focus on the task at hand.

She fixated her eyes on the screen again, though after many hours at her new, fancy home office, the words were starting to blur together. One more deal to finalize. Some otter trying to publish her latest work. All Jenny's company had to do was to make cover art and deal with distribution, but she liked a more personal touch, namely reading through all the stories sent to her, to assure that Bad Dog Books upheld a certain level of quality that the competitors lacked. That was what she was all about, quality. In all things. She had even carefully balanced her personal budget to afford just the right amount of luxuries in her life.

"We will examine your work and get back to you within ten working days..." she typed, adding some meaningless fluff. "...if we do not call back, ´your work has been rejected."

Some called her a bitch, in the figurative sense, and she loved the label. If having standards_meant being a bitch, she was the queen of them all. That was why she was the head of a fairly successful publishing company, after all, and why she could work from her home - decorated and furnished _just right, while the others struggled in their nine-to-five cubicle hell.

She clicked_send._ It wasn't that she liked leaving others hanging, but before she'd had a chance to sample the product, there was nothing to be gained from rushing into deals. Perhaps sometimes, if short on time, and only with authors she'd worked with before, and even then it was a rare occurrence.

Most of the people she'd ever known were happy with much less. In a way, she envied them, those common folk who could be happy simply going to work, getting drunk on the weekend, and raising their kids in their time off. Kids that they'd had as teenagers, getting knocked up by the first lusty man to get into their panties. Or those happy with even less respectable lifestyles, like criminals, prostitutes, whatever else they felt like doing. She, on the other hand, had always had to fight, to bite and claw her way up, and now, here she was. On top of the heap, at least a small one, having elevated herself from most of those destructive urges.

The clock struck six. She leaned back in her most comfortable chair, raising a glass of sherry to an empty room. A biscuit completed the little relaxation ritual, marking the transition from work to free time. Why am I think about my past again, she wondered. Her ears folded as she pondered on it. It was a recurring thought. Having learned to control her urges wasn't the same as being free from them, at least not entirely so.

While Jenny did work with erotica all day, and was therefore rather inundated with all kinds of salacious material to the point it all but entirely failed to excite her, she did have those high school memories. Some of them still struck a nerve, sending tingles of delight from her mind to her lower belly. Yeah. That ineffably feminine part of her that kept reminding her of its existence about twice each month. It was about time for her heat to begin again, which was always a fun experience.

Oh. That's why she couldn't stop thinking about it, that made sense. Every time her heat came she thought back on all that jealously, finding some primitive part of her - well, she knew which one, really - admiring those who'd managed to have litters so early on. Their big, bountiful bellies, that maternal glow, the sense of... a purpose satisfied. Perhaps.

Jenny sighed, swirling the rest of her drink around in the fancy crystal goblet. Perhaps goblets weren't the height of style, but she liked this one. It looked like something carved out of a single, enormous crystal, perhaps by some ancient civilization. After all, it wasn't as much about appearances, as it was about her own comfort. Her comfort and her enjoyment.

So perhaps then, she mused, it wasn't as much that she wanted to get knocked up, as it was that she wanted to watch it happen to others. That way, she'd have all the comfort and enjoyment while others dealt with the nine-month burden. It had always been her favorite genre of smut out of the many kinds she dealt with in her business, after all. Although, she'd grown jaded. Maybe she needed something more to keep those kinks satisfied.

Maybe she wanted to watch it actually happen, in real life. Oh yes, there was that sweet, excited tingling again. A rather erotic idea taking root; she'd sit somewhere and watch other women get inseminated by some wonderfully throbbing, potent cocks. While rubbing herself raw to the display, of course. That should satisfy her hunger. Being a mother wasn't for her, it was for others. But gods, would she ever enjoy watching them ooze thick, white seed, knowing the power_that stuff had. Knowing that soon their bellies would grow, first just a bump, and then progressing to a rather inconveniently big one. One that'd leave stretch marks and all, marring their perfectly toned tummies permanently - another thing she was quite happy not to have. And their tits. _Mmh. She squeezed her own as she imagined theirs filling up with milk, nipples growing larger and darker.

The more she thought about it, the more certain she became that it'd be exactly what she needed. That only left her with two questions. Who, and where? Lacking a cock herself, she might call upon one of her male friends and offer them some kind of reward for doing it. Female participants might not be too hard to find; she'd heard a couple of rumors of there being a kind of unofficial "clinic" for that at the local Books & Cinema. After all, a lot of 30-something women like herself eventually succumbed to their reproductive urges, some so heat-crazed that they'd let a total stranger fertilize them.

Which male friend though? She thought about it for only a few seconds before the obvious answer came to her: Travis. He was a zebra that she'd worked with, briefly. Well, he'd worked _for_her was how it'd been, as he'd been an intern. Any equine would do, really, with how... plentiful their seed was. But she had some personal history with this one, which would make it all the sweeter to watch him work. To watch his plump balls do their dirty work, massive cock twitching and throbbing.

She dialed his number. He'd be home from work now. Probably.

---

Travis cursed under his breath as he let go of his cock, hearing his phone ring somewhere, in one of the pockets near his ankles. When he managed to find it, and seeing Jenny's name, there was a faint spark of hope that she wanted to have some casual. But no, she wasn't that type of woman, even though they'd dated what felt like ages ago. How many years had it been, now? Two?

"Hey, it's Travis," he answered, One thing about Jenny was certain, at least; she always wanted something.

"Heeey Travis, everything alright? You sound a bit out of breath," Jenny commented on the other end, and the zebra could practically hear her grin.

"Yeah I was just... exercising," he replied. They'd stopped dating because back in the day when people still worked in offices (which also felt like it was ages ago), it had seemed a little inappropriate - and worse yet, unprofessional - for an intern to date his boss. There was no bad blood or anything like that, but Jenny knew exactly how Travis sounded when aroused, and Travis knew that Jenny knew. Still, it'd be inappropriate to just flat out state it.

"Right. So I had this idea. What would you say about going to a gloryhole with me? Like at the Books & Cinema. We'd get a booth and-"

"Wait, slow down," Travis interrupted, clearing his throat. "Also, what?"

"The places with a hole in the wall, and you're on one side and-"

"I mean I know what a gloryhole is-"

"Of _course_you do. So how going to one with me?"

"I didn't- okay, so, you want to go to a..." he paused. "A gloryhole. With me. Isn't the idea that partners are anonymous?"

"Well, yeaaah," Jenny exhaled, sounding a little irritated, as if she was expecting Travis to immediately know what she was talking about it. "And I'd just be watching, while you knock up some other women, anonymous."

Now Travis' head was spinning. He was dumbstruck, unable to even formulate a reply. Though the very idea had his deflating cock surge back to full mast.

"I'll find the women. I just need your cock for this. I'll spring for one of the _deluxe_booths and all. Since it's anonymous you'll never have to pay child support. And," she continued. "I'll masturbate while watching."

If the zebra hadn't been hard before, he was now. Very much so. "Well, okay, but..." he stuttered.

"Great! Two weeks, then. Oh, and you don't get to masturbate at all until then, you need to be really pent up. There'll be like five women for you to breed. At least. Well, see you then!" the doberwoman barked cheerfully, and hung up just before Travis could formulate a reply. She often did that.

Travis was only twenty-two years old. He certainly wasn't ready to become a father, but he_was_ entirely ready to make someone else a mother. The thought was more than a little exciting. Really, just the idea of being inside someone _bare_was terribly attractive. The idea of doing it while they were also in heat and would almost certain have his offspring? Some precum drooled down the side of his shaft.

On the other hand, Jenny was absolutely playing him. On the other, the offer was too good to pass up. And so he bid a fond farewell to his cock for two entire weeks. Dutifully enough, he didn't even resume his previous session, even though it'd hardly make a difference. At least he'd not gotten far enough to give himself blue balls.

The first couple of days felt no different than the usual. He was almost _always_horny anyway. After that, though, it started to become a problem; suddenly, all those things that he'd considered nice, but not terribly exciting details began to stand out. A deep cleavage, or even a modest one, would leave him fully hard and struggling to conceal it. The slight hip-sway in the way many women walked turned into a mouth-watering erotic display. And the internet, a minefield.

All of that was on the third day, and he had eleven to go.

---

"Books and Cinema? Yeah, so I'd like to book one of your fancier booths for anonymous sex- yes, I know that's not what they're officially for, but can we just skip the- okay, okay, I want one of the fancy booths for reading bibles in, with my monogamous partner..."

Jenny's voice was dripping with venom towards the end of trying to get the first step of her plan arranged. They had legal reasons to be cute about it, but she still had other things to prepare, far more important things. At least it got done. The deluxe booth was hardly worth the money, either way. It included some padding, but more importantly, a peep hole that would allow her to closely observe whoever was in the receiving booth.

And that "whoever" was the next step in her plan. She had to somehow get other women to visit said establishment, willing to, if not have a foal, at least be willing to let Travis inseminate them without a condom. Any kind of protection would be theirs to worry about. Jenny had, however, read enough erotica in her life that she had some good ideas. The city did have a rather good system for supporting single mothers, after all, so she might be able to make the idea of an anonymous pregnancy into something appealing. Then, of course, there'd be couples that needed some assistance in these matters.

Travis was definitely a stud. He was short, sure, but well-trained, handsome, smart enough. With some creative interpretation, that turned into "perfect genes for your new baby". They'd never meet him, but that was better phrased as "pregnancy on your own terms". Oh, and did you know that your boobs will grow, too? So if you've ever worried about being too small, this would be a good fix for that as well!

She kept filing away at a small ad for a while, while leaving herself out of the descriptions entirely. She was merely to be a particularly excitable phantom, watching but not participating. Irrelevant, really. They'd never know there was anyone but themselves and their eager, anonymous breeder present.

Thinking about it left her rather... wet, she noticed. Ah well, she wasn't the one who had promised to hold off on masturbating for two weeks, Jenny mused, digging up a magic wand from her drawer with a wide, smug grin.

---

Day five. Travis had taken to wearing very loose pants, hoping to hide the fact that he was getting erections like a hormone-drunk teenager at the slightest provocation. Any sight, however sexy, and he'd be swelling, slipping out of his sheath, his body excited to follow through on that weak attempt to display his readiness to possible mates.

If only that was how it worked, he thought, trying to focus on spreadsheets instead. It'd be so easy. Just pop a boner and everyone goes like 'ooh, let's mate'.

What he definitely could not allow himself to think of was Jenny's plan, because every single time the faintest fantasy of what she was working on entered his head, he found himself hard to the point of throbbing.

Day nine. Today, he had developed a different strategy. Very tight pants, to prevent himself from getting hard in the first place. It worked moderately well, until he, after catching a luscious glimpse of a particularly low pair of jeans on a cheetah, heard the crotch seams tear.

No. No no no. He hoisted up his backpack and kept it on his lap until the feeling passed, and during the lunch break he sped home to pick up some more durable clothing. He wondered if Jenny would pay for a new pair of pants. Jenny, with her shapely hips and...

Before returning to work, he had a shower so cold he was afraid he'd pass out.

Day thirteen. Travis' balls felt so full that sitting down at all was uncomfortable, but standing up, he'd quickly notice something entirely too sexy to ignore, such as a vase, reminding him of a woman's body, or a fruit that would feel so wonderfully wet, warm, and tight around his bucking shaft as he... well. This, he had come to realize, was worse than being a teenager, because while he was equally horny, at least back then, he would masturbate several times a day to keep it manageable, and now he couldn't.

At least the day was tomorrow. God, did he ever look forward to blissfully sinking into a fertile, clenching cunt. Over and over again, until his legs gave in. In the last few hours of work that day, even the smooth curves of his computer mouse began to seem sensual and enticing.

---

Jenny took a long while to dress up that morning. That was the only thing left to do. It was ironic, in a way; she wasn't going to be seen much at all, except by Travis, but she was probably putting in more effort than either the zebra or whoever was going to be on the other side. She'd told everyone she knew might feel the urge to have babies, and then placed out a personal ad or two. All strictly anonymous, of course, only featuring "sensual" zoomed-in shots highlighting the best parts of their potential lover.

She had to wonder if anyone would actually bite, as she applied a light touch of shimmering, smokey eyeshadow. It had to beat artificial insemination at least, right? It wasn't any more personal, but it was a lot more pleasurable. Conceiving the way nature intended, she thought. With your pussy pressed against a hole in the wall. That was how all the animals did it.

She shook her head, and then applied a final touch of gloss onto her lips. Ah well, if nobody showed up, she had promised Travis the best blowjob he'd ever had. That'd be a promise easy to deliver on, with the zebra having abstained for two weeks. Anything she did would probably qualify as the best he'd ever had.

It was a win-win situation, just the way Jenny liked it. Everything carefully planned out, and a good excuse to dress up. She gave the mirror a charming grin, and then left, designer purse in hand.

The Books & Cinema wasn't in the nicest of neighborhoods. For some reason, it seemed that the finest parts of the city didn't want any _erotic establishments._Jenny had never quite figured out why. Every other base instinct was served, after all, with luxury restaurants, fancy boutiques... ah well, it was something to consider later. Maybe she could start a physical storefront for her own company.

She opened the door and stepped inside, only to find Travis already waiting for her, talking with the rather time-worn proprietor. The entire place seemed like it was from, in her estimate, probably from the 60s, or at least the owner was, and had chosen décor that was stylish back when he'd been a dashing young walrus.

"This one? Huh, we ain't been this popular with pretty young things in..." he made a vague, exaggerated gesture with his arms. "...ever, fuck."

"This one?" Jenny asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, your friend was telling me about your whole thing. And just last week we had a pretty hot vixen and otter here," the walrus drawled. "Don't worry though, I'll not tell none that you're watching," he grinned. "And eh, look. I styled myself up a bit since you're having a big day and all," he continued, pointing at a garish golden tusk-ring.

Could be worse. "Just don't scare off our visitors," Jenny chuckled.

"Naw, naw. Just a shame you weren't here twenty years ago or I'd have tried my luck with 'em, too. Ah well! An old man can dream," he spoke. "Well, you all have fun. Just had the deluxe booth cleaned too. Hope it's to your likin'!"

Travis nodded to him, and then to Jenny. She rolled her eyes at the zebra and flashed a grin at the walrus. The two made their way to the back rooms, which were, at least in the corridors, so dimly lit that they couldn't see each other's faces. Merely silhouettes. It was, she theorized, so people wouldn't be able to identify each other, should they happen to leave their booths at the same time.

Not that there was anyone there, at the moment. It was early. She'd rather deliberately chosen a time during which the place was mostly empty, bar for bored housewives and perhaps a couple of retired gay gentlemen. The drawback was that she could only hope that any women actually came, Jenny thought, as they entered the last of the little stall-booths.

"So what do I do now?" Travis whispered, after standing there for a few moments. Jenny could tell he was rearing to go with how he was getting visibly hard despite nothing really happening.

"Stick your cock through the hole," she instructed him. In a 'well, that's obvious' kind of hushed tone. "I told them it'd be in that particular booth. Just imagine you're me, except with a cock, and dumber."

Jenny had a quick look around the booth while Travis gave him a quizzical look, but eventually undressed. Where was the- oh, there. A small, almost unnoticeable hole next to the main one. Two of them, in fact. One was a slit that let her see the entirety of whoever was in the other stall. The other seemed to use a couple of mirrors to give her a shot of... it was hard to visualize. What was not, though, was realizing that the walrus had put quite a bit of love and care into his establishment.

"Just like... stick it through, and wait?" she heard Travis ask.

Jenny gave him an impatient thumbs up. "Yes. Today, you're my cock by proxy and nothing else. Enjoy."

As she glanced at the now bottomless zebra though, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of lust-filled jealousy at all the women who'd get to enjoy him. He was just as well hung as Jenny remembered, beautiful equine cock standing out proud and firm, with those plump balls dangling heavily underneath. The rest of him wasn't quite as masculine, but almost androgynous with his short stature. Exactly the kind of man that Jenny preferred.

Sometimes, she wondered if she'd made a mistake in breaking up with him. This question was, unbeknownst to both, a mutual one.

She looked through the mirrored peephole again as Travis got into position, and quelled a gasp as she realized her viewpoint was just under his thick shaft. Meaning that it'd be a very close up display of him breeding someone. The thought made her _shiver_with anticipation, a noticeable wetness growing between her legs.

Thankfully, it wasn't long before she could hear someone hesitantly walking in the corridor. "Shush now," she whispered, as quietly as she could, to the zebra. They didn't want to scare off the ones who just wanted some totally anonymous, impersonal fun, after all.

She heard the door open, and a surprised inhalation as someone stepped inside. A dappled mare. She looked like a businesswoman just like herself, Jenny thought. Except for, well, that she was clearly less professional. A suit jacket and a skirt, both black, leaving only a little contrast between them and her grey fur.

She also smelled like she was in heat, Jenny noticed, and for a moment, she worried that Travis might literally explode once he caught a whiff of that scent if he had to wait even a moment longer. Luckily, the mare didn't seem to want to wait. She had that expression of lust mixed with "let's just get this over with" on her face, and the doberwoman could only begin to guess at what her motivations were. Impotent husband? Just wanting a baby? Something to prove?

To Jenny's surprise, the other woman didn't undress. Rather, she pulled up her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties. Good planning, Jenny figured, except for the part where she'd be dripping zebra cum all the way home. Unless she had something to plug herself up with.

She heard Travis nicker and thrust at the hole in the wall with a primitive kind of need.Yep, that'd be the pheromones. Thankfully it didn't take long for the mare to grasp his throbbing shaft. Jenny moved to the other peephole.

For a moment, the nameless mare seemed to considering if she should really go through with it, but in the next, she turned around, and with a deep breath, guided Travis' blunt cockhead to her wanting, deep mare-cunt. She braced herself, and as Jenny watched, pushed back against her would-be stud.

Jenny had a perfect view of every single moment. The way Travis throbbed in response to feeling that wet heat kiss his tip. The small quiver that shot through her body in response. The way her plump, visibly wet petals softly yielded at the slightest hint of pressure, and then a mutual twitch as the first inch popped into her. It was an easy fit; Travis was big, of course, but mares were _built_to take big males.

Quickly, she impaled herself all the way on the zebra's cock. Jenny saw the base of his cock flex, knowing that he was probably drooling precum into her. Sperm-laden and quite virile precum with how long he'd been holding off. The mare might be pregnant before he even filled her, and that thought made Jenny's own lust spike, hard enough that she - very quietly - scrambled to peel her pants off so as to not ruin them with her juices. She cupped her furred mound, sighing quietly as she felt sodden fur, arousal clinging to her palm.

Then again, that was why she was here, so why resist? One of her fingers slipped into her shuddering body, followed by another, just as Travis began to thrust into the quietly moaning mare. She timed her motions to his thrusts, imagining herself there, rump pressed against a wall and offering herself for an anonymous cock to rut and breed. Not that she ever would. But a quick look through the second peephole showed a rapturous, blissful expression on the mare's face as she allowed herself to be debased.

That first encounter didn't take long, not with how pent up Travis was. He was hammering his hips against the wall, utterly lost, it seemed, in the feeling of that silken vice squeezing and massaging his shaft. Jenny watched him swell even further, and on an impulse that she couldn't quite deny, she reached to cup his hefty balls, feeling them tighten against his body, even as her other hand was feverishly plunging it and out of her honeypot.

"Go on, do it," she whispered, though Travis probably couldn't even hear her with how singularly focused he was. It was such a sexy look, the single-minded look and actions of a lusty male finally claiming his prize. His orgasm was sudden and almost violent. With a loud neigh, he hilted himself in the mare. Jenny watched as he throbbed heavily, and the mare squeezed tightly around his cock in turn. He was breeding her, pumping his potent cum deep into her. It was almost impossibly erotic to think about. That anonymous woman would soon swell, having been inseminated by a total stranger at the peak of her heat.

A splash of something hot and wet against her palm broke Jenny out of her reverie. Cum? Travis had overfilled the mare to the point that his last few spurts gushed out of her, all over the booth wall. And all over Jenny's hand.

She paused for a moment to look at it. Travis' cum was thick and white, and it felt oddly sexy clinging to her. It wasn't the sensation that turned the doberwoman on though, as much as the potency of it. The fact that even one errant drop of it could impregnate most women. Herself, too, she thought with a shiver. If she pressed her cum-soaked palm against her cunt she knew she'd cum harder than she ever had before. It was terribly risky, but she was almost drooling at the thought. Surely, if none of it got inside her, it'd all be fine, Jenny rationalized. She just needed to feel it against her thrumming clit and tingling lips. Just briefly.

Wait, no. She was not_to partake. Just rubbing herself with her clean hand was _enough. She wiped the cum off her hand with a tissue from the nearby dispenser, just in time to see the mare pull off Travis' cock. He didn't go soft, which was just what Jenny was hoping for. She gave the zebra a part on his rump.

"Good boy," she murmured.

The mare clenched as hard as she could and wiped off any cum that'd been left outside of her fertile sex. More would ooze out, but she'd just have to hope to get to home before that. And then, with a rather self-conscious look, and taking very small steps, she left.

Travis pulled out of the hole for a moment, his cock covered in cum and the mare's wetness. In a moment of on unspoken communication, Jenny wiped him clean with the tissues, taking a few moments to appreciate just how beautiful his equine shaft look, especially this close. Jet black, and so very, very potent and eager.

"So yeah, I can smell you enjoyed watching that," he panted, before turning around present his cock for whoever would show up next.

"Yeah well, I saw you enjoyed doing it," she replied. "Probably more so."

"Mmh. Dunno if I've ever cum quite has hard. Just like... letting go inside her with no protection? Huff..."

"And imagining how she'll look in a couple of months, I'd bet. Oh, I think someone else is coming, shush," Jenny interrupted their conversation, her ears perking.

"Species?" Travis whispered. He looked perfectly ready to go again.

"She's not- oh, there. Otter. This will be a pretty tight fit..." Jenny murmured with amusement.

Travis felt strange. Strong, yet primitive. Like an alpha male, he imagined, freely breeding as many women as he could. It was a fantasy he found himself rather enjoying, though it was probably mostly because of Jenny. He'd never really even fantasized of unprotected sex before, but it felt amazing to feel those silken walls clutching at his cock, and then not having to worry about just letting his cum pump right into them. There was something natural about it, something primal, raw, and strong. Something that kept him hard even after cumming so hard that he could barely think of anything but the next cunt that he'd sink into.

One scent stood out above all though, even above the lingering fragrance of the mare's heat. Jenny's lust. She was in season, too, or at least very close to it. He still felt pent up, enough so that he couldn't stop himself from imagining the doberwoman on the other side of the wall, receiving that warm gift of maternity that she so loved to see others inseminated with.

He was distracted from that thought when he felt two webbed hands trace along his shaft. The touch was light, but it felt almost electric. He had no idea how he'd fit into an otter, but he'd try his very best. Maybe she had something else in mind?

Indeed, the otter kept stroking him, pumping him with a sensual rhythm, and suddenly he felt a tongue tease the underside of his shaft as well. He throbbed, and more precum splashed out. One hand left his cock for a moment.

"She's fingering it into herself, I think," Jenny whispered, breathlessly. "Rrf. Give her a big load to breed herself with..."

Travis snorted, grinding his cock against that sweet sensation of the otter's palms rubbing and teasing it. All he had to do was spill his seed again and she'd make sure it went where it needed to go. The thought of a dainty little otter shivering as she rubbed herself to climax after climax, stuffing his cum deep into herself was almost too much to bear.

She changed her hold on his cock, and to his surprise, after only a few moments he felt something intensely warm and wet press against his cockhead again. Impossibly tight. Was she really going to-

"Won't fit inside, big boy," the otter murmured. Travis couldn't tell if she was talking to herself, or to him. "But if I just spread myself enough..."

The otter maneuvered a little more, her wet lips grinding and pushing against the zebra's cock until his cumslit was positioned right against her passage. If he came like that, his cum would all flood her, at least if he came as hard as last time. Just as Travis was starting to wonder how he'd manage to climax, something flicked on, on the other side of the wall, and he felt an intense vibration smush against the sensitive underside of his flare. The otter moaned loudly, and he could feel her almost immediately tense up and clench.

"Ooh, so _that's_what she's planning. Making you both cum at once with that wand. Mmh. So desperate to get knocked up..." Jenny mused, but Travis couldn't hear her. He'd never tried a magic wand before, and the way it vibrated against his cock had him panting and moaning in unison. His hips were bucking helplessly, every lusty, primitive part of his brain telling to bury his cock in the moaning otter.

"Thaaat's it, just relax..." Jenny heard the otter hum, though she wasn't sure if she was talking to Travis or herself. Still, the constant vibrations resonating through the zebra's body were having an obvious effect, with his entire body _shivering_as if not quite sure how to react. Beyond spilling his seed, that is. He snorted, already feeling his balls tighten up, preparing to give the otter what she needed. The pleasure was exquisite, his orgasm having left him sensitive, but yet still pent up due to his long abstinence. In fact, he felt like he could cum quite a few more times. Not that he was thinking of that at the moment - or really, anything - with the otter's wet, velvet lips smushing against his flaring head.

He _tried_to fight it, wanting to last longer, but as most people who had tried magic wands might agree on, it was difficult. In just a few more moments, cum erupted from his cock again, splattering against - and into - that wet, silken heat. He came with such force that much of the heated seed pumped deep into the otter, right past her splayed lips and into that fertile canal, which drew a delighted squeak from the mustelid.

Jenny saw her shiver in turn, her body stiffening before a rather lusty cry spilled from her lips, quickly followed by rhythmic clenching, each one hoping to draw the zebra's spilled seed deeper. Clumsily, still the throes of climax, she scooped up some of them that ran down her thighs, and the moment the zebra's orgasm waned, she pulled away and stuffed those fingers into herself. There was something so desperately needy and yet adorable about it, the otter wanting to give even the wasted seed a warm, fertile home.

Moments afterwards, she quickly thrust a second toy into herself, preventing any of the cum from leaking out. And, going by the expression adorning her round muzzle, providing more than a little pleasure.

"That's a good boy," she panted, patting Travis' cock, before considerately wiping it clean with a tissue. She pulled her panties back on, making sure that both the toy, and with it, the cum would remain where it belong.

Jenny realized she was rubbing herself again, teasingly running her fingers over her own dripping sex, tingling with a vicarious kind of pleasure. Not only did the fact that every visitor seemed quite eager to get knocked up - or at least take the risk - excite her, but there was a further naughty thrill in knowing they'd be walking home with warm loads of very potent cum in their bellies, that at any moment during their journey home it might reach their eggs and leave them burdened with a litter. A litter, and then a little baby bump that'd grow and grow until it was an unmistakable symbol of their promiscuity and sluttiness.

The next woman to enter, only moments after the otter left, was, to Jenny's surprise, a doberwoman just like herself. Dressed in an entirely too short skirt and a visible thong underneath. She was more generously endowed, Jenny noticed. Breasts a couple of cups bigger, hips that swayed sensually as she walked. And she had that look she'd seen on so many faces back in high school. The vapid, happy kind, that recognized a good time but not the consequences. She probably thought she wouldn't get pregnant just from a single encounter like this.

For a moment, Jenny actually thought she recognized her, only to realize that she didn't. Maybe it was a reflection of her own base urges that she saw in her, or maybe it was an echo of one of her childhood friends. Somehow, that only made the scene playing out before her all the more erotic, in a strange way; she was imagining herself in the other's position, as her fingers wrapped sensually around the zebra's cock. She knelt, at first, and nuzzled at that pillar of masculinity. Her tongue darted out and licked all the way from the base to the very tip, leaving a trail of saliva along it. Jenny wondered if she could taste the two others Travis had enjoyed before her, and if she could, would she even care?

That was answered as she opened her mouth wide, and without any hesitation, engulfed the zebra's cock. It had only barely began to flag, and in just a few moments, Jenny could tell he was back to full hardness, with the dog lovingly worshipping every inch she could fit into her muzzle. Not only did she not mind it, she seemed to savor it, closing her eyes as she nursed on it, taking an agonizingly long time teasing Travis, to the point he began to squirm again, grunting and groaning by the time she finally pulled off with a wet pop and a final, loving lap to scoop up another drop of precum. And then she stood up again, her hand never leaving his cock.

She guided it between her thighs and pressed herself flush against the wall, grinding her covered slit along his length. Jenny could hear Travis groan again the other doberwoman in turn panting happily as she enjoyed the grith. A nimble finger pulled her thong aside.

"She's not even taking it off," Jenny whispered. "What a slut."

Soon the dog's lips were leaving a glistening trail of wetness along the throbbing zebra-cock, pleasures growing ever higher. "Nrf, god, always wanted to-" she rumbled as she suddenly shivered, seemingly having a small orgasm just from the friction against both her slit and stiff little clit. "F-fuck..."

"Did she just-" Travis huffed, as silently as he could, looking at Jenny.

"Yep," she interrupted her. "Came from just grinding against you. Told you she was a slut."

"Kinda smells like you, tho-ooh, god!" Travis replied with intended sarcasm, only to be interrupted when the dog on the other side hopped off his cock, turned around, only to position the zebra right against her dripping cunt.

She moaned out loud as the head popped into her, eyes screwing shut, and Jenny watched it all happen. She seemed very experienced. Maybe even a regular visitor, with how she seemed to know exactly how to position herself, and how easily the massive equine cock spread her apart, engulfing that luscious, masculine flesh in her warm, wet confines. A slut, Jenny repeated to herself. God only knows how many men she's spread her legs for. Yet, there was a confusing twinge of jealousy. Her body burned with lust as she watched the other woman impale herself, and Jenny's own fingers were soon circling and flicking her clit in turn, stoking those fires further.

"Nhh. Make her belly swell, Travis. Knock that slut up with a big foal or two," Jenny groaned, hoping the creaking of the wall and the moans and grunts of the other two would cover her own voice, as well as the _schlicking_of her fingers against her clenching inner muscles. Her throat felt too dry and hoarse to whisper. "And make those big bouncy tits even bigger..."

"I- gnh- I will," he replied, hips flexing as he drove herself deep into the woman on the other side. Jenny could see her stomach bulging around the zebra's girth. Why'd it all turn her on so much? Was it just a voyeurism, or was it projection? Again, Jenny pictured herself in the other dog's role, carelessly letting a random stud mount her, moaning rapturously as his seed pumped into her. Two of her fingers kept thrusting into her sopping wet sex, to the same rhythm that Travis was rutting his nameless bitch with.

"Almost- almost there," Travis grunted, addressing the other doberwoman. "Beg for it. Beg for me to- rrh, breed you," he demanded, in a sudden, testosterone-fuelled spark of dominance. The sound of his voice lowered like that in a deep growl managed to make Jenny blush with desire. Even though they'd dated, she'd always been the dominant one, and seeing this side of him - if it hadn't been for her already leaking with arousal, that might've done it. She didn't like arrogance and dominance, normally, but seeing Travis lose himself to his primitive, masculine side had her burning up.

It set off the other woman as well. With a load, ecstatic moan, she begged. "Yeah, fuck, please, knock me up. God... goddammit, breed me! I need it. Cum inside me!" she cried, along with many other less coherent requests, all emphasized by her clenching around Travis, massaging, suckling, milking_that breeding rod of his. Jenny could actually _see her clamp down around it with passionate abandon.

Just like she would be, if she allowed herself to. The same rhythmic contractions, the same blissful, empty grin on her face as the first spurt of warm seed turned her into a shivering, very satisfied, and soon-to-be pregnant mess. Jenny had never been inseminated while in heat, but from how it looked, it felt so good it had to be addictive. Maybe that's why sluts like her always have so many pups. Ones that Travis seemed very eager to give her, going by how he throbbed again, seeding the doberwoman deeply. Jenny had to feel it, pressing her free hand against his perineum and balls, closing her eyes and feeling each contraction. As before, some of it gushed out of her, but all it'd take was a single drop, even a single sperm, happily wiggling through her cervix and up those ripe tubes.

"Mh, thanks, big boy," the dog sighed happily, her voice shaky. She stayed there for a while, leisurely grinding back against Travis as if trying to stuff his cum deeper into her.

"Oh my god," Jenny sighed. Watching the whole display had left her so wet that she could feel her juices dripping down along her thighs. Good thing she'd taken those pants off, drycleaners weren't cheap. "That was so incredibly hot," she continued.

She looked up at Travis who seemed to be rather dazed, a dizzy grin on his face. A quick look through the mirrored peephole, once the anonymous slut had left, confirmed that he was still quite hard, and coated with mixed fluids. Jenny fought back the fantasy of impaling herself on that tireless length and probably getting knocked up before he even came.

Another plentiful backwash of cum had splashed over Jenny's hand. And this time, those urges got the better of her. Her world narrowed down to just that potent slime coating her fingers, and her aching, demanding, fertile snatch. She cupped her mound with the messy palm, trembling breathlessly as she felt the cum cling to her drenched lips. It was so farm, so potent.

This is exactly how people get accidentally pregnant, her rational mind warned her. But it felt so good, smearing the zebra's cum along her oozing slit and over her thrumming, throbbing little clit.

She heard Travis start pounding against the wall again. Someone else was going to get knocked up. Yet another female in heat would feel his hot cum flood their womb. The same cum that Jenny was now playing with. She was playing with fire, she knew that, and suddenly, she felt a cum-covered finger slip into her, plunging globs of the zebra's seed into her fertile body. No! NO! What am I doing?

She cried out, if only in her mind. Travis' cum tingled inside her, and she could already imagine his little swimmers rushing to reach her cervix. G-god. The thought was even sexier than the feeling. She had been teetering on the edge of orgasm the moment her sticky palm touched her sex, and now- oh. Oooh no...

Jenny's climax came fast and strong, her silken walls squeezing and suckling on her fingers, each ecstatic ripple and quiver helping the cum now smeared over her insides, dangerously close to where it could do the most harm. She heard Travis grunt as he reached an orgasm as well, and all she could imagine was how badly she wanted him to do it inside her instead of whoever, whatever the stranger was. The feeling of even a small amount of his potent seed inside her, not enough to sate her heat but plenty enough to leave her yearning for more, flipped some basic switch in her mind, from reason to pure animal urges.

She didn't think, much less worry, about risks and consequences. Rather, the moment that Travis - with a wet slurp - pulled out of his freshly bred partner, to have his cock wiped clean for the next participant, he was instead faced with Jenny. Or rather, Jenny's soaked sex, as she leaned against the wall with her tail raised, presenting for him. The sight of her wetness drooling from those heat-swollen lips immediately had his flagging erection surge to full hardness again.

"I don't have any condoms," he managed to choke out.

"Just fuck me," Jenny cried, with fingers splaying her inner lips for the zebra, showing him in no uncertain terms just how badly she needed it. "Like you fucked them."

He didn't hesitate. If there was any womb he desperately wanted to plant his seed in, it was Jenny's. He'd wanted to do it since the very first time they met. And if she was going to offer her wet little snatch to him, he wasn't going to decline.

Travis lined his cum-coated cock up with her slit, and somehow, that alone felt more exciting than any of his earlier partners. Not that he hadn't enjoyed them, but this was so much more intimate. So much more dominant. He'd leave a foal growing inside her, and he'd get to watch her belly swell until she couldn't deny that she let a friend breed her. God, he'd mar her perfect little body, leave her breasts filling with milk. Despite his small stature, all of those basic urges were still there, beneath the zebra's well-maintained façade. And feeling Jenny's cunt clench with need as he pushed against that drenched, wonderful opening, harder and harder? That brought it all to the forefront.

"Looks like someone wants a big belly of their own. Finally ready to become a mother?" Travis growled. With a hard buck of his hips, he sank into her, smearing the leftover cum along her inner walls, stuffing what she'd already fingered into herself closer and closer to her yearning cervix. Without missing a moment, he was already thrusting, letting her squeezing body milk out what seed remained in his urethra, working towards giving absolutely every drop he could still muster.

Jenny's face burned with shame, hearing Travis remind her of her surrender, but she was already squeezing around him with a burning, heated need. The friction of his bare cock sliding in and out of her unprotected cunt was beautiful, every inch of her body tingling with joy. She couldn't remember ever being this turned on, this awash with pleasure, and suddenly something clicked. If it felt this good to have someone rut her without any kind of protection - this ecstatic, to let someone thrust their dangerous, risky cock into her - she understood why so many others succumbed to it. Why they couldn't fight that urge to spread their legs and to let it happen.

She wouldn't be able to, either.

Despite his girth it was almost painless with how well lubricated both of them were. Jenny with the wetness of her own making, and Travis with... cum. Cum. And it was all going to stay inside her. She'd finally get pregnant. Just like all of her friends had. Her body would succumb just like theirs did. Her womb would happily drink of the zebra's seed and soon she'd have a foal growing inside her. With each thrust, she wanted it more, wanted him to keep going until that fateful moment.

Travis snuck his hands under her shirt as he plunged into her, again and again, cupping her perky breasts and giving them a loving squeeze, thumbing over her stiff nipples and bumpy areolas.

"Rrh, these are going to grow too, you know," he rumbled, and Jenny could only moan in response. "Into big, slutty boobs with dark, milky nipples. You'll need a bigger bra," he continued. "But that's what you really want, isn't it? To have a foal nurse from them..."

Jenny whimpered. She didn't want it, not really. And yet, she did want it, more than anything else, at least in that moment. Travis kept thrusting faster and faster, shattering what remained of her normal composure. She could only think of two things; her womb, feeling woefully empty, and the white-hot pleasure centered around her trembling loins. She didn't want it, but she wasn't in control right now; nature was. Nature, and by proxy, her wonderfully tight, fertile snatch, coaxing her stud towards his inevitable climax. _That_part of her wanted it, and it was doing the thinking.

"G-god, you're so wet and hot..." Travis grunted.

It was as if her mind had been fractured. One side cheered for the zebra, wanting him to seed her. And the other, faintly, in the back of her mind, thought of an escape. She was so close to orgasm. If she could just reach it, she'd snap out of it. Orgasms always quelled her heat for a moment. Yes! It was a brilliant idea. And all she had to do to cum was to stop resisting.

"Nngh- k-knock me up, Travis. Pump your c-cum into my unprotected little cunt," she cried as she gave into those urges, each word stoking the fires of lust higher and higher. "Make me f-fat with your foal! Give me those big, swollen boobs! Claim. My. Fucking. Cunt!" Only until I come. O-only...

Travis squeezed her tits harder, pinched her nipples as her desperate cries fueled his lust in turn. He was thrusting faster and faster, rapidly approaching the point on no return. Jenny was on the edge of climax. Just a few more of those heavenly thrusts, each sawing over her swollen clit and thrumming g-spot. In her full surrender, it soon washed over her, and it was like a choir of angels. Jenny's world dissolved into a blissful whiteness of echoing moans and whimpers, the rhythm of which was set by the wet squelching of the zebra's thrusts. Her juices gushed out over the zebra's cock, and her body involuntarily - or perhaps, very voluntarily, milked him. Squeezing, tugging, begging for his seed.

"Ghh- god, you- oh, here, here it comes. Here comes your f-f-foal," she heard Travis groan, somewhere far in the distance. What felt much closer to home was how his cock swelled inside her, the flare digging into her walls in the most delicious kind of sensation than she could even imagine. Surrendering to her instincts only left her body free to do its best to receive the zebra's seed, and it did, pulling him over the edge, deep inside her.

Fuck, I have to-

There was a heavy throb as Travis' cock flexed inside her, a snorting neigh that echoed in her ears, and then, with the second throb, a jet of warmth inside her. A tickling sensation as he filled her with all he had left. Jenny's heart skipped at a beat as she realized what was happening, but her body's reaction to being seeded was instinctive, rewarding her with another orgasm so intense that it almost left her sobbing with joy as it wracked her body, making sure her contractions allowed her needy womb to drink its fill.

Warm, soothing euphoria was her reward, leaving her mind pleasantly blank but for the persistent tickling as rope after rope of the zebra's cum pumped into her, splattering against the gates of her womb, and soon, through them, the doberwoman's orgasm leaving her pliable, dilated, receptive like freshly tilled soil.

So they stayed, for a few minutes, both breathing heavily, zebra drenched in sweat and dog panting. If any other strangers came by, neither of them noticed.

"Well, that was... dumb," Jenny finally sighed. She seemed displeased when Travis' cock pulled out of her with a wet slurp, finally softening. Though she obligingly pressed her thighs together to stem the flow of cum from her briefly gaping sex.

"You- you didn't like it?" Travis asked, his voice shaky. With that carnal moment over, she was the dominant one again. And it didn't help that he felt as if he'd been drained of his very soul; all he wanted to do was sleep. On anything.

"No, don't be silly. Of course I did, and you getting all growly and dominant was _really_hot, but..." she traced her fingers over her lower belly while pulling her panties on with the other hand. "It's a pretty risky day."

Unbeknownst to her, the zebra's little swimmers were making their way up her tubes, and her body paved the way without hesitation.

"Mmh, could you imagine?" Travis replied. "Not very likely though. I mean it takes people a lot of attempts usually. Probably no need to worry..." he yawned. "God, really need to head home and... phew."

Jenny rubbed her thighs together. She was still tingly all over, especially on the inside, where Travis' cum filled every inch of space. A subconscious shiver went through her as his sperm swarmed her ready eggs.

"Yeah, you're right. At least this was really hot," she replied, a smile finally forming on her muzzle again. "Tell you what, I'll get us both a masseuse tomorrow. I know I'm going to be a bit sore..." she giggled. Giggling, now? Sheesh. She did feel rather giddy, like something was wonderfully right with the world. A happy, warm glow inside her, one that left her feeling truly relaxed, for the first time in ages.