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The otter sat by her computer, tapping her claws against the worn hardwood desk. If the commissions were going to be this slow, she figured, she'd have to take any job, and she didn't much fancy the idea of working as a cleaning lady. Writing vivid, hedonistic smut was much better aligned with her talents.

There was an option that she figured could, perhaps, entice people into commissioning her. Real-life pictures! There was a little problem with that, namely that she didn't particularly want her real life self to be associated with her lewd, alluring alter ego. Yet, desperate times called for desperate measures. She sighed, pulling her shirt up just enough to bunch up under her modest breasts, hopefully making them look bigger than they actually were.

What else did the boys like, again? Oh, right. She unbuttoned the shirt down to her cleavage. Turning on the webcam, she tried a few poses, holding her arms close to her torso, pushing her chest out. None of it felt terribly natural, though there was certainly a naughty thrill knowing that someone might get all excited. Hopefully, excited enough to commission her!

She struck a sultry smile and set the camera to take a few pictures, making her best attempt at bedroom eyes. None if it really worked terribly well, or so she thought, at any rate. Her mustelid muzzle was too wide, her nose too big and silly, ears not visible enough to give that dramatic look all the canines had. The foxes especially. She was mildly jealous of them.

Regardless, with the photos taken, she promptly uploaded a couple of them onto her writing website, along with a small notice about being open for commissions. After that, it was only a matter of waiting, hopefully. She did have a small crowd of followers, after all.

With that out of the way, her attention shifted to what it always shifted to this time of the year, regardless of how much she tried to avoid it. That puffy, itchy sensation between her legs. It'd started yesterday, and it was worse now; her heat was starting again. It was the catalyst for her most successful stories, usually the terribly indulgent ones about being bred over and over by strong, muscular males. Sneakily impregnated by cunning foxes. Pinned down and inseminated like a bitch in heat by a feral. Those ones. She shivered, remembering how she'd left a wet patch on her chair while writing.

Yet, as things were shaping up, she couldn't really afford_to write for free. She _definitely couldn't afford having a baby either, as much as her body yearned for it, though that didn't stop her from fantasizing about it, a paw dipping under the waistband of her jeans even now, a finger softly flicking over her swollen little pleasure-bean. How good it'd feel to just let it happen, let her body do what it was born to do. And all she'd have to do was lift her tail for almost any male and let them rut her, that was all it'd take. Let them pump the wonderful contents of their balls into her heat-struck body.

A sigh of mixed frustration and arousal escaped from her lips when she realized she'd already sunk a finger into her soaked slit, strands of her wetness clinging to her finger as she pulled it out. Yep, the heat's definitely here again. That would probably explain why she was feeling so slutty. Almost instantly, she regretted posting those photos, though there was a naughty thrill to it. One that left her wanting more. She knew her body well enough to recognize that it'd be trying to pull every trick in the book to get herself pregnant, and indulging in that just enough that she'd not feel miserable but also not end up with a litter was the tricky part.

Masturbation wouldn't do any good. Cock would, but it came with all kinds of risks, even if her partner was to wear a condom. And she didn't really know many people in real life.

Could always go to that adult book store, she thought. The one that her best friend, Summer, had told her about. They had a pretty solid rule about everyone having to wear condoms, or they'd get thrown out. On the other hand, while she wasn't all that attractive - just a regular, run-of-the-mill otter, she was still a she, which would result in a whole lot of awkward creepiness from the other patrons. They did, however, have gloryholes.

She could, if she wanted, just raise her tail and press her rump against one of them, and have someone - anyone - take care of her heat for now. Nobody would know who she was, she'd be just another needy, anonymous hole, and very few men would try to do any kind of trickery with someone like that. She felt her insides nearly cramp at the thought, how incredibly slutty but how it'd be.

One of her friends had actually recommended it to her last time she was in heat. Of course, she had also ended up very pregnant upon surrendering to her instincts and begging the stranger to take the condom off. He had gladly obliged, and right now she was still carrying his offspring, talking constantly about how wonderfully right it felt, how glad she was about having babies soon, and in particular, how much the otter should try it too.

Stupid hormones.

As if on cue, she heard the familiar ding of an incoming message. It was her, of course. Summer, the vixen. Probably realized her state of mind given the sudden additional lewdness.

"Hey otter! I like the pictures! :3" read the message.

"Gee thanks, are you going to commission me now? That was the idea," the otter replied, in her usual snarky tone.

"Yeah I figured and I might!" Summer replied. "ur in heat right now, right?"

The way she replaced words with letters always got on the otter's nerves, and she knew that. It was very deliberate, at this point, as things always ended up with friends; Summer spelled every other word correctly except for "u". She didn't reply, though, seeing that the fox was still typing.

"I'll commission u for a long story if u do that thing I told u about." came the reply, and the otter shivered at the thought. Though she was also a little annoyed at her friend for trying to take advantage.

"Seriously, give it a try! I'll even go with u", the fox added.

The otter sighed. She'd not get any work done in this state, anyway, not without getting some relief first. With Summer at her side, maybe it'd be okay to do it. After all, with so many males eager to please, why shouldn't she take advantage of that? She felt her panties clinging wetly to her mound, seemingly growing wetter by the second as she allowed those fantasies of taking a random stranger's cock. No, several, she definitely needed a whole orgy of cocks thrusting into her. Ugh.

"Well okay, but you'll not speak a word of it to anyone," she finally typed out, her hands trembling with excitement as she realized, fully, what she was about to do.

"Not a soul, u have my word :D" Summer replied, and that was it. They decided to meet up soon at that bookstore, which was inconspicuously just named "Books & Cinema," even though in modern days they were mostly a hookup spot with a few toys for sale. Who read books in this day and age? The whole notion of reading erotic material rather than watching it - or just playing with one of millions of eager, potential partners - was absurd, but the name remained. And, of course, they also had their star attraction that everyone knew was there but nobody talked about in polite company; the gloryholes in the booths.

The otter dressed plainly in black, nondescript clothing that concealed most of her modest curves. In the dim light, she might even be mistaken for an effeminate boy, and that was exactly how she wanted it. Oh, she would want to be taken as a woman, but not sticking out enough for anyone to remember her face was the goal. There was a certain respite in anonymity, the sense of not having to take responsibility for her actions.

She met Summer just outside. Unlike her, the vixen was downright scantily clad, bathing and luxuriating in the attention of every male whose eye she caught. Her pregnant form - what was it, four months now? - added a certain gravitas to that look, but took away none of her allure or natural charm. Not with a crop top that just barely contained her pregnancy-swollen tits, emphasizing her gravid belly. Or those shorts that didn't do much to hide the curve of her rump, under her bushy but soft-looking tail.

"Wow, someone's being all modest," she said, before giving the otter a hug, as tight as she could manage with her swelling belly in the way. "Glad you decided to take up my offer though."

The otter blushed, shushing her friend. She didn't, after all, want anyone to know she was here. Or what she was about to do. Or, really, that she existed at all, currently. The less attention anyone paid to her right now, the better.

They entered through the door, the glass of which was covered in posters to the point one couldn't see more than a very narrow stripe of simultaneously alluring and intimidating red light from the inside. The inside wasn't as bad as the otter had been dreading; it was worn, sure, and there was a faint sexual musk mixed with the tang of limonene from cleaning products. Behind the desk sat a corpulent old walrus, seemingly half-awake at best, though his eyes snapped open when he heard the doorbell jingle.

"Well there's a sight for sore eyes," he groaned, stretching. "You ladies sure you- oh, I know you, foxy."

"Yeah! It's been a while though. Have to be a little careful with, well," she paused for a moment, gesturing vaguely towards her growing midsection. "You know."

"Oh yeah, still no idea who the daddy is?" the walrus gurgled. It sounded a little like laughter, but mangled by years of smoking, drinking and unhealthy food.

"Nope, it's fine though, I can handle it. So my friend's in heat an-" the vixen started.

The otter blanched at the fox revealing her poorly kept secret. "Summer!"

"Oh yeah sorry, anyway, they'll have to wear condoms," Summer quickly added, apologetically.

"Like they did with you?" the walrus laughed, more clearly this time, running a few fat fingers down an even thicker tusk. "Well I'm sure they can't take them off if you keep an eye on the otter, so go right ahead, and have fun back there."

Normally, there was a charge for using the booths, but the walrus had long since realized that attractive women - and receptive men - drew far more customers than the age-old porn reels or even the booths with the gloryholes offered, and so, he let the two in for free, handing each a handful of tokens for the sake of appearances.

It did quickly become obvious that the relative cleanliness and order only extended to the entrance. The corridors inside were narrow and downright dingy, bare brick walls splattered with fluids barely visible in the dim lighting. It was perfect for anonymity, and the visitors knew it to be safe - as safe as getting rutted by strangers could possibly be, anyway - but it didn't feel safe. A sort of visual rollercoaster, mused the otter, trying to take her mind off the sheer depravity of what was about to unfold.

They entered the stall at the very back end. Several of the ones they passed had quiet grunts and moans coming from them, though Summer whispered that most of them didn't have gloryholes. Meaning the visitors were actually using them for their intended purpose.

No, the stalls with the gloryholes were at the ends of the corridor. The one they entered was where the vixen had been inseminated and impregnated, she told the otter, and added that the memory was already leaving her rather wet. That she was almost tempted to do it again, and might, even, once she's seen the otter get the same treatment.

She'd always been a little too forthcoming with her desires, and that was probably part of why she was now pregnant, and the otter wasn't.

Summer closed and latched the door behind them, and for a moment, they stood there, looking at each other; the fox seemed very excited, her tongue hanging out in a half-panting expression of vulpine enjoyment. The otter, in turn, seemed mostly anxious, scanning the room and the fox with her eyes as if trying to figure out what - if anything - she should do next.

Finally, Summer pushed a few of the worn tokens into the booth, and the screen flickered to life, loud recorded moans immediately filling the room. The resolution wasn't high, and looking at the haircuts, the 80s came to mind, but it was still, at least, porn.

"Hm, this won't do," Summer grinned, repeatedly punching the small, barely visible buttons beneath the display, and the video changed, first to anal, then to interspecies, and finally, to some kind of flick where the camera kept focusing on freshly seeded females, lingering lovingly on their folds, oozing with cum as males withdrew.

"That's better," she grinned. "Sets the atmosphere rather nicely, doesn't it?"

"Well, I'm not about to-" the otter replied, her thick tail swishing back and forth behind her "-let them do that to me," she added, though her eyes naturally fixated on the bright screen, watching female after female squirm in post-coital bliss as they were filled with cum. It was what her body wanted, too. But she could ignore that and merely pretend it was happening once she had a cock spreading her wide open. Claiming her.

She trembled as she eased her pants down, and the fox grinned with approval as she watched a few wet strands of arousal cling to her panties before wetly snapping.

"Okay. Now just raise your tail and press your rump against the wall," she whispered, taking a reassuring hold of the otter's webbed paw. "Let him use you and just enjoy it. I'll make sure they're wearing a condom."

The otter did as asked, feeling so very, very slutty as she pushed her hindquarters against that mysterious hole, feeling her dripping, plump lips squash against the cold, worn wood. Who even knew who'd be on the other side? The only thing she knew was that they'd have a throbbing, eager cock that'd satisfy her heat, and probably leave her just as pregnant as Summer if they weren't careful. It was an exhilarating feeling of risk, and she found herself wondering how it'd feel.

As if she was reading her mind, the fox spoke again. "You know though, you'd look great all knocked up. Didn't you always want bigger boobs? They could give you that," she murmured. "All swollen with milk, and all you have to do is let them cum inside you."

The otter shook her head anxiously. She couldn't deny how intoxicating the fantasy was, how badly she - or at least her body - wanted it, but the implications and consequences were just too much to consider. The line between fantasy and reality was thin, and becoming fainter and fainter, but it remained there, impassable.

"Awh, but I bet you'd love it. You'd make for such a good mom," Summer continued coaxing her. "And it feels wonderful to feel them fill you when in heat. Each sticky throb- oh, there's someone now."

The otter's heart was racing. She heard it too, someone entering the stall next to them. The one where he could access her readily presented and sopping wet cunt, freely offered to whatever cock wanted to plunge into her. Her hand cramped around the vixen's as she fought the urge to run and never look back. She heard the telltale sound of a zipper and the clink of a belt being undone, and then the soft sound of pants falling off. The otter swallowed, hard. Any moment now, she'd feel it prod against her entrance. Surely he could smell her, too, and if he could, he'd be rock hard by now.

"Just stay right there," Summer whispered. "You're gonna feel really good soon," she added, tracing her finger through the otter's short hair reassuringly. With her other paw, the vixen caressed the curve of her swollen belly, with a long gaze at the otter accompanying the motion. The otter was barely aware of her surroundings, however, with how excited she was. She almost jumped when she felt a finger brush over her heat-swollen folds, her juices squelching around it as it suddenly sunk into her, followed by another, prying her fertile snatch open for what seemed like a brief examination. She let out a muffled moan, feeling the fingers curl inside her and sending shocks of pleasure up her arching spine. Gods, did she ever need this.

Every touch and every sound felt far more intense than normal. The rapid boom-boom-boom of her heart racing, the white noise of blood pumping through her ears. The schlick as the fingers withdrew, and a quiet splatter of her gooey nectar hitting the floor. I can't be doing this, I can't, it's too much, what am I doing, I'm not a slut, I'm a proper, good girl-

And then her thoughts shattered into a million happy pieces as she felt a tapered, much hotter appendage prod at her readied sex. She felt herself clench with need, like a mare in heat, and instincts far older than reason took over as she pushed herself against the wall with primal desire.

Summer stood flush to the wall. "Yep, condom's on. You can just relax and enjoy it," she murmured, gripping the base of the otter's tail and guiding it to the side so she could get a better view of that beautiful, red shaft tease and tickle her best friend's cunt. Just like one had teased hers before plunging into her that night, months ago, and left her pregnant with a litter of unknown babies.

Of course, Summer knew that just getting rutted wouldn't do much to ease a heat; receiving that wonderful seed males were so eager to give was quite necessary. That, and her friend would surely realize how amazing becoming a mother felt, once it happened; every moment from those initial, almost intoxicating spurts warm and deep inside her, to her belly and breasts swelling, each little tingle of warmth and happiness. And the horniness, of course, which made it terribly hard to think about anything but mating more.

She might, or she might not, have visited the place earlier and placed one of those pictures of the otter on the other side of the gloryhole. It was obviously what she'd wanted, to attract a cute boy to breed her.

Summer traced a finger down the otter's damp split, brushing over her stiff and ready clit, and while those jolts of pleasure distracted her, she grabbed the cock firmly, rolling the condom off. It was only natural to let it happen like this, she reasoned, and exactly what her friend needed! Every girl wanted to become a mother, didn't they? Some just needed a little extra encouragement. Whoever was on the other side - or his cock, at least - certainly seemed to agree, a healthy dribble of precum oozing down the dangerous, uncovered shaft as it bucked forward just a little, seeking entrance.

The otter couldn't believe how warm the male felt. Condoms were much thinner than back when she'd been in her teens, and for a moment she worried he might not be wearing one. But she trusted her friend; after all, she'd been through what happened if they didn't. And so she remained there, letting those experienced paws guide her into position, presenting herself like some bitch in heat, heart beating rapidly as she anticipated the stranger's vulpine shaft sinking into her.

Then, there it was, an insistent, spreading sensation. She could feel her sex quivering as the tip of that breeding rod nudged between her folds, and she drank in the sensation greedily. Her legs felt like jelly as an inch slipped into her tight passage, and her body wetly hugged it welcome into her fertile depths in turn. It felt, already, like a cold glass of water on a hot summer's day, but she needed more.

"Good girl," churred the vixen, stroking the otter's head, and then her shapely rear, rather satisfied that she wasn't protesting or trying to get away. Even if her mind didn't know that the condom had come off, her body certainly did - and judging by how her arousal was drooling from her slavering cunt in wet, sticky strands, it loved it. The male loved it too, feeling that bare, vulnerable silken passage constrict around his length, caressing and massaging, drawing a guttural and very masculine growl from deep in his chest.

With a thump, Summer pushed the otter flush against the wall, sending the rest of the fox's shaft deep into her receptive tunnel. With that union complete, she knew there was no way their instincts would budge before she was well and truly full of that sexy cum, hunting for her eggs, and so she changed her position, prone on the floor so that she could watch that beautiful cock sink into her friend.

She was, indeed, loving it. Especially once the male began to thrust, pulling out and then slamming back into her sodden passage. It sent those wonderful, familiar sensations up and down her spine, that fluttering sensation in her belly. She was on a hair trigger, very sensitive because of the heat, and the feeling of her womb preparing to receive a healthy dose of life-giving seed - even if she didn't know that was what was happening - was pure, carnal bliss. And so she let out a moan before clamping a paw over her broad muzzle in shame, reducing herself to mere whimpers of joy as she let the stranger rut into her. To stroke that cock into her fertile body, already drooling sperm-laden precum deep into her.

"You could just imagine it," Summer whispered as she watched her friend's petals cling to the cock each time he pulled out, as if desperately trying to keep it inside her. She felt some of her wetness splatter onto her face, but she didn't mind, not with what a beautiful display it was. Just like how it'd surely been when she got bred.

"Just imagine that he's not wearing a condom. What a cute mom you'd be. How good it'd feel to just surrender and let it happen, the way nature intended," she continued, a paw skillfully flicking over the otter's stiffening clit even as another dove into her own pants to rub small circles over her own mound.

In her nearly mindless state, all of that did sound like wonderfully dirty ideas. Letting a stranger impregnate her. She'd been fantasizing of it for years, but it was purely a fantasy. One that left her wet and wanting, yes, but regardless - not something she'd ever seriously considered doing. And still, there she was, her heat-struck body not letting her move an inch, the neurons in her mind not connecting the deliciously raw sensation with the understanding that she was receiving a very virile cock bareback. All she could do was nod, moan, and shiver as the vixen's words sunk into her thoughts.

Summer desperately wanted to see it happen, wanted to see her friend receive that gift of maternity. Then she'd get knocked up again too, right after giving birth, and they could be pregnant together, maybe helping each other with the constant horniness it'd cause. Nnh. Her paw was sticky with her juices, the crotch of her jeans soaked with it. She wanted, _needed_to see the base of his cock throb as he inseminated her best friend, and her fingers danced frantically over her clit, plunging into her sodden tunnel, curling and thrusting, as she watched the moment grow closer. Already, the lucky fox behind the wall was starting to speed up, a slight swelling at the base of his cock beginning to show. No doubt he'd been expecting something far less than what he got. The scent of heat would make it obvious to any male that it wasn't a trick, he was actually getting to spurt his cum into an ovulating otter. A free, no strings attached shot at fertilizing her eager eggs.

Summer didn't know if this fox was the same that'd bred her, but the thought excited her tremendously, a couple fingers already plunging into her slavering, pregnant honeypot as she watched nature take its course.

Once it started, it happened faster. The swelling knot almost got trapped inside of the otter, but he managed to pull out with a wet pop_that sent her juices splattering all over Summer's muzzle. God, with how wet she was, this must've been _exactly what she wanted. She watched that wonderful breeding rod buck and knew he was already filling her friend with precum. Probably laced with his sexy little swimmers. She might be pregnant already, but the chances would be much, much higher once he squirted all that pup-making goop deep into her, his knot making sure none of it spilled.

Oh, once she knew how good it felt, the otter would want to come back over and over for more anonymous breeding, Summer could tell from how her legs were trembling, from how her breath was quicker and quicker with each passing moment. She was about to cum, but her heat-struck body probably wouldn't let her before it felt that successful insemination. Luckily for her, the male wasn't far behind.

The otter was thrusting back, frantically, feeling like she was constantly just one more thrust from a blissful orgasm. The sensation of that fat knot wetly slapping and grinding against her heat-swollen lips was beyond words, electrifying in a way that even the most romantic kiss hadn't managed. Her body was, despite her best efforts, begging to be inseminated.

With both her and her anonymous, amorous partner working together to let that knot slip in and all but ensure a successful conception, it didn't take long. Not with her pushing back against the source of bliss as hard as she could, and the male audibly panting as he kept rutting, slipping a little deeper each time. And then it happened. Her world exploded into little sparks of happiness as the enormous-feeling knot finally stretched her enough to get trapped inside her unprotected, quivering sex.

Summer could see his balls tightening. That beautiful little swell of his cock as it was mere heartbeats away from pumping a thick, potent load of seed into her very best friend. Making her into a mother, with a cute big belly and swollen, milky tits. Just like it had to her.

The vixen shuddered in orgasm, moaning loudly as her cunt clenched around her thrusting fingers, her wetness gushing out over her palm and soaking the front of her skirt. She couldn't believe how hot this all made her. Her muzzle hung open in wide-eyed amazement, catching much of the otter's juices on her lolling tongue, but she barely noticed or cared about that, not with how her snatch was milking at her fingers. But most of her attention was drawn to the beautiful act of conception just about to occur. And there it was; the first, heavy throb. She watched as the very base of the fox's cock throbbed once, and then several more times in rapid, rhythmic succession, her breath hitching as she watched the anonymous male inseminate her friend at the peak of her fertility.

The otter felt it, of course. Her body, at least, did, even if her mind didn't register the warm spurts of fox-seed splashing against her cervix. It set off some ancient response inside her; she was, after all, in heat, and had allowed a male to breed her. That deserved a reward, something to help her associate letting it happen with mind-melting bliss.

And so, the way the male throbbed inside her set off her own climax. With no room for conscious thought, or even words beyond a quiet, squeaky "Oh my god", it suddenly swept over her, her drenched cunt thankfully clenching and milking at the spurting cock, helping him pump every drop of his thick pup-making cream as deep as it could possibly go. Each ripple that shot through her quivering sex made her cervix dip into the thick, pooling cum, drinking deeply of virile bounty the male had offered to her. Welcoming every little swimmer to search for her eggs, to fertilize them and make her belly swell with the kits of a male she'd not even seen, guiding them towards her womb.

Oh, there was a lot of it. The fox had been saving up, hoping to find someone to pump that blessing of maternity into. And now that he had, he gave her every drop, pent up and rich with masculine potency, the sperm clinging to every inch of her insides.

She came harder than she ever had before, almost collapsing, but those same instincts managed to keep her snugly pressed against the hole in the wall, letting the beautiful, knotted shaft finish filling her with cum. She moaned, loudly, legs and tail both trembling in response to each tangible, beautiful throb against her lips and stiff, thrumming clit.

"-did he... did the c-c-condom..." she stuttered in a breathy whisper, as those ecstatic spasms and jolts finally ebbed, leaving her tied to that cock that would still occasionally spurt deep inside her, the tapered tip nudged just against the gates of her womb. The hot, wet sensation inside her impossible to ignore. In the depths of her mind, she knew what'd happened. But as the afterglow set in, it made it almost impossible to worry.

"Shh, don't worry about it," the vixen murmured, with a dreamy expression on her face. She stood back up to stroke the otter's back reassuringly. "Just enjoy that feeling. You'll look so cute with a big, pregnant belly," she added, in a hushed whisper. "You'll make a great mom. Plus our kids can play together..."

She didn't want to be a single mother. Hadn't wanted to, at least. Still wouldn't, had she any say in the matter, and she knew that she should've felt betrayed. But Summer's enthusiasm was oddly infectious, the words sticking to her dazed, addled mind. She found herself daydreaming in that floaty, blissful state, fantasizing of how she'd look when pregnant, how wonderful nursing some hybrid pups would be. How she'd have a family, with both her and the vixen helping each other raise their kids without ever meeting the fathers.

She was only interrupted in that maternal reverie by a slimy_slurp_ as the fox finally pulled out of her, followed by a gush of cum. There was no denying it, she realized, as her legs finally gave up and she collapsed in the corner of the booth. No denying that her sex was gaping, oozing fresh cum, and that most of it would be safe and warm inside her receptive body no matter how much she tried to squeeze it out. The sight of it sent another of those instinctive, pleasant shivers through her.

"Nh- we should go to the... the drug store," she panted, the logical side of her frantically searching for a way out of her impending motherhood, even as the vulpine seed inside her began to swarm her eggs. The fox himself quickly zipped up and left, with a very satisfied, appropriately foxy grin on his slender muzzle.

"Nawh, we shouldn't. You should go home and rest. Wouldn't you rather enjoy this curled up in bed and just relaxing?" Summer whispered, resting a hand on her friend's belly and rubbing along where her womb would be, affectionately. "Feeling that sexy warmth inside you, knowing that it'll do? You'll finally have big boobs... and we can come here more often since you can't get any more pregnant."

She kept stroking her friend's back, belly, and head, wanting to make sure she didn't go for any kind of plan B before it was far too late. Really, it was practically charity, wanting to let the otter experience the joys of motherhood alongside her. Finally, she helped her stand up and get her jeans back on, making sure to pull them - and her panties - on tightly to help stop any more of that precious sperm from oozing out of her. The proprietor of that shop shot them a knowing grin as Summer led her out and towards her home, rather than any drug store or clinic.

The otter was too dazed to protest. She did feel tired. She wanted to rest, not resist. With a few pillows under her rump, her body told her.

They hadn't even gotten home before the first of her eggs was fertilized, inexorably changing the otter's future. But there were more to go. And as the vixen tucked her into bed for a fertile nap - to let the rest of the seed take root - she felt nothing but a strange, maternal warmth. Warmth, and happiness. Maybe this was just how it was meant to be.

She rubbed her belly almost wistfully.