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A Night 2 Remember

Alexis was a cougar. Alice was a tiger. Despite obviously being different species, the two girls considered themselves twins because of their respective parents being close friends with each other. The fact that they were born on the same day only minutes apart *and* that they had very similar names – both by sheer coincidence, mind you – made the illusion work all the better. Of course, everyone they met knew that they weren’t actually twins, but most people, especially men, who they loved teasing even if neither had played with a real cock, entertained it.

Why? Because they were both in what many people, particularly the more lecherous individuals, would consider their best years, having just turned eighteen. That, combined with their well-developed – in the horniest of senses – bodies, with generous curves, flared hips and rather large, proud tits, made them attractive enough that most men would’ve gone along with them if they said they were space aliens, if only for the chance to get laid. That was the way of the world, wasn’t it, at least with straight men?

Tonight, they had a plan to take advantage of all the eyes they turned. The wholesome family celebration of their mutual birthday had already been done the day before, and tonight, they’d use their newfound adulthood to go to a club and get, as some might put it, completely shitfaced. The usual youthful folly, though committed with perfect awareness of what it might lead to. It was already shaping up to be the party of a lifetime, or at least, the twins hoped so.

That left the girls rather excited. And so, they had to do something about it. Otherwise, they probably would've just gone home with the first man that approached them. So, Alexis and Alice did what twins do, or at least, what the two young adults totally insisted that twins do.

For them, that meant laying in bed, legs locked around each other, panting and moaning as they grinded their pussies together. That, perhaps, explained a little more of why men were so into them; they were openly pansexual, and very happy to put on a little show just to get people’s blood pumping. Previously, it had only been people their own age, but tonight, they were finally perfect, mature adults, and as such, they’d have free reign to flirt with and titillate anyone they wanted.

But this little encounter, between their wet lips and their trembling bodies, was for the two of them alone, in the perfect privacy of Alexis’ room. She was, after all, the older sister, if only by two minutes. Well, that, and the cougar’s parents were a little more okay with giving her some privacy. Their sexy dresses – the sexiest that they’d been able to find – were stashed in her room too. A black, strappy one that left the cougar’s back entirely exposed for her, and a simpler white, very low cut one for the tiger, so low cut, in fact, that every minute was a thrill of if her nipples would end up bared from a little tug or nudge. She was enough of an exhibitionist to enjoy the idea of an “accidental” slip.

But right now, none of that mattered as their swollen, stiff clits smushed together in the throes of passion, grinding and slipping as they desperately tried to find enough friction to get off without having to get their hands dirty – neither wanted to risk ruining the perfect manicures they had gotten – though with little success. They were both just on the edge, muscles trembling and breaths hitching as they tried to push past that last little hill towards a beautiful orgasm that’d have them both soaking each other.

“I’m- I’m so fucking clooose,” Alexis moaned, her voice a little deeper, throatier, and more growly than the tiger’s bright pitch. “Just push harder.”

“You push harder, j-just imagine you’re fucking some big hunky wolf,” Alice groaned back, digging her claws into the mattress to help her grind back.

They were going to a place called Wolf City, after all. Oh, they knew what it was like perfectly well. Full of horny wolves who mostly considered other species to only be good for sex. But being adults, that was exactly what they wanted. That and copious amounts of alcohol as payment for being so sexy.

“I… I have an idea,” Alexis huffed. She stopped moving, but only briefly, twisting her flexible feline body around to reach into the drawers under her bed. After a moment of digging, with Alice growing increasingly frustrated at the sudden cessation of stimulation, she pulled out a double-ended, knotted dildo with a flustered grin on her face. “Might as well practice for tonight.”

She pulled away for long enough to fit the dildo between them. It wasn’t too long, but plenty long enough to give them both a few inches of simulated wolfcock to clench around.

“I w-wonder if it’ll feel this good with a real wolf,” Alexis said, before thrusting against the toy hard enough that her pierced breasts bounced, ending her fantasies with a moan as the dildo slipped inside her already soaking wet pussy.

Alexis had a lot of piercings, and she wanted even more. Her left ear had six, all around the rim of it. She had a stud on the opposite side of her nose. And of course, her lip had a little stud through it, and her tongue a barbell. The latter helped pleasure women with it, and maybe it’d work on men too. The cougar just really loved piercings, part because she thought they looked sexy, and part simply to show off her rebellious side. There was just something about permanently modifying her body that left her dripping wet. But the ones on her nipples were her favorites, and right now, she was tugging on them with her free hand – sending little jolts of pleasure from her nipples straight to her clenching cunt – while the other braced against the bed so she could impale herself more deeply.

Alice moaned too. She wasn’t quite as daring as her “twin,” but she was certainly just as horny, at least in the heat of the moment, as the tapered tip of the dildo pushed inside her own clutching pussy. It slipped deep enough in just one buck of her hips that the knot pressed against her lips and made her moan even louder.

Thankfully, Alexis’ parents weren’t at home. She was a little bit too much of a vocally enthusiastic lover, no matter how much she tried to bite a pillow or even her hand to keep herself from screaming with pleasure. That made trying to do anything in private a little frustrating, but then again, she did like it, in that rather perverted and exhibitionistic way.

Soon the two young women were humping against each other, both racing towards a wet and messy climax, and both equally wishing that the cock inside them was real. For now, rubber would do, and at least its motions were guided by genuine enthusiasm. Whimpers and moans filled the empty house, as did the raw scent of feminine sex.

“F-fuck, are we really g-going to let some wolf fuck us?” Alice moaned, her hand even diving between her legs to rub her clit to the dirty fantasy of a stranger’s cock sliding into her.

The two weren’t completely sure if they wanted to do it, but they did want to have some naughty fun, and egging each other on about it turned them both on tremendously. Alexis moaned out an answer, though it was slurred by her approaching orgasm. She came like a firecracker as the knot suddenly popped into her, her back arching and toes curling as she thrashed to the sweet, familiar rhythm of an orgasm rushing through her young body.

Alice didn’t quite manage to force the other knot into herself, but either way, she joined Alexis in her orgasm, the tiger shuddering and whimpering as she came almost entirely quietly but enthusiastically, her pussy clenching hard enough to squirt her wetness over the other feline’s lips, leaving her even more soaked with lust.

Once it was all over, they slumped down onto the towels, panting.

“S-so, do you really think we’ll let someone fuck us?” Alice stuttered.

“Maybe, I dunno. We’ll have to be selective about it, and not get too drunk,” Alexis giggled in response. “Like not totally wasted at least. Weak drinks.”

It was much easier to think about the reality of things when not riding that high of sexual bliss. She was right, of course. They were both quite fertile, and sex with a stranger might prove quite catastrophic. It wasn’t an outcome either of them hated, but it certainly wasn’t ideal, which was why they found the risk thrilling rather than outright terrifying.

Eventually they got cleaned up, and by then, it was already time to get ready. They had both gotten new heels with straps, but they were a pain to actually get into. Thankfully, with them being able to help each other, it wasn’t too difficult.

Alexis, always a bit of a scamp, began to tie the tiger’s heels on, but she couldn’t help herself, looking up at her sister below her like that, she quickly darted upwards to tug her panties down and kiss her clit, nearly making Alice fall over backwards from the sudden jolt of pleasure. And then she kept doing that every few moments until Alice had to keep her panties down to keep herself from soaking them.

“Looks like you really want to get fucked by some stud-wolf,” the cougar teased, her raspy tongue flicking across that stiff nub, and then the puffy lips of her friend, too.

“Nff, you bitch, as if you’re not wet too,” Alice moaned.

The cougar did manage to eventually finish tying her friend’s heels on, at which point the tiger naturally returned the favor, tormenting her “big sister” with the same kind of raspy licks while helping her get into her outfit. The two ended up needing to take the edge off yet again, curled up together as they lapped and suckled on each other’s pussies right on the floor, fancy dresses pulled out of the way to keep them from getting messy.

They were a horny couple, but not usually this horny. That uncontrollable lust was because of their heats, which had begun just the other day. Those heats were also what was now driving the two to make risky, borderline stupid decisions like tonight’s outing, though they had a system in place where they’d make sure neither of them got too drunk to at least keep everything consensual, whatever happened. That, and Alexis had a pack of condoms in her purse just in case, as much as her pussy desperately wanted a good, unprotected rutting. She was horny, but not dumb enough to let it happen. At least not while she was still sober.

It wasn’t long before they were both shivering and moaning in another mutual orgasm, flooding each other’s mouths with their juices. And then, it was really time to leave. They called a cab to the hottest club of Wolf City, or at least its outskirts. Alice had to change her panties, after soaking them despite trying not to, but thankfully she had an identical black, lacey thong ready, and then, it was off to the races.

Outside the club, the music was booming, with a long line of men and women of various species queued up to be let in. Thankfully, Alexis had heard a rumor that this place was easier to get into for young women, at least ones who weren’t afraid of flexing their sinful curves. That’s what they said online, anyway.

She stepped out of the cab, Alice in tow, and approached the muscular bouncer. He was, naturally, a wolf, a burly one that looked like he could fold most people in half with one arm.

“You girls look a bit young to be here,” he grunted, though Alexis practically felt his eyes on her tits anyway.

“Hey, we’re both adults,” Alice smiled disarmingly, posing half bent over to let the wolf catch a good look of cleavage, while Alexis did the same. They handed their IDs to him.

“Yeah, might be eighteen, but I dunno about maturity,” he growled. “You just here to get fucked? ‘cause you ain’t getting any drinks at that age.”

“Oh no, we just want to dance and have fun!” Alexis crooned. She had a plan for those drinks, of course, but the bouncer didn’t have to know that. “We won’t cause any trouble.”

“No, you won’t. You’ll have trouble caused to you,” he sighed. “Fine. Boss told me to let in every sexy young girl, but it's your problem if you if you end up somewhere you don’t like. Don’t got enough security tonight.”

He waved them in. Alice was a little nervous about that not enough security part, but surely the club at least had enough staff that they wouldn’t get raped or anything like that. It was a reputable club, after all, even if it was in Wolf City. She’d read a story once about another cat escaping from that place, but so far it didn’t seem too bad. Then again, the club was on the outskirts, where the wolves had to moderate themselves at least a little to attract enough of their mixed clientele to stay profitable. If it got a bad reputation, after all, then nobody other than the wolves themselves would visit, especially not cats like Alexis and Alice.

The “twins” entered the club. The music had already been loud outside; here, it was deafening. Intoxicating, sure, with the booming rhythmic beat, but it made it very difficult to hear what anyone was saying, which was, perhaps, quite intentional. The place looked like a hedonist’s wet dream, with about a hundred dancers gyrating along to the beat, some grinding against each other, others curled up and visibly fucking in piles in the “private” corners of the club.

“Okay, it’s time for step two,” Alexis shouted to her friend. “You know what to do!”

Step two meant getting drinks. Free drinks, as neither of the two had much in the way of money, yet, having spent most of it on their dresses. Thankfully, the cougar knew from experience that getting free drinks from men was as easy as simply being attractive and flirty enough. They just had to make sure that they wouldn’t get too drunk, because being wasted was a rather quick way to ensure an unwanted pregnancy in a place like this.

But of course, there were plenty of ways that they could ply the wolves for drinks without getting fucked. A little slip of a nipple. Grinding. Hell, handjobs and blowjobs weren’t off the table, either. Neither of the twins saw anything wrong with that, and so they got to work, and that work started with kissing in front of the bar, openly and deeply. Alice’s hand reached to squeeze the cougar’s barely-covered tits, though in a way that was less for her and more so that others could see it.

That lascivious behavior was instantly rewarded by the club’s other patrons, who naturally wanted to see more of it, and soon the two were sipping on thankfully weak drinks, letting the alcohol take off what little nervous edge remained, and the two got more daring almost instantly.

It wasn’t long before the first random wolf – they’d never know his name – asked for the tiger to sit in his lap in exchange for a drink, nothing more than that. In the inner parts of the city, it'd practically have been an invitation to getting forcibly fucked, but the club had their reputation to uphold, where everyone was allowed to make their own mistakes rather than having anything forced on them, and as such, the wolves were the type who took consent more seriously.

Well, barring for the fact that someone completely wasted couldn’t really consent, but that was a problem far from exclusive to wolves, after all. Most, unfortunately, viewed it as the girl choosing to drink too much to begin with.

But that was neither here nor there, as Alice felt that wolf’s bulge press against her ass. He was hard as rock already, and soon his hands were on her hips, pulling her down against it as she pushed down in turn, grinding against him as he grunted and groaned.

“Sure you don’t want to ride it?” he growled.

“Not yet,” Alice huffed. Her heat made the idea seem wonderful, but she wasn’t near drunk enough to make such a foolish choice, nor did she intend to be.

“I could wear a condom,” the wolf suggested with growing arousal, his voice sounding hopeful.

Alice thought about it, but no. There was too much risk, even then. She shook her head.

“Your loss. Just jack it and I’ll buy your friend a drink too, you horny little tease,” he replied.

That was a much more reasonable offer, she thought, though her heart was still beating rapidly as she climbed off the wolf and sank to her knees in front of him. There was just something so deliciously naughty and perverted about being cheap like this, but it was all for a good time, wasn’t it? The alcohol gave her enough courage to unbutton the man’s jeans, but hadn’t numbed her enough that she wouldn’t gasp when his lupine shaft sprung free. It was dark red and imposing, and she immediately wrapped her fingers around it.

Alexis was with another wolf, letting him grope her freely in exchange for another drink, and he took full advantage, focusing on kneading her damp pussy through those lacey panties.

“You take those off for the rest of the night an’ I’ll get you a drink,” that one goaded her. “That way everyone can see this pretty pussy when you bend over. Guess I'm a bit of a philanthropist.”

Preposterous premise aside, why not? She was already dressed so lightly that it barely covered her tits. What harm could a bare pussy do, especially when the glimpse of it would let the girls continue partying all night long without paying a cent in anything but the ephemeral currency of decency?

She pulled her panties off and put them in the wolf’s waiting hand. The other one greedily squeezed her bare, puffy pussy. “That’s a much better look for a cat. Lookin’ forward to seein’ who you end up getting bred by, ‘cause I can tell that cunt needs it,” he drawled lecherously, giving the cat one final squeeze before letting her go.

She turned around to find Alice stroking a cock in plain sight and was actually shocked by how quickly things were progressing. Then again, the tiger looked hot as hell jacking off a complete stranger. Alexis was suddenly very self-conscious about her lack of panties, though, because if she got any wetter, it’d drip right down her legs and be visible to everyone.

Oh, well. She grabbed her second free drink of the night, downed it, and was immediately served a third by the grinning bartender, who pointed at Alice as her benefactor. By then, the alcohol was starting to make her feel rather warm and fuzzy, and more than anything, more daring. She glanced around the room, finding nobody interesting before her eyes focused on the guy right next to Alice. The silver wolf gestured for the cougar to approach, and she did.

“Wanna earn another drink? Do like your friend here. Except do better, use that pretty mouth,” he offered, groping his crotch shamelessly. “I’ve gotten a bit pent up watching her, you know.”

Everything was escalating a little faster than Alexis was entirely comfortable with. She had initially hoped that just dancing and fooling around with her friend would be enough to get all the free drinks she wanted despite the infamously ravenous reputation of the wolves here. But you only live once, right? She sank to her knees next to her sister and got to work, shivering with excitement and some trepidation. At least her heat ensured that she found just about every man attractive, and especially those beautiful, thick cocks of theirs.

The wolf was already throbbing hard by the time she unbuttoned his pants. The feeling of being a total slut for one night was intoxicating, and so, it didn’t take long before she had her lips wrapped around that tapered cock, the cougar enjoying the feeling of it, warm and firm against her lips, not to mention every little twitch and jerk as she lashed the sensitive underside with her raspy tongue.

Really, she might have been in control, she told herself, though while she was in control of the wolf’s pleasure, he didn’t quite see it that way. Not that it mattered; with both the silver-furred wolf and Alexis believing themselves to be dominant party, she kept sucking on his wonderful cock, enjoying every reaction and every wet spurt of precum that splattered against the back of her throat as she worked it deeper. Her tongue piercing, as it rubbed on his cock, seemed to really make him grunt and growl. She’d known it’d work, it certainly did on Alice’s clit.

There was no real love in the act, just the cougar’s growing hunger for cock and the wolf’s rather masculine urge to thrust his cock into any warm hole and get his rocks off. Soon he grabbed Alexis’ head, fingers digging in just behind her ears, and started to fuck her mouth with a little more urgency. At first, she almost gagged as his tip poked the back of her throat, but she was getting into it, especially listening to the pleasured moans of the other wolf getting a handjob from her sister. Something about knowing that they were both indulging in such shameless sluttiness was just beautiful to her heat-struck mind.

Briefly, she entertained the idea of letting the wolf fuck her and finish inside her instead, but that would have to remain a pure fantasy. She didn’t want to get pregnant, after all. And so, she sucked more firmly, working her tongue across his throbbing cockmeat until the wolf swelled in her mouth.

“Get- get ready,” he growl-grunted, driving his cock so deep into Alexis’ throat that the cougar had to breathe through her nose. And then he pulsed, shooting the first of many ropes of cum directly down her throat.

That felt vulnerable, but deliciously so, knowing that her body could do nothing to resist as the wolf emptied his balls directly into her, following the same urges and instincts as he would if he were to breed her. Only this time, there was no risk; letting do the same while inside her pussy would carry heavy consequences, even if her defenseless womb would surely be happy to receive every thick spurt.

She knelt there, obediently, until the wolf’s cock and the knot pressed against her plump lips stopped throbbing. At that point, he pulled out, satisfied, and waved for the bartender to get the girls another part of drinks. Alexis glanced at her sister, only to find that the tiger -perhaps inspired by her confidence – had also let her wolf finish in her mouth instead, though not nearly as deep as the cougar. She licked her lips demonstratively, as if she really enjoyed the taste, and maybe she did.

In a spur-of-the-moment act, they both stood up and then kissed, Alice letting Alexis taste the cum on her tongue to the almost deafening cheering and jeering from the wolves. The touch of their lips against one another felt electrifying.

“Yeah, taste that wolf cum,” someone called out. “Look, all cats are just so desperate for real studs,” someone else yelled.

The cum actually tasted bitter, but it was what it meant that made the cougar love it anyway, and she stuck her tongue deeper into her “twin’s” mouth, wanting more, holding the kiss until she suddenly realized that she wasn’t breathing. Only then did she break the kiss, and the two stood there, staring at each other, half shell-shocked and half flush with pleasure.

“M-maybe we should go have those drinks now,” Alice blurted out, and Alexis found herself agreeing with that, if only to slow down their rapid descent into absolute debauchery and hedonism.

They settled down at the bar again, sipping on their drinks, both trembling – with arousal, not shame – at what they had just done. Both had swallowed down a load of someone’s cum. Someone they didn’t even know.

The night would only get wilder from there, and they were both very much on board for the ride, at least as long as they both, as they had promised each other, didn’t let go all the way. Anywhere else would be okay, and so far, they had kept to that promise.

Just then, another group of three young women finally made their way into the club. They weren’t quite attractive enough to get past the queue, and after standing outside the place for over an hour, their moods were rather low. Not to mention the fact that none of them had gotten the scholarships they applied for – because they’d waited too long after high school to apply – and two would need to take on an enormous amount of student loan debt to pay for college instead, while the third would have to beg her rich father to pay for it.

Worse yet, they knew Alexis and Alice, having gone to the same high school – although Alexis and Alice were a few years younger – and they weren’t exactly friends. Once, the three had been their bullies, jealous that the twins had entered puberty early and gotten more attention than they had as rather late-blooming seniors, but then the tiger and cougar had grown and matured into such beautiful women early enough that even that little measure of relative power in high school had been stripped from them. It wasn’t fair, of course, to blame the sisters for that, but bullies were never known to be fair.

Naturally then, when the three of them – all were run of the mill housecats – saw Alexis and Alice sitting at the bar, having the time of their lives and showered with attention, their moods took a nosedive for the worst.

“Those fucking bitches, how the fuck did they get in here? I thought they had standards! Ugh, the whole evening is ruined now,” one whined, her claws extending as she tried to suppress the urge to start a full-on fight with her former victims.

Her friend grabbed her wrist. “It’ll be worse if you get us kicked out, idiot. Let’s just like… ignore them,” she sighed, not wanting to sacrifice what little good vibes remained of their evening.

The third, though, was silent for a moment. And then, she grinned.

“No, I’ve got a better idea,” she told the others. “Let’s fuck their lives up. Hey, your dad’s pretty rich, right?”

“Yeah? What’s that got to do with anything?” the first, and angriest, of them replied.

“So, you buy them drinks anonymously,” she answered. “Until they’re too wasted to think clearly. And then make sure they both fuck some random wolf.”

Big, swollen bellies would be just the thing to ruin their perfectly groomed appearances, and having babies fathered by strangers would surely ruin their lives, she reasoned, and the other two gleefully agreed.

The angriest of the three went to have a little chat with the bartender. Though the wolf initially opposed the plan, a quick transfer of money from her dad’s bank account put his conscience to rest; he had kids to feed, after all, and he didn’t care enough about cats to worry. Then, she handed him a bag of little pills.

“I’ll get them drunk, but I’m not going to fucking poison them, don’t matter how much you pay,” he growled. “Not going to roofie them either.”

“It’s not drugs,” the cat sighed. “It’s low dose aphrodisiacs and fertility pills. They’ll be fine, just a bit hornier. Hey, the club will love it.”

“Yeah. How about double what you gave me?” he countered.

At this rate, she figured she might have trouble convincing her dad to pay for college. But vengeance was priceless, as would be seeing the cougar and tiger pregnant to the point they could barely walk. She paid the asked-for price and joined her friends, sitting somewhat near Alexis and Alice to hear them but avoid being easily seen.

“Hey, got some new drinks for you,” the bartender told the sisters. “Anonymous admirer. Paid for your whole night.”

The cougar and tiger couldn’t believe their luck! They high-fived, happy that they wouldn’t need to bother with any more random men and could just enjoy the evening, maybe single out someone they both really wanted to fuck – with protection, of course – and party as much as they pleased.

Neither of them noticed that the bartender poured double the vodka into their drinks and dropped one of those quickly dissolving aphrodisiac pills in each glass. Instead, they clinked those drinks together and drank them happily, assuming that they’d still be the watered-down ones the club usually served. The taste of alcohol was expertly hidden by juice, of course, as any good bartender knew to do.

It wasn’t long at all before the cats were feeling much more drunk, giggling and even laughing out loud, but they, inexperienced as they were, didn’t really figure out why, simply assuming that their tolerances were low. But they’d been fine so far, hadn’t they? The drinks were all so weak that they couldn’t really get too far out of control.

While they did that, the bullies chatted up a few wolves, pointing out the two cats.

“They’ll probably want to dance soon if you want to get off,” one was told.

“Oh, they just turn into huge sluts when drunk, I knew them in high school,” someone else heard, the cat acting as if they were life-long friends. The wolves had no reason to question her, of course, even if they suspected something, because it was an opportunity to score some casual sex with attractive felines.

Sure enough, soon Alexis felt like dancing. When she stood up, she almost stumbled, and her body was starting to feel very hot – the effect of the aphrodisiacs, naturally – but she quickly recovered, telling herself that they’d perhaps had enough drinks. Or maybe she’d just one more later on, to keep the good times rolling.

She pulled Alice with her, and they headed to the dancefloor, where the cougar and tiger began to dance together, sensually and with that drunken confidence. They immediately attracted quite the crowd, and when the two didn’t protest being crowded, it grew more intimate. By now, Alexis in particular was drunk enough that she was completely numb to shame, so when someone pulled her dress up enough to bare her ass – and her naked pussy – she was perfectly alright with it. Of course, she had no idea that the spiked drink had kicked her heat into overdrive, making her scent all the more noticeable and alluring to every male in the club.

“Just don’t try to go for the pussy,” she hissed, though at that point, she wasn’t quite sure anymore, she was enjoying the attention. Doubly so when she suddenly felt a stiff cock between her cheeks, grinding against the sensual curve of her ass. All her instincts were telling her to submit and surrender, the rational side of her mind drowned in the warm daze of alcohol and the gnawing need of her aphrodisiac-magnified heat.

The wolf, sensing that Alexis wasn’t quite receptive despite the wonderful, primal scent practically emanating from her fertile body, settled to simply wedge his cock between the cougar’s cheeks and hump against her like that. Alice was, with fading resolve, fending off several others, instead focusing her attention on the cougar, openly touching her. There was nothing unusual about it – the "twins" had been intimate together more times than either of them could count – but doing it in public was still a thrill. Then again, every man loved a lesbian, didn’t they? At least, as long as "they still had a chance with them, anyway. Never mind that the two were bisexual; that only made the sight more alluring for the men.

They danced, Alice fondling her sister while the wolf kept thrusting between her cheeks, leaking precum all over the soft fur of her ass. He seemed excited enough – going by how he throbbed heavily – that Alexis guessed he probably wouldn’t last long. Thankfully, her dress left her back almost uncovered, so she could indulge in that warm feeling of his dangerous seed splattering across her body rather than being deposited inside it, where it’d actually be risky.

“Should’ve just let me f-fuck you,” the wolf grunted, his movements growing sharp and erratic, with only the weakest of attempts to follow the rhythm of the music. “Now I’ll just make a mess of you.”

Better than getting pregnant, both cats thought in unison. Sexier, too, depending on how you looked at it. And Alice was getting increasingly worked up watching the wolf’s expression of pleasure as he took his pent-up lust out on the cougar’s sinful body. Not that he was any less sinful, in the end, with his engorged cock sandwiched where it was, his knot fully swollen and bumping against Alexis’ cheeks.

He gripped her hips hard when he came, grunting and growling as his balls tightened, only to be immediately followed by a heavy throb. Alexis felt his cum soak her lower back, and again, she wondered how it’d have felt to let it go off inside her, instead. As she always did, whenever she saw or thought about a man cumming. It’d probably feel amazing. A shiver went through her once again as she focused on that mental image, and her pussy clenched with that ruinous desire. It’d be so easy to just lean back and spread her legs, or lean forward and raise her tail, to properly invite the next lupine cock to do something much worse. But she had made a promise not to do it.

The wolf left her stained, simply walking away and stuffing his cock back into his pants, though not before wiping it clean on her long, soft tail. Alice, taken by a moment of the sheer depravity, danced behind her sister and decided, upon looking at the pearly white mess, to help her clean up a little.

The tigress bent over, showing off her panty-clad ass to the rest of the club as she scooped up some of the spilled seed with raspy tongue. It had that unique flavor that only cum ever had, tasting of raw sex. She would’ve found it disgusting if it wasn’t for her raging hormones, but right now, she was so horny it felt like her entire body – especially her steaming hot pussy – was melting into pure carnal desire. She licked up more, savoring the taste, which was just about as hot to her as was possible. Around the twins, the crowd cheered as they watched her clean the cougar up, and for a moment, she almost felt proud despite the perversion of it all.

During that act of drunken, wanton debauchery. Another wolf was watching them. This one was a good bit taller than most, and his name was Zander. Unlike most of the wolves, he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all, his thick fur more than warm enough for hot summer days and in clubs like this. That, and it made him quite a bit more attractive to the regrettably few women who frequented this place. He sipped on his drink, not having had much, but just enough to feel a little fuzzy.

He had been watching the mismatched sisters for a while now, perfectly aware of what was happening to them, and the housecats’ involvement, but he hadn’t decided on what exactly to do about it. On the one hand, the cougar and tiger were stunningly attractive, and he would’ve certainly loved to fuck them. On the other hand, he wasn’t quite confident enough to simply make his move right away. Oh, sure, he was handsome enough, with jet black fur and firm muscles all over his toned body, and the girls were getting increasingly drunk, but he was still only twenty-five.

That thinking didn’t change before one of the rather amoral housecats approached him, having noticed him observing the sisters. He sighed already; this one wasn’t his type. Too boyish and too small. He liked rather large breasts, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Yet, what she actually asked for wasn’t a quick fuck, but something altogether different.

“Hey, handsome, why don’t you go for it?” she teased. “I think it’d be a pretty easy score.”

“With the pills you put in their drinks, I’d imagine so,” he countered in a low growl. The cat blushed something fierce.

“W-well, it’s just to…” she stuttered.

Zander rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you want to get some kind of revenge on them, right? Because they’re prettier than you, or whatever. I saw plenty of that in college.”

“I mean, uh, you want to fuck them, don’t you?” the cat tried, surprised that a single wolf here wasn’t entirely driven by his urge to get his rocks off.

It wasn’t that Zander didn’t want to. He was perfectly fine with the “pump and dump,” but he was keenly aware that it wouldn’t exactly be anonymous. He’d be easy enough to find if he did get them pregnant, and then what? Though even knowing that, he was still getting hard at the thought. He was, after all, a rather hormone-driven young man, and he already knew that at some point he’d be horny enough to overcome the little bit of shyness left in him.

The cat was right; he did want to fuck them, and if he did, he wanted to be the first to fill their wombs, before some runt got past their increasingly frayed resistance.

“Fine,” he growled. “I’m not doing it for the sake of your revenge, though.”

“No, by all means,” the cat smiled back. “Do it because you want to fuck them.”

Zander scoffed at that. He didn’t like being used as a pawn in some near-teenage girls’ personal, dramatic theater. But with that said, he also didn’t want to miss the chance to fuck the two more. And so, he stood up, joining Alexis and Alice in their dance.

He slipped through the crowd and behind the cougar, grabbing her arms and pressing himself firmly against her. His bulge nestled against her ass, and his other hand squeezed one of her pierced breasts – he could see the piercings clearly through her tight dress – possessively, greedily. That usually worked, especially for women who were in heat and drunk, to let them know what he had to offer. Some still declined, but that was their loss. Instead of moving away, though, Alexis pushed back against him.

“I know what you’re really here for,” he whispered into her ear. “You and your friend both.”

“A-and what is that?” Alexis replied. The wolves were forward, but this one sounded much more focused. His hands guided hers to her hips and then her belly, moving along with their gyrating dance.

“You’re here to get fucked. Why else would you come to a club in full heat and then get so drunk that you’ll make bad choices?” Zander continued, coaxing the cougar to admit what he knew were her true desires. Her dress was still up, and the wolf used that to grind his bulge against her.

Alexis didn’t answer, though, not yet. And so, Zander let go and moved onto Alice, though he approached the tiger from the front, shamelessly, cupping her ass in his hands.

“I know it, and the both of you certainly know it,” he rumbled. A squeeze sent a shiver down Alice’s spine and right into her cunt, carried by the sound of the wolf’s voice. He sounded so dominant, so virile.

He kept switching between the two girls, flitting from one to the other and goading both with his words, while keeping the other males at bay with rather hostile looks and subtle growls until the crowd around them began to thin out, the others accepting that they’d be his to claim. They kept watching, of course, but soon it was just him and the two felines. It wasn’t just him touching them, but they kept groping him with equal, shameless lust, something that they hadn’t really done with the others.

It was Alice, the shyer one, that eventually slipped her hand into his pants as he danced with her, from the safe but intimate position of feeling his abs, to feeling the most potent and virile part of his body directly. She looked almost shocked when that hand discovered he was just as big as his bulge had felt against her.

She had to see it, and so, glancing up at Zander’s eyes to make sure he didn’t disapprove, she unzipped his jeans and fished that amazingly large cock out. It had to be almost eleven inches, and seeing it like this made her feel just like she had during the handjob earlier, only this was even more impressive and demanding.

“You can touch it more if you’d like,” Zander said, and she did. The handjob had been a transaction, as hot as it was, but this was her actively choosing to enjoy a thick, knotted wolfcock. And of course, she wondered how it’d feel inside her, determined as she was to not find out.

They kept dancing like that for a while longer, grinding and rubbing, Zander eventually pulling Alice’s dress up and her panties aside, leaving her just as exposed as Alexis was. It was a rush of heady desire as she realized that the entire club could see her pussy, too, and the way Zander’s strong, knowing fingers were toying with her lips, teasing her clit, working her into a soaking wet mess.

Then, he switched partners again, leaving the tiger wet, exposed, and longing for him so intensely that her body trembled.

Once again, Zander found himself dancing behind Alexis, but this time, with his cock out. It ended up naturally sandwiched between her soft thighs, the length of it grinding along the wet groove of her bare slit, and Alice could, in turn, see every moment of it peeking out near her clit. Alexis gasped at the sensation.

“All you have to do is stop me if you don’t want it,” Zander growled. “But you’re not even wearing panties, or making any effort to conceal that wet pussy, and neither is your friend.”

It was Alexis’ turn to shiver with unwanted desire. She still hesitated, but her body wanted to get bred so badly that it was tugging her resisting mind along with it, and worse yet, her body was winning, the cougar practically burning up with arousal at the feeling of that risky, even dangerous cock rubbing against her most intimate and fertile spot.

With a sharp pull of his hips, the tip lodged itself against her entrance.

“N-no, don’t-” the cougar protested.

“Then move away. I’m not holding you here,” Zander replied.

She didn’t move away. Instead, she stayed there, with breathless anticipation. Only a moment later, Zander took that to mean that Alexis wanted it, and the problem was that she did want it. It wasn’t entirely intentional – it might even have been accidental, certainly unplanned – but the wolf’s muscles flexed, and he bucked his hips. His cock slid directly inside Alexis’ warm, slippery pussy, inch by dangerous inch.

The sensation set off fireworks of pleasure in the cougar’s drunken, dazed head. Her body was primed for breeding thanks to the aphrodisiacs, her heat and the fertility enhancers ensuring that she’d get well and truly knocked up if even a drop of sperm entered her, and that made it feel incredibly good. Far too good to fight. She could take the risk, she told herself, and just tell the wolf to pull out. Or not. Her thoughts were a mess, just like her pussy, and she found herself drooling as Zander finally hilted his amazing cock in her.

She had never had a real cock inside her, just the dildos she and Alice used on themselves – and each other – and those were a good bit smaller. They didn’t feel so alive either, throbbing and twitching inside, and almost burning hot in her embrace. It was something on a whole new level, and she liked it far too much.

“A-are you letting him fuck you? He’s… inside you?” Alice huffed, scarcely able to believe what she was seeing. They had promised not to let that happen, but she knelt to have a better look, just to make sure, and yes, that dark red cock was balls deep inside Alexis’ vulnerable pussy, the sheath nestled up against her lips. If he came, every last drop of his seed would end up inside her with nothing to protect her. Alice quivered at the thought.

“Yeah, she’s letting me fuck her,” Zander grunted, answering in her stead. “I’m all the way inside her.” He didn’t usually narrate what he was doing, but seeing the effect it had on the tiger, he had to.

For Alexis, that long moment of the wolf buried inside her was deeply intoxicating, more so than the alcohol or drugs. She couldn’t help it. She knew that she should’ve asked him to pull out, and he might even have respected her decision, but instead she began to grind back, driving his cock deeper into herself. She didn’t mean to do it, but she did it anyway, completely lost to her powerful instincts in the heat of the moment, moaning and whimpering as she repeatedly impaled herself on him without even realizing that she was doing it.

That, in turn, naturally made Zander respond in kind. It was a similar reaction to hers. Although he was inside her and relished the sensation, he hadn’t been planning on actually fucking her bare like this, not here at least, but his hips were already moving, meeting the cougar’s gyrations with rough strokes and firm thrusts, savoring how she clenched around him.

At the same time, Alice was watching as if completely mesmerized by the sight.

“Alexis, sis, you have to stop,” she hissed. “You’re going to get pregnant, he’s not wearing a condom. Please.”

It wasn’t only out of concern for her sister that she said it. It was half concern for herself, because she was getting hornier by the second, her resolve crumbling as she watched Alexis getting fucked and moaning with outright dissolute ecstasy. She wanted to feel like that, too.

“You have to stop, fuck, if you don’t, we’re both going to get knocked up,” she insisted, moving so close to the entranced cougar that she was effectively sandwiched between the tiger and Zander as he rutted her from behind.

It was pure chance that made her stop. Zander thrust a little too hard and the tip of his cock jabbed Alexis’ cervix painfully. She let out a yelp and froze, realizing what she was doing. The trance was broken, but she didn’t initially move, only hesitantly pulling herself off the wolf’s cock with a disappointed mewl. It really had felt amazing, and she found herself aching for more.

She looked at Alice, who was just as flushed with arousal, and the tigress looked back. Neither one uttered a word, but their eyes conveyed a quiet dialogue on what they should do, if they should just embrace having a truly wild and risky night. In the end, their hormones made the decision for them. As a pair, they grabbed Zander’s hands and pulled him off the dancefloor, towards the mercifully clean and quiet bathrooms of the club.

“Score,” the angriest bully laughed as they watched the three leave. The second didn’t reply, feeling a pang of unwanted jealousy, briefly glancing around the club for a wolf she could play with. The third, though pleased that Alexis and Alice were about to take a sharp, maternal turn for the worse, was preoccupied thinking about how many expensive drinks they’d gulped down and how her father would react to it. Ah, well – like the consequences of drunken sex, she’d have to wait to see how badly that scheme had hurt her plans for college. Surely, it’d be worth it, she told herself.

With the main attractions gone, the attention of the wolves was quickly narrowing down on them, though. Soon, they were crowded where they were sipping on their drinks, and then, the bartender waved towards them, holding up the pills they’d paid him to spike the sisters’ drinks with. As it turned out, they weren’t the only ones; the wolf gave them a lascivious, mean grin as the reality of the matter began to set in, leaving them completely alone with a horde of ravenous wolves, feeling increasingly warm and horny themselves.

Yet, unaware of any of that, the two girls pulled Zander into the dimly lit restrooms, into a stall – his cock was still out – and then sunk to their knees in unison, as if they really were twins and perfectly in tune with each other. Both pressed their lips against his cock, practically worshipping it with little licks and suckling kisses. Alice could taste Alexis on it, and the cougar tasted herself. The mingling flavors of his precum and her juices were driving both girls wild.

“We should take a selfie,” Alexis moaned.

“Are you crazy? Then everyone will know what we did,” Alice countered, though she was still fixated on the lupine meat, and Alexis was already pulling her phone out.

“I don’t care,” Alexis huffed. “Smile for the camera.”

Alice looked just in time for the cougar to snap a photo – automatically uploaded – of them framing the wolf’s cock with their faces. So much for private. Whatever, fuck it, Alice thought, and they both, once again moving in unison, moved to press their lips against Zander’s cock while Alexis snapped another photo of their debauched deeds.

Fuck it indeed. It’d certainly ruin their reputation, but what kind of young adult hadn’t done that once or twice? Rather than despairing, she took the wolf’s cock into her mouth and began to suck, abandoning shame in favor of lust.

“Get ready to drink up, I need to relieve myself,” Zander suddenly warned.

“I can do it,” Alexis chimed in, while Alice still had her lips wrapped around the lupine cock. She evidently thought the tigress would find it gross or unpleasant. Little did she know that the sudden suggestion was one of Alice’s biggest kinks; beyond vanilla sex, she didn’t have many, except having someone relieve themselves in her mouth.

Almost gagging, she forced her head down on Zander’s cock, and then deeper yet until the tip lodged itself in her throat, just in time for a stream of acrid urine to erupt against the back of her throat. The sensation was incredibly hot, alcohol and lust both numbing the somewhat unpleasant taste, and while Zander emptied his bladder, Alexis stared in amazement as her mostly vanilla sister suddenly began to masturbate, her hand diving between her legs to rub at her sodden folds.

She could feel the heat of the wolf’s urine gushing down her throat, like she was being marked, inside rather than outside. It didn’t take long, but it left her weak at the knees, almost feeling more drunk after having her belly filled, and once he was done, Zander pulled out.

“Good girl. Rrh, against the door. I’m going to fuck you, you beautiful slut,” he growled, and Alice backed away, pressing her back against the door. She could still taste the wolf on her lips.

Zander pinned her against the door, grabbing her hips and lifting her up. Neither thought about if the door’s latch would hold, but thankfully, it was sturdy enough. And so, the wolf positioned his cock right at Alice’s fertile, dripping entrance, wanting to have a taste of her pussy around his cock, too. But both girls would absolutely get what they wanted and deserved.

“I’m not gonna pull out, either,” he added. That was meant to serve as a warning for the cat, but at this point, they were all too far gone. All Alice could think about was how beautiful his cock had looked, plunging into her friend, and how incredibly sexy and risky it was. And how, she was about to feel the same thing, only there’d be no fortuitous interruption to stop her from receiving his seed.

She’d thrown caution to the wind long ago. Alexis still had her phone out, only this time she was filming, kneeling next to the wolf and tigress to capture the sight of his cock prodding against her entrance.

Zander thrust, hard. His cock forced its way into Alice’s defenseless, even traitorous, pussy, with a wet slurp while Alexis, rubbing herself feverishly, recorded every sexy second_._ “And you’re going to get pregnant. Your slutty little pussy is going to drink every drop of cum I give it. Then, I’ll breed your friend too.”

He fucked her in hard, sharp thrusts, causing the stall door to creak under the pressure. But however he fucked her, Alice was so deep in her heat that it would’ve felt good regardless. She moaned out, barely able to comprehend that there was a real-life cock buried inside her, thrusting. She was getting fucked, mated, and soon to be bred, and it felt so fucking incredible that she was moaning at the top of her lungs, wrapping her legs around the wolf’s waist and not even caring that her beautiful strappy heels were starting to come undone from the sheer animalistic rutting.

She felt, truly, like a bitch in heat. Like she was just a hole, a needy pussy, and the wolf merely a cock to give her what she needed. Nothing else mattered. No social expectations, and no consequences. She was almost desperate to feel him erupt inside her and seal her fate as a young mother. And then, to watch him do the same to Alexis. Consequences could wait, because she could already feel her orgasm approaching, and it was promising to be so far beyond anything she had ever felt that she could already barely breathe at all.

Zander sped up. “You’re to have a belly full of pups from some stranger wolf. What will your—nngh- what will your parents say?”

“You’ll look so sexy leaking with his cum, fuck anything else,” Alexis gasped.

Alice couldn’t answer coherently, but she begged for him to fill her while grabbing the top of the stall door to brace as the wolf grew rougher and rougher. She could feel him throb, and each throb was like a portent of what was soon to come. Zander shuddered as his balls drew up tight to his body, everything captured on film by Alexis.

“Get ready to be a teen mom- fuck, here it comes,” Zander groaned, and then hilted himself inside her, all the way except for his knot. That, he’d save for Alexis, to doubly ensure that the cougar would walk out of here with his pups.

Alice felt the first spurt of cum inside her. The feeling made her cum immediately, her toes curling – her heels came undone and clattered onto the floor, but she didn’t care about anything else but her orgasm in that moment – and her entire body twitching and trembling, her legs in a vice-like grip around the wolf to pull herself closer, deeper onto his cock, even if the knot was too much. Another gush of virile warmth followed, and then a third, each reciprocated by an eager clench of her equally eager pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sheer intensity of it all, the consequences distant and unimportant, even as her womb drank that plentiful seed in a final lust-drunk gesture of submission and fertility.

Zander held her there for a moment, panting heavily. Just long enough that he could imagine his sperm having been sucked deep enough into her that there’d be no escape and not a moment longer, as his need to breed the cougar too burned in his overly virile loins. He let his cock slip from her, admiring the sight of his load spilling from her distended slit, again filmed by the eager Alexis for later uploading, before gently lowering her to the ground. He couldn’t hurt the future mother of his anonymous pups, after all.

Then, as Alice sat there, nearly insensate from how hard she had cum, he turned his fateful attention to Alexis, who was sitting there with one hand holding her phone and the other several fingers deep inside her soaked pussy. She stopped the recording, and the video of Alice’s insemination and breeding was uploaded almost instantly, published for everyone to see.

“Your turn to become a mother. Get up and bend over,” the wolf commanded.

She stood up immediately and grabbed the handrail, presenting her ass – and that dripping wet pussy – for the wolf, who growled with approval. His cock was still leaking cum, which was also smeared all over it from vigorous fucking he had given Alice, and that meant that just going inside Alexis had a significant risk of getting her pregnant.

Alexis knew that, of course. But she needed his cock so badly, and her judgment – just like Alice’s – was clouded by the mixture of alcohol, heat, and aphrodisiacs, and she felt incredibly jealous at the sight of the tiger’s leaking, cum-filled pussy, barely able to imagine how good it must’ve felt. And so, she told herself that everything would be alright, somehow.

“Pretty eager to get bred by a total stranger,” Zander rumbled, lining himself up with her folds. “Or just too horny to care?”

“-just fuck me, please,” she whimpered, already perfectly aware of how stupid she was being. It was the bad choice to end all bad choices, but then, she also couldn’t let Alice go through a pregnancy alone, either. Not when this whole clubbing idea had been hers, and the tigress had only gotten knocked up because of her. So, there was an aspect of self-flagellation amidst the swirling high of arousal, too, that made the cougar like she needed to be punished.

“I was waiting for you to say that. Just remember, I’m not pulling out,” he chuckled, more than ready to inflict the curse – or blessing – of motherhood on the young cougar.

And then, before Alexis could do anything else, Zander thrust into her. It felt just as good as the first time, and she moaned as her pussy eagerly clamped down around his cum-covered cock, already trying to get herself knocked up. At that point, it was far too late to fight it anyway, and so she gave into her urges fully.

The wolf fucked her roughly, tweaking and tugging roughly on her pierced nipples to make her moan and pounding into her hard enough to shake the entire stall, utterly dominating and claiming her fertile cunt for himself. His jaws came down around her neck, scruffing her to the sound of a desperate, pleasured whimper. The feeling made her arch her back, instinctively rocking back and forth against his thrusts as he took her, mated with her with the full intent of emptying his balls, full of their dangerous cargo, into her.

“Fuck, you want my cum so badly, don’t you? You’re milking a stranger’s cock,” Zander huffed, once again entirely right.

Her head was swimming. Zander slapped her ass hard, and she let out another moan, only for the wolf to grip the base of her tail and use it as a kind of handhold to fuck her even harder. The pleasure was already threatening to overwhelm her clouded mind. She was actually going to get bred and her body was cheering for him, cheering for the cock violating her innermost depths.

Alice slipped underneath them with her own phone ready. After all, if her rutting had been uploaded for everyone to see, she was going to return the favor. That, and she already knew she’d be masturbating for weeks, if not years, to the sight. She focused the camera on exactly where the wolf’s potent cock split her sister open, plunging into her without so much as a thought of protection, and arousal swept through her body again as she recorded every moment, thinking about the ecstasy her friend was feeling.

When he wasn’t kneading and tugging on her swinging, pierced tits, Zander lifted one of Alexis’ legs to get deeper inside her. She could only moan, clutching the railing with all her strength to stay upright enough to receive every wonderful yet brutal thrust. Her legs were trembling. Hell, all of her was trembling with dreadful, sexy anticipation.

Then she felt a tongue slide across her clit and almost came on the spot. Alice had decided she wanted a taste of them both, and was now eagerly licking them, licking over the cougar's clit, along Zander's thrusting cock, and even his balls when the thrusts allowed, encouraging them to fulfill their masculine duty. Not that Zander needed the help, but feeling the tigress nuzzle and worship him – especially given that she was kissing and licking the balls that had just knocked her up – still made him feel deeply dominant and manly.

“You’re gonna get pregnant,” she hummed in a sing-song voice, before latching onto her friend’s nipple, drawing out another moan of ecstasy.

“Yeah, you are. Not long now, just a little more,” Zander groaned. He could already feel the familiar pressure welling up in his balls. He loved that feeling, and he loved what it heralded even more.

Alice traced her fingers over the very base of Zander’s cock, wanting to feel him throb when he finally seeded her sister. It would be soon; indeed, his knot was already swelling, ramming against Alexis’ lips with each thrust. Any second now, it’d pop in, and that’d be that. Alice helpfully tried to pry her friend wide open to make way for that beautiful breeding bulb. And she, just like Alexis had, filmed every moment.

With a rough thrust, he forced it in as the cougar’s body submitted. Her eyes went wide. He felt so incredibly big inside her, and now, there really was no way out. If she wasn’t pregnant already, soon her womb would get a massive injection of virile cum. The first one it had ever received, and at her riskiest time, made even riskier by the fertility drugs that the bartender had slipped into her many drinks.

Zander growled with pleasure, squeezing his eyes shut as he approached his climax with quick rapid-fire thrusts that made his knot tug on the cougar’s labia. “Can you feel that? Tied like a proper wolf-slut. F-fuck, here… here come your babies, you and your slut friend can be knocked up sluts together.”

“Do it! Fucking breed her!” Alice whimpered, focusing the camera exactly where the two were joined.

And sure enough, he did. With his knot buried inside Alexis, Zander let out a triumphant howl as his seed erupted forth from his heavy balls, a pressured rope of cum erupting into the fertile cat with the very first throb of his cock. Alice could only gasp as she saw that rapid twitching and throbbing, filming it between little breaks to feel it, feel each bad decision suddenly resulting in something so sexy and tangible that it’d mark them for the rest of their lives.

Alexis came with a yowl of her own, even harder than Alice before her. She came so hard that she saw stars, her vision narrowing to just a pinprick of light as pleasure washed over her, eyes rolling and back arching. Her entire body was afire, only for that fire to be immediately put out by the wolf’s cum, pleasure-spasms joined by the deep, primitive satisfaction that every woman felt when inseminated while in heat, the drug-like heady high that’d forever burn itself into her mind and make her come back for more.

She took every drop, the wolf's knot keeping her plugged and ensuring that her womb would drink up properly. And it did, her cervix wildly dipping into Zander’s cum with each orgasmic contraction. He held himself inside her as deep as he could even after his orgasm ebbed from powerful spurts to a lazy drooling.

“Wow,” Alice gasped. “You a-actually bred her.”

“Fuck yes I did,” Zander replied, practically glowing with pride and satisfaction. “And you too. Enjoy being teen moms together.”

There was no real reply to that, and afterwards, they didn’t say much. Alice finished recording and uploaded the video – noting that her breeding already had thousands of likes, which made her blush – and then sat quietly until she felt like licking them both again, which she did, teasing Zander’s knot so that it’d stay inflated and hard a little longer.

Eventually, of course, he did soften, knot shrinking enough that he could pull out. There wasn’t much leaking. Of course there wasn’t; most of the cum was safely where it belonged inside a fertile womb.

He presented his cock to the “twins” quietly, and they obediently licked him clean together, scraping off every little morsel of his precious seed and their own juices. Only once satisfied did he finally get dressed again, leaving the two newly inseminated and almost certainly pregnant cats alone in the quiet restroom, never to see them again. Or that was the plan, anyway. But no plan ever worked out perfectly.

Eight months later, they’d finally tracked the jet-black wolf down. Alexis rang the doorbell again, for what felt like the thirteenth time, a scowl on her face. Alice was standing next to her in the cold early spring weather.

“He’s not at home, is he,” the tigress sighed. But just then, the door opened.

A white, clearly female wolf stared at the two. At first, she looked angry, as if about to tell the cats to fuck right off, but then, she glanced down and noticed that the both of them were heavily pregnant, their formerly perfect bodies swollen with life, and now her expression shifted to one of frustration, with perhaps a hint of amusement.

“Hi. I’m Lacy. So, what’s all this about?” she asked. “Let me guess, Zander?”

Alexis and Alice told her every last detail about what had happened that fateful night eight months ago, and her expression changed to something more akin to frustration. As they finished explaining, Zander himself came to the door.

“Who’s the-” he started, and then went mute, freezing as he saw and remembered the two felines. He never froze like that normally.

“You went and did this,” Lacy started angrily. The twins were expecting her to rip into him, and she did, but for a reason altogether different from what they were expecting. “…and you didn’t invite me? You know I love twins, you asshole!”

“I’m- I’m sorry, I was just at the club to…” Zander tried explaining.

“Yeah, I know, I was there too, you fuck,” she growled. “And you still didn’t invite me? That’s exactly what we went there for! How goddamn drunk did you get?”

Zander protested. “You were flirting with that other girl-”

“Yeah, for us to play with,” Lacy growled. “And then you forgot that I was even there?”

They had, indeed, been at the club together, with the goal being to do something just like that, but together. Zander had entirely forgotten both the plan, and that she had even been there with him that night. He suddenly looked very sheepish despite his great size and dominance, apologizing for not inviting Lacy. He didn’t apologize for knocking the cats up, though; that was still very much a treasured memory, and any price would’ve been worth it.

“Okay. Fine. But we’re taking care of them and playing with them now, then,” Lacy said, her tone making it sound like an absolute fact. And it was. “You know, it’s called taking responsibility… and also having fun. Come inside, girls, let’s get you all warmed up. And Zander, don’t you fucking dare breed anyone else without me there.”

Surprised, but without hesitation, Alexis and Alice followed her into her warm home, with Zander standing there, looking most of all impressed that they’d managed to track him down. He’d strongly assumed he’d never see either girl again.

Not that he minded, of course. Not too much, anyway. He had enough money.

“I don’t suppose you’re feeling horny yet? Well, you’ll get there with some help. We’re going to have so much fun together,” Lacy laughed, and she meant it, in the best of ways.