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Even though I knew what the only thing I could do was, I was hesitant. Hesitant and terrified. At least I was a fair distance away from home, still burning gasoline, so I had time to play out how I should approach the situation. Should I just admit to my misdeeds immediately?

"James, I've cheated on you," I'd say, looking as submissive and regretful as I possibly could. Not that I_wasn't_ both of those things, but I'd have to make damn sure it was obvious. I pictured myself with folded ears and my tail tucked between my legs. But how would the wolf react? I knew he wouldn't get_violent,_ nothing like that, but we'd never really talked about even having an open relationship. There was nothing for me to go off.

Maybe he'd just dump me then and there. Maybe that was what I deserved. That didn't seem like him, but he probably wouldn't like the fact that his little vixen had let someone else breed her. Or maybe he would. Maybe it'd really turn him on to imagine me getting mounted by other males, and he'd be all into the idea of sharing me with the hyena and others. Just the thought of that was enough to make my sheath swell despite the anxiety. It was wishful thinking at best, though. I couldn't imagine him being okay with it, somehow.

I went through the worst case scenario. James would be unable to forgive what I did, and we'd split up, going our separate ways in life. I couldn't stomach the thought of trying to find someone new, or of living in this shithole alone while doing it. The wolf was my rock, something steady I could always lean on when I needed balance. Everything I needed. We were soulmates, really, not just sexually but emotionally as well. Had I really thrown all that away because of mere lust? I slapped the steering wheel in anger. Yeah, the hyena was really good at pushing my buttons - in fact, the lowly, primal side of me already wanted to ride him again, to accept another one of this warm, virile loads into my body - but it was no excuse. Everyone wanted things in life that they couldn't have, shouldn't have, and everyone else managed to keep their dicks and pussies in their pants just fine. At least most people did, surely, even in the present day. Or if they couldn't, they'd fucking talk about it with their partners and reach an understanding. My own weakness felt unique, profound and overwhelming.

I pulled into our driveway, the throaty growl of my car finally ceasing with what seemed like a sigh of relief. But I felt like an alien here, like everything was made of plastic and this wasn't really my home anymore, nor would it be my husband waiting inside. I was an intruder somewhere I didn't belong, or maybe had belonged a long time ago, but it felt like I haven't been there in ages. I shook my head as I stepped outside, and took a deep breath to steel myself. This was it, the moment of truth.

James was sitting in the living room, looking rather drained after a long day. Sometimes, even he didn't have the energy to fuck anymore after getting home. Life took a lot out of you.

I sat down next to him with a sigh, and got straight to it. I really didn't know what else to say, and I knew he appreciated openness and frankness. I told him that I'd been unfaithful but regretted it, that I wouldn't do it again. His expression didn't change at first, but then his ears twitched a little bit. They didn't fold or droop, just... twitched.

"With who?" he asked, not showing any emotion.

"This... hyena, at work, he was just too insistent..." I stammered. I didn't know how to approach the situation when he wasn't giving me any sort of reaction. In a way, it was worse than him just getting angry, because at least then I knew how he was feeling.

He turned back to watching the television, though from the unfocused look in his eyes, he was lost in thought and not really seeing whatever was going on. That was the most uncomfortable ten or so minutes of my life. I thought I could see the corner of his mouth twitch, as it he was about to smile before he got it under control. He was absolutely planning something, and I could only hope it wasn't murder. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but he might hurt the hyena, and as much as I despised that cocky, sexy bastard, I didn't like violence. And I didn't want James to go to prison because of me. Finally, he turned towards me again.

"Invite him over," he spoke, agonizingly slowly. "Tell him I want to see him fuck you," he continued, and that was it. He said nothing more that night, beyond a grumbled "good night" when he went to bed, leaving me alone to stew in my guilt. What was he planning? Did he actually want to see that? I almost hoped he did. I wouldn't mind sacrificing my dignity if that was what it took to keep us together. He didn't_seem_ angry, but it was so hard to tell. The wolf had such a perfect poker face when it was required, his emotions and thoughts completely unreadable.

I can't really remember what I did the last hour or so before I had to sleep too. I think I stared emptily at the TV, with my mind feeling too empty, my emotions too drained, to really react to anything. Like I was just a shell, my soul having fled before the moment of truth. It was a bad tendency of mine, this disassociation, as if I was a character in a soap opera, waiting between the takes for an actor to return to portray him.

God fucking dammit.

The next morning, he was already gone by the time I stirred from a short, fitful rest. I didn't feel rested at all, but at least I felt like I existed, objectively, as more than a cardboard cutout representation of myself. So I had a few cups of coffee, and then a few more, until I was almost feeling normal, if a little twitchier than usual.

As I drove, though, there were more questions that had to be taken into consideration. What if the hyena wanted to fuck me again? Almost certainly, he'd try it, and I didn't know if I had the will to resist. I wasn't like... a slut, it was just that everything about him pushed all the right buttons in me to make me want to be taken. Just like James did, only I was familiar with the wolf, and the hyena had the power of novelty, which made him all the more seductive. I didn't know what the hell it was about myself that made me want to place my hand on a hotplate just because it was a _new_hotplate. I hated it. And yet, very predictably, imagining being helpless in the damn hyena's arms, even freely raising my tail for him as he bent me over in the supply closet or over a copying machine, letting him mount me again... well, it had me hard as rock already.

I had to take James' words at face value. There was nothing else to go on; he at least did want me to invite the hyena to our home, and if he did want that, he'd have to be okay with him fucking me. Alternatively, he was going to take his frustrations out on him. Also alternatively, he wanted to get fucked too - I wasn't much of a top - and this would be a good opportunity to let that happen too. There were just too many possibilities. Lost in thought as I was, I damn near ran over some raccoon who was crossing the highway, and that brought me back to reality again, and I focused on actually driving the rest of the way.

As fate would have it, of course I ran into hyena in the underground garage. I'd barely parked the car before I spotted him pulling in as well. I ducked in the car and hoped he hadn't seen that anyone was inside. He was driving some 1960s muscle car, because of course he would. Fuel consumption probably ten times higher than my modern convertible, acceleration a tenth of mine, but it was very manly, with a throaty growl that just screamed dominance and raw, primal lust. You'd have to be extremely dedicated to cultivating a particular public image to drive one of those these days with how high the expenses would stack. That was just the kind of person he seemed to be. Not thinking much, rather running on instinct and cunning, seducing and dominating his way through the world. Or maybe I was stereotyping too much. He had a job_here_, after all, so it was entirely possible that the rough exterior was just an act, and he was actually rather smart underneath it. How'd that saying go? Let people think you're a fool, and they'll be the fools when you prove you're not. Well, it definitely didn't go like that, but the spirit of it was the same.

He walked past me and towards the elevator that'd lead to our office. I waited five minutes - luckily I was the kind of person who was always early for work - and then exited, walking the same way. As fate would have it, though, I walked right into him, waiting for the elevator. There had been a brief brownout and it'd stalled, and we didn't have any stairs to and from the garage. It was a common problem, but why'd it have to happen today?

When he noticed me, his annoyed expression turned into a grin. "Oh, fancy seeing you here, vixen," he smiled. "I was starting to get bored, the damn elevator isn't working," he continued. "But maybe we could have some fun while waiting for it to start again?"

"I'd be late for work..." I complained. A half-truth. I would be late, but I had flexible hours. The hyena was new enough that he might not have known that.

"Oh, don't be like that. They won't care if their top worker is a few minutes late," he smirked. "Especially if he shows up in a really good mood, feeling warm and fuzzy and productive."

He took a step closer to me. From the briefest glance downwards I could tell he was already getting excited at the idea of a quick fuck before work. And gods help me, so was I. "Have you seen my car yet, then? I bet you'll like it," he smiled, momentarily changing gears, although as he led me towards it he placed an arm around my waist, possessively. Like he wanted to show me off. Was I actually about to get fucked in the backseat of a car? I was entirely too old for that kind of fooling around, at 38. But what else could I do? The hyena smelled so good and his body - brushing against me as he walked - was so firm and warm. My mind didn't want any of it, but my body certainly did. And I'd already done it once, already faced the fallout, what harm could doing it one more time do? That damned flawed reasoning. As if cheating on my husband twice wasn't worse than doing it just once. But it'd feel great, and the deed had already been done.

"My husband would like to meet you," I managed to mumble. "He wanted me to invite you over tonight or..."

"Oh? Does he want to get fucked too? Or maybe want to watch you get fucked by a real man?" my coworker cackled, in the most hyena way possible. I could tell he wasn't really expecting a reply, so I said nothing. He pressed me against his car, the hood of it still warm to the touch, though not as hot as the hyena's touch on my bare neck.

"Is your husband a fox too? A red panda? Something even smaller and cock-hungry?" he teased me. Red panda? If James was a red panda we'd be living in a giant mansion or a penthouse. When I replied with "wolf" I saw his ears_almost_ fold, twitching, but he kept up the facade of dominance.

"Oh, a big bad wolf wanting to be dominated too? I'll enjoy that," he grinned.

And then he shoved me onto the hood of his car.

"We can't do this here," I groaned as he lustily, even hungrily, began to undo my pants. "Someone might come in and we'll both lose our jobs."

"Hah, as if. Almost everyone's already at work and the ones who get here this late are the easy-going sort. Might even join in. You'd love getting spitroasted, wouldn't you? Sucking a big fat cock while taking my under your tail," the hyena continued teasing, and with a yank, both my pants and underwear were off, leaving me bottomless - and painfully obviously aroused - in public. My cheeks must've been burning with embarrassment, and my ears were swiveling around wildly, scanning for any sounds of incoming cars. Of course, there weren't any; the hyena was right. Everyone would already be at work.

I watched as he unfastened his belt and gradually eased his pants off, seemingly putting on a bit of a show for me, giving a demonstrative thrust with his hands on his hips. My mouth felt dry as I watched his underwear, clearly bulging with a growing erection, leaving a small wet patch right where the head was pushing against the fabric. It flopped over the waistband as he peeled off the overly tight boxer shorts as well, leaving the rather pink member in full view. It had a rather curious shape, with a distinct, almost purple head, wet with clear precum smeared over it by his underwear. I could scarcely believe I was turning him on that much. Then again, looking at my own cock, I could see a string of the stuff connecting the tapered tip to my bellyfur. Apparently I was leaking more than just a little.

His tool wasn't quite as big as James' maleness, but plenty big enough to leave me wanting it. If it wasn't for the constant burning of guilt in the back of my mind, I was pretty sure that I'd be loudly begging for it. As it was, my body was doing all the talking, and I made no attempt to resist even as he stepped closer, giving my flank a little slap before he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs on top of his shoulders. With how tall he was, that lifted me halfway off the car, with only my upper back still resting on the hood.

Rather than maneuvering his cock into position, he moved me, and soon enough his warm cocktip was pressed between my fuzzy cheeks, as eager to sink into my cheating ass as I was to receive it, and its sticky prize. There was no point in trying to hide it. With a buck of his hips, he sank into me, a blissful sigh escaping his lips as he claimed me again. I gave a high-pitched moan in response. I hadn't fully tightened up after the previous pounding so it didn't hurt, but I could still feel every contour where my hole was stretched out around his length. In public. In plain sight of anyone who happened to walk by. Gods, why did it turn me on so much? Just how much a filthy slut was I, getting excited by the idea of others seeing me dominated like this?

And why wasn't I doing it with my husband, rather than some strange mutt I barely knew?

His hips thumped against my rear as he hilted himself, balls coming to rest right at the base of my tail. "I can't wait to fuck you in front of your husband," he whispered. I could only moan more - biting my lip to quiet those involuntary vocalizations - as he began to thrust. The car rocked beneath me, suspension squeaking in rhythm to our mating.

Just then, we both heard a car approaching. _Fuck,_I thought. "Fuck," the hyena muttered. I thought he didn't care?

He picked me up, his cock slipping out. I felt horrendously empty, probably gaping down there, but it wouldn't last long. He toed open one of the rear doors and tossed me inside onto the very roomy backseat - it was one of those old-timey bench designs - before following suit and slamming the door closed behind him. The windows were somewhat tinted, so we'd have a little privacy, and despite the rude interruption, the hyena clearly intended to take full advantage of that. I rolled over and stuck my ass up in invitation, and in a split second he was on me, one hand on my head, pushing my face into the leather. The whole car smelled faintly like musk and spilled seed, and I wondered how many men he'd fucked in there. Was I just the latest in a long line of conquests?

Soon enough his cock popped through my tight ring again and we both moaned in relief. He was pinning me under him, his weight on both of my arms and his muzzle so close to my neck that I could feel his hot breath through my fur, ready to bite when his climax grew near. It was animalistic, frenzied, and uncoordinated, our bodies rubbing together spasmodically, like we were marionettes, the gods of instinct holding our strings. His thrusts were short and frantic, the car not allowing for much more than that, and my bare cock constantly slid and rubbed against the leather seats each time he bucked his hips. When I felt that sweet pressure begin to build inside me, I tried to warn him that I'd soil his car, but I couldn't speak with my face pressed into the upholstery, and he wouldn't have cared anyway. This was all that mattered for the next few minutes. A strong, dominant male and someone else's bitch ready to receive his virile seed.

My peak came quickly. There was nothing I could do about it, not with the hyena fucking me with such vigor and my cock rubbing against something at the same time. I let out a girly moan as my body seized, my back arching as I erupted onto the seat, most of my cum immediately getting stuck to my fur as my body was rocked back and forth through that mess.

"That's a good boy," the hyena grunted through gritted teeth, no doubt in his mind that he'd just made me cum, not with the way I must've been squeezing around him. "Here's - hnngh - your reward."

He slammed all the way into me and my eyes rolled back at the intensity of the sensation, the corners of my vision flickering as he bit into my scruffy neck, hard, growling and grunting. I felt his length twitch inside me and his body tensing up, and a few frantic, short thrusts later he let out a sigh, as if he'd been holding his breath. He throbbed, and I moaned, every atom of my body grateful for his strong, dominant seed flooding my slutty, submissive body. I imagined my belly swelling with his child - it wasn't possible, of course, but it was a wonderfully erotic image - and whimpered, wordlessly squealing joyfully at being bred so thoroughly. One spurt, then another, and another, before the heavy throbbing turned into twitching aftershocks, and I could've sworn I felt the heat of his cum covering every inch of my insides with rich, creamy virility.

Of course, it was only a moment of ecstasy. As the joy of sexual relief faded, that strange sense of disassociation came over me again. I couldn't believe I had so readily submitted to the hyena again. The world took on a rubbery texture, as if I was asleep, moments before waking up. I couldn't possibly be this easy, this weak. He pulled out and I felt his cum leaking out of my gaping tailhole, all over my legs and his car seat, and he didn't even seem to mind. I guess he liked the car smelling like every male he'd mated with.

"That's such a sexy look for you, vixen. Can't wait to see if your slut husband looks as good with my spunk dripping out of them," he said, breathily, still panting with exertion. "So what's the address?"

I gave him our home address, again feeling like I was controlling my body from somewhere far away, like a distant observer. This couldn't be good for my mental health. After we both spent some time recovering, we went to work, and just as the hyena had suggested, nobody really cared. Of course, it was hard to work while focusing on keeping my asshole as clenched as I could to avoid too much of his cum dripping out. I was sure they could all smell it, but politeness kept anyone from saying anything. It'd be different with James. He must've known I'd just get fucked again if he didn't do anything, so maybe he was okay with it? I couldn't do anything but wait and see.

The rest of the workday passed uneventfully, with me piloting my cum-filled body like a puppet. At least most of the work was more or less automatic, with me acting more like an organic conduit for information and technology. It didn't require much thought. I was give documents, and I inserted the documents in the computer. Easy enough, regardless of your state of mind, as long as you remembered to keep breathing.

Was this really all I was? A biological machine, unable or unwilling to be anything else. Something for people like the hyena to use for their pleasure, for society to use for profit? At least a whore had agency. I was entirely guided by whatever biological programming was in my genes and what nature and society thrust upon or into me. Could I be anything else? I didn't know. Was there any point to even feeling guilty if I didn't have any choice? Like with most things in life, I didn't know.

Soon enough, I was already in my car, driving homewards. The hyena had told me that he'd go home to freshen up and get some collars for me and James. I knew that wouldn't pan out the way he thought it would, but he didn't. The wolf didn't comment on the smell of sex that probably clung to me like a miasma, but acted as if everything was normal, which only made me feel more like none of this was real. We had dinner, pretending like nothing was wrong.

Or maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe he was fine with things being like this and I was just letting my anxiety get the best of me.

The doorbell rang.

"Go on, let him in," James told me. I still didn't know what he wanted, but I didn't have much a choice there.

I walked over to the front door and opened it, and to nobody's surprise, it was my coworker. Without even waiting for an invitation, he stepped inside.

"Nice place you've got," he laughed. "So where's your husband? Tied up in bed so he can first watch me fuck you and then have a go at him too?"

Wait, where was James? He'd been right behind behind me. Oh no.

"Oh, I've seen a lot of people like you two, there's no need to pretend you don't want it. Let's get to it then, where's the bedroom?" he asked.

I led him towards it, concern and trepidation building with each step. Now there was no doubt in my mind, the wolf was going to do something terrible. There was absolutely no chance of him being in the bedroom, presenting himself - although that would've been rather hot. Or would it? I didn't really know what I wanted. Maybe I wanted both of us to be the hyena's submissive cumdumpsters. Presenting myself for him to breed while my husband did the same. Just thinking about that made all the blood drain out of my brain and into my rapidly engorging knot. Sure, I liked the wolf dominant, but seeing him actually submit, seeing his grey, muscular ass leaking someone else's seed, that mental picture was hot as fuck.

Of course, I doubted that James would let that happen easily.

Instead, he stepped in behind us from whatever corner he'd been hiding it, and I jumped to the side as he locked an arm around the hyena's neck. Seen together, they were almost the same size, but James had strength honed by a lifetime of physical work, while my colleague worked an office job. Sure, he went to the gym, but for my mate, every day was a workout. He was outmatched, and I watched as he struggled for a good few moments before realizing that he couldn't break out of the wolf's hold with raw physical strength alone. He was cunning, however. I watched, as if in a trance, as he reached behind himself and managed to grab my wolf by his heavy balls. He must've squeezed them pretty hard, as James let out a yelp and his grip loosened enough for the hyena to slip out of the headlock.

"What, does that hurt?" he cackled, as he got his breath back. "Don't worry, you won't be using them much when you're a good little breeding bitch."

That_enraged_my mate, who grit his teeth and rushed towards the other beast, attempting to tackle him. I almost didn't catch what happened with how quickly it all went down, but he dodged to the side and swept the wolf's legs from under him, and he crashed onto the bed instead, the springs and wood both creaking in agony at the sudden weight. In an instant, the hyena was on top of him, and bit his scruff in an obvious display of dominance. James let out a whimper in response, and I could tell he was fighting those primitive canine urges to submit.

I should've stepped in to help - I could've probably pushed him off - but I was frozen, the strange terror-tinged excitement keeping me from moving. I had to see this play out in whatever way it did. The wolf wasn't the only one feeling those primal urges and instincts; somehow, the display of two strong males fighting for dominance excited me as well. Particularly when I knew the loser would get properly bred.

The hyena tightened his jaws around James' neck. It wasn't a damaging bite, merely one intended to make him submit. His hips were grinding against the wolf's rear, displaying beyond the shadow of a doubt exactly what he intended to do with him. My mate had undressed, probably expecting an easy fight and then getting to rut the hyena, but it proved to be a mistake now, with no clothes to protect his body. His muscles bulged as he pushed himself up, about to throw the other male off him, only to slump back down as the hyena used that opportunity to grab his sheath and shove him forward, which lefthim panting in a very vulnerable position, his chest flush with the bed and his ass upraised.

"Come on, you big dog, you want to be fucked just as much as your little vixen, don't you? You're just afraid to admit it," the hyena mocked him, letting go of his scruff for a moment, my mate exhausted.Dominant wolves weren't like cats, who'd stick to their guns until their last breath; they were dominant until the situation was better suited for submissiveness, and vice versa. Fighting for their position in the pack was natural for them, and those pack instincts still persisted even in our modern civilization. I could tell James was slowly succumbing to them, although he was putting up a good fight.

That's when I _really_should've stepped in.

The hyena reached into his back pocket, bringing out a black leather collar. The wolf must've heard the jingling of the metal clasp on it, because he bucked up as hard as he could, trying to throw the hyena off. I wasn't sure who I was rooting for anymore. He managed to leverage his strength and pushed hard enough that the two rolled over, the hyena holding on but ending up beneath my mate, his weight leaving the spotty beast wheezing. James probably expected him to try to get out, so he grabbed onto the bed, his claws digging into our poor bedsheets and securing his position on top. The hyena, however, had other plans, and rather than struggling he let go of my mate and instead quickly slipped the collar around his neck, clasping it a little too tight. This, of course, madethe wolf let go of the bed to try and unfasten the thing, and my coworker used this opportunity to grab both of his arms, preventing him from reaching. James looked over at me with a pleading look in his eyes, and I knew that if I didn't help him now he'd almost certainly lose, the collar restricting the flow of blood to his brain and rapidly weakening him. So I did what anyone in my strange state of mind would've done: nothing. Instead I merely watched as his strength gradually drained, a hazy look coming over him. Eventually, he went limp, and the hyena easily rolled him onto his stomach again, though not before hastily loosening the collar just enough so that James wouldn't lose consciousness.

"There we go, I knew you were a good boy deep inside," the hyena laughed, while caressing my wolf's toned rear. "Just as eager to get mounted as your slutty fox wife."

James could only whimper in response, too weak to resist the hyena propping him up into a good mating position, his rear end raised up and tail hanging limply to the side, revealing his fleshy black tailhole. The hyena spat on his fingers and ran one along the rim of that seldom-used opening, and flashed me a knowing grin, my painfully erect cock pitching a rather obvious, lewd tent in my pants. Why was this turning me on so much? I was about to watch my mate get fucked and pumped full of cum by some stranger I barely even knew. It'd_break_ him to let the hyena claim him and seed him, and burn the image of the hyena as his master into his mind. But I wanted it to happen, I realized. I wanted us both to be submissive receptacles for the hyena's wonderfully thick breeding rod, his thick, warm, and virile seed. And he wouldn't be able to blame me for cheating on him when he was begging to be creamed. Maybe that was the real reason. If we were both guilty of letting someone else fuck us, we'd be equal again. Twisted logic fueled by my raging arousal, but it resonated in my mind.

My coworker undid his belt and let his pants fall off. As usual, he wasn't wearing any underwear, probably having figured it'd just get in the way. He was hard and dripping already, his slick length glistening with precum that'd been smeared over it as he wrestled with the wolf. He was such a beautiful man, a wonderful specimen of pure dominant masculinity, his cock bobbing beneath him before it pressed between my wolf's cheeks, ready and eager to breed him. Leaning over my mate, the hyena pushed his head into the pillows, and slid a saliva-coated finger under his tail. James let out a muffled growl, or maybe moan. I tore my own pants off - and I'm fairly sure I literally tore them - and let my own modest maleness spring out, so hard that keeping my clothes on was outright painful. I wrapped my fingers around it and immediately realized just how wet I was with preseed as it soaked into my skin. Watching the scene unfold me had me leaking like a bitch in heat, despite the gnawing guilt over letting it happen.

My coworker let some of his drool drip down right on James' vulnerable pucker, working it in at the same time as he hooked his finger, pressing into the wolf's prostate - something I'd never had the opportunity to try out - and to my surprise that actually drew a definite moan from my mate. I felt jealous; if it actually felt that good for him - and judging by his sheath visibly swelling, even though he wasn't quite erect yet, it did - I should've been the one exploring that side of him. Instead, it was this viciously dominant stranger pressing all of those hidden pleasure spots for the first time, slowly but surely making him more receptive to the idea of being his bitch, of taking his cock and truly submitting.

The wolf's eyes were open now, a little bloodshot from the pressure around his neck, but half-lidded and unfocused. Docile, even. Like all the fight had left his body. He laid there, shivering as the hyena forced another digit into his rectum, and I moved behind them to get a better view. I could see his sphincter relax as it warmed up, accepting the intrusion, and I could smell his pungent, building arousal, his cock dangling semi-hard between his legs now, leaking clear precum from the constant pressure the other beast was applying to his inner bitch-button.

"You're starting to get it," the hyena laughed. "Every dog needs a master, someone to show them their place. Your vixen obviously couldn't fulfill that desire."

His words made my ears burn red with embarrassment and jealousy, but he was right. With that, he pulled his fingers out of my mate and moved on top of him, the tip of his cock prodding at his relaxed entrance.

"Tell me you want it, you big slut. Tell me you want to be claimed and bred," he growled, one arm clutched possessively around James' chest and his fangs so close to his neck that he must've felt his breath. He gave a demonstrative shove of his hips, his tip pushing against my mate's hole again, but not quite slipping in, just smearing his slimy precum onto the bare flesh. "Just let go of those thoughts of dominance, give in and submit. You know you want it," he coaxed.

And then his fangs caught my mate's scruffy neck again, and James let out a miserable, perhaps needy whine. I almost couldn't believe my eyes when he_pushed back_ against the hyena's maleness, trying to take it into him. "Mate me," he whimpered, in a tone of voice I'd definitely never heard before. It made my cock ache to hear him say that. "Claim me!"

The hyena did. He pushed forward with surprising gentleness, and I stared as my mate's untouched hole spread open, yielding to the superior male. The head popped in, and James let out a bark. I knew from experience that moment of sweet surrender when you knew that you were undeniably being mounted, the heated throbbing hardness burying itself deeper into your body utterly erotic. The hyena pushed harder, another inch slipped under my mate's tail, and the wolf's jaw fell open in a panting, wordless gasp as he bumped over that suddenly sensitized prostate. There'd be no going back from that, the fuzzy warm orgasmic pleasure of being claimed like a bitch, the way it'd envelop your entire body rather than just your cock, how it left you shaking and trembling after the climax shattered your mind. He'd be eager to get fucked again and again, I knew, and his blissful expression of submission confirmed it. That wasn't even the best part. The best part would come when the hyena finally gave that last lurching thrust, the victorious growl, the first throb of release, and then his dominant seed flooding the wolf's belly with hot, sticky warmth. It was addictive.

I didn't even know his name.

James was fully erect now, displaying his need. As my coworker began to really rock his hips, actually fucking him, a spurt of watery precum sprayed out from his neglected cock, seeping into our mattress like a brand of shame. But James wasn't feeling any shame then and there, only the rhythmic motions of their bodies working in unison for a bitch to receive a sticky treat pumped into his innermost depths.

"I brought you something special, bitch. I was originally going to use it on your mate, but I think you need to learn a lesson," the hyena growled, hilting himself into the wolf's rear over and over again. "The pocket of my jeans, vixen. If your dumb bitch mate didn't crush it," he told me between grunts. Obediently, I reached into the pocket of his discarded jeans - oh gods, I could smell their combined lust, I was so close - and found something slick, cold and cylindrical. Pulling it out, I found it to be a syringe. Not the kind with a needle, the tip was blunt, but a syringe nonetheless. It felt heavy, about the size of an average cock and filled with a thick, gooey white substance. The globs in it really left no room for doubt, it was cum, a little bubbly from being shaken around while the two males fought. "WARNING," read the label. "Read manual and consult a physician before use."

"That right there..." the hyena grunted, grinding his hips against my mate's ass, his buttocks clenching as he pushed in so deeply that it made his sheath bunch up at the very root of his member. He paused for a moment giving a low-pitched, satisfied growl as he simply stayed inside the hot, reluctantly willing body of the wolf for a moment before picking his pace up. "Man, your husband feels like he was made to take my cock. Weren't you, dog? You're my personal little submissive bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes," James whimpered, and it sent shivers down my spine.

"You love this more than you love your mate, don't you?" the hyena continued. "Being truly taken. Having a stronger male rutting you."

"YES!" James barked out. I could see his balls rising, tightening. He was close to cumming.

"You want me to breed you?" he coaxed.

"Yes! Breed me!" James whined.

And rather than continuing his merciless, almost feral pounding, the hyena stopped, and then he pulled out, his cock glistening with precum and saliva, my mate's ass lewdly gaping, like it longed to be filled again.

"That syringe is full of dragon seed. Pretty freshly harvested. That stuff's what allows dragons to breed with anything, even males," he grinned, squeezing James' shapely ass. My mate could only whimper in need, his own orgasm so close I thought he might blow his load without even needing further stimulation. But he didn't. The hyena wanted him on the edge, the arousal consuming his mind and with it, his ability to reason and protest. "It's going to make a proper bitch. You'll have a real womb for me to breed full of my pups," he continued. "Oh, you'll still be male, sure, but your ass might as well be a cunt after that. You'll even go into heat."

My eyes widened. I had heard of dragons doing those things, but none lived near the City, and I'd assumed they were simply rural myths. Could it really be?

"I want you to seal your mate's fate, vixen. Make him a breeding male for me. Be a good obedient fox and I might get you a dose of it too," he growled. "Slide that thing into his ass and make sure to squeeze every drop of it into his belly."

The idea of us both not only being his sluts, but his actual breeders - of our bellies swelling with his strong, dominant offspring - was almost too much for me. All of my fantasies, just within my reach. The sting of guilt was easily suppressed by the tingling all over my body, the hazy lust fogging up my senses. Like a zombie, I approached, clutching the syringe so hard I was afraid of it bursting in my hand. Despite his obvious blinding arousal, hearing that was enough to make James snap back to reality for a moment.

"Don't do it," he begged, struggling to move, but the hyena easily held him down, weakened as he was. "It's too much, I don't-" he cried, but my coworker clamped his muzzle shut and reduced his protests to a miserable whine.

"Of course he wants it. Look at how high his tail is hiked. Just like you, vixen," he told me, and while he was obviously lying, I didn't want to believe he was. The syringe felt heavy and fateful in my hands as I positioned myself behind my husband's prone form.

"Do it!" he commanded. "And then you can both be my breeding sluts."

I couldn't resist that, not truly. I placed the syringe at my mate's opening, slippery with the hyena's copious preseed, and pushed. It slipped in with no resistance, his pucker clenching around it. When I hesitated, the hyena ran a paw along my flat stomach. "Just imagine you both being heavy with my pups."

I did, and ignoring James' cries, I held the base of the syringe and applied pressure to it, the tip buried somewhere deep within his bowels. There was a wet _spurt_as the seal at the top broke and the incredibly virile draconic cum flooded into his guts. There was no going back now. I pushed and pushed, despite knowing full well what I was doing to my mate. He wouldn't ever be the same, but maybe we could be happy together. He went limp in utter defeat. I imagined the stuff reshaping his insides, feeling his body grow hot to the touch as the unseen transformation began to take hold.

I kept pushing even after the syringe was empty, and the hyena had to yank me away, mounting the wolf again with no further words, wet squelching sounds filling the room as he rutted James' sloppy hole with absolute abandon, and I watched his balls tighten with desire to add his own cum to the mix, ensuring that my mate wouldn't bear eggs, but rather his offspring.

James was broken. The hyena scruffed him, thrusting rapidly like a feral beast. All I heard now was moaning, the crying but joyful squeals of a bitch being bred. With a final triumphant growl, the hyena shuddered, burying himself as deep inside as he could go, and I watched as his cock throbbed, feverishly stroking myself to orgasm to the sight of him seeding my mate with heavy spurts, his very balls twitching as he deposited every drop of his cum into his suddenly fertile depths. My own sprayed uselessly onto the bed and floor, and I collapsed from the sheer intensity of those spasms going through my entire body, the sweet agony of my release. Howling out in release, James reached his climax as well, convulsing around the hyena's spurting cock, milking out every drop of his virility into his new - or soon to form - womb, where it could take root. His own cum joined mine on the bed, wasted, but in great amounts, soiling our bed as a final reminder of who owned him now.

When it was all over, the hyena gave me a pat on the head, promising that he'd come back with more cum for me. Sure enough, he did, and in a few weeks both me and James would be obviously pregnant with his children, happily cuddling as we waited for our master to come back and fuck us again. My mate never did recover mentally, and every time afterwards that the hyena came, he was first to eagerly present himself for breeding, tail hiked and belly swollen, at his happiest only when he was full of his warm cream.

As for me, the feelings of guilt soon faded away into the warm fuzziness of maternity. Things couldn't have worked out any better, I realized, as my wonderful mate drove his cock deep into me, over and over again, right next to my thoroughly bred mate.