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Cia grumbled as she slumped down on her seat. Her boss had just declined her vacation request, and she needed it. There were some very important things she had to take care of, and he'd just decided that nope, she wasn't going to. The asshole. There would never be another opportunity to get an original Pleczyak!

She knit her hands into fists and fought the urge to punch a wall. It didn't help that she was in heat, either; she was too busy and overworked to get fucked, and that left her increasingly frustrated instead. Still, at least that part, she knew how to deal with. Her boss, though - try as she might, Cia couldn't really think of anything she could do to change his mind, and she desperately needed the vacation days she'd applied for.

In about seven months there was an auction for a one-of-a-kind painting - a beautiful aquarelle from Jonas Pleczyak, a handsome artist who she was sure would make waves in the art world as soon as anyone saw past that shaggy fringe of fur over his eyes, which meant popularity, which meant he would be expensive - and she absolutely had to have him. His painting, that was, and they only accepted bids at the auction house. Not online. Cia grit her teeth. It was 2023, who didn't accept digital bids? What kind of luddite neanderthal required physical attendance to sell works of art that by its very definition transcended physical borders? Her thick tail was whacking against the wall loudly enough now that she had to focus to make it stop before someone complained.

Before anyone had time, to, though, One of her co-workers walked into her office. A wolf a few years her junior, Wesker. He'd been reprimanded by HR once for inappropriate flirting with her already. Not that she really minded - it was nice feeling desired, even if she wasn't planning to reciprocate - but there had been others who overheard it, so she had to report it. There was no ill will between the two, at least, even if his cocky personality was a little grating sometimes. He seemed very eager to crawl into everyone's panties, but Cia figured that was true for most men, most of the time. A little stereotypical, maybe, but that intuition had never steered her wrong.

"Hi Cia, I heard the boss said no," Wesker greeted her. "That has to sting, one-of-a-kind painting and all..."

"Yeah, hi Wesker. It stings, yes. Did you just come to remind me of that?" she grumbled. "I can't believe he'd do that."

"No, I actually had an idea for how you could get some time off anyway," he offered, with his most winsome smile. "It's in what, half a year from now?"

"Yeah?" she replied. A thin sliver of hope.

"You could take maternity leave," Wesker suggested. "He can't deny you that."

"Right, great idea, wolf. I'm not pregnant, though, so there's that," Cia replied, that brief fleeting feeling of hope gone and replaced by twice the frustration. "I'll have to pay someone to act as middleman and get it-"

"-but you could be," Wesker interrupted her. "I could help you."

"What- you mean- you can't be fucking serious," she snarled. "Come on."

"No, I'm serious. I could make you a mother. It'd only take a few minutes, or longer if you'd prefer," he smiled winsomely, showing off a perfect row of fangs in a grin wide enough that it raised his ears, if only slightly.

Her gaze dropped a little - involuntarily - to check out the wolf's crotch. Yep, he was already bulging with excitement, and it was visible even through his pants. He seemed rather well-hung. Probably very virile, at least if the size was anything to go by. Cia felt a tingle of desire, cursed herself for looking at all, forcing her eyes back to look into his.

"So you're suggesting that I, what, just lean back and spread my legs?" she growled.

"Mhm. It'd be easy, all you really need is for me to cum inside you. Nature will take care of the rest. It's what our bodies are designed for, after all," he replied, and that sly grin never left his face. "It'd be enough if you just tug your panties aside and pull your skirt up a little. We could do it right here."

She sighed, covering her face with her webbed fingers, and then inhaled sharply. "I repeat; you can't be serious."

"No, I am. I'm pretty potent, and you are going into heat soon, aren't you? So, if that vacation is really important for you..." he trailed off, with a suggestive wink. "...plus, you do look like you could blow off some steam."

Cia couldn't believe she was actually considering it. On some level, he had a point. Her boss couldn't deny her maternity leave, and it'd start just around the time she needed time off. On the other hand, she'd be pregnant with no chance of abortion at that point, and have a baby to take care of soon after. It was an incredibly risky, foolish idea, and somehow, that made her pussy clench, as if voicing its approval. It would be easy. Getting pregnant usually was. Especially when she was already feeling the first tingles of her approaching heat.

"Don't tell me you don't like the idea at least a little bit," he said. "How about it? You could have exactly what you wanted, and besides, in the future, when you need some other request granted? Getting knocked up would help with that too. Fatten up your tits enough that they'd be really hard to look away from, stretching that blouse of yours..."

Cia stayed silent. He was right about that too, but it didn't make the idea any less insane.

"You could be leaving work today with a sexy, naughty secret between your legs, cum slowly dripping into your panties, and you'd love it, because you'd be getting your way. Even if it'd be a little bit of an inconvenience."

He was soon behind her, his cunning hands rubbing her shoulders with an expertise that made relaxation sweep through her tense muscles. She groaned reflexively, without thinking. "Throw caution to the wind just this once. Let me inseminate you like your body wants me to, and you'll have that painting in your home before you know it."

He had a way with words. There was no denying that, even if her budding heat probably made every word sound a lot more interesting than it actually was. It was still an outrageous idea, but as his suggestions wormed their way into her mind, she couldn't help but think about it more and more. She really wanted that painting, and if it was just a few minutes of letting this lascivious wolf rut into her, maybe it'd be worth it? She felt her nipples stiffen, the outlines of them thankfully covered by her bra, and a familiar slickness was building in her groin. She hated Wesker for even suggesting it, but...

...Cia stood up, facing him.

"Fine," she growled. "Just be quick about it. And I'm not doing this for you."

She sat down on her desk, tugging her black pencil skirt up enough to expose the damp lace of her panties, which she then pulled to the side, revealing her glistening pink folds for the wolf. He was already undoing his fly, watching her, pulling out his rock-hard cock in turn. She had to resist gasping at the sight of it; he must've been at least eight inches if not more, with a pair of heavy balls hanging just underneath it. No, this is just a business thing. Don't get horny. Just let him do his thing so you can get the vacation, she reminded herself, and unceremoniously spread her legs a little.

"Mm. I'll be happy to," he said. "Just relax. I'll only need a few minutes, if you're in a rush. With how sexy you are, I won't take long unless you want me to."

He dug his fingers into her soft thighs with a familiar, masculine hunger, prying her legs a little wider apart as positioned himself between them with a triumphant grin on his face, lining himself up with her fertile entrance with practiced ease. Before Cia had any opportunity to reconsider or hesitate, he slid his leaking tip against her folds, parting them, finding her entrance with a practice pull of his hips and then forcing his cock inside her with a smooth thrust. Unprotected. Cia's head swam at how crazy the whole scenario as; was she really going to let her co-worker impregnate her just for a painting?

Wesker wasted no time. She didn't need any time to adjust. He began rutting into her at a steady rhythm honed in all males by millennia of evolution, fucking her right there on her desk, working his cock in and out of her while growling softly with pleasured approval at her clutching, squeezing response.

"Rrrf, clench a little harder if you want me to be done faster," he huffed. "I've been pretty- nnf- pent up, so you'll get pregnant for sure once I cum."

He was crazy. She was crazy, laying on her back like this and letting Wesker fuck her bare. This was dangerous, risky, crazy. All she had to do was to follow that carnal impulse to its natural end and let him finish deep inside her, and it'd be a beautiful middle finger to her asshole boss. Cia bit her hand to keep from moaning as her body eagerly responded to his ministrations, squeezing and suckling on his virile cock without a care in the world beyond getting what it wanted. It felt like she was an animal, like they were both_animals, engaged in the most natural act in the world, and at the same time it felt incredibly _wrong to do it so casually.

Thinking about the consequences only sharpened the natural high of it. Her breasts would indeed swell with milk, stretching and filling her blouse to the point nobody would be able to avoid looking at her cleavage. Her belly would grow big and round, as an unmistakable symbol of her fertility and impending motherhood. Soon she'd have a little pup nursing on her.

And she'd have her Pleczyak original painting, no matter what it took, what she had to give up. Even if that something was her perfect body.

She clenched firmly, tightening herself around his rigid manhood with breathless anticipation. Soon, he was moving a little faster, not holding back in the slightest as he worked on breeding her, thrusting hard enough to make her little breasts bounce under the blazer she was wearing.

"Y-you know, this has been a fantasy of mine for months. God, you're so fuckingtight," he growled in a low whisper. "I just didn't think you were such a slut."

"I'm not a slut," she hissed, even as her hips rocked to meet each of his thrusts and her muscles clenched around his cock, milking him for his seed. "I'm doing this because I need that damn painting," she protested, while body sent a much needier message, caressing every inch of his beautiful shaft.

"Is that why you're so wet? Admit it, you just like the idea of getting knocked up by some random guy," he replied. "Now you just have an excuse for it."

"Shut up, asshole," she snarled, in as low a tone as she could muster. "You're lucky I need this."

"Mm, I need it too," he chuckled. "Grrf, I'm getting close, almost there. Just give me a little longer."

He throbbed inside her heavily, as if reminding her of what was about to happen. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt - or at least, could remember feeling - having that thick cock strain and jerk against her inner walls. His heavy sack slapped against her rump. It was completely insane, and she loved every moment of it. Instinctively, she tightened herself around him again. He was swelling up again, including the bulb at the base of his knot that'd tie them together and ensure none of his precious sperm spilled before they could work their magic on her fertile body.

"Rrf. Here it comes... your pups," he snarled, with a look of intense concentration as his knot ballooned inside her, tugging firmly, almost painfully, on her lips as his hips kept moving until the very last second, where he hilted deep inside Cia's body. She could feel his tapered, lupine cocktip nudge into her cervix., and his claws digging into her legs as he clutched at her the moment of his release. "G-get ready to become a mom!"

The first pulse of his rigid cock inside her felt incredible, like she could feel every moment of his pleasure. It was, after all, the first time she'd had sex without a condom to protect her. The following, sudden jet of wet heat deep in her core made her gasp and squirm. He was seeding her. Impregnating her. Like a common animal. That gasp turned into a moan with dazed pleasure. Again and again he throbbed, buried all the way to his root inside her, and his cock kept jerking, each pulse followed by another tickling, muted splash of heat.

"O-oh, You're- I'm- I'm g-" she stuttered, suddenly realizing she was cumming too when the first climactic spasm shook her body like a tidal wave. She clenched around him with orgasmic pleasure, again and again, and with each contraction her thirsty cervix dipped into the growing pool of his rich sperm inside her, a trickle leaking deeper into her unprotected womb. There was a deeper satisfaction to it all. Not a mere orgasm. No, she was sating the beginnings of a heat, at that specific feeling was so utterly intense that it made her dizzy - only noticing that she was moaning out loud when Wesker helpfully clamped her mouth shut so her colleagues wouldn't overhear her.

"There. Still think you didn't need that?" he growled, softly, finally letting go of her thighs, which he'd been squeezing on roughly enough that she'd be bruised tomorrow. He had both the look and sound of a very, very satisfied male. Not that Cia looked any less satisfied, with her eyes half-lidded and her mouth hanging open, panting in the floaty bliss of her afterglow. He checked his watch. "Mm. Ten minutes to change your life. Enjoy your maternity leave, slut. And your bigger tits. I'll do this next year too if you want more of my pups to nurse."

Cia couldn't find the strength to respond. He was still tied with her, grunting and huffing now and then as aftershocks went through him, his rather happy cock squirting another splash of now rather watery seed into her, leaving her feeling a bit full and bloated. Somewhere inside her, the wolf's swimmers were racing through her, meeting no resistance, readying themselves to assail her poor egg the moment she ovulated. It'd be soon, there was no doubt of that.

Ten minutes. That was all the time it took to make sure she was going to be a mother. It felt like it'd been much longer. Half an hour, at least. Like time had been compressed to emphasize the intensity of their brief transaction. Fine. She'd take the consequences that she'd suffer, letting Wesker empty his balls in her. She could handle that. She'd asked for it, and it was for a cause. Yet... it'd felt so incredibly good. Her flat belly would be ruined, but she could work out and regain it... though there was a distinct nagging feeling that she'd be doing this again. A growing addiction that'd leave her cunt burning and dripping with need next year, even if she had no reason to want a vacation, then.

Wesker's paws slid under her shirt and squeezed her breasts through her bra, pinching her nipples gently and tweaking those hard nubs between his rough fingertips. "You'll just _have_to let me suck on these once you're all milky," he grinned, flexing his cock inside her to draw another breathy whimper from the otter.

Somehow, even though the wolf was a cocky, smarmy asshole, that didn't seem like an unpleasant idea at all. Especially once she had that damn Pleczyak to gaze at while he did it.