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The last thing Mahiri remembered before waking up was realizing just how bad her landing was going to be. Maybe it served her right for going cheap on thrusters, but she didn't expect her entire ship to spiral into a series of catastrophic failures in the middle of uncharted space. The only option was to hurdle towards an unidentified planet, listening to the warnings bleeping deafeningly all around, and brace for impact. If she went out in a fiery explosion, well, there was nothing she could do about it. So she was thoroughly relieved to find herself regaining consciousness in a comfortable bed, her blurred vision revealing a hospital room around her, a faintly beeping heart rate monitor the only real sound she heard for a time. At least until she tried to move, and brought a shocked yowl out of herself as the soreness revealed itself.

Seemed it hadn't been the most peaceful of landings after all. She was strung up in various casts and slings, though a quick scan over her body revealed there was no serious damage. A little battered, a little bruised, and maybe a little broken too. It was nothing she hadn't been through before. Her stirring brought the attention of a nearby nurse, and one look at her told Mahiri she hadn't made it back home. Not yet. It wasn't some twisted alien, but there was something so otherworldly about the space-cat standing over her bed, with that sky blue fur and those amber eyes like shining streetlamps. Not to mention just how out-of-this-world those curves were. She probably should have been making sure she was safe there before slipping into horny thoughts, but she really couldn't help herself. That was one hot nurse, and she was hardly hiding a thing about her shapely form with her rather skimpy outfit. Mahiri ended up biting her lip just looking over her, though she snapped out of it when the cat spoke.

"Good morning, Mahiri. We learned your name from your ship when we pulled you out. I am Fina. Don't worry. Your injuries are not serious, but you will need some rest." Her voice was soft and soothing, and she spoke the language as if it had always been her own. "Welcome to the home of the Puwmarians. We did not expect your arrival - but it seems neither did you."

The leopard gave a chuckle, before groaning again. The cat held up a hand.

"Now. Don't move too much. You are welcome to stay until you have recovered. Your arrival is actually quite fortuitous - you're here just in time for the festival."

Mahiri quirked her head to the side, putting on as best a smirk she could through the pain. "Oh, a festival? Not the sort where you sacrifice outsiders in a big fire, I hope."

This time it was the nurse's turn to softly laugh. "Nothing of the sort, I assure you. Fire or otherwise. I think you will quite enjoy it. In fact, it seems -"

She had to stop for a moment, her eyes fluttering all of a sudden, then closing. She stood there, lost, enraptured by some sudden sensation. Mahiri watched with mild concern as the cat seemed to shudder and shiver all over, her tail lashing a few times before she blinked her way out of it and shook her head.

"Mm. Mmhmm. We're already getting started."

Mahiri tipped her head to the side, and then regretted it. She really was sore just everywhere, she was realizing. The nurse did a few checks on their equipment, leaving the leopard to admire her all the while. The leopard was hardly trying to keep from staring. She was lost and alone among aliens, left to merely guess at their customs and beliefs, and she probably should have been more concerned about her situation. But something about that cat's presence had a soothing effect on her, telling her everything was going to work out just fine. Which, for all she knew, could have been the result of drugs pumping through her system, but either way, she wasn't worried.

"Please, take some time to recover before you consider leaving," the nurse told her. "You are welcome to stay here until you are ready. We are all happy to accommodate you."

She'd only just woken up, but the first thing Mahiri thought about was slipping off for a nap. Oh, she certainly had responsibilities to worry about, people who were expecting her, deadlines to meet. But she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. She had a very convincing excuse in the form of being lightly mangled, her ship likely destroyed. That was something she would have to ask about when she found the chance, but sleep was her highest priority for the first day, and for much of the second as well. She relaxed, and found her every need attended to by that lovely feline. Even the food was good. Much better than anything they'd ever serve her in a hospital back home, though she hardly recognized what she was eating half the time. As usual, something she maybe ought to have been worried about just totally failed to concern her. She felt far too welcome among those cats, those Puwmarians, as if she was home among friends, or even family.

After a week, she was up and walking around again, feeling hardly any worse for wear. Everything functioned as it should, and her bruises had faded. If anything, she felt refreshed, rejuvenated by her week-long rest. Maybe she needed it. Just as she was pacing around, getting used to being on her feet again, Fina strolled in, tapping on a clipboard. She offered a smile, and Mahiri gave one right back. Of course she'd been checking out her nurse all week long, even flirting when she found the energy. Fina approached, and held out her hands, and Mahiri went right ahead and let the hot cat examine her. She couldn't help but purring, even when it was a relatively mundane inspection, feeling those tender fingers feeling her over, touching where she had once been bruised and battered, finding no marks, no pain, no scars. Mahiri had recovered perhaps unusually quickly. She felt like she could journey out and scale a mountain with the amount of energy she had, curling her toes into the floor, hardly remaining still while Fina did her work.

"Very good progress this week, Miss Morahan. I think you are feeling well enough to join in on the fun."

"Oh? The festival, you mean?" Mahiri gave the nurse a cautious look. "I have to admit. That's been a pretty ominous spectre haunting me all throughout the week. Can I ask exactly what it's all about?"

"Oh, you'll see. All good things. All pleasurable things," Fina assured her. "Will you follow me to the elevator?"

"I'm not sure if I'm dressed for a festival." Mahiri nodded down at herself, in that not-so-flattering hospital gown.

"That's fine. You won't need to wear anything down there."

A tip of her head to one side, a nibble of her lip, and Mahiri gave a lingering stare to the alien cat. She was still dodging around the revelation. A wise explorer probably knew better than to walk into a surprise when encountering an unfamiliar culture. But, everything about her stay had been so hospitable, so welcoming that she felt as if she'd already arrived home. She didn't rule out the idea that she'd been pumped full of drugs to make her more accommodating to the whims of her hosts, or captors. But they had already shown her great kindness. The least she could do was respect their traditions, whatever they entailed. Besides, she'd been bedridden for a week. Her body was aching, and not because of injury anymore. She was feeling a rising, warming, clenching buildup of heat and desire after letting her needs go unattended to for so long. Maybe they could help her with that.

The elevator was a relatively mundane one, leaving the two of them alone for a time, the blue cat humming to herself. Now and then, her voice shook, her whole body trembling as if she were being groped by a ghost, her eyes shutting as her hips rolled back and forth. Mahiri watched her carefully, still suspicious, but unable to help getting turned on at the sight. She was wetter with each floor they descended, the bumps and rumbles of the elevator's motion making her rub her thighs together. Fina snapped out of it when they got to the bottom floor, the doors sliding open, spilling a potent scent into Mahiri's senses in an instant. She was almost knocked to the floor by the sudden blast of that thick, sexy aroma sweltering from the chamber before her, left with her vision blurred and her knees trembling, taking some time to even register what she was seeing.

The room was dimly let with an enticing romantic light, candles flickering all around, burning incense only adding to the hypnotizing scent filling Mahiri's lungs. That was only a part of it though - mainly that enticing aroma came emanating from the many, many naked bodies writhing together in the biggest orgy the leopardess had ever seen. And she had seen plenty of them in her travels. It was wall-to-wall bodies, those many naked Puwmarians locked together in an extravagant display of indulgence. Fucking, grinding, licking, sucking, worshipping - there was hardly a thing their bodies were capable of doing together that they weren't already doing. They were grouped in pairs, threesomes, foursomes, and beyond. She couldn't even count how many of them were going at it at once, their voices mixed together in a cacophony of pleasure and orgasms, climaxing, cumming all over one another, only to continue, going at it all over again without stopping for breath. They were machines, and Mahiri had to admit she was intimidated, just trying to imagine how she could possibly fit in among all those perfect bodies.

It wasn't just a pleasure session, either. They were clearly breeding. She could tell that much just by looking at the swollen bellies some of them were sporting. Some of them just looked a little plump, while others were rounded out to the point they looked like they were days away from birth. And that hardly seemed to slow them down much. They were just as horny as the rest. Among the others, they were the queens of the orgy, the other cats gathered around the most heavily pregnant of the cats, worshipped by the others with rubbing, stroking, admiring palms and tongues alike. Everyone treated their plump bellies with care, despite the ferocity of the fucking going on around them, pleasuring the bearers of offspring as if in silent thanks for their service. They got licked, sucked, and simply massaged, surrounding the impregnated Puwmarians with purrs and adoration, letting them be the centres of focus where they hadn't just grouped off elsewhere to rut each other silly. Mahiri was dazed just watching such displays of depravity, hardly knowing where she was supposed to start, or if a distinctly not-blue cat like her would be welcome. She'd been invited, but yet still those doubts remained.

Thankfully, Fina guided her along. Or at least, she thought it was Fina. Behind her, that kindly nurse had been instead replaced by a taller, thicker feline of a darker fur tone, her bare bust resting right atop Mahiri's head as she reached down to rub the leopardess' shoulders. She tilted her head back to get a better look at the new acquaintance, smirking a little.

"Oh, hello there. You seem to be exceptionally soft. Where's Fina?"

"She is nearby. I am Fino. I hope you have been enjoying your stay. We don't expect repayment for your care. But perhaps you might be inclined to give us a gift. A contribution, that is."

Mahiri turned herself around, looking up at the big cat. And then down, at the impressive tool she was sporting, so casually firm right in front of her, thumping away with the steady pace of her heart. She looked so silky, so soft, yet throbbed so fiercely. The leopard was about ready to do anything she wanted, though she did have to make sure she knew what she was agreeing to first at least.

"What sort of contribution might that be?"

"To us. Our home. Our numbers." Fino lowered her head, and gave a sly smirk. "Our gene pool."

Her cock gave a particularly excessive twitch for emphasis in that moment, drawing Mahiri's eye. She wasn't bothering to stop staring. Part of her knew it should have been a heavier decision, something should have spent time considering, but her body was giving her every possible sign to just roll with it. To let herself be taken, to be claimed and bred by that exotic alien cat, whatever the consequences. She didn't see it, but the whole room was looking at her in those moments, the orgy frozen as the anticipation mounted, the leopard quivering where she stood, her little gown feeling incredibly out of place with every passing moment. Her first thought was to remove it, carelessly letting it fall aside to reveal her fully naked form. Only after half a minute's silent consideration did Fino speak again

"You may think about it. Have a touch. Perhaps a taste." She reached out to run her fingers through the silky crimson locks of the leopard. "Know that your body will take to our seed differently than you might expect. It is shorter. Gentler. Nothing to fear."

Mahiri hardly needed the reassurance. She was ready to throw herself at that cat, dripping wet, clenching tight until she was wobbling where she stood. Rather than bother stammering out a reply, she let her body do the talking for her, slinking forward, pressing her cheek against the blue cat's bust before slipping lower. She soon got her tongue involved, swiping down that azure fur for a good, deep taste of the pheromones that were already driving her wild. Once she got her tongue tingling across the base of Fino's dick, she was startled not just by the moan slipping from the blue cat's lips, but from the collective gasp and groan emanating from what sounded like every other Puwmarian behind her, the noise growing to a collective shout for a moment, as if she'd licked everyone in the room at once.

She wasn't going to let such strangeness distract her from the taste lingering on her tongue. She wanted more. Soon it was hardly just a sampling, but a thorough tasting and slathering, drooling on Fino's dick as she worked her way down, swiping and massaging every single detail she could get at. Soon she was working her way to the tip, cleaning up the excess of pre with the surface of her tingly tongue. Normally she might have been gentle with such a textured slurp, but she couldn't find it in herself to hold back then. She just kept licking, working back and forth, getting an early sample of that musky treat on her tongue. Maybe it was narcotic, or mind-controlling, or maybe it just tasted really damn good. Either way, she wasn't holding back. She was wrapping her lips around the head of that thick shaft without a second's hesitation, schlurking her way along until she was swallowing the very tip, letting her gulping throat massage at its pulsing girth while she drank the juices right from that flexing cockslit.

"Ohhh, Mahiri... you are too kind," Fino told her, rubbing at her scalp with her fingertips.

All around, that moan was mirrored by a hundred voices, some of them muffled, others ringing clear. The orgy ramped into overdrive, bodies moving faster, harder, rutting against one another with a ferocity that would have intimidated Mahiri if she was remotely focused on anything but the taste and sensation of that exotic cock sliding back and forth over her outstretched tongue. She pursed her lips tight as she sucked Fino off, her eyes shut tight to let her focus and relax. It came natural to her, even for all that girth, until she was pressing her nose firm into the crotch fur of the blue cat standing above her, smothering herself in the most potent source of that scent she so adored. The only thing that could give her pause was the opportunity to mash deeply into that short-furred crotch, rubbing her face all over until she could gasp her way back to the tip, finally breathing clearly again after swallowing several inches of thick shaft.

She would have happily gone all the way, sucking that delicious cock until she had a mouthful of exotic alien spunk. The taste was already on her lips, her tongue, running down her throat, driving her but Fino stopped her before she could go wild. She touched the leopardess' head gently at first, then nudged her back a little more firmly, urging her off that succulent shaft, leaving her drooling and glistening with the mess she'd worked up. It wasn't clear how much of it was her own saliva and how much was the pre she'd milked out with the talented application of her mouth all around that girthy member. She licked her chops and gave a purr, along with a happy little giggle when she saw the big blue cat waving a finger at her.

"Now now. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but that's not how it works." She reached beneath Mahiri's arms and helped her up to her paws, steadying her when her balance wobbled. Her voice grew lower. "Does the leopard have a favourite position for being bred?"

Mahiri broke into a great big grin, and simply stood there, leaning against Fino, rumbling like an engine. She shook her head.

"A position? Oh that hardly matters to me. Just take me. However you like."

Her voice was quivering by then, intoxicated on the cocktail of pheromones wafting all around her. The orgy was only growing more intense, more heated. She could feel the scents clinging to her fur, bringing her into a trembling, twitching heat. Her juices were running down her thighs, leaving her pussy glistening brightly in the limited light, wafting out an aroma of pure need. There was nothing she wanted more than to get fucked by that big cat, and she wasn't hesitating a moment, no matter what the consequences for letting that cock bury itself balls deep in her sopping wet cunt.

"Very well," Fino said with a little smile, and she took charge.

Mahiri could barely stand on her own two paws by then, but Fino made sure to help with that. She took the leopard by the hips and held her in place, lifting her right up until she was just barely balanced on the tips of her toes. A swish and Fino turned her around, pulling her back against her bosom, letting her rest her raised, spotty tail atop the blue cat's shoulder. That made for the perfect position to bend her over just a little, letting that plump kitty cock slide between her thighs, grinding smoothly along her fur, smearing that trickling pre along her spots before smoothly grinding along those soaking lips. Up and down she went, until the leopard couldn't help but yowl, letting her jaw drop open and clenching her eyes shut tight, that shrill sound rising sharply from her throat, wordlessly begging that Fino didn't keep her waiting any longer. They both knew what she needed.

A slick slide and Fino was spreading her out, stretching her with the heat of that thick shaft. She might have been a lot to handle for the curvy leopard, but she just seemed to fit. Or maybe Mahiri was just horny to the point she was ready for anything. A satisfied sigh escaped her after her initial gasp, sinking down on that cat cock with an extended mrowl, moaning her way to halfway down that entire length. She kept her eyes closed, soaking in the sensations, listening to the lewd symphony of her own oozing sex squelching around those inches, along with all the many moans and thumps as that festival of indulgence continued all around her. They were going faster, harder, moaning right along with her until they were starting to sound like an echo of her own voice. And that was all just a matter of getting Fino inside her, thudding her balls firmly to her backside, letting her dick throb within those fertile depths a while until Mahiri was clenching down on her with need. Contractions like those were tight enough that Fino had to hold back on cumming inside the leopardess right that very moment, the room mimicking the gasp that escaped her as she restrained herself.

There was no more holding back. She had a good feel for the insides of that pretty kitty, and she was going to fill them. One slow, slick slide back, slurping her way back out of that tight pussy, and she was primed to wetly thrust her way back inside. A smack of balls to Mahiri's body, and her whole form was jiggling, breasts bouncing with the firm impact. Fino wasn't rough with her, but she was firm. A steady, precise thudding, fucking her slick sex at a sustained pace, and the both of them were purring for each other, one-upping the rumbles as the room moaned right along with them. Fino's dick fucked her just right, fitting perfectly, hitting all those sensitive spots to make her even wetter, make her clamp down even tighter, dangling there in the blue cat's grip, not even able to balance her own weight. That hardly mattered, when she had two hands firmly around her hips, keeping her exactly in place for that juicy mating.

Holding Mahiri up worked well enough, keeping her thudding down on Fino's dick hard with every thrust. But it wasn't the perfect position for rutting her silly. That was what she really needed. Fino could tell, feeling that kitty squeezing on her, bumping back against her hips, trying to fuck herself on that breeding tool, but largely helpless to do much dangling in the air like that. So she just gave a smirk, and leaned in close, pressing her lips against the back of Mahiri's neck, kissing, licking, then finally nibbling. It was a subtle thing, only lightly applying her teeth to the leopard's loose scruff, but it was enough to get her squirming, kicking her legs through the air, squirming on that cock, then squirming all the more from the self-inflicted pleasure of grinding all over that pumping dick inside her.

Such a wriggling cat was difficult to hold on to, and Fino could have kept clutching her all the way to orgasm, fucking her as she writhed her way to climax, yowling and purring and moaning seemingly all at the same time. But instead, she slowly moved to set Mahiri down, placing her on the floor, letting her get settled. The leopardess quickly took to a needy position, her back arched, her palms planted in place as she rowled out in delight, keeping her tail lifted high, that dick still plunged deep inside her. Fino shadowed her whole spotted form, covering her with her curvy bulk, finding a perfect place for her hands in the form of the leopard's jiggling bust. The heat of the moment had her tits even more sensitive than usual, a mere touch enough to make her gasp. When Fino squeezed deep into those squishy curves, Mahiri was crying out, nearly screaming. It sounded distressing at first, but all those cats knew well the sound of a happy feline, even as she screeched her way through the bliss she was feeling.

That position was perfect for pounding her, and she encouraged it all with consistent yowls, planting her palms firmly to buck back at Fino while she got fucked hard. She could already feel her body doing things. It was more than just the need to cum. She could feel a warmth inside her, a constant, clenching, burning need that left her trembling with every sloppy schlurp and smack of that relentless rutting. There was nothing she needed more than a load of cum inside her womb, her heat launching into its fullest, wettest, furnace-like state as she clamped down on that cat cock like she was never going to let it go. She certainly had no intention of every relaxing until she had that load filling her belly, stretching her, swelling her, breeding her. And Fino just kept going faster, her pace growing reckless, pounding away at that cunt until she was splashing juices all over the both of them from the sheer force of it.

Mahiri couldn't control herself. She was going nearly feral with the urge to get knocked up by that alien. It might not have looked as an exotic interspecies pairing as it really was. But she couldn't wait to be impregnated, to the point she was launching herself back against Fino, spanking her own ass against the blue cat's hips while she broke into some room-filling, ear-splitting snarls as her lust reached a peak. It could hardly be called aggressive, though the need burning away inside her wasn't going to wait much longer to be fully satisfied. She clawed the floor, she lunged, she thrust, and Fino kept pace with her all the while, fucking smoothly, ceaselessly, never throbbing away thickly as she plunged as deep as she could reach. Her pace grew less steady, less even, instead just becoming a wild pounding, a harsh, animalistic fuck while the whole room exploded with what sounded like a single collective climax.

It was deafening. Those snarls and screams all around her left Mahiri stunned, but she wasn't going to let that distract her from the pleasure. She did her best to one-up them all, her roar of ecstasy cutting through the noise at first, though even that ended up mostly drowned out by all the other cats, cumming in unison. Fino went right along with them, lunging forth with a particularly harsh squeeze of the leopard's tits, digging her fingers in deep to the sensitive flesh while she rowled in Mahiri's ear. There really was no holding back, no possible way to keep from climaxing when she was surrounded by that much sexual energy. She felt herself going tighter than she ever had before, her body working to make absolutely certain she got all the seed inside her, feeling that cock bulging, twitching, and finally bursting inside her, stuffing her with cum, letting it gush until she overflowed. Her rapid contractions just milked even more out of Fino's dick, until she was overflowing faster than she could swell, her belly sagging and stretching, filling out with the sheer volume of fresh, hot jizz being pumped into her fertile cunt, slopping and splattering down the back of her thighs, pooling beneath her.

Mahiri kept on clenching, her climax going on and on, leaving her twitching all over until she finally collapsed. Fino caught her before she collapsed, pulling her up against her chest, stroking her, rubbing at her growing belly. It was a suitable preview of the swelling to come. Mahiri knew in an instant she'd been knocked up, that the seed had taken inside her. There was such a potency to the load sloshing through, breeding her, ensuring she would bear the offspring of the lovely alien. However it worked. She wasn't thinking about the details. She was simply focused on the glowing sensation that came after her climax, that full-body flood of tingly bliss, making every mere breath on the back of her head like ecstasy, leaving her shivering in delight as she settled into a purr so powerful she was almost tickling herself, vibrating away in Fino's affectionate grasp.

She closed her eyes for a time, simply focused on the sensations. Fino purred right with her, as did many of the other cats. She heard them shifting, felt their presence looming over her as she cuddled in that post-coital high, but she didn't expect there to be so many of them when she opened her eyes again. They'd completely surrounded her, gathered all around to leave her staring dreamily up at all those pretty yellow eyes gazing at her. They wore similar smiles, rubbing at themselves or simply watching her, their scents combining into one. Their voices too were similar to the point she could hardly tell who was speaking, her eyes flitting through the crowd, following their sentences from one mouth to another. Each of them seemed to know exactly what the other was going to say next, becoming one unified voice of welcoming and comfort.

"You are going to make such a fine contribution to our gene pool," one Puwmarian said.

"Yes. And anything you need. Your every desire. We will be there to attend to it, while you grow for us." Several of them spoke at once to complete that statement.

Fino leaned in and licked Mahiri on the ear, squeezing her all over. It was just a little pressure, but that was enough to make the leopard gush a little more, that excess cum squirting out of her, just for how full she was. It wasn't anything that kept her from purring as the breeder spoke.

"And just because you're now knocked up, doesn't mean we're done with you."

It wasn't spoken as a threat, but as a promise. Mahiri looked around at all those lovely bodies, many of them matching or close enough. They moved like a coordinated dance group, synchronized as they stroked their cocks with one hand, and squeezed their breasts with the other, moaning to the leopardess, even whispering her name with unified voices dripping with lust. Fino pulled from the leopard's sex, and even dripping with seed, Mahiri was already feeling herself growing wet again, clenching, dripping, rumbling with a rising need. She couldn't even properly count how many people were gleaming at her, flashing those teeth in those sexy grins. They were lined up, shoulder to shoulder, packed all throughout the candlelit room, many of them dripping with fluids but still pulsing with desire. They all wanted her, to take her, to please her, maybe even to leave her more bred than she already was. If it worked like that. All Mahiri could do was lick her lips, squirming as she slowly rose to her knees, surrounded in moments by half a dozen cocks at once, taking her first lick. This was going to be a long night. But she was going to enjoy her stay in Puwmarian hospitality.

"Relax, Mahiri." Fino was still with her the whole time, serving as the comforting, familiar figure amid all those strangers. "We will take good care of you. And you are welcome to stay with us for as long as you wish. I think we're all in agreement when I say we would love to keep you all to ourselves."

***

Pregnancy was a gentle process, leaving none of the discomfort that might have come with an ordinary experience. It was a matter of weeks, and then she was looking at the precious faces of three young Puwmarians, and one spotty hybrid, blue and covered in the distinct markings of her mother. The purebreds looked much like their 'father', but Mahiri could have sworn she saw some of herself in them too. Maybe it was the look in their eyes, or they way they mewled. They grew up faster than she could even believe, leaving the infant hybrid in the dust, the days rolling by, their infancy vanishing as they rushed through the stages of maturity in a matter of days, rather than years. They seemed almost to raise themselves, learning language and the necessities of life without hardly any assistance from their mother, even assisting her with the care for the still-young hybrid leopardess Mahiri had birthed. They tended to the home while she relaxed and breastfed the tiny hybrid, gazing out the window at the structure of the alien society she had so unexpectedly joined.

She wasn't even thinking about getting back home anymore. She was home. Their society had everything she could have possibly needed, their resources plentiful, their luxuries exotic and intriguing. And they still treated her like an honoured guest, each day. Fino came by often to attend to her, to massage and soothe her. Fina too, still acting like her nurse, making sure she was doing well and had everything she and the offspring needed. They'd given her a home, a life, and they never seemed to lack for patience, no matter how needy she proved to be. There was still much she needed to learn about their culture, their history, and the curious way they all seemed to share information without ever needing anything so primitive as computers or other technology. Sometimes she felt out of the loop, but her new family and friends were there for her, ensuring she never felt lost, even for a moment.

They assured her she was welcome for as long as she needed. But she had to wonder if that meant for good. Maybe she was going to have to ask them about it. Maybe this was her life now. But by the time she was looking at three fully-mature, gorgeous Puwmarians who were her offspring, she was already getting knocks at her door, taps at her window. She received messages suggesting increasingly salacious things, from innocent inquiries into how she was feeling, to more explicitly flirtatious expressions of desire. They wanted more. They wanted to mate her and pleasure her over and over, to keep her genes circulating in the city, to turning her into a breeding slut for them all to use, one by one. Her life was one of indulgence, of pleasure, of everything she'd ever wanted. Of course she was going to stay right where she was, among her new family. Which was only going to grow larger the more and more she was knocked up by those thick Puwmarian cocks.