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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country. All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM. ********************************************************************************** A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas. This story was inspired by an image on a different site, but as it was AI generated, I don’t feel comfortable putting the link here. But if you ever see the image done by hellhound_rhythms, you will know which one inspired this story. ********************************************************************************** “Are you ready to be a college dropout single mom?” the large, grey wolf huffed and growled into my ear while he slammed his hips against my backside with lewd claps of flesh on flesh. He roughly drove his condom wrapped, thick red cock into my unprotected cunt relentlessly. His nails dug into my hips as he held me down in place, bent over a desk and with my tail raised like a good obedient little slut. Already lying beside me on the desk were two other used condoms, tossed aside carelessly and leaking their sticky white contents out onto the old wooden desk. The scent of cum and sex filled the air of the classroom; it filled my nose and just made my already unmanageable heat that much more intense. I didn’t want it, I needed it, to be bred, with every fibre of my being. Even though I knew that if they were successful, my parents would kill me for wasting their hard-earned money sending me to this college. I didn’t even know these guys names; all I knew was that there were six of them and they were apparently from my college’s biggest rival. I had already let three of them fuck me, this unknown grey wolf was the fourth, which meant I still had two more to go. Unfortunately for poor little old me and my pussy, these guys weren’t the excitable virgins I had been hoping for, who would pop within seconds of getting their dicks wet. These studs fucked and fucked hard, my cunt was already aching from the solid hour of fucking she had already endured and it wasn’t nearly over yet. Yup, that’s me. You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation… Hi, I’m Lorelai Filmore, captain of the West Coast Raven’s volleyball team. We had been on quite the winning streak this year and admittedly, we were getting cocky. That was until we were set to go up against our biggest rivals, the Northland Bruins. I know some people would say school rivalries are silly, but when you’re part of a team as close knit as mine, you can’t help but get swept up into all that passion and emotion. Which was how I got conned into making the worst bet of a lifetime. You see, it’s like this… The captain of the Northland Bruins is someone from my hometown, we’ve always had this strange sort of rivalry ever since kindergarten. I honestly don’t know why we can’t get along, we like all the same shit, same taste in music and guys…oh, right…guys. Maybe it’s because I stole her boyfriend that one time in the sandpit and she never forgave me for it. Then also there was that time in junior school…and again in high school…anyway, she doesn’t really have any real reason to hate me as much as she does. But Cynthia is always going on about how much of a slut I am, which really hurts my feelings. So what if I enjoy sex so much, with random guys that may or may not be in relationships with other people at the time? Anyway, I digress. When Cynthia saw we were their rivals for the semi-final, she proposed a bet. Of course, with our winning streak boosting our confidence, why wouldn’t I accept the offer for a chance to humiliate that stupid spotted feline bitch? It was a sure thing! At least until it wasn’t, who knew they had a goddamned six-foot four tiger, who had the vertical leap of a fucking flea and could spike the ball at Mach three. One broken nose later and twenty points down, our first loss of the season sounded with the buzzer, Cynthia had won. That goddamned smirk she wore as she strode off the court should have been my first warning sign that the bitch was plotting something truly evil, only I didn’t know how evil just yet. Lord only knows how she even figured it out, but the bitchy feline seemed to know when my heat cycle would begin and when it would be at it’s highest. But this time it was much worse than ever before, I swear she was somehow drugging me to make it worse, but I still can’t figure out how. Did she have spies or allies in my friend circle? I mean, sure I fucked a few of my teammate’s boyfriends, but surely that wouldn’t make them want to help our biggest rival? I swear, that goddamned heat from hell was the only reason I even agreed to go along with her insane bet, just because I wasn’t thinking clearly and my biology was screaming so goodamned loud and demanding to be satisfied. “Russian Roulette Breeding” Cynthia had smirked at me a few days before things had gotten so out of hand. She had gathered a selection of guys from her college who were willing to participate in her little scheme. The way she described it was that seeing as I really enjoyed fucking, why not gamble on it. She would get a dozen condoms, poke a hole into two of them, then let each of her guy friends blindly pick one to use on me. Being that it was during my heat, if I was unlucky, I might have one of the guys pick a condom with a hole in it and possibly get bred. “You want me to get knocked up?” I almost spat my drink in her face in disbelief at what this crazy bitch was suggesting. I won’t lie though, the thought of being the centre of a gangbang had always interested me, but I was never brave enough to actually do it. But now, someone else was setting it up for me and I would have a valid excuse for going through with it. The only drawback was the stupid fucking gambling aspect she wanted to include, I was not ready to be a mother before I turned twenty-one. “What? It’s only like a twenty percent chance of you getting knocked up” Cynthia had said with a smirk, before taking a slow sip of her drink and staring straight at me. I could see that fucking look in her eyes, like the bitch was challenging me. She knew I couldn’t back down, especially not from the likes of her. “Fine, when…” I growled back, almost crushing the paper cup full of my favourite sweet white mocha. “This Friday evening, the old science classroom on the far end of your campus” she had said far too easily, like she had already been planning this all out for months. How did she even know there was an old science classroom on that side of the campus, or that it hadn’t been used in months? I only knew that because one of the teachers took me there once to earn a better grade one evening. I had always been raised to stand by my word, so of course after agreeing to the bet with Cynthia, I would follow through with it. Even as crazy as it was, I would let her six random dudes fuck me, hopefully without the pierced condoms. I mean, what did I really have to lose? I wanted a gangbang anyway, but at least like this I could pretend like she forced me into it, I would be the victim here. I’d get to have my cake and eat it too! Admittedly I was getting rather nervous toward the time of the “event”, as I was starting to call it. It only got worse when the time finally arrived and I saw the six guys Cynthia had selected. They were all fucking canines, ranging from a run of the mill German Shepherd, right the way up to a couple of goddamn wolf twins. The bitch had selected every guy there just based on their genetics, which insured that if they did happen to pick the pierced condoms, they would be the most compatible partners to breed me. “What’s wrong, pup? Don’t like my selection?” Cynthia said mockingly from her seat in the middle of the empty classroom. She already had her phone out and was recording everything. “Let’s just get this over with” I growled, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten under my skin. The guys were already eager and waiting, I could see the bulges in their pants. I know I’m a bit free with my body, so I know a big dick when I see one…and every one of these fuckers was packing, let me tell you. Normally I’d enjoy a good time or two with them individually, that was usually my limit. But now I was about to take on six of these studs. I had gotten dressed as Cynthia had told me to, a low-cut halter top and a short skirt, no underwear. Needless to say, it had been an interesting walk across campus with the cool evening breeze tickling at my cunt every so often, as if even Mother Nature knew what was about to happen and was letting me know she would be there. I didn’t even get to say anything before the first guy was turning me around and pushing me down over the table. It was the German Shepherd, a handsome enough guy I suppose, but from what I could see, he was also the smallest. Which wasn’t saying much, he was not small by any measure of the word. Cynthia finally got up off her fat ass and strode over to us, holding out a red silk bag full of condoms and offered it to my first would be partner. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it at the time, but I should have made her prepare them with me in the room. So, when he pulled out a condom, I honestly didn’t know just how many of them she had tampered with, not until it was too late. I heard the wrapper being ripped open and the sound of slick rubber being rolled down a stiff shaft. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about them being able to perform, I could fucking hear all those canine noses twitching as they sniffed and breathed in my obviously very fertile scent, there would be no prizes for them guessing I was at the peak of my heat cycle. God, I wished I didn’t make that noise when the first guy sunk into me. Or that at least Cynthia wasn’t in the room and recording it, but she clearly did from the way the bitch was smirking at me as her first candidate began to fuck me over the old teacher’s desk in the unused science classroom. It still smelled of musty old papers and chemicals I couldn’t name; the rough wood scraped against my stiff nipples through my top with every thrust of the stranger behind me. I had to bite my bottom lip to stop from groaning so damned much, I didn’t want to make this any better for Cynthia than it already was. I even had to ball my hands into fists, letting my nails dig into the fleshy parts of my palms, just so my nails would stop scratching at the desk so audibly. Fuck, that German Shepherd cock felt good inside me, the way it filled, stretched and rubbed against my insides so perfectly. It could be a touch bigger perhaps, but it wasn’t that bad, it was definitely doing the job, and I could already feel myself working up to a nice, good cum. Just like with most men these days, the fucker came before I could. I felt him swell a little more inside me just before his dick started doing the wiggly worm thing, twitching and flailing about as he lost the pace and tempo that would have gotten me off. I felt his cum hit the barrier of the condom, I wasn’t sure what to expect if it was one of the faulty ones. Would I even feel it inside me if it was? Fuck, I just didn’t know, all I could do was stay there like that, bent over while some guy potentially made a mother out of me while he dumped his load into a hopefully working rubber. Frankly, I don’t know what I was more disappointed with, the fact he had cum too early, or the fact he didn’t get to bareback me. Yes, I know the fact I enjoy a nice messy cream pie every once in a while, might qualify me as being a slut, but so what. I didn’t even get a break before the next guy was on me, all I had seen of him was a black and tan furred hand reaching into the condom bag beside me and pulling out one of the gold foil wrappers. This guy was big, definitely bigger than the German Shepherd, he nearly made me break and cry out when he sunk into me. My nails nearly drew blood from my palms I had to clench my fists so tight in an effort not to moan, especially because the fucker just hilted me in one thrust. I went from empty to full of cock in a heartbeat, I could feel every beat of his heart through his dick too, I’m sure. “Tighter than she said you’d be” he mocked, while stirring his hips against my ass and working his dick around inside me. Normally I would have had some smart assed reply to that, only I didn’t quite trust my voice just then. I knew if I uttered so much as a sound, it was almost guaranteed to come out as a moan. So, I bit it back, clenched my jaw and let the smug prick fuck me. Clearly Cynthia had been spreading lies about me, she had made it sound like I lived off a diet of horse cock and beer with how loose she expected me to be. I took pride in my physical form, so what if part of that exercise was bouncing on dick. It was a great way to work those hard-to-reach inner muscles! At least arrogant prick McGee back there didn’t get to boast he lasted so long because I was more loose than Bonnie Blue the evening of her record breaking fuckfest. I was tighter than a nun by comparison, which went a long way to making my two-toned stranger pop like a fourth of July firework after only a few minutes of crude insults and half assed fucking. Needless to say, he had effectively killed whatever progress towards my first climax the German Shepherd had made, despite being better hung. It just went to show, size really didn’t matter…nah, just fucking with you. It totally does, at least for me. I love feeling like someone mugged my uterus the morning after, getting fucked like my womb owed them money and got beat up because it couldn’t pay. Leave me with an aching cunt and I will be the happiest slut…I mean, happiest woman in the world. Considering all his bravado and crudeness, I expected more out of the two-toned son of a bitch that had just fucked me. But when he came, all I felt was the throb of his cock in me. Either he didn’t cum, or he had the worlds smallest ejaculation, which briefly made me picture him with two tiny marble sized testicles to go with an absurdly big dick. I couldn’t help it, I snorted at the mental image, which just earned me an angry growl and rough smack on my ass as a result. Boy was he a sore loser, no wonder he was one of Cynthia’s friends, losers tend to stick together. “What the fuck?” I damn near shouted when a long, floppy wet tongue slapped down across my forehead and onto the bridge of my muzzle. When I looked up, I was met by the goofy, upside-down face of the ugliest bulldog I have ever seen. Dude made Quasimodo look like a model off the cover of GQ magazine. “Oh God, please don’t let this fucker have one of the faulty condoms…I don’t want ugly kids!” I screamed internally. Figures that bitch would throw in at least one uggo into the mix. This guy was not normally one I would ever even look at, not normally anyway. But let me tell you, as ugly as that fucker was, goddamn…he could fuck. Whatever he lacked in the looks department, he sure as made up for in the sex department. Even with his stinky cheetah smelling breath and drool dripping down onto my face, I could not for the life of me concentrate on it. Figures that the ugliest bastard there would have the perfect dick, it was as if the creator himself had perfectly fashioned the bulldogs fuckstick to fit in me. It just touched and rubbed every little spot inside me, like it was made of pure magic. He didn’t even speak, he didn’t need to, the moment he started working his hips, the fat fuck somehow fell into the perfect rhythm and pace that had me cumming like a banshee within minutes. I didn’t even care that Cnythia was recording all this, I hadn’t cum this much or this hard in ages, and it was all because of a flat nosed, cheetah smelling, drooling ugly bastard of a mutt. Was this why she added him into the group, because she knew how good he was, despite how he looked…and smelled. It was like being fucked by a Reddit mod, who had lovemaking skills that made Casanova and Don Juan look like rank amateurs at best. Frankly, I wouldn’t have been even slightly surprised if the bulldog shouted “hey you guys!’ when he came finally. That wouldn’t happen until about my third or fourth climax though, Sloth, as I started to affectionally call him in my mind, just kept leisurely fucking me at his own infuriatingly slow pace. Well, not slow, his hips were clapping against my ass at a good steady rhythm, but it was not the all out rough and eager fucking like the first two. I didn’t even know how long we had been going for, before he finally snorted like a bull with hay fever and flooded his condom with a surprising load. I could feel it bulge and swell inside me too, the flat nosed fuck made up for the second guys weak climax and then some. When he pulled out though, unlike the first two, who had dumped their condoms beside me on the table, he just tied his off and plopped it on my lower back. I could feel the warmth and weight of his deposit as it sloshed like a half-filled water ballon atop my quivering body. That brings us back to the grey wolf, the asshole who asked, “are you ready to be a college dropout single mom?” No asshole, I was not ready to be a single mom before my twenty-first birthday, thank you for asking. Especially not to the likes of you, Jeezus, where did Cynthia find this one? It was like he was trying to be the most stereotypical villain in a porn movie with lines like that. Unfortunately for me though, he could back up his attitude. He had a decently sized dick, at least for someone that wasn’t actually a horse. But he was a pretty decent fuck too, not as good as Sloth mind you, but not bad. I just wish the slobbering idiot had gone last, now that he had popped my cork, making me cum again was a lot easier for the arrogant grey wolf prick. Fuck, I didn’t want to cum for him, but he made me. The asshole snuck a hand under my hips and started rubbing at my clit while he fucked me, made me explode like a jar of Nitroglycerin being carried by a Parkinsons patient. I just know whatever he was saying while I moaned and writhed beneath him was something derogatory, but thankfully my blood was pumping too loud in my ears to even hear him. The prick only shut up when he brushed my long, snow-white hair out the way, just so he could bite down on my scruff. Dear readers, let me tell you something, do not, and I mean this with all of my heart, do not bite down on the scruff of a she wolfs neck while you are fucking her. Especially, and this is THE most important part, especially not if she is at the very fucking peak of her heat cycle. I am not proud of the sounds and words that made come out of my mouth, but whatever I must have said even made Cynthia recoil and look horrified. Considering that bitch is basically the spawn of Satan…yeah, that’s saying something. Either way, there I was, cumming my brains out again and apparently defiling everyone’s ears in the room, while that fucking grey wolf ploughed me like he was Amish and my cunt was his favourite fertile field. The video is out on the internet somewhere, you should look it up…there is a few minute gap in it though, even most respectable porn sites wouldn’t let it be posted with what I said still audible. Apparently, they couldn’t even show that part of the video because people reading my lips got offended somehow too…like, seriously? You’re the freaks watching me get fucked against my will, but I’m the bad one? Well…not against my will exactly, but it’s not like I ran into the classroom full tilt and spread my legs. Wait, why was I naked? When the fuck had they removed my clothing? It must have been just before the bulldog or during, because now that I think about it, when he placed his little cum filled balloon down on me, it had touched nothing but fur. Whatever, it wasn’t like it changed anything, I was still getting fucked by six strangers. Only now my goddamned nipples were starting to chafe from rubbing against the roughness of the old wooden desk they had me bent over. THWACK! “Nuh uh, pussy only! Fuck her ass on your own time…” that damned near made me shit myself. Apparently, I hadn’t even noticed when the grey fucker had shoved his thumb under my tail and was attempting to use my ass like the worlds worst bowling ball grip. Cynthia had seen it though and grabbed the nearest item at hand to beat the wolf into submission, which just so happened to be one of those old wooden slide rulers. God, those things make a noise when used to chastise unruly males. “I don’t do anal anyway” I interjected in a pathetic attempt to defend my honour. Why the fuck they all started laughing at that, I didn’t know. Okay, maybe I did take it up the ass on occasion, but not that often, it wasn’t like I was a certified buttslut or anything. For all I knew, Cynthia probably did it more than me. Then again, she would probably have to get the stick surgically removed from her ass first to do that. Just to add insult to injury, the grey fucker finally finished while I was talking, didn’t even have the decency to let me finish, but worst of all was how he just plopped his filled condom onto the small of my back…without tying it off first. I could feel the warmth of his cum seeping out of it and into my fur. Great, now I was going to smell like cheetah drool and cum for the rest of the night, at least until I got back to my room and could have a shower. Four down, two to go…the twin black furred wolves. Admittedly, they were smoking hot, if one of them were to manage knocking me up, we would have some gorgeous pups. Wait, fuck…no…too young to be a mother! Shit, why was I thinking like that, goddamned heat making me all gooey brained. For all I knew, I could already be on my way to single parenthood, what a Christmas present that would make. Hi mom, hi dad, meet your grandkid…who’s his father? Fucked if I know…would you believe he was another virgin birth? No…you know I’m not a virgin? Well shit…that rules out that name then. Dear readers, let me tell you, by the time I finally got home, I was both the happiest and simultaneously most pissed off bitch in the world. Those last two fucking wolves did a number on me, no one said they were allowed to keep switching places like they did. It didn’t help they were identical, so I couldn’t even tell when they did it. But when one got close to cumming, he tagged out with his brother, over and over again. Even Cynthia was pissed because she ran out of storage on her phone and couldn’t record the ending they took so long. By the time I was finally hobbling home, my pussy was cursing me in twelve different languages. I felt like I had been fisted by the goddamned Hulk, and with no panties on under my skirt either, I frankly wouldn’t have been surprised if my cunt whistled every time a breeze blew between my thighs, like some Redneck was blowing across the opening of a glass beer bottle. The only thing missing from my walk of shame, was the cum that usually trickled down my inner thighs. Sure, there was some on my back still from the grey furred fucker, but Cynthia had made sure to tuck all six filled condoms into the waist of my skirt. Well, five and a bit, that black and tan dude probably could have spit more into his condom, even if he was dehydrated. Anyway, that brings us to the present day. We’re coming up on almost a month since the “event” and Aunt Flo is a couple days late. So here we are, one of us is looking forward to a bright and fulfilling future, while the other one is peeing onto a pregnancy test and hoping to hell her parents won’t have a reason to kill her. If you don’t hear from me again, you know what the result was…