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The New Guy

Part Four

Hat Trick

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"I can't believe somebody do something like that," Amelia said, taking a sip of tea from her cup. Jon had invited her to his house to discuss recent events, but neither felt like doing much of anything else. "Thank goodness he's okay. This tea is wonderful, by the way."

Jon sighed, eyeing his own cup with resignation. "It's my fault that happened to him in the first place. I shouldn't have gotten him into this--" he clenched his fist, but paused, and then simply collapsed in his chair. "Whatever. Maybe I should just move out and stop this guy from hurting anybody else."

"And just give up? Give him what he wants? Jon, you know that won't help anybody."

He groaned. "Yeah, but..."

"What if this person decides he doesn't like somebody else in town? If you leave, that shows him he can get his way with threats and violence, and then animals would REALLY get hurt. You have to fight back!"

"But I don't even know who could have done this!" he cried. "All I know is that he was wearing red. That's nothing to go on!"

"I know who did it." Jon turned around in his chair to find Isabelle, the mayor's assistant, standing there with a look of determination upon her face.

"How did you get in my house?"

"Your door was unlocked."

"Oops," Jon said. "Wait, you know who did it?"

"Uh-huh!" Isabelle said, an air of pride around her.

"Well...who did it, then?"

"Oh, right," she cleared her throat. "It was...the mayor!"

"Robert did this?!" Amelia yelled. "That...I don't..."

"Wait...you're his assistant, right?" Jon asked.

"Well, yes, I am, and...uh-oh."

"You were helping him, you bitch!" He bore his teeth and angrily pointed a claw at her. "You helped him do this to--"

"Jon!" Amelia interrupted him, giving him a look of admonishment. "If she were really helping him, do you think she would tell us about it? She'd get implicated too, you know."

Jon sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just...I haven't been able to think very straight with all of this going on."

"I understand," Isabelle said, her voice shaking. "I've been trying to sabotage him when I can, but I couldn't stop all of it without him noticing, and..."

"And what?" Amelia asked.

"He gets mad sometimes, and, well..." Isabelle looked down and rubbed her shoulder.

"He hurts you?" Jon finished. "Wow, some fucking mayor you elected."

"Uh, we didn't really elect him, we just kind of assumed he was supposed to be the mayor once he got off the train," Isabelle explained.

Jon stared at her for a moment. "I'm going to ignore that because I might have an aneurysm if I think about it. Anyway, the mayor...I suppose me overturning social order and breeding everybody in sight would be kind of annoying to him. And he does wear red, and he'd have access to private documents...come to think of it, I really should have figured that out a long time ago."

"Wait, what was that about breeding?" Isabelle asked. "He was right about you doing that?"

"Duh! That's been my instinct ever since I was old enough to know what semen was! It's just what hypers do."

Isabelle glanced at Amelia who merely chuckled. "I'm not objecting to it, I loved getting bred."

"Y-you mean you're--"

"Pregnant? Oh, no doubt about it, with all the cum he pumped into me. It's too early to get a mammogram, though. It's only been a few days."

Isabelle gulped. "Who else?"

"Willow and Pashmina so far." Jon turned to Amelia. "I've been thinking about those Able sisters you told me about."

Amelia nodded. "I think it would do Sable a world of good to open up, the dear. You should certainly be able to help with that."

"Guys, the mayor?" Isabelle grew stern, and Jon shook his head.

"Sorry, I got distracted. Sable looks like she'd be great to breed..." He smiled, imagining the feeling of her practically wrapped around his cock, coated with a thick layer of his sperm.

"Jon, focus!"

"Okay, okay...say, I think I have an idea of what we can do, now that I'm thinking about that."

"What did you have in mind?" Amelia asked.

"Do you two think you could get Rob over by their store?"

"Probably."

"Great. I'll call you once I'm finished." He checked his pocket to see that he had his phone, and content it was there, stepped past Isabelle and into the outdoors.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Amelia asked.

Jon turned back, grinning toothily. "I'm going for the hat trick."

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Jon had never gone to a clothing boutique before; he hardly ever shopped for clothes anyway, since he would quickly ruin anything that wasn't just one solid color. As such, he hadn't known what to expect, but had guessed it would be stuffy, pretentious, and smelling vaguely of potpourri. To his limitless delight, it wasn't anything like that; it was comfortable, spacious, and remarkably welcoming. They even had a Mozart sonata playing in the background, though it was difficult to hear.

A blue-furred hedgehog, wearing a rather odd green gingham apron (and seemingly nothing else) walked up to him, smiling loudly. "Hello! Welcome to the Able Sisters Tailor Shop! How can I help you?"

"Ah, you're Mabel, correct?" Jon asked.

"I certainly am! That's my sister, Sable, over there." She pointed to the back, where a brown hedgehog in a similar candy-colored gingham apron was busy on a sewing machine, putting together a pattern Jon couldn't quite decipher. She looked up for a moment, but quickly returned to her work. "Um, she's a bit shy."

"She seems intent on her work."

"She's like a bee sometimes," Mabel said. "Work, work, work, that's what she does."

Maybe she should take a break, Jon thought. "Anyway, what's available?"

"We have an excellent selection today!" Mabel said, gesturing to the mannequins, each one "wearing" a peculiar article of clothing. "To start with, we have...uh...I'm sorry, I feel really warm all of a sudden..."

"Mabel? Are you okay?" Sable asked, turning away from her machine.

"Yeah, yeah, just...I think I have a shirt you might like upstairs, would you like to see it?"

"Why, lead the way." Jon smiled, looking at the stairs in the back of the store.

"Upstairs? Mabel, there's nothing upstairs--"

"I forgot to put it out, is all." Mabel grabbed Jon's shoulders and rushed him up the stairs, slamming the door to their bedroom shut not seconds later.

Sable sighed. "Honestly, sometimes she just...what's that smell?" Her nose tingled as an earthy scent flowed in, and though she didn't know just what it was, she couldn't help but take a deeper whiff of it. Her chest grew warm and she had to pause her work for a moment to recover. "Oh, my...wait, Diana said...Mabel, what have you gotten yourself into?"

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"You seem in a hurry," Jon noted as they rushed into the bedroom. Like downstairs, it was nice and roomy, but lacked a carpet in favor of smooth hardwood paneling. Luckily, there was a very large bed that would definitely serve their needs better. "So where's that shirt you wanted to show me?"

"Forget the shirt," Mabel demanded, reaching behind her back to get at the apron's strings. "You're the sexiest goddamn thing I've ever seen, and I need you inside me right this second."

"Well, you're not one to waste time!" Jon said, swiftly stepping behind her. "Here, let me help with that..."

His dexterous fingers undid the ties in an instant, and the apron fell to the floor with a WHUMP, rendering her completely naked before him. She didn't make an effort to cover herself, instead allowing his hands to slip in front and begin feeling her up, rubbing over her impressive breasts and tweaking her nipples, while his other hand reached lower and began rubbing against her needy pussy.

"Ooh, you're already wet, aren't you?" Jon asked, one finger slipping inside her. She moaned loudly, not caring if any customers (or her sister) heard her, only wanting to get off. "I'll bet you must really want me to breed you...to make you mine, inside and out..."

"Ah...D-Diana said..."

"I'm hyper?" Jon leaned closer, mouth practically inside her ear. "She was right. I'm going to breed you like there's no tomorrow...if you'd like."

"Please!" Mabel cried. "I need you to breed me!"

"Soon, Mabel, soon," Jon said. "First, lie down on the bed."

He released the hedgehog from his grasp, and she obediently stepped to the bed, lying down and spreading her legs to reveal her need to him.

Jon chuckled. "Not just yet, Mabel. I'm not hard, after all."

In seconds, his pants were removed and his sheath opened to the air, yet more musk flooding the air and Mabel's body, only increasing her desire to be bred.

"Ah...it's huge..."

"We're not called 'hyper' for nothing, dear," Jon said, getting on the bed and straddling her chest. His cock already began to harden, the pointed head gently separating her breasts as it neared its full size. Mabel dutifully pressed her mounds against it and began rubbing as the head neared her mouth.

"You know your stuff, Mabel," Jon noted as he reached his full size. His new pet took his head into her mouth and began sucking as hard as she could, whorish moaning and slurping noises escaping from around his cock "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Her only answer was another lewd moan around his cock, desperate for him to finish.

"I'll take that as a yes." Jon smiled and grunted as her rubbing grew more frantic, covering much of his great length. "If you keep that up, I'm not gonna last much longer..."

The first bits of his pre shot out, just one blast larger than the complete orgasm of a normal male and completely filling Mabel's mouth in seconds, what she couldn't swallow or hold simply leaking out. It tasted good, from what Mabel could tell, with a salty, heady flavor, but she wondered how the real thing would taste like.

"Do you like that?" Jon asked, as she desperately tried to swallow all of it down, while still furiously rubbing her breasts against his magnificent shaft. "There's a lot more coming in a moment...GRRAH!"

With a strained growl, he released inside her mouth. The initial spray, like a waterfall of sperm into her eager maw, didn't spend much time inside. What she couldn't choke down flooded out of her mouth and nose onto the bed, and Jon, thinking quickly, grabbed her head and pushed forward, so that it shot straight down her throat into her belly. Still, it was a colossal amount, and it didn't take long before she began to expand, a small paunch quickly turning into a lovely little dome, almost making her look pregnant already.

After filling her up for some time, well beyond what she thought possible to produce or take in, he pulled out and stood up in front of her, allowing his seed to splatter all over her, the thick goo clinging to her fur with ease. He made some effort to guide his cock and completely cover and mark her as his newest breeder, though some of the shots went errant and struck her pussy, likely impregnating her already. Jon grimaced, but shook it off; he could still make sure, after all, and there was no sense in leaving a job half-done.

About half a minute later, he finally stopped, leaving Mabel and the bed a cum-coated mess; in all likelihood, the smell would stick around for months, not that she was complaining.

"Very good, Mabel," Jon said, walking up to her and lining his still-hard cock with her entrance. "Would you like me to breed you now?"

"P-please!" Mabel cried, after swallowing the last bit of his cum in her mouth. "Make me pregnant! Fill me with your kids!"

"All I needed to hear." Jon pushed forward, her wet lips parting easily with the extra lubrication from what seed had splashed onto it. She gasped, shocked at something so large going into her with such ease, and the barbs scraping against her and sending jolts of pleasure throughout her. It didn't take long at all for Jon to reach the end, whereupon Mabel screamed in pleasure, not yet used to the feeling of her womb itself being penetrated.

"I'm not done yet, dear." Jon pulled his hips back and thrust forward as hard as he possibly could, her wall parting easily to grant him access to her most secluded area, soon to hold his litter. The outline of his titanic cock was now obvious in her stomach, even with the colossal meal he had just given to her, and his barbs dug in deep, though they most certainly didn't hurt.

Confident that he was in well enough, he began lightly pumping "Can you feel my barbs locking into you, scraping every inch of your pussy?"

Mabel weakly nodded and moaned, her focus brought back to the small points covering sensitive spots she didn't even know she had.

"Good. Have you been with anybody else before, or am I your first?"

"S-some...others..." Mabel forced out, barely hearing him over the pounding of her own heart, not to mention her now nearly continuous orgasms, or perhaps "orgasm" would have been the better word.

"I see. And tell me, how do I compare against them?"

She could no longer hold back and screamed in sheer pleasure, reverberating through the entire building and no doubt catching the attention of her sister, plus any potential customers. She no longer cared, though; her mind was completely focused on the gigantic breeding pole occupying her entire inner passage, and each individual point upon it, more than she could probably count.

"I'm going to take that to mean I'm better than them." Jon leaned down toward her, pausing his frantic thrusting and allowing her to finally come down, if only slightly. "Now, just to make sure, you do want me to breed you as thoroughly as you can be bred, yes?"

"Just do it already!" Mabel cried, practically in anguish.

"Oh, very well." Jon continued, quickly getting his pace back up and bringing his partner to yet more orgasms, at which she continued screaming. Keeping count of how many times she had come around his massive fuck stick was completely impossible; they simply melded together as one giant, continuous explosion of pleasure. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you? I do love it when my breeders are enjoying themselves...I'll bet you'll like it even more the next time I breed you, once you're used to it. And after that...well, let's not get too ahead of ourselves."

"N-next time?" Mabel forced out, voice shaking both from his powerful thrusts and her own incomprehensible pleasure.

"You didn't think I was going to fill you with my litter once and be done with it, did you? No, you'll be having a lot more after you first give birth...if you want to, that is."

"P-please! Breed me whenever you like!"

And boom goes the dynamite, Jon thought. Mabel was completely his; now there was only the issue of her two equally lovely sisters.

"What are you doing to her?!" Sable cried, appearing suddenly in the doorway.

Speak of the devil. Jon paused again and turned to her as casually as if they had met in a coffee shop. "Hello, Sable. We were just enjoying ourselves up here. Care to join us?"

The brown hedgehog's eyes darted back and forth between the incredibly hung ferret stud, and her cum-bloated sister, splattered so thoroughly with his essence she was almost unrecognizable at first, and Jon's cock buried so deep it was difficult to imagine how it actually fit. From the sheer amount of scent in the air, she couldn't help but be somewhat aroused by the vision, to her ever-diminishing shame.

"I-I...I don't..."

"Get it? Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough. You seem to be enjoying it anyway."

Sable looked down, shocked to see her own hand had travelled in between her legs at some point and started rubbing. Given how aroused she was getting, it didn't accomplish much except getting her fingers wet, as well as the inside of her apron.

"W-wha...oh..."

Desperate for more release, she reached behind and undid her apron allowing it to fall to the floor, and letting her body be completely exposed. Soon, both hands were furiously rubbing at her pussy, desperate for a release from the obscene arousal brought on by Jon's musk.

"Mmf...ah...please...

"Don't worry, I'll s." His attention turned back to his new breeder, and he pushed forward for the last time, allowing Sable the unique chance to see his balls tautly pull up and begin pumping his seed through his cock and into her sister's completely unprotected womb. In less than a second, she was impregnated, but to her surprise, Jon wasn't finished, as Mabel continued to expand from his deluge, turning her into some sort of cum-balloon. She had been reduced to just moaning vaguely now, but she still knew how far she was being expanded, far beyond what was reasonable, and could still tell when exactly Jon's sperm attacked and impregnated her eggs. She couldn't tell exactly how many of his children she would be having, but it was definitely going to be at least seven.

Soon, Mabel's belly was impressively large, looking big enough to hold him, and Jon decided he had done well enough. In a flash, he pulled his cock out and aimed it at the still-masturbating Sable. She gasped as the first splash hit her, just one spurt nearly coating her front completely. The sticky fluid stuck to her with ease, and there were still several more to follow. Almost instinctively, she opened her mouth to get a taste of it, prompting Jon to move his aim up and strike there as well. It was certainly a unique flavor, one she wasn't in any mind to describe, but she enjoyed it nonetheless and swallowed gleefully, finding some difficulty from just how thick and heavy it was.

Inevitably, some of his seed found its way upon her hands, and was rubbed deep inside her pussy. Jon knew that this alone probably made her pregnant, given just how powerful a hyper's sperm was. Still, there's no sense leaving a job half-done, and so once he was finished, the second sister sticky with his cum and furiously rubbing herself deeper and deeper, he walked over, allowing his cock to tower over and his balls to rest in front of her nose.

"Like it?" he asked, smiling as she stuck out her tongue and started licking at his pendulous orbs. "I've already fed you plenty, I think, so we can get right to the breeding. Lucky you."

"O-oh, please..." Sable drawled. "Breed me...make me yours..."

"Let's go over to the bed," Jon suggested. "Maybe you can have some fun with your sister while I stuff you full."

She nodded weakly, not trying to resist as Jon helped her up and guided her to the bed. Her stubby tail wagged all the way there, her sudden desire to be pounded by this magnificent stud overriding all other thoughts. A few drops leaked from her pussy and audibly fell to the hard floor, Jon chuckling as he heard them strike. She's certainly a woman who knows exactly what she wants.

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He carefully laid her out opposite her sister, putting them almost face-to-cum-splattered-face. They turned to each other, Mabel smiling loudly as she rubbed her huge belly.

"Oh, you're getting bred, too?" she asked, rubbing her cummy nose against her sister's. "Maybe we'll all get bred today~"

"That's the idea," Jon said, putting his tip against Sable's needy opening. "Hopefully you'll all deliver at the same time, too, so you can get bred together again, and again, and..."

"C'mon!" Sable whined. "Stop teasing me!"

"Oh, all right." He pushed forward, finding it easy with all the fluid already there. Sable screamed in joy as she was stretched farther than she could have even imagined possible, and countless little points roughly scratched at all the sensitive parts she didn't even know she had. Unlike her sister, she had never been with anybody else, and being introduced to sex like this was...well, it was probably a unique experience, to say the least.

"Ah, that's tight...you okay?" Jon asked.

"P-please don't stop..."

"Fair enough." He pulled back, and thrust forward with all his might, actually pushing the bed slightly and shaking the whole room. Her breeding chamber was penetrated with ease, the barbs locking him to her cervix while her very womb was stretched beyond belief, and a few more eggs prepared themselves, the sperm that had previously found its way inside busy with her ready eggs. Her cum-soaked breasts bounced up, almost slapping her in the chin and spreading even more mess on her lovely face.

"Careful!" Mabel cried. "You almost pushed me off."

"Sorry, I guess I'm stronger than I look." Jon looked down to see that he was almost balls-deep, and only had his massively engorged knot left to put in. "Only one thrust and I'm almost completely inside you? You must have wanted to be bred very badly, Sable. Have you ever fantasized about being swollen with a hyper's litter, your breasts growing huge with milk for them?"

A whine escaped from between Sable's lips, finding the thoughts surprisingly appealing. Not even an hour ago, she would have completely objected to all of this, being violently pounded and impregnated by some ferret she had just met, and right in front of her sister, but now, with Jon's rod pumping in and out of her without any interruption, her breasts moving back and forth, and all sorts of wonderful, earthy scents in the air...this was quite simply right, and if she had known how good it was, she'd have sought out a hyper long ago.

If Jon was tired after his session with Mabel, he wasn't showing it at all; indeed, his ministrations were just as powerful and deep as they had ever been, and he showed no hesitance at all.

"Ah...it's so big!" she cried, feeling over the bulge his length caused in her stomach, spreading more of his cum over her fingers. She brought them to her mouth, interested in getting another taste, though it was made more difficult by the forceful thrusts shaking her entire body, and her hands shaking of their own accord.

He couldn't help but smile, watching her suck on her own fingers to get as much of his taste as possible, moaning loudly around them as she grew to enjoy the flavor more and more.

"Nggh...you're a very dirty girl, aren't you, sucking my sperm out of your own fingers? For somebody who's just gotten into this, you're certainly enjoying yourself."

"It's so good..." she moaned.

"Glad to hear it."

It was a wonderful sight, really, watching her so openly love getting bred, when just minutes ago she had barely said a word to him. Had she said a word to him, even? He thought she did...it was getting rather difficult to think, to be honest...

With his sudden confusion, he wasn't paying attention to the growing tension in his balls, and was caught completely off-guard when he reached his third orgasm, a sudden burst of cum flowing up his cock and striking the back of Mabel's womb with enough force to push her back slightly. He was vaguely aware of her screaming with joy as her belly expanded, just like her sister's, and she clenched hardly around him ash she had one last, spectacular orgasm.

By the time her orgasm had ended, he was still going, her womb getting a full load and her belly growing to impressive size, while her sister giggled, realizing just how silly it looked to somebody else.

After some length of time he couldn't quite figure out, he was finished at last, and allowed his knot to slip out as it deflated, his partner sighing as the barbs slowly scraped against her insides once again.

"Ugh..." Jon moaned, clutching his temple. "That was weird..."

"That was amazing..." Sable hissed.

"You know," Mable said, "where does that all come from?"

"What?" Jon asked, shaking his head clear.

"All your cum. I mean...look at us! We're huge! And your balls aren't that big..."

"Huh. I...never thought of that."

They all shared a look, for just a moment.

"Oh, well, that probably doesn't matter. My head's a bit fuzzy, though, maybe I should--"

"What the hell is this?!" Labelle, the third and final sister, cried from the doorway, clutching at the neck of her jet-black dress and the white shirt beneath it.

"Ah. Right."

"Care to join us?" Mabel asked, standing up from the bed and trying to support her tremendous cumbelly.

"W...I..." Jon smiled as her breathing picked up, and she started undoing her dress, stepping toward them as she did. "Oh, my~"

Jon's head was blurred afterwards; he was vaguely aware of Labelle practically jumping on his cock as soon as her clothes were off, gleefully taking it inside her mouth while her sisters gave words of encouragement, rubbing some of the cum still stuck on them onto her as well. He closed his eyes, trying to enjoy what he could tell was even happening, but next he opened them, she had already been thoroughly bloated and coated with his cum, and he was now balls deep inside of her, almost like he was on some sort of breeding auto-pilot.

"Yeah, stud, give it to me!" she screamed. Jon didn't think he had much of a choice in the matter; he wasn't about to stop certainly, but he had the feeling that even if he wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to. "Right there! That's it!"

"Uh, sure..." he whispered, trying to gain back some of his control as his over-stimulated cock began to tingle in a way he didn't much care for. Next time he wouldn't breed all of them at once, he decided the same moment he had his final orgasm inside her, a comparatively small amount of his essence flowing into her, though it was still hundreds of times more than what a non-hyper could make. He groaned as he was finally spent of what his balls could somehow hold, Labelle hissing loudly as she was heavily impregnated.

"Hah..wow..." she moaned, looking at her new hyper-ready stomach in awe. Her sisters grinned, glad that she was so willing to join them.

"Wow is right..." Jon said, gaining his composure once again. "I think you girls managed to dry me out."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about." Jon grimaced as he pulled out from her, finding it was rather painful to rub against his cock at all now. "I guess I had to learn my limits eventually."

"Does this mean you're going?" Mabel asked.

"Yeah, sorry."

All three of them quickly voiced their disappointment, wanting even more of what he had showed them.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just out. And I have a headache, too."

"Oh, well, nobody can go on forever," Sable agreed. "Besides, we can still have some fun among ourselves, right?"

They all moved closer together as Jon collected his things. The thought of them feeling each other up, rubbing his scent and his seed deeper and deeper, was an appealing one, but not one he could do much with, and he sighed as he finally stepped back outside of the bedroom, loud, feminine moans already coming from inside.

He took a moment to collect himself and get his clothes back on, though he suspected they smelled very strongly now.

"Okay, now what?" He thought for a moment, then recalled his original plan and pulled out his cell phone, punching in Amelia's number.

"Hey, Amelia? I'm ready."

"Uh, slight problem."

Jon frowned. "What problem?"

"Well, uh...he's already heading over there."

"Right now?"

"I tried to stop him!" she cried.

"Look, that doesn't matter. He was supposed to be here anyway."

"No, Jon, you don't understand--"

Somebody knocked at the door.

"Hold on, somebody's at the door."

"Jon, wait--"

He hung up and headed downstairs, carefully weaved his way through the racks and mannequins, and opened the door to find Mayor Robert pointing a very large and very shiny revolver level at his head.

"What the--"

"You're gonna need to come with me."