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Bred at the Gloryhole

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Likecrows

Gianna smiled, the racoon light-footed as she all but pranced into the establishment. To others, it might have been considered seedy and raunchy, too much so for normal, civilised society, but she thought of it only as a cornucopia of desire, a place where she could be lost and found, both at the same time. Her long, silvery-blonde hair fell to her mid-back, though she did not doubt that she'd end up with it tied up before the night was out, skipping as she hopped down the steps to the door, which was below street level.

It was down in a basement, an expansive play space for those deviating from the norm - oh, but wasn't the norm oh so very boring? She liked that, murmuring, licking her lips, enjoying the looks she got, the receptionist rolling her eyes.

"Oh, I see we've got trouble here tonight," she said. "Head on down, Gianna, your usual room is all booked. Are there any changes to your details?"

"Nope!" Gianna chirped, though was already itching to get her clothes off, to get as bare and as naked as she felt comfortable. "Thanks, Tina, promise I'll be good!"

Truth be told, she was one of the most respectful there, though it was unusual that a play space like that, with separate little rooms for anthros to enjoy themselves in with partners (themed and designed for kink) and a big open shared space for exhibitions and more, was entered so brazenly. There was usually a tugging of hair to cover muzzles, shifting looks, embarrassed blushes. But it was all in the name of indulging their needs, something that Gianna had become familiar with not long after she'd turned twenty. Going away to college, after all, had done wonders to broaden her horizons...

The room that she had chosen was quiet, small, like a wardrobe, though a sultry red light spilt down over her, lightly illuminating her. She liked that too, feeling as if she was in a movie, though the racoon wondered just how her black mask would come out if a photo was taken of her in there.

That would be hot... Gianna mused as she stripped down to nothing at all, thinking nothing of being bare, her underwear tossed on top of the pile of her clothes. Maybe next time I'll have to request that it's all recorded.

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There was little in the room but a small stool, padded, and a similar bench, both with black tops. They'd always asked her if she wanted condoms, but knowing that everyone that came there was regularly STD tested anyway (she had had hers the night before with rapid results, all clear), she had no worries about that. Besides...she wanted to leave there with more than good memories, but the notion of her stomach swelling, growing with new life over the coming months.

She leaned back against the wall, grinning widely as a small hole opened before her - well, a hole more than large enough than what she wanted. And another and another, coverings on the other side sliding back so that something of the furs on the other side could be exposed.

"Hello, boys..." The racoon murmured, running her fingers over her breasts, stimulating that flickering rise of arousal inside her. "Mmm... Did you miss me?"

She had no idea at all whether she had fucked anyone that had come there to see her that day, but, frankly, it didn't matter one bit. One cock was different to the other, of course, and that was all about the guys that had come there that she cared about. From a horse - those dicks were obvious - to a fox with a knot at the bottom that was not yet inflated, with a whole line of cocks shoving themselves through the gloryholes, she had more than enough to play with.

Gianna whimpered, fingers between her thighs, though she was more than wet enough already, choosing what seemed to be a dragon's dick with ridges on the underside, layered one over the other like plate scales. Maybe it was reminiscent of what lay on a dragon's belly?

"Hello, big lad," she cooed, licking her lips, taking his cock in hand, where it juddered a little more into her touch. "How'd you fancy taking this pussy for a ride then?"

Oh, she was daring, even more so than Gianna would have been if she had not been there to have a good time and no more than that, luxuriating and loving every second. When she knew that there was no way that she was going to leave the gloryhole room without a bun in the oven, it was as if everything had become heightened for her, ramping up to eleven and tingling through, her whole body prickling with electricity.

Bending over, she wiggled the bench into place so that she could rest a knee on it, though she was practised enough that it was no trouble at all for her to sink back onto his pale blue cock. Behind her, the dragon grunted, rocking against her, though there was only so far that he could push through the gloryhole. Whimpering, Gianna bucked her hips, taking him deep, using a little more pressure than she would have normally to get him as deep inside her as possible.

"Oh... Yes..."

The time for words was lost in moans, whimpers, muttered curses. What need, after all, could she have of words when moans spoke louder? His cock filled her wonderfully as she rocked and ground back on it, using the bench for leverage, even though the racoon was more than certain that she was going to end up quite sore by the end of it. To have her pussy well stretched and used, taken by more guys than Gianna even wanted to count, was all that the racoon wanted, moaning aloud, grinding back onto his cock as if nothing else at all mattered for her in the world.

It was a place, after all, where she could slip away from the troubles of reality, forgetting everything, at least for the time being. That was something, something big for her, letting her control go, something that she held onto far too tightly in her daily life. It was said that those that had too much control sought a lack of it or a giving up of it when it came to sexual play and the racoon could only be exceedingly grateful that she had found the choice of play and lifestyle that she had.

"Yes... Mmmph..."

His cock pounded her as she slammed back on it, grinding her buttocks into the wall, but she wasn't near her orgasm when he exploded inside her. Yet the racoon still relished in it, the hot flood of cum pouring into her, bloating out her lower stomach, making her feel fuller from the mere pull of it, her head spinning. He had to have a sizeable pair of balls on him on the other side of the wall, she thought dimly, but Gianna's horny mind was already bouncing to the next male.

A horse. Of course, she had to choose a stud like that now that she was good and warmed up, sliding off the dragon's cock and wiggling the bench over a couple of cocks down the line, seven gloryholes in total set into that wall. She spared a giggle for how close the guys had to be standing, all hoping for a chance to sink into the "slut" on the other side, but she would take her pick of them, even if she wanted to get through every guy. Oh, it would have been a shame indeed to leave them without a taste of her pussy.

Not knowing who was on the other side of the wall excited her far more than if she would have been in a gangbang with all of them, her pussy stretching around the stallion's fat girth as she rocked back on him. The bench helped, though she wriggled back, using the height of it to place herself at the right height for him to fuck, if her buttocks were pushed all the way back up against the wall.

"Mmph... Take me... Oh!"

That was all the racoon was able to get out before he grunted, slamming into her, taking her words to heart. His fat balls loudly bounced off the other side of the wall as he heaved and thrust, filling her pussy with every stroke, grinding into her far past the medial ring. In that moment, Gianna was merely along for the ride, treated like a mare in heat that needed nothing more than a good, hard ride.

"Unff... Ohhhh!"

She cried out, pussy tight around him, though he was getting her there, yes, that edge of ecstasy swelling inside her as it always did. Oh, how she needed it, but the thought of being bred made her hold off, gritting her teeth, clenching her fingers around the bench for stability even as it rocked under her. Yet all she wanted to do was to hold herself down in place, wishing that she had asked for bondage to be applied. That would have meant that the guys had to all use the same hole to fuck her, though she wanted more than that, craved more than that, her pussy flexing around him as if she was trying, even then, to milk the stud of every drop.

She lost herself in the moment, moaning, rolling back, though it was up to him to fuck her, to pound her, driving past the point of pleasure as orgasm swamped her. Ecstasy took her, though she was still in her own mind enough to grunt through climax, to acknowledge it, tongue hanging out, eyes half-lidded with euphoria. The stallion thrust, balls sending thick ropes of seed into her, flooding her at the same time, a lewd squelch of cum flowing deep, drooling out along the length of his cock while he took her.

Orgasm made her legs weak, but there was still more to come, more to do, moving between the guys as she pleased, sometimes bending over the stool pressed back to the wall so that they could fuck her and sometimes grinding back onto them herself. A fox, a wolf, a cheetah (she thought they had some spots visible through the hole) and even a moose, judging from the stomps and throaty bellows. But Gianna finally settled on one for her last, the biggest cock of all, what she had been working up to for so long, though she did not know who it belonged to. It had a thick, bulbous knot at the base that she could hump onto, though it was already swollen, her head spinning with orgasm, ridges spiralling around it. He had to be some kind of mythical beast like the dragon, but the racoon didn't care one bit, getting her pleasure, whimpering, groaning, her head falling forward as she used his cock like a sex toy.

Even though she should not have had a favourite, she secretly wanted him to be the one who fathered her child. She could sense the power being him, the strength, the male vitality, virility, so much that she strained to take for her little one, as yet not conceived. But that would come, surely so, with every lewd slop of her messy, strained pussy grinding onto him, moaning aloud, legs shaky through orgasm after orgasm, though Gianna could stay there for as long as she wanted.

Only when his huge cock pressed up against her innermost barrier, challenging her to adjust the angle of her hips even while her body ached, did she know she was done, crying out her orgasm brokenly as another load, a final load, of cum flooded her pussy, squelching out around his dick, the knot stretching her to the brim as it was forced inside with a sly, savage thrust from the anthro that it belonged to.

Yet the racoon would not have had it any other way, panting heavily, her head hanging, dragging every breath that she could into her body. Her stomach bloated out lightly with cum, simply unable to take anymore, even if she knew there were more waiting for her. Gianna's lips curled up in a tired smile, tail flicking high as if to show off her cream-splattered rump, the strained mess of her pussy, but the racoon had gotten everything that she'd come there for more.

In gloryhole breeding, there were no losers, only winners.

And she would forever remember her kinky night there as her stomach and pregnancy grew...