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Jay had always dreamt of one thing, oddly specific. He wanted to be dumb. It didn't make any sense even when he thought about it, but it was the truth nonetheless. Something about just not having to think all the time seemed like some kind of blissful state of happiness. It probably wasn't, not really, but he liked thinking of it like that. Like that sweet moment between dreaming and being awake where his head was totally empty, and his cock was hard and ready. Or the thoughtless and brief moment after a climax, where no worries existed.

He'd eventually learned to set those fantasies aside, though. As appealing as the idea was to him, there was no doubt in his mind that he'd just make things worse, were it not for his intellect. Yes, worrying about everything sucked. Subconsciously making backup plans for your backup plans certainly sucked. And being hyperaware of every abnormality in life, anticipating every change, preparing for every eventuality? They all sucked. Still, life was full of changes, and he was well adjusted to adapt to them.

Right now, he felt a little lonely. It'd been another long week of barely talking with anyone in person. Online interaction was great, but sometimes he needed something a little more substantial, especially as the nights grew colder and longer and city itself seemed to start holding its breath, waiting for spring before it'd get up and running again. A glance through the window showed it was a rainy day, no doubt cold too. No snow, yet, leaving the world outside gJay and moody, far from the sun and warmth that he usually appreciated.

Jay yawned, glancing briefly at the mirror as he sat up. Just like the city, he was another year older. His fur looked frazzled, even his spots seeming diffuse and indistinct in his fur. There was a small streak of gJay, like an errant cloud in the golden skies of his fur, along his muzzle. Yup, getting old? That sucks, too. He stretched his arms, his neck creaking as he tilted his head side to side. He wasn't even that old but he felt like he'd lived forever already. Today was the day to celebrate that, or at least, let others celebrate it for him.

As much as he'd have preferred not getting old, though, he was definitely looking forward to having his friends over. The otter, the jackal, the hyena, and the dragon. Spending time with friends s- no, bad kitty. Not everything sucks. Spending time with friends is awesome. They'd provide the warmth and companionship he yearned for. Who needed sunlight anyway?

And so, he stood up. He wasn't much for cooking, but he'd managed to bake some moderately decent cupcakes. A pleasant golden brown, topped with black chocolate in the shape of spots, like his own. He was entirely too pleased with them. One even had a rough facsimile of a cat's face on it. Each friend would bring their own dish. They'd probably bring presents too, which excited him. He'd have so many little boxes to play with. Presents, too. That, ultimately, had him in a good mood.

He didn't look bad, he realized. A slim cat in his thirties. Sure, his fur had gotten a bit paler over the years, and maybe he needed to brush his hair, but otherwise, he looked fine. A fine cat in his finest years, aging like fine wine, he told himself. Yup yup.

The doorbell rang, just then, and Jay practically pounced into the closet to get dressed. Not that his friends hadn't seen him naked, but appearances were _important._He liked dressing up. Quick now. Undershirt. Snug-fitting blazer. Skirt? No. The tight pants that really hugged his rump? Yes. No shoes, not indoors. No socks either. A quick once-over with his boar-bristle brush to tidy the hair he was so proud of. Finger-guns at the mirror. Yes. He was proud of his lithe form and how perfectly he fit into his choice of clothing, even if it was growing a little ragged around the edges.

He rushed over to answer the door just as it rang again.

The otter was first. She looked to be in tip top shape herself, showing no signs of aging, at least to Jay's eyes. Of course, he was perfectly aware that his standards for himself were far higher than they were for anyone else. She greeted him with a warm hug, which he always enjoyed not only because he liked the otter, but - in a naughty thrill kind of way - how he loved feeling her breasts squishy against his chest.

"Having a good birthday so far?" she asked, handing him a bag so heavy it clanked against the floor when he took it, not expecting that kind of weight. "I made a chili. It's um... I put it in a sealed pot. A big one. As for your gift, you'll just have to wait. You can keep the pot though, it's a good one if you ever want to learn how to cook!"

She winked, and her thick tail gave a lazy wag behind her, making her hips sway along with it. "The big gift? It's a group effort, y'know."

Jay had some ideas of what kind of group effort it'd be. He distinctly remembered how the otter's birthday had been. She'd even gotten pregnant from it, though her pups looked just like otters so nobody really knew who the father had been. They were adorable, though, and raising them became a kind of group effort. Luckily, otters matured quickly and became independent almost just as fast. Between that fact and getting a friend to take over for the night, she had the time to party, or at least celebrate.

Soon afterwards, Navah, the jackal, arrived through the still-open door. He was barely visible before he was indoors, in the light. Outside, it was already dark. December was a dark month for birthday parties, literally so. He, similarly, greeted the cat with an affectionate hug, though he was taciturn as always. He'd brought a bottle of wine, rather than a dish. Homemade stuff. Legend had it that he'd been working on the grapes for two entire days, and that the bottling was still going on to this very day. As far as legends among friends went anyway.

He also handed Jay a small box, covered in golden wrapping paper that rustled pleasantly under his fingers.

The hyena and the dragon arrived at once. Whiplash and Vesith, of course. They both looked a little short of breath. It seemed the two had ran into each other outdoors, given the dazed and pleasured look on the hyena's face and the way the dragon was licking his lips now and then, just a hint of pearly white stuck in the corner. He'd never been subtle or cunning, at least not to the degree one might expect from a dragon clad in a Jayal, crimson red, but he made up for it with his affectionate nature and eagerness for intimacy.

Neither of them were, however, much in the way of cooks. This much they'd already accepted, and as such, the hyena had arrived with a couple of pizzas. Ordered, not homemade, but from the best place he knew and with appropriate toppings for the whole gang. The dragon, for his part, brought dessert. A sizable tub of ice cream, the better stuff with the golden dragon on the packaging, surely signifying regal quality, a snack fit for kings. All those things, combined, would make for a quite pleasant feast for a birthday dinner.

Both received their own hug from the spotty cat, who only reached up their stomachs. The perfect height for some activities, less so for others. But it did made hugs with friends considerably more titillating.

Before eating, it was time for the gifts. Jay only had the jackal's elegant little gift on hand; the others were being rather reticent about theirs, but left no doubt that they did have something prepared. Granted, Jay had his suspicions on what they might be, and he might not have necessarily been in the mood, but he appreciated the thought anyway.

His claws made short work of the packaging, except for the little cardboard box, which he'd set aside in his small collection of cardboard boxes. In the box laid a thin, beautifully crafted leather collar with small citrines and what Jay thought to be topazes, all selected to closely match the colour of his fur, no doubt. Quite beautiful. Not that he typically wore a collar, but it was exactly the kind he'd choose if he did. He moved to put it aside, already looking forward to the dinner, when Navah spoke up.

"You should try it on," he spoke, softly as always. "There's a little bit of an enchantment on it, which I think you'll enjoy."

"Oh?" Jay asked. "What kind?"

The jackal offered only a mysterious smile. "You'll like it."

"You definitely will," the otter chirped. She had that excited look in her eyes, the one that plainly showed equal parts anticipation and enthusiasm.

No doubt it was something tricky. These were, however, his friends, and they'd not let any harm come to him. At worst it'd be a few hours of growing tentacles or something. Well, probably not that drastic. Maybe it'd make his cock grow. Jay shrugged and slipped the collar around his neck, tightening it just enough that he could feel the soft leather pressing against the short fur up there.

Nothing happened, but it did feel comfortable. As comfortable as a collar could feel on any feline, anyway.

Ah, well. It was time to... what were they going to do again? Jay shook his head. Oh right, dinner! He felt very hungry already, apparently having gotten so while having a very much needed catnap just after work. In fact, he was downright ravenous by now, his stomach growling eagerly.

To his surprise, Whiplash was already in the kitchen, setting up pizzas for each, with Vesith scooping up a small bowl of the otter's chili. Jay realized he must've zoned out, but that was nothing unusual. He absentmindedly scratched his chin a little, and then his neck, the collar feeling unusually warm. There was ice cream, too. It almost seemed too much, but right now he felt like he could eat all_of it. In big, greedy mouthfuls. Maybe he'd even eat it all at once. _Mm. Ice cream pizza.

He sat down by table and covered his slice of pizza with heaped spoonfuls of the chili, and quickly set to eating it, purring happily between bites. The food tasted amazing, even better than usual.

Quickly, though, he began to feel rather full, his clothes seeming just a little too tight. Especially around his belly and, oddly enough, chest. Full and tingly_somehow. Jay undid a button on his shirt, a dazed look on his face as he suddenly realized his chest _was a little swollen, his nipples a little more pronounced than before, further emphasized by two growing, rather feminine bumps behind them.

Huh, that's odd. Still hungry, though...

He barely realized that he left his shirt unbuttoned after giving his growing chest a curious little grope, which left his chest on full display to the others, even as his more and more feminine nipples hardened with excitement. He quickly ate another slice of the chili-covered pizza, shovelled a good few spoonfuls of the dragon's ice cream into his mouth, and washed it down with a glass of the wine.

What Jay didn't immediately realize was that with each bite, those calories seemed to go to his chest, until those small bumps had swelled into rather modest, sensual breasts, which were still hanging out for his friends to stare at as much as they wanted. His head felt like it was full, too, except in the lightest, fluffiest sense, his thoughts slow and relaxed as he continued eating as much as he could before sitting back with a groan when his body couldn't take any more.

The others had barely eaten anything, he realized, and blushed. Guess I was just a lot hungrier. A little hornier too, it seemed. He let out a little pleasured purr as he squeezed his erect shaft shamelessly, hips bucking a little. Mhh. Good thing I've got all my friends here for... things... wait, what am I even...

Gods, he felt needy. Maybe it was just how his friends were gathered around him. It wouldn't be too unusual. They'd all had some kind of carnal, lusty fun before, in all combinations. The timing felt off, though. He had felt hungry and lonely, and now, with each passing moment, he felt a little hornier, until his cock was leaking where it tented the fabric of his pants, staining the cloth with precum.

The collar felt oddly warm around his neck, and he scratched at it. Yet it also felt good, and he didn't want to take it off. What was he worrying about? He was naturally horny all the time, anyway, even if not quite this openly. There was nothing wrong_with it. Nah. She- _he was always like this. A bit of a horny ditz. That's why his friends liked her... huh. Suddenly Jay's mind was dizzy. He had always been nonbinary, but suddenly she seemed to be thinking of herself in more and more feminine terms. She felt softer, somehow, rounder and hornier and... mm. Even her lips felt a little swollen and tingly, like she wanted to wrap them around something. A nice, throbbing cock would be nice as dessert. Especially if it came inside her mouth so she could really taste all that warm, yummy cum.

Next thing she knew, she was sitting in the living room, openly stroking up and down the throbbing length of her shaft as the others watched. When she realized what she was doing, he immediately stopped, blushing more intensely now. She didn't know_why_ she was blushing. Some muted realization of something being wrong was drowned out by a shock of pleasure as the otter leaned over to briefly flick her tongue over one of her increasingly puffy nipples.

"Yeah, there you go. Just relax and enjoy, let those big slutty boobs grow..." the otter murmured, her muzzle brushing over Jay's ear. "No thinking," she added, a webbed hand sneaking down to cup her balls. They seemed to be a little smaller than she remembered.

"Figured out how the collar works yet?" she smiled, and Jay couldn't help but find that smile the most attractive thing. Except maybe for the way her breasts jiggled as she straddled her lap in a fluent motion, grabbing her slimming wrists and moving them away from her achingly needy cock.

"N-nuh," Jay replied. "I'm a little... tired," he huffed.

"Not tired, silly cat," the otter chirped. Her paws were suddenly on the cat's chest, gently cupping and then squeezing her swelling chest. "Dumb and horny," she added with a wide, predatory grin. "Like a good bimbo. Be good for me and we'll get you a nice, thick cock to suck and another one or two to ride."

Her fingers deftly unbuttoned her jeans, and they fell off her round hips easily. The otter had always liked to wear clothes a little looser and baggier than needed. Maybe it was so they'd come off easily in case she needed to get fucked. Jay giggled, figuring she should probably do that too. After all, one never knew when some boy around her might get hard and need to rut something. With loose clothes, she could just drop them and spread her legs right away! The otter's scent reached Jay's nostrils, and she inhaled deeply of that feminine aroma. She smelled wet, clearly turned on by what was happening to the cat.

She bucked her hips and those warm, needful lower lips slipped along Jay's shaft, drawing a high-pitched moan from her quivering lips.

"We'll just have to milk the rest of those unnecessary thoughts from your cute little head, first, so you can be a proper brainless slut," she chirped. "Don't worry, it's temporary. Though I bet you'd prefer it wasn't, anyway. Oh-" the otter paused, grasping for Jay's cock. "-you've already shrunk quite a bit. Better for you since you'll have a happy little cockwarmer between your legs, but... well, time I enjoy it before it's gone!"

Without any fanfare or further words, she sat down, groaning as the cat's shrinking shaft easily slipped inside her. The silken heat felt heavily around it, clutching at his cock warmly and eagerly despite the dwindling size. Jay threw her head back and let out another wanton moan, pawing at her own tits just have _something_to do with her hands. The way they jiggled when the otter started riding her at a quick, determined pace made her giggle again.

Having boobs was great! She couldn't wait to show them off to everyone, hopefully getting them all hard and ready to fuck her too. Or maybe she'd just suck them. Mmh. They weren't as good as a firm, stiff cock would've been, but Jay nonetheless wrapped her lips around one of the otter's nipples, enjoying the feel of it against her lips and tongue, slurping eagerly around her bumpy areolas and over that pert nub in the middle. That felt good too. Then again, with how badly she needed to suck on something she'd probably have deep throated a carrot if it wasn't for the otter's shapely breasts bouncing right in front of her muzzle.

"Man, I can't believe the collar is that powerful," Whiplash noted. He was, as expected, fully erect. Watching friends having sex always had that effect on him, as if by magic. The kink might've not been exactly what he was into, but seeing the pure lust on Jay's face was what did him in. Well, that and seeing and hearing the otter moan each time she hilted herself on Jay's cock.

Vesith was watching, enraptured. He'd been collared by the jackal himself, and while he was certainly happy, he was equally happy it hadn't been with one of those_collars. Maybe he'd look good with boobs. Probably not though. What was _really_drawing his attention was the slippery sound of the otter's snatch sliding over Jay's cock, though, and doubly so _seeing it, her juices, mixed with precum, drooling down the shaft and over those shrinking balls.

In fact, he just had to have a taste. He glanced at Navah for permission, and the jackal replied with a knowing grin and a nod. Almost immediately the dragon dropped to his knees, sticking his warm snout against the underside of Jay's cock, letting those delicious juices smear over his nostrils. And his tongue, too, as he lapped up that intoxicating, lusty blend. He felt the kitty throb, already, and it seemed that his licking only encouraged those balls to shrink.

Then again, Vesith would lick her with equal eagerness regardless of what was between her legs. Especially after she'd been filled a few times.

"Come on," the otter ordered, her voice hoarse and deep with arousal. "No more thinking. Cum out all that smartness. I want to feel you throbbing. Cum yourself stupid!" she commanded, eyes burning with lust as she felt Jay approaching his climax. The cat's shrinking cock swelled up a little, for the final time it would in a while, her body obeying her lover as she raced towards a shattering climax.

With each gyration of the otter's hips, a few more worries were knocked loose, swirling aimlessly inside her dazed head. Then, the rest came out in a quick series of throbbing spurts. There wasn't much cum, barely enough to slicken the otter's body, and Jay's world melted into a hazy fog, her mental to-do list pleasantly empty and unfocused. As if she really had nothing else to do than just keep cumming. She did, unaware that her cock quickly shrank, balls drawing back into her body, and a few drops of her own cum dripping out of the otter and onto those forming lips.

All Jay could do was giggle. Cumming was so much fun. She was still happily bucking her hips, only managing to make her clit grind against the otter's mound, but it still felt amazing. There was, however, a growing need to have her new entrance filled, to be put to its proper use. After all, why would she have a buzzing warm cum-catcher between her legs if it wasn't meant to be enjoyed?

"Oh wow," she mumbled, as she finally opened her eyes, staring at her enormous new tits heaving with each breath. She was proud of them, the cat realized. They looked so sexy right there on her chest, especially how they bounced a little with each movement. "I'm so jiggly," she giggled.

"You sure are. Since you're such a good girl now, you know what else you need?" the otter churred, her face aglow and a little flushed from her orgasm. "A big swollen belly to match those big swollen tits. Remember how you helped me with that, a while back?"

She grinned, splaying her fingers over Jay's stomach and pressing firmly info the soft fuzz. "You have a cute little womb now, after all. And all you have to do is let one of our friends give you a nice spurt or two of cum, your body will do the rest. Isn't being a little bimbo slut fun?"

The otter was laying it on thick, but that was part of the fun for her. Emphasizing just what'd happen, and getting the cat to anticipate it. As sweet as being inseminated felt, the anticipation was even better, at least for her. Feeling every throb as the male got closer, feeling them clutch at her body as their thrusts grew more erratic and urgent. She was determined to have the cat get the full experience.

"How about you, Whip?" she asked, motioning for the hyena to come closer. "Poor little thing needs a nice thick cock to suck, too, so... Navah? Vesith?"

Navah replied with a mute smile. He had some plans of his own. But he'd have to wait until the cat was wound up enough to surrender to his idea quickly. Thus, he waited, though leaving his tapered shaft on full display, as he leaned back and watched.

Whiplash groaned. As always, he hesitated at the prospect of having kids. Then again, he'd probably had some already, and Jay was obviously both in need and very attracted to him in particular, with his strong, masculine build. Not that the cat's standards were very high, at the moment.

He was, however, still hard. So that's a positive vote from the cock, I guess, he thought to himself, sighing. The penis had its own desires, and ultimately, the whole point of these birthday parties was to have some fun among friends.

Jay shivered, and then giggled, squirming as she felt the otter's fingers dance across her newly-formed labia, splaying those plump lips wide and showing her off to the hyena and dragon. The effect seeing her sex like that had on males was so cute. The way they just couldn't stop staring just _totally_made her want to let them fuck her. They deserved it, being so adorable and sexy and eager, and there was a reason she had that happy little cum-catcher between her legs, after all! It was just there for cocks to enjoy. And tongues. Or just to rub against things to make her feel really good!

While the hyena hesitated, the dragon did not. He knelt next to Jay and offered his ridged cock to the cat. Immediately, she accepted the offers, with a happy purr as her plump, soft cock-sucking lips wrapped around Vesith's cock like it was an old friend, loving how hot and hard felt against them. Yeah, this was what her mouth was for. Not some stupid words or anything. All she had to do was moan and that'd be totally fine. She was good girl. A small droplet of precum smeared over her raspy tongue, the taste just barely noticeable, but still exciting her further, making her new pussy clench with desire. She needed something there, too, the emptiness was just getting unbearable.

Though dumbed down - her thoughts felt like warm sludge that just barely moved at all, stirred only by the sudden jolts of pleasure that even sucking Vesith's cock gave her - Jay wasn't too far gone to realize she was going into heat. She'd never experienced that before, always having had male parts. Yet, there was no mistaking what that feeling was. A tingling, spreading from what she thought was surely her womb, a deep internal wetness and heat that practically left her squirming. It wasn't unlike hunger, but it was lustier and more carnal. And there was only one thing that would sate it. She thrust her hips upwards, digging her claws into the sofa to spread herself wider, trying her hardest to lure that wonderfully masculine hyena in between her thighs, and his cock into her excited little pussy.

Well, she'll probably turn back to male once we take the collar off, anyway, Whiplash rationalized. So there's really no reason for me to not enjoy this. At least I'll get to say I fucked someone with boobs bigger than her head.

Not that he was actually going to say that. But the aching hardness of his cock needed to be taken care of, and in a storm, any port was fair game. Especially one as inviting and warm as the cat's. That was how Whiplash successfully convinced himself to at least fuck Jay once. There was a kind of primal, subconscious aspect to it, too. He didn't want kids, no, but there was no denying that his body at least wanted to cum inside the cat. It was basic biology.

So he hopped up on the sofa, the poor thing creaking under his weight but holding fast, and let Jay feast her eyes on the sight of him slowly pulling back his foreskin, revealing the pronounced and sensitive glans. One of his fingers traced over the glistening tip, smearing his precum over it. A few times, he ran his tip along Jay's new, juicy slit, letting her wetness slicken him up. Her heat felt incredible against him, and already his muscles were _twitching_with desire to just plunge himself into her and rut until he came.

The cat's ankles felt so thin when he grasped them, but despite the slim, feminine build, they still wrapped around his muscular rump tightly. He let his cock rest against her folds for a few brief moments, took a deep breath, and then let out a loud, dominant growl as he finally thrust, sinking a few inches into that warm, wet, blissful place.

Jay moaned out around the dragon's cock. Feeling another wonderful cock slip into her only made her want it more. She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder. Her tongue lashed over the ridges and along that cum-vein on the underside, swirling over the bloated head of his breeding rod. When Vesith started moving his hips, it felt like a victory, she'd successfully teased him into fucking her mouth! That meant he'd cum all over her tongue, too. That realization sent another clenching thrill through her unfamiliar but ever so sexy body.

She loved the way she could feel her big, eye-catching tits bounce each time the hyena thrusted. Mm-hmm. Like totally sexy, she purred. She loved the way Vesith's cock bounced in her muzzle, bucking against the roof of her mouth. More than anything, she loved how empty her head felt, but she couldn't quite remember why. The effect was, though, that she was entirely focused on the slick heat of their cocks and her own body, and how sexy being used like that by her horny friends felt.

The otter was there as always, rubbing her stomach, encouraging her. Those webbed fingers danced over her clit. It'd once been her cock, but having a tingling little pleasure-button felt much more appropriate for a slut like herself, it meant there were more ways to pleasure those sexy cocks while feeling great, herself. Those cunning touches and flicks over it, under it, around it, caressing her lips where they stretched around the hyena's cock nearly sent her into paroxysms. Jay was squirming, her legs trembling with the onset of an orgasm, and her own hands were both busy caressing the dragon's balls, trying to work those heavy orbs into draining their contents right down her thirsty throat.

It was driving her wild. Not that it'd ever not been an ecstatic sensation to get so physically appreciated by all her friends, but she felt more like a horny beast than ever before, not even caring about how she was drooling around Vesith's cock, or openly moaning when she pulled off briefly and hesitantly to gasp for air. This was exactly what she needed, a thorough dicking by everyone around. Hopefully they'd invite all their friends too, and have them take turns on her. Fantasies of just having an entire train of men take turns on her happy little pussy bubbled through the thick, warm, pink sludge that her mind felt like.

"Yeah, I bet you can feel him throbbing, can't you? Suck all that cum out of his balls," the otter murmured. Her teeth graced the rim of Jay's ear. "It's gonna be the tastiest thing ever, you horny little bimbo."

She walked behind the muscular hyena, cupping his heavy balls and pressing them against the cat's soaked slit as he thrust in.

"You're going to milk these dry, too. Just imagine all that hot, sexy cum filling you up. Breeding you," she continued.

Jay could only squirm. She'd never really thought about wanting kids, but she definitely wanted every drop of the hyena's cum. No, scratch that, more than anything she wanted to feel him cum. Feel that muscular body tremble as he spilled his seed into her, knowing that it was her sexy body that made him feel so good, just like it was designed to do. And feeling just how heavy his balls were against her slit, how swollen and warm they were beneath that coarse pubic fur was almost too much to bear.

Vesith didn't bother warning her when he came. Instead, Jay's eyes suddenly went wide as she felt the first rope of cum suddenly flood her mouth, the slimy heat splashing against the back of her throat. With her mind warped by the collar's magic, the cum tasted almost magical. Sweet, creamy, and addictive. Immediately, she wanted more, so much more. The second spurt came quickly as the draconic cock she was worshipping throbbed. Mm. Like he's so totally tasty. Jay sucked harder, the cum tasting like a fine sweet wine to her, something to be savoured and appreciated, rolled over her tongue and pooled in her mouth before being lovingly swallowed. The otter's fingers pressed gently against her throat to feel her swallow, and she did, without hesitation.

She pulled off enough that the third throb came with the dragon's cocktip just barely in the warm embrace of her lips. The next spasm of his cock coated her tongue with that delicious goo. Jay wished he could've kept cumming forever.

Vesith tried his best to oblige, but soon, his climax ebbed, spurts slowing to a slower oozing, and then, he was spent, fighting his urge to just slump over the cat. He pulled out with a shivering groan, and sat down next to Jay, watching as she licked her lips to get every last spilled drop of cum into her hungry mouth.

The hyena wasn't far behind. Somehow, seeing how eagerly Jay had sucked the dragon's cock had him on edge, and the intense tightness, wetness and heat massaging his cock weren't helping. The familiar, almost agonizing pressure was already building in his loins, his balls tightening against his body. Whiplash braced himself on the couch and fucked the petite cat with as much force as he could muster, his hips almost a blur as he hammered his cock into that beautiful soaked snatch, letting himself race towards the edge.

With nothing to busy her hands, now, Jay's claws dug into the hyena's hairy, muscular back, clutching as tightly as she cared, loving the feeling of being utterly ravaged and claimed and anticipating that sexy throbbing inside her. She was panting with need, teetering on the edge of a climax of her own, a wonderful sticky release. Her first one as a full woman.

It swept over her, like a wave of tingling pleasure that suddenly surged into something so powerful that her legs nearly cramped around the hyena's hips, a breathless moan erupting from her lips as her mind nearly drowned under that first wave of ecstasy, only to briefly fall back into full-body tingles, and then another sweeping wave. With each one, there was a faint swooping sensation inside her, the release much more deep-set in her body that those earlier male ones had been, and it was all she could focus on, helplessly trembling, quivering, and squealing. And each time, her silken inner walls clamped down around Whip's throbbing shaft, milking with a primal kind of desire, expressing her body's desperate yearning for his seed.

He didn't last long, after that. It wasn't as much the physical sensation, even though he loved that too. It was knowing that he'd fucked the little bimbo-cat into an orgasm that really got Whiplash over the edge, into a mutual release, his cock releasing its first thick barrage of warm, potent seed deep inside of Jay's spasming body. Then another. A third. He grit his teeth, growling and grunting, surrendering to those sensations and letting Jay take what she wanted from him; every drop of his plentiful cum, massaged from his balls by her milking squeezes and clenches, caressing every inch his manhood.

Feeling that sticky heat suddenly tickle at her very core pushed Jay into another orgasm. Cumming was so very easy now. All she had to do was to just lay back and float on waves of bliss, letting her pussy do what it wanted.

The hyena was spent, for at least a few minutes, and rolled off after pressing his lips against Jay's quickly, if only to avoid passing out on top of the small - but suddenly very curvy - cat, leaning back to enjoy that post-orgasmic happiness. And of course, being mildly anxious about the fact that there'd be a very real risk of him having kids now. Ah well, he'd done alright taking care of the otter's pups now and then.

"So, Jay," Navah spoke as the opportunity presented itself, his voice much calmer than his rock-hard cock might've suggested. "Would you want me to take the collar off?"

In that brief moment of clarity, Jay nodded, though with great hesitation.

"Or would you like me to let you enjoy some jackal cock too?" he offered as a contrast, running a pair of soft fingers around his length in demonstration.

Jay nodded again.

"So which one will it be, kitty?" he purred, leaning over the limp cat, stealing a lick along her neck, hooking another finger into her collar and giving it a gentle tug. "If you want the cock I'll lock the collar on you, and you'll be a dumb bimbo slut until we want otherwise. And you'll probably get pregnant if you stay female too, with all that cum inside you."

Jay shivered. She bit her lip, squeezing at her massive breasts as she tried her hardest to weigh the possibilities. Somehow she knew what she should_have picked, but she couldn't remember _why. Returning to being something else seemed so unimportant to her dazed mind, but the jackal's cock was right there¸ with an implicit promise of another mind-scrambling orgasm and a wonderful creamy filling, delivered deep into her in strong, thick spurts.

"Just spread your legs for me if you'd rather have the collar locked and stay all happy and dumb," Navah smiled. He held up a small, pink padlock, clinking the metal against the collar's ring, positioning it so one simple motion would lock it.

Jay bit her lip harder, but her body was already obeying the jackal's command. Why would she not want that cock that could make her feel so very good? Whatever, getting the collar off was probably unimportant; she certainly didn't need that to be happy, but she did need the cock.

And so, Jay spread her legs wide again, letting the jackal gaze at her folds, drooling with a thick strand of hyena-cum and wanting more still. She giggled as the jackal's cock tickled where it came to rest against her stiff, tingling clit.

Navah moved his hips ever so slightly, the tapered tip of his canine shaft prodding into the cat's body, between those plump and eager lips. He tried to draw the moment out. It was important to get every detail right, after all. To emphasize just how big a decision Jay had just made. He dipped his head towards the cat's heaving tits, snaking his tongue around and over her nipple. Then, in one smooth motion, he pressed the lock shut with a resounding click, and thrust inwards, sinking his cock deep into Jay's unprotected sex. The cat moaned out with shuddering joy, a sweet feeling of not only arousal but also relaxation, knowing that she'd not have to make any decisions now, letting her horny friends think for her instead. She felt safe, lusty, empty-headed, and she loved every moment of that final surrender to carnal bliss.

All Jay could think about how good getting fucked was making her feel. Every moment of it was so perfect that she was entirely caught right in the moment, all future plans and worries blown away by the sensation of the jackal's beautiful cock filling her. Except shopping, maybe. Yeah, she'd definitely have to get a sexy outfit. Maybe like a cheerleader thing or a super low cut shirt and even shorter skirt and-

She was brought back to reality by her own cry of pleasure, forced out by another jolt of pleasure as the jackal's knot kissed her lips, wetly.

"God yeah, fuck me even dumber," she begged. She was still thinking, unlike a good bimbo that just let her pussy guide her every action. This wouldn't do. Jay eagerly wrenched her hips upwards to meet the jackal's thrust.

Everything felt so good. Thinking about it was bad. She wanted to just lay there and enjoy a conga line of men, and maybe women too, all taking turns fucking her or sitting on her face so she could put her tongue to use too, and like, also sucking some cocks while she was at it. Feeling their cum, warm and plentiful inside her, oozing out along her fuzzy thighs. Maybe she'd not wear a skirt at all so all the men could use her more easily. And maybe not a top either so her massive tits could do their job of making all those cocks get like, super hard for her.

"Shush, kitty," Navah grunted as he thrust again. It was hard to resist the sex kitten that Jay had become, milking at his cock with such deep-set desire, but he intended to at least enjoy that new, oversexualized body for a little longer. "If I fuck you any harder you'll just be a drooling knot pocket, and we want you to at least be able to beg for it."

"Y-yeah! Like, I don't wanna be that dumb!" Jay whined. "I just wanna enjoy all the cocks!"

"Oh, you'll get to enjoy that. And getting pregnant too. With hyenas or jackals, I think..." Navah murmured. "Maybe we'll take the collar off once you're done with your first litter."

"What- nnf, collar?" Jay giggled. She'd entirely forgotten about the tight leather around her neck.

"This one," the jackal huffed, tugging on Jay's collar. "Never mind, just relax and enjoy," Navah sighed. Dumb as rocks. At least the rapturous bliss was plainly visible in her glassy-eyed stare, and her body was practically designed to provide pleasure. So there was no shame in him giving into his urges, which he promptly did.

The jackal gave a lustful bark, driving his knot into the moaning, squirming cat, and released, spilling his seed deep inside her fertile body in rich, thick gouts.

And for Jay, once those few remaining brain cells finally fired and she figured out what that delicious warm tickling feeling inside her was, she came too, shaking as she cried out with yet another climax, a symphony of shameless moans and groans that stuttered out of her in sync with every rhythmic squeeze of her pussy.

"Oh wow, that was a great show," the otter grinned, eyeing Jay's bulging belly. "Look at how full of cum she is!"

Vesith licked his lips. As much as he wanted to clean the kitty up, she seemed to enjoy being full of cum, and leaving it to pool against her new cervix for a while would help ensure that it took. The sight and scent of it alone had him quickly growing hard again, and by the time Navah managed to slip his swollen knot out - accompanied by a wet slurp - the dragon was already quite in the mood for a blowjob. Jay, of course, didn't hesitate for a single second before grasping that shaft and guiding it to her hungry mouth.

"Well, that was something, at least," Whiplash noted. "I think she might be hornier than me, at this point."

"Let's not exaggerate," Navah chuckled. The hyena mimed a bite. The otter laughed.

"So how long should we let her keep the collar? We'll need to bring her back to the world of the smarties one day," the otter grinned.

"At least until she's been through one pregnancy," Navah replied. He rolled the key between his fingers. "But I suppose we'll just ask her now and then."

"Isn't she always just going to say no? I mean, she definitely seems to be having fun," Whiplash remarked.

"Sure is, but at some point we'll at least let her make a reasoned choice about it. Besides, I already miss that cute cock of his," the otter pointed out.

"Well, we could always adjust the collar so she turns into a himbo instead," Navah smiled.

That was, perhaps, an idea for Jay's next birthday.