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Growing up poor, Mina had no idea how the upper crust really lived. Sure her parents had made a decent living, yet with several litters of kits they could never really afford a luxury. A limo was definitely a luxury. Just a glance at the interior had her star struck, the leather and felt running under her inquisitive paw a joy all its own. That was before she noticed the minibar, the intercom, and even the mini fridge. She had but a moment to take it in before a paw smacked her wide rump, a yip mixing with the obedient scramble inside the luxurious interior. With a glance back she saw the glowing eyes of her boss, the low light of the company garage making that ebony fur shimmer before the herm panthress climbed in beside her.

The trip to the limo had been surprisingly free of embarrassment, the vixen's gluttonous experience ending up keeping them all more than an hour past quitting time. Only the janitor, a kindly old dog she rather liked, remained to see her walk out swollen, topless, and plastered, his tail wagging and his pants tightening at the sight and smell while Mina'd muttered a goodnight. Heather didn't seem to mind at all, simply ushering her along until they came to the long, black limo. Now seated comfortably within, the vixen's fur matted with cum and her belly and tits jiggling at the slightest motion, she sat quietly as the car pulled out. The windows weren't tinted, but in the low evening light it didn't matter much anyway...until Heather turned on the indoor light. "Getting used to showing off is going to be important from now on. Who in their right mind wouldn't want to savor such a lovely pet?" With a small whine Mina's big turquoise eyes pleaded with her boss, only to meet a wide smirk. "And not just that sexy body. After today your countermeasures aren't going to cut it, and I can already smell that heat building in here..." With a long sniff the feline closed hir eyes, shivering slightly as hir skirt tented. "I think you'll need to...distract me until we get you to your Mistress. You're so close; it would be a real shame to disappoint hir now, wouldn't it?"

It took but a moment for the swollen vixen to grasp her boss's meaning, the soft rolling of the vehicle jostling her newly expanded assets even as she moved into position. The spacious interior was large enough that she could set that huge tummy down on the floor with room to spare, her paws gently slipping the skirt from the panthress' throbbing spire. The scent of musk and pre sung in her mind, the teasing patience of the large feline building up a heady aroma that had her drooling copiously. The pink flesh stood out against the midnight background, the barest touch making the tip spit a wad of sticky pre across her muzzle. Thick and juicy as her previous hyper partners, Heather's cock thrummed in Mina's grip as those balls churned out fresh cream. Lost to the sights and smells, the vixen no longer cared that anyone outside could look in and see what she was doing. All that mattered was the taste now oozing over her tongue, the power behind each heartbeat traveling up and into her skull as the barbed spire prickled her mouth. Every new dick had been its own set of sensations, and this one was no different. Already she was imagining it plowing inside her, sowing litters with each tug along those sensitive walls, her untouched pussy soaking her thighs and making the small compartment foggy with her unnatural fertility.

With a lewd rowl Heather's paws clenched around Mina's head, holding her tightly as if trying to keep hirself from mounting the foxy bitch right there. Thick hips rolled in time with the vixen's bobbing head, slobbery sounds mixing with their moaning as the fifth cock of the day spread her throat wide. "Prrrrrrrrr~ I've been waiting for this for months! Do you know how many times I saw that ass of yours waggling in my face, wanting nothing more than to pounce, pin, and breed?" A gurgled question mark was all Mina could manage, cheeks burning from the revelation of being an unintentional tease. "Every damn day. Even when you didn't see me. Watching that tail sway, rrrrrrrrowl~ I've had my spot reserved for cream injections since we hired you~"

The half-lidded look on Mina's face, cheeks pink and ears drooping, made plainly clear the vixen was fully enraptured as she gorged herself on that fat cock. A lifetime of trying to deny her cravings, and within one evening she'd gone full addict. The way her bushy tail swayed back and forth in a lazy wag, her tongue slathering copious drool over the shaft in her gullet, was proof enough to the domineering herm that the fox's training had been a smashing success. Hypers were already a minority, and submissive hyper females were one of the rarest of true hypers. It remained to be seen if she was one of 'those' hypers, but that would be discovered soon enough. If she was...nnnfff... Gold mine. There simply weren't enough viable females to go around that could sate the massive needs of hypers. Mina might be a means of fixing that shortfall, and their organization had been investing in that potential for nearly a quarter century.

The feline's fingers curled through the vixen's wavy locks, savoring the hot wetness of the demure bitch's throat and struggling to follow through with the plan. Genevieve had certainly needed to be punished for breaking the rules, but FUCK this bitch was good! It would almost be worth the reprisal to end up 'delayed'. Still, the panthress hadn't become a ranking member by bowing to hir instinctual whims. With a rough tug, Mina's cock-muffled yelp mixing with the rumbling growl of the horny feline, Heather caught the little junkie's gaze. "Mmmph...one last thing, pet. You're not to get me off. No questions, no complaining. You do as you're told, right?" A look of disappointment filled the bitch's gaze, her mind fogged with need and still full belly rumbling with hunger, but the stuffed breeder slowly nodded. "Good girl."

Mina wanted it. She NEEDED it. As one of her paws rolled those fat globes along her soft pads, the sheer mass and heat in them leaving her dizzy, every part of her cried out for the treasure within. But she was a good pet. When she obeyed, good things happened. Though she still rode the musky high in blissful addiction, the order tempered her fervency. For much of her life it had been her goal to make them cum hard and fast, as many times as it took to stave off their breeding attempts. Paws, mouth, tongue, tits, whatever it took to get them off and kill their interest long enough to leave the situation. Yet just today she's been faced with not just one, but half a dozen studs capable of not merely outlasting her but going again immediately. She was being placed in the care of one, trained for their enjoyment, and they had already auctioned off places to pound her full of kits when the time came. Without so much as asking if she agreed, they'd decided she was to be a cumdumpster broodmother, fucking and sucking impossibly virile studs and bearing them young for the rest of her life.

She loved it.

As she bobbed her head up and down slowly in the powerful grip of the hyper before her, she did not feel threatened, stressed out, helpless, or worthless. She felt...good. Wanted. All afternoon she'd had praise heaped on her for her ability, sexual paragons clamoring for their own chance at her. Her! If she wasn't tossed out for incompetency she had to leave an abusive environment at every other task she put herself to, but this? She was good at this. Excelled, even. If holding on to this state of affairs meant serving as a fuckpet for studs of all types, so be it. Her cheeks bulged with pre, lips sealed around the twitching tip as she gulped it down, mrring happily at the changes their cum had wrought. That bushy tail twitched as she gulped down the fat rod once more, wondering what changes would be in store for her next.

Minutes rolled on as she worked, working Heather into a near frenzy before backing off again. It was surprisingly fun to do, hearing the mrowls of pleasure and growling praise, but the best part by far was what happened to those lightly furred balls. Already big as both balled fists each, they bloated with fresh seed as she worked, seeking to expel the wriggling cargo she could feel under the taut hide, only to be denied their release when she eased off. Then, when she did it all over again, they got bigger. Her nose flared, each breath filling her lungs with more almost drug-like musk, wondering hopefully if she was being used to prepare Heather to breed her properly. The thought made her work all the harder, both paws on that heavy sac as it swelled larger than her head, the stud panthress before her so stuffed with cum they vibrated like the feline's purring. Judging by how much her other four hyper lovers had pumped inside her, Heather was ready to leave her immobile for days~

With a sudden clench the panthress tugged the startled vixen off hir dick, a long sticky strand of pre connecting those full black lips to the tip of that throbbing spire. Worried she'd done something wrong, Mina looked up apologetically while panting hotly, tits bouncing atop her heavy dome while she waited for her next task. Heather merely tilted her head, getting Mina to look out the window. The sight was familiar, but unexpected. Why were they at her landlady's house? All the confused vixen could figure is that they were to cancel her rent, but... Her train of thought broke when the limo door opened on its own, the sight of a rather buxom lop-eared bunny girl filling the opening as a paw was presented to her. Heather chuckled and patted Mina on the rump, urging her forward. "We're here, foxy. Out."

Taking the offered paw, the vixen made her way out of the vehicle and onto the driveway. In the low light from the doorway it was difficult to tell, but the snowy rabbit's uniform had a logo that looked like a hugely pregnant lapine in decades old housewife garb. An odd choice for a chauffeur service... "U-um...thank y-you f-for the, um...the ride." The bunny seemed completely unperturbed by the vixen's state of dress and the reek of musk about her, actually leaning in to kiss the surprised fox on the nose. "You are just darling~! I hope I get to drive you about more, maybe join in next time~ Have fun, sweetie!" Blushing hard as she blinked in confusion, Mina watched the rabbit close the door once Heather got out before getting back in the front and driving off.

"Busty Bunny." Mina's ears swiveled backwards, her body a bit slower to turn as Heather spoke. "Another partner of ours. You're very interesting to a lot of powerful people, Mina. We expect great things." Those black gloved paws began to fidget nervously atop her massive midsection before the panthress grabbed them. "No, no, no, hon. No need to get all worked up. All you have to do is what you're told. No stress, no decisions, just-" Bringing those paws down, shi pressed them against the jumping spire still ready and waiting in hir skirt, "-more of this. So much more. You're our breeding pet, and we're going to take very good care of you from now on." A few hours ago such a statement would have freaked the poor girl out more, but now...now it was ok. It was right. "U-um...thank you m-ma'am."

The fact that she was standing outside mostly naked, pregnant looking, and matted in cum would also have likewise freaked her out earlier in the day, but with everything going on it no longer seemed such a big deal. As she was led to the door, the idea of her landlady seeing her like this also didn't concern her as much as she thought it might. Beverly had been extremely nice to her and didn't let much faze her, so hopefully she'd take the changes in stride as well. It took more than a minute after the doorbell for the sound of bolts tumbling to reach the door, the light inside revealing itself along with the silhouette of the buxom mare that owned the place. "Oh there you are, Mina! Looking good!" The thumbs-up was cheesy, but standard fare for the giggly landlady. Once again the vixen found herself dumbstruck at the reaction, head tilting to the side while Beverly opened the screen door to let them in. It really seemed she was the last one to know about a lot right now.

Heather nudged Mina forward, the swollen vixen stepping through and getting first a noseful of musk and then a faceful of equine tits. The belly burning scent was plastered across the bigger female, her shirt soaked in it as it rubbed all across Mina's muzzle. She could barely hear the horse girl's squeeing, not merely because her head was buried in a valley of titflesh but also because of the sudden uncontrollable orgasmic spasm ripping through her. Her body shuddered in that strong grip, each gasping breath taking in more of the heady aroma that triggered it, paws grasping her fellow female's curvy form as she tried to steady herself. It wasn't the first time she'd gotten an excessively affectionate hug from Beverly, but it was definitely the first time she'd gotten a screaming orgasm from one!

Set back on her feet, Mina nearly stumbled as her head swam. The equine held on to her, grinning like a fool as the vixen struggled to uncross her eyes. "Oh, you are always just the most adorable thing! I knew you'd love Mom's musk. I'm a big fan of it myself~" The implications of that statement did not immediately filter through Mina's lust drunk mind, her focus first on figuring out which way was up. As her eyes adjusted to the light she couldn't help but notice the state her landlady was in. Tall enough that her tits were Mina's eye level, rippling muscle hidden under a perpetual layer of softness, there were times Mina wondered if Beverly had the same issues she did. The image before her brought that thought right through the fog. Her normally bay coat was rather white, her shirt utterly drenched in something thick and sticky enough not to drip, yet liquid enough to soak right through. The mare's mane was sopping wet with it, each breath steeped in the musky aroma, as if she and Mina had had similar afternoons. Without thinking the vixen's tongue darted out, tasting the fluid that'd stuck to her own face. Cum. Viscous, gel-like cum that made everything it touched buzz like her mind.

As Beverly leaned in to nuzzle Mina, it became clear foxes were not the only ones being stuffed today. The normally flat-bellied female sported a hefty paunch of her own, squishing pleasantly against Mina's, though even on her larger frame that belly wasn't even a third the size of the vixen's own. "I've been helping Mom get ready for you allllll day~ I was really hoping shi'd breed me again, but it looks like shi's been saving up just for you. Lucky girl!" Beverly was practically glowing with excitement at the prospect, Heather's bemused chuckling following the pair as Mina found herself drug into the living room, sloshing all the way.

"Honestly, darling, you need to calm down. You're going to burn yourself out if you keep up like this." The sultry voice would have been more than enough to gain Mina's attention, but where it came from left her slack jawed. Another equine sat on the couch, looking sort of like Beverly but...bigger. MUCH bigger. While Beverly was more than a head taller, Heather of relatively comparable size, the horse before her was more than double their size. The naked Amazonian beast left no question that she was a shi, a real marestallion. Mina's addled mind couldn't help but zero in on the tremendous log bobbing in mid-air, pearly white beading at the tip and spittle glistening all along the mottled pink length. The flared head tapered to a still unbelievable girth, swelling out again at the medial ring, and finally disappeared into an appropriately huge sheathe. Hanging down below, drawing a yelp from the fox, were a pair of balls that outsized even Mina's absurdly bloated tits, churning visibly with activity. Moments ticked by before she finally tore her gaze away, following those tree-trunk legs to the equally wide hooves, then back up to trace the curve of hir toned abs and prodigious bust. Rippling muscle mixed with a fertile softness, like mother like daughter, only mother had a lot more down below.

Heather pulled Beverly over to a nearby recliner, the mare in hir lap and paws running across that cum-stained body. "Well? Introduce them." Beverly squirmed in the panthress' arms, soft nickers passing her lips as she focused on Mina. "Ahhhh...Mina, this...ooohhh...is my mother, Cassandra." As she spoke she was rewarded with more overt molestations, Heather's fingers soon tweaking her nipples through the stained cloth. "Mmmfff...! Mom's been breeding....nfff...me and my sisters since we came of age~" The vixen's ears parted ways, one focused to the side as Beverly spoke, yet the other could not pull away from Cassandra despite hir overt silence. Was that throbbing her own heart, or the powerful one forcing blood through the virile body before her eyes? Or was it the churning of sperm in those balls, waiting for their chance to fill her virginal womb?

She didn't even notice that she'd stepped closer at first. It was the wet, sticky *slap* on her tremendous tits that woke her up, an unbroken strand of cum connecting the tuft of fur between her breasts to the pulsing shaft before her. The cloud of musk enveloped her senses, the vixen gulping loudly as she drooled, dropping to her knees in reverence as her paws gripped the shaft. She could feel the sensitivity, the pent up need in each twitch. The stud before her was on a hair trigger, ready to blow with the right provocation, at the absolute peak of hir virility. All for her. The huffing bitch could hardly see her Mistress's face past the shaft, her broad tongue moving to lap at the underside. "You really are an excellent pet. No words, but a proper greeting." The larger equine's voice made her shiver, her dainty paws not even close to big enough to wrap about the full shaft even together. "Mina Vulpes, 24 years old. The erstwhile runt of a litter of five, second litter of eight. Born to John and Tina Vulpes. Diagnosed with a rare condition at puberty that causes her to remain in heat perpetually, never losing an egg even as she makes them continually, but never told what it really was." Though she kept licking, teasing along the underside and tasting what had to be the remnants of dozens of females, she couldn't help but look into her Mistress's piercing brown eyes as the Amazon gave a brief biography. "Ended up having to get her GED when she was mysteriously kicked from her high school after several close calls on dates. Began lactating naturally at the age of 15, given strict instructions not to drink or feed to others, but also told to milk regularly despite it making her produce more."

Her head traveled upwards, the past few hours ringing in her head as much as the burning need. They knew everything about her. They'd watched her, guided her, prepared her. All the things that didn't make sense in her life, and probably even more, were from their influence. "Proved so fertile she could drive any male crazy with lust and forced to employ otherwise expensive heat-disguising padding to prevent gangrape wherever she went. Just like her hyper mother." Both ears and eyes were on the marestallion in an instant at that, Mina's head once again tilted to the side at that last statement. "M-mom was..." As she struggled to form the words, a pitch-like dollop of studcum reached her from far above. The wriggling mass plopped right along her left ear, weighting it down until the thick goo slowly oozed across her now closed eye. Though her jaw moved no more words came out, the skin under her fine fur coming alive at the touch. It was barely a drop compared to what swirled about in the balls now rubbing against her tits, but it was enough to rekindle the embers of her previous orgasm.

The crash of bliss knocked her senseless, her mind going blank just as she felt herself falling backwards. When she came back again, she was on her belly, tail raised, and something thick and hot grinding between her cheeks. "Poor girl. You've had to settle for normals your whole life, and now when you meet others like yourself it's just too much for you. Don't worry. You'll adjust. Eventually you'll be able to experience and enjoy every moment in full coherence, savoring each pulse of cum right inside your fertile belly~" Cassandra's huge form rolled on top of her, hands massaging her heavy, milk bloated tits, and balls slapping her thick thighs, the marestallion whispering in her ear. "Yes, pet. Your mother was like us. Did you ever see her with anything less than a beautifully pregnant belly?" Mina flushed hotly at the thought, the image of her perpetually brooding mother's curvy form in her mind. "The ones you know as brothers and sisters are merely the litters she had with your father. The rest, well...you'll find out eventually once you start whelping~"

The light dimmed before her as Beverly moved in front, the sticky mare huffing and shivering in need while Heather disrobed her. The sticky *shloorp* of that tight shirt peeling away, that hefty equine bust bouncing free, mixed with the lewd patter of fluids on the carpet from the feline shaft she'd polished and the soaked pussy soon revealed by Heather's claws. Understanding finally hit as her Mistress nibbled her ear. She hadn't prepped Heather to breed her. She'd prepped hir to fill Beverly. As the equine got onto her hands and knees, nuzzling both her mother and Mina, Heather was soon in much the same position on her that her mother was on the heated vixen. "Prrrrrr~ I'm glad she got your booty, Cass. I could pound it all night and day long~"

Beverly's lips were soon on Mina's, tongues wrestling as they exchanged the musk-tainted drool of the other's breeding partner, moans exchanged as the two domineering hypers chatted. "That's good, kitty, since you're likely to be doing just that." There was a bit of metal clinking, the sound of a key in a lock and some tugging and pressing on the vixen's nipples. The weight of the locks was gone before long, though the clamps remained. "As the observer, you and my daughter get to sample my new broodmother's production as you give me more grandchildren." Mina gasped into Beverly's throat as her Mistress squeezed her tits, emphasizing their milky cargo. "Of course I'm not expecting you to drink all of it. Judging by what I was told of Genevieve's reaction you might just start fucking every womb in ten miles if that happened~" With a quick nibble of Mina's ear and a long lick of her cheek, the marestallon ground hir hips harder against the bitch's prodigious backside. "No, these two breeders will get the brunt of it. Mina-" The sound of her name rolling off her Mistress' lips for the first time had the vixen tensing up, even more than the thought of guzzling her own cream. "-will need a proper breaking in for her new life. I expect she's going to be immobile for quite some time as our first litters come to term..." A hand moved under Mina's chin, guiding her to look right into Beverly's eyes along with the mare's mother. "She'll need a friend to keep her company, and who better than the first one she makes into a fellow hyper?"