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Here she was again, walking through the cold morning mist on her way to work. It'd warm up later in the day, but it was that time of year when the mornings and nights were freezing cold and the afternoons far too warm. Cianna shuddered, quickening up her pace. The otter would warm up soon enough, but leaving home this early after a night comfortably bundled up in several blankets was never a fun experience. Something about that barely awake tiredness made everything seem horrible. All the sounds were too loud, all the temperatures too cold. Or too hot. She disliked mornings, but new hires had no choice but to get to work early. The company had assured her that later on, she would be able to choose her own hours and even work nights, but that was a year or so away, at least.

Still, wandering through the city like this was something Cianna hadn't done for ages, and as such, it was interesting to see all the things she would never have paid attention to on a bus, or not seen at all on the subway. There was a long row of various restaurants, each one catering to a hyper-specific taste and somehow staying in the black. Between them, the kind of electronics shops she could tell sold fenced phones without even needing to step inside. Massage parlors, laundromats, bars. Hopes, dreams, and passions, all crushed into dust and reformed into uniform storefronts by the wonders of modern society and the need for eternal growth and profit.

More than any of that, though, there was this one feature of the city that she passed almost every day. A dimly lit, graffiti-covered alleyway. It looked like it'd be a much shorter route to her workplace, but it wasn't exactly inviting. Not in any sane way, at least not for an unarmed and untrained lone woman like the otter herself.

Cianna wasn't paranoid. Most likely, she knew, nothing would happen. Crime in the city wasn't that high. Most likely, the alley was used for what seemed the most natural; a shortcut. Maybe later in the evening, young couples would use it to fool around. It was still an unnecessary risk that she didn't want to take, but regardless of her efforts, the visual of the dark alleyway had burned itself into her mind. Every time she passed by it, she wondered what if? What secrets and dangers were hidden between the high rises and the densely packed shops? Would she actually get groped, maybe even raped?

It was a kind of call of the void. The same sort of misguided, foolish instinct that called on all living things to step over a precipice, to try touching an electric fence, to squeeze into a cramped cave without knowing if they'd be able to get out again. She wouldn't follow it, but that didn't stop her from thinking about doing it.

She arrived at her workplace and the mundaneness of everyday life reasserted itself. The glass doors slid open and the building swallowed her for another eight hours and forty-five minutes, including the lunch break, of mind-numbing work.

The duties of a junior coder were rote. Routine. The kind of things that Cianna had already mastered back in school, and through the entire workday, she'd just be sitting there in her little cubicle, hammering out code by pure muscle memory. Create a functioning menu, done. Add physics, done. Add a GUI with windows and dialog boxes, easy. It was all crushingly unmemorable and unrewarding. Oh, certainly she had her trusty coffee cup - the one with a little picture of an otter dangling from a ledge - and infinite refills, but that only managed to make time pass a little quicker.

Her workplace knew what they were doing. The coders were all discouraged from talking to each other outside of the lunch break, and were encouraged to dope their synapses with a constant, steady overdose of caffeine. It kept them productive. Yet, after a certain amount of time spent in that stage, the otter's mind had a tendency to split into multiple lanes. One handled the coding while enjoying the comfortable warmth of the office while listening to the rain tap on the windows.

The other, though, wandered back to the thought of that alleyway. Right now, nobody would be in it, but sooner or later the rain would stop, probably well before she headed home.

On the lunch break that followed, Cianna got a quick sandwich from the cafeteria and instead followed up on a little hunch she'd had. For this part of the city, reports of sexual assault were... only _slightly_above average, and there was nothing to say that such things happened specifically in that alleyway. Almost certainly that wasn't the case. While searching through statistics, she happened to also notice another tidbit; the number of young, single mothers - and children outside of wedlock - was _significantly_higher here.

That left her thinking. If someone like herself happened to follow through on those dark instincts and her work-numbed mind's yearning for catharsis, and ended up getting taken advantage of, she wouldn't report it as assault, would she? After all, while certainly not consensual,_she would still have clearly set the stage for it to happen and all but offered herself to whoever took her. Whoever _fucked her and left her dripping with his seed, perhaps fertilized, bound to have her belly swell with a bastard pup or two over the coming months. It was crazy reasoning. Of course anyone sensible would report it, but her?

No, if she was dumb enough to roll the dice like that, she wouldn't report it if she rolled snake eyes. But the consequences would still happen and be recorded regardless; whoever read the anonymized statistics and saw her living alone would just assume that she was an easy slut who didn't care about protection. Or, in the best case, had a long-distance relationship. The former thought was more titillating, though.

Cianna's mind wandered as she imagined it. How would it feel to have some stranger's pups growing inside her? To be visibly pregnant with her belly protruding in an unmistakable symbol of promiscuity and lust. With someone she didn't even know.

That was the dark appeal of it all. Catharsis, in a way. Spitting in the face of society's expectations and surrendering to her own dangerous, risky drives and lust.

She wouldn't actually do it; the otter was far too rational and logical. She wasn't the type to engage in self-destructive or insanely risky acts. But it was a nice thought. One that, upon shifting a little, she realized she'd probably be rubbing herself to a few orgasms over. Her panties were soaked. Thankfully, she always carried a spare pair in her backpack, prone as she was to dirty daydreams.

By then, it was already time to work again. Nose to the grindstone, the otter thought, and hunched over her computer in a decidedly unergonomic position, focusing on getting the day's jobs done. As before, none of it was hard, but the bosses seemed to like having the newbie do all the tedious grunt work. Sooner or later, things like this would be done by the computer itself. Algorithms writing their own basic code that people would later shape into what had been ordered or demanded. That was how the work made her feel; like a machine programming other machines. At some point, no amount of daydreaming or caffeine could distract her from that realization.

At the end of the day, when the sun was already setting, Cianna noticed the rain had stopped, at least, letting a few life-giving rays of warmth slip in through the window. She soaked them up happily, the fleeting feeling of warmth and light enough to make her thick tail wag back and forth a few times. Outside, the air was comfortably warm, though quickly cooling down, but then again, both would feel amazing after an entire day breathing air-conditioned office-air. Office-air had this particular smell to it. Electronics, boredom, and paperwork, and eight-and-forty-five was far too long to be breathing it.

Cianna left the office in good spirits, taking the elevator down and walking out through the front doors into the sunset glow of the evening. Perhaps the otter didn't like what her current job amounted to, but being free of it after the workday was done? It felt incredible.

Then, as she kept walking, she approached that side alley again. Only this time, the woman in front of her on the street - she didn't know her - looked around and walked into it. For some reason, that made the otter's heart skip a beat. In her mind, she'd painted that alleyway to be some kind of taboo place, probably full of monsters, literal or figurative, and seeing someone walk through it contradicted that mental image. The otter froze in place, watching the other woman disappear between buildings.

The otter tiptoed a few steps after her but found her courage failing just at the precipice of that dark, dirty alley. Cianna strained her ears, trying to listen for any sounds of conflict or the kind of unwanted, nonconsensual sex she was sure happened in there, but all that she heard was the fading sound of her footsteps on brickwork, and then, nothing at all. Cianna couldn't follow even if she wanted to, not with the heels she was wearing. She'd end up breaking an ankle.

She shook her head. Obviously, that other woman had just taken a shortcut, and successfully ended up on the other side. There was no grand mystery to it. Only the phantoms of her own fantasies. Cianna continued towards her home and tried to think no more of it. Until she actually arrived at home, at which point she nearly tore off her skirt and jammed her favorite magic wand against her dripping slit, only barely stifling a needy moan as the vibrations shot through her shivering body.

Why, why did the thought of getting fucked by strangers in a dark alleyway excite her so much? It wasn't fair! Normal women fantasized of cute romantic relationships, of handsome hunks who offered them love and marriage, and here Cianna was, moaning and whimpering with pleasure at the idea of some dirty street rat pushing her against a grimy alley wall and _taking_her, leaving her dripping with his filthy sperm, gaping and violated and _eager_for all of his friends to take their turns using her defenseless pussy. Cianna squealed as her orgasm hit, her juices soaking the head of the wand as she thrashed and squirmed against it, imagining herself so thoroughly used, _oozing_with the cum of a dozen random men.

It wasn't fair. She could never indulge in those fantasies the same way someone who just liked feet, asses, or gentle loving bondage could. And so, they'd remain in the back of her head, tormenting and teasing the poor otter until she inevitably gave into them. With a dreamy sigh, she hopped in the shower and got on with the rest of her day, preparing for another long eight-and-forty-five at work the following day. She drifted off to sleep after a hearty dinner, and her dreams were once again diffuse and erotic, all centered around that damned alleyway.

At least the next morning was a fresh start. For once, there didn't seem to be any rain at all, which the otter, despite her natural affinity for water, thought was incredibly revitalizing. Completely dry days were rare in autumn, after all. She headed to work after the traditional tall, dark cup of coffee, but this time, she decided to wear her flats. Just in case, for no particular reason, it definitely felt like a day for that.

This time, the day went even quicker than yesterday. Perhaps it was the fact that she was anticipating something. Today, Cianna had decided that she'd at least look into the alleyway after work, if she saw anyone else enter. It'd be too risky alone, but surely nobody would bother two or more passers-by. As such, she did her paid duty of writing code quickly and efficiently until the day was once again fading into evening, and this time she was focused enough to avoid even the usual daydreams. And sure enough, soon she was heading out again, down the elevator, through the glass doors, and that was when she deviated from the routine. Rather than walking past the alleyway, or_going through it, she loitered for a moment just outside, ordering a baguette from a nearby corner store for a plausible excuse, and waited for someone else to go first. Most people seemed to totally ignore it, which was fair. Much like what Cianna felt she should've done too, from the get-go. A few bites into surprisingly delicious meatballs and fresh bread later, she spotted someone going exactly _her way.

This one was a young cat in a form-fitting dress. One of those cats that looked like every other cat in equal measure, and so nobody could really tell her breed. There was no denying that she was beautiful, though, and the dress accentuated and flattered the subtle curves of her body. She stopped in front of the alleyway, looked around, and then walked in.

Cianna stuffed maybe half the baguette into her mouth and quietly followed the cat while still chewing. Finally entering the alleyway that'd been haunting her dreams for so long felt eerie. Wrong, somehow. It called to her mind those proposals of nuclear waste sites. This is not a place of honor, the inscriptions would read, to make sure that no future people dug into the ground to unleash the radioactive pollution. It wouldn't work¸ of course, if for no other reason than the inherent call of the void that every human heard. The drive to explore the uninviting, to dig deep into darkness and see what lay beneath. After all, here Cianna was, following a stranger into the dirtiest alley she'd seen in a long time.

It was surprisingly labyrinthine. Once, this had been a _street,_she realized, before high rises and skyscrapers eclipsed most of it and left whatever businesses that had been there rotting away in the dark. The sun barely reached all the way down between the buildings. So far, though, there was nothing out of the ordinary. No monsters, no criminals, nothing but vaguely suggestive graffiti featuring rats, and the usual smell that all urban spaces seemed to develop if not regularly cleaned, somewhere between the cold fragrance of crumbling concrete, old paint cans, and dissolving cardboard.

But here, there was a certain animal musk that mingled with it. A note of... sex.

"Hey! Look who it is!" someone yelled. Cianna froze and then dove behind the closest wall. "If it isn't our horny rat-slut coming back for seconds."

It took the otter a moment to realize that the words weren't meant for her. She was still safe and unseen. It was the cat who had drawn someone's attention, and from the sounds of it, that was exactly what she wanted.

But she looked so beautiful and elegant.

Cianna peeked out around the corner. The cat was surrounded by a group of young rodents. Late teens, early twenties at most, probably. Most of them were rats, but there were a few mice too. Street rats; the unfortunate product of the city's social policies a few dozen years ago. Youth and young adults who had nowhere else to hang out than places like this. Not that this group seemed too bothered by it; they seemed to be having a great time. Cianna perked her ears to listen in.

"Mhm, just couldn't wait to get another filling, could you, slut?" a white mouse with long, wild hair laughed. "Didn't the last one take?"

Clearly enough, they'd fucked before, and from the sound of it, without any protection. That thought was so dirty that it made Cianna clench all the way back in her hiding spot. The cat's reply, she didn't hear, but it was quiet and reticent.

Cianna stared from her hiding spot as the rats quickly undressed the other woman, leaving her naked. From what the otter could see, she was also rather wet with anticipation, though it was difficult to say for sure from this far away. Then again, if she wasn't, why would she even be here?

She'd come here willingly to get fucked by the rodents.

Indeed, one of them shoved her against a wall and kicked her legs apart while the rest gathered around her, one by one tugging down their pants or unzipping and fishing out hard cock after hard cock. Cianna clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from gasping. She'd always thought cocks were beautiful - unlike, it seemed, most other women - but she'd never seen so many at once, especially not hard and ready. The sight made the otter shudder. And the rodent gang's leader, the white mouse, thrusting roughly into the cat's sopping wet body made it worse.

"Y-yeah, that's it, fuck. You really want some hybrid pups, don't you? Don't worry, just k-keep coming here, and we'll help you out," he growled, while thrusting into her in quick, jagged thrusts. Cianna could hear_how wet she was from the slapping. "Make that slutty belly of yours swell. God, it's like you were _made for this."

The cat yowled in quickly building ecstasy, her claws scratching along the brick wall. Cianna couldn't help but wonder how she felt. In dissolute bliss, no doubt. Probably desired, given that it looked like all of the rodents were about to take turns emptying their balls into her. And at the same time, surely there was an aspect of degradation to it, too. They saw her as little more than a fertile pussy, a warm and wet hole to spurt their cum into, a chance they seemed to be eager to take. Her pleasure didn't matter, beyond mother nature's own reward for getting inseminated while presumably fertile.

It'd only happened to Cianna once, by accident. The condom had gotten torn. Thankfully, his sperm hadn't taken despite the risky day, but she could still remember the leg-shakingly intense orgasm and even better afterglow of having her heat soothed by each wet pulse of cum. That'd been with a partner, though. Not a bunch of strangers.

The fact that the cat was being fucked by strangers, utterly throwing caution to the wind, only made it hotter in the most sick and perverted way.

"Fuck, like you're sucking me dry. Nnf, take it," the mouse groaned, slamming himself as deep as he could into the cat's body, and holding himself there, almost unmoving. Cianna could picture the base of his cock throbbing heavily. "Get fuckin' knocked up, whore."

Slut, whore, and all those things. Another shiver shot up Cianna's spine as she imagined someone addressing her like that. She barely dared to breathe as the alley grew silent for a moment, as the mouse finished dumping his seed into the cat. Then, another took his place, this one a rather lean yet muscular rat. He leaned over the cat, whispering something that made her tail fluff up in either fear or anger. Cianna had never figured out the difference.

Then he thrust into her, and she let out another yowl of ecstasy as the rat's cock sank deep into her heat-struck body. She's really into it, Cianna thought. Then again, the otter was no better; she was already imagining herself in the cat's place. That fantasy quickly spiraled into something more; an invasive seed of a plan to actually make it happen. She couldn't, she wouldn't, but what if she did, anyway? What if she showed up tomorrow and offered herself to those dirty street rats like the cat had done. Would they treat her like that, too? Would she enjoy it, throwing away all pretention of control and simply letting her body feast on emotionless but utterly carnal and euphoric mating, of getting fucked as a mere feral in heat?

Again, Cianna paused. The intensity of her fantasies was threatening to make her dizzy. Half of her wanted to reveal herself right now and see what happened, but no. She wasn't far enough gone for that, nor dumb enough to ensure that she received the sperm of a half a dozen virile rodents. Or perhaps she just didn't want to interrupt the sexual bliss the cat was wallowing in.

She stayed there until the rat finished. This time, the pulling out was accompanied by a deluge of spilled seed gushing from the cat's puffy sex. The rodents cheered, something about her being filled to the brim and about how much better she looked with a pussy full of rat-cum. A third immediately took up his position behind the cat and soon he, too, was rutting away, thrusting in that familiar rhythm that indicated he was only interested in getting his rocks off. Certainly, the mess of the other two who went before him didn't bother him at all as it squelched around his cock.

Cianna sighed quietly to herself. Her fingers had snuck down between her legs, where her office slacks were completely soaked with lust around her groin. Thankfully the wet patch was difficult to notice on the dark fabric, though the otter herself was achingly aware of how much the display she was witnessing turned her on. She wanted to rub herself to an orgasm right then and there, but not only was she sure she'd moan - and thus no doubt leave the alleyway with a load of virile cum in her own eager little pussy - but it was getting dark. Soon she'd struggle to find her way out of the alley at all.

Well, maybe not. But it was the excuse she needed to quickly straighten herself up, leave the moaning crowd behind her, and walk out onto the regular, well-lit street again. Only then did she dare to really inhale. So that dark and foreboding alleyway, she thought, was basically just a spot where people would meet for casual sex. Not even just poor teens - the cat had looked like upper class from how she was dressed - but just... anyone who wanted a taste of that. The woman she'd seen walk that way the other day, had she also been looking for the same thing? It couldn't always be the case, someone was bound to want to use the alleyway merely as a shortcut. Did the rodents leave them alone, then?

Maybe they went by scent. Or dress. Either way, after catching her beath for a few moments, Cianna set off walking again towards home and her trusty magic wand, who she needed more than ever before. Every step of the way her cheeks burned with embarrassment at her own wetness. Nobody would notice it, but what if they did? Even having bladder issues would be a less embarrassing excuse than what she'd actually done; spied on a group of people having sex and unconsciously rubbed her tingling little clit while doing so.

At least the magic wand banished those thoughts from her mind for long enough to do all the everyday chores that needed doing before bed, and by the time Cianna actually curled up in bed, she was feeling surprisingly relaxed. She already knew what her dreams would be about, but that was fine. They were only dreams. It wasn't as if she was about to head out there and get impregnated by a bunch of rats, unlike some horny sluts.

That was what they called her as they took her, one after the other, while she was splayed out on a few hastily placed and flattened cardboard boxes, already wet from the rain the day before. She didn't care about the discomfort. Not with how good their cocks felt thrusting into her, one after the other, each leaving behind a wet and sticky mark of its appreciation. A badge of honor that she'd happily show off to the others, letting everyone see what a needy whore she was, how eagerly she'd let anyone use her cunt to empty their balls if they needed to.

She woke up in the state she was expecting. It was starting to become routine at that point, but the flipside to having to wash her laundry was that multiple dream-orgasms every night ensured she had a pretty relaxed day every day.

Granted, when Cianna did wake up, her mind immediately jumped back to last night's events in vivid detail, and she bit her lip. All the questions she'd been mulling over, asking herself again and again, kept returning to her. What if she did do it?

If nothing else, perhaps she could, at least, dress a little lighter than usual for work tonight. Her boss certainly appreciated it, and just in case she wanted to do something very risky, inadvisable, and dangerous, she'd be dressed for the part already.

Cianna didn't really have any outright sexy clothes, but she had old ones. A black skirt that she'd loved in her teenager years just before a final growth spurt had left it a little too short for her. It'd reached down to her knees, then. Now it was halfway down the thigh, needing only a lucky - for them, unlucky for her - angle to see her panties. Or not. Maybe she wouldn't wear panties. Cianna giggled to herself at that thought. Nobody really sat in front of her at work, and while she walked, she could just focus on not walking up any stairs with anyone else nearby.

The thought made her feel so naughty, so alive in the strangest of ways.

For her top, she couldn't go too revealing. Just a little more cleavage than usual. A button left undone as if by coincidence or a tired morning, but to make that naughty feeling even stronger, she chose to not wear a bra at all under the blouse. It wouldn't be noticeable if she didn't get horny at all, and she knew her workplace well enough to know they wouldn't complain anyway. All her coworkers were men, after all, and Cianna was pretty sure she could show up to work naked if it wasn't for the guys in HR.

On any normal day she appreciated their efforts. But today she wanted, needed to feel and be attractive and desired, or she'd up taking that damned shortcut through the alleyway. It was insufferable how much that fantasy occupied her senses, now.

Either way, Cianna headed to work as always, only more lightly dressed, and shivering from the cold morning air caressing her bare pussy underneath a skirt that was far too short for her. For a moment, she considered running back and changing to her usual pants, but if she did that, she'd be late to work, and the otter was never late.

In her excitement, that wasn't the only thing Cianna forgot. In truth, over those last few days of growing obsession and lust, she'd forgotten to check her calendar and thus take the heat suppressants she usually relied on to work through her fertile period. Beyond just her natural curiosity, she was going into heat, which might've explained much of her unusually high arousal, had she remembered that.

Instead, it wasn't until she got to her workplace - in through the glass doors, up with the elevator - that she noticed she was being stared at. One of her colleagues sniffed the air. He couldn't quite recognize the scent as an otter's heat, but it was clear he sensed _something_strange. That was when Cianna figured it out. She rushed to her computer and checked what day, exactly, it was. Her brown-furred face went all but white at the realization that she was already in heat.

Quickly, Cianna crossed her legs. It wouldn't help much; the scent was all over her. Her coworkers would have enough self-control to not take advantage. Alley rats might not. If she went there, they'd probably assume she had specifically waited for her heat to make sure she ended up pregnant with one of them. Cianna wouldn't do that, would she? Not consciously, at least. The more she tried to fight the feelings growing inside her - and in her loins, in particular - the more space the thought of sex occupied in her mind. It'd been a while since she'd forgotten her suppressants, and the heady, giggly, hazy high of being in heat felt almost entirely new. As if she was a teenager hitting her very first one, and suddenly drawn to any and all men who showed her the slightest bit of interest.

And happy to be as slutty as her body was suggesting she be.

You're an adult now, though, she told herself. No excuses for being a total slut. Just focus on work, then go home, and take the damn pills.

Though she tried to focus, it was more difficult today than before. She fidgeted restlessly, squirming in her seat and very aware of just how sensitive her folds were getting, glancing out of the window every few minutes as if hoping that she'd see something to distract her. Working while in heat was difficult.

The question is just how you managed to forget about it. It's like you really do want to end up like that cat yesterday, Cianna continued to admonish herself. In a way, she was right, too. It felt as if her mind and body had entirely different goals and objectives, all of a sudden. One half of her was angling to get fertilized and didn't much care who did it, as long as they had a big enough cock. Like that white mouse. He'd looked so very sexy while rutting the cat, and Cianna just couldn't wait to feel it in turn. Every throb of his cock and every warm jet of his rodent seed tainting her womb.

Cianna shook her head, hard enough that she almost banged her muzzle against the side of her chair. This was exactly why she never forgot to take her suppressants! Never until now, with the stupid alleyway distracting her every day! She hated feeling this dumb and horny.

At the same time, she also liked it. It made life feel simple. It was a seductive state of mind, like being drunk, and just like being drunk it came with risks.

But that was enough daydreaming. Cianna grit her teeth, rolled her shoulders, and got to work, squeezing out what work she could, just barely_meeting her deadline for the day while fighting back a rich mélange of erotic fantasies, most of which swirled around the central topics of degradation, impregnation, and _dirtiness both mental and physical.

And then the workday was over, although Cianna didn't notice it before she heard the door slam as another coworker packed up and left. She quickly shut off her computer and followed suit so as to not have to be the one responsible for locking down the floor and turning on the alarms. In her heat-addled state she would be sure to get it all wrong, anyway.

Down the elevator. Through the glass doors. Soon Cianna was walking back - feeling like her head was full of warm fog - towards the safety of home, and more importantly, her medicine cabinet, where her heat suppressants would put an end to these foolish thoughts that were distracting her.

The problem was that she had to pass the alleyway on the way home, and sure enough, when she passed by it, she froze up. It'd be a quicker way home, the lying, treacherous part of her mind told her. The part most soaked in her heat-hormones, which cared only one for one thing.

Those guys can't be there every day, anyway, Cianna tried rationalizing. It'd make sense to take the shortcut. That way, she'd have a much shorter way home with less chance of anything bad happening! And she'd already been in the alley once anyway. Nothing had happened. She'd just gotten to watch others. The logic wasn't sound, but it was enough for Cianna given the state she was in, and so, she unwittingly let her heat-struck pussy do the thinking for her, just as the cat had the other day, and whenever she first had realized she loved getting fucked by rodents over and over. She walked into the foreboding darkness between buildings, that savage gap in the civilized world, in her far too short skirt and in full heat, her arousal pearling down her inner thighs as Cianna found herself subconsciously hoping_to get caught. No matter what the consequences. Maybe even _because of the consequences. Her entire self was quickly yearning more and more for that divine, orgasmic, and deeply feminine feeling of being thoroughly inseminated and bred.

At first, the alley seemed empty. Every quiet step made Cianna shiver. She passed by the spot where she'd been spying on the cat yesterday, heart beating so rapidly that she was briefly worried she might pass out, and rounded the corner into what must've been the central point of the alley. Just as Cianna was almost certain she'd get through without anyone as much as noticing her, she heard someone call out to her.

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?" the voice said, and Cianna recognized it instantly as the white mouse she'd watched the other day.

"Oh, I was just-" she began, but the mouse and his friends - appearing from a corner she hadn't seen from where she approached - quickly cut her off.

"Oh, going by that smell I think we all know where you're going," the mouse said, his nose and whiskers twitching as he stepped close and inhaled the otter's scent. "Someone's deep in heat, isn't she? I _knew_I smelled an otter yesterday..."

Cianna blushed, fiercely enough to render her chestnut-brown muzzle the color of reddish rust. A hesitant glance downward revealed that the mouse was already getting hard, a shameless bulge at the front of his trousers. As if he was expecting to get to fuck her. The worst part was that he was right; he would get to fuck her. Cianna knew that much already.

"Um," she stammered, suddenly tongue-tied as she found herself exactly in that position she'd been dreaming of. It felt like a dream, the same way finally losing one's virginity might. Only she'd lose far more than her virginity. She'd lose any right to call herself anything but a dirty slut.

"Well? Aren't you gonna offer your pussy? I bet you're not even wearing panties. None of you sluts ever do. Makes it take too long to get your belly filled with a litter," the mouse laughed cruelly, took another step closer, and slipped a hand under her skirt.

Cianna shuddered at the feeling of his hand against her soaked lips. Bare, and worse yet, unprotected, with no way to hide either fact, or how much it turned her on.

"See? Predictable," the mouse grinned, and then yanked that short skirt from her more innocent days up, to show her drooling, puffy-with-heat pussy to all of his friends. The other rodents whistled and jeered, and Cianna felt both attractive and slutty in a way so intense that it almost made her feel drunk. Some demonstratively squeezed themselves. A few even unzipped and fished out their hard cocks for her to stare at. And yes, she stared. Her knees felt so weak she was worried she might fall over until the mouse turned her around - firmly but gently - and pushed her against a wall. "Could use some more enthusiasm though. Tell us all what you want."

Cianna stuttered out something unintelligible as she heard another zipper being pulled down behind her. He didn't even bother to take his pants off. The otter's claws dug into the wall just like the cat's had, and her thick tail eagerly flicked out of the way, baring her fertility for the whole group of men. His fingers dug in between her cheeks and thighs, and he spread her even wider open. "What a nice little pussy, isn't it? Drooling at the idea of getting pregnant," the mouse chuckled. "God, I love bitches in heat. Come on, what do you want us to do?"

Cianna couldn't really find the words, not right away. She was seconds away from dreamy yet very dirty, even filthy ecstasy. Mere inches remained between her entirely unprotected little slit and the mouse's cock. Then all his friends' cocks, too. They weren't even taking advantage of her, they weren't raping her. She was doing this to herself, she just couldn't admit it, no matter how wet she got in anticipation.

The mouse held up a phone - the model was a few years old - waiting for her to admit what she wanted. Maybe that was why the statistics seemed so normal. Cianna could just say no and walk away, and she almost did, until she felt the mouse's finger slide all the way down that soaked groove between her legs until it brushed over her clit roughly, and the otter moaned instead.

"Fuck me," she huffed.

"And then what, slut? What happens after a good fucking? Do you want us to cum inside you, too? One after the other?" the mouse goaded. His tail wrapped nimbly around her leg and squeezed, while his hand stroked over her smooth stomach. "Just think about how sexy you'd look with swollen tits and a baby or two in that flat little belly of yours."

"Yes," she hissed, and it felt so good to say it that she almost came on the spot. She imagined herself heavily pregnant, and in her heat-addled mind it was the hottest thing she could've ever imagined. Certainly, she clenched several times in rapid succession against the rat's fingers. And then all the words came out all at once. "Please fill me with your cum. B-breed me!"

"Well, that's that, you heard her, boys. We got another single mom to make," the mouse grinned, and then, a second later, Cianna felt his heavy shaft slap against her thigh. Fuck. He felt the size of a baseball bat, and she'd seen his balls, too. Balls that he'd empty deep inside her, just where all that virile, potent, belly-swelling seed belonged. Where it was his right to spurt it.

Cianna moaned as the nameless mouse's glans rubbed along her slit. And then, without any more foreplay, he thrust hard into her. She groaned, trembling at the sudden immense stretch. Had she not been in heat, it might've hurt, but that pesky heat - along with ensuring that she'd end up pregnant - made sure her body was capable of accepting a wide variety of cocks. Anything to receive that blessed gift of their seed.

It didn't feel like much of blessing or a gift. It felt more like a roaring, deafening fire that consumed her from head to toe. With each throb of the mouse's cock, she anticipated the next pulse being the first injection of his sperm. How many kids had he already fathered? She'd just be another name on a long list of countless sluts who just couldn't resist.

"F-fuck me, guys," the mouse groaned, freely thrusting into her, hilting so deep that his cock just barely nudged her cervix. "This one _really_fucking needs it."

"You mean she's actually in heat? Not just pretending like the cat?" someone else asked.

"Fuck yeah, it's like she's burning up. Can't you smell that? This one's primed to have some babies," the white mouse laughed, every few words separated by another grunt or moan.

Whether or not they were right about the cat, Cianna didn't know. Either way, she knew she was insane for doing this. A true slut. But the reward for succumbing to the call of nature like this was beyond worth it. It was heaven. Feverish, dangerous, risky heaven, knowing that soon, inevitably, the male mounting her would cum, and that'd be that. Her thirsty pussy and womb would greedily drink everything he squirted into her regardless of what her rational mind wanted. She could still back out right now, but after that first heavy, seeding throb, it'd be too late, and she knew she'd let them all empty their balls inside her. Why wouldn't she, once the dice had already been rolled?

"Ready for it?" the mouse asked in a breathy whisper directed to her, specifically. His cock seemed to swell even bigger inside her. His grip on her hips tightened, too, as he hammered into her. They were all gathered around the otter, now, each rat and mouse eagerly waiting for their turn once their leader got off. "Ready to become a mom? To have a bunch of cute little rats and mice nursing on your big tits?"

"Yes," she rasped breathlessly, too far gone to even think about declining such a gracious offer.

"Here it comes, then, you dirty slut- nnhg!" the rat groaned, his voice dropping into a growl of focused exertion as he thrust into the otter a few more times in sharp, short motions before growing still and exhaling in stutters from between clenched teeth. "Get... knocked up for me."

Cianna's heart skipped a beat, then another, as that split second between the last thrust and the first buck of the mouse's cock seemed to stretch on and on. Until it didn't anymore, and she felt a first jet of thick heat inside her in vivid detail. He was doing it. He, a total stranger, was pumping his cum into her, and she was letting it happen. Her world shattered into pleasure, and the otter came so hard that she screamed. In that focused state of pleasure, she was hyper-aware of every spasm of her muscles sucking the mouse's warm cum deeper into her body, and equally aware and maybe even thankful for each jerk of his thick, potent cock bathing the back of her quivering, fertile pussy with his sperm.

She could already picture his swimmers racing up her tubes as she came, hunting for her eggs. And they would find them, unless one of his friends beat him to it. Certainly, her body put up no resistance.

While she was still cumming, the mouse pulled out with a satisfied grunt, and before she had any time to react, the next one - a larger rat - took his place behind her, plugging the flow of spilled seed. Cianna whimpered again, feeling another stranger stretch her open, and very aware of how eagerly her now soiled pussy clenched around him in the last few moments of her orgasm, eagerly welcoming him to repeat the act his friend had just finished. And oh, god, she wanted it. At that moment, something broke inside the otter. She wanted more cock, more cum, she wanted the whole gang of rodents to use her like a communal fleshlight. And she'd keep coming back again and again until their seed took root inside despite their mismatched species. Maybe after it, too.

The rat was an even rougher lover than the mouse, and bigger, too. He pushed deep into her without any care for her pleasure, with a goal just as single-minded as the one that'd driven Cianna here to begin with, at the peak of her heat. At the same time, her second lover of the night slid his hands under her shirt with the same roughness, pulling it over her little breasts to squeeze them as he rutted.

Her heat, though. It took her body a moment to fully appreciate what had happened, but while the rat was already fucking her towards new heights, she finally registered - in that slow, physical way - that she'd been filled with cum at the height of her fertility. A soothing but drunken feeling swept over her like a wave, a relaxation so intense that she didn't even notice she'd gone limp, held up only by the rat's hands.

"There's that fuck-addled look I was waiting for," the mouse called out from the back. "God, I love bitches in heat. That look when you cum inside them is just..."

He made a gesture of kissing his fingers like a chef. Cianna had no idea what was happening at that point, except that it felt amazing, and that she kept cumming in various positions. Her back was against the wall and her tits bounced as a rat - a different one, with browner fur - fucked her loosened pussy. Then, she was bent over an empty trash can with someone mounting her like an animal. Then another. She was only aware of them being different people by how their cocks felt, but each one dutifully, or perhaps uncaringly, came as deep inside her as their cocks would allow.

And oh, Cianna reveled in the sticky mess of it all. Reducing herself to just a fertile cum dumpster like this wasn't what she'd ever thought_she'd like but taking beautiful cock after beautiful cock - hearing all those dirty names the rodents were now applying her - made her feel like little more than a shivering, quivering pile of gelatinous pleasure. Like a messy _hole, oozing with sperm.

Someone slid their fingers into her mouth, coated in that mess, and she sucked them clean eagerly despite tasting herself on them. Someone else bounced her on his lap until he grunted and she felt that quick rhythmic throbbing deep inside her again. More and more ropes of liquid heat, at least two from each rodent as they sated themselves in her freely offered cunt. At the same time, Cianna hovered, floated somewhere far away, in heavenly yet very sexual bliss, where no consequences existed, and the ones that might have only made her feel hotter.

Finally, they were all spent. Someone kicked her legs apart and she heard the false camera snap of their cellphones as the rats took photos of her stretched, cum-soaked pussy. She was happy to show it off, even relaxing her inner muscles to let more leak out, much to the appreciation of her new admirers. And undeniable proof of her newfound nature as a rather slutty cum dumpster. A pregnant slutty cum dumpster, if unlucky.

She was left barely able to stand at the end of it all. A warm satisfaction had long since drowned out her heat, and she felt so wonderfully used in a way she never had before. Like this was how it was_meant_ to be. The rodents, thankfully, called a cab for her and made sure the driver asked no questions about her splattered clothes, in exchange for a slurred promise that she'd come see them again the following day, or at least, as soon as she could. They were surprisingly considerate for what they'd just done, but then again, she might've already been carrying any of their offspring inside her by the time the night was over. And what man didn't to some degree love whatever had just brought him to multiple intense orgasms?

Every now and then, during the drive home and the last few hours awake, Cianna could feel a warm glob of sperm oozing from her rather puffy and red-raw pussy. It made her feel so... confident and sexy. How easily her cunt had made all those cocks cum inside her. How easy it was to get what she wanted from men, at least if what she wanted was to get bred. It was an intoxicating feeling, rather than the degradation she'd expected. Sure, she was still full of the cum of half a dozen men who had used her like a toy, but still... there was a deep, fuzzy satisfaction in being so desired. Even as a pure sex object.

Not to mention the risk of it. Maybe, if she was lucky, she wasn't pregnant yet. But if she kept going back, sooner or later the law of averages would assert itself and she'd end up with a litter of half-rodent babies.

Then again, maybe that's what she wanted. To roll those damn dice again and again until she lost, specifically until she inevitably lost, the same way any woman who let strangers fuck her without protection lost. A gambler's nightmare, but an erotic dream for her. One that'd certainly make her workdays fly by that much faster, while also keeping her heat perfectly under control.

Without bothering to clean herself, Cianna collapsed into bed with most of the cum still inside her and soaking deeper. After all, the additional risk didn't matter much if she was going to keep doing it anyway.

That, and the sweet relief of just letting things happen left her with the most peaceful night's sleep in years.