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"Alright. Everything is set, so this is your last chance to back out. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, m'lady."

"Hehe... Come on, Jesse. You know there's no titles when we're talking consent. Do you want it?"

The rat gave a soft smile and felt herself blushing. "Yes, Susan. I want this."

She couldn't see because of the mask over her eyes, but she imagined the small 'hmm' coming with a smile from her girlfriend. "What's the safeword?"

"Spinach."

"And what if your mouth is full?"

The rat flapped her ears a few times.

"Perfect." She felt the otter put a soft hand under her chin and tilt her head back so that they could kiss each other's lips gently. "Let's go make us a baby."

Jesse felt Susan step away and she waited until there was a light tug at her leash. She obediently followed, still completely blind. Her hands were bound behind her back, tail raised up and clipped to her leash by a small piercing near the tip. And her body was completely naked and exposed. She could feel every brush of breeze over her white fur, along her slim B-cup breasts and through her nethers as they stepped from the house into the yard.

She took a step down from the small stoop by pure reflex. With each step, she felt herself getting more and more anxious as the plan was slowly and actually coming through to fruition.

They had planned this for several months, ever since Jesse had told her love that she wanted a baby. Science had come a long way, but it had not yet figured out how to truly convert a female egg into sperm, so they knew that the two couldn't have a child between them. And the thought of having it done clinically by selecting a male didn't feel like them either.

It was actually Susan who came up with the crazy plan. Both of them frequently attended sex parties, but they had always done so the safe way. So, what would happen if they did something like that, but without birth control? They could have males going crazy on her, and surely one or more would stick.

So, here she was. Bound as a simple pet to obey and use. She stepped lightly along the path, following as the leash was gently tugged to guide her. The park they were going to was one they frequented. There was usually at least one male around who was willing. A bonus of living in such a populated city.

She could hear a few chuckling and reaching out to feel her as she passed. It made her blush and shift gently out of reflex. Despite knowing this was all happening, she couldn't repress her inner feelings and reflexes. Because in all the time that she had fun, all the guys and girls that she had fucked, there had always been two things that remained constant: knowledge and consent. Taking away that knowledge and leaving her consent in the hands of her mate put her in the true helpless situation.

As she felt the grass under her feet at last, she mentally went over again the fail-safes that they had. Susan would still be checking each male for illness and to ensure them no parental assistance was required. They could only touch her with permission. And she had her safeword to make it all stop. That was as much as she'd get.

"Hey. Is that sign for real?" she heard a male voice say.

An image of the sign they had made together flashed through her mind for a moment. It was basic wood with paper strapped to it in a small advertisement. "Trying to Conceive. Donations Appreciated." She blushed again.

"Yup! The two of us are trying to have a baby, but obviously can't do that ourselves. Feel like trying to contribute?"

"Hehe. I think I might. The rat is rather cute~" She blushed again, head tucking gently at the compliment. Her tail moved to curl around her, but tugged at the piercing and wouldn't move. She heard them talk a few details, but ultimately she knew that this male would be her first.

"Oh. By the way," she heard Susan add. "She's not allowed to talk. Please be gentle, but use her however you wish."

That hadn't been part of the initial discussion. The otter was throwing her a curveball. But.... the control was so alluring. The rat gave a light squeak. "Yes, m'lady." She heard a few more chuckles before firm masculine hands took her arms.

She was moved down to her back. The man guided her legs apart, and then slid between her to fondle a breast. The rat moaned gently and bit her lips. A feral part of her mind twisted, told her to run away. But that was the feeling she thrilled. The man wasted no time putting his tip to her folds and sliding inside.

The feeling of the head instantly screamed feline as dozens of tiny barbs scratched at her walls. He wasn't her first cat, but the unexpectedness of it made her gasp. "Oh... I see the little bitch likes that."

She let out a small whine as he pushed to his hilt. "Ah... Yes, sir...." she moaned back. It did feel good, actually. The man took on a slow pace at first and she felt her form rock on the grass. Her breath was soon drowning out the sounds of footsteps gathering around. She could imagine some watching, some going to Susan to discuss details.

Her mind was so focused that she almost missed the second man coming up on her. "No, don't get up. I just want her mouth." A hand came around under her neck. "I'd suggest you take a breath and lean your head back.

She obeyed, again acting on reflex. Years of submission had taught her to follow, especially in positions such as these. As her head tilted, she felt a small part of her mind go blank. A warm feeling of simple mindlessness at the edges of her mind. Her subspace was coming, and she opened her mind to it.

A long, slim cock pushed into her lips. The taste almost made her gag for a moment as the pungent musk coated her. Whoever this man was, his cock wasn't the cleanest. But it wasn't a dirty taste or smell, just a strong natural musk. She was forced to take a breath of the potent scent as he slid down into her throat.

For a few moments, she forced herself to relax. It was hard given the rough pounding that was slowly getting more intense from between her legs, but tensing almost made her gag. The man in her mouth was good enough to back out every few seconds to let her breathe, but then he went straight back in. She gave little gagging sounds as he worked her.

A sudden flaring of the barbs signaled the first man's released. She flexed her belly with a squeeze as the barbs made her give a cry, gagging fully now on the cock in her throat. The second man pulled back and chuckled. "Easy, girl. Don't want you getting sick."

The feline panted and held himself as he dumped. Then he pulled back. "Thanks for the fuck." The words made her give a gentle squeak of happiness. She had done her duty. A mate well-served. She felt the last bits of her mind dwindle, held at the back of her head as she settled completely into her role.

As soon as he was gone, another male came in between her legs. She whined gently as her sex was again filled promptly and without word. She moved and pressed back at the cock in her throat, and the man took her acceptance to slide back down. But he didn't last much longer either. With a grunt, he pulled back and she heard him stroking. The first blast of cum hit her belly, then her chest, eventually dribbling onto her chin. She panted and moaned from still being rutted. "Thank you, sir..."

He just chuckled and walked off. She fixed her head as she rocked from this second man inside of her. This cock was impossible to judge by shape or size. It could have been canine or a small horse or even a bird. She had no clue. The lack of knowledge thrilled her inside and she felt her pleasure sharpen a little.

The mental stimulation pushed her as she felt his hands on her sides. His cock was veiny, grinding in and out of her sex. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him to go harder. A gentle chuckle answered as he picked up the force. Her jaw went limp as he suddenly hit her spot. "Ah! Ah!" He went again, rutting her just like that. She tensed and her fingers and toes clenched as she suddenly hit a climax.

But her pleasure didn't end. Even as she came, he kept going. This man had a bit more stamina, it seemed. But she didn't mind that as his fucking felt great.

"Alright, we're starting to get a line, so make sure you're ready to go by the time you get to her."

Susan's voice broke her focus for a moment. A line? She hadn't expected quite that. In her blindness, she pictured a row of men just waiting for their chance to have their way with her...

Another grunt from the male and he tensed, blasting her second hot load of cum into her. He waited a few seconds before giving her belly a rub. "Hope it grows well for you~" She whimpered gently, but he was sliding back.

Yet again, she was left for only a second. This time, the male took her and rolled her over. She was forced to her chest, tail raised. The double load was starting to ooze, and she could feel it on her legs and vulva. That didn't seem to deter the man, and he pushed in smoothly.

This one was canine, she knew. And from the feeling of the base, his knot was already swollen. He didn't even hump her really. He just pushed in and she could feel his hand working his knot for a few moments until another load hit her.

And so it continued on and on for what seemed like hours. She stopped tracking how many men there were after 9. Some were good and left her panting and moaning and some even getting her to climax. Others were rather poor or were too short for her to fully enjoy. That was the potluck of it, and that mystery kept her riding the high each time the partner changed.

As she was turned now and then to different positions, the cum became a thick layer on her inner thighs. She even began to get a bit sore. Without a cock, she couldn't feel her vulva. Only the stretch let her feel anything.

But that didn't matter to the rat. She was there to pleasure. To serve. She was an outlet for the males to dump their cum into and nothing more. And for each load she took, she felt the pleasure of a good job.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it seemed to end. The last male, a thick horse, stepped back and no one came in to replace him. On her back, she let her legs relax, feeling muscles cry in soreness. But she didn't protest like a good girl. She waited patiently as she expected the next to come up at any second.

She felt a familiar hand, Susan's hand, come to her shoulder. "Alright, Jessie. That's enough. I think you're done for the day."

The rat groaned as she sat up. "M'lady... Did I do good?" she asked, mind still feeling that blissful pet high.

"Yes, darling. You did very well. But it's time you rested." The rat felt the straps on her arms coming off. "Take a moment. Feel yourself. Does anything hurt?"

Jessie's mind reacted to the question. Some semblance of a stable thought process and the feeling of her subspace began to shift. "I... I think I'm ok. Arms a little sore, but not painful. My cunt feels stretched."

"Hehe. Yeah. It's actually completely gaping." She felt two fingers in her hole swirl around. Yeah, her sex was definitely loose. And, from experience, would be for a while longer. "But that's ok. Because we don't have to move. We're just going to stay here."

As she took her arms back to the front, the blindfold began to loosen. She closed her eyes, but the light wasn't as bright as she thought it would be. The sun was starting to set, giving her the first sense of time. It had to be several hours since they left the house. "M'lady... how long..."

"Susan," the otter reminded gently as she set the blindfold down.

Jessie nodded. "Susan. How long have we been here?" She looked around, but there were no males around watching at this point. Anyone who had fucked her was gone.

"Just over 2 hours. All in all, about 23 men." The otter shifted a little bit to a better sitting position with the rat's head in her lap. One hand pet along her belly. "I think that should be more than enough to get a little bun in that oven."

Jessie relaxed as she felt the comforting hand of her lover stroking her head and cheek. Times like this were when she felt most vulnerable, but also the most loved. Yes, she was a slut, open to be used, but this woman loved her for so much more than that.

She moved and rolled, holding her arm out. The otter smiled and slid lower, coming in to lie alongside her. The lovers cuddled there, with Jessie nuzzling in against Susan's breast and with legs softly intertwined. Around them, people passed by, occasionally watching them. But to them, the world was just them and the red sky of a setting sun. Two lovers and a baby-to-be taking life inside.