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Pheeze laid the driver's seat back and picked his phone up, the ottershep hybrid thumbing through a Tinder lineup while waiting for his next pickup. The bars would be letting out in about an hour, and he'd brought out his van just for the occasion. It was surprisingly easy to pick up few groups and do an Uber rideshare, and walk away with a decent paycheck from just one pass, let alone the three or four that he'd be doing tonight.

He paused over one picture, frowned, and right-swiped it. He'd mocked the idea of being a taxi driver, but...Uber paid. They paid fairly well, too! He'd financed a new bike from the earnings alone, just this year. And sure, it involved a little work when one or two drunks might wind up vomiting on the floor, but he'd pulled all the carpet up just for that reason, and replaced it with a faux-wood polymer paneling that cleaned right with with a spray of a garden hose. Plus, he could claim a cleaning fee from the company for that, so it worked out well.

But, no matter how it went, he had an hour to kill before prime time, so he was just thumbing through the local tail in this crappy college town. Nothing but bars and barely-legal-to-drink here...which suited him just fine. There'd been a few mornings where he'd had to drop some girl with a barely-remembered name off at the dorms, in the clothes she'd worn the night before, still walking with a bit of a funny sway in her step. He smiled at the memory, his thick tail twitching behind him as he readjusted the suddenly-growing lump in his pants. Some of those girls had been well worth getting up early for...

Which is, of course, when the alert went off on his phone, ruining those pleasant daydreams, and bringing him back to the here and now. Driver request, and he was the only one within 30 minutes of it. Well, his night was going to start early, it seemed! He accepted the call, set the gps, and started the van up, checking out where the passenger needed to go. Ten minute drive, perfect. He could chalk this one up, and be back in position long before the bars let out.

Not seven minutes later, there was a completely-wrecked twenty-something human guy in a damp shirt and a pair of slacks that smelled like someone had washed them in beer sitting in the back. Too drunk to even get into the van himself, Pheeze manhandled him into the van, and started him on the way to some residential address in a nearby suburb. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of cheap beer, but there was little he could do about it besides crack a window and let the cool night air wash the scent to the back of the van while his drunken passenger rambled on about how he'd been an activist during the "Moreau hearings" back in the day. Pheeze sighed inwardly, his ears twitching back a little bit. Seems like every human he met was an activist on the right side of that fight, even though there were way too many on the other side, calling for them to be declared dangerous or subhuman.

That did warrant some level of explanation, though. Nobody knew at the time that the Balkan war had been a testbed for a new type of microbiological weapon, way nastier than a virus; least of all one that could hijack cell replication to the degree that it could. Supposedly, it was just supposed to give you a severely aggressive and rapidly-lethal kind of cancer; and for thousands, it did just that. However, it also infected several species of mammal, stripped the DNA out of them, and then passed through the food chain up to humans, while still carrying strains of the DNA it had pulled from the original hosts. Once it hit them, you wound up with hundreds of thousands of people getting the worst kind of flu-like symptoms, some dying from the complications, while it sped up cell replication and destruction. Perfectly healthy human cells getting replaced with the odd-ended hybrid mixes that led to people going into the hospital as perfectly normal, happy, albeit sick humans; and leaving as things like Pheeze. Odd mixes of everyday creatures that sometimes came out only recognizable by the major traits of their genetic forebears. Also, seemingly dead-ending itself, as no Moreau had ever passed the disease on to another person or creature.

Pheeze himself had never been human, at least not like the guy still prattling away in the back of his van. He'd been born this way, as the same disease that made the original Moreaus stabilized the DNA enough to allow for reproduction with others like themselves. His parents had been hit by the disease, met each other long after, and carried on with life. In fact, so many folks had been hit by the "Moreau disease" that almost half of the general population of Europe, Asia, and Africa were now hybridized. He'd heard that the Americas, both North and South had been spared the worst of it, and had rather...draconian laws and protocols concerning his kind, but as he was clear over in England, that was little more than the occasional headline that made his ears go back.

"Still, I have to say, I'm quite glad they've decided that you and yours deserve to be people." the drunk slurred, half-sprawled across the bench seat behind Pheeze, barely conscious, whilst the otterdog pursed his lips and set his jaw. "Does my heart good to see people gettin' pulled up, it does."

Don't beat the passengers senseless, Pheeze thought. It's not worth losing the money, no matter how satisfying it would be to play football with his head. Just breathe in and out. He'll be gone in a minute. Less than, actually, as their destination was coming up fast. Pheeze slowed himself down to check the house numbers, and saw the duplex that bore the address he had on-screen. One slightly-sharper-than-necessary turn into the drive later, the ottshep was smirking proudly at the sound of his passenger tumbling across the seat. "Back home, then!" he said, putting as friendly of a lilt in his voice as he could. "You'll be needing a hand to the door?"

His passenger groaned and gathered himself up off of the floor, laughing at himself, half-crawling to the door and failing utterly to open the simple pull-latch. Pheeze rolled his eyes and got out, rolling his shoulders. He didn't normally even get out of the car, but best to get this asshole out of his van before he threw up in there, or something. He knew it was a bit of a bias, but it just seemed like so many humans couldn't hold their liquor. Hiding away in their human-only suburbs, not a single Moreau in sight, quietly grumbling some overblown fear about how "those dirty beasts" might get their hands on someone's daughter and ruin her, or some such horseshit. He smirked, pulling the door open and catching the drunk as he all but fell into Pheeze's arms. Well, maybe not total horseshit. He'd made more than one human girl's eyes roll back in her head when he knotted them. More than a couple had a ring on their finger at the time, too. Forbidden fruit, and all that.

Still, as he got his shoulders under this guy's arm and started helping him to the door, he ruminated on that fear. Being in one of those nigh-total human 'burbs always made him think a bit. There was a valid fear there, since the Moreaus can and many would easily interbreed with humans. So there came the attitudes where human women were to be "guarded" against being near the "beasts", as if they'd be snatched up in a heartbeat. Hide your daughter, hide your wife, that kind of drivel. It wasn't spoken aloud often, but it was there. Pheeze himself was less-than-cautious with many of his flings, having left a thick drool of ottshep cum running down more than one human woman's thighs or under her ass, but he suspected far too many of them were already on birth control, or might have used emergency pills or somesuch. Nobody had ever come after him for support, at least.

"Thanks f'r th' ride!" the drunk proclaimed, snapping Pheeze out of his reverie at the front door. "Appreciate that. Think th'wife's home. She's prob'ly gon' be a bit cross at me." he slurred, leaning heavier against Pheeze's side as his balance started to go. Pheeze just grunted and knocked on the door with the back of his hand, trying to keep the drunk human from falling over onto the concrete stoop. It wasn't five seconds later that the door opened, spilling light across the near-vaudevillian act of an otterdog trying to hold up a somewhat smaller human, with a familiar shadow cutting across both. And Pheeze's eyes widened a bit.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, James." the woman scowled at the drunk, hooking her arm under a pair of almost-perfect breasts beneath a thin wool jumper, and cradling her elbow in her hand, with the other hand pinching the bridge of her nose. "Got yourself properly pissed, did you? Have to tip another cabbie for bringing you to the door, then?" she asked, and then looked up to meet Pheeze's eyes and startled herself back a step. "Fuck me! Pheeze?! Where the fuck did you come from?"

The otterdog felt himself actually smiling for the first time since he'd picked up the fare. "Jessa! Haven't seen you in, what, five years?" he asked, shifting James's weight again. "Don't suppose we could take this inside? It's not the most dignified show I've put on, out here." Jessa rolled her eyes and scoffed quietly. "Come on, then! Get his arse in here." she said, stepping aside and gesturing inward towards the living room, which Pheeze just outright carried the drunken male into, depositing him onto the couch. Apparently, the walk from the van had done more damage than he'd realized, as he was almost boneless and just barely mumbling something about "meet m'wife."

"So, you drive a cab, now?" Jessa asked, brushing a lock of deep red hair out of her eyes. Green eyes, nearly emerald, Pheeze thought, his ears twitching at more than a couple of memories of those same eyes staring up at him as widely as they could, while he crammed his knot into her. They'd dated before, almost a lifetime ago, back when they were both younger, and she was much angrier at her parents and more rebellious against societal norms. They'd been friends for years before, back into their early teens, but after that scant year-long relationship, it had been a bit strained, to say the least. They still talked, occasional emails or over Telegram, maybe a phone call now and then, but they'd carved out an unspoken agreement to leave the other alone, perhaps out of fear of breaking the last string that held the tapestry of their friendship together.

"Well, it's a nice second job. Keeps the bills in the black." he said, offering a half smile and letting his eyes roam just a little as she turned to look at her husband, sprawled and barely-conscious on the couch. Those five years had only done her favors, by the looks of things. Still had those wide, round hips. Flat tummy that had him wondering if she still did triathalons, long runner's legs and from what he could see from the side, she definitely still had that round, bouncy butt. If anything, her breasts certainly seemed bigger than they had been, but she didn't smell pregnant. Not even that fake-pregnant scent that birth-control gave them. Honestly, underneath the perfume and the deodorant, she smelled...fertile. Ready. His nose wasn't as strong as some: He was no bomb sniffer or tracker, but her body was definitely ripe. "How about you? You got married! And to another Irishman, at that! I didn't hear about this!" he chuckled, crossing his arms and giving her a mock-stern stare. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have liked to have been invited!"

"Tch, and have you fucking one of the bridesmaids in the back of the church?" she snorted, turning back towards him and flashing a teasing grin. "It was about three years ago. Besides, I'd have never heard the end of it from my family, inviting my ex to my wedding. Not to mention it...well, it seemed in bad taste." she said, looking down and pushing her hand back through her hair. "Like rubbing it in your face. And then it happened, and then I just couldn't bring myself to tell you. I couldn't tell you why, though."

Pheeze snorted. "We've been friends since I was thirteen. I don't think I'd be too put off about my childhood friend getting married, even if I DID make her forget how to speak a few times. And bridesmaids are always fair game, and you know that." he shot back, whiskers frisking as he struggled not to grin back at her. "Some people just weren't meant to be in relationships. It happens. You're still a friend, you idiot." he chuckled, and reached out to set a big, meaty paw on her shoulder, almost engulfing it in a friendly squeeze. As big as he was, nearly 7 feet tall and broad-shouldered to match, the 5'7 of Jessa brough her eyes to his shoulders at best.

"Christ, I know, it's just a bit difficult." she said, glancing over at James again, the human already starting to snore a bit. "Well, he'll be a right cunt in the morning, I can already tell." she sighed, rubbing at the back of her neck. "Care for a cuppa? Had the kettle on already." Pheeze thought about it, pursing his lips: He should probably get back to his waiting spot by the bars. This was going to be a busy night... Then again, by now, some other cabbie probably already grabbed it, and he'd be left circling, burning fuel while just waiting for a fare. He actually seemed to lose more money than he gained doing that. Screw it, there would be people calling cabs all night, and he hadn't seen his friend in a while. "Who could say no to a beautiful woman offering them tea?" he laughed. "So...what did you mean by 'a bit difficult', then? Is it that hard to talk to me?" he asked, as they headed towards the kitchen.

"Oh good lord." she groaned, hanging her head. "This is why I wanted to slap you all the time. You get your teeth into something, and you just don't let go. But, no, it's not hard to talk to you in the way you're thinking." she said, pulling a pair of mugs down from the cabinet above the steaming electric kettle, then pouring near-boiling water into both and dropping a couple of loose-leaf tea infusers in both. "Well...I suppose, in for a penny, in for a pound." she sighed. "It's difficult because...well, after you, I had quite the time getting used to dating humans again." she admitted, setting the mug down on the small table and pushing a stool towards the otterdog. "You might have spoiled me a bit. That's also why I didn't come around as much once we'd split. I was afraid I'd get too comfortable, and then my pants would be across the room again." she laughed, the color rising up in her cheeks. It seemed to highlight her freckles, Pheeze remembered. She looked singularly gorgeous when she blushed.

"Christ, Jessa. Y'know, I do have SOME self control." he said, chuckling softly, fiddling with the tea ball. "If you said no, I wouldn't do anything." Jessa took a breath and pinched her lips into a thin line, looking like she was struggling with something. "I know, I know. I just..." she said, lapsing into a sigh. "I don't know that I'd tell you to stop. There's something about you, the smell of you, the sound, the feel, I don't know what it is, but it's a bit addictive, and I'd do well to not get caught in it again." she said, with a roll of her eyes as she lifted her mug to her lips. "And here I am, again, with you in my kitchen. Flirting with disaster." she said, and took a swallow of her tea. "And you chose to show up NOW. Of all times." she added, setting the mug down and giving him the weirdest look.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, tipping his head. "Your husband called me to pick him up. I didn't really choose to show up on your doorstep at one in the morning, carting a drunk." he said, his smirk curling up a corner of his mouth. Jessa frowed into her tea and sniffed. "Well..." she began, and took another quick sip, clearing her throat before continuing. "We've...we've been having a bit of trouble lately. The honeymoon's over, but it seems as though I may have married a teenager instead of a grown man." she grumbled, while Pheeze crooked up an eyebrow. "He's just...a bit of a twat at times. Does things like getting piss-drunk the day before we go to see my parents, for example." she said, gesturing out towards the living room. "And we're supposed to be trying for a child, but as soon as I come off the pill, he's suddenly never in the mood, or...and this is my favorite excuse: He doesn't want me to catch his cold, so he has to wear a rubber." she said, putting her face in her hands and making the most exasperated sound. "As if that would stop me from getting a cold! I've half a mind to wrap one of those condoms around his head until he stops breathing. And then you show up, and the very first place my mind goes is: 'This guy would have given you twins by now if he could have, and made you unable to walk the next day in the process!', and I have to mentally smack myself for it."

Pheeze laughed into his tea, wiping his chin off with the back of his hand. "Well, you're not wrong. I would have." he said, and narrowed his eyes. "Honestly, still would. Right now. In front of him, if I had to." he chuckled, twitching an ear as Jessa gave him a wide-eyed look, opening her mouth to respond before he cut her off. "Not joking, not teasing. I'd happily fuck you until you couldn't walk, and then I'd put a baby in you right before his eyes. That is, if you were okay with having a Moreau kid."

Jessa immediately leaned forwards over the table, a fire in her eyes that Pheeze remembered all too clearly. "You know damn well I don't care about what someone looks like, so don't you dare go thinking I've changed that. Moreau child or not, I'd still love them!" she hissed, pointing a finger at Pheeze, and only just realizing he was still grinning. "...I should be more mad about you offering adultery than implying I might balk at having your child, shouldn't I?" she asked, blinking for a second.

"Probably!" Pheeze laughed, leaning forwards to meet her eyes, his nose a few inches away from hers. "But here we are, anyway. And, I will be honest with you, I've always thought you were gorgeous, and smart, and sweet. I think you deserve to be a mother. Maybe not with HIS kids..." he said, cutting his eyes towards the living room. "But I think you'd do well, and raise some beautiful babies. Even if they were Moreaus." he said, adding a little tease at the end. He knew her secret about getting angry, and getting warm between the thighs from it. He'd had a year to learn it intimately!

"Pheeze, you start implying that shit again, and I swear to Christ..." she growled at him, pointing her finger at him all over again, nearly over the table at this point to get nose-to-nose with the big otterdog. "...there's going to be hell to p-MMH!" Quite suddenly, there was a hand on the back of her head, a huge mitt of a paw cupping it, fingers threading through her hair. And there was a tongue in her mouth now, tangling with hers. A familiar taste, strong and heady, almost bestial. The smell of him, kind of musky, musty, animal-like. Her rage shifted, changed into another kind of heat rising in her cheeks and down her neck. She pushed in, fencing his tongue with hers, grabbing the deep fluff on his chest to keep herself steady, leaned over the table as she was. So familiar, so strong, and so very dangerous.

She managed to break away from the kiss, panting hard and pushing herself back in her chair, her mind whirling, body screaming at her to let this fucking happen, the wedding band on her finger a cool reminder of the sin she was about to commit. She couldn't do this...it would just kill James. Her family would...well...honestly, she wasn't sure what they would do. They'd been fairly active in the Moreau Trials days on the civil rights side, so they might actually be okay with their daughter winding up a single mother to a Moreau. She knew they didn't like James very much, but were quiet about it. And he didn't want a kid, she knew that. But she truly, really did. And the otterdog would have no problem giving her that. She remembered how he'd flooded her so many times, how teasing whispers of it made his knot bloat and throb inside her.

Jessa bit her lip and shuddered. She was just convincing herself the more she thought about it. She wasn't happy, she knew that. And there was Pheeze, grinning at her with his tongue just barely hanging out, already starting to stand up. Christ, that was a lump in his pants! "We sh...shouldn't." she breathed, starting to look over her shoulder to see if her husband was awake, but that big mitt caught her chin delicately, turning her head back towards him. "Ssh. Don't worry about him. He's too drunk to even remember going to the bar by tomorrow morning, I'd bet." he rumbled at her, slowly guiding her to her feet. "Now, do you want this? I'll stop if you ask me to. All you have to do is say stop, shake your head, tell me no, and it stops." he purred, looking down into her eyes. "But if you do want this...ask me. I'll help you tonight."

The human girl pulled in a deep breath, and held it. Could she do this? She knew that when a human and a Moreau bred, the child was almost always Moreau. Something about the genes being altered by that disease and becoming dominant. There'd be no hiding it, no chance. But...they WERE the most adorable babies... Fuck, there she goes again, convincing herself. "Pheeze, I..."

"Ah, no. It's either yes, or no. Either it's yes, and I give you what you want, or it's no, and I go back outside, and we never have to talk about it again. It's one of those two."

Jessa took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut. She was killing herself for a man who tried to convince her that a rubber would keep a cold at bay just so he didn't have to tell her he didn't want a kid. No. Fuck that, fuck him. "Yes..." she whispered, and any further words were lost by the otterdog grabbing the waistband of her leggings and peeling them down to her ankles while ducking his head to gently bite the side of her neck with a careful graze of teeth, drawing a gasp and a shuddery laugh out of her as cool air hit her now-naked rump, which was almost immediately covered by those giant paws of his. "Fuck, yes." she said, a little louder, nuzzling into his ear as his hands squeezed the taut rounds of her butt, relearning the territory while all of those old memories came rushing back. Some part of her mind tried to make her think about her husband, passed out of the couch not 15 feet away. That part was thoroughly ignored in favor of stepping out of those leggings and raking her nails down Pheeze's neck and back, while he nuzzled his way down the front of her sweater; Jessa quietly thanking whoever might care that she hadn't bothered to put a bra on with it.

Pheeze couldn't stop himself from grinning, going down on one knee to catch the hem of Jessa's jumper in between his teeth, getting a noseful of that ripe, ready scent from the source and feeling his cock absolutely lurch from the thought of that forbidden fruit, ready to be plucked. He worked his nose up under her sweater, cool nosepad touching warm skin, lifting his head to bring that soft wool up over her breasts while she stared down at him with a lip-biting grin, squeezing her breasts together with her arms once the fabric cleared them. Still perfectly beautiful, definitely bigger than he remembered, each one full and still firm, capped with those candy-pink nipples he'd adored biting and teasing, each of which was immediately kissed and then washed with a gentle swipe of his tongue. "Christ, Jessa." he growled, wincing as his erection throbbed against his jeans, and he had to stop long enough to unbuckle his belt and push his jeans down, while she got involved enough to grab his shirt and start peeling it up off of his back and over his head.

One confused flurry of clothing later, he was standing in all of his naked, furred glory with that massive black dick throbbing in the air before him, twitching and leaking a glassy, syrupy drool of precum down the ebon length with both of the human girl's hands gently stroking it, remembering every gnarled vein and thick bump of it with her fingertips, smearing that musky, thick precum around it. It was HOT. She remembered that, too: how warm Moreaus were compared to humans. Not to mention equipped! Christ, those balls were like chicken's eggs, and she had another flash of how much of a thick mess they could cough up into a girl's belly. Her sweater was still rolled up above her breasts, little smears of his precum getting daubed on the sleeves as she handled that huge bitchbreeder of his, shivering at the thought of what she was about to do, and not at all in trepidation.

"Should we go somewhere...quieter?" Jessa asked, glancing over her shoulder at her still-unconscious husband. Not that Pheeze probably couldn't knock him unconscious if he tried to interfere, but why even take the risk? "No, right there, on the floor. If he wakes up, he can watch. He probably won't remember shit anyway. Might think it's all a dream." the otterdog growled down at her, and clasped his hands around her rump again, lifting her feet off the ground and sliding that massive dick down her belly with a snail-trail of precum in the process. "More fun that way." he added, with a crooked grin.

"You're a sick fuck sometimes." she hissed at him, face buried in the fur of his chest and laughing quietly as Pheeze set her down on the thick carpet, easing her back with all the care in the world. "Aye..." he laughed, settling his hips between her thighs and ducking his head to draw the flat muscular wash of his tongue up the curve of a breast strongly enough to make it bounce. "But you like it." he added, and let the hot spike of his cock slap down against her belly with a wet smack and a little squeak out of the redhead underneath him. "Be slow..." she warned him, sliding her hands down her belly to cradle him, and guide him back and down just a smidge, until the tapered tip of that breeding tool nuzzled up between her pussylips and tucked up neatly against the trembling mouth of her sex. "It's been a while since I've had anything big as you." Pheeze couldn't wipe the grin off his face if he tried, glancing over at the still-sleeping form of James and shook his head. "He's a fucking moron, and how I wish he was awake to hear that." he huffed, then eased his hips forwards, stretching her open with a slow, forceful push.

Jessa's eyes widened and both her hands clapped over her mouth, still sodden with that messy otterdog precum, getting a noseful of the potent, musky scent of it. A scent that seemed to run through her to a little spot somewhere low in her belly and stoke the fires of a kind of lust she hadn't felt in a long time. Thankfully, her grip on her mouth was enough to muffle the squeal that tried to erupt out of her as Pheeze kept pushing that huge dick of his up into her already-sopping cunt, stretching it out in ways she'd forgotten, her thighs already shaking and her toes curling, hips twitching around as if they might try to pull away.

None of that stopped him, however. He just pushed in until he had about half of that thick prick buried inside the little human wife underneath him, propped up on his arms while admiring the look of shock on her face. "Ohhhyesss. I'd missed this..." he purred down at her, pulling his hips back slowly, feeling every bit of that overheated, gripping pussy pulling at him, and then pushing in again with another slow, even thrust. Jessa's hips actually squirmed up off the ground, then; both feet hitting the carpet and levering herself up to sink him into her even faster while she squealed into her hands again and shuddered under him, swallowing the otterdog right up to the knot and leaving him throbbing and pushing firmly at the back of her sex, the point of his glans nuzzled up cozily against her cervix and spitting precum in hot little jets that she couldn't ignore if she wanted to! He was so HARD, so hot inside her; she could feel his pulse all the way up in her belly. This wasn't fair, why did he have to feel so good, and her husband...nothing like this?

"Allright, then?" Pheeze panted down at her, holding himself deep and lifting an eyebrow. He could play nonchalant, but she'd know it was bullshit. She could feel it. Jessa nodded, taking another deep breath through her nose and letting her hands fall away from her mouth, head thumping back to the carpet with a shaky breath blown out. "God save me, you're fucking big. I'd forgotten." she breathed up at him, squeezing his hips with her thighs. "I'm not sure I'll...hff...be able to stay quiet." she laughed, sliding her hands up his arms and over his shoulders.

Pheeze just grinned down at her, lowering his head to wrap his lips around one of those adorable nipples, and suckle gently, worrying it with his tongue and the barest brush of teeth, while Jessa squirmed and sucked in a gasp. "I don't want you to." he rumbled around her flesh. "I want the neighborhood to hear you get knocked up." His hips drew back, sliding that heavy pole along with them. "Like I said, even if he wakes up and sees, he'll just assume it's a bad dream come tomorrow." Those strong hips dropped then, pushing all of the slippery black flesh back up inside her, driving half a yelp out of her before her hand clamped back over her mouth, looking fearfully over at her husband, and seeing him still snoring, collapsed on the couch just a few feet away.

It took almost no time at all for those slow, easy thrusts to start winding up into a more forceful, pointed fucking; Jessa holding onto Pheeze's arms to keep from being pushed along the carpet by his thrusts, his balls slapping up against her ass with the muffled smack of fur on skin and the wet sounds of a pussy not designed to handle that much of anything crammed into it and pounding it for all it's worth. "Christ, you...fffffuuuck!" she squeaked, trying to clamp down on her voice while her body stiffened up underneath the eagerly rutting hybrid, digging her nails into his arms. She was so close, and he could feel it in how she fluttered and tightened around him. So, of course, he did the gentlemanly thing, and dragged almost all of his oversized breeding tool back out of her, then drove it back home, stroking the whole length of her insides, making her heels drum against the carpet as she bit her lip and screamed through a closed mouth, her eyes staring wide and glassy up at Pheeze, head arched up off of the ground, body shaking while her cunt did its level best to chew on his prick, which he happily fed back up into her belly, bottoming out inside her and stirring her insides around while she bucked and thrashed and trembled underneath him.

Pheeze chuckled to himself, already panting hard, feeling the trembling mouth of her cervix pressed hard against his glans, loosening just a bit from the violence of her orgasm and letting his tip peek a bit further into it. His head dropped, looking down at the join of their bodies, seeing the half-built swell of his knot butted up against her mound, the flat span of her tummy trembling while she quaked under him, her breasts pressed together between her arms. Beautiful creature, he thought to himself, shuddering as his cock kicked up inside her and jetted a rope of sperm-tinged precum into the mouth of her womb, his balls twitching eagerly against her butt. Just for a moment, nothing else mattered but putting his child in this woman, and ensuring that there would be another otterdog in the world, maybe with those beautiful eyes. He hoped as much as the cheating little wife beneath him let her head fall back to the carpet and drew in a few deep breaths to clear the stars swimming in her vision.

"MMmuh...Jesss...." came the groan from the couch, shattering that brief moment of fantasy. Both of their heads tracked over towards the source of the noise, where her husband was groggily moving, his eyes barely opened, cheek wet where he'd drooled on himself. "Jessssa? Whu'...whus goin' on? Issat you?" he slurred, squinting as he tried to get himself upright. Jessa felt something like panic rise up inside her, the urge to run growing, before Pheeze brought his nose down against her neck and rumbled softly. The otterdog was probably right when he'd said James would be too drunk to remember a damn thing that happened before going to the bar. He was completely destroyed, worse than she'd seen him in a while. She felt a bizzare calm sweep through her as his hips rolled against hers, keeping that dick bottomed out in her belly. "You're having a bad dream, James." she said, grinning at her husband while she pushed her hips back up against the otterdog's, grinding happily against him. "Go back to sleep."

Pheeze stifled a laugh against Jessa's neck, his hips lazily rolling, ruining the human's wife all over again. She'd said it'd taken her years to get over this, and he knew why. A lot of Moreaus were...rather heavily equipped, putting most humans to shame. Hence why a lot of angry politicians had spent years trying to keep them separate. Talk of humans being bred out, wives stolen away, all sorts of nonsense. He'd never steal Jessa! He'd definitely fuck her to within an inch of her life, and leave his pup kicking in her belly, but he wouldn't dream of taking her away from James. He could stay with her, if he wanted to.

James rubbed his eyes and blinked, trying to shake his head out, reaching for the edge of the couch to steady himself, vertigo taking hold from all the booze. "Wha...issat th' cabbie? What're you dooin to m'wife!?" he yelled, or did his best to, nearly vomiting in the process. His fingers gripped the armrest of the couch, trying to pull himself off of it and defend his wife's virtue, but when he pushed off, he pushed the back of the seat in just the right way to push the leg rest out on the reclining sofa; and through a rather unfortunate coincidence, he wound up putting his arms through the slats of the leg rest as it came up and dragged him off of the couch, pinching down on itsomewhat painfully and leaving him tangled up with his head about a couple feet away from where Jessa and Pheeze's hips were just starting to collide again. "It's just a dream, honey. You need to sleep. You got too drunk, and you're having a bad dream." she panted at him in time with the eager bucks of the otterdog's hips, her voice jumping up and down every time he bottomed out!

"Fuckin' shite dream." he groaned, shaking his head out and looking sideways at them while trying to get himself free, but with his legs still up on the couch, and both arms still caught in the legrest like some bizzare chinese-finger-trap, he couldn't muster the leverage to get himself free, no matter how hard he struggled or kicked. "Y'know...your wife really wanted a baby by now, mate." Pheeze finally chimed in, his tongue hanging out of a shit-eating grin as he glanced over at James in his tangled-up state. "But, since you'd rather not give her one, I figured I'd give her one of mine. Belated Christmas present, and all that." he chuckled, while Jessa raked her fingers down the big hybrid's sides, feeling over his hips and gripping the muscular rump, feeling it tense and clench with each thrust. "Look at it like this. You get to be a daddy, and not, at the same time! Best of both worlds!"

"You fuckin' cunt..." James slurred, struggling drunkenly, trying to break free, but all he managed to do was extend the leg rest out further, bringing his head even closer to the action, letting him hear the wet slurps and sucks of his wife's sex getting completely wrecked by the big otterdog's wife-poaching log of a dick. Jessa smirked up at Pheeze, tipping her head. "Was he intending that for you or me, do you think? Because if it was for me, I owe him a return slap." she panted, going from smirk to grin. A very wicked grin as she brought her hands up to the otterdog's chest and pushed. "Up. Off for a moment." she huffed, levering Pheeze up off of her, even while he growled his discontent at letting that huge pole slip free of the hot grip of her body.

A brief arrangement later, Jessa was straddling the hybrid, teasing herself with the tapered tip of his spitting, twitching dick, right before her husband's eyes. "Maybe you're right, James. I might just be a cunt after all." she chuckled venomously. That rearrangement had Pheeze's legs facing the tangled-up husband, his knees up, bringing him to within just a couple feet of James's face, his thick tail right there, drumming the ground next to the entangled husband's head. It also let the drunken fool get an eyefull of Pheeze's balls, swollen things wrapped tight in their sack, and the massive ebon spire coated in his wife's juices. "But you're going to be a dad, so I can't be too much of a cunt, right?" she groaned as she sank back down onto the huge slab of breeding meat all over again, letting her body weight push it back up into her middle until the halfway-grown knot pushed up against her pussylips. "I told you to go back to sleep, but no." she panted, her thighs pushed open wide by Pheeze's, giving him the perfect view of how massively his wife's sex was stretched around that huge thing. It was obscene, almost impossible, but he could see every single throb and twitch of that dark-skinned pupmaker's knot against her pale skin, and the faint pulsing of that skinny bit behind the knot where the thick vein throbbed now and then, jetting another hot flush of pre-spunk into Jessa's belly.

Pheeze just groaned, unable to really form words at the moment, smitten with the view of that perfect ass pressed against his hips, and the silky fall of red hair running down Jessa's back. She was perfect...just...fucking perfect. He actually felt a twinge of guilt that he was going to fatten up that cute little tummy with a pup, but it passed almost as soon as it came to mind. His hips twitched upwards, and Jessa yelped out, no longer trying to stay quiet: there was no need anymore. Pheeze would probably get his wish. "God, he reaches deep in there..." she panted, grinning down at James, starting to bounce while gripping Pheeze's folded knees. "Clear up to my belly button, I swear. Might have a bit of trouble fuckin' you after this, just so y'know!" she laughed, and started riding the otterdog like she was breaking a stallion, driving herself down, yelping and gasping and shouting every time he bottomed out. The new angle really let his tip dig at her womb, beating her up inside and seemingly pushed her belly open a little deeper, letting that knot slap against her pussylips a little harder.

His hips yoking upwards, trying to match Jessa's eager pace, Pheeze could do little but lay his head back and shudder, holding onto her hips, one paw even sliding around to gently lay across that trim little belly, giving it a possessive squeeze in front of her husband, letting him know who was laying claim tonight. He could feel his cock twitching, spitting and sputtering thick roils of precum up into this little human bitch, like her body was milking it out of him. James however was drunkenly slurring half-thought out sentences, pleas for Jessa to stop this, threats that barely made sense, everything in between. He could do little else, trapped as he was, other than listen to the sloppy, sucking and slurping sounds of the ottshep breeding his wife with all the eagerness of a feral animal, and watch that onyx spike keep disappearing up into her well-stretched sex above those overfull nuts that kept bouncing with the hybrid's thrusts.

Jessa just kept watching her husband, taking in the despair, actually savoring it. She barely recognized herself right now, but goddamn, did she love this. All the buried anger at him and his childish antics coming out tonight, now, in this one act of punishment. "Oh my god, love, he's...really getting deep! Should I let him come in me? I did promise him a baby, after all." she breathed down at James, locking eyes with him and looking down at that heavy paw over her tum, making sure he saw it too. "I think he'd like that. That's what I'll do then." And James started more of his drunken protesting, but it all fell on deaf ears as Jessa leaned back, bracing one arm on Pheeze's chest, letting James see all the way up her body to where her breasts bounced under that rolled-up sweater, nipples peaked. "Pheeze, give me a baby, would you? I'd like him to see how it's done."

Pheeze found the limits of his self-control immediately shattered with that husky-breathed request, his hands gripping around her hips to hold her steady, and his hips finding a new reserve of vigor, hammering upwards with a feral urgency. His knot slapped her skin noisily, trying to jam itself into the overheated crush of her body, his tip beating and prying at her cervix, desperate to find just another inch or two to fill. Jessa's head lifted, looking down her body, down the slope to her husband's wide eyes, still glassy and drunk. The front of Pheeze's knot bashing at her mound, stretching it a little more each time, his dick prizing deeper in concert, and that flat tummy actually pushing out a little with the tiniest bump low on the skin when the otterdog bottomed out in her. She could see how deep he reached, how much he filled her, and the hand she wasn't using to brace herself against the rampant fucking slid down her belly to circle that bouncing little bump as it popped up and down, making sure James's eyes took it in.

He gaped at the sight, and she grinned, harsh little breaths driven out of her by the violence of Pheeze's thrusts as she slid her hand down further, and hooked her fingers behind the hybrid's knot, gripping it like a wine glass just a foot from her husband's eyes, and PULLED upwards, cramming his knot up between her lips and letting out a rising, strained shout as his tip crammed up against her cervix, stretched it, and then with an odd thump somewhere deep in her belly, bullied its way through to let the big breedy mutt's dick throb in the one place it could do the most damage while she shuddered and shook, barely able to breathe for the sensation of hot precum sputtering and spitting in her womb and that still-growing knot popping up between her lips and already starting to bulge out rapidly!

James blinked drunkenly, seeing that huge dark knot spread his wife open wide and slurp its way inside her, watching her labia close down behind it and actually clench in tight while she howled up at the ceiling. The sight did something to him, broke some part of him that wanted to keep fighting, and he sagged in his arm-tangled mess, his eyes looking up to see a prominent lump in her belly, right where that tiny one had been earlier. He knew what it was, just then. He knew the otterdog had reached deeper than he ever could have, and based on Jessa's gasping and whining, she did too. That bulge kept bouncing, moving in perfect tandem to Pheeze's hips, while Jessa shook and snarled and bucked on top of him, nearly an animal herself; her hand reaching down to gently curl beneath the furry, heavy balls that didn't seem to be bouncing as much as they had a moment ago, at least not to James's eye. Now they were tightening up against Pheeze's groin, and the big otterdog's rudder was trembling next to the husband's head. And he knew what came next.

Pheeze could barely hold himself in check when Jessa had actually PULLED his knot inside her, and crammed him up into her womb, feeling the aching heat of her belly baking around his glans. She'd never been this wild when they'd dated, and had he been thinking properly, perhaps he might have considered that being on birth control and not literally fucking someone in front of a hypothetical husband might have had something to do with it, but alas, he had other mental priorities at the moment. Priorities including savoring the sweltering heat of her body wrapped around the back of his knot and crushing tight around it, even as it bulged out wider and harder than he'd felt in a while. While Jessa was marvelling at how HARD his knot was inside her, how it kept growing and locking him into her, pushing his dick further into her belly; he was busy still bouncing his hips, feeling that extreme ache in his nuts. An ache that amplified tenfold when he felt her delicate fingers cradle and caress those heavy orbs as they winched up tight against his body.

And Pheeze exploded inside her.

There were no other words to do what happened inside her womb justice. To Jessa, it was an explosion; a violent rush of heat and force and power that rocketed its liquid heat into the horns of her uterus, and made her hips twitch and her thighs shake as they pulled even wider in some new-found reflex, grinding herself down on her chosen male in front of her husband. She felt the swell of his cum rushing up through his dick, and then detonating inside her, someplace secret, someplace it seemed to just fit and mix perfectly with the sudden shuddering ecstacy that blew outwards from her core, down her thighs, through her belly, up through her breasts, making every single hot spot she had throb while she arched her belly upwards like some kind of sacrifice to a particularly perverted god.

James had to watch. He had no choice, no recourse. He had to see Pheeze's nuts clench and jump, and the thick vein at the very base of that dark dick bulge outwards, roiling up towards his wife's belly, and the back of his knot visibly throb. He heard Pheeze snarling something wordless, he heard Jessa scream at the ceiling, and he even heard the neighbor pounding on the wall. But he saw far more. Another jump of those nuts, and another pulse of the back of the otterdog's knot. One following hot on the heels of another, an endless assault of thick, ropy, battery ottershep seed, each pulse teeming with millions of overeager, crazed whiptailed sperm all gunning for his wife's eggs, and fully intending to dump their genes within, dooming her belly to swell with this half-breed's get.

Jessa, thinking much along those same lines, could barely string two words together through her orgasm, but she did managed to do just that, barking out a ragged-voiced "Keep...Coming!" to the ceiling while Pheeze's hips kept bucking and his balls kept churning up those thick waves of vital, hot spunk. More and more of it, overfilling her womb, squirting past the plug of his cockhead in her womb's gate, and starting to fill what little space was left in the overtight grip of her pussy. She could barely think, but she could certainly feel that heat roiling back down around the thudding, kicking cock inside her, that lump in her belly still twitching, but actually growing, too! It was slightly rounded, her womb filled beyond capacity with this beautiful beast's seed. Before long, even her sex was filled beyond its means, and James had to witness the first ropy, sputtering spurt of otterdog cum blurting out from around Pheeze's knot to lace the carpet, followed by a small barrage of them. Every hike of the hybrid's nuts brought another goopy gush of spunk pushed back out of his wife, running down Pheeze's balls, over his own tail, and starting to puddle on the carpet below.

Thanks to those canine genes, the hybrid had no problem pumping what felt like a neverending load into Jessa's belly. Every clench of his groin a promise, his fingers gripping her hips like iron, shuddering under her while she twitched and shook, her eyes locked on the swollen lump in her belly, solid proof that the otterdog, one of her oldest friends, was doing his best to put a baby in her; and beyond that, her husband's dumbstruck, glassy eyes, watching everything. Eventually, though, the lewd pulsing and twitching and shuddering ebbed away, leaving Jessa firmly locked onto a far-too-big dick that was still gently twitching, trying to cough up the last few dregs of seed that those well-drained balls could produce, laying back on his chest and trying to catch her breath while both of her hands gently caressed the lump under her belly button. "Fuckin' hell..." she panted, twisting her head to look up at Pheeze with the most adoring expression on her face. "I knew that was a hot button for you...but my god..." she laughed, taking one of the otterdog's hands and pulling it up to rest on her somewhat-swollen belly.

Pheeze, for his part, just grinned down at her with the dopiest, tongue-lolled, I-just-came-and-I-don't-care grin. "I may actually die of dehydration..." he chuckled, letting his head fall back to the carpet. "You dead, James?" he asked of the ceiling, and Jessa just chuckled, levering herself up enough to see her broken husband, his eyes still fixed on that lump in her belly. "No, but I hope you're right about him not remembering this." she replied in his stead. "Sorry, dear, but you really should have told me you weren't ready to be a father before marrying me. I suppose he'll divorce me for this..." she mused, laying back on Pheeze's chest and sighing softly. She felt Pheeze shrug and turned her head up. "I mean...I don't have any DNA on file. Could always say that you got drunk and taken advantage of by some Moreau. Didn't get a good look at him. Wound up pregnant. Couldn't bear to terminate or give the baby up, could you?" he chuckled lowly, his heavy paw slowly caressing her belly. "And he'd be a right cunt to leave you just for being a rape victim, wouldn't he?"

Jessa bit her lip and squinted up at the hybrid. "You're an absolutely horrible person, Pheeze. I just want you to know that." she laughed. "That would never work. He can't be that much of an idiot."

And James, sad to say, probably would have cursed them both to hell and back, but too much booze, the adrenaline wearing off, and all the blood rushing to his head from his near-inverted position had rendered him rather suddenly descending into the warm darkness of unconsciousness once again.

Nearly a year later...

James sat in his new recliner, thumbing through the instructions for an IKEA crib, wondering what maniac had a fetish for allen keys while Jessa stood by, gaily bouncing an armful of newborn otterdog pup. A thicktailed, black and tan ottery thing with impossibly green eyes, and the faintest tinge of red staining the fur down its back. James inwardly sighed and shook his head. He always felt a pang for his wife whenever he watched her with that child. The story she'd told him was that she'd gone out on New Year's Eve with a few of her friends, and split off from them somewhere, drunk and alone. Easy pickings for some Moreau asshole.

She'd come home the next day, panicking and crying and apologizing. They'd gone to the police, but as she'd apparently scrubbed herself raw in a hotel shower, there was no DNA to check. No evidence besides a few claw marks that it ever happened. And then there'd been the months of her belly slowly growing with that whatever hybrid that animal had put in her. She'd told him she couldn't bring herself to abort, and he'd helped her through the pregnancy, even let her dislocate one of his fingers in labor pains. And she'd weathered it all wonderfully.

He did feel a bit irritated that she wouldn't give the child up, but she'd said it wasn't their fault, and they deserved as good a childhood as she could give them. She'd love them as if it were his child, she declared, and give them everything she'd give one of his. And maybe, someday, she'd let him have one of his own. Sure, she'd been trying like hell to get him to get her pregnant before New Years, but the trauma had just ruined her. She still couldn't quite bring herself to enjoy sex the way she used to, she claimed.

He sighed and stood, walking over to his wife and kissing her on the cheek, then looking down at the otterdog pup with a sigh. He supposed this was life now, and he'd be the best father he could be.