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Alexandra’s Vacation

Alexandra was stressed, very stressed. Stressed beyond belief, in fact. The holiday rush was always brutal at the bank, and she didn't even work as one of the tellers. Rather, she spent all day locked away in a little cubicle, working on financial strategies, budget plans, and savings for customers. It was a job that became absolutely feverish during the holidays as people were spending left, right, and center. While some were dipping into their savings and trying to make ends meet, others were adding to their investments and buying *houses* as Christmas gifts. Regardless of whether her clients had started saving months ahead of time, or were looking to take out a second mortgage on their homes to be able to afford gifts, it was her job as a financial advisor to take care of all of them.

It had all started the week of Thanksgiving, and now that it was Christmas, she was completely, utterly drained of energy and nearing a catastrophic burnout. Making matters worse was the fact that she was going into heat, too, which meant that her already frayed mind was constantly getting distracted by fantasies of bowling over the next customer that walked in or the cute guy who came over to refill the coffee machine that she viewed as a lover at this point – the coffee machine, not the cute guy – and just riding their goddamn cocks until she was so pregnant that she’d spend the next two years popping out kittens.

The cheetah stood up, wiped down the wet patch she had left on her comfortable office chair, and walked into the restrooms to splash some ice-cold water on her face. It helped, if only in the sense that a children’s water pistol helped put out a roaring conflagration.

She glanced up, looking at herself in the mirror, and saw the same old cheetah that she always did. Only right now, she looked haggard. Sure, her usual curves were still there, the rather large breasts that her mother had given her, but her face… it looked old. Worn. Aged. Her eyes were damn near bloodshot and her hair was a mess, entirely unbecoming of a financial advisor who had to make a good impression. And her scent was already filling the bathroom with the sweet spicy musk of an intense heat.

Yeah. This wasn’t going to work. She needed time off, and she needed time off badly. Thankfully, Alexandra still had some vacation days left to use this year. Her boss might not like her taking the back end of the holiday rush off, but he didn’t really have a leg to stand on, having taken Thanksgiving off himself, and on top of that, Alexandra was a model employee, productive enough that they couldn’t fire her and expect things to get working. Yeah. She made up her mind. She’d take some time off to rest up, ride out her heat, and recover a little from the past month, and once all that was done, she’d come back to work a new woman, refreshed and ready to put her nose back to the grindstone.

As expected, her boss was a little grumpy about her suddenly wanting to take time off, but his opinion changed after Alexandra had been in the room for a few minutes and her scent hit him. The bear was a decent man, the kind who focused on work over almost anything except for his family, and certainly not one who’d make any advances no matter how lust-struck he was by a woman in heat, but Alexandra still saw the signs. The way the bear’s pupils dilated when he breathed in the scent. How his nostrils flared, drawing in more. The inescapable reactions that any man had to a woman’s heat. Of course, it was what happened after that first whiff that really set them apart.

“Oh. Yeah. I… I have to say, maybe you do need to take some time off,” he spoke, in a choked suppressing-his-instincts kind of tone that left him sounding like he suddenly had a head cold. “With the…”

“The heat, yes. I don't think it'd be good if I stayed here with both the stress and, um, that,” Alexandra explained, trying her hardest to keep the conversation as polite and professional as she could while fighting off those intrusive fantasies of her boss fucking her.

Thankfully, her boss stayed professional, and he agreed to give Alexandra her requested month off. A few minutes later, she had left the bank and was on her way home to book a long holiday somewhere warm and pleasant.

That did bring up another problem, though. Where would she go?

It wasn’t that she couldn’t go anywhere she wanted, but the real problem was her heat. Sooner or later, she’d run into a man, or several men, who couldn’t quite control their urges the way her boss could, and while they probably wouldn’t force her into doing anything, well, they’d set off her own urges something fierce. A hard cock pressed against her thigh, or even just the sight of a bulge might set off a chain reaction thanks to her already lust-warped mind, and then it’d all end with her laying on her back, her legs spread, and a train of men each taking a turn on her, eroding the self-control of every man that saw her until she’d taken gallons of seed into her fertile womb without even thinking about it.

And then she’d be pregnant. With some stranger’s kittens. Alexandra shuddered, thinking about it. She hated how the thought felt so nice and sexy, when in reality it’d be a total and utter catastrophe, and not just for her career. She’d have to waddle around with her swollen belly for nine months, and then she’d have a kitten to nurse for another few years, and then she’d have to still raise the little bastard until they were eighteen or older.

A massive commitment, but the kind that conditions like her heat led people to take on, often accidentally. Or sometimes with misguided desire just like what she was feeling. But that was the point; she couldn't really go anywhere that'd be too popular in winter, like a big, crowded beach down south. No, it’d have to be something a little more isolated from the world. Still a touristy place – camping alone in some jungle wouldn’t be very relaxing, and Alexandra needed to relax – but something without huge crowds of people, especially not young, horny men with big, throbbing cocks that all just yearned to sink into a welcoming, fertile pussy.

No, bad cheetah. Clean thoughts. Or at least, don’t think about getting fucked by strangers, Alexandra scolded herself. Eventually, while sitting around at home again and once again soaking a towel with her juices, she finally decided on a vacation destination; a lovely little tropical island, but one with only a tenth or so of the traffic of the more popular destinations. That’d do just nicely. She’d find a private – or mostly private – spot to set up a towel and just lounge in the sun all day. Maybe masturbate a bit if it was secluded enough. A few drinks at night, and she’d be both through her heat and recharged enough for work in no time at all!

She skipped the rest of the description. She didn’t really care about the amenities or if there happened to be any diving classes on the island; all she wanted was to get away. Of course, rushing through things tended to bite one in the ass later, as the cheetah would soon discover. But for now, she was happy.

In no time at all, Alexandra had packed everything she needed, which was mostly just a few changes of clothes, some makeup, and her bikini, and then she was off to the airport for a long flight to a little island just off the coast of a much more scenic place than her rather dreary home city. Though she was a little worried about the flight, it turned out that almost everyone was busy working, and so the plane didn’t have a lot of passengers, meaning the trip was largely uneventful, consisting mostly of watching the ground disappear beneath the clouds, watching her favorite Christmas movie – Die Hard, as it happened – and downing a few drinks that cost entirely too much for what they were.

But that was all part of the vacation experience, was it not?

After a few more hours of getting increasingly bored and a little buzzed, the pilots announced that the plane would be landing shortly, and just in time, too. The steady, if subtle vibration of her seat was starting to get to the heat-struck cheetah, and Alexandra found herself worrying that she’d leave the seat stained for the next passenger if she didn’t get up soon. Thankfully, that wouldn't be the case as the plane began to descend, and around it the clouds parted to reveal an island of ivory sand and emerald jungle, in the middle of a deep azure ocean. It looked idyllic, or maybe like jewelry, and Alexandra couldn’t wait.

A few bumps, a little towing, and the plane came to a standstill. Finally, she was here. The semi-tropical warmth greeted her like stepping into a sauna as she got off the plane and onto the bus that’d take her to the airport terminal, and then to the resort by a beach where she’d spend the rest of her heat. Oh, it was like paradise out here; even from the airport, she could see vast, seemingly endless glimmering seas, gently swaying palm trees, and beaches bigger than anything she had ever seen before, all accentuated by the scent of saltwater drifting in with the warm breeze.

It felt like being in a dream, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing; Alexandra pinched herself just to keep herself a little grounded. It all came down to her heat. If she got a little too carried away by the dreamlike feeling, she knew the expected results would happen, and with that, she was thinking of getting knocked up again.

The bus was thankfully air conditioned well enough that her heat-scent didn’t really carry far, and so was the next one after the small terminal that she took to the resort. To be fair, she thought, almost nobody was so horny and so shameless that they’d fuck her on a moving bus, and chances were that the driver would stop them if they tried, anyway.

Alexandra did, of course, see one man – a fox – turn his head to glance around with that glassy look in his eyes. Thankfully, he was sitting next to his wife, which added some much-needed friction to whatever thoughts her heat brought out in both of them.

But what if it wasn’t enough? What if he suddenly pounced her and tore off her panties, thrusting that hard, vulpine cock directly into her, right then and there, on the bus. Would his wife actually stop him before he was tied with the cheetah? Would anyone force him off before her pussy was full of dangerous, potent seed sure to knock her up? Alexandra knew that she certainly wouldn’t do it, not once he was inside her. No matter the cost in esteem and career, by that point her needs would be so inflamed that there’d simply be no way to stop.

She squirmed a little in her seat. It was rather insufferable, really. The feeling of being completely at the mercy of strangers, because her own body would offer no defense. She always found herself looking down on people who got accidentally pregnant – why not simply choose not to have sex, right? – but this time, her heat was so intense that it was hard to even think of no_t_ doing anything, much less insisting that whatever male she ended up with used a condom or pulled out. It felt almost sacrilegious. So that was, she grimly realized, how it had finally happened to every single one of her girlfriends, even the ones who had decided to never actually have any kids, all the way from her old college friends to her current group of friends and acquaintances.

She was the only one who hadn’t had a baby or several yet. But in the throes of her heat, she finally understood it. The need simply grew too intense, and then they ended up inevitably swollen with a litter of pups or kittens, their paths through life nailed down by biology’s cruel hammer.

“It’s really not that bad, you’ll learn to love them,” she remembered one of her coworkers telling her. “And once you’ve had one, you might as well have a few more, so they have someone to play with, if you don’t have twins the first time.”

Alexandra still didn’t agree with that. She had argued about it.

“Yeah, but it’s kinda impossible to avoid forever unless you want to live as a hermit or just aren’t attracted to men,” her coworker had sighed, cradling her swollen belly. “Might as well embrace it.”

Eventually, they had agreed to disagree. Alexandra had certainly felt like she could be the exception, the one who managed to forever avoid taking a virile load inside her at a bad time without any kind of protection. Yet now, she wasn’t so sure. Maybe her biological clock was finally ticking and would insist that she reproduce, no matter the cost.

Alexandra shook her head. There was no need to be so defeatist about it. She’d be fine. She just had to avoid anyone with a cock, or everyone, just to be safe. And then everything would be fine.

The bus arrived at the resort parking lot, and the passengers disembarked to check in. Alexandra stood outside for a little longer, taking in her surroundings. The place was on a beach surrounded by jungle, which the tourist brochure encouraged visitors to explore. There were no dangerous animals out there on this island, nothing worse than mosquitoes – which didn’t carry any diseases, isolated as they were from the mainland – the brochures read, so it was a perfect place to find your personal little getaway, your little slice of paradise.

That’d be an option when staying at the beach started to feel too exposed, and Alexandra was under no illusions; it would feel like that eventually. But for now, she was determined to enjoy it, and so, she meandered into the resort hotel and checked herself in. Not that she planned to spend a lot of time in her room; it was the absolute last-resort fallback if no other location was comfortable or safe enough to rest. She used the room only to leave her luggage in, and to change into a bikini, before heading out to the beach.

Alexandra picked out a beach chair, set it up, and then flopped down in it, basking in the sun and letting her thoughts drift away from any worries and anxieties, listening to the gentle breeze and the lapping of waves on the sandy beach. A seagull, somewhere far away, disrupted the serenity of it all only for a brief moment.

That serenity, unfortunately, didn’t last long after that. She had been one of the first on the beach, but once all the other tourists arrived with the same kind of plans – minus the heat, perhaps – the quiet eventually dissolved into a bustle around the dozing cheetah.

Ah well, she thought, savoring the warmth of the sun on her fur. It wasn’t that much of a problem. She could simply tune them out, the same way she tuned out the irritating beeping of ancient fax machines, printers, and copiers at work. Not to mention her chatty coworkers who loved interrupting her while she was neck deep in financial calculations and projections. And so, Alexandra dozed off again, at least for a little while longer.

She did so until she suddenly felt someone’s eyes on her without even opening her own. It was that unmistakable feeling of being watched that felt like a nervous kind of warmth on her. Slowly, Alexandra opened her eyes, only to find a young-looking wolf staring at her. He wasn’t standing so close as to be threatening but nonetheless displaying interest. And that interest was clearly stated by the obvious bulge in his swimming trunks; he had caught the scent of her heat, just like any male here would, sooner or later, and now he gave her a halfway hopeful, halfway pleading look. The kind that told her exactly what he wanted, and what he hoped that she also wanted.

It wasn’t unexpected. This was a resort for adults, and it had a bit of a reputation for adult activities in turn. But it had been either this, or an overcrowded beach with pups, and Alexandra had chosen the lesser evil. Or so, she thought.

The wolf was as tall as a mountain, or at least, he looked like it from the vantage point of laying back in her chair. He had to be almost seven feet, Alexandra thought, and as her gaze unwillingly but inevitably again dropped down, she could see he was just as sizeable in other ways; that bulge in his trunks looked massive. Big enough that the cheetah felt an unfamiliar and yet unwanted tingle of arousal rush through her lower body and loins.

Damn these heats, she thought, with more than a little frustration. Normally, she never even looked at men’s crotches; right now, she had to fight not to stare. She closed her eyes regardless, dismissing both the wolf and the sight – he could hardly force her into doing anything like this, even if her body might’ve let him – and when she opened them again a few minutes later, the wolf was gone, evidently having gotten the hint. And thank god for that, Alexandra thought, pulling a towel over her crotch to hide the slight dampness of her bikini bottoms.

She went back to relaxing, but with a kind of counterproductive focus, trying her hardest to leave every muscle as limp and relaxed as possible while not thinking about anything at all. Except that every time she closed her eyes, the wolf was there again, looking so majestically masculine with his grey fur hinting at the outlines of strong muscles, the kind of muscles that could probably lift and hold the cheetah off the ground while he fucked his pups into her.

Just as she was slowly beginning to win that phantasmic wrestling match against her own worst urges, she heard a moan coming from next to her. A rather lusty moan, quickly followed by the rapid slap-slap-slap sound of wet fur and skin, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening. People were fucking, and making no attempt to be discreet about it. Was this kind of hedonism really acceptable in public at this resort? She wanted to complain but didn’t want to interrupt their fun. And, instead of doing the reasonable thing and getting up to lay somewhere else, she tilted her head ever so slightly, glancing subtly at the pair next to her.

A little fennec was laying with her legs held up by a fox – the one she had noticed on the bus, his wife nowhere to be seen – who was hammering his cock into her, the sight accompanied by wet squelches and slapping. Alexandra watched his shaft plunge deep into the fennec’s cunt, and saw the absolutely rapturous expressions of pleasure on both of their faces. And she was transfixed, just like she knew she would be, which was exactly why she hadn’t wanted to watch.

Was the fennec on protection? Did the fox’s wife approve? He wasn’t even wearing a condom, and Alexandra – while unfamiliar with vulpine heats – thought she caught a whiff of her fertility on the air. Was she actually trying to get herself knocked up? Alexandra wanted to speak up, to warn her when she saw the fox’s balls pull up close to his body, but then again, the fennec was an adult, no matter how small her body was. She knew what she was getting into.

She really shouldn’t have been looking, but the alcohol she’d imbibed on the plane combined with the reduced inhibitions brought on by her fertile state led her to look anyway, and the cheetah did so intently as this couple of strangers rutted away towards the inevitable. The fox’s thrusts grew sharp and jagged, and the fennec’s moans rose in pitch as their bodies prepared to complete their carnal union in the messiest of ways. Did they even know each other, or had they just met? Alexandra was tingling all over as she imagined the latter, and she knew that if she wasn’t careful, she’d end up doing the same with some man whose name she’d never even know.

But she kept watching. Soon enough, the fox’s body stiffened and he let out a strangled, lustful growl as he jammed his swelling knot into the fennec, panting happily as Alexandra saw her entire body shiver. It was beautiful. She couldn’t see his cock at all, but she knew it was throbbing inside the fennec, discharging the virile cargo that the cheetah was both so afraid of and wanted inside her so badly. Pumping her womb full, sperm racing up her tubes in a blind quest to impregnate her.

The fennec moaned something that sounded like "Give it to me." Like she wanted it just as badly as any woman in heat, but perhaps that she even wanted the consequences of it. And that was Alexandra’s cue to get up. If she didn’t, she’d probably just lay there until the fox fucked her right into motherhood too. One last glance at the fox unloading every drop of cum from his heavy balls into the fennec, seeding her deeply, and then it was time to avert disaster.

Alexandra finally got up, her pussy soaking wet, and walked stiffly back to the hotel. She took another look at the brochures. If this kind of activity was normal at the beach, she wouldn’t last a day before she was dripping with cum and more than likely fertilized. With trembling hands, she flipped through them, and sure enough, she had missed a part of the marketing blurb.

Her little holiday paradise was a romantic getaway, with focus on the romance, or at least, the physical side of romance. On the website, it’d simply been described as an idyllic, tropical island. Or so she had thought. Maybe she hadn't really read the descriptions in her rush. But this was the kind of island that singles went to get fucked, sometimes bred. There was a picture of a pregnant jaguar without a wedding ring standing proud and maternal at the beach. But not only that, but swingers couples too, it seemed, as another image illustrated two men and two women all holding hands, clad only in swimwear. The idea was suddenly so obvious.

And that meant Alexandra and her treacherous, dripping pussy couldn’t spend another day near anyone else, because if she did, and if someone worked up the courage to actually flirt with her, she’d be well and truly fucked, in the most literal sense. She let out a frustrated growl. Staying at the hotel was no vacation, and staying on the beach would leave her belly swollen like a taut dome. What options did that leave her with?

Well, there was the jungle. The hotel staff had confirmed what she had read; there was nothing dangerous out there. So, she’d lounge somewhere out there instead and enjoy herself until the vacation was over, coming back to the hotel only to eat and perhaps, to sleep. Finally, Alexandra had a decent plan.

Once more, she left the hotel, but this time, instead of going to the beach, she aimed directly at the jungle that covered the center of the island and walked that way, leaving behind a heated scent-trail that would soon fade away and leave nobody able to follow her.

The first few meters were painful. Clad in only a bikini and without anything to cut vines and the thick, verdant undergrowth with, Alexandra struggled to even get past the perimeter of trees that formed the outer edge. With some persistence, she did eventually manage to find the remains of a path, almost fully overgrown, but still clear enough that she could squeeze past. She followed that path deep into the jungle, which seemed to swallow all the noise of the beach and ocean, leaving her in almost perfect quiet bar for a few chirping birds and buzzing insects. And the distant sound of pouring water.

Please let it be a waterfall. God, she hoped it was a waterfall. Alexandra felt like she needed a pool or anything to keep her mind off the heat, and for once – for the first time since her heat and the holiday season stress had started – she was lucky. Soon, after a few more minutes of trudging through the jungle, emerald green and thick but not in the least bit hostile – she emerged at a cliff of sorts. From the top of the cliff, a stunning waterfall cascaded down, and beneath it, the water had carved away both dirt and plantlife, leaving a crystal-clear rock pool.

Score. Fucking score, Alexandra thought, her heart leaping with excitement. This would be her private little vacation spot for as long as she needed. There was no chance any of the horny tourists would bother coming here. She stripped off her lust-soaked bikini bottoms, and then untied her top as well, dropping them both on the rocks as her rather beautiful breasts bounced free with a jiggle. With nobody around to see any of it, there was no need to keep anything between her and the beautiful embrace of nature. Alexandra stepped into the pool, and then, after a few moments of lingering in the cool water, stepped directly beneath the waterfall, letting the stream rush over her and soak every strand of fur on her body.

However, someone else wasn't far behind. Zeke, the large wolf from the beach, had admired Alexandra earlier, but thought that she wasn’t in the mood when she closed her eyes. Yet now that she had left the beach and left such a rich trail of her heat-scent for him to follow? Maybe she had changed her mind; why else would the fertile cheetah deliberately lead him somewhere like this, Zeke thought – though not clearly, affected by scent – as he followed the trail, pushing through the jungle with even more effort than Alexandra, owing to his much larger frame. He growled as he tore through vines and circled around trees, but a male afflicted by a female’s heat wasn’t easy for any force to stop.

Alexandra, meanwhile, already had her fingers between her legs. The water rushing over her nipples and even her clit had left her tremendously needy, as if the heat that made her so sensitive wasn’t enough. She hadn’t quite dared to masturbate for fear of attracting more males to herself, but out here, there was nobody to see her. And so, widening her stance a little, shuffling her legs wider apart, she eagerly thrust a pair of fingers into her sopping cunt, her other hand diving down to rub the stiff little clit above.

And this time, she let the fantasies come. They’d do her no harm as long as she was alone. She fucked herself with two, then three fingers jammed into her desperately needy sex as she fantasized of her boss, of the fox, of the wolf that had admired her, all taking turns sliding their equally needy cocks into her. Even just picturing it was like completing an electric circuit of pure, carnal desire, and Alexandra nearly fell over as a powerful surge of pleasure shot through her.

In her mind’s eye, her fingers were a thick, virile cock. It didn’t really matter whose, out of her imaginary lovers, but he was fucking her, giving her exactly what she needed without as much as a thought of holding back. No, he’d breed her right here and now, right under this beautiful waterfall, and Alexandra found herself begging for it in hoarse whispers. Yes, breed me, breed me, breed me!

Zeke finally broke through the last bunch of thick vines that Alexandra had managed to squeeze past instead, and so, he arrived at a pool. While he was awestruck by just how stunning the entire scene looked, when he raised his gaze and saw the stark-naked cheetah moaning as she fingered herself, all the blood in his head rushed to his cock instantly and put an end to that marveling. His cock practically jumped out of his sheath with such force that it felt like it’d tear a hole through his swimming trunks.

And it wasn’t just the sight. It was the scent, too. The cheetah’s bikini bottoms, still soaked in her juices, smelled so strongly of pure, raw sex that it was affecting him, leaving him drooling at the combined assault on his senses. It was like inhaling an aphrodisiac directly, soaking into every fiber of his being, and he greedily huffed the air while watching the trembling cheetah, lost in pleasure, her clenching cunt and her jiggling breasts as she feverishly rubbed and fingered herself. Oh, he had to have her. He had to.

Alexandra heard a twig snap and in turn, snapped back to reality, where she was staring at the wolf from earlier. He was standing there, just outside the pool, admiring her naked form. The cheetah felt mortified, but she also felt angry, just about to yell at the perverted wolf for sneaking up on her like that, but then again, she was the one who had, in her heat-fueled daze, thought it perfectly acceptable to masturbate in a waterfall in a somewhat publicly accessible jungle. But she’d still yell at him, of course.

But as she thought of just what she’d throw at him along with the words, she saw the wolf slowly pull down his swimming trunks. It seemed hard to pull them over the massive bulge, and when he did, his cock sprung out, dark red and perfectly ready for breeding. Alexandra’s mouth went dry and her wet sex clenched. It was the same kind of primal reaction as a starving man coming across food. Like an oasis – or a mirage – after a long day in the desert sun.

Just once can’t hurt. Nobody gets pregnant on the first fuck in a heat, her subconscious told her. Alexandra bit her lip while Zeke made no move to approach her before she asked for it, but he did stroke his cock slowly, running his rough fingers down that length and smearing his precum over it, leaving it glistening in the little sunlight that managed to filter through the thick emerald canopy.

Alexandra swallowed hard. This was exactly the kind of situation she hadn’t wanted to get into, but now that she was, surely there’d be nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun? At least, that was what her needy pussy and traitorous womb told her.

She felt a little like a puppet held and controlled by strings of her own making that she’d handed control of to someone else entirely. Her animal self, that primal part of her brain that really just wanted to get fucked and bred.

And so, instead of yelling at the wolf and that cock that seemed to already have claimed her mind, she licked her lips and motioned for him to join her in the pool. He, of course, accepted the invitation. He climbed down into the pool with his cock bobbing with each step, making Alexandra even hungrier for it.

Somewhere in her brain, alarm bells were going off at full volume, but she really wasn’t there to hear it, not with her womb making all the best, worst decisions for her. Still, there was a faint hint of hesitation somewhere inside her until Zeke closed the distance between them and his cock ended up pressed against her belly. That hard, incredibly hot touch was the final note that silenced all doubt and handed full control to her heat.

Zeke, for his part, was just as spellbound by her heat as she was. He barely thought of anything at all except the feeling of her warm, soft body, the way her breasts squashed against his sturdy, muscular frame, and the way that she melted into his arms. He caught the cheetah in a passionate kiss, their lips mashing together, as he pushed her against the smooth, worn rock next to the waterfall.

Alexandra let out a mewl of pure lust as he did. Her legs were already parting enough, and Zeke saw that. Not to mention the even fresher scent of her heat hitting his nostrils. Zeke’s arms wrapped around her waist and then her legs, pinning her against the rock, lifting her enough that his cock was at just the right height to rub against her lust-swollen and soaked lips. That touch felt electrifying to them both, but the cheetah more so. It was that forbidden, dangerous pleasure that she had promised herself to avoid, and here she was, moaning at just the feeling of a naked cock sliding along that feminine groove.

He adjusted his angle and the tip of his cock, leaking with precum, pressed into her. Alexandra bit her lip, wiggling her hips as much as she could to tease her new, nameless lover into just taking her the way she wanted to be taken. It didn’t matter if she hadn’t wanted it before; her pussy was burning up with cocklust, and it was fully in control of all her actions, down to the needy whimpers spilling from her lips.

It was her last chance to back out, and Alexandra didn’t even consider it. Instead, she told the wolf exactly what she wanted.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, his tip teasing at her entrance. Zeke obeyed with a lustful growl, even biting the cheetah’s shoulder as his hips sealed the deal, sliding a few inches into the fertile embrace of the feline he’d only just met.

After so long spent denying herself what she needed, the feeling was ecstatic. The sensation of that firm, throbbing cock pushing into her made Alexandra’s toes curl. She had never been fucked during a heat before, not by a real cock anyway, much less a totally bare one, and now that it was happening, she was instantly hooked. It was as if her pussy melted around his shaft, perfectly conforming to its every contour, her inner muscles squeezing his cock like a very intimate hug, encouraging him to push deeper. And he did, balls deep, sliding all the way into Alexandra.

She shivered, feeling herself leaking around him. By now, both were running on pure instinct rather than any semblance of logic and reason. Zeke let out a growl and began to thrust, still holding the cheetah up against the cliffside as he rutted into her, driven by that age-old desire to inseminate, to breed, even if it wasn’t a conscious decision. He couldn’t remember any woman feeling quite so warm and wet as the cheetah did around him, and even with a clearer mind, it’d have been all but impossible to resist the sweet, passionate clenching of her pussy and the surges of pleasure it made resonate through him.

But Zeke’s arms were aching. Soon, he turned around, putting the cheetah down on the flattened edge of the pool, in a very natural position with her on her back, legs spread – she used the moment to wrap those shapely legs around him – and began to really fuck her. Not needing to strain to keep her upright, he rutted faster and harder, chasing the messy orgasmic high that would soon follow, coaxed out of him by the rippling and squeezing of the cheetah’s dripping sex.

In truth, Alexandra still knew she should stop, instincts or not. She should’ve pushed the wolf off. But she didn’t want to. Not now, not if it’d interrupt this rapturous pleasure. It was that beautiful chain reaction set off by the very first throb of the wolf’s cock inside her, only ever leading to one conclusion and requiring far more willpower to stop than to continue. Yes, she might get pregnant. She probably would. But right now, the pleasure overwhelmed everything, every last concern about consequences. So, when the lupine cock thrusting into her bucked and sprayed something warm deep into her, she shivered with excitement and anticipation.

That was the worst part of it, really. How she wanted it; her entire body was burning up from her heat, and aggravated by the wolf’s vigorous thrusting, a flame that could only be doused by his sperm. But there was no denying it, not with the euphoria surging through her body, constant little mini-orgasms wracking her form and leaving her clenching almost constantly around Zeke’s cock, already milking him for the cum that’d seal her fate.

By now, Zeke’s hips were moving like a jackhammer, his entire existence laser-focused on exactly one thing; breeding his bitch. The fact that she was a cat didn’t really matter; his most primal instincts couldn’t tell the difference, nor did he care. She was still a very fertile female, and he was currently buried balls deep inside her.

Just a few deep thrusts later, Alexandra felt her new lover tense up. His muscles seemed to ripple as his thrusts grew more erratic, sharper, more urgent. Telltale signs that he’d soon be cumming, and that cum would have nowhere to go but exactly where Alexandra knew she shouldn’t have wanted it but did anyway_._ The anticipation had her leaking like an open faucet, her whole body preparing to receive the wolf’s load.

The words came unbidden. “Breed me,” she whispered now, or maybe it was her womb speaking through her mind and overriding her conscious mind entirely.

“Y-yeah, just about to do it,” the wolf grunted in response, his voice hoarse, deep, and masculine. Not to mention practically dripping with a needy, possessive dominance.

His swollen known pushed against Alexandra’s lips, and she instinctively relaxed despite clenching like a vice only a few moments before. He pushed harder, and suddenly the cheetah was stretched wide open as the knot popped into her, ensuring that nothing could stop her impending fertilization. She felt a massive orgasm building in her loins, teetering just on the edge of absolute carnal bliss as if her body wanted him to cum first.

Zeke let out a growl. Again, he latched his jaws on the cheetah’s shoulder, biting her firmly but not so hard as to pierce her skin. She yowled in response, that final bite just at the edge of orgasm setting off something inside her. In the blink of an eye, she was cumming, and she was cumming so hard that she couldn’t breathe, every glorious contraction of her cunt squeezing the breath out of her lungs, and as nature would have it, the cum out of Zeke’s balls.

He howled – muffled by her shoulder as it was – and then Alexandra, breathless and trembling, felt his cock jump inside her, jerking as it strained against her vice-like yet silken inner walls. And then, there it was, that first fateful and yet so delicious, desirable pulse. Alexandra could’ve sworn that she, even through the raging wildfire of pleasure that had her in its grasp, felt the wolf’s urethra bulge, and that feeling was quickly followed by a series of rapid-fire shots of warmth delivered directly into her very core. A wetness spread inside her. She knew what it meant, and it sent her already intense and prolonged orgasm into overdrive.

Zeke had to grip the thrashing, moaning cheetah tight to keep her from falling off as he filled the woman he’d only met a few hours earlier with thick, potent seed right at the peak of her heat. He couldn’t do much else but grasp her and hold himself there as his cock throbbed over and over, seeding her deeply and heavily. She squirmed for a brief second longer and then fell limp, her mouth hanging open in the kind of deep and utter satisfaction that nobody who hadn’t been in heat and then bred could even describe. Her mind was utterly flooded with every feel-good chemical in her body, reinforcing that heavenly pleasure that had only just barely ebbed, reinforcing that she had done well, and so had her handsome, studly mate.

The fact that they still didn’t know each other’s names didn’t really matter, with that much more important meeting between her eggs and his sperm already well underway. Not to biology, and at that moment, not to them either.

Granted, Zeke wasn’t actually done. In a normal situation, a male might’ve been spent after the first orgasm, but with the thick scent of heat still lingering in the air and filling his nostrils with each breath, he had more to give. He could barely wait for his knot to soften enough to thrust again, and when it did, he was immediately rutting the cheetah once more, wanting to make sure that she was pregnant.

Alexandra, in those few minutes between being pumped full of cum the first time, and the wolf starting to thrust again, thought about what she had done. It felt like a bad decision, and then as her molten pussy sent another jolt of pleasure through her, it felt like a very good one instead. She couldn’t help but moan again, her legs squeezing around the wolf even more tightly, pulling him deeper into herself so that his tip would nestle just next to her cervix and push his seed against it.

Before she knew it, he had her doubled over in a mating press as he raced towards another climax, and the moment his cum was pumping into her again, she joined him in another shattering, helpless orgasm, her body not only wanting but demanding more, even feeling his seed flowing into her triggering another series of almost worshipful clenches. This time, he didn’t tie with her, satisfied enough that her womb had enough cum force-fed to it, and simply came, soaking her cervix with yet more of that precious, pearly fluid. Alexandra was floating somewhere that felt a lot like heaven, and it was at that moment that she truly understood how she should've already let this happen the very first time she had gone into heat.

That, and the fact that she would let it happen, or perhaps even invite it, from now on.

Zeke didn’t stop there, of course, not even after his second orgasm. They two kept mating, again and again, like wild rabbits entirely uncaring about the future, until the sun had set, and then some time longer. Alexandra was on all fours getting fucked like a bitch in heat. Then she was riding the wolf. Each time, they thoughtlessly, carelessly went for the most natural finish, with the wolf grunting as his cock pulsed inside her well-used and thoroughly seeded cunt, delivering another fresh, virile load of his puppy batter to soak deep into her through her relaxed, thirsty cervix. He kept doing it, until Alexandra’s pussy squelched wetly with each thrust, loose and relaxed when she wasn’t clenching in a back-arching orgasm of her own, his previous loads frothing up around his cock.

But he didn’t care much. By the fifth or so orgasm, his muscles were so sore that it was hard to keep rutting the cheetah, but he did so regardless, until the two eventually fell asleep right then and there, on the cum-soaked side of the pool, with his cock still buried hilt-deep inside the cheetah, keeping as much of his cum inside her as possible – where it could accomplish its life-creating mission – even after his knot had softened and shrank again.

By the morning, he was gone before Alexandra even woke up. As it happened, that had been Zeke’s last day on the island, and although he woke up deeply satisfied, he had a flight to catch and didn’t have time to say goodbye as he rushed away through the jungle with minutes to spare. And so, despite their night of passion, they ended up with no way to meet each other again. At least, not easily so.

Alexandra woke up a little later. She, too, felt satisfied. Entirely too satisfied. It took a moment for the memories of last night to come flooding back, and a little wiggle of her hips reminded her that she was still full of cum, though plenty of it was crusted on her thighs, and really, everywhere below her waist. Alexandra sighed, knowing full well what was likely to lead to, but still, she couldn’t really find it in herself to regret what she had done. After all, it had been a downright ecstatic experience, consequences be damned.

The fact was that with how incredibly euphoric getting fucked and creamed during her heat felt, she knew that she’d probably be doing it again. And again. Most likely it’d be against her best judgement each time, but she refused to think about it too much. After all, she still had a vacation to get through; a vacation that, thanks to her suspiciously sated heat – which she also refused to think about before she was back home – she was able to enjoy the way she wanted, mostly at the beach.

She didn’t see the wolf again during her time on the island, but it was probably just as well, for how awkward talking about how enraptured they had both been by her heat might’ve been.

Either way, it was certainly no surprise when, no matter how much she wished otherwise, Alexandra – now back home and working as before – woke up with that dreaded morning sickness a couple of months later.

She resigned herself to the fact that she was pregnant, and that she had gotten there without really intending to, just like all those friends she’d once looked down upon. So much for self-control, so much for only taking calculated risks; she’d let that damn wolf empty his balls into her so hard that he probably hadn’t needed to masturbate for a month after that encounter. Every single drop of cum, pumped directly into her defenseless – no, eager – womb, and she had been moaning in ecstasy the whole way there.

So yes, she was pregnant. And she had nobody to blame but herself as her belly began to swell. Even the wolf, really. She had invited him to fuck her despite logically knowing perfectly well where it’d inevitably lead. And he had done the thing almost any man would do in that situation and accepted her invitation.

Would she ever meet him again? Well, if he had been at the resort for the holidays this year, maybe he'd be there next year too. Alexandra could leave her baby with her parents, or at a daycare, and… then she’d visit again. Maybe he’d be happy to hear that he had knocked her up, and they’d live happily ever after, her and the nameless wolf. Or maybe he’d just breed her again – there was that wet, tingly clench again, both between her legs and in her lower belly – but would even that be so bad?

After all, if she already had a child, she might as well have two, so they could play with each other rather than always needing her. There was really no reason not to do it. It seemed like a win-win situation now that she was already about to become a mother. Either she’d find a partner in that wolf, or he’d fuck her again and put another pup into her. Or maybe that was just all the pregnancy hormones saturating Alexandra’s body, leaving her a little needier than usual.