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So, this is kind of a weird story… um, I guess it all started in the final year of high school. I didn't go to a good one, so there was a lot of stuff like students getting pregnant and dropping out and all that stuff. Me and my friends always wondered how exactly that happened, because they always said it was “accidental". But come on, we had sex ed. We knew how babies get made, and they absolutely did too. Or they should've, I guess, before it was too obvious to ignore.

“Maybe they just got caught up in the moment," Leia, a friend of mine, suggested while we were lounging in the cafeteria during lunch. “Like, they just forgot how things happen."

Leia always assumed the best of people, but that was probably part of being a deer. “Doe-eyed" was basically synonymous with naïve, after all. Jennifer, a vixen, raised an eyebrow, clearly questioning Leia's theory with her best doubtful expression.

“Nah, that's silly, it's probably like broken condoms, I bet, Alice suggested. She was a bunny who, given her rather liberated and loose nature, should've been knocked up already if condoms actually broke that often.

“I think they just secretly wanted it. Our bodies are made for it after all- well, not-" Jennifer suggested, stuttering as she noticed the trans girl in our group, Cynthia, looking at her with a kind of deep-set disappointment in her gaze. “I mean, generally made for that."

“Yeah," Cynthia smiled, only a little dejected. “I would if I could."

“See, so it's probably just natural to want it. Just to get the being pregnant part over with," Jennifer continued. “So we won't be so scared of it."

I had to chime in on that. “That's ridiculous," I scoffed. “I've never really wanted to get pregnant."

“Well, you probably will. All those other girls probably did, or they didn't care," Jennifer laughed. “I mean, even our trans girl does, I think all women want it at some point. It's just getting an early start."

“Almost sounds like you want it," Alice pointed out.

“I mean, yeah, but not if I gotta do it alone. Maybe if we all got pregnant," she grinned. It was that almost manic kind of grin which told me she absolutely meant that and was hatching some kind of crazy plan for it.

“Okay, so you definitely want it," Alice snarked.

“I do. It's just that like… haven't you ever wondered how it feels? They all seem so happy after they get knocked up," Jennifer said. “Like it's a totally natural and biological need for us."

Cynthia's ears folded against her skull, but the wolf didn't disagree with what Jennifer was suggesting. So, in other words, we had at least two pregnancy fetishists in our little group. Maybe that was how people got “accidentally" pregnant; their horny friends cajoled them into it. I was just about to disagree, but Leia cut me off before I could open my mouth.

“Yeah, I've wondered about it," she admitted. “But I also always worry about it when I'm with some guy, haha."

“Doesn't it kinda turn you on?" Jennifer prodded further.

I know it turned me on, but having a kid at eighteen years old would be a goddamn catastrophe, I wanted to go to college, and maybe get some partying done too, not start nursing a snotty baby in my best and hottest years!

“It does, but like, I don't have a boyfriend," Leia groaned. “Maybe we could just have Cynthia do it."

Cynthia blushed pretty fiercely at that. The wolf did have a cock, yes, but she wasn't very enthusiastic about using it, and, well…

“I've been on HRT for like a year," she grumbled. “It's not gonna work."

“You mean you can't get hard, or the sperm-" Jennifer started, only to be silenced by all of us staring daggers at her. The question was just way too invasive, but Jennifer was always like that. She meant the sperm though. I know trans women mostly shot blanks, so to speak, “-yeah okay, so I guess we just find some horny boys."

“We?" I asked.

“Well, unless you want to be the only one not pregnant," Jennifer grinned, with more than a little meanness to her expression. “The rest of you want to do it, right?"

Leia nodded.

Alice hesitated for a moment, but then nodded as well. “I guess it'd mean I don't need to bother with condoms."

“You wouldn't need to use condoms because you got the baby those condoms were designed to prevent," I scoffed.

“I mean, yes, but also it is kind of hot, Jennifer is right about it being our um… purpose, kind of. We'll all get pregnant sooner or later anyway," Alice replied, her long ears perking up as she evidently excited herself talking about it.

I hadn't taken her for such a fatalist, but I guess philosophy 101 must've had an effect on her. It was a crazy line of thinking, even if I had to admit that the idea of taking a boy unprotected was very naughty.

“How about the rest of you?" the vixen asked, turning towards the other girls at our table. She, along with Alice, Cynthia, and Leia were the ones I talked the most with, but there were a few others around the periphery.

I expected a resounding “no", honestly. Because who wants to get pregnant at our age? Instead, we got very hesitant answers, maybe leaning towards “yes" which I found extremely strange.

Maybe some people really did have a drive to get knocked up as soon as possible. I'd happily sit this one out, though.

“Okay!" Jennifer laughed. “So, let's make it official. Sign a pact and do it."

“With whom? Are you just going to fuck some strangers?" I asked, increasingly frustrated with her insane schemes.

“You know how boys are, you just hint at sex and they're all panting and drooling," Jennfier grinned. “Easy enough to get literally any of them to do it. Maybe we could do it at the park or some festival or whatever."

“So you'll just-“ I began, only to be cut off again.

“Yeah, just pick a cute boy, sneak into the bushes, let him put it in me and cum and then keep that sexy cum in my pussy," she replied, squirming a little. I noticed some of the other girls squirming too.

Did they really have a kink for it, or did they just want to please Jennifer by agreeing? She was sort of the queen bee of the group, being a very extroverted and beautiful fox, but I'd never felt forced to always agree with her like that. I hoped the others didn't either.

But I also hoped they weren't that horny to get bred by total strangers. It was one thing if it happened by accident with your partner. Doing it deliberately, with some dick who only saw your pussy as a hole to cum inside of, and who didn't even want to be a father, that was crazy.

Yet everyone agreed with her, leaving me looking like that crazy one!

“I guess June here can keep score," Jennifer grinned her mean grin at me. Yeah, that was me, I was a vixen too but nowhere near as curvy and beautiful as Jennifer. Just a regular, slender fox with narrow, boyish hips and maybe B-cup tits at best. “If she's too chicken to do it."

I frowned. For fuck's sake, I was eighteen. Way too old for all this peer pressure and teen drama, or so it felt at the time. “You can't be serious."

“No, I-“ she opened her backpack and pulled out a notebook. “-totally am, let's write a contract."

She quickly penned something while I watched.

We, the undersigned, promise to get pregnant by any means necessary, attempting to do so at least until Halloween. We will then proceed to help each other out during this experience…"

The other vixen paused for a moment. “Should there be a penalty for girls who don't do it? Do we even need one?"

“I don't need one," Leia huffed. Yeah, I could tell she was getting off to the idea. Alice too, even if she stayed quiet like bunnies usually did.

Evidently, Jennifer had tapped into some rich vein of teenage girl kinks, and nothing I tried to protest with – how hard raising a kid would be, or the risk of STDs when fucking random strangers – would change their minds.

“I think June should do it too, though," someone squeaked. Cynthia. Her as well? I'd have thought she of all people could understand why I wouldn't want to, but I guess there really was no big difference between trans and cis girls anywhere other than the crotch. Typical.

“Why?" I asked. By now I was getting outright frustrated with these girls, even if they were my friends.

“Well, it's not as much fun if it's not all of us," Cynthia smiled. “I mean, except me… but I'll still let someone fuck me."

An approving murmur from the goddamn peanut gallery in the back, all those other girls who I only interacted with briefly or for classwork. Tess, Hannah, Toni, Anne, whoever else. They looked at me expectantly.

“No, I'm not doing it," I snarled. “You guys have fun being teen moms."

“Mm. We do need someone to keep track, though…" Jennifer murmured as she kept writing.

Each of the undersigned will have unprotected sexual intercourse with at least one boy until a pregnancy test shows a positive result, she wrote, adding to her perverted impromptu contract.

“So, we'll have to do it somewhere that June or Cynthia can watch us," Alice asked. Dammit, that part I had known about, her exhibitionist streak. She had started an OnlyFurs account the instant she reached adulthood, and from what I heard, was raking it in.

Better hope the audience likes pregnant girls too, I thought, looking at her. The more they all talked about what they planned to do, the more the plans solidified. They all seemed dead set on doing it, and like, what was I to do? I'd just be the odd one out as usual while they made some boys very happy and came out of it with babies and ruined lives. Great. I rubbed my temples with frustration while all the other girls scrambled over to sign Jennifer's contract of doom.

Sometimes I got the strong feeling that I was the only independent person left in the world. Everyone else just followed whatever a charismatic leader said.

“So, that's everyone," the other vixen smiled. “Except June. But I guess you and Cynthia can be referees unless you change your mind."

“You want us to watch you get fucked?" I asked.

“Yeah, but hey, free porn! Boys pay a lot for that shit," she laughed.

Well, it seemed like I wasn't going to talk my way out of this one. Alice was probably the most excited, wanting to get started right away. I told her we still had classes to attend, but her reply was pretty much what I expected

“Aw, we can miss one class, let's just be bad girls for once! You're not the one who's gonna be walking around with her pussy full of cum either," she giggled.

Almost seemed like she was in heat, really. I know I wasn't, but there was no getting away from her when she was this enthusiastic. At the same time, Jennifer left with a couple of the other girls, and Cynthia with Leia.

“Okay. So, if I have to do this, where are we going?" I asked.

“Eh, we'll do it here at school. I'll just pick someone and fuck them in the locker rooms," the bunny smiled. “Should be empty, I don't think anyone's in the gym at the moment."

And then she set off. I followed at an inconspicuous distance as she approached the first bunch of boys also enjoying their lunch break and struck up a conversation with a handsome cougar. I was far enough that I couldn't hear what they said, but I could see the color drain from his face when she sprung her suggestion. Probably all rushing to his stupid cock instantly.

Like, yeah, I got the appeal of it. Sex was fun. Embracing these giant consequences wasn't, and on top of that, letting strangers fuck you seemed degrading. But there was still something tingly about watching the bunny try to talk this cougar cougar into having bare sex with her. It kind of reminded me of animals in mating season, like my parents had at their farm. They didn't care, they just did it, with the instinctive goal of getting pregnant. And now that instinct seemed to have gripped all of my friends, thanks to Jennifer.

And again. I did feel it too. I wondered what it was like. Really opening myself up for a male. Presenting my naked pussy for his naked cock. Him sliding into me and knowing exactly where that initial penetration would lead. And then, well, letting him do his job. Letting him rut into me like one of those farm animals until his cock did the whole throbbing thing and filled me with all the cum that he had stored up, probably ensuring a pregnancy if I was even slightly fertile. That thought actually did make me twitch a little, just underneath my bellybutton. That throbbing boys did was really hot.

I had never had a bare cock inside me, so I didn't know how it'd feel. I guess I'd have to see how Alice reacted.

But you know, even though I could feel that sympathetic lust, along with the call of biological urges, I wasn't actually going to do it like my classmates. This was all of them basically destroying their futures, except maybe Jennifer with her rich parents. None of them would ever end up in college with a baby or two to raise. I guess it was their choice, and I suppose some women just preferred the life of motherhood, but god, I didn't understand it at all. Even in the best case, it was a few minutes of intense euphoria and then almost nineteen years of having to raise a kid, putting your own life on pause.

Ah, well. Maybe it just wasn't for me to know.

Anyway, so Alice finished talking with the cougar, who was grinning broadly by now. I could even see the outline of his cock pressing against the front of his pants, signaling his wanton desire to do whatever Alice wanted him to. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the girls' restrooms, glancing inside to make sure it was empty before pulling him in, and subtly motioning for me to follow.

I walked in. By the time that I did, they were already in a stall, and I entered the one next to them as quietly as I could, locking the door behind me and pretending that I wasn't there at all while they banged against the walls stripping each other with unconcealed hunger. It took them maybe thirty seconds to shed whatever clothes they had on, and then I heard Alice moan out loud, which probably meant he was already inside her.

I, very carefully, got up on the toilet seat and peeked over the dividing wall, having to bite my lip as I saw Alice bent over hers, with her ass high up in the air and the cougar eagerly pounding into her. And yeah, he wasn't wearing a condom; I watched her lips clinging to his shaft with each outwards pull of his hips. She was soaked already, basically drooling all around his cock, as if Jennifer's words from earlier had really knocked loose some deep damn desires in her.

I wondered if she had told the cougar that she'd get pregnant, or if she had opted to lie about being on the pill. Well, I wasn't going to interrupt them, as much as I probably should've. It was hot to watch one of my friends get railed like that, with the cougar evidently not caring about anything except getting off with how quickly his hips moved, forcing Alice to grip the toilet so hard her knuckles were white with exertion.

Was she actually going to let him do it? I found my own breath quickening at the thought of it. I guess it's kind of like the appeal of death-defying stunts. Watching someone risk it all was exhilarating even if you, yourself, would never dare to repeat what you saw.

Or would I? Would it be me next, finding some random horny boy and making him the luckiest guy in the world for a day?

Maybe. I hoped not.

The cougar's thrusts sped up. He was grunting now, his grip on Alice's cheeks tightening too as he plundered her fertile cunt. He was probably in heaven, his tongue lolling out the side like a dog's. Probably couldn't believe his luck to suddenly get to fuck one of the hottest girls in school, and without her even requesting a condom.

When he came, it happened almost violently, and without a single word of warning. I watched him take a sharp breath and thrust deep into Alice's pussy. Then he held himself there, his haunches flexing as he pushed as deep as he could possibly get, while exhaling in ragged stutters, no doubt fighting the urge to moan with pleasure, too. I could just faintly see the base of his cock twitch, the little bit that wasn't hidden under Alice's cheeks. And knowing that he was pumping his cum into Alice made me twitch with shameful desire too. In fact, I could feel my panties cling to my lips, which meant I was getting a little wet just watching them.

Ugh.

I wondered how it'd feel to have cum spurt inside me. Probably like nothing. But knowing it was going there and there was nothing you could do to stop your body from getting pregnant, if it wanted to, that was what made it hot. The helpless finality of it, I guess. Knowing that by the time they throbbed it was too late for second thoughts and you might as well let yourself cum, just like Alice was cumming, squirming and trembling quietly as she grinded her ass back against the cougar, her breath stuttering in the throes of pleasure.

And then it was suddenly all over, all that animalistic pleasure faded in just a few seconds. The cougar relaxed, his masculine duty complete. I ducked back behind the divider so he wouldn't catch me watching like some kind of pervert.

“Thanks," he huffed. “Let's do that again someday, I could use a pretty pussy like yours to nut into."

Such a smooth talker. But it wasn't as if Alice wanted to make it anything more serious or lasting with him. She just wanted to be a single mother, for some godforsaken reason, and he had happily given her exactly what she wanted.

“I'll call you," she purred. And then, the cougar quickly pulled on his clothes, I assume, before leaving the stall in a rush, no longer even slightly interested in the bunny now that he had gotten his rocks off.

Typical teenage boy. He'd gotten what he wanted, and instantly stopped caring what would happen to the girl he had just about been in love with only moments ago. If it wasn't for not being attracted to other women at all, I'd have been a lesbian for sure.

I waited a few more moments, listening to Alice pant softly in the stall next to me, before I knocked on the dividing wall.

“Can still get Plan B," I reminded her, a certain somber grimness in my voice, or at least, I tried to project that.

“Are you kidding me," she sighed. “That was amazing, I feel so… complete."

Apparently getting fucked silly had left the bunny a little lyrical too. The dreamy, slurred words did sort of remind me of when I found my mom's dildo and tried it. This was probably better. I wouldn't have been surprised at all if our bodies drugged us to enjoy breeding like animals.

“Well, yeah, okay," I replied, through the wall. “I'll tell Jennifer you did your part, at least."

I probably should've gone in just to make sure she was alright, but come on, she sounded more than alright despite having just had her future ruined in like five minutes. And I'd be there anyway, as the shoulder to cry on, when she wanted to go to college and couldn't because her whole life was about taking care of some hybrid cat babies.

Instead, I left her there and went back to the table where we'd initially begun to talk about all this. Lunch break was damn near over, but Jennifer was there again, naturally not having done anything herself, or so I thought. So I hoped, in some way. That she was just cruel and taking advantage of her influence on my friends, instead of actually being this stupid. It was somehow better, I guess.

“Alice did it," I told her. “I guess we won't be seeing her graduate."

“Oh, Ms. Doom-and-Gloom over here, it's way more important to be a real woman than it is to do all this arbitrary school stuff, and it'd happen anyway," she replied. “Was it hot, at least?"

I didn't dignify that with an answer. But yes, it was hot. For all the thinking I did, I couldn't pinpoint exactly why.

“The other girls all had a great time," she grinned. “Really, it's kinda obvious we're meant to just let it happen."

Increasingly, I felt like strangling the vixen. But then, Cynthia and Leia returned too. God, if I didn't know Cynthia was trans, I'd never have guessed, she pulled off the casually feminine look way better than average old me ever could. Both she and Leia had flushed, half-embarrassed looks on their faces, like they'd either just ran a marathon or gotten caught spying on boys skinny-dipping on the beach.

“Leia did it, and it was really hot, god I'm so jealous of you all," she beamed.

I glanced at Leia. The doe had, it seemed, just about gotten her breath fucked out of her. She was still panting.

“We just went to the nearby park and approached a group of boys, I think they go to that other school," Cynthia explained. “And they were pretty eager to fuck her!"

“So did you have a gangbang or…?" Jennifer asked, her eyes practically glittering with curiosity.

“No, I mean, just one guy. It was this really hot wolf boy," Cynthia said. “And he really emptied both barrels-“

“-OK, okay, that's enough, please," Leia stammered. She was blushing fiercely. As a deer, I suppose, she wasn't used to being the center of attention. But I could tell she enjoyed whatever had happened, and where it had happened was obvious from how she pressed her legs together, unable to stop squirming in place. Probably feeling that wolf's cum oozing out of her.

I noticed her and Alice glancing at each other. They smiled. Sharing a moment, I guess. Something I would not get to feel, myself.

But why wouldn't I? Was I really going to deprive myself of this moment of bonding just because I felt like I had more of a future than being a baby factory in a dead-end town like this?

Of course I was, or… why did it feel so difficult to hold onto my perfectly reasonable, logical, fucking cosmic truth level obvious convictions? Nobody in their right mind would agree with Jennifer here. If a god existed, which it probably didn't, he'd be fully on my side too. But the emotional side of me still wanted to feel what Alice and Leia were feeling. Ugh!

“So that just leaves you, Jennifer. And June, if you change your mind, which I think you should," Cynthia said, giving me a wink that I didn't much appreciate.

So now everyone was against me. And yes, I was tempted. I couldn't shake the mental image of Alice being fucked and bred. I wondered how it felt to walk around with a boy's cum inside you, especially knowing all those little swimmers were constantly wiggling their way deeper into you. That you wouldn't even know you're pregnant before the test says you are, and by then it's probably too late, 'cause after you know you can't really do anything about it in this town. Thanks, Jurassic Party, love it. Then again, I guess they weren't completely wrong, given how eager all my friends seemed to be to act out the bad girl playbook. Pregnant before college 'cause they think with their pussies too much. Fuck.

I didn't need the temptation.

“Just let me know," Cynthia said.

With that, it was back to class, but of course, they weren't going to just stop there. Getting pregnant was hard work, and these girls were fucking determined to ruin their lives, like an alcoholic who keeps hitting the bottle even though every fiber of his being hurts from the drink. So, every school day after that, I had to listen to them talk about the latest boy they seduced. Some of them went for older men, at gigs or whatever, not that our little town had many, though most just picked boys from other classes. The one universal was that it seemed every man was fine not taking any responsibility at all and just cumming, unprotected, inside any pussy offered.

And they wondered why we needed sex ed. Hell, that hadn't even been enough. I felt like I was going crazy the twelfth or so time that Alice told me – her voice practically dripping with horny excitement – about fucking some construction worker or pizza delivery boy. Like, was I the only one who thought they were fucking insane?

Well, I didn't give in. A few weeks passed with nobody getting visibly knocked up, and it was still too early to tell from just those over-the-counter sticks. The big school Halloween party was coming up. Everyone was looking forward to it, but I also knew for absolute damn sure that they'd be trying something with me there, too. I don't know if Jennifer had gotten her own pussy knocked up yet, but I know she wanted me to get the whole enchilada.

Eh. By now I was pretty fine with just being the different one. Me and Cynthia both were. Sure, she wanted to get pregnant but couldn't, and I didn't want to but could. That separated us both from the rest who both did and could, I guess, so I ended up relatively close to her over those weeks, even though she clearly sided with Jennifer about the whole “everyone in my friend group should get pregnant" thing.

“You really should, though. I mean yeah, it's a lot of work, but your whole body is designed for it," she grinned, one of those days between the start of this whole mess, and Halloween.

“And yours is designed to get people pregnant, but you're not doing that either," I countered. A little too sharp of a barb, maybe, but we were both used to it by now, and she had just indirectly called me a baby factory.

The expression on her face after that still made my heart sink, though. “Yeah," she sighed, trembling just a little. “Well, it only kind of is after all the hormones. I mean, I literally can't anymore."

“Would you, if you could?" I prodded.

“…no."

“Yeah, and that's why I'm not getting pregnant either," I replied.

At least we were both excited about the Halloween party, which meant it was also my favorite time of the year. Only thing is, I always had a really hard time deciding between slutty and scary costumes. Yeah, yeah, judge me if you want, but I mean, I do love male attention, even if I don't necessarily want everything they want to put in me. I ended up going with both, kind of, with a witch costume half inspired by all those poorly filmed found footage movies, y'know. With branch-like limbs and a thorny crown, but also very little clothing on me. Just a bikini really, that I painted to match my fur.

I thought it was great, anyway. Cynthia was going to go dressed as, I'm not sure, I think it was a character from an anime or something. Like, I don't know the kind of stuff she's into, but it was cute, sort of like a nun outfit with a giant handcuff around her that the wolf made out of paper mache. It made no sense, but that's how animes always were, so…

…so, anyway, before that party was the first time one of us actually tested positive for a bad case of babies. Tess, one of the girls I really only knew by association, was the first to suddenly rush out of the classroom, so nauseous that she barely made it out of the door. And then the test showed the dreaded “plus", as in “plus to all expenses forever". But Tess was beaming with happiness. I guess they call them broodmares for a reason, right?

Sigh. In a way I was jealous of that abject happiness. If only I could feel something like that! I mean, I guess it's not too unusual for teenagers to think something is missing from our lives, right? That was probably the reason everyone was so happy to take every load of cum they could. As far as I know, they'd all just given fully into the slutty lifestyle that my evil counterpart-vixen recommended, and just had unprotected sex with anyone who caught their eyes, continuing until they were confirmed pregnant.

Some even found it a matter of pride that they wouldn't have to have a father involved at all. Yeah, good luck with that once you're working two jobs to keep the babies fed, I guess.

Anyway, naturally Tess didn't come to the party at all. Couldn't drink or anything like that, so what was the point? Nobody likes just socializing in a town like this, it has to be an excuse to drink, fuck, or smoke weed. And this party was no different. I could cry thinking about how much more innocent the Halloweens were when we were kids, trick or treating and watching stupid horror movies… well, at least in spite of the loud music and the drugs, it was still a reason to hang out with everyone, all at once. In just a year we'd probably be spread out at colleges across the country.

Well, I would, and Cynthia would – through no feat of logic or willpower, in her case – but the rest would be stuck here raising kids.

I still enjoyed it though, like I said. The music, while loud, was good. I didn't really mind the smell of weed. And I had a few drinks myself. It was alright, I guess I just longed back to the innocent days of childhood, you know. The days when an increasingly inebriated me didn't catch herself eyeing the boys, and especially particularly forbidden parts of their bodies- did I mention the house we had the party at had a pool? Because it did. So yeah, swimming trunks and boy-parts made for the kind of combination that was real goddamn hard to not stare at with a few cheap beers under my belt.

Yeah, beers. I wasn't going to pay more for cocktails at a Halloween party. A bunch of us inside were watching a movie, so I went over to the really worn and ratty sofa they were all sitting on and leaned against it. I wasn't really paying attention, though. It was just that movie with the hockey mask killer and I wasn't anywhere near drunk enough for the twentieth rewatch of it.

I glanced at the boys at the pool again, through the window. Then the rest of the party. A few of us were already getting frisky. I spotted Alice already in a poorly lit corner of the house, pinned against a wall by some dude I've never seen before, and she seemed very happy to be there. Soon they'd probably be fucking in plain sight of everyone, and then others would get frisky, and so on and so on, you know how it goes, until I'd have to slap some horndog on the fingers for trying to fuck me too.

Then again, maybe I should let them. Really make this a party to remember.

Nah, that was the alcohol talking.

But everyone else was probably pregnant already. This was like, my last chance to hop on the baby train.

I at least hadn't signed that stupid contract.

Though that didn't mean my pussy wouldn't happily drink someone's cum and get me knocked up too. Poor little idiot didn't know any better. Either that, or it was just a traitor.

The alcohol really was eating away at my inhibitions, though. I didn't partake often, so I got drunk really easily. It seemed like less and less of a big deal. And all those “maternal" parts of me began to surface. The fact that I think my body was ready for a litter of kits.

But fuck that noise, right?

I took another drink.

I had that feeling. You know the one? Like you're in a car in a dream and you know it's about to crash because there's no driver at all. A sense of impending disaster, kinda like in those movies they'd totally watch tonight, where people die just because they're fated to die.

Only I was fated to get knocked up- eh, that's enough whining about that. I wasn't about to let it happen anyway, and I was distracted from my gloomy thoughts when Jennifer suddenly plopped onto the couch, smelling like the entire bar.

“Heeey, Juuune," she slurred, leaning against me as if we were best friends. “You know how… you know how neither of us is preggers yet?"

“Yeah?" I asked. Even though I was a little drunk by now, she really did smell like she'd had the entire drinks cabinet. I had to subtly turn my nose away. “I know. It's hard to get knocked up when you don't-“

“Well, I'm gonna do it toniiight," she continued, face so close to me that I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. “You want to watch? 'cause I really think you should, or you should get fucked too."

I was just there to watch some cute horror movies.

“Why don't you get fucked in public, so everyone sees you did what you agreed to?" I asked. Wouldn't that be a show, just seeing Jennifer the Queen Bee bent over the kitchen table and getting railed by literally everyone.

But rather than snapping or protesting, she stared at me, eyes wide. I could practically hear the alcohol sloshing around her skull as she tried to decide what she was going to reply with.

In my half-drunken state, I found it kind of funny to think about how the party might turn into an all-out orgy if she got it started like that. I had another drink, this time feeling the booze rush just about straight to my head. It left me coughing. These cheap beers had a tendency to separate, I guess, it felt like the bottom was just pure alcohol. Or someone had poured straight vodka into mine while I wasn't looking. At least it wasn't drugs.

“You know, I'll dooo it," Jennifer crooned. “Ya only live once anyway."

Now it was my time to outright blanch at that statement. Was she actually…?

But she was already moving to the center of the room and pulling off her top, much to the enjoyment of all the dudes at the party, the noise level quickly growing into deafening hooting and hollering as Jennifer pulled off her top. Her bra looked too tight, like it was digging into her, um, rather generous tits.

Yeah, she was like twice my size. But they looked nice. And then she pulled the bra off, her tits bounced free, and I had to stick my fingers into my ears to stop myself from going deaf. Boys.

Though the noise was a secondary corner as I watched the pretty, perfect Jessica pull her skirt up and her panties down, leaving her pussy on display too. Jeez. She was so drunk that I kind of felt like I should've stepped in, but the thing is, she wanted it, didn't she?

“Think she's really going to do it?" Cynthia whispered, having taken Jennifer's spot on the horror couch.

“Looks like it," I huffed. I mean, by now she was getting groped by every masculine hand we had at the party, and a few of the girls too.

“Well, she did sign the contract," the wolf added in the same hushed voice.

“Some booze sure loosens the pussy up I guess," I giggled, and then hiccupped. How drunk was I getting? Probably a little too much. I was laying there sprawled out on the sofa feeling so very comfortable with the world, watching Jennifer get fucked over the kitchen table.

Wait, when did they even get started? But yeah, she was definitely getting fucked now, with some very happy-looking donkey braying as he rutted into her. Well, I guess she was getting pregnant. It was pretty hot to watch. All the bare horny cock a girl could wish for.

“Thassa' good look for her," I laughed, and… forming words felt hard, all of a sudden. I'd had too much, for sure, but I guess this was kind of a once in lifetime party. It was just good vibes all around, wasn't it?

I'd misplaced my shirt at some point, I realized, and so had Cynthia, who was still sitting right next to me. At least we both still had our bras on, but I was a little bothered by even the trans girl having bigger tits than I did. Like, despite her broader upper body, she had C-cups at least. Ah, well, it didn't really matter anyway. The point was that… the point was…

Cynthia leaned into me again. “We really should get fucked too," she slurred, just as drunk as I was. “Don't… don't gotta have them cum inside us but… just a nice little dicking."

That sounded like a great idea. I mean, there was no risk in just getting fucked, the boys had to cum too. Me and Cynthia giggled drunkenly together, starting to build our own audience with boys who didn't want to wait in line to fuck Jennifer. Haha, I glanced over and saw the donkey thrust deep into her and just like, grunt and twitch. That was one bitch getting pregnant for sure, and I kinda wondered if she'd regret it in the morning. Going by her ecstatic moans as some stranger filled her pussy with cum, she sure didn't regret it yet.

Anyway, yeah. Cynthia unhooked her bra and made a big show of letting it fall off. I don't know what I was expecting, her boobs were real and they looked real. I guess I kinda… I dunno, didn't expect a trans woman's tits to look exactly like mine did? Too much alcohol making my brain dumb I guess.

So, being all dumb-brained, I did the same. As in, I just pulled my bra off and sat there, absolutely amazed that I was both brave and dumb enough to do that and bare my tits in front of an audience of increasingly dumb and horny classmates and whoever else. The cool air made my nipples harden to little diamond-hard points, and then I was the one being cheered at. It made my head swim almost more than the alcohol was.

Was this how being popular felt?

Someone asked Cynthia if they could touch hers. She said yes, and soon she was leaning back on the sofa, the movie entirely forgotten, with two pairs of hands groping and cupping her soft breasts. She leaned back and moaned happily, and I totally understood why. It made her feel like a woman. Just like getting pregnant would make you feel, June.

Soon her pants were down. I wasn't sure if Cynthia was planning on getting the “bottom surgery" but I knew she hadn't yet, and I kinda hoped she wouldn't because her knotted little cock was adorable. Just made me want to tie a ribbon around it.

The party, though, was quickly degenerating into an orgy. I realized, if a little dimly, that I should probably start making my excuses to leave.

Or I could do what Cynthia wanted me to, and just have some sex. Not the full thing where they actually breed me. But I guess there was always plan B. I bit my lip. I really did want to feel it, or at least the booze in my system did. Jennifer looked like she was in heaven getting fucked by some stud or another, his beautiful cock having totally melted her often stoic and icy exterior.

But could I really expect a boy to stop once they were already inside me? The sex ed class had definitely mentioned the pull-out method, but I couldn't remember if it was effective or not.

I squeaked into my drink as someone's hand slid under the waistline of my jeans, fingers pressing into my pubes. Fuck, it felt electrifying. I downed the rest of the glass and held it out for someone to refill, which someone happily did, probably eager to enable my slow descent.

I'd be fine for one night of debauchery, wouldn't I? The risk was so low.

It was low. Some people tried for ages and still didn't get pregnant.

It'd be fine even if one of them came in me.

Cynthia moaned out next to me. Holy shit, they'd turned her around and someone had his snout between her cheeks, eating her out. In plain view of everyone! It was even kinkier than the outright sex.

“H-hey, June, you sure you don't want to s-sign the pact?" she giggled between moans, claws digging into the worn couch. “Today's the last day anyway."

Somehow, she still had that stupid thing right there in her little bag, despite being naked, her little cock rock-hard and her tits bouncing as some dude I'd never seen before ate her ass out like it as the last pumpkin pie in the house. And she held it out for me. I hadn't been following the whole “pact saga" since I watched Alice get her pussy pumped full of babies, but… _wow. _ The list had a checkmark next to everyone who had already been confirmed pregnant.

And that was all of the girls in my class, bar for Cynthia and Jennifer – who was doing it now – and myself, naturally, not having signed it… yet. No wonder I didn't see any of them at the party. Not Alice, not Leia… couldn't drink with your belly full of babies, I guess. Just another reason to not let yourself get pregged.

The guy with his hand in my pants pushed it deeper when I didn't protest, unbuttoning my jeans while he was at it, and then his hand cupped my panties.

“Whoa, she's soaking wet," he laughed, just as drunk as I was, apparently. Was I really?

I nudged my legs a little wider to give him better access, as much as I was blushing. Someone squeezed my tits again and I moaned again. It did feel really hot to be so desired. To know that all of this affection was really so they could do their whole biological duty. That I'd let them. It felt like a shame to not let them fulfill that mission, too.

Wait, no- it wasn't any kind of shame at all, that was some strange thinking that barely felt at home in my own skull. But it was undeniably true that in my drunken state I felt really sorry for the boys who might not get to cum despite plying us with drinks and attention. It made no sense, but by now my head was spinning that I didn't even notice my pants being pulled off before I was already naked, with nothing except my drenched panties, and even those had been pulled aside.

Rhythmic thumping and moaning next to me told me that Cynthia was already being fucked, but my attention had been narrowed to nothing but the sight of the boys in front of me pulling his pants down. The sight of his canine shaft bouncing out made me gasp.

“Time to join your friends in being pregnant," he grinned.

“No, I don't, I don't want to," I whined. I was so goddamn drunk I could barely focus on him.

“Why'd you sign the pact, then?" he laughed, and showed me that sheet of paper. Sure enough, it had my signature at the bottom. I couldn't remember signing it. But it… it gave me a weird kind of relief. I mean, I had clearly signed it, so I wanted to get knocked up, right?

So, it was okay if it happened.

And it probably wouldn't.

The chances were super low, and I'd apparently consented to taking them.

So it was out of my hands, wasn't it?

His tapered cockhead pressed against my poor fucking excited pussy, and I shuddered at just how hot, hard, and fucking enormous that random wolf felt. It didn't even look like it'd fit inside me. I stared at his goddamn cock, and the enormity of it all really hit me. That thing, sexy as it was, only really had one purpose, and it was about to fulfill it. And to seriously drunk me, it was like the sexiest thing ever knowing that this handsome lupine wanted to do it to me. Even the worries of a future pregnancy faded under the roaring, alcohol-fueled lust.

Cynthia's hand found mine and squeezed it reassuringly, her fingers entwining with mine. She even felt just as soft as any other woman. She seemed to be telling me to just enjoy it, or the like. That is, let myself get fucked by a stranger wolf and enjoy that.

Then again, Cynthia was getting fucked by a stranger and quite visibly enjoying it, especially when that guy's fingers found her nipples and pinched them. The wolf gave a yelp, and nearly jumped off her lover's cock, but quicky pressed back against him, impaling herself deeper on his thick cock.

Fuck it, then. Throw caution to the wind like everyone else. At least you raise all the babies together.

The wolf between my legs got tired of waiting. It wasn't as if I was going to ask for it, anyway. He thrust a little harder, and the head of that beautiful cock slipped into me. I shuddered around it. Fuck me. I could barely wrap my head around the immensity of what it felt like, especially watching everyone else get knocked up just like this. Doing exactly what I was doing now: letting a guy slide his uncovered cock inside them. Exactly how it had happened with every single pregnant woman since the history of whenever.

I didn't even want babies. But it felt good. Undeniably amazing, really. It was so easy to see why some women really wanted babies, and even easier to see how it might happen accidentally.

I wasn't stopping him, either. I mean, I'd signed the contract, right? So, some part of me definitely wanted this. People were cheering me on, at least the few guys around me and Cynthia. They definitely wanted it too. But I couldn't convince myself that I did. It was just that once the wolf started really bucking his hips, my mind nearly went blank at how good it felt. It felt so much better than the times I'd done it before with condoms, almost indescribably better.

So that was one strong argument in favor of bare, risky sex. Or just doing what your body was made to do. Maybe Jennifer was right in that it was inevitable anyway. I had tried to stay out of it, and I was still here with my legs spread and my pussy getting fucked by a cock that'd soon be squirting its seed into me. And I was going along with it. Hell, I was moaning, and also dripping wet. At least my pussy was shamelessly enthusiastic about finally getting what it was made for.

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“A pact's a pact," Cynthia purred. She remained bent over the side of the sofa, when a big cat of some description took her previous partner's place behind her. “And I want to see him breed you."

Fuck me, I felt closer to Cyntha in that moment with the both of us getting fucked side by side, than I'd ever felt to anyone. She was probably living it out vicariously, through me. At this point she knew very well what being seeded felt like, but the pregnancy itself… that was a risk only I was taking.

“You want him to cum inside you, don't you? We agreed on all trying until Halloween," she continued, her hand tightening around mine.

I couldn't really make heads or tails of anything I was feeling, at that point. It all felt so… overwhelming, truly. So instead of replying, I just focused on the sensations. The rhythmic thumping and slapping between my legs. The feeling of the wolf's bare cock pushing deeper into, twitching as she growled with possessive, dominant desire.

“I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" he grunted, and god, I felt his knot smush against my lips. He wouldn't actually tie with me, but it was a very intimate reminder that we were about to be locked together in the most intimate moment possible.

I opened my mouth to reply. But then Cynthia placed a finger over my lips. “Inside, she wants it inside her," the wolf rumbled, just as drunk on lust and alcohol as I was. “Please. And tell me how it feels."

Then she pressed her warm, soft lips against mine and we kissed, neither of us really comprehending anything in the alcoholic and erotic haze. It felt like I was melting into her, and she into me, and both moaned and trembled as we got fucked.

I felt the wolf twitch inside me. And that's when I knew it was already too late. He was doing it. It was a rapid series of little jerking twitches, and a look of ecstasy that washed across his features as he throbbed. His cock strained again my inner walls, and I could feel every pulse of cum as it rushed up his shaft and into me, his amazing cock doing its duty and rewarding him with mind-melting pleasure as a reward.

It was too late by the time my alcohol-slowed mind connected the growing slick heat inside me with what was actually happening. With the future consequences it'd bring. But it felt incredible. The warmth, the acuteness of feeling every beat of his heart through his cock, and the possessive clutching of his hands all over my body as he bred me, or at least, tried his very best.

So now I knew exactly how it'd felt for Alice and the others. Why they'd moaned so loudly. It was amazing, and I knew I'd never enjoy protected sex again.

And god, feeling those warm, pressured jets of virile sperm tickle my cervix sent me into a fucking frenzy, no longer having anything to lose. The instant he pulled that thick babymaker out of me I begged for the skunk – he was the next person in line and had a beautiful cock rock-hard for me – to fuck me, too. I wanted more! There was no more risk, anything bad that could've happened had already happened, the dice had been rolled. And so, I spread my legs even wider for the skunk as he sunk into my cum-sodden pussy, about to become the second male to ever empty his balls inside it.

Inside me.

The skunk's cock felt exquisite as it stretched my already gaping snatch wider, his thick length gliding effortlessly through the wolf's copious seed and into me with the same single-minded purpose. Each powerful thrust sent tingles of pleasure radiating through my body. I moaned wantonly, unabashedly vocalizing my pleasure now, just like every other woman I'd seen getting bred had. I guess I was no different. Not with my higher decision-making paralyzed by ethanol.

Cynthia watched intently, her eyes dark with lust as the skunk rutted into me. I didn't need to say how it felt, I think. My expressions probably did the work for me. Cynthia kissed me again.

"Take his seed too," she murmured in my ear. "Let him fill you up nice and full. Get yourself so fucking pregnant…"

I gasped and shuddered, my pussy clenching greedily around the skunk's pistoning shaft. He groaned, hips slamming against mine as his thrusts grew more frantic. I could tell he was getting close in no time at all. The thought of taking a second creampie, of being pumped full of even more potent sperm, was so goddamn slutty it made me feel like some primitive goddess, fucking Christ. The high was so overwhelming, so sharp, it was like pure joy. I needed him to taint my cunt with his sexy seed. I wanted all of them to.

Someone held a glass to my lips, and I drank another heady mouthful of something burning and strong. They were trying to keep me in that pliable, mindless state until everyone who wanted had taken a turn, but I wanted to stay there. I cried out in ecstasy as the skunk's cock throbbed inside me too, adding his own potent male cream to the frothy mix inside me. He only let out a quiet little growl as he emptied himself into me.

“Yeah, knock me up, knock me up, fuck…" someone begged, and I blushed a little as I realized it was my own voice.

As the skunk pulled out, I felt the combined loads of him and the wolf start to dribble out of my well-used pussy. I angled myself, tilting my hips up so everyone could see that mess. But before I could even catch my breath, another eager male was already positioning himself between my legs. This one was some sort of pony, his eyes glinting with desire as he took in the sight of my cum-filled cunt.

He pushed into me with a groan, his broad equine cock claiming me. I was so slick with seed that he slid in effortlessly, burying himself to the hilt. Cynthia continued to whisper filthy encouragements in my ear as the pony began to make me his mare.

"That's it, take his cock. Let him fill your womb with his foals. You're going to look so sexy all round and fat and pregnant," she purred, her hand trailing down to rub my stiff clit, rubbing the cum of my other two lovers over it. It felt almost tingly on my poor little nub, but I screamed out in shameless ecstasy anyway.

I don't remember the moment he came. It's been totally washed away by the last drink I had. Hell, I barely remember cumming myself. I just know it was sudden, almost violent. I think I accidentally kicked someone while thrashing about, but they didn't mind. And after that moment of spasming, squirting, helpless pleasure, I don't remember anything at all, except that Cynthia got the guys to stop fucking me when I clearly wasn't conscious anymore. Then something about being carried home by a couple of volunteers, because I couldn't stand up at all for several different reasons, of which the alcohol was just one. The afterglow was the bigger part of it.

They made me drink some water and then tucked me in at my own place. Cynthia promised me that they'd all help me… do whatever it was they were talking about. I was already fast asleep by the time she might've said anything else about it.

Well, I woke up the next morning with a hangover and a half, and my pussy aching and stuffed full of cum. Some of it had dried onto my lips, which I found mildly disgusting as I dragged myself to the bathroom.

One thing was sure, I hadn't forgotten a single second of what had happened last night. I almost wished I had, so I could just blame blacking out. I hadn't though. I'd been there. Just with my inhibitions totally nuked by the booze.

I looked at my bloodshot eyes in the mirror. I rubbed my cum-filled belly. I really needed to go out and actually get Plan B, but the thought of stepping out in the broad sunlight made me want to die. I swear, baby product companies must've been paying off the boozer dealers.

Fuck it. I'd do it tomorrow. It'd still be fine. I made my way back to the bedroom, obeying my body's urges. Yeah, so it can get real properly knocked up, and you like that stupid idea. Just admit.

I didn't admit it. Though being full of cum like that still did make me feel rather… womanly. I'd still fix it all tomorrow. Maybe. I fell asleep again, for another attempt at waking up feeling less awful.

And leaving the little swimmers my womb was full of to do their own unwanted things with whatever egg was awaiting. It was what I'd agreed to let happen on our stupid little pact, anyway. Just like Alice and Leia and Jennifer. Chances were that I'd be facing the same consequences if I didn't get up right now to make my mistakes right.

But I just couldn't care, not enough to overcome the aching lethargy of my hangover, and soon, I was happily snoring again.

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“A pact's a pact," Cynthia purred, but as I glanced at her I saw a flash of another emotion in her eyes. Something sad, maybe. But I was in no state to say anyone else felt; I didn't even recognize my own emotions. “But…"

She stood up, having satisfied her last partner. She approached the wolf rutting into me, whispered something into his ear, and he growled with frustration, but Cynthia was insistent.

“She's too drunk for you," I heard Cynthia say. “Go fuck Jennifer. Or anyone else."

I'm not sure how she managed to convince a teenage boy of all things to pull out of a willing and fertile pussy, but she did. The stranger yanked his cock out of me with a snarl and walked away towards Jennifer instead. And that was that, I thought; I'd just barely been pulled back just from the edge.

But then Cynthia was standing there, in his place. Her little cock was stiff was as rock with what I could only assume were the same desires as the man had felt.

“I do want to see you pregnant," she whispered. “But not like that. I can't."

“C-can you do it?" I asked. “I know you said-"

She placed a soft finger against my lips. Then, with an unpracticed motion of her hips, she thrust. Clumsily, her cock slipped into me, and somehow, though she was much smaller than the wolf-boy had been, it felt ten times as intimate. Like there was something beyond just pure lust. Like she was protecting me. Maybe that was what she had told the other wolf, that I was already her territory.

Fuck me, I felt closer to Cynthia in that moment than I'd ever felt to anyone.

“I'm not- not gonna last long," she whimpered, her voice deeply feminine. “I'm s-sorry, I didn't realize… didn't realize you'd feel so…"

She was rutting into me now, clumsily but not without some instinctive drive.

“I just couldn't go through with it," Cynthia panted. She had been beyond happy to get fucked, that was obvious, and yet now her eyeliner was a little smeared. “Not like that, not just because I want you to."

“Will I get," I huffed, barely able to contain myself at all. Her fingers entwined with me as she kept fucking me. “Knocked up?"

“I don't know. I don't think so. Maybe," Cynthia whispered. Her amber eyes were fixed to mine. “If there is a risk, it's t-tiny, oh god, I can't believe…"

I guess that made two of us. Two women who couldn't quite believe they were having their first lesbian experience that night. At least I assumed it was her first, too. Oh, it didn't fucking matter.

“I want to take it," I replied in a strangled groan.

“Just tell how it feels. Please," she moaned. I could feel her cock twitch inside me. I guess no amount of testosterone blockers would totally prevent that. Then again, my fucking clit was twitching at the thought of her cumming inside me. She insisted that she couldn't get anyone pregnant. But there was always a risk, and that risk left me feeling even drunker.

Then she pressed her warm, soft lips against mine and we kissed, neither of us really comprehending anything except our primal act of affection in the alcoholic and erotic haze. It felt like I was melting into her, and she into me, and both moaned and trembled as I got fucked.

I felt her twitch inside me. It was a rapid series of little jerking twitches, and a look of ecstasy that washed across her features as she throbbed. Cynthia's cock strained against my inner walls, and I could feel every pulse of cum as it rushed up her shaft and into me, her amazing, girly cock doing its duty and rewarding her with mind-melting pleasure in turn. It felt incredible for me, too. The warmth, the acuteness of feeling every beat of Cynthia's rapidly beating heart through her cock, and the possessive clutching of her hands all over my body as she bred me, or at least, tried her very best.

So now I knew exactly how it'd felt for Alice and the others. Why they'd moaned so loudly. It was amazing, and I knew I'd never enjoy protected sex again. But at least I'd have Cynthia to do it with. Right?

She leaned down to kiss me again, deeply and passionately, as if reading my thoughts, and I melted into those sensations again. I didn't need to tell her how it felt, I think. My expressions probably did the work for me.

“Get pregnant for me. Please," she whispered, breath hot against my sensitive ear. And then she slipped out, her orgasm over, and her cock rapidly going soft after doing its best impression of a man cumming.

“Oh, fuck," I heard someone sigh happily, and I blushed a little as I realized it was my own voice.

In a brief moment of clarity, I craned my head to look down. What leaked out of me looked clearer than what the boys produced. So, it probably has less sperm in it. But she'd still put all of it inside me, all the way inside, and if there was a single active swimmer in that mess, it'd be inside me now, rushing up my tubes looking for my slutty eggs.

Though the boys hadn't gotten to fuck, they still cheered. Probably the first time they'd ever seen anything like us two. Someone held a glass to my lips, and I drank another heady mouthful of something burning and strong.

At some point Cynthia was fingering me. Someone was, I think, recording it. One of the boys asked if they could have a turn, and she didn't let them. Instead, everyone ended up waiting in line for Jessica. I don't even know if she was still conscious at that point. I know I came pretty violently around the wolf's fingers though, just not the specifics. I think I accidentally kicked someone while thrashing about, but they didn't mind. And after that moment of spasming, squirting, helpless pleasure, I don't remember anything at all, except that Cynthia eventually figured I'd had enough, and then something about being carried home by a couple of volunteers, because I couldn't stand up at all for several different reasons, of which the alcohol was just one. The afterglow was the bigger part of it.

They made me drink some water and then tucked me in at my own place. Cynthia stayed, and the others left, with the both of us dreaming drunken dreams and sleeping tangled up in each other.

Well, I woke up the next morning with a hangover and a half, first scaring myself half to death by realizing there was someone else in my bed, and then noticing that my pussy was aching and still dripping wet and slimy, which made me retch. I dragged myself to the bathroom after disentangling myself from Cyntha as gently as I could. The poor girl seemed even drunker than I was.

One thing was sure, I hadn't forgotten a single second of what had happened last night. I almost wished I had, so I could just blame blacking out. I hadn't though. I'd been there. Just with my inhibitions totally nuked by the booze.

I looked at my bloodshot eyes in the mirror. Cynthia had definitely cum inside me, I remembered that much in vivid detail, and although the risk was much smaller than with a man, I really needed to go out and actually get Plan B. The thought of stepping out in the broad sunlight made me want to die, though. I swear, baby product companies must've been paying off the boozer dealers.

Fuck it. I'd do it tomorrow. It'd still be fine. I made my way back to the bedroom, obeying my body's urges. Yeah, so it can get real properly knocked up, and you like that stupid idea. Just admit.

I didn't admit it. Though being full of cum like that still did make me feel rather… womanly. And knowing it was another woman's cum made it even kinkier. Cynthia clearly wanted me pregnant, but yet, she felt something for me. Enough something that she had stopped the guys from doing it. My head hurt just thinking about it, but I'm pretty sure I felt the same. Like I was developing a lesbian crush.

Oh, I didn't feel like doing anything about the rest yet. I'd still fix it all tomorrow. Maybe. I fell asleep again, for another attempt at waking up feeling less awful.

And leaving whatever little swimmers might've been inside me to do their own unwanted things with whatever egg was awaiting. It was what I'd agreed to let happen on our stupid little pact, anyway. Just like Alice and Leia and Jennifer. Chances were that I'd be facing the same consequences if I didn't get up right now to make my mistakes right.

But I just couldn't care, not enough to overcome the aching lethargy of my hangover, and soon, I was happily snoring again. At least if I did get knocked up, it'd be by my future girlfriend.