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He'd never told anyone his real power. Limited teleportation was strong enough already, but if people knew he could divest himself from the time stream and see and do whatever he wanted on his little jaunts, he knew how they'd react. No one he knew could possibly compete with that power - he'd be feared and hated by everyone. Forget invisibility - the invisible man had nothing on the abusability of freezing time.

And it might have stayed that way if he hadn't broken up with his Saluki girlfriend. He'd finally found someone he thought he could be truthful with, but as he was about to propose and explain the true extent of his mutant ability, she broke up with him. Because she'd found a community of other Saluki mutants and wanted pure-bred kids. She was a dog for Christsakes, but he was still being discriminated against, because the puppies wouldn't be cute enough!

He froze time, crying, and took the time (as it were) to bury the engagement ring in the backyard. Then he sat in front of his beautiful girlfriend for what must have been at least an hour. He touched her face, he hugged her, and he hardened his heart. That was the first time he considered abusing his power - punishing the woman he once loved by giving her the very thing she was breaking up with him over: mutts. But he couldn't then, and he still couldn't feel any arousal looking at that slender, white muzzle, her ears flowing down over her shoulders like rivers of gold.

Not her anyway, but he only visited Lake Constance a few times before depression and libido got the best of him. Jutta Schmidt was his gateway drug, a beautiful brunette who had called him Scooby and spat on him for daring to share a nude beach with her. She was diving off the pier when he froze time, his legs shaking as he walked to the edge of the board where she was suspended in air on the way up, his paws sliding between her thighs. He didn't know if Jutta was one of the women complaining about a surprise pregnancy, but she might have been, because he didn't hold back, knotting her while she was completely unaware, mid-dive. The fucking bitch had no idea why her form was so off when she hit the water, her legs still spread, and the water covered up any evidence of what he'd done.

Now, he often lost track of time, opening his eyes with those memories fading away. He had this stupid bitch to deal with now, his cock already poking the back of her throat. He put his hands on the back of the mother's head so she wouldn't move as he humped her, right in front of her unaware daughters. He gritted his teeth, his balls smacking her chin again and again with no effect. It was only the half-inch motion back and forth that would register to the woman, and he knew from a lot of experience that she'd only experience about a fifth of a second. Not enough time to register what was really happening to her.

Her mouth was warm though, and wet. Wherever his cock rubbed inside her, the particles activated, joining his time-frame however briefly, making her the perfect cock sleeve for the horny Great Dane. His long tail wagged as he used her, panting until his groans grew to a howl and he let himself go, tip buried in her throat. He didn't knot her, because that would break the woman's jaw, but he filled her stomach with abandon, knowing she'd barely be able to register a difference. Two, three, four times he pushed himself deep, pushing her head farther back than he meant to, pumping his rich cream into her unsuspecting belly.

With a satisfied groan, he pulled off the detestable creature, and sat back in the sand until his cock finally returned to normal. She knelt there, frozen in place, his cum now frozen inside her. He thought about leaving her a second gift, but she was too low to the ground and he didn't want to risk moving her quite so much. But the daughter on her left? Lying completely naked, on her back?

Could he keep up his stamina? Of course - he literally had all the time in the world.

He was panting as he crawled over the young girl, his paws sliding over her smooth body. She was a narcissist, meticulously shaving every inch of her body to better tan, including that little muff. Gently, he pushed a finger inside her, her frozen face unregistering, until he pressed neatly against her hymen. "A virgin," he sighed appreciatively. Breaking that would hurt her, but wouldn't cost him much time at all, and she was perfectly positioned to take him without much movement on her part. "If you're lucky, you're about to become a miracle mom, you insufferable cunt. Maybe they'll make a religion after you."

Licking her face and neck, he spread her legs just enough to get the angle that he needed, the six-foot-three Dane towering over the girl. His mostly sheathed tip pressed up against her warm, shaven slit, and Dane groaned as he pushed his way into the tight teen, slamming through the thin barrier. She was a bit dry, but that was fine by Dane, who started plowing the daughter, her mother still frozen uselessly beside her. Dane hadn't been planning to use them, but her mother's intolerance had betrayed her daughters completely.

He bucked her hard, but her transfixed sneer stayed in place, her mouth still open as she prepared another insult for him. He'd have kissed her if she weren't so much shorter than he was. As it was, his pecs lined up with her stupid face. No matter when he 'teleported', everyone looked stupid frozen in time, something he'd had to get used to. Panting, he focused instead on humping his shiny, red dick back and forth, really opening the little virgin up. With a grunt, he hilted inside her, his swelling knot still inches outside of her. He couldn't have tied if he wanted to.

Which meant he didn't have to hold back. After spreading her tight tunnel apart, it would freeze outstretched inside her, achingly full even when he pulled back. Only enough time passed for a few millimeters of her gaping pussy to squeeze back together, but it was enough to grip his cock again, the warm squeeze sending tingles up his spine. She wouldn't be so tight after he was done with her. What would she think had happened when he reappeared thirty feet away? The sudden shock of pain down there? Would she dare tell her mother? Dane doubted that.

Dane grunted, "I hope - nnngh - you're ready - *pant* - for puppies!" If he took inside her, she wouldn't know until her missed period, or later. He could just imagine her waiting another month to realize it wasn't a fluke. Her belly growing just like her sister's, stuffed with the grandpuppies their atrocious mom deserved. He wanted to hold off longer, but he was bottoming out in the tight teenager, his knot smashing up against her quivering lips. "Maybe you'll teach your pups to be polite to strangers!" he groaned, pushing deep and letting loose in her open, distended cunny.

He was drooling when he came back to his senses, the flood of Great Dane saliva striking the ground above the bitch's head. She might notice that, but she wouldn't notice the bubbling cream he'd left splattered up against her cervix. Pulling out of her with a satisfied moan, he crouched at her feet, enjoying the mess he'd made of her gaping pussy. Sometimes he'd risk leaving them a creampie, but this was not the time. Not with Kay monitoring anything and everything on the beach.

He located the robot dog, currently trying to talk to a young man at the edge of the water. She wasn't looking this way, but she had a suite of sensors he didn't even know about. He knew he shouldn't be taking any risks - VIGIL was literally investigating him right now. Maximus and Victory would have no chance of catching him, but the adorable Golden Retriever really might. Lowering his large muzzle to the girl's stretched out hole, he used the drool he'd accumulated to slurp the surface level cum right off and out of her. He'd gotten used to the taste of his own cum in the last several months, and he didn't mind it. He gulped and lapped and slurped until that hairless muff glistened clean, then dried her off with his fur. As a parting gesture, he pulled her legs back together, as close to possible where he'd found her.

"One down," he grinned, having spent enough time cleaning up to get more than a little hard again. Daughter two was turning over onto her front, her face resting against the beach towel, her knees underneath her, and her butt presented neatly in the air. She, like her sister, seemed to shave religiously, and Dane decided that the girl hadn't really said anything awful to him. But she hadn't defended him. So the least he could do was lube her up.

Paws grabbed her butt, thumbs opening up her labia, and suddenly she was stuffed with his bright red tongue, slurping up and down every crevice of her tight pussy. He could smell a bitch in heat, human or otherwise, and both girls were on their periods, which only made his balls twitch eagerly. She tasted so good - so ripe. He spent as long as he could possibly stand eating the young girl out, his cold nose pressed against her taint, unless he pulled his tongue back, panting and horny.

He paused only a moment to appreciate her unique vulva - every one looked different, but they all looked the best when they were frozen open and waiting, drool dripping down. He mounted her as best he could, the enormous mutant barely able to see the curled up young woman that felt so good straddled between his legs. Greasy tip searched until he felt her soaked cunny. Maybe the mom deserved a good ass-fucking, but not this girl. Instead, he lined himself up and humped forward like a randy dog, his fat cock sliding easily into her slippery hole.

"Oh yeah, that's it," he groaned, his paws gripping her thighs as he plumbed her depths. He was going a little too hard, his powerful thrusts lifting that ass up and down almost an inch. She was about to get just a tiny bit older, catching up a fraction of a second with her big sister. The gentle plap, plap of him bottoming out in her tight cunt reached his ears, but he knew that the sound would be long gone when he finally rejoined the time-stream. Only he would get to hear the pleasant slap of his balls against her thighs and he worked the girl through her first stretches.

Though they might not be her first, considering her hymen. He knew enough that not all girls were built the same way, and she might have a different structure, or have torn hers riding a bicycle or skiing. Or maybe she had already snuck off with, probably, a strong German boy that her mother would be proud of. Well, what would the old bitch think when her little darling had baby dogs? Leaning forward, he slid his paws around to her small breasts, cupping and gripping them as handholds as he laid into the young girl.

She was so tight, yet with a surprising amount of "give". This was more than bicycle riding - this girl was definitely not a virgin. Dane had to grin at the thought that when her belly began to grow, her boyfriend would be the obvious target, at least until the ultrasound. What would he say when he saw tails? Unless he was a mutant, too. Oh, well, it wasn't Dane's concern, he just enjoyed humping her raised rump, his glistening red rocket digging deep.

He realized the repetitive _slap_of his scrotum against her spread thighs had dulled, and with wide eyes, he glanced down to see that he was balls deep in the poor girl. Plump butt cheeks were squeezed up against his hips, his _entire_cock inside her. But when he tried to pull out of her, he felt the familiar tug of an early tie. "Sorry," he said to deaf ears. Dane knew he was a big boy, and it didn't take long if he hilted all the way in someone for his knot to seal him away. She was fine now, but he knew that by the time he reached his full size, she'd be stretched to the breaking point. So much for going easier on this one.

He wasn't about to shrink, so there wasn't much he could do but grunt, lean forward, and pump his hips even faster, his paws holding her mostly in place against his sharp, rapid thrusts. He panted and groaned as he swelled inside her human vulva, not at all designed for a knot his size. Soon, his bulge was pressuring her pelvis, lewdly spreading her nubile legs apart. He felt bad, but he also felt good, his huge, throbbing cock buried completely in her hot, wet, _fertile_tunnel. Wet squelches rang out through the air, her flesh distended around his thick dog cock. He grinded up against her cervix, barely able to move inside her as he finally reached his full size, plugging the young girl up completely. "You're gonna feel this one in a second..." he groaned.

And then he came, howling into the empty, otherwise soundless sky. Big dane balls clenched, and he knew that as tight as she gripped him, there was nowhere for his churning seed to end up than her trim, probably pristine womb. The bubbling flood of seed certainly wasn't going to escape through the wet seal of her bulging cunt. Drooling again (an unfortunate side effect of his floppy lips), he leaned just far enough forward that the river avoided the back of her head, landing on the beach towel. Maybe she'd think some...sunblock had leaked or something. But she would definitely notice her smooth, slender belly filling in a fraction of a second. He put his paws on her stomach, proud as her little baby chamber pushed outward to handle all the dog cum that was searching around inside her.

He groaned and jerked within her for who knows how long - he always lost track of time when he wasn't actually in the time stream. But finally his stamina waned, thoroughly breeding the blonde bitch. Then came the guilt. This was one reason he often tried to avoid the knot. Thirty minutes in his own head, in the silence of null-time was maddening. He was still steadily squirting, his knot refusing to budge, so he just had to wait, crouched over the oblivious teenager, wondering if he should really have let his libido lead him to punish her for her mother and sister's crimes. He didn't know for sure whether this girl shared those repulsive views. He sighed, once again confirming that he wasn't really a hero, despite all he'd done for VIGIL. He had to keep this part of him a secret - from everyone.

With a grimace, he finally pulled out of the girl, glancing down to view the damage. She was truly gaping open, but there was only a thin tail of cum greasing the underside of her quite visible vagina. Sure enough, he'd plastered the teen's womb and left her stretched to the point of breaking. I'm a disaster, he thought. But once again, despite the guilt, he knew he was going to cover this up as best he could. His breath recovered, he waited for his dick to retreat back to his sheath. He'd learned at least one good trick, planting his lips up between her legs and sucking her back together so that she wouldn't wake back up with her cunt spread wide. Wouldn't change the fact that her muscles were going to be sore for a week for no obvious reason, and he didn't know what she'd think about her sudden baby-batter belly.

Dane didn't want to think about these three anymore. Steeling himself, he stomped the sand in front of where he'd been standing, to provide the illusion of a teleportation, then walked thirty paces away, taking care to sweep the sand behind him with one foot to remove any obvious new footsteps. Stomping again, he finally slipped back into the time stream, the sand spraying upward at both his departure and arrival point. He didn't look back, but his ears were perked to hear if any of the three could manage to piece together why they were suddenly coughing on his cum, slick between the legs, or bloated with a full load of cum. But like always, they knew something was wrong, but couldn't piece it together. People couldn't imagine a world without time.

But Kay maybe could. He glanced her way, grateful that she'd been facing away and talking to someone else. Still, she had a number of sensory nodes that she placed when investigating, and he knew he was taking a big risk. His heart skipped a beat as the Golden Retriever started running over to him. Had she detected something?

"That was fast," she said as she arrived.

"What?" Dane asked, sweating.

"You only spoke with them for 15.47 seconds."

He always forgot that what must have been an hour for him had been just a millisecond for everyone else. "Oh. Yeah. They were...pretty unhelpful. How about yours?"

She shook her head. "It's not him and he doesn't know anything."

Nodding, he said "You look flustered."

She was sniffing the air. Dane tried not to react, but he realized she could probably smell something was up. She was young - had she catalogued the smell of sex already? He should have washed himself off. But perhaps his fears were unfounded, as she only said, "He was very dismissive of me."

"He doesn't know what he's missing," the tall anthro replied with a smile. "I'll try - scheisse! Is that Andrea?" He wasn't acting, though the distraction was timely. Hopefully Kay would be more worried about his feelings about his ex-girlfriend than any strange smells she noticed. He took his leave to go speak to the white-furred devil woman, if only to get away from the inquisitive, fast-thinking K9AI.

Talking to Andrea, of course, was worse. The stuck-up bitch was as unhappy to see him as he her, and he knew he didn't have to bother asking any questions. Dane knew exactly who was behind the mysterious impregnations. As much as he wanted to punish the Saluki, he wouldn't - he just wouldn't - give her the litter that he'd wanted from her. It'd serve her right, but he wouldn't even consider touching her disgusting body again.

He was gruff with Kay when he finally extricated himself from that unpleasant small-talk filled with barely hidden resentment from both parties. He pointed to the next beach goers - the two lynx mutants Kay had mentioned. "Me or you?"

"You can - I hate cats," Kay.

The female was tiny, only four feet tall, and they were bickering when he got there, a fresh reminder of his own interaction with Andrea.

"Come on Diedrich. Who cares if they notice - it's a nude beach."

"I don't want people looking at us. Or looking at you."

But it was a few sentences later that piqued Gate Dane's interest.

"Come on, be a man. Show them all that I belong to you."

"Y-you're always like this when you're in heat..." the male protested.

She just continued, "Throw me down and claim me, in front of everyone, like a real male."

Already Dane's heart was racing. She didn't know just how easy it would be for him to do what she asked, and no one would know - not even she. Considering VIGIL's mission, he probably shouldn't indulge her in the normal time stream...

"Excuse me, folks. May I have a moment of your time?" he asked politely, standing behind the two at his impressive six feet and three inches. Looking up at him, the first thing they'd noticed was his nude, muscled body and plump, brown sheath. Judging by the girl's widening eyes, she liked what she saw.

She stood, eye-level with the large dog's sheath. Without batting an eye, the purring lynx said "Maybe you could help me. My boyfriend's too shy to take off his trunks. You don't seem to have that problem."

She was having the effect she wanted...on both males. Dane had to grit his teeth to keep from showing as he managed to say, "Ma'am, I'm really just here to ask a few questions."

"Tell him that no one's going to look at us just because our swimsuits are off. It's a nude beach!"

"Sofia, leave him out of this!"

Dane shook his head. "My mother taught me not to lie. He'd definitely draw some admirers, yes, but not as many as you."

Blushing, the female doubled down, and now Dane was starting to wonder if he played his cards right, he might not need his power. "You like what you see?" she said, posing for the large mutant. "Well, since Diedrich is too much of a pussy, maybe I need to upgrade to alpha dog..."

He groaned as the lynx stepped closer, reaching a paw out to twirl it in Dane's belly fur, just a half-dozen inches above his impressive, dark-brown sheath.

"Sofia!"

"I'm game if you are," he panted down at her. "Just...follow me to the showers and I'll give you what you need..." Despite his best efforts, his bright pink tip poked just out of his plump sheath.

Eyes transfixed, she gulped. She said, "Why wait?" She slipped her paws to her bikini bottom, sliding it down right there in front of her outraged boyfriend, revealing her fur-covered crotch and cute little bobbed tail. She let the suit fall down around her feet. "Diedrich might learn something, and we'll be done long before the cops arrive."

"Sofia, stop that, this instant!"

She turned to her boyfriend. "Come on, Diedrich, I was just kidding. I'm not going to do it with a stranger in front of you. You can be such a moron!" She reached down to grab her swimsuit, her legs locked, easily flexible enough to touch her toes, that pretty little lynx rump not even three feet off the ground.

Dane growled. He'd have let her off the hook if she hadn't taken it quite so far. Now he was staring right at her plump, bare rump, bob tail up and revealing her little pink slit. A pussy in heat that was just begging for a big fat litter of puppies. Without waiting another second, he froze time, sinking to his knees to get a good, long sniff of her rich, fertile scent.

A four-foot tall lynx would never be able to take him, much less his knot, but he was sure he could poke his way in deep enough to splatter her pretty good. Besides, it's what she wanted, right? Diedrich would never step up, that much was clear - the boy wouldn't even drop his trunks. Now if he could just find some lube or something, he might just...

The girl's bag was on the beach, half open. He could root around in it all he wanted, and they'd be none the wiser - even if it changed locations quickly, their brains would just think some sort of trick was being played on them. She seemed way too interested in satisfying her heat with this cat boy to be totally unprepared. Leaving her bent over (she'd be patient for him, he was sure), he zipped the bag open.

And found the largest dildo he'd ever seen. Lube, too, conveniently. She'd invested in what looked like a training toy - it could be adjusted to different girths, and had nubs to mark each inch of depth. But it was set up to be three inches wide, almost as wide as he was. No way the little cat with her little slit could fit that thing, no matter the lube!

"What are you doing with Diedrich?" he asked into the void. He glimpsed a notebook - no, a journal. The lynx kept a diary. He skimmed through a bunch of bullshit teenage drama (she was nineteen, apparently) until he found it. Two weeks ago, an entry about the dildo, which she called Vlad (the impaler). It read, "Twelve inches deep, four inches wide. It hardly seems possible, but I can do it!"

Panting, Gate Dane flopped the journal on the ground. No cat cock could satisfy this ambitious feline. Grabbing the lube, he took the time to delicately slide his slicked fingers into her tight pussy, swirling the goop around inside her. He was careful not to move her too much, to keep her time steady. "H-how?" he asked, though, her lips parting so easily. Yes, she was in heat, and yes she'd been training herself, but she was looser than those human girls a foot taller than she! Maybe he was underestimating the slippery slut - he was only an inch deeper and an inch wider at the knot than she'd already managed. He was panting now, his face inches from her raised rump, a paw on each butt cheek. But he didn't want to take a lick with the jelly all over, despite the intoxicating scent. No - he'd better get it over with, and find out once and for all just how much cock this cooter could take.

With Sofia bent over to grab her bikini bottoms, just feet away from where her boyfriend watched with glassy, frozen eyes, the horny canine pressed his pointed tip to the cat's tiny little cunny and squeezed forward. She was warm, and wet, and tight as she stretched lewdly around his fat cock, getting the real thing for once. She'd literally asked him to take her then and there, in the depths of her heat, and he was more than happy to oblige. "Nnngh!" he grunted, managing to wedge himself at least halfway in before it became tough and slow-going. He tugged back on her hips carefully, to move her as little as possible, humping his hips forward, but he'd only peeled her three inches wide and she was already straining.

"Fuckin' tight," he growled in compliment. He stared down past her bobbed tail to watch with gritted teeth as he slid his engorged, glossy cock into her straining folds. But he knew she could take it - he just had to take it slow. Leaning forward, he grabbed her around the waist, holding her in place as he started to hump more eagerly, tugging out with a squeak of wet flesh before slamming up into her until his cock could go no deeper. Sure enough, each hump pushed himself a little bit deeper, until she was stretched taut around the middle of his dick. That was the first challenge, but hardly anything compared to his knot! Licking his lips, he gave a quick thrust forward and sank the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt.

"Oh!" he gasped, his tip nestled up against her waiting cervix. He'd managed to pull her flush with his erection, but it was a close fit at 15 inches. When his knot did swell, she'd have to bulge outward to account for his extra length - no small feat for a feline with no pliable canine spade. But if she could take four inches, she'd manage his five. Well, she'd_have_ to. The lynx was a perfect fit as far as he was concerned, pressure squeezing down from all angles as she bulged inside, fed her first real dog cock. With the first _real_consequences swinging back and forth between his legs. "What a cute little cockslut," he panted, petting her back and sides as he worked himself back and forth.

But as his knot grew, he noticed immediately that her gaping pussy wasn't holding to him. The tight, pink flesh slid off his bulge, content to grip only the dog's shaft. He was only half-full and already, the cat was straining? "Oh no, you don't," he growled, humping forward. "I'm gonna make you a dildo expert." Gritting his teeth, Dane once again began to squeeze himself inside carefully, trying to balance behind the kitty cat. Even so, she seemed unable to take it all, even to the level she'd managed before.

"Gunna need a better grip," he panted, time, for once, not on his side. If he swelled any more he'd have no way of knotting the four-foot lynx. He'd have to take a small risk - he'd have to give her a fraction of a second back. Surely she wouldn't notice anything that quick. Grabbing her hips, the six foot three behemoth shoved the lynx forward, ensuring that she landed in the sand, her hands spread out beneath her. The impact made the sand spray out in all directions, frozen in the air, but more importantly, it put Sofia on all fours, her bobtail hiked up, still bulging around his cock.

"That's better," he groaned, sliding into position behind her. Now he could really _thrust_without worrying about pushing her so far forward that she'd gain anymore time. "You're gonna be amazed the next time you try out Vlad..."

With that, he began to hump with abandon, slamming his growing knot against her pink slit, now stretched into a taut, straining "o". He just needed that coital 'kiss' to be on the other side of his knot. He hammered forward, more sand launching into the air with his more fervent thrusts, but he could only get her a third of the way up his massive bulge. Frustrated, he grabbed the scruff of Sofia's neck and tugged backwards, hands firmly tugging her back, her frozen, expressionless face completely unaware of the horny hound on her back.

Well, she'd feel something as soon as he rejoined the time stream! Unlike the human girls he'd fucked, there would be no way to hide her acheing pussy. Not once he knotted the flirty little tease. He bit down and worked himself deeper, feeling around with one hand. He was nearly four-inches wide already, and the cat was almost at the half-way point. He just had to get her past that, and the rest would work itself out. Grunting, he gave her a little more time, pumping his hips like a feral dog as he felt her stretch out around his fat bulb. One more, powerful thrust, and -

Squelch!

Her vulva slipped past the halfway point, and suddenly the pressure was relieved by going deeper. Her tight pussy squeezed wetly around his swollen glands, pulling him deep, deeper, until his baculum grinding once again against her unprotected womb. He patted her bulging cunt, the soft, white fur a throbbing, fat sphere four inches in diameter. Now to expand her capacity!

She was so impossibly tight. He could barely hold on, letting go of her scruff to bite his lip, lest he give it away before he was fully engorged. He could only shove himself back and forth a centimeter now, which was probably for the best, considering the amount of time he'd given the lynx back. Panting and drooling onto her back, he enjoyed the tight pussy until he felt himself grow, expand, to full size. "There you go, babe - five inches!" he growled, glancing down at the journal in her bag.

Huh, he thought, realizing it had turned the page when he flopped it back down. The next line after announcing she can do it was "I just have to work up to it over the next few months. I'm already up to three inches wide and eight deep!"

That was from two weeks ago. Her limit wasn't four - it was three. She'd maybe gotten Vlad nine inches deep by now, not the thirteen he was plugging her with now. Well, she was at five inches wide now and there was nothing he could do to change that. For all the time he had, he couldn't go_backwards_. "Fuck!" he growled, realizing that he was going to be leaving little Sofia with a bit of a sore spot after this. Would she tell Deidrich? Would she suspect him? If only he'd read a bit more carefully!

Too late to worry about it now. Groaning, he pumped and strained against her kitty cunny, her insides positively cinched around him. Despite how hot it was, he couldn't help but feel guilty for obliterating the girl's cunt like this, and on top of everything, he was going to leave her a full load straight into her heat-primed womb. She hadn't really deserved either thing, and normally Dane was a lot more careful choosing who to fuck over. But her teasing had aroused the beast in him, and now she'd never be the same. Howling into the void of space-time, he rocked back and forth, balls tightening up as they started to churn against her widespread thighs. At least he'd helped her reach her goal in record time!

"Sorry!" he panted, and he came. She was fuller than she'd ever been before, his tapered tip squeezed up against the only outlet for his first, thick squirt, and he could tell every drop launched straight into the mutant's ready womb. Sliding a paw to her stomach, he grinded his hips and felt her expand, bloating her belly with each splurt! Chest heaving, he laid fully into her, tip poking forward and plugging her cervix, his third load of the day still quite full and virile. Just like her distended pussy, he'd leave her tight little womb absolutely sloshing with dog cum. He felt bad, and then he felt worse when he realized how much it turned him on that he was leaving her with perhaps the most obvious evidence of abuse he'd ever risked.

"Fuck!" he panted, collapsing on her back, still spurting inside her. He'd be tied for quite some time, and he was stuck with his thoughts, looking down at her surprised face. Right now, she was just surprised by getting knocked over, but when he finally rejoined the time stream, she'd have plenty of new feelings to be shocked about. Would she piece it together? The pain in her cunt, the bloating? Would she connect it to him?

He usually lost track of time, but now he was absolutely aware of the forty-five minutes he had to wait, tied and bulging in the lynx's pussy, still filling her womb. She had a little pot-belly now, and he knew she was in heat. She wasn't pregnant yet, but the second he resumed time...the flood of squirmy little dog seed would splatter her egg or eggs, and she'd be a new momma. He spared Diedrich a glance, but he couldn't work up the same kind of sympathy for the weakling boyfriend. She wasn't going to end up with that boy in the long run either way.

Finally, he shrunk back to the three-inches she was used to, and then two inches, and the pressure sort of slowly popped her off his knot. Groaning, he pulled back, a strand of cum still connecting his tip to her now-gaping tunnel. He'd absolutely wrecked her. For what? Fucking hell, he was supposed to be better than this.

He did his best to make things right, and to hide the evidence. She was just awash in glistening white cum, and he painstakingly lapped up every visible drop. But he couldn't do anything about the ballooning belly. He suckled her until her pussy pulled back together, but there'd be no hiding the pain in her tail when time restarted. You couldn't pound a girl five inches wide and expect her muscles to be fine with it. He did his best to reset the bag to where it was before.

"Sorry, Sofia," he said again, standing on shaky legs. His ear twitched. He knew he was the villain. He turned around -

And saw Kay staring right his way. Of course, she was frozen in time, and sixty feet away, but she'd been watching the whole time. How much could she see in the eighth of a second he'd given Sofia? Who knew what sensors she'd been employing at the time? She wouldn't be able to see him at all, but a glimpse of the lynx falling over, gaping open around an invisible cock? Just how high resolution were her eyes?

Worry about Sofia faded quickly into worry about himself. But when he talked to Kay after painstakingly masking his footsteps in the sand, he was surprised at his luck. The aching, well-bred lynx didn't cry out or accuse anyone of anything, probably too confused to understand what happened. And Kay...just seemed like Kay. If she suspected him, she didn't show it, and before too long, they were at the bar where Maximus and Vicky were goofing off and talking to the bartender.

When he finally saw an opening to talk, Dane said, "I've gotten no good info from the beachgoers, either. Kay said she had a potential lead?"

"Nothing above a 65% likelihood yet. But there's definitely something weird going on at this beach," the dog said, looking down. Dane perked his ears, his heart speeding up. He tried to calm himself down - the AI could definitely monitor heartbeats.

Victory said, "How do you mean? Everything has seemed completely normal."

But Kay shook her head. "I'm detecting physical anomalies that are unexplainable by modern science."

Max said, "Like a black hole?"

Dane added, "A pregnancy black hole?" Humor helped him deflect his stronger emotions, but fear was starting to grip him. It had to be him she was detecting, but could she connect the dots?

The A.I. sighed. "Not dense space. Dense time. Look, I need to take additional measurements before I can be more sure."

Dane reached over the bar and grabbed a mug, pouring himself a beer with a nice thick head while the bartender was distracted. He needed a drink - bad. She was definitely on to him, and she'd mentioned _multiple_anomalies. How long until she saw the commonality between those calculations and his "teleporting"? All he could do was drink and stop himself from using his power, waiting for the shoe to drop. Well, if he was gonna get caught, he'd prefer it be done by Kay. The girl could use a win.

He might have gotten away with it, except for the simulated sex going on a few stools down. His fear and jealousy combined with the buzz of the beer, and he snapped, "It's a nude beach, not an exhibition, guys."

Vicky was straddling Maximus, her bare breasts pressed against his chest, her hips squeezed up against his. She ignored him long enough to kiss the meathead, before saying, "Mind your own business. I think there are some poop bags in the van."

Dane blinked. He'd been dangling off the edge of a cliff for weeks, doing evil when he knew what good meant, his frustration bubbling out of him in small and big ways, one of the few bright spots in his life being Victory, and she spent all her time with an idiot just because Max's superpower made him attractive instead of "a dog". Now, she threw that in his face, minutes before he expected to be confronted by the group and thrown in prison. Freezing time wasn't much use once you were in a jail cell! "You, too? I expect the dog jokes from Maximus. Yeah, well, fuck you."

The alien stood, straddling Maximus temporarily as she pushed herself out of his lap, saying, "Dane, I'm -"

Bamf.

He saw Kay on the ground, waiting patiently. She might well be looking for the next time anomaly, and it was happening now. She'd see it either way. He cursed himself out for helping her connect the dots, but he didn't care. Tears were in his eyes and he knelt in the sand next to the bar stool he'd been sitting on.

First those Nazi bitches, the teasing little lynx, now this. Even though he'd been in a tight embrace with four sluts, he'd always been alone. Andrea had made him feel seen until she didn't, and since she tore out his heart, Gate Dane had had nobody. Just the vaguest connection to Victory and Kay, and one saw him as a dog, and the other was about to discover just how terrible he truly was. It was too much.

She'd taken things too far, his hands gripping together into fists. Wiping away his tears onto the time-frozen ground, he stared at Vicky, bent over Max's lap, her hands nestled against his hairless chest. She wasn't going to get away with that bullshit! He growled, the sound echoing through the timeless void, standing on shaky knees.

This was it. Rock bottom. He stood behind Vicky, looking her over. Her digitigrade feet spread, her naked ass hiked as she tried to stand up from Max's lap. Her tail wasn't unlike some dogs in length, though her skin was smooth, and the stub did nothing to hide the reptilian slit between her ample cheeks. He'd watched her grow further and further away from him and closer and closer to Maximus, the asshole getting the girl. Well, she didn't know that Gate Dane was the real asshole. A true alpha, and he'd show her as much.

Kneeling behind the progenitor of the human race, Dane placed a paw on each butt cheek, spreading her gently apart. She only had one hole, and he took a deep sniff of her cloaca, stirring the scent particles into his timestream. She smelled truly intoxicating, and he wondered at a less familiar scent. If the Nylari were like Earth life, she'd have a season, and this might well be a sign of it, alluring tendrils of aroma dancing around his wet nose. These aliens had interbred with cavemen to produce_Homo sapiens_, and he was mostly that. Like the Nazi bitches and lynx before her, Vicky was in heat, but this time he paused.

What if Kay didn't catch him? Knocking up Vicky with puppies wasn't going to go over so well! But he was furious with the bitch, and just...done. He knew he'd be caught sooner or later. Might as well go out with a bang! Squeezing a bit too hard on her rump, he opened his mouth and_engulfed_ her sweet-smelling pussy, finally getting to know her tight tunnel personally. She was soft and pliable, parting easily for his tongue, tasting very different from the humans he'd sampled. Nose pressed up against her tail, he slurped and slurped, getting a sense of her size as she spread out wide.

She could take him all the way to the hilt and barely notice. Gulping what juices he'd uncovered, he pulled back and stared up at her concerned face. She was regretting what she'd said. "Too late, bitch," he panted, tears streaming down his face. He stood now, gently patting her now-gaping hole. His sheath was pulled back, bright red cock straining now. Placing a paw on either side of her waist, he hunched over the Nylari, pausing with his prick brushing her glistening pussy.

No, no, stop! Stop! his conscience squealed in his head. But just past her concerned face was Max's gloating smirk. He was so confident in his invincibility, but that wasn't going to save Victory. His hatred of that man pushed him over the edge. Clenching his eyes shut, he could still see Maximus grinning like an idiot, seeing every time he held Vicky, kissed her, showed off for the Dane. And now he was going to sit there, smiling, as his girl got knocked up right in front of him!

Thrust!

Gate Dane held onto the Nylari's firm rump and pushed forward, tight alien tunnel squeezing around his overworked cock. This is who he had wanted to fuck, while he was wasting his time with the beach-goers. This was the girl who should have been his, who laughed at his jokes, who_almost_ saw him as a person. Well, the dog in him had won, now. He was careful not to move her, where she crouched, perched on Max's lap. With a wet pop! he pushed into her, and with a_squelch_ he was out, her pussy squeezing neatly across his entire length. He'd never felt so good, while also feeling so, so_bad_. He had to open his eyes and sneer at Maximus to keep up his courage, glaring at the man and Dane fucked his woman.

She was the perfect fit, Dane grinding deep against her innermost chamber with each thrust before pulling back with just his tip grinding against her scaly labia. He pumped faster, harder, and soon his hands were curved around to grasp her breasts, not her waist. He was panting now, squeezing and massaging her large, bare breasts. "Why?" he asked her, voice ragged. "Why couldn't you just -"

But it wasn't her fault. Not really. A dumb joke, at the wrong time. She wasn't the broken one. _He_was. He fumbled at her chest, bucking and groaning, angry and sad, every moment those feelings bouncing off her reptilian skin to land firmly where it really belonged - to him. "I could have loved you," he whispered, the sound waves destined to never stimulate her inner ear. He groaned and pumped his hips, bottoming out in the reptile again and again. His thrusts shortened and he felt his knot swelling, just inside her rough cloaca. "Fuck, Vicky..." he sobbed. "I'm so sorry..."

But he held himself deep, every second locking them tighter and tighter, until her vulva bulged out nearly as far as her stub tail, stretching perfectly around his fat, Dane knot. It was like she was made for him. There, in front of everyone, he was knotted and tied in her hot alien hips, their loins in perfect harmony as he cucked Maximus right to his cocky, smirking face. Paws sank to her belly, running along the smooth scales to find no belly button. Her abs worked the same way though, strong and sleek, and he held her there when he slammed forward and came, balls unapologetically pumping spurt after spurt of rich, compatible cum into her Nylari womb. How did he still have any to give? His Great Dane balls always lasted, but now he was cumming like his life depended on it, drowning that alien belly, his paws feeling the way she bloated gently out. Her taut abs stretched like she'd eaten a big meal, but Dane knew it was really his semen, seeping through her and searching for any and all Nylari eggs. His knot held tight, keeping every drop inside until his balls ached from the effort.

Panting, he was done. With her. With VIGIL, with his own life. He felt dull, numb, almost as timeless as the frozen world around him. Was there time? He stood there for a while, until his knot faded, and he pulled out of her. Tears came again, but he fought them back, going through the motions, instead. He felt dead as he licked her out, removing any surface evidence of his crime, other than her swollen womb. He slurped until her vagina squeezed back together, and dried her sloppy cloaca with a napkin from the bar.

And then he cried until he couldn't cry anymore. And then he slept, still trapped in time. His body would eventually need to eat, but the hunger was nothing - like no sensation at all. There was no clock. He didn't know how long he lay there, feeling nothing. The anger, the hate were still there. But they'd become a part of him. They were him.

Dane opened his eyes.

He could save himself. Kay might discover him this very second, standing so close to him and Victory. She'd be warmer, his scent would be all over her, her belly would expand noticeably for the robot. But he could just as easily walk over to the Golden Retriever and sever her spine. He could crush the mechanics that make up her memory and her brain. Would the other two suspect him? He could kill Victory, too, and possibly even the invincible Maximus.

He was a God among men, and no one could stop him.

Except for he himself. He couldn't hurt K9AI. Not like that. He'd proven he could hurt Vicky, but to kill her? He felt bad for even thinking these thoughts, despite never really considering it. He could run. They'd never find him. But where would he go? Why would he? So he could live an empty life in Argentina, hurting others and having no one? Today was proof that he was worth nothing to no one.

Ever so slowly he stood up. Going through the motions, he smoothed the sand every step until he was standing out by the water, taking a deep breath. Time to face the music. He wouldn't run. He wouldn't beg. He just had to make sure he never looked Kay or Vicky in the eye.

Bamf!

The wind began to blow, the birds resumed their flights from their suspension in the air, and Gate Dane took a deep breath of Lake Constance. His ear perked up - he expected Vicky, but it was Kay - four feet, not two. He didn't dare turn his head, but he sat down in the sand as she neared, sticking his feet in the water. Kay was quiet, sitting a good distance away.

He spoke first. "Well?"

"I know," she said, and it was clear what she meant.

He nodded slowly, understanding, unsurprised. "So this is it? I won't try to stop you."

But she surprised him now. She glanced over at him, and he could hardly believe her next words. He'd promised he wouldn't look at her, but his eyes went wide and he stared at her, dumbfounded as she spoke and everything he'd been thinking for the past several minutes, hours, even _weeks_flipped completely upside down.

"I don't have to turn you in, you know."