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Rocky was doing nothing more than making his way home, walking along rain-slick streets just after the rain had stopped, when his phone rang, and he got a message that’d lead to the experience of a lifetime. The wolf stopped, fumbled with the little black rectangle, and nearly dropped it in a nearby puddle before getting it up to his ear.

“Rocky? Yeah, hi!” the otter, Cinnamon, on the other end, squeaked excitedly. “So, I ran into this group of women while gaming who all wanted to get knocked up, right.”

Cinnamon, or simply Cin for short

“Wait, wait, hold on-“ Rocky stuttered. The otter was always quick to the point, treating every conversation as if it followed naturally from the last, no matter how long ago the previous one had been had. Especially when excited, it made her incredibly difficult to follow. “-what?”

“Women. Wanting babies. You know, that thing you’re good at,” the otter repeated, as slowly as she could manage despite her mind rushing a mile a minute. “All single, too. I told them about you, sent them a photo of you, and they all agreed, so you’re coming here the weekend after the next, and-“

Rocky opened his mouth and then closed it, in stunned silence.

“-and yeah, you’ll do the thing you do best. Breeding all of them. Yeah? We’ll bring the snacks and drinks,” she giggled at the other end.

This wasn’t the first time the otter had offered him to her friends for “use”, either for pleasure or for breeding, and make no mistake, he loved that role as the private breeding stud of a whole network of women. But this was something new. A whole group, with which he’d be mating, without any protection at all?

“Okay, just hold on a moment. How many are we talking?” he asked.

“Um, a handful? They’ll all fit into my house, at least,” the otter replied. Okay, like three or four, Rocky thought, making a brief mental note. He’d have to “save up” for a week or so, probably, to have enough energy for that many in just a few hours, but it was doable. In fact, he felt his cock twitch at the thought. That was all the approval he needed. “So, you’re coming?”

“All without any protection?” he asked.

“Well, duh. How else would you squirt puppies into them?” the otter laughed. “One might want a condom but if she does, she’ll provide one. Oh, and uh…”

She paused for an uncomfortably long time, sounding suspiciously like someone who had something to say but wasn’t sure if she should say it.

“Yes?” Rocky asked.

“No, yeah, it’s nothing!” Cinnamon squeaked. “Just be ready, okay?”

And then she hung up. Clearly and undeniably, it was something. There was something she wasn’t telling him, like that one time she had invited him over only for two of her friends to pin him down in bed and ride out their heats on his cock for hours. He had been sore for days after that, not to mention needing to wrap his cock in balm and bandages to keep it from chafing against the inside of his boxers, but at the same time, it was one of his fondest memories. Both women, a fennec and a tiger, had ended up with hybrid pups, and he had recovered just fine.

That kind of surprise, he surmised, was welcome. The otter was infamously bad at hiding them, anyway. The other unusual time he remembered in vivid detail was when another of Cinnamon’s many acquaintances had wanted him to pretend to be a feral wolf, barking and growling… and then eating out of a bowl while she sucked his cock clean. That had been unusual, and maybe a little degrading, but oh! There were few things Rocky wouldn’t do for a beautiful woman, especially if he got to breed her in turn.

In other words, there was nothing unusual about the coming day for Rocky, infamous breeding stud as he was… well, at least among his friends and acquaintances.

Or so he thought.

The time between then and now, at least, passed relatively quickly between work and chores, though as always, when he refrained from masturbating regularly, it only took a few days before everything started to look sensual, sexual, and rather alluring. It started with any woman clad in a tight shirt or short skirt, and eventually became all-encompassing enough to include rocks with just the right curve to them. The latter was usually how Rocky knew he was ready for prolonged breeding duties. Getting there, of course, only took him a few days.

The rest of that time was spent trying to not touch his cock despite it eagerly just about bouncing to full hardness at the slightest provocation, the merest hint of something sexual. And then another of his friends called him, wanting a weekend of wolf-cock all for herself. It was almost with tears in his eyes that Rocky had to decline; after all, he had already promised his services to another. First come, first serve, he reminded her, and though she sounded disappointed, she knew the rules.

As a breeding stud and serial man-slut, you needed to have rules. You needed discipline and a steadfast personality to cling to your principles! Or so Rocky told himself to reduce the smarting pain of having to say no to his favorite pastime.

Either way, time did pass, even if some moments took longer than others, and soon Rocky found himself approaching his friend’s house. Even from the outside he could tell there was a party going on; the windows were lit in a multitude of colors, and a faint bass rhythm could be heard even outside the building. Not so loud that it’d disturb the neighbors, but loud enough to give the evening the proper vibe.

Not just that. The fact was, that with the windows cracked just a little, Rocky could catch a scent, too. One far more enticing than any kind of music or lights; the rich scents of multiple women in heat, all mingling freely with each other. Short-form proof that he was here to do exactly what Cinnamon had told him, and that there had been no deceit.

Rocky straightened his tie. Maybe it was silly to wear a tie to an event like this, but in the wolf’s experience, women loved a man who was naked but for a tie to tug on.

He knocked on the door, and it swung open in a split second. Cinnamon was there, fully dressed, probably having watched him approach. She looked flushed, her muzzle looking a little wet. Rocky leaned in for a hug, smelling the distinct and wonderful aroma of feminine arousal on her snout. Seemed as if the girls had already been helping each other out as they waited for him.

He didn’t comment on it, though. He had never experienced a heat, but he was quite aware of how badly it made you need sex. Rocky let go of the otter and stepped inside with a confident stride, only to quickly find himself surrounded with one-two-three… eight women. Eight.

The wolf threw a questioning glance at Cinnamon, who smiled innocently while licking her lips, and he couldn’t even tell if the second part of that gesture was intentional or not, meant to entice him or to simply re-experience the flavors that had soaked her lips as they waited.

Eight women would be stretching it. But at the same time, Rocky was nothing if not confident in his masculine potency and the virility of his whole being, from stubbornly horny head to frequently rock-hard cock. It was a surprise, sure, but a welcome one. He hoped.

“Well, hello ladies!” he barked. “I’m sure you’re all here for the same reason, right? Just so I’m not about to do anything terribly embarrassing?”

His reply came in the form of excited nods from the small crowd gathering around him, half of them staring at him like a prime cut of beef at the butcher’s, and the other half with the kind of bedroom eyes that even a celibate monk would have a tough time saying no to.

One of them, a cheetah, pulled out a little golden ring with a sheepish smile on her face, offering it to Rocky. That was when his studly instincts kicked in, properly.

“Mm-hm. If you want me to wear that, you can put it on me,” he grinned his most charming grin, every word coming out sugary-sweet. “Come over here, kitty.”

It wasn’t exactly his normal, day-to-day personality, but exaggerating the more lecherous aspects of himself always got the juices flowing at events like this. Indeed, the cheetah approached him, slowly unbuttoning her shirt to reveal more of her beautiful, spotted body as she did.

“There’s a good girl. You’re the most eager of everyone here, aren’t you?” he rumbled, in the lowest growl he could reach, cupping the cheetah’s chin with a firm hand and guiding her to look into his eyes. “So very eager to become a mother.”

The cheetah gave a bashful little chirp, a subtle blush spreading over the bridge of her snout.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Rocky continued as he leaned in, letting his nose brush against hers, and his lips against those softer, feminine ones. “Get down on your knees and get me ready.”

“Aw, so not fair that she gets to start,” a fox whined, but they knew the rules, too. Rocky was in control… until he wasn’t. They did gather more tightly around him, though, as the cheetah obeyed, sinking to her knees slowly in front of the wolf. Immediately, her nose was buried against the front of Rocky’s bulging pants.

Rocky shivered as the others began to touch him, too. He felt a greedy hand squeeze his rump while someone else’s caressed his toned belly. Someone nuzzled at his neck, while someone else stuck a daring nose right into his armpit to eagerly inhale his masculine scent. Not that he could blame them; Rocky was certainly savoring the rich mélange of fertile scents lingering in the air. It was difficult not to; every breath seemed to send a rush of dopamine right into his twitching, swelling cock, even if it wasn’t for the cheetah’s warm hand squeezing and caressing his bulge.

“Go on, get it out. Show me how badly you need my cock right now,” Rocky continued teasing the cheetah. The right words at the right moment could turn everyone into a whimpering mess. He knew that much from personal experience.

The cheetah obeyed eagerly. He hadn’t said anything about not using her hands, but she seemed to enjoy the act, tugging his zipper down with her sharp little fangs while keeping her gaze fixed to his, eyes half-lidded in her best attempt at seduction. It worked, of course, but with the current vibe in the room, anything would’ve.

Someone else unbuttoned Rocky’s jeans and tugged them down from behind, and the cheetah, then, pulled down his boxers, too. His cock sprung out proudly, bouncing free from its damp, warm prison and ready to plunge into something even wetter and hotter. The cheetah caught him on the first bounce, hungrily inhaling most of his cock into her mouth, tongue lashing along the stiff length and easily making the wolf gush watery precum into her mouth in turn.

“Now now, don’t be so greedy,” a deer murmured, getting down on her knees next to the cheetah and pushing her head into Rocky’s crotch to get a lick of his thick shaft for herself.

Being desired certainly felt amazing. There was no denying that. This many beautiful women in need, and in various states of undress, all fawning over him like he actually was a prize stallion was intoxicating.

The cheetah slipped the cockring onto him. It was a snug fit, just as it was meant to be. In case he got overwhelmed, it’d also let him go a little longer before blowing, which he also thought was important to his job as a stud. Women reaching their own orgasms helped them conceive, after all, relaxing the cervix and even forcing some of the cum deeper into their bodies. Pleasure was important.

Well, it’d also stop him from going soft between orgasms, which usually otherwise happened to even the most promiscuous, virile men.

He was fully hard in no time with all the attention he was being lavished with, and stripped naked as well. Not that he didn’t return the favor. When he wasn’t unhooking someone’s bra, his fingers would be teasing someone else’s nipples or folds, kneading and circling, rubbing and even pushing in.

It was Cinnamon that interrupted the harem-esque foreplay. “Remember, girls, he’s gonna need some time to recover at some point. So, the faster you get started, the more of you get to walk out of her with cum dripping into your panties and a little of pups growing inside you.”

The otter had always had a way with words.

“I mean, get naked, and I expect to see you on his cock in five minutes or less!” she exclaimed, glancing at the cheetah who looked back with a lusty, and perhaps somewhat embarrassed grin.

She was right, though. If he was to breed all eight of them, he would need some time between sessions. Quickly, the crowd moved to the bedroom, and by then, everyone was naked. Rocky couldn’t help but smile with deep satisfaction at the sight of eight women – Cinnamon herself was the ninth, and not naked yet – all perfectly nude just for him. The variety of breasts was beautiful enough, but seeing that all of them were visibly wet, thighs matted with juices just because he was there, was even more so.

Rocky guided the cheetah onto the bed, and onto all fours, while the others gathered around to watch. He always liked to start with that position. It came rather naturally to a wolf such as him, and it was a comfortable and rather sexy way to get into the groove. That, and it was impressive to watch for the others, and Rocky loved throwing some theatrics into his performances. He tugged the cheetah’s tail upwards, ensuring that everyone could see her soaking wet lips – he throbbed, too, at the sight of it – before gently but firmly grasping her hips. He positioned his tapered cockhead at her entrance, nudged between those heat-swollen and slippery lips, and in one smooth motion, with a lusty, possessive growl, mounted her just as a proper stud would: from behind.

He slid into her warm, wet, and so deeply feminine embrace in one frictionless stroke. Her body offered no resistance, rather eagerly swallowing up every inch that he pushed in. Sex was always pleasant, but there was something even more blissful about women in heat. Half of it was mental; the eagerness, the moaning, and knowing they had a high risk of getting pregnant, but the other half was… ineffable. Something about how burning hot one felt around you. The heady scent. The utterly soaked wetness. Or maybe it was feeling them squeeze so firmly and instinctively.

Either way, Rocky loved it. What kind of breeding stud would he have been if he didn’t? He took the first of the women slowly, leisurely stroking his bare cock in and out of her welcoming and fully receptive sex, in long, smooth thrusts and jagged little bucks of his hips, each drawing another melodic, chirping moan of joy from the cheetah. It wasn’t purely for her benefit; he had to preserve some of his endurance, too. After all, it would be a long night that’d leave them all panting and wheezing.

Though he took it slow, the wolf wasn’t holding back. After all, he had to seed every womb in the room, barring perhaps his friend – he had never learned how to truly read Cinnamon and her plans – so he couldn’t enjoy any single woman for too long. He kept thrusting dutifully, until the cheetah let out a pleasured yowl and tensed up beneath him, her back arching and her claws digging into the bed, and of course, that silken, fertile vice between her legs pulsing and tugging around his cock in familiar rhythm. That was Rocky’s clue to finish up, too; his thrusts quickly grew from slow and measured to a rapid-fire staccato rhythm that left the bed creaking before he thrust himself into her, all the way to his base.

He liked imagining himself as tying with his partner, the way his ancient ancestors might’ve. Thrusting deep and locking himself inside them, ensuring that not a drop of his sperm spilled. Lost in fantasy and sensations, Rocky howled out at the deeply satisfying sensation of throbbing and jerking inside the cheetah’s body, pumping out a healthy load of life-creating thick seed deep into her wanting body.

Every now and then, he paused to really think about it. How easy the act was, compared to how profound its consequences. All it took was a moment of pleasure, and the woman would be… well, busy for nine months, at least. And then eighteen years. Somehow, the sheer weight of such decisions made it all the more erotic how desperately eager the cheetah was.

He pulled out once her orgasming pussy stopped milking his cock, and with a gentle shove, rolled the cheetah onto her back to avoid any of that precious seed leaking out. She rolled over eagerly, legs still spread to show off the mess inside her, and a deeply satisfied purr resonating from her lungs, loud enough to make the whole bed vibrate.

Rocky rolled over too, onto his back, and gestured towards his cock, a pearly drop of cum still clinging to the slit at the very top, adorning the swollen glans. One beautiful drop, and yet it could change someone’s life. Indeed, a few of the women in the crowd looked at each other, perhaps politely trying to see if it’d be okay for them to take their turn, before one pushed her way in front. This one was a reindeer. Big, muscular, and yet very feminine in her own way; Rocky seemed to remember her name being Clara. The cheetah he hadn’t ever met before.

She flashed him a hot grin, and then straddled him. Without any real foreplay, she impaled herself on his cum-soaked cock with enough force to make the wolf groan and the bed shudder. Then, as she hilted all the way down on Rocky’s lupine shaft, she gyrated her hips, grinding down with a sultry grin as she made sure that singular drop of seed was smeared as deep inside her as possible, perhaps right over her cervix.

Then she began to ride him, supposedly on her terms, but Rocky was still riding out the rush of a successful breeding, the drunken feeling of dominance and satisfaction. He dug his fingers into the reindeer’s hips and began to thrust up and into her, timing each buck to her motions until she began to moan, trembling and shuddering as her riding grew more frantic and uncoordinated. He flicked a finger over her hard little clit, tracing a tight circle around it, and felt her nearly collapse on top of him from a singular jolt of pleasure.

Not that the wolf himself wasn’t almost at the same point. The reindeer was big and openly horny, and she knew exactly what she was doing, working her hardest to push the wolf’s thrusting hips back against the bed as the two fell into a sort of sexual battle of thrusts and counter-thrusts, both trying to make the other cum first in a show of dominance. Rocky had long since learned that one, too; while being in heat made most women uncontrollably horny, the dominant ones stayed dominant.

He clenched his jaws shut as he kept hammering into her, feeling his climax draw closer and closer with each twisting thrust. The last few minutes of their mating were a race that both parties deliberately tried to lose. But it was the reindeer that came first. The defiance melted away from her features as her body seized in the grasp of pleasure, stiffening and contorting, as she groaned out – hesitantly, but loudly – at the first clenching surge of orgasmic joy.

“There you go,” Rocky growled, unable to help but tease her just a little bit about his victory.

And then he came, too. Rocky thrust himself as deep into the reindeer he could, all the way to the very root of his cock, deep enough that his balls slapped against her rump even in her riding position. He throbbed in her warm confines, and with each throb, another warm stream of cum shot into her vulnerable pussy, from where it’d slowly fill her womb, too. Only having cum once, he was still at his most potent. The reindeer would conceive for sure. The others… well, he’d just have to trust his body on that one. The only thing he knew for sure was that he’d be a little waterier from here on out. But then again, it only took one solitary swimmer to knock a woman up. That was another of those beautiful truths about breeding. A single drop, a single fraction of a drop, so small it was invisible to the eye, was enough.

Rocky finished riding out his orgasm grinding into the reindeer, and then pushed her almost limp from off himself, onto her side of the bed. Cinnamon stood ready with a drink, which Rocky immediately downed with a wide grin adorning his snout.

The water felt revitalizing and wonderful, a cool rush through his entire body that left him refreshed and ready for more! That was good, too. A quick glance at the clock ticking away on the wall revealed that he’d taken a little longer the planned in his little sex-off with the reindeer. He bent the next two, a more average red-tailed deer and another wolf, over the bedside and went about breeding the two in a much faster-paced and businesslike fashion. It was easy enough to fertilize two wombs with one orgasm, if one was quick, and by now the women were so pent up from having been rubbing themselves while watching that it’d only take a few good thrusts to push them over the edge.

He slid his cock inside one of them and started thrusting, guiding her hand to her clit in turn to make she was helping herself along. It took some coaxing to make her masturbate in front of her friends, but then, she was already getting fucked in order to get knocked up. It wasn’t much of a leap.

Soon enough one of the two felt him throbbing inside her and squealed with joy, first in orgasm and then in the indescribable satisfaction of her heat. As her body went limp, Rocky pulled out his still throbbing cock and forced it into the other woman, who felt the same thing right away; the delicious sensation of a thick cock jumping, bucking and straining as it filled her with plenty enough cum to knock her up, too.

Then, the wolf slumped over her into bed. He kept both deer and wolf cradled close to himself. Not out of any particular affection – though he certainly did love them, either way – but because by now, Rocky was starting to feel exhausted. Studly as he was, there was only so much exertion the body could tolerate before it needed to rest. The male body and the cock least of all. But the remaining women seemed to be getting restless in their heated states, made worse by them seeing the others get bred, each of their bodies burning with empathic need.

Rocky had to rest, but Cinnamon had a solution already in mind, shooing up the deer and wolf and having them rejoin the crowd. The bed, she insisted, was only for whoever was getting fucked at the moment, and she needed some space for what she was about to do. Her words sounded intriguing enough to make Rocky open his eyes, if only the tiniest little bit.

She pulled something from the bedside table’s drawer. A collar, only much thicker than a normal one, and more yellow. Before Rocky could say anything, she had clasped it around his neck.

“Now, be a good boy and keep fucking,” she purred, leaning down over his prone form. “That’s what all good pups do.”

Rocky still hadn’t found his voice when she fastened a leash to the strange, heavy collar, and tugged on it firmly. With a groan, he sat back up, to be greeted by Cinnamon holding a glass of what looked like plain water out for him.

“Hydration, you know. Important stuff. All the online people say you should hydrate,” she grinned. “Drink up.”

Rocky was thirsty. He hadn’t had anything to drink before he came here, so he grabbed the glass and swallowed the contents, his body rejoicing at the feeling of cool water filling his belly. It seemed to have a bit of a bitter aftertaste, though. Cinnamon stared at him with her usual expression, saying nothing at all.

“It tasted a little-“ he began, and Cinnamon pushed a button on a remote. Rocky yelped as the collar around his neck zapped him. It didn’t hurt much, but it surprised him so much that he couldn’t stop the frankly embarrassing puppy-like yip, or the whine that followed. “-a shock collar? Really?”

“It’s to make you perform at your very best,” Cinnamon beamed. Her thick tail wagged back and forth at a leisurely, heavy pace, before thumping against the ground. “How are you feeling?”

Rocky wanted to give her a proper piece of his mind, yes, but he did have a job to do, shock collar or no, and he was starting to get hard again after his little break. The jolt seemed to have successfully energized him, as unpleasant as it was! Maybe Cinnamon really knew how to motivate others.

“There’s that good pup again,” she smiled, vaguely gesturing towards his rising cock. “Now get to work!”

He wasn’t sure how he had managed to recover so quickly. And yet, Rocky didn’t care, either. His mind felt pleasantly hazy and dim, and when the next of the women, this one a ferret who looked somewhat closely related to Cinnamon, presented herself, he didn’t even need his leash tugged to mount her. He was between her legs almost instantly, with a lusty whine-mingled growl.

Her warm, fertile embrace felt as good as such things always did, though Rocky’s cock ached as he plunged into that wet, warm bliss regardless. The pleasure was like a tired muscle being massaged, or the burn of a good workout. A kind of soreness that he could feel in both his shaft and balls.

But he had more to give, and he knew that he couldn’t slow down or the collar around his neck would go off again. So instead, he kept thrusting, thumping his hips against the ferret’s groin again and again, his balls slapping against her. They, at least, felt light, but he knew he’d be able to make at least a few more mothers while at the party.

Maybe.

“Faster, my adorable little puppy,” Cinnamon whispered behind him. “ You really have no time to linger… the second group is almost here.”

A second group. Rocky paused for a second to think, and when he did, the collar shocked him again, this time to the sound of a pained bark. No, he wasn’t supposed to think, not today; submission felt warm and fuzzy and comfortable. All he was, was a cock to pump seed into his many partners. A slut, a breeder, a stud. He let his thoughts empty out as he rutted into the ferret. He must’ve misheard, he reasoned, and focused on the slick, warm sensation tugging and squeezing on his cock. That sensation was as good as ever. Life-affirming, even. After all, wasn’t reproduction the whole point of living? Finally, he shot his seed inside the ferret too, ensuring another woman would soon be swelling, and then he collapsed backwards onto the bed.

Rocky was exhausted. There was little to nothing left for him to give. As he looked around, he didn’t even recognize anyone except Cinnamon in the room. Had more women already joined the party? He had long since lost track. The next few hours became a kind of deep, blurred smear of rutting and cumming, the moans of his lovers ringing in his ears along with his own occasional begging for Cinnamon to let him just take a break, but all she ever did was get him more drinks. Time stopped really mattering at all, and the only thing he was aware of was that Cinnamon never left the room – making sure he remained safe despite the ravenous hunger of women in heat all wanting to share his cock – and that he had fucked at least double the originally agreed-upon number.

He was in a strange mood, by then. The dominant aspect of himself had entirely been subdued by the relentless onslaught of pleasure, and the merciless workout had left him in a kind of submissive flow-state, whimpering happily at every approving pat on the head while rutting just as eagerly as he had before. It was as close as the dominant wolf would ever get to experiencing the other state of things… which wasn’t to say he wasn’t enjoying it regardless.

“There’s my good pup,” he heard Cinnamon coo after he had drained another load of cum in one of the countless pussies he’d been in today. “Just one left, now!”

Rocky looked around, dazed. He could barely manage to keep his eyes open, and now Cinnamon wanted to squeeze even more out of him? He was prepared to decline, to pass out on the spot and let whatever happened happen. At some point, he’d sleep right through any number of shocks until the collar ran out of batteries.

When he finally figured out that Cinnamon was behind him, well, despite all his tiredness, in some defiant opposition to his very nature as a man, Rocky once again quickly found himself getting hard. The last person he was to fuck and knock up was, it seemed, Cinnamon herself. She was laying there, sprawled out on the bed with her legs left naturally spread in a rather inviting position, and she was just as wet as everyone else in the room. She looked perfect like that.

And then, she tugged Rocky’s leash when he took too long to pounce her.

“Come now. You can enjoy this last one. I wasn’t going to do it,” she purred, as she yanked the wolf to her side. “But watching everyone else, well. I do want kids, and having this many friends for my own to play with would be perfect. So now is the time.”

She patted her swollen pussy. “Time to knock this bad girl up.”

It was true, what she said; originally, she’d arranged their little party purely for the benefit of her friends. She hadn’t even planned on being in heat, but it had started a few days early due to the intense arousal. Then, as she had watched her friends get filled with cum one after the other, as she had heard all their happy moans at having their heats soothed, she had started to yearn for it, herself. The fantasy had gotten to her, to say the least, and she had quickly begun to imagine her own belly swelling, too. How it might feel to watch it happen, especially alongside her friends all experiencing the same thing. Sharing an experience was always a powerful motivator, and especially sharing something this intimate, well, along with the insistent nagging in her head, Cinnamon had made up her mind.

Now, she was laying there, inviting Rocky’s beautiful cock to breed her dripping went pussy. No, pussy felt too cutesy. It was a cunt, ready to be bred.

Obediently, the wolf crawled onto the bed, slowly but surely. He seemed to be rather wiped out, so there was no guarantee that he’d manage to knock her up, either, but that was why the otter had been feeding him all those potency-boosting drinks. They were supposed to at least quintuple a man’s intimate capacity, according to the apothecary. All that remained was to try out her claims.

With a needy whimper, Rocky positioned his glans just at the otter’s slit, taking in the heated contact. She was dripping, plentiful and hot, and he – though red-raw and well-used – was quickly swelling to full stiffness yet again. His cock was covered in a thin layer of sperm and the lust of other women, and glancing at it, Cinnamon knew perfectly well that she might end up pregnant before he even filled her. All the more reason to be excited; she squirmed in anticipation of feeling that virile rod push into her and changing her life.

Rocky didn’t leave her waiting for long. With a slow and deliberate push of his hips, his cock sank into Cinnamon’s body. There was a sense of triumph, but also one of subservience, at finally being allowed to breed his long-time friend. Before now, it’d always been with a condom.

While his first time inside her unprotected wasn’t quite what he’d imagined – Rocky hadn’t pictured the shock collar, for instance – it was quite wonderful from the very first second, as his hips began to pick up that gentle, time-honed rhythm of mating, of preparing to give her his seed, his pups, his everything, and easing them both closer to that profound moment of conception with each little buck.

She moaned underneath him, tugging playfully on the leash each time he pulled out to thrust again. He followed her motions as much as she wanted him to.

“Come on, pup. Give it to me. I know you’ve got at least one more in you,” she begged, breathlessly, for his seed. “Make me a mother, too.”

Hearing her ask for it was like an injection of pure adrenaline. Rocky’s hips sped up, and soon the bed was creaking again as he hammered into the otter with every ounce of energy that he had left. He could hear the others cheering behind him, calling for the otter’s fertilization, but as much as he appreciated the encouragement, his focus wasn’t on them. No, it was on that slippery, white-hot pleasure surrounding his cock once again, on Cinnamon’s body trembling and shivering underneath him – as if she had to fight her conscious mind to allow the breeding to happen at all – and on her musical little moans and cries of pleasure.

“I’ll… give it to you, alright,” he huffed, startled by how hoarse his own voice sounded. Had he really been moaning that much?

Not to mention that he would’ve preferred a somewhat cleverer reply. Unfortunately, his mind just wasn’t all there. It felt like all the blood in his body was being redirected to keep his cock hard in this last rush of masculinity. His head swam, his vision was dimming, but he kept thrusting dutifully, with no regard for his own well-being, until he felt the otter clench around him hard, her high-pitched moans of orgasm filling the room, and he knew it was time.

Cinnamon felt it all vividly. She was, despite the natural pleasure of letting it finally happen, a little anxious about conception. Motherhood was, after all, a big step. Letting her perfect, flat belly swell with life was another. But she felt ready, even if it hadn’t been for the rapturous pleasure of Rocky’s cock inside her. The otter was always deep in thought, even now in that deeply intimate moment. She thought about how each involuntary, pleasured clench of hers brought him inevitably closer. How the pleasure was meant to make her let the male finish; some defiant fragment of her wanted to oppose it, to prove that she was better, but at the same time, surrendering to the joys of a proper mating and finally allowing her body to do what it was built for was ecstatic.

Maybe she couldn’t actually do anything. Maybe she could. Maybe she just didn’t want to. Then, the first heavy throb of the wolf’s cock inside her swept all thoughts of making a choice aside, as a warm jet of seed erupted against her thirsty cervix, and she came instantly, not just from pleasure but from knowing what it meant. She was going to be pregnant, and each tickling squirt of cum inside her was a reinforcing reminder.

Gods, she wanted it.

It was the first time that Cinnamon had ever been inseminated while in heat, and in that brief moment of clarity between orgasm and senseless satisfaction, she understood exactly why some women had “accidents” again and again.

Rocky, for his part, specialized in helping those accidents happen. And he spent every last drop of what he had left inside the otter in an effort to let her feel what she’d arranged for so many of her friends to feel, before. Spurt by waning spurt.

Until there finally was nothing, as their clenches and throbs ebbed and the pleasure faded into a buzzing, satisfying afterglow. For a moment, Rocky only leaned against Cinnamon to feel her quickened heartbeat slowly settle back into a resting pace. The expression on her face, though, was one of glassy-eyed joy, the kind of contentedness that demanded one simply savor it, like a bottle of amazing wine at sunset.

It had been a long day.

The both of them collapsed onto the bed bonelessly. The otter was asleep in less than a minute, dozing off with Rocky’s warm sperm fresh and eager inside her, whereas the wolf himself was kept awake and aware by the ache in his bone and the burning sensation in every muscle below his waist. Some muscles above the waist, too. And he still had to get home.

Rocky groaned, envying Cinnamon for getting to sleep, even if it was in a bed sodden with cum and lust. He could barely stand up at all. His legs felt like gelatin and his cock felt like it was, well, used up. There was no less cock than ever, but he felt like he was shrinking away like an over-sharpened pencil. Clumsy and exhausted, he almost fell over as he was guided into the shower by some of the other women that he’d bred that night and given a rather affectionate shower. For once, he wished he had a sheath that he could pull his cock into just to hide it from any more touches, though every other touch was quite welcome, helping to, if not to soothe, then to at least distract him from his sore and aching muscles.

They also propped a few pillows under Cinnamon’s sleeping hips, ensuring that all the cum inside her pooled deeper into her rather than slowly oozing out, many with mischievous grins on their faces, as if the otter hadn’t just begged to get impregnated.

Between everyone in the room – Rocky was too tired and dazed to really keep track of who was even there, other than Cinnamon – they got him clean, at least, and the warm water cascading over his sore body was relaxing. Some offered to let him sleep over at their place to “make sure”, but Rocky was spent, and he would be spent for days, if not a whole week. His balls, even, felt more like empty vessels, or black holes.

They ordered him a cab, at least, and he rode it all the way home, even though the seats felt uncomfortable with how achy his haunches were. Once there, he ordered a pizza, then changed his mind and ordered two pizzas with extra everything, dipped his cock in baby powder to keep it from chafing, and slumped down on the sofa, where he fell asleep sometime after scarfing down a pizza and a half, along with a few stiff drinks and what felt like a gallon of water.

A couple of days later, life had returned to normal for the wolf, though he still twitched at even the thought of sex with how raw his precious manhood was. He did, at some point, get an email, with an attachment to the tune of forty gigabytes. A quick scroll revealed that it was the raw feed of their weekend session, and that he’d been at it for twelve hours. It had felt like a few hours at most, but then, it being twelve made sense with how sore he had felt.

The otter must’ve been spiking his drinks with something, Rocky figured, as he watched his dazed self on the video getting hard again after a deep drink of the offered water. Yet try as he might, he couldn’t really find it in himself to blame her. She only wanted him to do his best, after all. Even thinking of disobedience or complaining made the wolf absentmindedly rub his neck, as if the shock collar was still there. It was probably just caffeine to give him some extra energy.

He thought no more of it, though. A few more days and even his cock had recovered, and a few more days after that, he felt ready to have sex again, which he did eagerly, though not with such large groups.

Until some ten months later. Another message from Cinnamon arrived on his phone, and seeing her name instantly had the wolf getting hard in a nearly Pavlovian reaction. He knew what she wanted before even reading the message.

“Hi wolfy! It turns out a lot of my friends who you met last year want two kids. Me too, TBH, it kinda feels only proper to give my first baby a little playmate. So, we’re doing the thing again…”

Before Rocky could stop himself, he had already typed out an enthusiastic “yes”, having learned absolutely nothing about being taken advantage of. But then again, he was a breeder. Nobody expected anything else, and that was just the way he liked it, too.

There was another potential way to look at things, though. Maybe, just maybe, he simply liked being Cinnamon’s good working pup at times, shock collar and all, but if that was the case, he’d certainly never ever tell anyone, and the only time he’d ever even entertain the idea was… well, when she requested his services.

He set about brushing his fur to get it appropriately shiny and sleek for his lovers.