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Cider, following her first initiation into the kind of fun all girls had with boys, continued on that same path. Naturally, there was no shame in any of it for her; the otter still had no idea that sex was supposed to be something to be ashamed of, or that there were any risks to be avoided. As long as she didn't kiss any of her lovers, then she couldn't get pregnant, and well, the sex was always fantastic. She actually found herself more and more excited about every opportunity to do it, too, which might've been because of the flood of hormones her newly fertilized body was experiencing. Cider, of course, had no idea.

The Jurassic Party had made sure that young women learned nothing about sex, and her parents were members. They believed that there was only one way to ensure that they didn't end up as sluts, whores, or worse yet, liberal communists: keeping them fully in the dark. Yet, as is often the case, those who made the plans had forgotten to take into account that any shame regarding sexuality had to be instilled from a young age. Total ignorance might cause some fear or anxiety, but shame had to be taught; it wasn't an emotion that the mind naturally produced, especially not when an activity felt as good as what Cider was doing felt.

Thus, instead of what her parents' society might consider a proper woman, she had ended up a boundless, hedonistic slut, and it turned out that boys loved those. It wasn't even purely out of self-interest. There was much genuine appreciation for a woman not afraid of her own sexuality, and beyond the initial few who had lied to her, the rest assumed that she was doing it fully informed of potential consequences. How else would anyone be so careless about letting almost anyone fuck her?

As such, while each of those boys could have reported her to the principal, the police, or even the dreaded Ministry of Family Affairs, they didn't, and it wasn't just because nearly all of them had taken a turn under the beautiful otter's tail, meaning that they'd be held just as accountable if they spoke a single negative word about her. That act of hiding away the natural and wonderful emotion of lust was one of rebellion, then, one that would foment into something more over the years.

But that was not to happen yet. For now, they all enjoyed their relative innocence and the last of their carefree years, in particular Cider, who had recently found herself in the middle of a frat party at college, where she was currently resting on all fours over a little mountain of pillows, the boys serving her non-alcoholic drinks and whatever other party favors she might've desired in exchange for getting to use her eager holes – particularly that extra-forbidden one between her legs – as a party favor of her own.

Cider had lost count of how many had taken a turn on her long ago, but when the next slippery cock pushed into her cum-soaked passage, she still moaned. The cum of perhaps a dozen other lovers gushed out of her, displaced by the newest man's cock, and she couldn't believe how nice it felt oozing out over her clit and sensitive inner thighs.

“Ohh, man, that feels goddamn nice," the unknown man on top of her groaned, thrusting deeper in a reflexive, instinctive motion that left his cock lodged deep inside her warm, tight comforts. “I wish all the girls were like you, you're amazing."

Cider gave a light murmur of appreciation in response. She didn't really feel like saying much, feeling fantastic laying just where she did, lazily letting cock after cock plunder her tingling depths. She was quickly becoming so much more popular too, the constant praise – even if much of it was sexual in nature – boosting the otter's confidence enough to make her probably one of the most popular girls in school, which suited her just fine. Being a bit of an extrovert made life much more interesting!

She groaned happily again once that anonymous cock twitched inside her in a rhythm that she was by now very familiar with, and that she knew meant the boy the cock belonged to was feeling really good inside her. Twitch-twitch-twitch, each time followed by a gush of that sexy white stuff inside her, and a clench of his fingers around her hips. And then that breathy gasp of relief and satisfaction as the throbbing ceased. Another very happy boy leaned down over her to whisper what a good girl she was, patting her head and telling her how much he wished he had a girlfriend like her.

Then, he pulled out with an obscene slurp that sounded more funny than anything to Cider, who giggled at the sensation. She really, really liked the feeling of being well-used like that, and so she wiggled her rump for a while, waiting for the next man to take his place behind her. When nobody immediately did, she switched to reading various articles on her phone. With the Party controlling her little state fully, the internet had become a kind of walled garden as well, with all explicit material strictly blocked until one ventured far enough outside to get a signal from a tower in a different region.

She read, for a moment, about what made for a good wife. Always obedient to men, check, but that was mostly because of how happy men were when she “obeyed" them, Cider thought to herself. Always pregnant, well, she wasn't quite ready for that yet, but when she met the right one, she'd totally let him kiss her, too. They probably meant somewhat older women anyway; nobody would have a baby at eighteen.

Her mind drifted from one topic to another as she waited. She still wasn't sure what exactly cocks were for, other than making her feel good and making a mess. It was one of those things she wished she could've just looked up.

She also wished she could've looked up why she kept gaining weight. No matter how little she tried to eat, she just kept swelling up around her midsection, until the look was obvious enough that someone asked, as always with his cock buried to the hilt inside the otter's welcoming depths.

“So, you're pregnant, right?" he asked. From what little Cider had noticed when she bothered to look, he was a fox, but she really didn't pay that much attention to the various boys she had fun with.

“Nah, I don't think so," she replied. “I haven't kissed anyone."

“…kissed? Is that like a- nngh- a metaphor or- oh f-fuck," he grunted, fighting back his orgasm with a just about heroic effort. “Wait. You do know how… how girls get… pregnant, right?"

“Duh," Cider sighed. “If you kiss a boy."

“What, no, that's- ooh god, I'm gonna-“ he stuttered, and then quickly fell into that familiar but deeply sexy pattern of man reaching his peak. Twitch, twitch, twitch, heat blossoming inside her as he carelessly let his throbbing cock fill her with his seed. Why did they call it “seed" anyway? She had heard it so many times. All Cider really knew was that it felt kind of nice going into her, and coming out, like it was meant to get into her little pussy, delivered pump by pump in some very natural reaction that she loved feeling.

“That…" the fox panted. “That's how girls get… pregnant. Phew, holy shit you feel so good," he gasped, catching his breath.

“What do you mean? We didn't like… do anything, we just had some fun," Cider replied.

“Well, you did just let me stick my cock in you and um, fill you with, uh, sperm. That's how… how do you not know this? Don't they teach girls anything anymore?" he asked. He actually sounded a little worried. “And um, you let a lot of boys do that, so…"

He couldn't possibly be right, could he?

Though, the more Cider thought about it, the more sense it made, in some twisted way. That hole was where babies came from, as far as she knew. So, if it did that, it would only made sense that something went in there to create a baby too. Like that beautiful sexy white stuff that-

-was that why she had such a reaction to it? Because her body wanted it inside her, so that she could have a baby? It made so much sense, but if that was true, then it definitely meant that she was pregnant. But why had nobody else told her about an important goddamn detail like that?

She was going to have a baby and she wasn't ready in the slightest. Yet she also didn't feel any shame. Maybe it was just nature. Maybe it was meant to happen. If it was wrong she'd feel something beyond growing anxiety, wouldn't she?

Cider shuddered as the fox pulled out. “Sorry to be the one to tell you, you should, um… tell the father, probably."

Only she had absolutely no idea who the father was. Maybe that wolf, but she didn't know his name or address, and it could be any of the other boys who had fucked her that day, or any other day since, if letting them put their cum in her pussy was really what did it?

She'd have to tell her parents. And that wasn't going to end well. They'd always talked about how girls weren't supposed to get pregnant before marriage, and they weren't going to change their minds just because it was her it'd happened to.

Indeed, they didn't.

Her mother cried. Her father couldn't even figure out any words beyond an incoherent howl of anger. They both agreed that they couldn't keep her as their daughter. A rapid series of poor decisions later, a sobbing Cider, visibly pregnant, was shoved out the door just as the Party suggested parents do to children that fell pregnant outside of wedlock. The males got another chance; after all, it was in their nature to breed as many women as possible. The females, not so much. It was their responsibility not to let it happen.

So, there she was. Alone, with the rain brewing in the distance, but at least the rain would wash away the tears streaming down the otter's face. Everything that had been fantastic just a day ago had suddenly become a nightmare, like beautiful dreams always did the second you looked away.

She had to get out of here. Out of this horrible state. If the Party had lied to her about pregnancy and that feeling good was somehow bad, what hadn't they lied about? She – and her baby – would just have to get out, as soon as possible, at least until her phone caught the signal of an antenna from the next state over. But how? She couldn't walk there, and it was already getting dark, late summer as it was.

For a moment, she felt like despair was going to swallow her up. All of her future plans and dreams were swirling down into a deep, dark maelstrom.

Then, she remembered something. Men loved her. No matter what they said to the Party, they had never expressed anything but enjoyment of who she was, her body, and her attitude. It was a faint glint of light in the despondent abyss, but it was something to cling to. She could use all three of those aspects to get to where she was going, which was anywhere but here, before the police caught wind of the fact that she was homeless and threw her in jail.

Homeless. It hurt to even think about it. And all because she had gotten pregnant. It was such a natural function of her body, and the bodies of her lovers, and nobody had ever once told her that it was a bad thing to enjoy those things. Still, she fought back the tears as best she could.

She walked to the side of the highway in the pouring rain, her favorite shirt clinging to the outlines of both her breasts and her gravid belly. And then, she waited. Each time a car passed by, she extended her thumb, signaling a desire to ride with them, no matter where they were going. Anywhere was better than here, and even if they went nowhere at all, at least she'd be out of the freezing rain.

Soon enough, a car pulled to the side, the driver – a deer, it seemed, with antlers large enough that they kept catching the car roof – rolling down the passenger side window for her, and the instant he noticed that the otter was pregnant, he leaned all the way over to push the door open.

“Get in, get in. What are you doing out here? Where are you going?" the older-looking deer asked. “What happened?"

Well, pouring out her heart to a complete stranger wasn't what Cider had been planning to spend the day doing, but maybe it'd help, she thought, and as such, as the deer pulled back onto the highway and accelerated towards unknown horizons, she told him, anyway. About her indulgences, about her pregnancy with an unknown man, about how she had never known how sex even worked, and about how her parents had reacted to it.

“What kind of psychopaths would kick out their daughter because she got pregnant? Jesus," the deer muttered. “I mean… I've heard this state was bad for girls, but that bad? I wish I could help more."

“If you can just take me as far as you're going, I'll be okay," Cider reassured him. She had no idea if was true or not, but she hoped so. Other states had, she had been told, places like homeless shelters rather than jail cells.

She had half expected to be asked to offer him something in return, but this deer seemed happy to be offering her a little shelter. He even turned up the heat in the car to help her dry up, and for a moment, they rode in silence. Cider was already further away from “home" than she ever had been before.

“I'm going to be on this road maybe fifty miles," the deer approximated. “Then I'm turning off. There's a gas station there, though, so maybe you can find someone else to help you. Really, I do wish I could do more, fuck… but I got my wife and kids waiting."

Another pause, this one heavier and longer.

“Christ, I'll have to get my daughter out of here, too. Or give her like… anything," he sighed. At least not everyone had been brainwashed, Cider thought.

A few more miles later, he finally asked something was visibly bothering him.

“So, what's it like? I mean, the uh… sex? If you never learned about it, how does it feel?" he asked, and despite his advanced age, Cider could tell he was blushing, and deeply.

“It feels amazing," she sighed. “I just can't believe how much they secretly hate it, I guess."

“I think it's hypocrisy. I mean, the guy who knocked you up, he didn't say no. But he would probably say that the result is bad. Or that you are bad," the deer replied, with his eyes fixed on the road. “I can tell you from experience. Every man loves sex. Some of us just suddenly have issues if the woman does, too."

He glanced over her shoulder.

“I'm glad you like it. If I was twenty years younger…" he grinned, offering a weak little chuckle. “No, but seriously. I hope you get somewhere better."

The gas station loomed ahead, and he pulled over. It wasn't raining, over here, but it was naturally still night, the brightly lit station hurting to look at, along with the headlights of a dozen or so cars passing through it.

“Look, one… bit of advice. If you want the common idiot man to do what you want, just offer them sex. If you don't mind doing it," the deer pointed out, “They'll probably wade backwards into hell just to fuck you. And good luck, I really have to get going now."

Cider thanked him, stepped out of the car a little dryer than when she had gotten in, and as he drove off, she was left alone in a rather busy parking lot, still barely able to believe that her life had suddenly been upended like this. It was only two days ago that she had been getting fucked at the party, having one of the best days of her life. Now, she was not only pregnant, but completely alone.

But she had confidence, and that was a newfound strength that she fully planned to utilize. With a little wag of her tail, she glanced at the various people at the station. She could hardly hope for others to be as charitable as the old deer had been, and so, after a moment's thought, she pulled off her bra and stuffed it into the little bag she had been allowed to bring from home, leaving her breasts rather seductively visible through the sheer, wet fabric of her shirt.

If there was one thing she knew, it was that men liked those. And no matter how dire the situation, she was still excited about whoever's attention she might catch.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before a car rolled up to her. A convertible, with three young-looking wolves in it. They instantly reminded Cider of that first night when she had, apparently, lost her virginity and probably been fertilized, and the memory in turn made her cunt clench with desire.

“Where's a pretty thing like you going?" the driver barked.

“Next state over," Cider replied. She leaned down a little. The last few months had taught her a lot about seducing men, and one thing they all liked was seeing her cleavage, so she gave the wolves a nice view. “Would you mind giving me a ride?"

“Would you mind giving us a ride?" the wolf joked, and his friends joined in laughing. “Totally, though. Hop in, plenty of space in the back. We're headed just across the border."

They looked a little older than her. No older than thirty, though, Cider thought, but she had never been great at telling someone's age by looking at them. But either way, they were headed in the right direction, and if all they wanted was sex, well, Cider did need to take her own mind off things, too. She climbed into the car – her pregnancy only made it a little harder – and squeezed herself in between the two wolves in the back.

Surprisingly enough, the whole crowd went very quiet when she was actually in the car and the driver was pulling away from the gas station. It was something she had absolutely noticed about men. A lot of the time, the façade of bravado was just that; a façade. When faced with a woman who was actually perfectly horny and willing, they froze up. Though then again, she wasn't immune to those feelings herself.

“Anything you want, boys?" she asked. It only made sense to be a little forward. And she, as always, felt like she needed release. Every moment of living as she was forced to was pure stress.

“Um, you really don't gotta-“ one of the wolves stammered. “I wouldn't want you to do a-anything you're not comfortable with."

“Suit yourself, puppy-brother. I'll take a blowjob," the other one barked.

“Jesus, bro, I'm right next to you," the first whined.

“Yeah, so you can use her pussy or something."

Cider glanced at the other wolf. On closer examination, they did look like brothers. That had to be awkward… but then again, she had never had sex with two – or maybe three – brothers at once.

“Hey, don't actually let him force you into anything back there," the driver laughed. “Unless you really want it."

Personally, she really didn't mind. No, more than that, she wanted it.

“Just drive carefully," she told the wolf in the driver's seat, who immediately and obligingly slowed down just a little.

Cider leaned over, deftly unzipped the older – or so she thought – brother's jeans, and was pleasantly surprised to find him already fully hard under the fabric. She undid the button, too, and tugged down his underwear, letting his cock spring out.

“Well, you gotta-“ the wolf tried to advise, only for his voice to end in a high-pitched moan as Cider actually took his cock into her muzzle, which he clearly wasn't expecting, at least not with such skill. “-f-fuck, oh my god-“

“Hahaha, see, I told that screwball that he'd be totally overwhelmed when he actually meets- oh god, I gotta pull over," the driver laughed, quickly doing just that at the next exit, a vacant rest stop just behind some trees, and laughing at the top of his lungs at his brother's flabbergasted and breathless reaction to having his cock sucked.

Cider simply filtered it out. As she did, the younger brother seemed to have summoned enough courage to grope her. Cider wiggled her rump at him enticingly, getting onto all fours on the car seats now that they'd stopped anyway. She felt his hand slip into her panties, and soon enough the younger wolf had conquered his anxiety and accepted that the pregnant otter-goddess in front of him actually was every bit as lusty as she was coming across as.

His fingers found her slit and pushed in. She moaned happily, muffled only by the other wolf's cock. She still had no idea why anyone would be ashamed of feeling good like this, the only guilt she felt was about allowing herself to get knocked up.

Soon, Cider was merrily bobbing her head up and down on the moaning, squirming wolf's cock while the younger one, behind her, had managed to pull her underwear far enough down to stare, longingly, at her pussy. As if Cider was going to let him go this far without taking a turn inside her. She reached back to spread her lips open for the wolf, hoping that he'd take the invitation without the otter needing to interrupt the delicious blowjob she was giving.

Thankfully, youthful instinct won out. With a growl, the wolf was on top of her, just about shredding through his jeans to fuck an otter he'd never met before on the side of the road. He probably couldn't believe his luck, and maybe the growling was an attempt to wake himself up from the deeply erotic dream he was having, but as he – with a trembling little thrust – managed to sink his cock into her slick embrace, he made the same gasp of equal satisfaction or pleasure that every male seemed to.

Soon all three of them were rocking back and forth, the car creaking as one wolf kept thrusting into her, pushing her muzzle more deeply onto the other's knotted shaft, while the third watched, showing little to no interest in participating but being rather amused by how much fun his brothers were suddenly having.

“Can't… god, I can't," the one buried knot-deep in her pussy huffed. “Can't h-hold it, oh my god she's so amazing."

“Yeah, that's what the pussy is f-for," the one she was sucking replied, working up that false bravado again despite trembling life a leaf with his cock throbbing and jerking in Cider's mouth. “So just c-cream her."

Someone pulled up behind them.

“Fuck, hold on. I'll try to not throw you off," the driver said. He pressed the gas, and the car lurched forward. The otter and the wolves were pressed against the seat by the sudden acceleration, but both of them took hold of her body to prevent her from falling.

There was something deeply thrilling about getting railed in a moving car. Something unnecessarily dangerous, too. But it was that or they'd get reported for a public display of affection, which was a crime severely punished by the Party, unless it was strictly both straight and between a married man and a woman married to that man – the rules had been amended to require the marriage to be between the participants rather than marriage in general, which several party members had used as a loophole – with both participants fully clothed.

But regardless of how ill-advised their rutting was, it felt beautiful and liberating, with the wind blowing through Cider's hair and fur as she rocked back against the cock inside her, faster and faster, both from the urgency of her growing pleasure and the equally urgent worries of what might happen if the driver lost control.

Just then, though, she felt the cock in her muzzle twitch, and instinctively sealed her lips around it. She always liked swallowing cum, though not nearly as much as she knew the boys liked making her do it. A thick rope of if erupted into her mouth a split second later, and she did just that, swallowing in greedy mouthfuls. All in all, he had lasted maybe five minutes, but that only made Cider feel sexier about how good she could make men feel.

“F-fuckfuckfuck-“ the wolf groaned, fingers digging into Cider's neck and scalp as he came, almost helpless with the pleasure washing over him.

The one in her pussy only managed to hold back for maybe another minute. Then she felt him jerk too, before the young lupine quickly hilted inside her so his knot would tie them together. She loved that part; the sweet stretching, the feeling of being totally possessed. And knowing that instant it had tied them together, he would- throb. There it was. She loved the sensation almost beyond words, from the quick rhythmic twitching, to the heat blossoming inside her with each jerk of his cock as he inseminated her already pregnant body. And of course, the wolf howled out in pleasure, loud enough that others on the road could've easily heard him.

“Sheesh, how pent up were you two? If we get fined for this, you're both paying," the driver admonished them. “And you are paying for her leaking all over the seats – no, otter, you're okay, they're the ones making the mess – or at least getting me a pizza or something."

“Pff, easy for you to say, being gay," the wolf who had just filled Cider's muzzle laughed. “If you weren't, you'd be making a mess with us too, this otter's just smoking hot!"

The driver rolled his eyes, though nobody could see it. “Yeah, yeah, you're just two giant hornballs, but I'm glad you got your rocks off at least. Means we can actually focus on the clubs later."

Cider slowly pulled her mouth off the wolf's cock and gave him a beaming smile. “Thanks," she breathed, a little more ragged than usual. “I kinda needed that."

“You needed that? Oh man, you have no idea," the wolf chuckled, at a pitch that almost sounded more like a giggle, clearly having most of his mind still totally blank after the orgasm. “We'll take you anywhere you wanna- hey, bro, are you still cumming back there?"

“F-fuck- fuck you," the younger wolf groaned. Yes, he was still cumming, still pumping his seed into the depths of Cider's eager pussy. Canines did that when you let them tie you. But without any need to stay on all fours, Cider climbed into his lap, careful to not pull too hard on the tie, and settled there, her increasingly heavy breasts squashing against the wolf's chest.

The throbs were, at least fading. “Almost done, though," he sighed, with the kind of bliss that no jab from his brothers could interrupt for long. “Thank you."

Cider wasn't used to being thanked for letting boys fuck her, but it did feel good.

She sat in the younger wolf's lap until the driver announced that they were now crossing the state lines. “So, want us to drop you off here, or…?"

“Drive a little longer, please," Cider replied. “I still need to get off your brother's knot."

“Can do. But little bro, you remember what I said about you owing me?" the driver laughed, heartily, enough that the car itself shook as he struggled to focus on holding it steady. “I'm gonna want a pizza and a beer for being like, your personal knot-chaperone!"

Well, as horny as the younger wolf was, he did eventually deflate enough to slip out of Cider's creamy snatch, and he was quick to hand her a few tissues, if only to avoid his brother's wrath later when the back seats were soiled with cum.

As they pulled up at the next stop with significant numbers of buses and trains connecting to it, the driver asked if she'd be alright repeatedly, and Cider told him that she would be. This place even had a supermarket, which she could see gleaming like a lighthouse in the distance. She didn't have any money, but Cider, increasingly familiar with how the world actually worked, knew that she could easily get a meal by just offering her pussy for a moment of use. And she'd get a nice orgasm too. It was such a win-win situation that she was genuinely surprised that nobody else seemed to be doing it.

Maybe it was the risk of pregnancy. Yeah, it had to be. Otherwise, she really couldn't see the problem.

The wolves drove away, with the driver giving her his number just in case, as in, just in case she did need their help, and Cider dutifully stashed it in her bag for future reference. It might actually be handy to have a friend who wasn't attracted to her at all, if not for right now, then after she sorted out this horrible situation.

Well, she hopped out of the car, the wolves' cum still lingering on her lips. This place was another roadside thing. A supermarket and a train station, it looked like, and it was in her “promised land," the state of the “liberal communists".

So now what, Cider?

I mean, I don't know? Talk to people?

Look up their social services?

She stood still, swallowed up in her inner questioning, watching, and taking in the sights. It was already dawn, but other than the promise of light and warmth, the sun didn't really reveal anything other than another place that looked a lot like the one she had left.

Ask some if they have a shelter for pregnant, homeless women?

Thinking about being pregnant still felt someone trying to drive a toothpick into her head. She hadn't kissed anyone, and then it turned out that apparently that wasn't even needed. It didn't make it feel any more natural.

Just as she was about to take a step and head into the supermarket to ask the staff there, someone, as if delivered by providence, called out to her again.

“Are you going somewhere?" a vixen asked, approaching her in the parking lot with two bags of groceries in her hands. “You look a little stressed. Not great for the baby, trust me, I'd know."

She patted her own, very obviously pregnant belly.

“I'm not, I just… had to go," she sighed. Cider didn't mean to pour her heart out to every stranger she met, but it just kept happening, and the fox's vulpine smile was disarming. “I got kicked out of my home."

“What, for getting pregnant? Are you from- ooh, you are, aren't you? Poor thing," the fox sighed. “Do you even have a place to sleep tonight?"

Cider shook her head, and the fox's ears folded flat against hers in turn. “Okay. Well, you do now, you can come with me to our… commune," she offered. “Maybe it won't be your thing, but it's better than sleeping under a bridge. And we'll help you deliver the baby, too."

Naturally, there was no way she could deny an offer like that. Even if they turned out to be cannibals or something, at least she'd have shelter until they ate her. So, she agreed, while also asking for more details. What did the fox mean about it “maybe not being her thing"?

The fox looked a little bashful as she explained. “Well, it's a, ahem, free love kind of place. We focus on, um… gods, this really shouldn't be this awkward to explain for me as a founding member, haha!"

She paused, gathering her thoughts and sipping from the water bottle she had been carrying. “The catch is that we're all, always, willing to get fucked and bred by anyone else. Men and women both, yeah? So, if you feel horny you can just hop on someone's cock. If they feel horny, they can dump their cum in your pussy. And none of us wear protection."

“That sounds… a lot like what I was doing," Cider admitted, feeling a blush creep in. “Only I never wanted to get pregnant."

“Well, you can always stay until you're fertile again, and then decide to leave if you'd rather not," the fox suggested. “But really, being pregnant is a wonderful experience. It's what our bodies were made for, after all!"

She patted her own proudly gravid belly.

“And um, food, money…?" she asked. “I don't really have a job right now."

“No, we're a commune. I think the government guys in your state outlawed the idea… but we have a farm and we're generally self-sustaining. We sell fresh produce and arts and crafts and all the money goes to everyone," the fox smiled. “Oh, where are my manners, jeez. I'm Camryn."

“Cider," the otter replied. She was still trying to wrap her head around the idea of a commune. The idea seemed pleasant, everyone sharing everything, including their bodies. And she must've looked confused because the fox chose to speak again soon afterwards.

“You know, it's not that hard when your local government doesn't actively sabotage it. Come see, you can at least leave your kid with us if you don't think you're ready for parenthood!"

Cider had no real reason to decline. Things could really only go up from where she had found herself; with nothing except the baby in her belly. And the idea of eating literally anything sounded pretty amazing right then and there, too, so she agreed, with a little more enthusiasm than she had initially been intending to imply.

“Great!" the fox squeaked. “Let's go. It's just a short drive. Um, oh, tractor…"

“Tractor?" Cider asked.

“Yeah. I drove here in one. Just meant to do some shopping, but… there's no space for… ah, screw it, you just squeeze into the cabin with me. Sit in my lap or the like," Camryn improvised, taking a moment to hang her groceries on the side of the vehicle.

She led the otter to what was indeed a tractor. Of course, Cider had seen tractors before, but it still felt so different from the large SUVs, oversized pick-up trucks and station wagons that everyone drove where she was from. A vehicle with true utility was exotic.

The fox climbed into the cabin, and sat on the single seat available up there. Thankfully, physical touch was one thing that Cider wasn't the least bit shy about. As long as it wasn't kissing, which she still was a little worried about, even if she had the truth revealed to her. The act remained a taboo, something forbidden that she just wasn't supposed to do.

Cider climbed into the cabin as well. It was tight, but she managed to somewhat squeeze herself in there, though it left her body firmly squished against the fox's, pregnant bellies included. The feeling was oddly intimate for something borne out of pure necessity.

“Sorry," Cider mumbled.

“Hey, I was the one who invited you," Camryn laughed. She reached for the various buttons and levers in the front of the cabin, grunting with exertion as she just barely managed to reach one. Cider had no idea what any of them did, but the engine rumbled to life with a deep bass tune that was almost exciting, the way she could feel it through her whole body – and Camryn's.

She tried to sit as still as possible as the fox navigated the tractor onto the road and headed towards the “commune".

If they don't eat me, it'll be an improvement, she told herself.

“So, um, how often do you usually get fucked each day over there?" she asked.

“Oh, totally depends on what I'm doing and what the men are doing. Sometimes it's no times at all, other days I can't really get any work done because everyone is balls deep in me… or needing some oral attention. The women, too," Camryn smiled.

Cider had only played with another woman exactly once. Mostly, it was really the men who were interested. Some quirk of biology that the otter hadn't figured out yet.

After a little bit more small talk. Camryn pulled onto a dirt road, and then onto a farm, where she parked the tractor.

“Well, here we are," she told Cider. “I gotta get the groceries put away and a bed prepared for you. Go say hello to everyone you see. If they ask, Camryn invited you, but they probably won't with how cute you are. Might ask if they can fuck you since you're new, and you should totally let them!"

If any of this was even half real, it was something like a dream. Like what Cider had been doing already, but in positive light, rather than the result of her being manipulated by assholes. She could feel herself getting wet again as she imagined what life here would be like. It felt a little strange to think about how rapidly the connotations of a simple act could change. At first, it had been nothing but innocent joy. Then, a world-ending and relationship-crushing scandal. And now… well, she hoped it would be joy again, if a little better-informed.

Cider wasn't quite sure if she wanted to get pregnant right after her first child, though, which meant this might not become her home. It wasn't the pregnancy she loved so much; it was the sex.

Someone tapped her shoulder, and the otter spun around with an entirely undignified squeak. Behind her stood a horse almost twice as tall as her, buck naked.

“Hey! Newcomer, are ya? One of 'em disowned kids from the asshole state?" he spoke, with the kind of warm drawl that sounded friendly, but most didn't associate with friendliness because of connotations.

“Y-yeah," Cider replied. “Um, my parents didn't like… this," she breathed, barely audible at all as she gestured vaguely at her swollen belly.

“Ya, darn shame that is. We have and have had a few like you over them years," he sighed. “Kid who discovers they like the most natural thing in the world, an' the parents think it's bad anyway. SIGH."

He pronounced that sigh like a world, not as an actual sigh.

“Well, yer safe here," he smiled. “If you want to stay."

Cider kept trying to look into his chestnut-brown eyes, but her eyes kept slipping to his muscular, sweaty torso, perfectly sculpted as if from hardwood, and then to the very plump and proudly displayed package between his legs, from juicy sheath to heavy, heavy balls. She cursed herself quietly, but then again, she was also on display, wasn't she? There was no hiding her belly, nor her increasingly aching tits.

“Want to get started?" he asked.

Cider stared at him. She was, of course, no stranger to sex at all, but hearing someone be that open about it still shocked her! Usually, the boys would hint at it as subtly as they could.

“Ya know, fuckin'. Don't have to yet if ya don't wanna, but there ain't no shame in it here," he smiled. “An' I could use a good fuck."

“I mean, sure, yeah," she squeaked, snapping out of her frozen deer-in-the-headlights state. Maybe the last few days had been hard, but that hadn't actually changed anything about her; she refused to dislike sex just because it could in fact lead to pregnancies. Even then, she couldn't get any more pregnant right now. “Here, or…?"

“Well, maybe not in public unless ya wanna distract everyone from their work," the horse chuckled, his cock slipping free of his sheath. “Barn's good for it. Bales of hay an' all."

Well, he showed her to the barn, where Cider quickly shed her clothes and, with practiced ease, presented her rather eager pussy for the horse. She needed this. Catharsis, if nothing else.

He was pleased to take what he wanted, though he went slow at first, given his girth, and Cider found herself rather thankful for that, because when fully erect, the horse was bigger than any of her previous lovers. Big enough to make her gasp, feeling as if his steady thrusts were leaving her hips permanently wider. At the very least, she'd be walking bow-legged for a while. Well, that, and visibly oozing with cum, because when the stallion did cum, he pumped what felt like it must've been a gallon of thick, warm sperm into her.

Cider was left a breathless mess, with every inch of her aching with exertion by the end of it, and then they fucked again, and again, until even a stud like the horse was drained and it was getting dark outside. Only then did someone else knock on the barn door.

“Holy- well, you weren't kidding about liking sex, going for the biggest stud right off the bat! That's fantastic, but also, it smells like a high schooler's bedroom in here", Camryn laughed, shamelessly staring at Cider and the horse. “That's what you get with James here, I guess. Just as horny as when he was a literal teenager, ha!"

The horse – James – snorted at her, as if suggesting that she was just jealous that it was the newcomer who got her brains fucked out, first.

Needless to say, Cider slept well that night. She slept even better the next, once the commune's other men learned that they had someone new who was, like them, perfectly open to having sex with any and all of them. In short, she fit right in, and soon the commune felt just like home, just with way more sex than a regular home might've featured. She helped out where she could, labor-wise, tending smaller crops like strawberries, though being that she was increasingly heavily pregnant, she couldn't do much.

Nor was she expected to, not in that state. The price the men of the commune paid was that since the women were always pregnant, they had to do almost all of the heavy labor. They all seemed rather happy with the deal, though, and as far as Cider could tell, nobody was left wanting. It was an interesting sensation, though; she had, all those months ago, had the world of sex revealed to her as something totally natural, casual, and fun. Then she had been punished for believing it. And now, she was evidently back in that dream-state, just waiting to somehow wake up again and find herself on the side of the road, but she never did.

Her pregnancy grew more and more overwhelming. She couldn't do much but waddle around the last month or so before birth for some reason, she wasn't even nervous about it, but at the same time, she was deeply unsure if she ever wanted to repeat the process. It was incredible how big her stomach had gotten in so little time.

When it finally happened, it did hurt, but Camryn was there for her, holding her hand the entire day, until her half-wolf baby was out and already howling weakly, in that helpless little baby way that made Cider want to clutch it to her chest forever and never let go.

A few months after that, though, came another decision. With how the commune was set up, everyone had to be pregnant as much of the time as possible. They were building a small society of mutual aid, after all, rather than relying on all the systems already in place, and that required people. That meant that she'd have to give herself to a man of her choice – or all of them – for insemination the instant she went into heat again, signaled, as Camryn told her, by a rather warm tingling that the otter was already beginning to feel in her loins. And she wasn't sure if she wanted to.

It was one of those things. It felt as if by getting fertilized again – as hot as the thought was – she'd be locking herself into this lifestyle of being a permanently pregnant broodmare. Then again, maybe it was just time to stop worrying. Maybe, given how nice everyone at this commune was, it could even be time to kiss someone and really let go of the past. She shuddered from the tip of her tail to her nubby little ears at the fantasy of that. Maybe she'd pick James for it. He seemed like a classic stud, and had fathered probably half the babies currently being raised at the commune, and that lascivious productivity turned Cider on like few other things could. But there were other men who had caught her eye, too.

She wanted to stay at the farm, that much she knew for sure. Maybe the world where sex was seen as normal, fun, and casual wasn't real, but if it wasn't, she didn't really want to leave her happy fantasy. Being able to fuck anyone as an equal was just too much fun.

So, the otter reasoned, feeling her belly – which felt oddly empty and flat given the tribulations of the last months – maybe it'd be better to just get it over and done with. Just a quick session of bare sex to get someone's seed in her and letting her body do its thing. But she struggled with really taking that step. The first time had been such a shock that allowing herself to get bred again was almost as much of a hangup as kissing was, for the otter.

Then again, maybe it was just time to rip the band-aid off, so to speak, to just embrace what she was; a wanton slut, equal parts sexy and horny, like everyone else at the commune.

Cider went to sit outside. She watched the people pass by as she pondered her next move. There was Rocky planting a couple of trees that'd hopefully grow part of the farm's beautiful orchard. He was a grey wolf and another one of those really horny guys who somehow was always ready to go. James, the draft horse who had fucked her when she first arrived here, was working on some sort of shed, and Cider afforded herself the luxury of just staring at his muscular form for a moment. Camryn was tending to the grown trees, watering each with a hose.

Trees didn't care who fertilized them.

It was a completely mundane moment, the realization so trivial that it felt almost like she was parodying herself, but suddenly she understood how this was meant to go. Why would she care?

“Hey, Rocky!" she called out. “Wanna set up a breeding bench for me? Except like, right in the middle of the yard!"

The wolf's ears perked. “Oh, so you're going to stay? That's great news!"

“Yep, I think I will!" Cider replied. She stood up, casually taking off her clothes, and slathering every part of herself where her fur wasn't long with sunscreen. It was a warm summer day, after all, and she was about to have a long outdoor breeding session.

Rocky left for a moment, heading to the barn, and then returned dragging a leather-clad seat, the kind that Cider could comfortably lay over while letting the men, and a few women, do their thing.

“Who do you want to go first?" he asked, as he set it up, helpfully in the shade of an old oak that stood in the middle of the yard, and had probably done so for centuries.

“That's kind of the thing, I don't want to know," Cider squeaked. That felt dirty, even for her. But so many of nature's creations didn't know, either. They just existed, and things happened, and she wanted to be like that too. Like a tree pollinated by a stranger, maybe from an altogether different land.

“That's cute," the wolf smiled. “Well, this is all set up and ready, just yell if you need a drink or something."

He returned to his duties, though knowing him, he'd certainly be having a turn. Just not first, respecting Cider's wishes.

Her heart was beating rapidly as she approached the bench, running her fingers over the warm, soft leather. This really was it, wasn't it? She was going to really give the middle finger to all those people like the Party, like her parents, like those assholes who lied to her, and embrace her new life rather than being shamed into abandoning it. And she'd do so in the most glorious way, by letting almost thirty men fuck her into sweet, pregnant oblivion.

There was just one more thing, something she had to do.

“Hey, I want everyone to kiss me too, so tell them that, please," she called out to Rocky again. “But don't like… tell me who you are."

She was blushing fiercely now, enough that the brown fur around her muzzle was almost black with how red the skin beneath was. Asking for it felt like she was breaking a taboo so grave that she felt halfway between floating in the clouds and sinking into the ground, never to return.

“Oh, the classic anonymous breeding? Sure, you got any music?" Rocky laughed, and Cider gestured to her phone. It didn't have much in the way of reception out here, but it did have a bunch of her favorite songs downloaded. “Otherwise, you'll recognize them by the moans- ah, great!"

Well, that was all she had any input over. Now, she was going to be like the tree and just let life happen. Cider climbed onto the seat and slipped the earbuds into her ears. Then, she turned on the music – something casual, soothing, but happy to drown out the noise – and closed her eyes, simultaneously spreading her legs just enough to leave her fertile little flower on full display for pollination.

She wasn't going to pay any attention at all beyond laying here, zoning out to music, and cumming again and again as-

-someone tapped her shoulder. Camryn.

“You want a drink or something? Bottle of water? It is kind of a warm day," she smiled, handing the otter a bottle before she had time to reply. “I'm really glad you decided to stay. But, there is one thing…"

Cider paused the music and cocked an eyebrow. Camryn had just recently given birth, herself, and still had that healthy glow that made her orange fur even more vibrant in the afternoon sun.

“I think I should be the first one to kiss you," she whispered, a little bashfully.

As Cider reeled from that request – not that Camryn wasn't attractive, but that request sounded a lot like what asking to cum inside someone unprotected sounded like to others – she suddenly felt something much more familiar prod at her other set of lips, in a far more sexual kiss.

“Shush, don't say anything back there," Camryn laughed. “She doesn't want to know who goes first, or last, or anyone at all!"

The male, naturally, didn't reply, at least not with words. He did respond rather physically, though, and with a thrust of his hips, he slipped inside Cider. It felt great, like it always did, but more than anything it reinforced that she really didn't get what the big deal was. Even if they had lied to her, those guys who had started this whole descent, or ascent, had been right. Sex was just something fun anyone could do together!

Well, bar for the pregnancies, as heralded by the stiff cock inside her, unprotected, thrust by thrust preparing to do its life-creating duty. But that was how it was meant to be, life as nature intended it, orgasmic bliss in pulse after clench after pulse, with the consequences seen as a positive, just like her increasingly slippery pussy emphasized with each thrust of the wonderful cock into her fertile and receptive depths.

Camryn's request echoed in her mind. The fox had been the one to effectively save her. She'd never be as into women as she was into men, but maybe she deserved that little moment. Certainly, she was still there, kneeling in front of the otter, watching her get rocked back and forth by increasingly urgent thrusts. Maybe that was enough, or maybe it didn't matter. Not really.

“Okay," she whispered back, after so long that Camryn looked surprised to receive an answer at all. The fox didn't hesitate, though, not for one second. She leaned forward, pressing soft, plump, raspberry-flavored lips against Cider's and just holding the position until the otter stopped shivering. Only then did she tilt her head and truly catch Cider in a kiss that had the fox's tongue exploring the otter's lips, the tips of their tongues touching ever so briefly.

At the same time, the first of the hopefully many men who would seed her today twitched inside her, and Cider moaned into Camryn's mouth. Now, she felt dirty, but in an amazing, heady way that left her almost drunk on sensations again, just like she had been back at the pool. Here she was, kissing someone, while letting someone else empty their balls inside her fertile womb. Breeding her.

Suddenly Cider was cumming, and hard. She moaned out, thrashing on the seat, barely clinging onto it. Camryn's fingers laced with her own to hold her hands throughout the intense climax.

“There you go, I'm so happy you came with me. And that you stayed," she murmured, watching the otter shiver as she received another load of that thick, masculine, belly-swelling cream.

By now, a queue was already forming. Camryn, once Cider stopped moaning and squirming, gently put the earbuds back on the otter to let her dream herself away while getting bred. Then, she kissed her again, with even more passion this time, as the first male pulled out and the second pushed in without even letting the otter leak, quickly thrusting the previous load into a white froth as he eagerly rutted into her eager embrace. The first in turn walked around to the front to give Cider a deep, passionate kiss, which she accepted without hesitation.

She liked this.

She liked being filled by all of these people who'd become her friends over the months.

There was nothing wrong with any of it. Not with the tapered wolf-cock that moved in sharp, angled thrusts that left her whimpering, or the thick equine shaft that made her gasp breathlessly as it stretched her wide open, or their kisses afterwards, still making sure that she conceived in the depths or her erotic fantasies.

Between each orgasm, she only felt more comfortable, laying limply on the seat and letting everyone push her body into sweet climax again, while enjoying the warm sun on her fur and the sweet sounds or her favorite songs in her ears. And she was among friends. It'd been hot before, but there was an intimacy that she had lacked. Maybe that was the missing component. Casual, free sex was fine, but it was so much better when she knew that she liked each and every man who fucked her and came inside her.

There was a familiar warmth to it, a bonding, a sense of, well, Cider didn't really know how to phrase all those feelings inside her, but what she did know was that she loved it.

Person number four dug his fingers into her ass and thick ruddertail as he took his turn. Five went hard from the very first moment, and six in turn went slow, taking time to rub Cider's clit in circular little motions until she came around his shaft. But each sweet session ended in the same way, with the both of them succumbing to their biological imperatives. Twitch, twitch, twitch, and her body eagerly swallowing every drop of the virile heat it demanded. Then, they rewarded her with kisses, some hungry and sexual, some modest little pecks, and some loving, drawn-out affairs.

One final lover took his turn inside her. Once again, Cider made sure to not try to guess who it was, but the lupine cock – which her sensitized pussy felt every little detail of – left only a few choices. Not that she was really thinking about his identity. She was completely focused, to the point that her eyes were screwed shut, on how it felt, and how it felt was majestic.

Oh, she couldn't hold anything back, yowling like a cat in heat as the last of the farm's men plunged his breeding rod, again and again, into her sperm-soaked pussy, and those sounds of pleasure only encouraged him go harder. Again, Camryn was there to help steady the otter, to make sure she didn't slide off, or worse yet, that he didn't slide out. She had a look of almost religious reverence, truly admiring the act she was witnessing, watching Cider embrace every last fiber of her slutty femininity and finding a rather carnal, erotic pride in doing so.

It was adorable, beautiful, purposeful, and she had already cum several times to watching the display, with her wet fingers still teasing her own soaked sex. But today wasn't about her; it was purely for Cider, so that she could not only conceive again but truly embrace all of what she was, in thick rope after thick rope pulsing into her little pussy, every shuddering and breathless insemination.

Just one remained now. Camryn gave Cider one last kiss and then moved behind her to watch the last of the men at work. Going by his rapid thrusting, he wasn't going to last long, so Camryn decided to help. She cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, rubbing the heavy seat of his virility against Cider's entrance as if to remind her of what was in store. It only made the otter squirm more.

She truly did admire the display. With the vixen watching, the last male's buttocks clenched as he thrust in harder, his balls already drawing up against is body. Camryn held her hand there, with one finger pressed against his bulging urethra.

“Come on, knock her up for me," she whispered.

He was past the point of no return. It would happen. Not that she wasn't already full to the point of leaking, which the fox also found to be an incredibly beautiful sight, the pearly-white seed contrasting with her dark brown fur and pink lips fucked almost red-raw. It was such a visceral symbol of pleasure and shameless lust.

With a dominant growl, he thrust all the way into her and let go. Camryn, and Cider as well, felt his cock bulge and then throb. The fox felt his cum rushing through his shaft. Cider felt the heat blossom inside her one last time, and surrendered fully to that sensation. She was just a breeder, and happy about that. This was her place. Dutifully, she clenched hard around the final cock, ensuring that she spilled as little as possible, while greedily teasing him to jerk and twitch a few more times, depositing all the seed he had safely inside her fecund body. When he was done, when nothing remained, he'd circle around and give the otter her final kiss of the day, too.

Cider relaxed, letting all four of her limbs hang limply off the bench, and just existed, living in the beautiful moment without a single worry in her mind. She knew that she'd be going to bed with a new life growing inside her, just as it was supposed to, and that she'd soon be visibly pregnant with someone's pups again, and she was deeply, utterly at peace with that. This time, after all, she had chosen to let it happen. She had kissed her partners.

She couldn't wait to start to show like all the other women at the commune.