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The whole world was caught up in the news of a wildly successful exploratory expedition to an alien planet, yielding exciting results. Not just the planet, but the entire universe. There were many discoveries that would undoubtedly advance science and medicine, but that was for the big companies to figure out. For the common folk, like Jackson, exotic treasures were the most compelling. Well, not the common man at first. In the early days, only the trillionaires were able to get their hands on things spoken of in hushed rumours. Then the billionaires, then millionaires. A month after the expedition’s success was announced, a lot of knowledge became announced publicly.

Broodfoxes.

It was the talk of the galaxy, and the hottest thing since man domesticated wolves way back on ancient Earth. They were advertised as sexual pets, which wasn’t well received at first; the idea of having sex with an animal shocked the public, but videos and ‘controlled demonstrations’ showed an uncanny intelligence in the creatures, and public opinion swayed easily once a few brave volunteers started advocating for the addicting experience.

The intricate details of the pseudo-parasitoids were insidiously left out, and wouldn’t be brought to light until much later. In those early days, the rich got richer, and the common folk unknowingly enjoyed their final days before the beginning of the isolated incidents, as the news station would call them.

Jackson was huddled up to his beautiful, white-furred vixen in an effort to keep warm. Heating was expensive in their three-room apartment, though he didn’t really need any excuse to cuddle Serrai. She was a bombshell of a woman, able to turn heads on the street with her breeder hips and send jealous glares his way for having claimed her. He wasn’t anything impressive, being some sort of lanky mutt that he had no interest in digging into the heritage of. His friends called him “the most dog of all time”.

Nevertheless, Serrai was more than happy to stick with him for three ongoing years and his sex life had never been better. They’d fucked thrice that day already, and were ready to go again after dinner. Alas, they weren’t in the right environment to raise a child, thus the use of protection was an annoying necessity. Even after all the advancements in technology and medicine, condoms were an ol’ reliable for cheap fucks. His vixen gave him the bedroom eyes, and he left her pillowy embrace to go search the drawers with a spring in his step.

Empty, empty, and empty. He tossed a hollow pack into the trash, and noticed the tied off condom balloons of earlier, still filled with his loads. The mutt didn’t boast an impressive physique, but he was more than confident in his sex game, to which his girlfriend readily agreed. His other defining factor was a big nerdy brain, which he used to rake in the cash. Soon – if one considered several years to be ‘soon’ – he and his girl would have saved enough to buy a nice, big house to finally raise a family in.

Until then, condoms.

“Babe, we don’t have any more,” he called out.

“Fuck that, I’m getting some more.”

He walked back out to see Serrai getting up and putting her shoes on. “Are you sure? It’s late, I’d rather you didn’t walk around at night,” he said uneasily. It was an extremely reasonable thing to say. They lived in a nice neighbourhood (albeit the poorer side), but what truly got him worried was the unconfirmed news and rumours spreading around the net, recently. Horrible tales of broodfoxes disobeying their owners, escaping, and breeding anything they could get their little paws on. Just a few days ago, a loose broodfox had been spotted impregnating an alley cat in their local area! It was the next suburb over, but that was enough to send chills down Jackson’s spine.

“I’ll be fine, doggy. If it worries you so much, then come with,” she added with a smirk.

If anything, Serrai was the stronger of the pair, but the masculine urge to protect one’s lady survived in the current day and would persist into the far future still. The canine grabbed his wallet, keys, and shoes as well. The urge to pay for his lady was also just as strong.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming. I’ll get you a twenty-pack darling.”

She shot him a playful look, “for the condoms you’ll use to fuck my pussy? What a gentleman.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah, I do~”

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Rather than walk two blocks to the convenience store, they cut across the park just outside their apartment complex. It was the direct route, which was obvious, and Jackson once again had to resist the urge to explain how every child learned to calculate a hypotenuse just to use it for walking places slightly faster; Serrai had looked at him like he was a silly pup the last time.

They walked, hand in hand, through the quiet park, chatting and keeping their shoulders together in the chilly night air. Lamp posts were minimal, as the great moon Carthas shone brightly down upon them, bathing the park’s natural beauty in blue-tinged serenity. They were passed by a jogger – some kind of equine – who quickly disappeared around the bend. It would be a good ten minutes to get through the park, then another ten on the way back. It would have been fifteen and fifteen, had they taken streets.

No, not quite. Jackson occupied himself with some hypotenuse math while treading the route they’d walked a hundred times. Serrai scrolled through her phone– he absently noticed stud after stud flick up the screen. He wasn’t alarmed. She was just looking at eye-candy, like she always did. He did the same with curvy ladies, and sometimes they scrolled together, showing each other and being horny, often leading to sex.

“What’s that?”

Serrai’s words brought him back to reality – the time to get to the convenience store was closer to fourteen minutes, and would require dividing a lot of tiny numbers to become more accurate – and so he stopped in his tracks, looking to where his girlfriend pointed. There was a phone on the foot path, screen down. The white-furred vixen knelt down to pick it up, and frowned when she stood.

“Broken. Who leaves their phone in the park?” she asked rhetorically.

Jackson gave a cursory look around for the owner. They were alone under the pale light of the moon, and he felt that chill down his spine again. Surely not. It probably slipped from that jogger’s pocket and they didn’t notice.

But then he saw cracked twigs, and bush off to the side with a gouge in it, like something big barged through. A soft smell in the air, an eerie stillness, the feeling of being watched. He couldn’t brush those aside as easily as he wanted to, and found himself stepping off the path to investigate.

“Stay here babe.”

“’Kay, I’ll try to get the phone working.”

He left her tapping at the cracked screen while he peered over the damaged shrub, anticipating something jumping out at him. Nothing did, but it became clear somebody came crashing through earlier; a further bush was nearly torn in half from somebody pushing through it. His passage was made easier, being the second person to travel it, so he followed his hunch, feeling more and more like the character in a horror movie wandering into the basement, never to be seen again.

Jackson would have missed them if not for the gurgle they made. Under the protective arms of a huge leafy tree, in a patch devoid of moonlight, he found the very same jogger from earlier. The equine was female, as he could very easily see her bits the moment she caught his attention. The mare was somewhat on her side and wearing most of her jogging clothes. A lot of it had been torn up, especially her pants; there was basically nothing to protect her decency, and that wasn’t the most alarming part.

The mare’s pussy lips oozed with cum, forming a puddle like she’d been fucked by no less than a dozen stallions. In horror, he moved around the check she was still alive. She was, to his great relief, though she looked completely out of it. The woman looked like Serrai when she’d been fucked silly after one of Jackson’s ‘energetic’ moods. Upon getting closer, he noticed her belly. It was round, looking a few months pregnant somehow. He didn’t recall noticing her big belly when she’d run by, and doubted someone this pregnant would go jogging at all, but he hadn’t really been paying attention. Was it all cum..?

“A-are you okay?” he asked, afraid of what he might hear.

Her eyes opened a bit more, but they didn’t turn to look at him, or even focus on anything at all. A stream of babble left her lips, “mrrn, mm.. -ore…” Her lip curled in an unmistakable twinge of pleasure. The equine suddenly twitched, causing a fresh gloop of seed to spill from her well-used pussy. Jackson watched it roll out of her, like hot custard. It steamed, too, causing a small haze where it met the chilly air.

A scream made him snap around. It was Serrai’s. As heartless as it was, Jackson abandoned the woman without hesitation; she wasn’t in danger like his vixen was. If anything, she seemed quite happy to lay there dribbling cum like a well-bred bitch. Fear and anxiety gripped his heart as he leapt over bushes, hearing the panic in her voice.

“JACKSON!! Help!”

The mutt bounded back to the path proper to find his irrational fear realised. Of all the things it could be, a broodfox had found his girlfriend and was currently wrapped around her like a predatory scarf. Unlike the foxes of Earth, this one featured patches of scales amongst its bright orange fur and big frilled ears. It also had a ridiculously long tail, which it used like a snake’s body to coil and wriggle its way around Serrai like a jungle gym. They weren’t said to be dangerous, it was well-known that they’d only run and bite when threatened.

Or chase and bite when hunting.

Barely holding it at bay, she turned to her boyfriend, “get this thing off! Before–“

The bizarrely nimble thing coiled out of her grasp, like a slippery eel in amongst the coral, then bit down into her shoulder. Serrai managed a cry of pain before she grabbed it by the neck and hurled it into the bushes. He caught her before she collapsed, knowing how fast and potent their bites supposedly were. That’s where his knowledge of the parasite became fuzzy; he hadn’t been caught up in their popularity and never looked into why people were so obsessed. He’d find out soon.

“Serrai!” he said, struggling to hold her as she grew heavy. Jackson watched the fight leave her body and the strength leave her limbs until she was completely slack.

“J-Ja.. err-“ she slurred, head lolling to the side while her eyes stayed on him.

There was no way he could carry her to safety, at least not without their attacker still there. Jackson lowered his girl and stood over her protectively, turning to see the broodfox sitting on its haunches, apparently waiting for them to finish their moment. Its long tail swished slowly above it, doubling its height and making up about two-thirds of the fox’s total length.

The broodfox was clearly male as he noticed the huge, canine cock jutting out between its legs. It was bigger than his by a large margin, being more comparable to his forearm, despite the creature being so much smaller. Its cock seemed to lurch forward and spill a fat drop of pre towards his girlfriend, vulnerable on the grassy ground. It stood and growled, challenging Jackson for his mate.

“Fuck off,” he snarled with wavering confidence, “you’ll have to go through me.”

The two males observed each other in a standoff, both poised and ready to react. He was prepared to fend it off like it was a common dog, but it wasn’t, really. The thing looked mostly like a fox, and Jackson had to remind himself it was an alien from a distant planet, capable of Dog-knows what. If it was going to come at him, venomous fangs bared, then he wouldn’t risk lashing out with his uncovered arms. With a swift and powerful kick, it would likely try and fail to bite through his shoe leather while he struck hard.

How could he have known they were capable of pouncing over a dozen meters in one leap?

Using its long tail as a springboard, the broodfox launched itself like a missile. Jackon had never been in a fight – at least any that he’d won – and definitely hadn’t been in a fight with a wild animal. The mutt instinctively recoiled and kicked, but his leg couldn’t go that high. It slammed into him, and rather than opening with a bite, it curled around him just as it had done to Serrai, who was internally screaming as she watched from the floor.

He immediately sensed the debilitating scent and whatever else the broodfox exuded, making it clear how his stronger girlfriend had been unsuccessful in defending herself. Feeling it rub all over him on its squirrely path made him unexpectedly soporific, and before he could come up with a better strategy than simply grabbing for it, it was all over; little teeth dug into his shoulder, which was only painful until he was pumped full of numbing venom. It kicked off, landing a safe distance away to wait for Jackson to come down.

The deadness in his shoulder was immediate, and spreading fast. The mutt stumbled back and pulled out his phone, knowing there were only moments before he was rendered helpless as well. He entered the number for emergency services– then it slipped betwixt his numb fingers, thudding into the grass just a moment before he did. He shifted to face his enemy on failing legs, then like Serrai, he became completely paralysed on the ground, helpless before the innocuous little broodfox.

Trying his best to growl, but managing no more than a throaty hum, he noticed the alien stand a little taller, as if it were satisfied. Whatever it wanted to do to them, it could now do so with impunity. As its namesake suggested, there was only one thing it did want. The creature approached and sniffed him a bit – Jackson wanted to reach out and strangle the damn thing, but his heart pumped blood into dead limbs – then, once it was satisfied, it paid him no more attention.

He watched its cock throb and wriggle with anticipation, moving in ways that suggested it was prehensile to an extent. It wasted no time tearing into Serrai’s pants, who could do nothing more than exhale aggressively. Scraps of cloth littered the ground around them as it undoubtedly exposed her pussy. Jackson was thankful he didn’t have an angle to see what was happening between their legs, as it would have crushed his already bleeding heart, but it was obvious; the broodfox eagerly mounted her then yipped as it thrust its massive length into its new host.

Jackson saw his girlfriend’s eyes widen in response. That was it, that was all she manage while the feral beast raped her. Every pump of its hips spurred him to try even harder, his will burning like the sun. Alas, his body simply didn’t comply. No matter how badly he urged his arms to move, the venom was absolute. To add insult to injury, he was hornier than he had even been, being only a few good strokes from coming. Although his body had shut down, there was an indescribable arousal surging down to his crotch, making his cock quickly grow erect while the rest of him couldn’t even twitch. Paralysis and aphrodisiac in one bite, to better prepare its victims, he correctly surmised.

She had it worse, since she was now being subjected to whatever foul chemicals its cock was contained. It was doing something horrible to her insides, he was sure of that. His mind wandered back to that equine, who had not been injured, despite her condition. It was a minor relief to know it wouldn’t seriously harm his girlfriend. It’s cock was massive though, how could that not hurt?

As the eyes were a doorway into the soul, he looked into Serrai’s icy blue irises and saw something curious; there was no way to pinpoint how he could tell, but Jackson saw his vixen quickly become resigned, like she’d given up. The panic left her eyes and she seemed to calm ever so slightly.

It was understandable, given the zero options at their disposal. His eyes flicked to the broodfox, still thrusting its hips like the world was about to end. The almost-fox’s bizarrely long and agile tail whipped up and down, as if it weighed nothing at all, and its expression – if Jackson compared it to regular canines – was that of unparalleled ecstasy. Like any mammal, mating was one of the best feelings in the world, and he had no doubts it intended to impregnate her. He knew this was what broodfoxes did, it was why he’d decided to accompany her.

Fat lot of good that did.

Why didn’t he call for help? Adrenaline made a fool out of anyone, it would have been so easy to just shout as loud as he could, then maybe some strangers could have chased it off. He should have been able to protect her, that was his duty as a boyfriend, yet he failed miserably. Now it was going to knock her up, fill her with its brood. Serrai would carry a clutch of eggs – he’d heard the offspring were always leathery eggs, regardless of host – instead of his pups. Unless they could figure out a way to get them out of her, or better yet, stop the alien before it completed its vile rutting. The mutt willed his arm to rise, not even managing a finger twitch under the broodfox’s potent venom, even though his pants were mockingly tented with uncontrolled arousal.

A soft gasp drew his attention back to Serrai, who seemed to have a little more control now. Not much. She was squinting a bit, her lips twitching, and a steady stream of noises left her mouth. At first he assumed it was just a result of the rough pounding shunting air from her lungs, but her eyes told a different story; her mood had shifted to something more excited. With a twist of his heart, Jackson recognised the look of his girlfriend when he made love to her.

Surely she isn’t enjoying this, he thought, but he knew that she was. Not willingly, of course. It was well known that the broodfoxes were marketed on the pleasure they provided to their ‘hosts’, promising an addictive experience to any who got their paws on one. Well, not everybody wanted that, especially those out in public, going about their days. Those blown out rumours of oncoming broodfox infestations were starting to seem a lot more legitimate.

Serrai’s gasps devolved into something far lewder as the seconds went by, and her eyes became half-lidded with pleasure. He could somewhat relate, as the broodfox’s venom had him desperate to sink his cock into something wet and tight, like his body was in the male equivalent of heat. Jackon strained every part of his body again, getting only numbness in response. Every moment he fruitlessly strained his non-responsive body, it fucked another sliver of resistance out of his girlfriend. He didn’t accept that it was hopeless to stop the alien creature from impregnating her, doing whatever it did to fill her with eggs. Jackson silently urged for her to recover from the paralysis before it was too late.

In a way, it already was.

There was no denying the vixen was thoroughly enjoying what was happening to her, and now she‘d become willing participant, in the loosest sense. Jackson kept seeing little twitches and spasms in different parts of her body: A finger lift, a leg shake, a wrinkle on the bridge of her snout. A long, guttural moan made him realise she was cumming all over the psuedo-parasitoid’s big cock.

It noticed this and expertly redoubled its efforts to hammer into her, prolonging and heightening that climax like it had done it a thousand times before. His heart twisted again when he realised that thing probably just gave her the best orgasm of her life. Even with most of her muscles locked down, it was obvious how much pleasure the vixen was in. How could he compete with a creature evolved for breeding?

The minutes dragged on as the canine was forced to watch his girl cum over and over, helpless to prevent the animal from having its way with her. He witnessed the resistance drain for her body, only to be replaced by a concerning amount of eagerness. Those far-fetched news reports played through his mind, reminding him of how hosts for the broodfoxes more often than not became addicted to the act, often returning for more. His straining finally yielded results, in form of a few fingers flexing amid the grass. The progress was too little, too late, for Serrai’s body was constantly being wracked with wave after wave of corrupting pleasure.

For all his efforts, he was unable to save his vixen from her fate; the broodfox drove itself deep into her with a wet pop, reminding Jackson of all the times he’d knotted his girlfriend, but louder. It emitted strange growling noises as it lay on her white-furred belly, and then her whole form shivered in uncontrollable delight. What was happening within his girlfriend’s pussy remained a mystery he was hesitant to uncover, though the results were clear as day; a longer moan escaped her lungs – not one restricted by the venom this time, but a proper, genuine moan of unparalleled ecstasy – and he watched in horror as his girlfriend fully succumbed to the mind-breaking pleasure, using what little motor control she’d regained to dig her claws into the grass, just like when she’d scrunch up their bedsheets when he came inside her.

Jackson had had the power to close his eyelids for a while, but he kept them open in the same way one feels compelled to watch a car crash; Serrai’s abdomen bulged, subsequently lifting the little broodfox slightly. There was no question about it, she was being filled with its thick cum. She looked a couple months pregnant, and just like the mare in the nearby bushes, she didn’t seem to mind one bit. The vixen made no indication she was concerned whatsoever and stretched languidly, as if an alien breeding monster hadn’t just inseminated her.

Unlike other beasts of nature, where the male would quickly remove itself as to not be caught in such a vulnerable position, this one remained blissfully relaxed atop her. Whether it was still doing something inside her with its alien cock or simply enjoying the afterglow, he didn’t know.

Jackson grunted as he willed his arm to lift, only managing clench a fist. His noise made the broodfox finally look at him. It acted casually, knowing he still posed no threat to it. It even looked like it was smiling at him.

It pushed off with its paws and popped out, creating an audible schlorp as its huge cock finally left her used tunnel, firmly reminding Jackson of how much alien dick had been in his girl. It skittered in a circle to sniff between her legs, inspecting its fine work, and then, with its job well done, the broodfox bounded off into the moonlight-dappled park, no doubt in search of more hosts.

He made a throaty groan and searched Serrai’s eyes for comfort, offering his own in return. What had happened to them was terrible, which made it all the more important that he was strong for her. The white-furred vixen looked at him, but there was barely recognition, let alone comfort. Her blue irises were glazed and unfocused, giving Jackson the impression she was currently no more than a well-fucked bitch. There wasn’t any regret or remorse on her face, just pleasure and – despite how much he wanted to deny it – a longing for more.

They lay there for an hour, allowing the burn of betrayal to simmer in the mutt’s heart. She hadn’t truly wanted it, right? Surely it was entirely the aphrodisiac venom making her act that way, nothing more.

Nobody came to rescue them. It was late at night, but he had expected someone to stumble across them. Or, worryingly, they’d fallen victim just like them and that female horse, turning the park into a breeding den for that one broodfox.

On the second hour, Jackson was able to drag himself over to Serrai, confident that she’d want his company. The scent of arousal was intense near her, and made him hornier than he already was, compelling him to grind against the vixen’s leg. She squirmed against him, still being similarly horny, and then flashlights lit them up.

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Law enforcement rescued them after sightings of the broodfox had been reported, and later confirmed multiple victims that night – even one of their own female police officers got impregnated when she got isolated during their sweep. They were given anti-paralysis treatment and offered an escort to a hospital. Instead, Serrai insisted they couldn’t afford treatment, since it would delay their plans to buy a home. Jackson regretfully agreed and they returned home to clean up and sleep.

The snowy vixen was never the same after that day; she resisted any and all efforts to prevent the broodfox’s eggs from growing inside her, eventually convincing him to let her birth the little bastards and sell them for a ridiculously high price. The following months were especially weird, as Serrai seemed hornier than even, but not for him. They had sex a few times, and even did so without protection, since she was already pregnant, but it was like she wasn’t really into it anymore.

She’d been ruined though. No matter how many affirmations she gave, actions spoke louder than words, and he knew in his gut that he didn’t compare to that night in the park. The pain of betrayal never left, only faded as Serrai’s belly grew and grew, eventually reaching the point he could see the distinctive egg lumps.

They went to a hospital only a few months later, the fast gestation coming as an odd – though not unwelcome – surprise to them both. Jackson remained in the waiting room, not wanting to be reminded of that damned broodfox, let alone see its offspring being birthed. He ended up being reminded anyway, when his girlfriend’s wanton moans filled the entire floor with every leathery egg to come out of her. Knowing the meagre act of laying its eggs bring her more pleasure than he could was yet another dagger in the heart.

There were four in total, which the mutt briefly got to see before they were stored in incubation containers and handed over to some disgruntled dealers; the price of broodfox eggs had gone down drastically in the short time Serrai was pregnant, given how many incidents had occurred lately, but Jackson fought tooth and nail to make them fork out the originally agreed upon – and quite exorbitant – price when they’d made arrangements after her ultrasound.

With his beautiful vixen finally not pregnant and enough money to not just buy a house, but a lavish one, things were looking good again. Serrai’s breasts had grown even bigger and her hips a little wider, which he thoroughly enjoyed. In the few weeks before moving day, while they still remained in that tiny apartment, Jackson wanted to put a baby in her.

For reasons unknown to him, she went back to insisting on a condom, throwing out one excuse after another, making it seem like the stars had to align before she was ready. The increasingly odd behaviour became too much when she took up jogging and refused to let him go with her.

“I’m gonna get all hot and sweaty, you don’t want to see that–“

“Don’t I?”

She gave him a sly grin, “okay, maybe you do. But I don’t want you to.”

“Alright, but… really? Y’know, after what happened?”

“Relaaax Jack, broodfox sightings may have gone up but so has security,” she scoffed with a wave of her hand, “they’ve got whole animal control teams dedicated to just catching those things.”

Things had gotten out of hand in the land few months, like a pandemic that cunningly evaded containment. The canine rubbed his neck, unsure. She pressed into him, squishing her large tits into his chest– he loved it when she did that. “I follow the local enforcement on social media, they say the neighbourhood has never been safer.”

She quickly gave him a hug, and his eyes narrowed. “Alright sweety,” he choked out.

“Awesome, I’ll be back in an hour or two,” she yipped, turning and striding out of their apartment. “Or three,” Serrai quickly added.

Jackson sighed as the door closed behind her. It was too unusual, and that old feeling of betrayal was making an unwelcome return. He hesitated for a minute before grabbing his keys and following her out, trailing his girlfriend into the park.

It was the middle of the day, and the park was packed with people. He felt rather silly for stalking his girlfriend, but continued on regardless. She jogged for a while, heavy breasts bouncing up and down, then stopped to catch her breath at the very same spot she’d been bred by the broodfox. He hadn’t expected her to act suspicious, but there she was, waiting and glancing for everyone walking by to leave her sight, unaware of her observing boyfriend. She surreptitiously dashed into the bushes, and Jackson sprung from his hiding place to follow.

He didn’t know how she knew where to go, or how she knew it would be there, but he crept through the bushes to find Serrai standing – no, trembling – in the shade of a tree with a broodfox watching from the branches. She wasn’t standing for long; the white-furred vixen stripped naked and got on her knees, presenting herself for the fox-like alien.

The sight was beyond anything he could imagine. She was betraying him willingly, confirming his deepest fears. There was no denying it anymore, that singular night had taken her from him. She belonged to the broodfox now.

It hopped down from its perch and delivered a quick bite to her rump, then mounted his girlfriend without ceremony. She slumped forward a moment later, breasts squishing into the grass with her bare pussy glistening for its monstrous canid cock. No words were exchanged, it simply wormed its tip to her entrance then began to rut, filling her with the real cock she’d been craving for all those months.

Pain gripped his heart, but something else, too. Jackson was transfixed, and moved closer for a better view of their coupling. Doing so attracted the broodfox’s gaze, and it looked in his direction. Without ceasing its swinging hips, the creature seemed to smile in his direction before turning its attention back to Serrai.

Somehow, he knew it was the same one.

As if under a spell, Jackson stood out of the bushes and got hit with a wave of pheromones, near-instantly making him erect. That’s when he noticed the others, scattered around the tree that seemed to be its den.

A feline leaned against the tree with her police uniform folded in a neat square to the side, having mostly recovered from her paralysis and now watching the new display unfold with enthusiasm. She looked to Jackson as he emerged, giving him a knowing smirk before going back to masturbating. Her fingers were slick with goopy semen, and her gaped slit seemed to be an endless source of more, given the bulge in her abdomen.

An equine in ripped jogging gear lay on her side, idly rubbing at her clit as a stream of pearlescent fluid dribbled out. It took Jackson a moment to recognise her as the mare from that same night, returned for another litter just like his own vixen. With the aphrodisiac venom lingering in her system, she rubbed herself from one orgasm into another, savouring the feeling of a fulfilled addiction.

A dark-chocolate furred bat lay on their back, comatose and with a happy grin plastered across their face. They were male in appearance, yet they possessed a cum-filled pussy just like the others. Being the freshest of the broodfox’s conquests, they leaked wet globs of seed that joined a growing puddle between their parted legs.

These girls – bat with a pussy, included – were addicted, just like he’d heard about on the net. Those who became hosts for the broodfoxes, willing or not, were known to come back for more, and frequently convinced their friends to join them, like a word-of-mouth virus on top of the pseudo-parasitoids themselves. He was watching it unfold before him, his own girlfriend having succumbed like so many others. His eyes met with Serrai’s and she looked so happy, showing not even an ounce of turmoil for having been caught in the act. Even as the burn of betrayal raged anew within him, he pulled out his erect length and stroked in time with the fox’s rapid thrusts. Even as it worked to put another clutch in her womb, he knew she loved him, and he loved her. They’d live together and raise a family – hopefully after this next batch of eggs – in comfort. He begrudgingly came to terms with Serrai’s obvious preference for the broodfox’s cock, and he had to admit, it was pretty damn hot to watch.

Little did Jackson know that this was just one of thousands of incidents happening all over the galaxy, wherever the pleasurable infestation had been spread. Their strange, parasitic species had been limited to their original planet, but scientific intervention gave the isolated broodfoxes a way to spread amongst the stars. The naïve populace never anticipated them to be so prolific with the vast range of lifeforms in the galaxy, yet they seemed to be able to impregnate just about anything on the planets they were brought to, and did so with shocking efficiency. Once one got out, that was the beginning of the end for that planet, as the native fauna – and the occasional citizen – provided ample opportunity for hosts. When the first wave of eggs – such as Serrai’s litter – matured into identical broodfox clones, those isolated incidents would explode into the millions, and civilisation would never be rid of their bizarrely enjoyable infestation.