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Home, sweet home. The otter closed the door behind her, locked it, and immediately noticed that the apartment was not as she'd left it. She froze. All the lights were off. She never turned them all off. No, someone had been here. Her neck-fur bristled. This was not what she wanted after a long and busy day. Her breathing turned into a ragged growl.

"If someone's here trying to rob me," she snarled. "I'm going to rob your fucking eyeb-"

The lights flashed on, temporarily blinding her and leaving her flailing blindly. All she could hear was a cheerful chorus of "Happy birthday, otter!". Oh.

Once her vision returned, she had a look at her self-invited guests. Yep, that was just about everyone she could think of. The jackal, the dragon, the hyena, and the cat. Navah, Vesith, Whiplash and Rey. All wearing very silly grins, and with a pile of presents in front of them. She couldn't quite be angry at them, even though they'd nearly given her an adrenaline-induced heart attack, apparently breaking in to surprise her. Likely, the black jackal had picked the lock, being a sneaky and roguish type. She made a mental note to get it replaced if it was that easy.

Then, the otter slumped down on the beanbag. "I totally forgot it was my birthday," she sighed, with a somewhat forced smile. Her priorities for tonight had been to sleep, and to possibly invite someone over to pound her right into the mattress, being that she was slowly approaching that time of the year again. Then again, opening some presents couldn't be entirely bad. Maybe it would be fun, and it _did_feel pretty good to know her friends were still close enough to remember her birthdays when she forgot. "But thank you guys!"

"Oh, we'd never forget," Navah smiled. It almost sounded menacing the way he said it. Looking at the other three, they were being unusually quiet. Maybe so as to not spoil the gifts before she'd had the chance to open them.

First up was the dragon. Despite his size and rather magnificent exterior, he was a shy one. His gift was a sample pack of perfumes. Except as one would expect, knowing him, they all had very exotic fragrances. "Kobold" was one. "Treasure hoard" and "Deep, dark dragon cave" were the others. The otter couldn't help but smile a little wider. He must've gotten this from his alchemist. Nobody else would try bottling the scent of... treasure. Well, a dragon might, but...

"Thank you, Ves," she smiled. Trying those would be fun. Though maybe the one labelled "_Frisky_kobold" would be better left for when she didn't have visitors.

Next up, the hyena. His gift was soft, and when unwrapped, it revealed a pack of long, _very_long socks. Thigh-high socks in fact. A pack of three. One pair had stripes, one had spots, and the third one had cartoonish little hyenas with a variety of expressions ranging from "baby" to "angry". While socks could only be so exciting, they did look very comfortable. Who didn't like thigh-high socks?

"Thanks, hyena. I'll try these on after having a shower, I think," the otter spoke, and the hyena nodded. Vesith seemed a little frustrated at the notion of a shower. He did like his natural scents, and the otter probably smelled like heat and the sweat of a day's work.

Third, the cat. Rey immediately padded up to hug her, leaving a heavy, square gift in her lap. When unwrapped, it revealed a thick, illustrated tome. "The Body Paints of the Otter Tribes, and their Meanings." It seemed unusually academically-inclined for the cat, but a quick glance at the contents revealed all the photos were not only nudes to better show off the full paints, but some of them were rather sensual, showing otters painting each other in a variety of very suggestive - and later on, downright explicit - positions. Ah, that'd explain it. She felt a tingle of arousal, briefly noticing an illustration of a male otter painting the nipples of a female one with his lips.

"Thanks, Rey," the otter chirped. She already knew she'd have some fun reading that one, and the cat replied with a knowing, wide grin.

Finally, it was time for the jackal's gift. That one was... a bondage harness, it seemed. The otter wasn't sure how to feel about that. Not that she didn't do bondage on occasion, but...

"Should try it on to really celebrate your day," Navah grinned.

"What, right in front of everyone?" the otter asked, holding the harness up for the others to see. It was a sturdy-looking leather thing that would seem to frame her breasts pretty nicely, with enough support that it could probably be used for suspensions.

"Yeah! It's not like we haven't seen you naked before," the jackal replied.

She looked at her friends. They all seemed a little excited about seeing her in it. Sigh. I guess it's a fair price to pay, a bit of a gift in return. That, and her heat was influencing her mind just enough to make it seem like a pretty sexy idea, getting to show off like that.

"Alright, alright," she answered. "Navah, you get to put this on me. In private," the otter continued, gesturing towards her walk-in closet. She unbuttoned her top on the way.

The jackal was, at least, good at keeping up a professional attitude. He simply helped the otter slip into the harness once she was naked, making no evident advances in spite of her heated scent surely filling his nostrils. It fit her snugly, to the point it had to be a custom order, perfectly fitting around her breasts - and subtly pushing them up, at that - along with leaving her pussy entirely bare. What kind of play it was intended for was more than a little obvious, especially with the metal rings covering most of it.

Still, it does feel kinda sexy.

She wasn't planning on fucking anyone today, not with how fertile she probably already was, but these were all her friends, so a quick show wouldn't hurt. She stepped out of the closet, and the next few moments were a blur. First, she heard a metallic clack on the harness, down by her hips, quickly followed by another one. Then, she was flying up, gravity flipping the squeaking otter upside down on the way. She was quickly lowered down on a hastily assembled pile of pillows, though only enough to allow her to rest her head. A quick glance upwards showed that someone had driven two hooks into her ceiling, seemingly specifically for this, and that she'd been fastened there with two thick, sturdy-looking ropes.

In front of her were her friends, minus the jackal who was presumably behind her, and even from her inverted perspective, she could see they were all grinning widely.

"Great, loving this," the otter finally huffed after recovering from the dizziness the sudden inversion had brought on. On the positive side, the harness supported her very well; the position was perfectly comfortable, bar for the fact that blood was pooling into her head. That, and her legs dangled above her head, spread wide enough to give all of her friends a very good view of her pink folds, already damp with heat.

"Good, because now we can get to the actual party," Navah chuckled, giving the otter's exposed thigh a pat.

"Don't worry though, we'll let you down if you really want to. The safeword is 'My little pony'," Rey giggled. The spotty cat was blushing just looking at her.

"And what if I don't say that?" the otter grumbled. She couldn't help but notice that the display and scent were having the expected effect on her friends. Typical, really, but seeing how they were all visibly hard underneath their clothes wasn't an unwelcome sight. That had always been something that really_got her going, knowing that she had that effect on someone. Especially when in heat, and unable to _not have that reaction.

"Well, then I guess we'll just continue as planned," Whiplash smiled. "And give you the birthday present you really deserve."

"What would that be?" the otter asked.

The hyena unbuttoned his pants and let his rather hefty shaft, half-erect, flop out. That immediately drew the attention of both the cat and the dragon, and after a few moments of staring, they followed suit. Navah didn't. Not yet, at least. But it still left the otter with three sexy cocks to stare at, all pointed towards her. Normally the display wouldn't have gotten to her so badly, but with her being in heat, or at least dangerously close to it, she was transfixed by the sight of those hard, eager shafts. And knowing that all of her friends could easily see how wet she was getting only excited her more.

"We've been reading your stories, as you know," the jackal grinned. He walked to the rest of his co-conspirators. "So we figured a perfect birthday gift for you would be letting you live through a story of your own."

She shivered, trying to guess what her friends had in mind.

"Remember what Rey said, if you want us to stop at any time, we will," Navah continued. "Or you can just relax and enjoy it. Okay, let's find a jar and a funnel..."

Rey scampered into the kitchen.

"You do fantasize about getting bred all the time, after all."

Now, the otter really blushed, and not only because of her inverted position. Of course, she'd known that her friends read those stories. The hyena even proofread_them, so they all knew her kinks well enough. But having it brought up like this with everyone present took away all the plausible deniability. It made it real, somehow. And it set her fantasies _racing through her dazed mind. Were they actually going to do that? Were they going to breed her? Was she going to let them do it?

A trickle of her arousal pearled down along her belly and towards her chest. Vesith's nostrils flared. Knowing him, and especially his reactions to one of the otter's latest stories, it wasn't difficult to guess what he wanted to do. He only barely moved before the jackal clipped a leash to his collar and tugged him backwards, gently but firmly.

"Nope, not yet. You'll have to wait patiently, dragon," he scolded the much bigger beast. Vesith grumbled with disappointment, but he obeyed the jackal.

"Might need a bit of warmup myself," Whiplash spoke, fidgeting with the collar around his own neck, a little hesitantly along with eyeing the jackal. The collar was locked, but at least he wasn't leashed yet. He had to imagine the jackal would try it if he hesitated, though. "This has never really been _my_thing-"

"-oh, I'll help, yeen!" Rey exclaimed, all the way from the kitchen, interrupting whatever the jackal had opened his mouth to say. The cat almost tripped over his own feet as he bounced back into the living room with an excited smile plastered all over his face, and his hard shaft bobbing merrily in the air with each step. He was carrying a plain mason jar, and one of the otter's wooden funnels that he'd apparently quickly painted some white patterns on, matching the otter's own.

Clearly he took a moment to read that book first, the otter thought, though her mind felt rather fuzzy, like she was trying to will her way through thick cotton candy.

He handed those to the jackal. Whiplash sat down on the nearest couch and Rey immediately knelt in front of him, a quick lick bringing the hyena's flagging erection back to full hardness. "Mhm, looks like this at least is definitely your thing," the cat grinned, his ears folding back as his own cock throbbed at the feel of the hyena's thick shaft brushing against his lips.

"Ah, we'll start with the dragon, then," Navah laughed, watching the two for a minute or so before forcing himself to turn his attention to Vesith instead. He _was_getting pretty excited himself, but unlike the others, he didn't want to be _quite_so open about it. Not that he could hide too much of it; already, his own cock left a rather noticeable firm bulge in his tight pants.

Vesith picked up the jar and held it against the tip of his throbbing cock. He gave his shaft a firm, slow pump, keeping his eyes fixated on the otter as he kept stroking himself, trying to fantasize of filling the otter with eggs like she was a kobold servant. But after a few moments, he looked at the jackal, pleadingly.

"Oh, fine," Navah grinned. "Go ahead and lick her. Don't think you'll get to avoid the cleanup just because you started early though!"

The otter squirmed as the dragon walked around her, and then twitched as she suddenly felt his slick, scaly snout press right under her tail. She felt him_shiver in turn as he inhaled, drawing in a greedy lungful of her lusty, sweaty scent. It wasn't _that long since she showered, but it'd been a very hot day, and her fragrance was musky with feminine need. She practically _felt_the dragon's nostrils flaring and could hear the slick, rhythmic pump of his energetic stroking.

Vesith groaned, sticking his tongue out, wetly slurping at her warm little pucker, teasing out every note of her natural scent. He wanted to rub himself all over the otter, to smear those wonderful smells onto his scales. It wasn't time for that yet, though. First, the otter's gift. Then he could have his own reward. Not that having a chance of breeding the fertile mustelid wasn't a reward, too, especially with how aroused she seemed to be getting.

Meanwhile, Whiplash's fingers dug into the sofa as Rey took his girthy shaft as deep into his mouth as possible, and down his throat. God, he could feel him purring around it, like a deep and pleasurable vibration resonating through his loins. The cat certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, but- nngh. The hyena grunted, fighting back the urge to just cum into his mouth. They had a plan,_and he was nothing if not a well-organized hyena- _rrgh! He felt his balls tighten as his cock throbbed heavily in Rey's throat, and in a feat of willpower, yanked the hungry-looking cat off it. Two could play that game.

Whip hoisted the much lighter feline up on the couch. "Let's see if you take it as well as you dish it out," he rumbled, a meaty hand cupping the entirety of the cat's groin, balls and stiff cock at once. And then he had an idea. Since this was all about enjoying themselves... well, Vesith was already getting to indulge in his fantasies, so he might as well do that too.

The hyena grabbed Rey's ankles and pulled his feet in for a quick lick, from heel to toes, with the cat twitching and giggling, rubbing his other foot across the hyena's broad snout. For a moment, he was torn between continuing showing Rey's feet the appreciation they deserved and moving onto his cock, but then, they were both distracted by a pleasured roar from the dragon.

Vesith's tongue dug deep under the otter's tail, and he stiffened, erupting into the jar in thick, pearly spurts of cum. The otter herself only felt his tongue curling inside her, his heated breath washing over her pucker and bare, damp folds in warm puffs.

"There you go, dragon," Navah called out. "Hand the jar to those two!"

Rey scampered over, helpful as always, giving the dragon's softening shaft a playful squeeze to push out every last drop of his seed once the spurts ebbed. And the otter watched. She had some ideas on what they were planning to do with that jar, once filled with rich, virile mixed cum, especially given the funnel that the jackal was holding. Watching them prepare it had her stomach feeling as if it was full of particularly excited butterflies, fluttering with arousal and need, punctuated by those empty-feeling clenches as her body anticipated what was surely to come.

Navah walked over to her, holding the funnel. He ran his finger over the bottom end.

"Mm, blunt enough. No sharp edges..." he murmured, and then traced a second finger over the otter's tingling lips. "No sharp edges here either," he continued, his grin widening. "And plenty of natural lubrication. Here, hold this for me."

He slowly slid the funnel's narrow end into the otter. She gasped, feeling herself squeeze it eagerly. It didn't feel nearly as good as a cock, but it was better than nothing, filling that growing feeling of desperate emptiness for the moment. Her head swum imagining how it'd feel to have that jar dumped into her. The seed of all her best friends, pooling inside her, almost certainly fertilizing her. Her breath hitched.

Whiplash and Rey were at it again in only moments, with the jar pressed against the hyena's shaft now. He seemed a little hesitant, though. The idea of possibly becoming a father was... strange, almost scary, and it almost made him get cold feet. Rey noticed that immediately and flopped down, pressing his feet against the hyena's face once more.

"Go on, don't keep the otter waiting. We only have a few hours left of her birthday!" he purred, rubbing his soles over Whip's nose, one after the other, smiling broadly as he felt the hyena's tongue drag across them again. His eyes closed, and he began to rub himself, holding his tip just against the rim of the jar. Navah, eager to offer some additional help, snuck behind the pair and traced a pair of fingers over the hyena's hefty balls.

Then, he had an even better idea. His slender hands snuck under Whip's shirt and dragged over his sides. Tickling had always been one of his weaknesses.

Sure enough, he squirmed, panting against the cat's feet, stroking himself much faster with his mind entirely distracted from the possible consequences his "donation" might have. It was too good to resist. At worst, he only had a one in four chance to become a father anyway. Totally worth it to get to enjoy this moment. And it was for one of his best friends, after all.

He groaned, taking one of Rey's toes in his mouth and sucking on it. Then, turning just enough to let the otter see his cock throb as heated, thick seed spurted into the jar, mingling with the dragon's earlier load. She quivered again. Only two to go. Subconsciously, she licked her lips. The sight of a male orgasming was so... visceral and utterly erotic. It felt better when it happened inside her, of course, but she wasn't, for just this once, in control. She had no _say_in what happened.

Once he was happy to have sufficiently drained the hyena's balls of all they had to offer, Rey, having apparently taken the role of a dedicated helper, made his way to Navah. He kept purring as he undid the jackal's pants - taking a quick moment to really squeeze that bulging erection in a show for the suspended otter - and fished his slick, knotted shaft out. Despite his calm and collected exterior, he was just as horny as the others. It was just that he was good at hiding it.

The otter's mouth felt dry. Each one of their cocks could give her what she needed. All of them at once almost certainly did. They all wanted to do it, too, which only excited her more. Even if their minds might've disagreed, each of their cocks desired nothing more than to plunge into her wet, fertile cunt and rut until it pumped its cargo of risky, beautiful cum into her. Filling her pussy. Coating her cervix and slowly seeping through into her womb. Swimming up her tubes, and finally fertilizing her.

When she felt more philosophical and less horny, the otter would sometimes ponder how it was that such a basic biological act could also be so beautiful, and even desirable, despite the burden it'd place on her.

Rey made a big show of it, cupping the jackal's heavy balls - as if to remind the otter of about what was in store for her - as he stroked his firm cock with his other hand, constantly keeping that pre-wettened tip pointed towards her. It was almost like a threat, but a sexy one that sent another thrill of excitement surging through the otter.

"Mm, maybe we need to put a collar on you too if you're that eager to serve," Navah murmured, his voice breathy from the cat's attentions. Rey offered only a purr in response.

"Actually, I have a better idea," he added, and then pushed the cat off his cock and onto all fours. "You first."

He swiped his fingers over the otter's drooling cunt - pressing down just enough to dip into that fleshy, soft groove - wetting them with her juices, and then slid them under Rey's tail, drawing a high-pitched moan from the cat in turn. He clutched the warm jar in his hands, knowing what the jackal wanted, and held it against is leaking cocktip.

It didn't take long for Rey to reach his orgasm with how excited he was by the whole situation of wanton hedonism. He let out a strangle, purring cry as he too erupted into her the jar, his hole squeezing eagerly around the jackal's fingers. One of these days, he realized in the heat of the moment, he wanted to be where the otter was right now. Surrounded by very horny friends, each equally lusty for him. For now, though, he was happy to ride out his orgasm and donate his seed to the otter's birthday gift.

The moment was drawing closer, now. Only the jackal remained. He motioned the hyena and dragon over as the cat all but collapsed into a purring, limp pile of pleasure the moment his orgasm faded.

"Mnh-" he groaned, as Whiplash and Vesith went to work to drain him as well. The dragon pressed his snout under Navah's heavy balls, taking them briefly into his mouth, savouring that masculine scent as it filled his nostrils, while the hyena in turn wrapped his lips around the tapered cockhead. Not that it'd take long for him either. Try as he might to appear aloof and mysterious, the lust surrounding him from every side had the same effect on him as it would any other male.

The otter watched, intently. Once this last friend reached his peak, it'd be her turn. No doubt they'd pour their mixed seed into her, but what about after that? Did they have anything more in store? She shuddered at the thought. Her pussy was practically burning with need to be touched, but she could only barely reach it at all in her precarious position. Certainly, she couldn't comfortably rub herself. Maybe that was for the better - had she orgasmed then and there, she might've regained enough clarity of mind to snap out of her heat-induced daze, perhaps declining to receive that wonderful gift her _amazing_friends had put so much effort into.

Navah came after a few moments, tapping Whiplash's head to signal him to bring out the jar. He did, and only just caught the first rope of cum as it erupted from the jackal's cock in a heavy throb. Another joined it, mixing into that of the others. He clutched at the hyena's ears as he let those ecstatic throbs squeeze out what cum he had stored up, and it was a fair bit. He'd saved up for a while. A week, in fact, in anticipation of the otter's birthday. And so his orgasm was so intense it almost made his knees buckle, and his seed thick, only reluctantly blending into the mess of white.

There, that's done," Navah panted, and shook the jar. It was about half full of viscous liquid; the very potent cocktail of sperm her friends had prepared for the otter. He held it up for her to look at. At that point, she was wet enough that her arousal had entirely matted the fur around her crotch and thighs, and that potent mixed seed almost seemed desirable. No, not almost. She was practically drooling to have it poured into her. Which of her friends would manage to claim her eggs?

God, just a single drop of it inside her fertile depths might leave her belly swelling. As always, she hesitated as the moment actually approached. If she spoke the safeword now, there'd be no consequences. No pregnancy. And her friends wouldn't hold it against her. The otter knew she should've, probably, said something. But her lust held her mouth closed, instincts demanding that she let this happen. Maybe I'll get lucky, she told herself, though she knew she was lying. There was no way that much sperm soaking into her womb wouldn't knock her up. Absolutely no way.

She squirmed, thick tail lashing back and forth as her friends all gathered around her. Her inner muscles tensed around the funnel. By now, her heat was in full swing, her body no doubt preparing itself for that influx of life-giving seed.

Navah shook the jar, mixing it further.

"Well, let's see how this goes. Anyone want to bet on who the father's going to be?" he chuckled, enjoying how his words made the otter blush even harder. The others stayed silent. Rey and Vesith looked excited. Whiplash, for his part, seemed a little frustrated. But the deed was done, and once that cocktail was poured into the otter, there was no going back.

Rey raised his hand. It was less to guess and more to indicate that he hoped it'd be him. Vesith did as well.

The otter closed her eyes. Not just that, she screwed them shut tightly as the jackal brought the jar over the funnel. On some level, she knew she should've said the safeword. But she needed to feel this. She'd cum so fucking hard it was worth any risk. Just thinking about it was making her drool. Her mind was a frenzy of conflicting thoughts; on the one hand, nine months of being pregnant was always a bore, but getting there would satisfy this heat. And nothing, _nothing_felt better than a heat fulfilled. Was it actually worth it for that momentary high? Maybe not. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but her instincts and carnal cravings had delayed her for long enough.

She felt the funnel stuck in her pussy grow heavier. All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. The end of it was practically pressed against the cervix, like an expressway for the swimmers to get right into her.

"Happy birthday!" her friends exclaimed in unison.

Then, with a wet, gurgling slurp, she felt that wet heat bloom beautifully inside her. Her breathing stopped for a good few moments as she wallowed in the feeling of the cum soaking into her. She could imagine it filling her to the brim, the sheer potent mass of it immediately setting off in search of her eggs. And there was nothing she could do, nothing. The helplessness to hinder her body from getting what it wanted was intoxicating.

There was more. So much of it. Realistically, maybe it wasn't that much, but it felt like a flood of soothing warmth that left her body thrumming with pleasure and satisfaction. There was just one thing left to do.

"There we go, that's about all of it," Navah grinned, emptying the last drops of cum into the otter, and then pulling the funnel out. His slender fingers playfully pinched her lips shut for a moment, pressing down, his whole palm massaging her mound as if it encourage the otter's fertile body to drink up. After a few moments he lowered the otter to the floor, leaving just enough tension in the ropes to keep her hips off the ground. Still, she was overfull, so a fair bit of the cum - now mixed with her own, feminine arousal as well - oozed out from between soaked lips.

Vesith licked his lips and Navah tugged his leash again. "Not yet! You can clean up once we're done."

"We should make her cum too," Rey chirped. "I think she deserves that."

To everyone's surprise, Whiplash was the one to step forward, already hard. When he noticed everyone staring at him, he shrugged. "Well, the damage is done already. No real reason not to enjoy it and give her at least one load directly," he sighed. "I know you love the feeling of someone cumming inside you, anyway," he continued with an affectionate grin.

He knelt between the otter's legs, and without any further ado, he slid his bare cock into her well-seeded cunt in one smooth motion, the two of them moaning in unison at that wonderfully tight union of hard cock and soft, eager pussy.

"Mh, god, she's hot as a furnace. I'll never- nngh, understand what's so hot about getting knocked up," Whiplash huffed, bucking his hips and groaning as the otter's silken walls clenched around him in response. "But it's your birthday so, fuck, we'll make a happy mother out of you."

Hearing him say that was all the otter needed with how aroused she already was. Well, that, and the wonderful, throbbing cock pistoning into her so eagerly, even the hyena now fully intent on seeding her. In just a few more thrusts, she stiffened, and then let out a loud, stuttering, high-pitched moan, almost like a happy whine, her heat-sensitized body glutting on the bounty of seed and cock, drinking as much as it could of the mess inside her with each spasming squeeze of her sex, along with trying to coax the hyena into pumping even more of it into her.

"Nnh, fuck it, you love it, don't you," the hyena growled, reaching to squeeze the otter's tits, as they bounced with each thrust. His fingers traced over her nipples and pinched lightly in rhythm to her milking clenches, prolonging the otter's blissful climax by a few heartbeats. "Sure as fuck gonna enjoy this pussy if you're getting pregnant anyway."

In a feat of willpower, Whiplash managed to keep himself from cumming until the otter was done creaming herself on his cock. And then, let go. With a groan halfway between a cackle and a roar of pleasure, he hilted himself inside her fertile body and finally let go, just this once fully enjoying the glorious feeling of rutting someone bare and unprotected, letting the tension in his balls erupt into her, in those same warm, wet pulses. The otter felt it. She'd seen the hyena fill the jar before. Now he was doing the same thing inside her. Throbbing, pumping, bucking, sending those same silvery ropes of virile seed directly into her, directly where they belonged in her very core.

Her eyes rolled back. It was almost too much. Her body was limp with that buzzing, thrumming satisfaction of a mating done right, and her jaw slack. Rey leaned in for a little kiss of appreciation, smushing his lips against hers, and she couldn't help but pant into his mouth.

The hyena pulled out, and Rey took his place. The jackal squatted over her head. Everything was a blur of carnal joy. Suddenly, there was a cock pushing between her soft, gasping lips, and she moaned as another pushed into her sloppy folds. It was heaven, no matter the consequences. Every second of it was worth it.

"Mm, just one small treat for you to finish the day," Navah huffed as that knotted shaft slid deeper into her maw. Her tongue lashed over the slick, veiny surface appreciatively, almost lovingly, as the cat humping her with ceaseless, passionate abandon made her moan around it over and over again. His thrusts were fast too, full of a primal kind of demanding, roaring arousal, even though he'd just orgasmed moments before. There was plenty left to give, and this time had more endurance.

Not too much more, though. Not with how sexy the otter was, lost in raw, sexual bliss.

She feasted_on those offerings, sucking eagerly on the jackal's throbbing shaft and clenching in turn around the cat's. Caressing, pleasing, milking those _beautiful_cocks, savouring the feel of them on her lips, her tongue, thrusting between her velvety lips and hitting every sensitive spot inside her again and again, with every energetic buck of Rey's hips. She'd lost track of time a while ago. The moment seemed to go on forever, and with her body rewarding her for being seeded so eagerly, she came _hard around that firm breeding rod, eyes closed in an expression of mindless happiness.

Soon enough - or maybe not soon enough, or too soon, it was hard to tell at that point, with her whole world just one of continuous, slimy, white-hot bliss - her partners joined her in orgasm. The jackal shoved his shaft so deep into her maw that the tip sunk into her throat, and she gurgled around it as his cum erupted down her throat, deposited directly into her belly, with each pulse of those black-furred balls. Rey in turn hilted himself deep in that warm, primal, very happy place between her legs and let himself go, giving her the final load of cum of the day, this time watery but no less plentiful.

A few moments later, they withdrew. She barely seemed conscious. Certainly, she didn't feel like she was, eyes glazed with exhaustion and lust in equal measure. With everyone as spent as they were going to be, Navah unleashed the dragon, nodding towards the otter. "Go on, clean up the mess. Don't forget the floor. I'll check in later, and if I see a single drop of cum anywhere that's not inside..."

He mimicked sliding a cage onto his cock.

Not that the dragon minded. This was finally what he'd been waiting for. Well, except for making the otter happy. Maybe giving her a few half-dragon whelps. They'd be like furred kobolds, and it sounded adorable. They might even be cuddlier than normal ones. First, he coiled his tongue around Navah's familiar shaft, swiping it clean of the otter's saliva and what little of his own spent seed remained on it, before turning his attention to the main course.

With a beat of his wings, he was over by the otter in an instant. This wasn't demeaning to him. No, he loved doing it. Loved getting that arousing melange of scents all over his scales and tongue. He licked his lips in anticipation, easing the otter's legs further apart and admiring how the warm, slimy cum and nectar drooled out of her exhausted slit, messy and beautiful, soaking into her fur and drooling over her pucker.

A perfect feast, made only more delicious by the fact all the smells and flavours were from his friends.

He pressed his long, scaly snout against that mess, inhaled greedily, and then exhaled in a long, pleased, imposing, and dominant growl of joy. Then his tongue dove in, scooping up mouthfuls of cum. His pressed his body against the otter, wanting to smell just as sexy as she was, right now; sweaty, musky, drenched with cum and her own arousal. He couldn't steal all of it even if he wanted to. Enough had to remain inside her to make sure she was successfully bred. But his nimble tongue scraped off every ounce of it that wasn't all the way inside her, swallowing each glob like it was a delicious treat. And once she was clean, he did the same to the harness, tasting the fresh leather along with the wetness. And the floor.

By the time he was done, Navah had left already, trusting his loyal dragon to do his duty. Rey was asleep, curled up in a bean bag. As was the exhausted otter, it seemed. Whiplash was the one remaining, watching with a curious, and very hyena-appropriate grin on his face.

Together, they carried the otter into her bed, the dragon helpfully propping a pillow under her rump to aid their combined seed. Not that it needed it. Chances were she was already pregnant. If not, she would be soon. But at least it'd keep her from having to wash her sheets repeatedly.