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Getting knocked up was at the top of Cotton's wish list for her birthday that year, but she was still a few months out from turning 26 and feeling like she'd gone over the first of many age-related hills in her life.

As much as she was eager to have Irving put a baby inside of her, she couldn't deny that she still wanted to have some fun with her boyfriend before they felt like they were too old to be out and about on a weeknight.

Knowing her boyfriend was being worked to the bone, it would be easy enough to tempt him to a night on the town with a few drinks lined up, but she started their evening at a spot that they were both _familiar_with, even if they'd never gone there together.

"Knots...? Why would you wanna start the night here?" Irving asked, having picked up every hint that she'd given him about her fertility; she wasn't subtle in the least. "Pretty sure getting a lap dance isn't gonna help our odds at all, baby."

The mare let out a quiet giggle and shook her head at the idea. "Trust me; we're not here so you can enjoy anything on the main stage. In fact, we're not going upstairs at all..."

Irving didn't even know that they had a basement to begin with: it seemed that his girlfriend was more familiar with the place than he was, but he tried to brush off the thought of why that was the case as he followed her past the bouncers and into the stairwell to the left of the entrance.

The club itself was a little slow on top: Thursday wasn't the busiest night downtown, but there was a little more action in the basement, where, for the right price, people could find all manner of forbidden delights.

For the young couple, eager to have a little fun and an exciting night on the town, Cotton had made some previous arrangements; Irving was none the wiser.

"Bit of a seedy place down here," the canine mentioned, trying to pretend that he couldn't smell the overt, heavy scent of sex and moisture in the air. "And I don't think there's a bar down here, either..."

Once more, Cotton was hiding a giggle behind the back of her paw. The other was tugging Irving past the landing at the bottom of the stairs and into a room that was marked as a bathroom, but once inside, Irving could see the dim, purple lights running along the walls and the soft glow of ultraviolet illumination; everything was in desperate need of a cleaning, but when he saw the holes in the loosely closed stalls, he knew what his girlfriend was getting at...

...And his body answered with excitement before she had a chance to ask him about it.

"Of course there's no bar down here," she agreed. Squeezing his fingers for a moment and lowering her palm to the tent of his erection in the next, she knew that her boyfriend was ready to engage in a little fun, but just how far he'd be willing to go in such a public place, she couldn't be sure. "No liquid courage this time, baby...you're just gonna have to get into that stall and fuck me, I suppose."

No matter how tense he was about the arrangement, he couldn't possibly resist that invitation: she didn't even need to set the rest of the scene for the roleplay before he gave a silent, but excited nod and slipped into one side of the old, defunct stall.

Even the toilets had been removed, but there was still a small seat on Irving's side of the wall, situated just in front of the hole before him. With a glance, he figured he would just be able to fit his engorged member through the makeshift slot, but with the glow of the black lights around him, he was able to see that the edges of the cuts were clean enough...at least, at the moment.

As much as Cotton had been teasing him lately, and as many attempts as she'd made with him at having a child, he was _constantly_aroused...and yet, she was still the one initiating most of their romps.

This one was her most daring attempt yet, but she wasn't slowing down: even before he had a chance to properly unzip his jeans, Irving felt digits reaching through the hole and stroking over his covered erection, urging him to move that much faster.

He didn't think he'd ever be able to keep up with the demands of her estrus, but he'd work himself to death trying, if this was the kind of fun they were going to get into.

"Remember...it's a glory hole," she teased, her voice a distant, smoky whisper; she almost didn't sound like herself. "So you can pretend it's whoever you want on the other side of this wall, baby. It doesn't have to be me."

Irving thought about that fact before he'd actually entered the stall, but he was in a committed relationship with Cotton: as much as it was fun to fantasize about them bringing a third player into the equation, he remained faithful to her when she wasn't around, and even in this scenario, the idea that his girlfriend was about to fuck him through a glory hole was plenty arousing and exciting enough that he didn't need to think of anyone else.

That lack of suspicion and fantasy made it that much easier for Cotton to keep a secret from him: she wasn't the one reaching through the glory hole to stroke his member, and when it finally escaped the confines of his jeans, Cotton wasn't the first person to grip it and guide it through the other side.

Their mutual friend, Mirage, was the one holding it, but her fingertips were so skilled and delicate that Irving didn't suspect a thing...he was just enjoying the curious touches and leaning closer into the wall, hoping that the tip of his canine member might find something more than fingertips if he waited long enough.

Even if Mirage hadn't been there, lips were going to reach his manhood any second, but the pair of mares were working together silently, coaxing out the rest of his member, until the tapered tip was brushing against Cotton's cheek...but it was still Mirage that was dragging her fingertips along the twitching shaft.

"What if I want to be you?" Irving asked, feeling his nerves work away from his body with each and every forbidden touch. "Would that be so bad?"

On the other side of the wall, Mirage had to stifle an affectionate 'd'aww' behind her free paw, but she was giving Cotton the sweetest look she could, feeling a pinch of jealousy at just how dedicated their relationship was.

Hearing that, however, the girls decided that it was better to keep their secret a proper secret, rather than giving him any obvious hints. Cotton didn't think that he was going to try to peek behind the curtain, or, as it were, over the wall...but until he stumbled across the reality of the situation himself, she decided to keep her words to herself, putting her lips to use in a way that they'd both enjoy.

With Mirage stroking near the base of his shaft, Cotton opened wide and swirled her tongue around the very tip, slurping and stroking it with all of Irving's favorite pressures. She'd sucked him off enough times that, whether she could see his face or not, she could feel when she was hitting the most sensitive parts of his tool.

Her ears were perked to the stifled grunts coming from beyond the wall; she didn't think Irving would be willing to cry out in that much bliss in such a public place, but if she and Mirage could milk that sound out of him, along with something else...they were going to do it, whether he liked it or not.

"You...y-you're really too sweet," Cotton told him, taking that chance to speak around his member to make him think that she was too busy to say anything else.

As she sealed her lips around the tapered, canine rod and suckled hard , Irving thought he'd blanked out for a moment...and that made him even more confused about the sound of another voice. "You really deserve to be rewarded for being such a sweetie...this isn't quite enough for you, is it?"

Truth be told, it was too much for the lucky canine, but his ears perked to that sound: he was completely floored by the possibility of what was going on, but as Mirage went silent, Cotton pulled back with a quiet, satisfied groan, making him wonder if the voice had come from inside his own thoughts.

It was familiar enough to be the case, but he didn't have any idea where he would have known that voice from. If he wasn't in the middle of being sucked off in a strip club, he might have been able to ease his mind enough to come up with it, but right then, the only thing he wanted to ease was the impending weight of his climax...and three paws made it impossible to slow down.

Wait a minute...how many fingers is that? He tried to think, but his eyes were rolling back as he thudded his forehead against the wall of the stall.

"You okay, baby? You're making one hell of a ruckus over there," Cotton teased, knowing that she was going to get him off a couple times that night. "Something you need to say? Something you need to scream?"

He knew he wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer, but he was still straining against the wall and trying to clench his tummy, hoping to delay the inevitable.

A mingling force of tongues and fingers took his member by the tip and worked it in such a way that he wasn't sure he could count every single thing that was touching his cock, but in the peak of his throbbing orgasm, he didn't even bother trying to make heads or tails of anything.

He just knew that he was loving every second of the treatment when Cotton's able, long muzzle collected his tip, guided it to the back of her throat, and finally, she felt the first gush of his seed pouring into her throat, soaking the roof of her mouth and giving her the first drink of the night.

Gotta make sure we get all the old stuff out of the way first, she thought. No point in wasting this on a good egg...

Her heat was dictating the location of that first load of seed, but hers wasn't the estrus that was in question, when she placed one paw around the girth of his emerging knot.

It was Mirage who was eager to receive his best, freshest cum, and with her own paw on the other side of the bulging knot, the girls were still working together to milk all the excess from Irving, knowing that they'd stimulate plenty more from his body if they touched it in just the right way.

Through the gap of the glory hole, they couldn't _quite_reach his sack, but as Cotton drank down the first load with practiced ease and a rumble of delight, Mirage admired the tension in the veins of his knot and the same tight, clenching action of his sack, squeezing at his own orbs and forcing more of his juices to flood her friend's stomach...

...It was nothing short of impressive, how long the canine could pump into her throat...but then, her fascination with canines was what brought her to the stall in the first place.

"G...God...d-damn...can't remember the l-last time I came...t-this fucking hard," Irving stammered through each pulse of his cock, and with each one came another brief, warm gush of his older reserves, coating Cotton's tongue until the long, pink appendage was soaked a full shade of white. "You really wanted to get me off as fast as you could, d-didn't you?"

"Mmmhm...mmlm... ah! Of course I did," Cotton eased herself back from his tip and watched a few lazy, slow pulses of seed drip to the floor, dangling from the end of his tip. As she spoke, Mira leaned in close and kissed the side of his shaft all the while, sampling his unique flavor and leaving Irving that much more confused about how she was kissing his tool and speaking so clearly. "I wanted to get the first one out of the way for you...so I'd have plenty of time to warm myself up for the second round."

The girls had one hand each to spare, and underneath a pair of skirts, no panties were present to get in the way: they were having a delightful time getting to know each other a little better, and fingertips were fumbling eagerly at perked, erect clits, keeping Irving as the sole focus...

...But they were having plenty of fun with his voluminous load.

" Second round?" he asked, baffled that this wasn't going to be a quick, one-and-done experience. "I c-can't...can't tell if you're being serious or not right now."

A final, lengthy kiss down the side of his shaft, ending with Cotton pushing her cheek against the streaks of her lover's errant seed, was followed by a brief, but entirely serious giggle.

"You can't possibly expect that kind of treatment at a club like this without giving up a little payment," she explained. Standing up from her crouched position, she bent over and lifted her skirt just enough to kiss her inner thighs upon his shaft, but when she wiggled the petals of her womanhood on the tip of his still dripping cock, she felt the vitality rushing into all over again with a fresh, powerful throb. "And it feels like you're ready to pay up..."

All the while, Mira kept a paw on the base of his knot, making sure it was pushed all the way through the glory hole...but that was the perfect illusion for the pair to switch places, as Irving's hips jumped forward a little.

That was enough to buck Cotton toward the floor, but as the mare collected herself, she allowed Mira to step in for her: once more, a paw eased toward the knot, but this time, Cotton was the one holding him steady, while Mira backed herself up onto her friend's cock.

She was quick enough that he never had a chance to experience the petals of Mira's womanhood; he knew her body inside and out a little too well, but he was especially versed in the feel and appearance of Cotton's labia.

Much as she wanted to glide his tip and the underside between her folds and learn his throbbing flesh that way first, she didn't have that kind of luxury.

They had a secret to keep...and if they were going to succeed, Mira was going to need something to do with mouth, other than screaming out in the sheer, fulfilling bliss she felt when the canine pounded forth, giving himself over completely to Cotton's scheme.

"If that's really w-what you want, then...you know it, baby...I'll pay you back in full ," he assured her, making his intentions to finish inside of the mare as clear as crystal.

He was completely oblivious to the switch that was made on him, or the fact that his girlfriend wasn't actually mumbling to try and stifle her own moans: she was kneeling in front of Mira and pressing her lips tightly against those of her friend, keeping those desperate moans from blowing their cover.

All told, Mira was grateful for Cotton's methods...she'd wanted a more direct taste of Irving's cum, and Cotton's tongue was still bearing plenty of the same as it pushed into Mira's open maw.

One taste would have been more than enough to inspire Mira to do another simulation of Cotton's actions: she knew that her friend wasn't afraid to put a little work into her lovemaking, and though the wall between them was a literal obstacle, there was something enticing about a barrier that forced Irving to pump as hard and deep as he could...

...But he could only hope that he'd be able to feel every inch of her insides, instead of knowing that he'd eventually be brushing the tip of his member against the deepest reaches of her womanhood.

"In full?" Cotton asked, her voice muffled more than it was desperate. "I think I'm gonna need a little...interest...if you catch my drift, love."

Normally, Irving would have thought that he was going deep and hard enough to keep Cotton from being able to reply without groaning, but as far as he could tell, she was in total control of the situation.

Whatever it was about her kinky idea, it was giving her new life to show her boyfriend just how much she appreciated him, and how badly she wanted her womb to be flooded with every drop of his seed.

She was grateful to Mira, as well, for literally taking one for the team.

"If you think I've got that much to give-

"I know you've got plenty more," Cotton interrupted him, still having no trouble keeping the confidence in her words. "So you'd damn well better give me every drop of that good, fresh cum..."

Being able to knot a woman through a gloryhole seemed an impossible task, but Irving was willing to give it his best shot, if Cotton was so inclined.

It was Mira, of course, who had that inclination, and the heated mare was throwing herself at the wall of the stall with such force that the canine was nearly bucked over by the shockwave that ran through the cheap plasterboard...but he was determined to prove that he was not only up to the ask of impregnating Cotton, but flooding her with every single drop he had left in his sack.

Not like that's really difficult, is it? He thought, snickering a bit. She's asking me to enjoy myself while I fuck her brains out in a kinky locale...if she wants to pat me on the back for that, I'm all for it!

A silent boost to his confidence emerged as a much louder thumping of his hips against the edges of the glory hole; all concerns about how dirty and shoddy the room was faded away as lust took over and the subtle scent of their lovemaking filled the tiny, cramped space...

...And at that, Irving couldn't help wrinkling his nose.

"You're r-really...really turned on by this, aren't you?" he asked, but he didn't explain any further than that.

His ears perked just a little to the sound of muffled groans on the other side of the wall, but as tight as Mira was clenching around his shaft and trying to milk the seed right out of him, he didn't bother raising a question that was starting to take up a greater portion of his thoughts...even when he was sure he heard the sound of tongues twisting together on the other side, and a subtle, but entirely passionate exchange of giggles laced into the act.

Even if he hadn't heard any of that, it was the subtle difference in Cotton's scent, as if it was still familiar, but not quite the usual hint of delightful, flora aroma that was her natural bouquet that tipped him off to something being amiss.

The girls shared a more serious glance when they heard the suspicion in Irving's voice: they were going to have to be careful if they wanted to finish their twisted game without being discovered.

"Like y-you...wouldn't...b-believe..." Cotton claimed, trying her best to moan in time with the deep, powerful thrusts. She was watching them from the other side and drooling at the sight of her boyfriend's cock pummeling another woman so ferociously, but there was genuine pleasure welling up between her legs as she dipped her cum-stained digits into Mira's lips, forcing her to slurp them and lube them up for her own part of the action. "I'm g-gonna cum if you keep this up, baby...d-don't you dare hold back...n-not now!"

She didn't know how close Mira actually was to climax, but the receiving mare was talented enough with her inner muscles to start a deep, powerful fluttering around Irving's cock, simulating the early throes of an orgasm before she'd actually reached that point.

What surprised her was the delicious sensation that crept up from within her body as she tried to keep up that simulation: Irving was pounding right through her clenching resistance, and for a moment, she looked up at Cotton with an absolutely desperate gaze, knowing she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut if Irving kept pumping into her haunches with such force.

Her legs quivered as she tried to keep herself upright, but Cotton needed to think fast: the tapping of her hooves against he tile floor of the private room was to be expected as she adjusted herself for the final stretch, but that was actually the sound of Mira tapping her legs as she fought back against the authentic, fluttering bliss of her release...and just as she started to cry out, she felt Cotton's womanhood pressing against her face, muffling her groans of delight as quickly as she could.

It wasn't a perfect solution, but as Irving slammed his open palm against the stall wall and let his lips part again, his own cries drowned out the muffled screams on the other side.

His antics did nothing to dull the sensation of such a powerful, heavenly sound as the pressure and vibrations tickled against Cotton's open petals; as it turned out, the perfect way to fake her own orgasm was to simply be brought to it another way, and the soaking moisture of her release came to stain Mira's lips as she did all she could to moan in earthly bliss, all while slipping her tongue along her friend's soaking petals.

"Don't t-think you've ever...g-grabbed me like...t-this... fuck!" Irving called out, his voice just short of a howl that would have pierced the pseudo-privacy of the hidden basement in the strip club...but everyone there still heard him calling out and growling with the weight of his release, making it clear that Cotton was his to breed.

If he'd known in that moment that he wasn't breeding her, the boosted confidence and pleasure he felt would have kept him thrusting all the same, and much to Mira's continued delight, he was doing exactly that as the bulge of his knot stretched her petals with every thrust.

Just as he'd expected, he wasn't able to complete a tie through the barrier between them, but Cotton reached back to hold the knot as he finally went still, save for the occasional tremble of his climax, against the stall wall.

Weird angle for her to be holding it from...how is she doing that?

His thoughts were pushed to a blank once more as Mira clenched up with everything she had left, riding out the last wave of her orgasm around his impressive flesh. Still panting into Cotton's folds, it took everything in her not to confess what she'd just done and scream anew, but there was a soothing, calming sensation spreading over her as the flood of stolen seed settled in her womb.

She couldn't deny it: Cotton had just watched Mira fuck her boyfriend, and it was so much hotter in reality than the fantasy that they'd originally discussed...but the domineering stare of the mare above, as if it was reminding Mira that she was only a surrogate, was the delicately placed cherry on top of the most satisfying sundae she'd ever had the pleasure to be a part of.

"Guess w-we'd better get cleaned up, baby," Cotton suggested. She gave Mira a small tap on the shoulder, and as the hidden mare slipped away, cum oozed down the insides of her thighs and dripped to the floor with such volume that she couldn't help kneeling in it. "Sorry if the next bar won't be quite as exciting; we kinda started the night on a high note."

Slumping into the wall behind him and struggling to zip himself back up, Irving didn't know how long he was shaking his head before his words caught up. "You won't hear me complaining at all, babe...shall we?"

The happy couple exited with a new energy as Cotton stepped out first, greeting Irving and whisking him down the street.

In the stall, Mira was still kneeling in the puddle, letting her fingertips collect a hint of the mess right from the source. As she licked his virile seed from her palm, she wondered if she might be able to collect another sample at the next bar...

...Perhaps if she asked nicely enough...