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Neon Night

Catherine slammed her palm down on the alarm clock – the otter preferred the bulky old ones that nobody else used anymore for expressly that purpose – and then rolled over to her girlfriend’s side of the bed. She lazily cuddled up to Mya, hands clumsily slipping all over her body before she found a comfortable spot to rest them on the other woman’s breasts. A bit of a stereotypical choice, perhaps, but it wasn’t as if Mya was any more hesitant about groping hers in turn at every chance she had. When she wasn’t nearly asleep, anyway.

“Nnfhg. Good morning, I guess,” Mya groaned, clearly not wanting to be woken up. Yesterday had been exhausting. They had wanted Friday off, what with it being their anniversary and everything, both had worked doubles so that they could have Friday off, since it was their anniversary.

“Gooood morning,” Catherine emphasized in that sing-song voice that she used when being silly with Mya. And then, she pinched the other otter’s nipples. “Remember what day it is?”

Mya squirmed, letting out an annoyed squeak. “It’s our anniversary, silly, but can’t we at least have coffee first?” she groaned. “Or you know, sleep all day. We’re going to the club later, aren’t we?”

“It’s our fifth anniversary!” Catherine beamed. She reached down to tickle Mya’s belly, and she squirmed so much that she almost fell out of bed.

“Stooop, I need my coffeee,” she whined. “Coffee before cuddles.”

“But it’s our anniversary,” Catherine giggled. “Besides, I’m not too sure about the club.”

That finally woke Mya up properly. She sat up with a groan, extricating herself from Catherine’s arms. “Why would we skip it? They’re doing Neon Night and everything.”

Neon Night was a special event the club held every few months. Everyone had fluorescent paint that they could dip their hands into, and patrons were in turn encouraged to get touchy with each other. The club was only illuminated with blacklights for the entire duration, meaning that where everyone, typically scantily clad or even stripping naked, got touched was very visible, and the more paint someone had on them, the more they’d been getting groped. Each smear and handprint was meant to be worn like a badge of honor.

Normally, the club didn’t allow that kind of behavior, but Neon Night was an exception, and it was where Catherine and Mya had first met, when the latter had grabbed the former’s tits in the club and left them smeared in hot pink handprints. One thing led to another when Catherine didn't protest about another woman groping her, and by the end of the night both of their pussies had been thoroughly covered in paint too.

“We’re in heat, aren’t we? I know it’s kinda bad timing but it’s not like it’s a lesbian club,” Catherine explained.

“Yeah, but I mean, it’s not like the dudes are allowed to rape us, and we’re not into them,” Mya chuckled. “So, what’s the risk? Are you suddenly afraid of a little bit of touching?”

While it was true that both of them were lesbians, Catherine was a little older than her partner. She had gone through some terrible heats, and her animal biology had an undeniable tendency to not care much about what her conscious mind preferred. When deep in heat, attractions tended to shift. After all, you needed a man to get pregnant, and while that thought was deeply distasteful to the otter when she was fully lucid, a bad enough heat was like a haze that made it very difficult to keep feeling that way.

She had definitely been there before. It wasn’t something she had really about with Mya, the gold star lesbian, about, but the last time she had a very bad heat, at the very tail end of her teenage years, she had been perilously close to letting it happen. She had ended up with a boy her own age at a house party, and with her thoughts addled by her heat, she hadn’t been able to rebuff his advances. It hadn’t even been like him taking advantage of her, more like her body playing along while her mind was distracted.

In just a few hours, after everyone else had left the pool and gone back inside, he had gotten her clothes off and they’d been naked together. She could still remember how his hard cock had felt when he had guided her hand to it, and even more clearly than that, she recalled how badly she had wanted it. Well, her body had. Her mind had still thought it was disgusting, but her heat-struck body – her soaking wet pussy – had absolutely wanted it.

She hadn’t even told him no. Neither of them had brought any condoms. That gross cock would have ended up inside her unprotected. It would've happened but then they were interrupted by the host coming out with drinks. It had been embarrassing enough to kill his erection, and more importantly, it had given her a moment of clarity to get the hell out of there.

It had only been that close once, but Catherine knew it could happen again. It could probably happen to Mya too, even if it hadn’t yet. No woman was truly immune to the ravages of a serious heat, she thought. And she was feeling it today. Rather than her usual disgust, she was feeling aroused by the idea, only not for herself. She was aroused by the idea of Mia being pregnant. And that required a male to be involved.

“Just feels a little too risky to me,” she sighed. Or was it? Suddenly her mind was reeling, two conflicting desires clashing inside her.

Mya insisted, of course. She had been looking forward to their anniversary Neon Night for half a year, and she wasn’t taking no for an answer, and eventually, to not totally ruin the day for them both, Catherine had no choice but to relent. But Mya’s insistence was additional fuel for the worse side of her conflicting desires.

“We’ll just take birth control before then,” Mya smiled. “Won’t get pregnant even in case of an accident.”

A terrible idea dawned on Catherine. If Mya was so insistent on taking stupid risks like this, maybe she deserved a little extra challenge. She could switch out the other otter’s pills for fertility enhancers, readily available at every drug store. She had a few from one night when she had been feeling it strongly – briefly considering being with a male – though she’d never ended up using any, or for that matter meeting a man at all.

Terrible idea. But Mya had always been irresponsible. Maybe, just maybe, having a baby put in her belly would calm her down and force her to stop being so impulsive about everything.

Later that day, they were both feeling their respective heats. They hadn’t always been perfectly synchronized, but after five years of living together, they certainly were now. A heat when you were at home and had a partner to take care of you – especially one who couldn’t accidentally or intentionally fertilize you – was ultimately harmless, even enjoyable. They had enjoyed plenty together over the years, though neither had ever gone outside while in heat during their relationship.

Mya didn’t seem worried, of course. She was a lesbian, she reminded Catherine, tried and true, never having been attracted to men and unaware of what being in deep heat around them could do regardless. Catherine had her doubts, although she reasoned that it was possible that she herself was simply more bisexual than she wanted to admit. If someone of a particular orientation switched when drunk enough, what’d that really say about them? Was it just the alcohol talking, or did imply a deeper bisexuality?

She certainly hoped that it was the former, because it felt like heat worked much the same. It lowered her inhibitions, broadened her attractions against her will, and almost universally led to bad choices, should such choices be available. And they would be. The club was very mixed in gender, just about equal amounts of men and women – and those in between – of all orientations. She wondered if Mya would end up making a bad choice. But then again, she did want kids; she just didn’t want to get pregnant herself.

She banished the thought from her mind. If she was worrying the whole night, their anniversary would be a disaster. She’d still let loose, just not so much that she couldn’t also be careful.

As the sun set, the otters began to get dressed for the occasion. Originally, Mya’s style had leaned much more towards pink and bubblegum, but over time, just like their heats, their tastes had more or less become synchronized. Catherine liked dressing in very revealing ways; fishnet, pasties, skirts so short that her panties were plainly visible, or shorts that left her cheeks quite visible. After all, it was Neon Night; part of the charm was showing as much fur as possible to let it be “painted” by the other guests.

Briefly, Catherine, looking at a fresh pair of nipple pasties that she really wanted to pair with her favorite fishnet top, wondered if she should dress a little more conservatively. Just in case her heat got really bad. Or if she met one of those extremely rare men who knew just how to take advantage of it. Or both.

But fuck it, she was going to go all out. It was their damned anniversary and the worries would have to wait, she couldn’t always be a responsible otter. If she wanted to be responsible, she could’ve just stayed inside and worked all day like she usually did, preferably with a beer in hand. Going to the club at all was a bad idea, so she figured she might as well play into it and fully enjoy the night. A pair of stockings, a loose shoulder jacket that wouldn’t even get close to covering her shapely breasts, and a pair of overly tight and very shredded jean shorts completed her outfit.

She couldn’t deny that the getup certainly made her feel sexy and wanting to be seen. By women, of course… though at the same time, even if she had no plans on playing with any men, their gazes of lust and desire were still a little bit of a naughty ego boost.

Mya went with her usual style. Studded belt on her shorts. Long black stockings. But she decided to be even more daring than Catherine, opting with little more than a belt to cover her breasts. Catherine had to admit that it was a stunning look; she could barely take her eyes off her partner, wanting to tear that belt off and enjoy the perky nipples hidden underneath. She wanted to grind against her, to taste her – all the usual urges that came with being in heat – but that’d have to wait until after the party.

She wondered just how covered in paint Mya would end up. There was no jealousy to it, though. She liked sharing, at least with other women. The idea that someone else got their mouth or hands on Mya’s most intimate parts excited her, left her a little damp and tingly.

Of course, they’d get male admirers too. They just had to be fended off, but during a Neon Night, nobody could really be blamed for a touch or two, as long as they accepted rejection. After all, that was the whole point of the event. Yet, at the same time, if Mya actually took it just a little too far… the thrilling thought resonated from her damp pussy and throughout her whole body. Did she actually want Mya to get knocked up?

An image of herself wrapping her painted hands around a thick cock flashed through Catherine’s mind. How would that feel? No, she suppressed the thought. It was just her usual heat-addled mind, not really herself in that fantasy, stroking some male’s dangerous and unpleasant cock, leaving it smeared with paint before…

“-hey, Cat? Just about ready there, or too busy thinking about my tits?” Mya asked, tapping her on the shoulder and snapping her out of that moment of errant fantasies.

It was in that moment, seeing how eagerly Mya was tempting fate, that she made her equally fateful choice. Their birth control pills were the type you took just before anything happened, their effects almost instantaneous. A little sleight of hand was all she needed. She took two pills out for herself placed them on the sink to keep them separate, inconspicuously turning around as if to stretch as she grabbed two fertility pills that she then handed to Mya.

“…yeah, I’m ready,” she replied, giving herself a final spritz of her favorite fruity-smelling perfume, just festive enough for a wild night of colors. “Let’s just take our pills first. Just in case.”

She stealthily grabbed a dose of the fertility enhancers, languishing at the back of the medicine cabinet, and handed them to Mia. Her pussy clenched so hard she almost stumbled at the sheer naughtiness of what she was doing. Then, she reached into the actual bottle and took out two pills for herself.

Together, the otters swallowed their respective doses.

A quick cab ride later – as neither of the two figured they’d be in any shape to drive at the end of the night – they arrived at the club. The music was booming, clearly audible even outside of the building itself, and that set the vibe for the night. Unbridled, but ultimately consensual hedonism.

As two fairly attractive women, appropriately dressed, the overly muscular bouncer waved them in without hesitation while a long line of less impressive men groaned over the unfairness of it all. It made sense for the club; attractive women brought more traffic than average men. Not that they didn’t wave in some men too, such as a handsome dark grey wolf, sharply dressed in a slacks and a blazer-shirt combo that remained suggestively unbuttoned to show off his muscular chest. It was, after all, a matter of balancing the scales between all possible parties.

A pair of lesbians, though, were always welcome, even if only as eye candy for the rest. If they competed for other women, the men would still approve, as opposed to being in competition with other men.

Inside the club, the music was deafening, as it always was during Neon Night. Patrons had to basically yell at each other to be heard. It was, they said, to encourage other forms of communication, namely touching. As usual, the crowd was split just about half and half between men and women, and people had already gotten started before Catherine and Mya arrived. There were quite a few public displays going on of people grinding against each other. At least one couple seemed to be not-so-subtly fucking in a corner, given the sharp motions of their hips. Tits and asses were already smeared with paint, and though Catherine didn’t look at the men much, she imagined they looked much the same.

She suddenly had a foreboding feeling. Her heat was just about hitting its peak, and soon, she had a drink in hand as she and Mya made their way to the dancefloor. Everything felt so sensual; the music vibrating through her body was enough to make her belly tingle with excitement. This was exactly how it had felt that one night at the pool, the sensation of her thoughts blurring with excitement while her senses grew that much more acute. Soon, she’d start having lapses in judgment. But she was on birth control, now. There was no real risk, which calmed her restless mind a little.

Mya, on the other hand, was having a bad heat just like Catherine, made worse by the pills that she'd been given. Only she didn’t know what signs to look out for. Oh, she had been through plenty of heats, but this time, in early spring, was already worse than it ever had been. She felt strange, like something about the world was different tonight, rather than herself being different. But there was no real risk, she thought. She, just like Catherine, hadn’t originally had any plans of getting fucked, but right now, the thought felt different than it ever had before.

It wasn’t long before they started to garner attention. As both quickly lost themselves in the music and the night continued, soon someone sneakily ran their hand over Catherine’s half-bared ass. She couldn’t tell their gender, and just wiggled happily at the compliment. The fact was that she didn’t really mind whose attention she got. The vibe was good, and a compliment was a compliment, or at least it very much felt like that with both heat and alcohol in her system.

She saw a spotty cat sneak up behind Mya, and quickly grab one of her breasts, leaving a cyan handprint on it. Mya giggled. Not long after, she felt someone paw at her own breasts through the fishnet, this one leaving a plain pink handprint.

The night was off to a great start already, and she was getting aroused by all the attention, as well as her heat. Mya, even more so; with the fertility boosters, her heat, and the alcohol she was imbibing mingling in her system, she was all but lost in her own happy world, where only music and warm, pleasant excitement existed. It wasn’t long at all before she had quite a few more streaks of paint on her from both male and female patrons; prints on her breasts and one on her thigh, a few on her waist and even a lip-print from a particularly curvy snow leopard on her cheek.

She had attracted a crowd, though. All wolves, and one decided that he wanted to see more, dancing up to the otter and suddenly yanking her nipple-covering belt down. She let out an unheard little squeak as her breasts bounced free, but she didn’t mind; soon after, a fox whose gender she couldn’t even tell bravely kissed her right on the nipple, leaving paint there too – and on their lips in turn.

Wow, she’s really letting loose, Catherine thought. Mya was like that, though. She loved to live in the moment, and that was true tonight more than ever as she bounced to the music, letting her naked breasts jiggle for everyone to see.

That, of course, quickly drew more attention from the wolves, who had originally only planned to tease the seemingly lesbian mustelid. She didn’t seem to mind, they reasoned, that they were plainly staring at her bouncing curves, and so the wolves took their shot, as males often did. One met her in the dance again, moving between Catherine and her, and brazenly grabbed her breasts. Another approached her from behind.

Catherine found herself growing curious. Normally, Mya wound never have tolerated that, but perhaps the combined effects of everything had left her in a more receptive state. Maybe she would end up with a pup in her belly tonight.

When Mya didn’t actively rebuff the one fondling her now naked breasts, another one slipped a hand down the front of her shorts. Her head swam as she felt a man’s hand on her warm pubic mound, something she had never felt before, much less wanted to. It was rougher than a woman’s touch, but warmer and more demanding.

Catherine stared at her as they kept dancing. Surely Mya couldn’t want what was happening, but she made absolutely no attempt to tell the wolves off. Suddenly, Catherine’s knees felt weak. Her mouth felt dry as she watched those painted male fingers leaving stripes of fluorescent paint all over her partner’s body. She felt a little disgusted, and yet… that disgust was faint, accompanied by a much more present arousal at the wrongness of it all. Knowing what she had done, the risk was suddenly so much more real.

Mya moaned – though Catherine couldn’t hear her over the music, only seeing her mouth move – as the wolf deftly undid her belt with one hand and slid the other deeper into her shorts. She felt those rough, strong fingers cupping her sex, feeling just how wet she was. Wait, she was wet? Why?

She couldn’t make heads or tails of it. And yet, she shuddered as a pang of unwanted pleasure shot through her when the wolf found her clit. Another one was squeezing her ass greedily, while a third rubbed her naked breasts.

Catherine found herself almost paralyzed. She had stopped dancing, and instead just swayed along to the music as she saw Mya surrender to the kind of thing that she’d only ever spoken of in negative terms. Would it really happen like this? Was she going to just surrender, with her body at peak fertility?

Suddenly she felt worried. As much as she wanted to see Mya pregnant, she had to interrupt things before they had a chance to get worse. Catherine could already see the wolves getting hard as they groped and caressed her partner’s body, their pants bulging with excitement. Well, they’d end up disappointed, because no matter how deep in heat, Mya would never let them put those cocks where they wanted to put them. Or would she?

If she did, then they could both finally be mothers. In her younger years, Catherine had never really thought about it, but it’d be nice to finally settle down with Mya. Maybe stop partying so much and truly become boring adults, simply living together and enjoying each other’s company.

Mya still made no attempt as one of them dared to push her shorts off her hips, letting them fall around her ankles and leaving the otter fully naked bar for her stockings. It wasn’t until now that Catherine could see just how wet her partner was. Dripping wet. Strands of arousal dangled from her lips and her thighs were matted, and the wolf rubbing her lesbian cunt spread those lips open to allow more of her lust to dribble out and onto fingers that it was never meant for.

And then the wolf touching her pussy pulled his own pants down. Catherine gasped as his cock sprung out, rock hard, bobbing early against her hip. Panic pierced through the otter’s mind and just as she was about to take a step to finally interrupt what was about to happen, a pair of strong arms locked around her own waist, smearing her with glowing green paint. A unmistakably male. The dark grey wolf who had followed them into the club earlier had finally found the otters, and seeing one of them about to get bred by others, he staked his claim on the second. His name was Kris, and he truly had no idea that the otters were lesbians. After all, what kind of lesbian was okay with watching her partner get used by an entire group of men? And so, he pressed his firm bulge against Catherine’s ass.

Normally, in almost any other situation in her day-to-day life, she would’ve hated that. She would’ve told him to fuck off. But something was different today; she was beyond deep in heat, and a little tipsy on top of that, so none of those reactions happened. And upon feeling the wolf’s cock press against her, something inside of her snapped. After all, there were no consequences. It wasn’t as if she was the one who had taken fertility enhancers instead of birth control, even if it felt that way. And so, she leaned back against the wolf and didn’t resist, even flirting back, which a more sober Catherine would’ve been horrified by.

“I’m a lesbian,” she told him, voice barely audible over the music. And yet her ass pressed back against his bulge.

“Mm-hm, and so’s your girlfriend, right? Looks like you want her to get knocked up,” Kris growled back, mouth close to her ear.

He grabbed Catherine’s chin, turning her head back towards Mya and the group. She was moaning out loud now as they all greedily partook of her body, and if anything, she was playing along rather than just letting things happen. Her stance widened to give all those groping male hands better access to her pussy, already far beyond anything she had done before. There was no mistaking it; she was actually going to let them fuck her, and the thought made Catherine so, so dripping wet, especially knowing what the consequences would be.

“You know, I can smell that you’re both in heat,” the wolf added with another thrust. “Pair of lesbians finally ready to become mothers, aren’t you?”

“She might be,” Catherine huffed. “I’m on the pill.”

“Sure you are, I can smell you too,” the wolf growled, but it gave him some mental pause. The otter might not actually know, with her nose having grown too used to her own scent, the scent that was currently broadcasting how fertile she was to the whole club.

And at the same time, Catherine was equally sure that this wolf was mistaken. She had taken her pills. Maybe he was smelling Mya instead and mixing them up.

“Maybe you just can’t tell,” she taunted Kris.

His grip on her waist tightened. “If you’re so sure about it, no harm in letting me fuck you.”

“I’m a lesbian,” she repeated, though she didn’t sound convinced even to herself.

“I’m going to slide my hand into those slutty little shorts,” Kris replied. “And see if your pussy agrees with you on that.”

Catherine shuddered. She knew that this would’ve probably been a good time to break things off, but she had nothing to lose. It was a chance to either get a pleasurable and harmless rutting and discover something about herself, or to prove that her pussy was just as lesbian as she was. The logic was, of course, terribly flawed, but the haze of heat prevented her from setting it that way.

“Fine,” she groaned as the wolf unbuttoned her shorts.

“And if I prove that wet little pussy of yours is much straighter than you are, then I’m going to fill you with cum and get that belly swelling,” Kris growled.

His hand pushed down into her shorts, discovering a predictably slippery wet pussy the moment his meaty fingers touched her lips.

“Feels pretty straight to me,” he rumbled.

Next to them, Mya felt someone’s cock slip between her legs. It jerked upwards to touch her lips, the touch so sexy and yet so forbidden given how she thought of herself. And Mya made her choice.

“Looks like your girlfriend’s pussy is pretty straight too,” Kris laughed cruelly, once again forcing the otter to look at unfolding show as the group of wolves guided Mya to lean forward while one, the most dominant of them, positioned himself just behind her. “Now let’s see what your pussy is.”

His fingers quickly found her clit, and of course, she reacted in a very “straight” way to the wolf’s touch. She clenched against him, because of course she would; it was pure physical stimuli, and she was primed to make her biology easily surrender to pleasure.

Kris grew bolder, greedily sliding a finger into her, and she clenched again, squeezing around that thick digit just as if it were a woman’s, in plain sight of everyone else on the dancefloor, in plain sight of her girlfriend. Briefly, Catherine wondered if he might be right. Certainly, she had been close to getting mated once, and she found herself wanting it right now.

Oh, it’s just the fading heat, she told herself. And physical stimulation.

Kris thrust his fingers deeper, and with his other arm, guided the near paralyzed otter’s hips to once again sway to the beat of the music. And each little motion made her so much more aware of that finger inside her, feeling like it was touching her pleasure centers directly. It quickly left her even wetter, her not-so-lesbian pussy eagerly thanking the wolf for his affectations by soaking his hand.

“You’d get hard if a man stroked your cock too,” Catherine managed to squeeze out.

“Maybe,” Kris admitted. “But I wouldn’t be enjoying it this much. Like your girlfriend over there.”

Catherine raised her gaze just in time to see one of the wolves thrust his hips, and Mya’s face in turn melt into a mask of pleasure, a visible but not audible moan escaping her lips as she took her first ever real cock, and did so unprotected while at the peak of her heat. The sight of it felt surreal, and yet so incredibly hot. She had never seen Mya in that state of dissolute ecstasy before, not even when they were having sex. Maybe she had gone overboard with the fertility pills, but at the same time, the contrast between her slender, curvy form and the panting, burly shape of a male behind her was impossible to ignore.

Maybe they were both bisexual, Catherine thought. Maybe sexuality was just malleable depending on the circumstances. She both wanted and didn’t want to see Mya get bred.

Maybe it was time to just let it happen.

“I’m not going to fuck you unless you ask me to,” Kris rumbled, though his fingers certainly kept pumping into her dripping sex. “I want to hear your cute lesbian mouth beg me to stuff your horny lesbian pussy.”

Catherine wasn’t there quite yet, but she knew that she would be, just like that one night by the pool. Eventually, being so insistently – and expertly – rubbed would overcome her hesitation, and then she, too, would take her first cock ever.

Mya seemed to be loving it. By now, she was being rocked back and forth by one of the wolves. All of them had their cocks out, stroking themselves around her. In a way, Catherine realized, cocks were beautiful. Maybe she was more afraid of them and what they could do rather than disgusted. But the shapes weren’t so unpleasant, with the tapered shafts and the swelling knots at the bottom. To keep all that cum inside and ensure Mya’s pregnancy. And hers, if she wasn’t protected.

She was protected, right? She had taken the pills. But she felt like she was in raw, needy heat still. There was nothing else that could leave her like this, letting a male finger her and have her consider letting him actually fuck her.

Catherine moaned as Kris firmly thumbed her clit, and a split second later, he had her shorts pulled all the way off, leaving her paint-covered bottom half completely naked. Being exposed like that made Catherine feel so deliciously naughty. It made her want to sway her hips to really let everyone see her.

She heard the faint telltale sound of a zipper being opened, and then the wolf bent his knees to slide his cock between her legs. The length of it rubbed up against her slippery lips, and as she glanced down, she could see the tip peeking out just underneath her pussy. He thrust, grunted, and a little squirt of precum erupted from the tip.

Catherine looked once more at Mya and her multiple lovers, just in time to see the “alpha” visibly contort and suddenly grow almost perfectly still after one final thrust, fingers digging into her girlfriend’s hips. Was he trying to hold back- no. Catherine’s heart skipped a beat as she realized what was happening. Although she had never really paid any attention to how men came, she knew enough about biology to figure it out anyway. Mya was being seeded, willingly letting the wolf drain those heavy balls into her extremely fertile womb, thinking she was safe.

Catherine nearly came on the spot. How would it feel? It looked heavenly, no matter how much her more rational self disliked the act. Or did it? The otter couldn’t even tell anymore. But she wanted to feel exactly what Mya was feeling. Did that mean she was bisexual? Fuck it. Catherine didn’t care, not with how good the wolf’s shaft felt rubbing up against her.

“Fine,” she finally replied, her willpower finally running out. Her body felt like it was burning up, protection be damned, and in that moment her suitor seemed as attractive as any woman, her perceptions warped by the subconscious knowledge that he could easily end her heat. “Fuck me.”

“Not quite begging, but I’ll take it,” Kris growled, and she could just about hear his lecherous, wolfish grin. “If only so I can be the first man to give your pussy what it really needs.”

“D-do you have to phrase it like-” Catherine snarled back at him, only to have her breath taken away as the wolf immediately thrust into her, his thick cock effortlessly impaling her.

The sheer implications of what she was doing crashed over her. She had a cock inside her, a very male cock, and he wasn’t even wearing a condom. But it felt so fucking good to flex her inner muscles around it and really let herself savor the feeling. So much better than a dildo. The heat, the way it throbbed and flexed – it was a like a moment if divine revelation, the sudden understanding of how her body, even if not her mind, was meant to take cock, especially when in heat.

“So much for being a lesbian,” Kris chuckled. He couldn’t help but rub it in Catherine’s face. Then, before she had time to protest, he started to properly fuck her in a much more carnal dance than the music could’ve ever provided.

Mya was being stuffed from both ends. Catherine could see cum leaking down her thighs, just as it would be leaking down hers soon enough. The world no longer made any sense, shattered into a kaleidoscope-like swirling lust. In that moment, neither she nor her pussy were lesbians, they were merely sexual in the broadest sense of the word, and it was wonderful.

Catherine cried out in pleasure as the wolf sped up, spearing his bare cock into her in rhythmic thrusts that threatened to melt her mind. It wasn’t just his amazing cock, it was her heat, too, ensuring that every last inch of him felt so heavenly that she couldn’t possibly ask him to stop.

Kris thrust faster, his hands mauling the otter’s bouncing breasts. “And to think you tried to keep this pussy away from men when it was meant for us to enjoy.”

There was no protest from her. Not in this state. In this state, she almost found herself agreeing with what he said, as each thrust pushed her further into head-spinning heights of pleasure. Soon, Kris was thrusting along to the machinegun beat of the music, fucking the otter senseless. Her tightness and tangible fertility spurred him on. Whether the otter knew it or not, she’d leave the club with far more than cum inside her, and she’d keep that gift he was about to give her for some nine months.

“Good thing you’re protected, isn’t it? Because I’m about to pump you full,” Kris growled as his knot swelled and swelled. He was rather certain that the otter was fertile, and her false confidence turned him on more if anything. He had fucked bitches in heat before, and they’d all felt much warmer than normal, much wetter and needier, just like this otter felt squeezing around his cock. “G-good thing you know you won’t get pregnant, just imagine how that’d change your life.”

“Y-yeah it’s- nnfgh!” Catherine moaned. She was perilously close to orgasm already. An orgasm brought crashing over her by a cock. She had never imagined it could feel this good, but it made sense in a biological way. Her body needed to be bred, and his body in turn needed to breed her. It seemed natural, the way his shaft drove her perfectly, effortlessly wild with pleasure, and was in turn rewarded by her clenching harder to pleasure him into inseminating her.

And she wanted it. There was no risk anyway, she thought. So just this once, she wanted to feel what it was like to have a cock cum inside her the way nature intended.

Catherine moaned, thrusting back against the massive knot stretching her entrance. One moment, it was outside of her, and then suddenly, it popped into her. She was spread wide around it, and the wolf clearly enjoyed the sensation even more with how his cock instantly jerked inside her.

“Good… girl,” he grunted. “Now let’s see how that lesbian pussy enjoys a proper load of cum.”

She wanted to protest, just on the principle of it, but instead she could only moan and gasp as a few more thrusts brought the wolf to climax. Suddenly there was a rhythmic throbbing inside her, a kind of tickling against her cervix. Never having been with a male before, it took her a few seconds to put two and two together. He was cumming inside her, and oh my god, it feelt so fucking sexy!

That triggered an overwhelming, instant orgasm as her body surrendered. Another cry of pleasure escaped her lungs, and then the otter was in paroxysms, her body hungrily milking the cock inside her for more, each spasm of her traitorous cunt helping him pump more of his potent seed inside her. And not a drop would spill with his knot plugging her up, making sure that it could reach where it needed to be; deep inside her womb.

Catherine felt very warm and flushed. She’d never had an orgasm like this, none even close to feeling so intense and satisfying, as if her entire body was aflame with pleasure. She knew that she couldn’t get pregnant, but god, it felt like that was what was happening, and the forbidden fantasy of being successfully bred by a guy she just met seemed like the most erotic thing the otter could even imagine as she pictured his horny little swimmers raping her eggs into submission.

She was left nearly limp by the sheer intensity of her orgasm, barely kept upright by the sturdy cock inside her and the wolf’s arms as he finished carelessly draining his balls into her. Kris knew that she’d get pregnant. There was no mistaking it, the way she instinctively reacted to being filled with cum. Either she hadn’t taken the birth control, or maybe it had expired, but he let out a growling, dominant howl as he bred her regardless, pumping what felt like gallons of his baby-making seed into her defenseless womb.

He stayed tied with her long enough for Catherine to come down from the heady heights of pleasure, and as the afterglow began to fade, she had plenty of time to think about what she had just done. She certainly didn’t regret the best orgasm of her life. Nor did she really regret what she had done to Mya – who had finally taken each and every cock her group had to offer and was left a cum-splattered mess struggling to even stand up – because somewhat dubious as it had been, they’d finally have a baby, and that was entirely worth it.

Kris pulled out of her with a wet pop, staying only long enough to get the otter’s name and phone number. She handed them to him without thinking, perhaps having been left a little submissive by his rough treatment.

“Enjoy being a mother,” he teased her. “At least you won’t be alone. Hey, I’ll show up to support you once that lesbian belly is all swollen like a straight girl’s.”

And just like that, he was gone, with a final squeeze of her paint-coated asscheeks. Mya’s lovers were leaving one by one too, having had exactly what they came to Neon Night for.

When the club closed only a few minutes later, the otters finally got dressed again in their stained outfits and stumbled outside on legs that could barely carry them. That both had gotten thoroughly fucked was obvious from the messy hair and matted thighs, but it still felt like a naughty secret to them both as they looked at each other, both imagining how the other’s belly would soon start to swell. But not their own.

Mya, feeling a little guilty – though still terribly turned on – was the first to admit what she had done to her partner. Here she had been safely enjoying all of her suitors, while Catherine had unknowingly made a life-changing decision.

“…I switched your pills out for those fertility ones you have,” Mya admitted sheepishly. “While they were on the sink. So, you know… you just took a full load of cum into your pussy.”

While that perhaps would have stung normally, Catherine was guilty of the same, and she admitted as much. For a moment, both otters stood there as they waited for the cab, staring at each other with wide-eyed expressions of surprise. They were both fertile, and they had both just let men cum inside them.

And they’d both be pregnant together.

Rather than anger, they embraced each other while giggling uncontrollably. Sure, it was a shock to hear each other admit it – and it’d be another shock as they considered the consequences of their little night of shifting orientations – but what it really meant was that they were perfect for each other.

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“Hey look, a message,” Catherine laughed. “Like, an SMS. Who sends those instead of just using an app? It’s from… Kris? Do we know a Kris?”

Mya joined her as they read the message. It was from the wolf that Catherine had gotten quite successfully fertilized by, and he had a proposition. They would meet up and see how that worked out. And if it worked out, the message read, he was open to moving in with them.

“Ooh,” Mya exclaimed. “I think we should do it.”

“Are you forgetting the whole part with him being a man? Aren’t we lesbians?” Catherine asked, side-eyeing her partner.

“Well, yeah, but… I mean, I have to admit, I really liked our anniversary, you know? I still love you, but maybe it’d be nice to, you know, have a… cock handy for when we go into heat in the future,” Mya admitted with a blush creeping over her adorable features. “It turns out they feel a lot nicer than dildos.”

Catherine was initially surprised. But then, she found herself agreeing. Maybe they weren’t entirely lesbian with low loudly they’d both been moaning that night. And maybe a bigger family would be nice since they had started one anyway. Even if it meant having to embrace being a little straighter than either had thought. Sure enough, the next day, they already had a little date planned. When they met Kris at the coffee shop, he looked very pleased to see that his seed had taken root in Catherine, and he made no secret about wanting to plant it in Mya, too, once she was receptive again.

But he had a more romantic, gentle side too, and despite that lusty masculine crudeness, all three got along perfectly well. After so long with just the two of them, and having just recently been introduced to just pleasurable a horny man could be, and soon enough they were already planning on him moving in

“And yeah, you can claim my womb too when I’m in heat next,” Mya told him with a sly smile on her face as she snuck a hand onto Kris’ lap to feel him react to those words. It was no great surprise when he twitched eagerly in response, and feeling it – and its effect on her – was what made Mya truly embrace her new bisexual identity. “Catherine sure seemed to enjoy it!”

Catherine sighed, but ultimately, she agreed, and joined her partner in feeling up the handsome, muscular wolf – their newfound breeder – under the table. Kris couldn’t believe his luck.