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It was another beautiful morning in the city. As beautiful as one could expect them to be, anyhow, the air hazy with both morning fog and the exhaust of thousands upon thousands of cars, full of commuters heading to work. Dotted in that vast urban sprawl were endless little islands of houses and homes, each with their own stories and histories, and in one of these, a wolf was stirred awake by the din of traffic as the rush hour began to wind up.

Josiah - or Josh, as he was more commonly called - stretched out on his bed, spreading his muzzle wide with a massive yawn. For a brief moment, he felt a twinge of anxiety about being late for work, before remembering that he had some much-needed time off and feeling all that tension evaporate from his body. He slumped back down into the warm, silken sheets and closed his eyes.

He'd been having pleasant dreams last night, and he tried to recall them. Of himself as a wild wolf, chasing prey through misty glades, forests, and fields. Not to eat it, mind you; what his amorous dream-self had wanted to do was very evident in how his blanket was tending around his groin. It'd been a deer, he thought, or maybe a gazelle, and he had wanted to-

"Mornin', sunshine," his partner murmured, scattering what remained of last night's dreams. Alice was a wolf as well, almost as big as her mate, but much quicker to rise, already getting dressed by the side of the bed. "Was it today that bitch was going to do a test?"

"Whuh-what?" Josh grumbled, having just about fallen back asleep and struggling to unscramble his thoughts.

"God, wake up already, you've slept like ten hours," Alice laughed. She'd been fastening her bra but then seemed to hesitate, freezing for a moment before opting to let it fall to the floor instead, leaving her generous breasts free as she clambered back into bed, and on top of Josh, slipping under the blankets again. "You know, that one you bred at the club last time? I'm just dying to know."

Josh almost always had morning wood, and Alice loved taking advantage of it. It helped that he generally struggled to reach orgasm at all in the early hours, which meant it was entirely risk-free. That, in turn, meant that she_didn't face the risk that her beautiful man saddled his more fleeting partners with. Namely, the risk of their bellies swelling with life, a thought she found incredibly erotic. Certainly, Alice didn't want any pups of her own, at least not yet, but the act aroused her to the point of dripping, sometimes. Especially knowing that it was _her beautiful alpha wolf who caused it.

He clenched his jaws as he felt her feminine warmth and wetness grind up against his shaft. That, if anything, always woke him up.

"O-oh, yeah. I think so," he replied. "Should be about-"

He tensed up as she effortlessly impaled herself on his cock. It felt like heaven, every time, and he thrust up to sink deeper, bouncing her on his lap.

"-rrgh, about time, god. You're very eager today, aren't you?" he finished, with a pleasured growl as his hands squeezed her gyrating hips.

"Yeah, just thinking about it," she panted, not holding back even a little as she bounced on his hardness. It'd just be quick morning fun for her, but no less intense. "Just imagining you tying with some clueless bitch," she murmured, pleasuring herself on his shaft. "And cumming inside her, god, all unprotected."

She let out a high-pitched whimper, clenching around him. One of her hands was already rubbing little circles around her thrumming clit, body clutching and clenching around him. "F-fuck, I hope she's pregnant, the little slut, nngh-" she stuttered, breath hitching as she rode him.

His phone chimed on the nightstand. "That's probably her," he groaned, reaching for it, only to have Alice pin his arm against the bed.

"No, I want to... want to cum first," she snarled. "A-almost there!"

With a happy sigh, he relented, letting her use him, relaxing on the bed as her arousal stained his crotch. She wouldn't last long enough for them to cum together, not this early in the morning. He somehow didn't mind in the slightest. Soon, she was rocking her hips at a feverish pace, chest heaving as she careened towards an orgasm, each needy clench and each pleasured expression on her panting face sending tingles of pleasure through his body.

His phone chimed again, another message received just as her back arched and she let out a breathy, howling moan, trembling in the throes of her climax. The way she squeezed rhythmically around him was almost enough to push Josh over the edge, but he was quite content with the erotic display of his beloved partner trembling as her orgasm swept over her.

"...mh," was all she could muster once it was over, rolling off him and leaving his aching cock pointing straight up, knot half-swollen, and his groin matted with her wetness.

He could only offer an approving rumble in response. All that not cumming right now meant was he'd be more pent up for tonight's conquest, whoever it happened to be. More likely to knock that someone up. He reached for his phone and flicked the screen on, with Alice laying limply next to him.

"Good news, I'm not pregnant," the first message read, and his heart sank. "Dodged a bullet there ;)" the second said. Josh felt more as if he'd been hit by one. He _knew_he shouldn't place so much of his sense of self-worth on how many women he bred, but he couldn't help it, those dominant wolf instincts were too prominent even if his rational mind understood them to be wrong.

"It didn't take," he sighed.

"Rff. You'll have to try harder," Alice grumbled. Though even as she spoke, new and devious ideas came to mind. She didn't love Josh any less, but having him _actually_breed his hook-ups and one-night stands was too hot for her to just forget about.

And so, as they both got on with their days, she thought about it in more detail. There were some options, though she'd heard of someone living around the other end of the vast city who liked helping couples with these issues. In the local personals ads, she'd occasionally spotted one that went along the lines of, as she recalled; "Young, healthy, and playful male eager to help singles and couples conceive [...] all of my clients are very satisfied, and you will be too!" There had been something else too, but she only remembered being thrilled by the idea in a vicarious kind of way.

During dinner, she brought the idea up with Josh, who was initially rather skeptical. He didn't want someone else to breed for him, but Alice went into more detail. Maybe they could convince the "donor" to do some trickery, for example to "fill a sabotaged condom with cum", or maybe even have him "cover your cock with it," since that way, the wolf would perform the act even if the babies weren't his. Sometimes, Josh was amazed at the kinkiness Alice could think up.

"I'm not gay though," Josh growled. He liked the idea, but letting another man spurt his seed all over his cock was setting off some deep-seated phobia.

"Oh come on, you can just close your eyes, maybe you'll even like it," she snarled. "It's not like they're going to challenge your dominance, just help you."

Granted, she couldn't deny that the idea of seeing - or at least knowing - that her alpha was playing with another male excited her as well. That wasn't, she told herself, the main motivation. Reluctantly, he ended up agreeing. After all, if he couldn't provide Alice with what she so desired, namely hearing about him breeding other women, it was only fair that he'd get some assistance with it. It was a hesitant kind of agreement though, and he made it rather clear that if he didn't get along with whoever it was, he was out.

She smiled, embracing him in a deep, passionate kiss, as if sealing the deal, before returning to her laptop to send a carefully worded message to the mystery stud. She found herself growing wet again as she sat there, re-reading the profile. Apparently, everyone who was receptive ended up with his kids. She imagined a powerful wolf just like her own, with a sculpted, beautiful, and strong body. A pair of plentiful balls, full of seed, eager and ready to spurt into any female that wanted it. Like herself, perhaps. No, that's dumb. Just send the message, you dumb bitch, she scolded herself.

She typed up a quick message. A different request to what he usually got, she imagined, about how her mate wanted to breed others and needed help. Normally, the kind of requests he received were probably along the lines of couples wanting to have a child together and needing help with that. This was purely a kinky thing for the wolves, and she mentioned that, too. She had no interest in getting pregnant (though the thought sent little tingles of delight through her body) and so, she was off-limits. He'd mainly be playing with a male wolf, so as long as he was okay with that...

Send. Click. It only took her a few minutes to get a reply. At this time in the evening, he was probably sitting by his computer, laptop, or phone anyhow, so it wasn't too surprising.

"Sure! I can do that. Is he into other guys at all or...?" the message read, in essence. It went on with pleasantries and ideas for a while. Alice thought about her reply for a while, and then sent that too. Josh certainly wasn't into other men, but he could probably get used to the idea, as long as he wasn't the one being fucked, at least.

Over a few more exchanges they came to an agreement. There wouldn't be much satisfaction in it for the stud (or was he a bull?) at first, beyond knowing that he was siring more children. Eventually, though, Alice thought that Josh would warm up to the idea, as long as he was gentle about it. The other male agreed, and promised to come over in the morning.

She flipped her laptop shut, barely able to contain her excitement. It'd be a long wait. Maybe he was a literal bull. A particularly well-hung horse. She couldn't wait. At the very least, he was very well-spoken and seemed friendly.

On the other hand, Josh was uncharacteristically nervous the rest of that day. Something about the mere idea of having his masculinity challenged like that didn't sit right with him. He was, after all, a proud alpha wolf, even if hadn't had any luck recently. Eventually, he surely would. There was one added benefit, at least, namely that he didn't risk having to actually take care of any of the wild oats he sowed.

Night came, bringing with it fitful sleep for both of the wolves, and then morning. They were both creatures of habit, and equally nervous - if in different ways - about this new change. Eventually, someone knocked on their door, just as they'd gotten ready to face the new day.

Who they met was rather a surprise. An otter. Alice's first thought was that he was adorable, a charming smile on his face and bristly little whiskers surrounding a big, black nose. For Josh, the first was a feeling of relief; he'd at least not be challenged physically by such a small thing. Both of them were rather surprised that a smaller species like that would take up a role normally reserved for the biggest, most dominant males. Then again, what came to mind was that they _had_seen more otters and half-otters around the city in recent times.

"Hello, both of you. Alice and Josh, right? I'm Matt," he grinned, giving a little wag of his rudderlike tail, as if to emphasize how pleased he was to meet them. "Let's talk about what exactly you want me to do."

Alice invited him inside for a cup of coffee and some brief discussion. The otter was very agreeable, and seemed genuinely affectionate, eager to help and equally eager to have fun, himself. He also had a youthful energy to him, being some ten or so years younger than either Josh or Alice, and it was rather infectious. He was the kind of person it was difficult to feel shy around.

"We could start with something easy," Matt spoke, after a couple of minutes of small talk and a deliberate sip of his coffee. His whiskers twitched. "Something like a prepared condom you could use," he added, turning his eyes to Josh. "You'd be comfortable with that, no?"

"What, like, with your cum on it?" Josh replied. He wasn't entirely comfortable with anything, but at least that didn't sound too bad.

"Not even that, just my precum should be enough," he grinned. "The actual cum can wait a little if Josh isn't comfortable with it. I'm very... I don't like to brag about it, but more or less, chances are good your partners will end up pregnant this way, too."

Josh and Alice shared a doubtful look with each other. It couldn't hurt to try, at least. On top of that he was cute - even Josh had to admit as much - and seemed entirely harmless.

"Josh?" Alice asked. "Want to try that, then?"

She was, as usual, very caring about her mate's feelings. In contrast, she didn't care at all about those who he'd end up breeding. Hypocrisy, maybe, or just lupine pack mentality. They'll end up loving it anyway once their bellies start swelling, she rationalized it. And if they're going to let some stranger fuck them, they obviously want it anyway.

"I mean yeah, that doesn't sound too bad. If you're as potent as you say anyway," Josh grumbled. "How many women have you bred?"

"Well..." the otter churred, closing his eyes for a brief moment. His webbed fingers flicked up and down as he seemingly counted what he could remember. "Six or eight dozen, or so? I'm not exactly sure. All of them were adorable with their bellies all big, though. About half of them were couples that needed assistance. Not like you two, mind you, but just a sperm donor," he giggled. "The first one was an accident but she didn't mind, the second definitely wanted it... yeah, you get the idea," he laughed. "Everyone I've been with without a condom, at any rate."

For some strange reason, that wanton promiscuity only served to make him more attractive in Alice's eyes. She'd always had a thing for, as she liked to call it, sexually prolific men. The studs and alphas, who were happy to sink their cocks into any woman who wanted it. It tickled some primitive part of her brain, one that left her feeling tingly and warm all over. That was, after all, why she'd chosen Josh as her mate. Knowing that this one was actually successful too, actually leaving his offspring in their wombs, though? That left her wet.

"...here," Josh said, digging into his pockets to find a condom. He didn't like using them much, but every now and then his lover of the moment would insist on using them.

"Oh great," the otter replied. "I'll do it in the bathroom, then. Unless you want to watch?"

Josh didn't feel tempted. Alice did, but decided to not show it; her mate already seemed unsteady enough given the situation. Not that their relationship wasn't open, but involving him with the otter was already open enough. More might've been pushing it too far all at once. Instead they sat there, looking at each other, while Matt took a few minutes in the bathroom.

He returned with a flushed grin on his face. "There you go," he chirped, handing the condom back to Josh. There was a small hole in the wrapper. "I just made sure to lube it up a little, but only on the outside, don't worry!" Matt added, with a playful wink.

"Thank you," Alice said, while Josh looked at the condom with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"You're welcome. Next time, or if that doesn't work, just call me over again and we'll get a little more intimate. Or maybe I can follow you to the club and help there," he replied cheerfully, addressing Josh. He gave the couple his number, and then excused himself, seemingly perfectly fine with not crossing that particular boundary. At least not yet.

The moment he was gone, Alice embraced the male. "Time for a hunt, then?" she breathed warmly. "Time to breed some dumb bitch?"

Hearing her talk like that made blood rush to Josh's sheath. He couldn't quite stop thinking about the otter milking precum onto the condom he was about to use, but the prospect of finally breeding someone again was plenty hot enough for him to be deal with it. "Yeah," he replied. "I just hope this works."

Sometime later, he was at the club again, his impressive size and natural dominance making finding partners for casual encounters rather easy. Soon, he was chatting up a scantily clad vixen he'd not seen before, plying her with compliments and drinks while gradually working closer and closer until he was pressing his bulge right against her warm rump. Easy prey, really, those vixens in heat. She needed relief, and feeling his firm manhood grind against her only inflamed those desires further. She had the sense to request a condom, not wanting to actually get knocked up by a stranger, however handsome, and Josh happily obliged.

He walked her to the restroom. It wasn't until they were in that enclosed space together that Josh could really smell her need; that seductive, sweetly feminine scent of heat, like an exquisite spice that made him want to rub against the source of it.

"Oh, my name is-" she stuttered, squirming as the the wolf pushed her against a wall. It didn't matter to him. She'd have his number so he could hear about her future pregnancy. But to him, she was ultimately just a bitch in heat, a small vixen for the dominant wolf to bury his cock into. If he wanted to, the otter could reveal himself and take care of the pups. It wasn't Josh's problem.

"Mhm," he rumbled, paws already roaming her body, slipping under her blouse. She felt so very warm and soft against his rough but nimble fingers. He let out another delighted growl to find her breasts bare under the silken fabric, nipples already standing firm as if begging to be touched. He was all too happy to oblige, one hand rubbing little circles around the helplessly lusty fox's areolas, fingers flicking over the pert little nubs, while the other undid her belt.

Was it predatory? Maybe. But why would she come to the club if not to get rutted by a stranger? The place did have a certain reputation, and she wasn't protesting. That, and Josh was thrilled to find her panties quite drenched by the time his paw slipped down to cup her heat-struck mound. She readily covered his fingers in her wetness, already wriggling and squirming to grind her drooling slit against his strong, masculine fingers.

Josh undid his own pants to let his unsheathed cock spring free, and her soft hands were on it in an instant. The vixen closed her eyes as she stroked him, enjoying the feeling of his firm cockmeat against her palms. "C-condom, please..." she whimpered, when his cock slipped between her thighs, grinding along her clutching folds.

He made a big show of unwrapping the seemingly intact condom and slipping it onto his throbbing shaft. She seemed satisfied with that, giving him a little nod and spreading her legs wider, in an obvious invitation for him to sink into her particular, wonderful slice of paradise. Josh let out a guttural growl and hoisted her up against the wall. The vixen barely weighed anything to him, his muscular arms easily holding her pinned as he positioned his cock right at her entrance, nudging the tapered tip between her lips. With a firm buck of his hips, he sunk into her, and the both of them moaned in unison.

Her heat clutched at him with an urgent kind of arousal, squeezing ever so tightly around his throbbing shaft. A melodic little moan escaped her lips as she gasped at the sheer carnality of being taken like that, against the wall in a club restroom. He could almost imagine the otter's little swimmers smearing over every inch of her silken inner walls, and the thought of them quickly finding their way deeper into her fertile core made him thrust deeper. The mating itself wouldn't last long. This wasn't romance, after all; it was just two animals wanting a bit of carnal relief together. A vixen in heat and a breeding stud. A clutching, thirsty hole and his engorged shaft, happy to enjoy it. There'd never been anything personal about his nocturnal matings, and that's why Alice loved it so much, knowing that he'd happily rut and breed any woman while loving only her.

He thrust into her with sharp, powerful strokes that left her covered breasts jiggling each time he drove his shaft into heft soft, yielding body. Her heat bloomed around his shaft, feeling almost feverish. He felt her muscles ripple and flutter around him, the vixen seemingly on a hair trigger thanks to her heated condition. Maybe her body was somehow reacting to the sperm it was unknowingly accepting, or maybe it was just a normal reaction to the raw passion the wolf was rutting her with, but she was shivering, panting in shallow breaths between moaned sounds of joy.

When she trembled in orgasm, cries of pleasure accompanying the squeezing, milking rhythm of her passage around Josh's cock, he didn't hold back either. He sunk as deep as he could without tying with her, and let go, spilling his seed into the condom. Normally it'd have felt unsatisfying to waste his cum like that, to let the latex barrier prevent it from reaching her fertile womb, but the fact that he'd already inseminated her - without the whimpering vixen even knowing - made his orgasm so intense that he struggled to even hold the small fox up by the time those convulsions began to ebb.

He held himself buried inside her for a moment before pulling out, and then gently lowered her to her feet again. She had that expression he loved on her face, the freshly-fucked vacant grin of total satisfaction. If the otter hadn't been exaggerating, she might be pregnant already. I hope she sends me pictures, Josh thought, imagining her with a swollen, gravid belly. He gave her shapely rump a quick pat before pulling his pants back on and leaving her to deal with the consequences.

A successful hunt. Alice would, of course, want to hear every little detail, and Josh was already texting her about how he'd bred the vixen with the special condom as he made his way back home.

It took a few weeks to hear anything back from her. The otter stayed in touch, mainly with Alice, though during those weeks Josh noticed that he kept thinking about him. Something about him was terribly attractive. His easy-going and playful personality combined with the virility of a proper alpha made him interesting_to the wolf. He was almost submissive with how eager he was to please, but his confident charm and confidence balanced it out. _Maybe it'd be okay to let him get more intimate.

It was in those thoughts that Josh was lost - his sheath swelling without him noticing as he thought about the next time they'd meet - that his phone chimed again.

"I'm pregnant!" the message read. "Woke up all nauseous and like... tested. Are u sure the condom didn't break???"

"Nope, not mine, you can do a paternity test if you want," Josh answered, grinning to himself. "Did you get drunk afterwards and end up fucking others?"

Josh put the phone down and didn't bother looking at the last message he heard arrive. He'd get to it at some point. It certainly wasn't his, considering he'd both been wearing a condom and he apparently struggled to breed even without one. That, though, gave him an idea. He'd just tell future partners that he'd been snipped. It was true enough, anyway.

That triumph, of course, had the wolves celebrating with a night of vigorous mating, themselves. Alice had been sopping wet by the time Josh finished telling her exactly how it turned out, and she was presenting herself, on all fours and with her tail tucked neatly to the side before he was even done.

Still, it only took a few days before she wanted him to go out again and fill another stranger with pups. And so, they called on Matt, who came over with that same charismatic grin on his face, and an almost tangible energy of excitement around him. He was a little more intimate this time around, sitting closer to Alice and Josh as he spoke, and not trying to hide the rather sizeable bulge in his trousers when they shared the news. Both of them found their eyes drawn to it. The otter seemed almost as big as Josh, despite his otherwise small stature.

"Mhm," he churred. "I might have to talk to her, probably don't want to leave her raising a pup all alone. Though, before we get to business..."

"Yes?" Josh asked.

"Have you two ever thought about having some kids of your own?" he continued, with a rather suggestive grin.

Josh _almost_said yes, but Alice shook her head and he kept quiet. "No, not really. I mean I like the fantasy and all but it'd be so much work. That's why we do it like this instead," she explained. "Having Josh breed others, that is."

"So kinda living vicariously through them. Well, if you ever do decide you want your own belly to swell with a pup or two..." he offered, and though he quickly moved on to the topic at hand, Josh felt a sudden, heavy twinge of arousal as he imagined Matt breeding Alice, filling her to the brim with his seed.

Why the fuck does it turn me on? He was an alpha wolf, and fantasizing about letting someone else breed his mate wasn't something a true alpha would do. Yet, he could feel his cock slowly slipping out of its sheath.

"Anyway, I was thinking we could coat Josh's cock with my precum this time. Maybe cum, too, if you're okay with that," he smiled warmly, looking at the other male.

"Y-yeah," he replied. Why did I just stutter? "We could do that. At the club, maybe, so it doesn't all dry up before I have a chance to..."

Alice squirmed on the sofa as the two men discussed the fine details, growing increasingly damp and flustered. They'd meet up at the wolf's usual haunt, and then "prepare" him. Tonight, in fact, they eventually agreed. Only an hour later, the otter arrived. Everything in the city was more or less within walking distance, at least when not including the outskirts. The wolves didn't know exactly where the otter lived, but it seemed that he'd simply walked, looking quite energetic. That seemed to always be the case, though.

He greeted Josh specifically with an affectionate hug.

"So it all worked out, hm? I told you it would," he grinned.

"Yeah," the wolf replied, in that tone of voice that indicated a measure of surprise.

"Now we just have to do it again!" Matt chirped. "How about you bring me along to that club of yours? Then we can get you all prepared there."

He snuck in a daring, light grope of Josh's groin. It was a little wanton, a little indulgent, but both he and the wolf were surprised to find his sheath not entirely flaccid. Whether or not it was from being near the otter, or what they were about to do later tonight was anyone's guess.

Josh ordered a taxi to the club. He didn't really feel like walking. What alpha did that? He felt a certain regret when the otter squeezed in rather tightly against him in the back of the cab, but on the other hand, being close to the handsome mustelid did leave him feeling rather fuzzy. Despite the both of them being males, even. He was starting to doubt being entirely straight like he'd thought, but then again - a true alpha wouldn't hesitate to mount a male if required, would he? At least, that was what Josh told himself.

They arrived at the club, and the bouncer waved both in, with how much of a reputation Josh had built up. They quickly made their way to the restrooms after Matt mentioned that being a good place to get started. Josh only hesitated briefly, as if unsure on what exactly to do. Matt, however, took charge.

"Alright," the otter chirped, tugging his jeans down without a hint of shame. This was the first time Josh saw him even slightly undressed, and suddenly, he had a perfectly lit view of his nudity. He was wearing tight boxer-briefs, and they were bulging. He didn't seem to be hard yet, but there was a small wet spot where his sheath pressed against them. That, and a pair of rather hefty balls. The size of his the otter's fists, or even bigger.

No wonder he's so virile, Josh thought. When the otter tugged down his underwear, even he couldn't help but to stare. He looked small in comparison, and the otter he was barely half his size otherwise. They bounced, heavily, as he stood back up. He couldn't stop looking at them, with a heady mixture of jealousy and admiration.

"Yeah yeah, I know," Matt smiled. "You can touch if you'd like, too. But first, let's get you prepared," he added, gesturing towards the wolf's pants.

Josh wasn't sure if he should, but his body had already made the decision for him. When his pants came off, it was to reveal that he was halfway out of his sheath as well, swollen with anticipation. Some part of him wanted to feel the otter's cum splash all over the throbbing length. He realized he wanted to feel him cum, too, cupping those hefty orbs when it happened, feeling them tighten and throb. "God, you're hot," he almost whispered, only barely managing to take a deep breath instead. He was attracted to the otter, which surprised him, but he was still far too restrained to admit it. At least for now.

That, and he had a task to do. He shook his head, trying to clear away those idle fantasies.

"So how do we..." he spoke, and the dropped his voice so nobody else in the restroom would hear them. "How do we do this?"

Matt slipped a demonstrative finger into his sheath, swirled it around, and pulled it out. It glistened with that virile precum, small strands of it briefly connecting cock and digit. He seemed incredibly wet, as if his balls contained so much cum that he was constantly leaking. Josh could imagine a lot of situations where it'd be a curse, but right now, it was a particularly erotic blessing.

"Just dip your cock into that," he churred quietly. "Get as much of your cock covered with my sperm as possible. I'll try not get too hard."

With that, he pinched the underside of his sheath and stretched the wet, squishy opening in invitation, a little more of his warm precum dribbling down over his balls. Josh, as before, felt torn between his rather strong sense of straightness, and the fact that he found the otter entirely too attractive, but aided by a deep breath, he grabbed his rock-hard shaft and positioned the tip just against the otter's sheath and nudged his hips forward.

The touch was electrifying. His pointed cockhead dipped into the otter's sheath with surprising ease, letting his plentiful, incredibly warm precum smear all over it. Even if he was just borrowing Matt's potent masculinity, in a way, it felt wonderful. He had to restrain himself from thrusting harder. He watched breathlessly as the otter took the moment to smear that wetness along his cock. Josh felt himself throb too as Matt's wet, slippery fingers traced over his sensitive shaft, not missing a single inch.

Suddenly, Matt took his hand and guided it to cup those heaving balls of his. They felt so strange against his palm. He'd touched his own plenty, of course, but this felt warmer, heavier, fuller. He stood there, as if entranced, with his cock firmly lodged in the otter's sheath.

"Next time, we'll use cum," Matt whispered. "But that should do it for now. Enjoy finding a mate," he added, with a warm grin.

He pulled away, and eased his pants back on. It was harder for Josh, who was not only dizzy with arousal from what he'd just experienced, but also hard as steel, leaving a very obvious bulge once he'd finally gotten dressed as well.

Still, when the otter left, to "have a drink at the bar and watch an alpha do this thing," as he called it, Josh felt wonderfully masculine in a strange way, knowing that he'd effortlessly knock up whoever he picked. It was a powerful feeling, even if it was with someone else's sperm. He made his way to the bar, himself, walking slowly, so as to not let too much of the otter's cum rub off on his underwear.

Quickly, he went to work, putting on his most seductive demeanor. It didn't work with everyone - he was rebuffed first by a deer, and then a rabbit - but his cocky grin and willingness to get handsy the moment consent was given always worked out in the end. Usually, sooner rather than later.

It wasn't long before he found someone receptive. This one, a female wolf with a ring around her finger. Technically off-limits but the fact that she was at a bar with skirt that short and didn't protest in the slightest when Josh's hand brushed over her inner thigh made her intentions clear. When his hand slipped under her skirt and found only bare, warm fur and skin, they were exceedingly_clear. Maybe she even _wanted to get bred. Or maybe she thought he couldn't, since word about him being safe, along with rumors of having gotten snipped, had already spread around his usual club.

It'd be quite a surprise when she ended up getting fertilized anyway, and not by Josh's sperm. Not that he cared too much if she was pleased or shocked, as long as she consented to him seeding her.

She never spoke a word beyond a shivering whimper, but leaned a little further down over the bar, pushing her ass out towards Josh's fingers, her tail held high and flagging in obvious invitation. He couldn't turn that offer down even if he wanted to; luckily the club was perfectly accepting of public displays of affection, as long as they were, at least, toned down slightly.

He unzipped his jeans again, letting his precum-covered cock spring out and slap against the female's folds. Her presumably married snatch grew wetter and wetter, quivering with evident, unfaithful need. Maybe her husband was okay with this. Maybe not. It didn't matter. With a rough thrust, the wolf sank into her, right then and there, burying himself into her receptive body and letting out a deep growl as he felt that tight, cheating sex embrace his shaft.

Josh pressed her against the bar and fucked her without holding back with quick, jabbing thrusts, knowing that the otter was watching as he rutted his little swimmers into her. It was a strange breeding. The mental aspect of his climax was knowing that he'd seeded his bitch, but now it happened long before he actually came, himself, and so he was already tingling with a pleasant afterglow by the time the pressure building in his loins reached a boiling point.

Her orgasm came quietly. No more than a muffled grunt escaped her muzzle, but her body was twice as passionate, squeezing and milking insistently at Josh's cock, clenching at where his knot pressed against her splayed, swollen folds. He couldn't actually tie with her, of course, as much as his body burned with the desire to do so. Even then, that sweet, lust-fueled massage easily pulled him over the edge. It was still a feeling of utter satisfaction to let himself go, to let his cock buck inside a willing bitch and spurt her full of his cum, even if it might not be his pups she ended up carrying. And so, he filled her, joining her in those quiet, yet overwhelming orgasmic convulsions. In his pleasure-wracked mind, the pups were truly his, and there was a chance, at least. Knowing that only prolonged his climax.

Once it was over, he simply left her there, oozing with his pearly, white cum. Maybe another male would take a turn if she hadn't had enough, but he didn't particularly mind. The otter's swimmers were far ahead of theirs.

To his surprise, Matt immediately embraced him once they stepped out of the club. He could feel his clothed erection press against his leg, too. The display had, it seemed, gotten him very turned on, with how his hips twitched.

"That was incredible," he chirped. "Let's meet again soon," Matt added with a playful wag of his tail, before letting him go, and only reluctantly so. Josh could still feel his slinky, warm body pressed against his own when he arrived back home. His scent lingered on him, too, soft but distinctly masculine. And as always, Alice was ravenous to hear every detail about what they'd done. He told her.

They didn't wait to hear if the breeding was actually successful, this time. Both Josh and Alice were too excited at the prospect of more play with the otter to actually wait, and decided to call him over only a week later. The surprise was when he actually knocked on the door before their scheduled time, very late in the evening. Alice had already gone to bed. She'd recently gone into heat and between matings, it always left her tired. It was almost as if the otter _knew_that, from how he talked with Josh the moment they were alone.

"So, do you ever feel like Alice actually does want kids? I mean, with how eager she is to live out that fantasy vicariously," Matt probed. "It does kinda seem like it."

"I don't know," the wolf replied. He suddenly felt vulnerable. Tired. He leaned against the otter involuntarily. "I think she does. I know I want her to. But she never admits it, if that's how it is."

"Mm. She's in heat, isn't she?" Matt replied. His paw came to rest on Josh's shoulder, only to slowly slip down his back, his webbed fingers tracing through thick fur.

"Yeah," Josh huffed. He didn't resist as Matt slowly began undressing him, those slender fingers deftly unbuttoning his jeans first, and then dancing over the buttons of his shirt, leaving it to fall open.

"So that means she wants pups, doesn't it? At least, her body does," Matt purred. His paw slipped into the wolf's jeans, cupping his balls openly. "Wants to be filled with hot, sticky pup-making cum from these..." he continued. "Or mine."

"Y-yeah, she does," the wolf panted. He squirmed a little. Already his shaft was slipping out with anticipation, responding eagerly to the otter's touch.

"But since you can't..." Matt purred. Suddenly Josh realized that the otter had undressed as well. His girthy cock was standing up proudly, hard as rock and ready for breeding. A drop of precum glistened at the very tip. Just that could knock her up. Josh felt a kind of jealous tingle deep in his chest and stomach, a warm and rather arousing, insistent feeling.

Was he really an alpha at that point? Yes, he told himself. But this otter was more so, at least where it mattered. He found himself drawn to that seat of masculinity, so beautifully erect between his legs. Like he wanted to thankfully caress it, adore it, and especially those very eager, full testicles resting plumply beneath it.

"Mm-hmm," Matt murmured, as if reading Josh's mind. "Help yourself. Milk out my seed and kiss it deep into Alice's body..."

Matt's cock was ready for him, and Josh was transfixed by it. Somehow it made the normally cold and distant wolf feel warm and fuzzy inside, knowing that it was _him_causing that reaction. He couldn't resist.. It was only fair that he showed his appreciation of the small mustelid. He leaned over, and pushed his snout in under the shaft at first, against the very base of his sheath, feeling his massive balls against his nose. For a moment, he only breathed in his scent, letting it fill his nostrils as he nuzzled at that the seat of the otter's virility affectionately. Almost reverently, even. His tongue stole a quick lick around it, feeling the soft fuzz covering the wrinkly skin.

"Just remember to not get so excited that you accidentally swallow," Matt smiled, his webbed hand gently cupping the back of the wolf's head. "Keep as much of it in your mouth as possible when you eat her out. And let it all spill into her."

God. Being reminded of what he was about to do - to knock his partner up with the otter's cum - just about made his cock_leap_ to full hardness, so quickly that it almost hurt._Breathlessly, he opened his mouth, and with his arousal raging, engulfed the otter's cock. It felt so strange, hot, and firm in his mouth, and he suddenly felt dizzy. _I'm actually doing it. I'm sucking someone's cock. I'm-

He began to suck, clumsily so at first, his tongue lapping along Matt's cock like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. In a way, it was. The otter was clean, and while he tasted distinctly masculine either way, the slick heat of his cock against Josh's lips and tongue felt incredible.

At some point between first meeting the otter and taking his cock into his mouth, the wolf had to admit to himself that he was, at least, bisexual. The surprising thing is how natural it all felt. Perhaps it was a kind of debt he felt he owed, but he found himself genuinely enjoying spending time with Matt. There _was_a certain aspect of degradation to it, granted. His cheeks burned at the idea of sharing Alice with him, with a certain shame about her first pup being a half-otter instead of a pure wolf.

It was a tremendously exciting idea, one that left him suckling on the otter's shaft with increased fervor, drooling from the corners of his mouth as his tongue lapped along the underside of his cock. The otter groaned with pleasure as his cock throbbed between Josh's lips and he felt a splash of something wet against the back of his throat. Immediately, his mind was a mess of confused, but very erotic feelings. The first of them was a kind of exhilaration when he realized that the wetness was precum, the same precum that'd already knocked up two women with his assistance. He swallowed eagerly, feeling the heat run down his throat. The second was a strange sense of pride, knowing that he was making Matt feel good despite his clumsiness. The otter's soft groin pressed against his nose as his hips flexed, followed by another pulse, and more warm, liquid heat, and Josh couldn't help but moan, his voice muffled by Matt's shaft.

Josh desperately wanted to please, and that was entirely new and confusing to him. Was that dazed warmth he felt the glow of submissiveness? No, surely not, he was an alpha wolf. It was-

His hand rose to cup the otter's balls, marveling at how heavy and full they felt against his palm. How they were slowly tightening, pulling up against his body. Josh's rough fingers traced over the wrinkly fur. He knew what it meant; if he kept going, the otter would seed his mouth. God, I want that.

-maybe it was a hint of submissive bliss. Or maybe a genuine affection for the otter, a desire to simply make him feel as good as possible. Josh wanted to tell himself that it was purely pragmatic, but he could feel his own hardness oozing precum into his boxers, a wet spot already forming where his tip tented the fabric. It wasn't just that.

"Mhm, keep going, just like that," the otter churred. "You're doing great."

Josh's heart swelled at the praise. All of the emotions evoked by the otter's encouragement were new, almost alien, to him. Even his sessions with Alice weren't as sensual. Oh, he loved her, certainly, but it was never so caring. It was rough, primal, and carnal. He began bobbing his head, tightening his lips around that firm shaft. He wanted to - needed to - feel Matt cum, no matter how submissive of an act it was. He didn't care. All that mattered in that brief moment was his pleasure.

"That's it," Matt groaned. His webbed fingers caressed the back of Josh's head, finding all those sensitive spots behind his ears, kneading and scratching in a way that made his fur stand on end. "I'm- nnh, I'm getting close. I'm going to c-cum..."

Very briefly, Josh thought about pulling off. He was about to let another man pump his cum into his mouth, not to even mention what he was about to do afterwards. It was all so unlike him that he felt dizzy with lust, unsure of what he should even do. Keep sucking? Stop? Fuck it. I want this, his body told him, and he felt the otter's heavy nuts draw up close to his body, his cock swelling just a little further. Then, he throbbed. Heavily. Warm, thick and doubtlessly potent cum spurted into Josh's mouth in thick, clingy ropes, splashing against the roof of his mouth and coating his tongue. It tasted, somehow, like pure raw sexuality. Musky, a little bitter, but with his mind so inflamed by lust, the wolf was immediately rubbing himself through his underwear.

God, there was so much of it. Josh's cock ached with arousal as the otter filled his muzzle. Some of the cum went down his throat in a needy gulp - he had to, or he'd struggle to breathe with his nose squashed against the otter's slick fur - but plenty remained in his mouth. He closed his eyes, barely knowing how to react at all. His body did, though. He held himself in place, cum-coated tongue teasing the sensitive underside of the otter's pulsating manhood until the cum slowed to a trickle, and even then, Josh dutifully let him finish riding out his release.

He looked up at Matt, who nodded, panting quietly with a silly, post-orgasmic grin on his face. Josh stood up, his legs a little shaky. It was still hard to believe, hard to accept, but he had sucked another male and loved every moment of it. He'd do it again too, he realized, and more. Now, he only had to put that gift the otter had given him to use.

With his mouth full of cum, and the otter following him quietly, Josh made his way to the bedroom. It wouldn't be the first time he woke Alice up by eating her out. Gently, he pulled the blankets off and scooted into bed, between her legs. Her soft, natural scent mingled with the otter's musk in his nostrils as he pushed is nose closer to her beautiful petals. The otter's seed was making his mouth tingle, as if his little swimmers were eager to fertilize his next female. He inhaled deeply, through his nose, splayed her open with his fingers, and then pressed his muzzle against her entrance, letting thick globs of cum ooze into her unprotected body, pushing it deeper with his tongue as he began to lick. Over those plush lips, and then again into her silken passage, as deep as he could go, inseminating his mate with another man's cum.

Alice woke up immediately when she felt his tongue on her folds, and she let out a sleepy moan, spreading her legs wider and tilting her hips up, unknowingly helping that load of potent cum seep deeper into her. Soon it was pooling against her cervix, but all she knew was how much she loved being woken up like this, with Josh lapping her like a dog until she came. Her claws dug into the bedsheets and another groan spilled from her lips.

But then, she opened her eyes and saw the two males, one between her legs and the other casually stroking his once again rock-hard cock. It was a shock, though dulled by the pleasure jolting through her lithe form each time Josh's tongue darted over her little pleasure-button.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she squeaked, as she saw something white around her partner's muzzle. A glob of something white. Even in her aroused and sleep-drunk state it didn't take long to realize it was cum, and seeing the otter, she was equally quick to figure out whose it was. The warmth inside her told her where it was going too, and she nearly passed out from a surge of blinding lust as she realized she might become the next bitch to birth some half-otters. And her mate was the one doing it.

"Don't worry," Matt chirped. "You'll enjoy it, I'm sure. I'll be here for you."

Her breath hitched as she squirmed, unable to quite believe it, even though she knew it. Yet, when Josh's eyes made contact with hers, she at least knew she wasn't dreaming. He was pushing the otter's cum into her fertile, unprotected body, and it was setting off every half-buried instinct in her body. If the damage was already done, though, she was going to enjoy this.

"Fuck me," she panted. "Both of you. Fuck. Me," she growled.

Neither of the men needed to be told twice. The otter climbed into the bed, flopping onto his back. His cock was pointing straight up, balls just as heavy as ever, seemingly always ready to breed. Josh didn't mind at all, not at this point. He had dreamt of Alice letting him breed her for a while now. So what if it was with Matt's cum?

Alice straddled him, and in that ravenous state of lust, mounted his cock, letting it sink into her with a high-pitched whimper of joy. Matt responded with an equally pleasured groan, thrusting up to hilt himself inside her warm, clutching body. Josh positioned himself behind her and she leaned down to passionately kiss the otter, raising her rump to give her mate to nudge his cock into her as well. It hurt a little as his tip slipped inside, alongside the otter's bare shaft, but it was a good pain, a feeling of shivering satisfaction despite being stretched so wide.

Josh couldn't believe how tight she felt around him. How firm and hard the otter's slick shaft was, grinding against his. It was all too much, the pure eroticism of the situation shutting down the last vestiges of rational thought in his mind. He fucked her, timing his thrusts so each time the otter pulled out, he sunk in, making sure Alice was always full with one cock or the other. Feeling both her clenching snugly around them both, and the way the Matt's shaft throbbed in response was ecstasy, the kind of thrill that drowned all hesitation beneath warm, shuddering waves of bliss.

He couldn't say what he looked forward to the most; his own orgasm, or that of the otter, getting to feel his cum erupt from his cock again. His thrusts grew clumsier as he pictured Matt's shaft bucking again, both breeding his mate and coating the wolf's own cock in his cum. As if he was breeding him, too. Maybe he'd end up raising his tail for the mustelid, maybe-

Josh heard him grunt, and felt his body grow stiff and still, if briefly so. Then, a triumphant, masculine growl - one he'd not expect from an otter - and a series of rapid throbs deep inside Alice's squeezing body. Thick heat washing over his cock as Matt seeded his mate. Alice whimpered, too, joining the otter in orgasm, and Josh wasn't far behind. It was overwhelming, almost too much, feeling it all, and when he was done pumping his cum into Alice's womb, he was so out of it that he slipped out, collapsing onto the bed behind.

"I hope you're ready to raise an otter or two," Matt murmured, once he'd had a few moments to recover.

"Mmnh. I didn't know it'd feel so good," she replied, casting a glance back at Josh, who seemed to have passed out, or at least, was so relaxed that she couldn't see a difference. She could feel their mixed seed, wet and warm inside her. It was terrifying, in a way, to know that she'd probably end up round with pups. Terrifying, but the thought also left her feeling warm, fuzzy, and aroused, despite just having peaked so hard every muscle in her body ached with exertion.

"Want to make sure it takes?" Matt replied with a playful grin, and while she initially rolled her eyes at that - what male could go that many times in a row? - the otter never actually went limp, and she made no attempt to get off that engorged breeding rod. He began to rock his hips again, more leisurely this time, and soon they were rutting together again, repeating the act throughout the night.

As expected, that was all it took; one night of surrendering to instincts and urges in the throes of her heat had left Alice successfully bred. His seed found her eggs, and Alice soon found herself rather bloated, accompanied first by nausea and then by a constant horniness. Yet, in a strange twist of fate, Matt and Josh seemed more interested in playing with each other, his recent experiences having awakened something new within the wolf. Nobody but him would ever know, he made sure of that, but the otter would repeatedly seed _him_as well, and despite being an alpha wolf, there was something so very desirable about that feeling of another male's cock throbbing eagerly under his tail. Desirable enough that he wanted to try it the other way as well, over and over again, freely switching positions with Matt.

That left the woefully lusty Alice half-neglected, which at first also left her frustrated. She'd learned quite a bit while living with Josh though, including how a horny woman might find some easy, casual release.

She stood there at the bar in her shortest skirt, leaning against the counter. Though a little self-conscious, she'd forgone the panties, just like all those women that Josh had found at the club, letting anyone observant enough catch a glimpse of her damp sex if she wagged her tail just right.

It wasn't long before she felt a rough, possessive hand caress along the curve of her rump. She pushed her ass out in obvious invitation, and those fingers slipped along her quivering folds. The male pressed himself tightly against her and she heard the sound of a zipper, and then a wonderful fullness, freely giving herself to the stranger behind her to rut and fill with his cum.

It was beautiful. It was slutty, carnal, and utterly erotic, and left her so wet she could feel her arousal drool down her thighs. She finally understood how all those women who Josh had met here had felt, and knew that she'd be a regular visitor, even during her next heat. If the otter didn't beat her to it.