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"Could you do that some where else?" Canton asked as he walked in he door.

Sid wasn't a bad roommate but he was a sexual typhoon. The apartment constantly smelled like his cum. He worked from home and so his constant sessions of self-affection ranged all over. And if it wasn't masturbation then he had someone over. And today, he was alone and his thirteenth round was on the couch in front of the TV as some history documentary went ignored on screen.

"It's not like I'm not wearing a condom," the lion replied. "I'm not gonna make a mess."

Canton countered. "What about that dozen you popped last month? Or the three you shot off yesterday. Got me in the eye with one of those."

"Oh quit complaining, pony. I'm almost done. Just grab a soda and you can have the sofa to yourself. I gotta get some work done anyway."

Maybe if you didn't masturbate a hundred times a day, the equine thought, wandering toward the kitchen as he roommate finished up. The modest fridge was usually empty but after pizza night there was always half a two-liter and a slice or two of pizza left so it was no question for Canton to pour himself a glass and gather up the remaining food before he turned back to see the lion finishing up.

The one good thing about Sid's appetite was it was always a good show. His condom bulged and flailed with gallons of hot cum coursing though it. Pooling in a sagging globe the size of a bean bag chair, the poor latex strained and churned with each extra blast until the lion was finished. Canton munched hungrily while a very practiced dance of fingers tied off the bag of hot spooge and a snap freed Sid to drag the thing away from the TV.

"See? Nice and tidy.All yours," he chimed, his massive tool still hard and leading the way back to his room.

It was a pain but really not such a terrible thing. Canton did like the smell, even if it was so powerful that it hit like a wall the moment he opened the door. Sometimes though, after a long day of work, the horse just didn't want to see him literally playing with his dick. Still, there was pizza and soda and TV; he could forgive the lech for now.

The soda tasted funny though. Flat mostly, but there was something odd. Something chalky maybe. Either way it was satisfying. A slim equine butt flopped into the couch and settled long before he realized that Sid wasn't as clean as he said he would be. The couch, being the same shade of white as that lion's personal brand of protein shake, had hidden a deep puddle of still fresh jizz, the thick goo sopping into Canton's pants and giving him a warm coating of ooze as a welcome home.

"Goddammit, Sid! You got it all over the seat!" he shouted, pushing himself as quickly as he could but not before the heat penetrated all the way through to his furred ass. "Of all days to go commando"

"Sorry! Just change your pants," the lion called from his room to the background of fevered one handed typing and idle fapping.

This was turning very quickly into a bad night. Sticky and peeved and disturbed from his pizza, to top it off his belly was starting to rumble. It was like the smell of cum, the feel of it dripping into his ass crack, was making him sick which was strange since he was fond of both of those sensations. His belly rumbled and gurgled like it was begging for something. Still he had to get out of his wet things and gather up his laundry from the dryer.

He bend over to grasp for the first pair of underwear he could find but before he could get his fingers around on anything he gasped, feeling something wiggle against his ass, squirming its way through the clingy, creamy jizz stuck between his ass cheeks. The feeling was distressing at first. He'd had lots of experience with Sid's semen but he'd never felt this before. Suddenly he felt another wriggle, a slender, writhing strand creeping down his crack and it was clear.

Sid's sperm was huge. It hadn't always been but for some reason it was right now. Canton could feel it thrashing against his asshole, long eager strings of spunky sperm cells sneaking into his rump. It felt good. Like getting massaged when you're feeling sore, or taking a cold shower on a hot sweaty day. It was a deep relief to feel the giant lion sperm writhing into him and longer he felt the cream coated strings work themselves into him the less he could think about anything else.

He looked back to the couch and the puddle of jizz just waiting for him to sit back down. It was calling to him and as he felt more sperm squirm into his ass he knew that gurgling in his belly was call out for it too. He peeled off his pants, leaving the cumstained cloth wherever it landed as he breathed in the smell of Sid's spooge. It all but carried him back to the couch and without even thinking he grasped at his cheeks, spread them apart and sat in the deepest part of the puddle.

He groaned as he felt the cool cream lick at his hole and immediately he could feel a swarm of sperm swimming into him. A deep breath and he felt himself spread around the tendrils of fertility digging deeper into him. Every wriggling cell entering him made his belly calmer and finally he realized that all the swimming was in his gut and he relaxed sitting back against the couch and enjoying the vaguely full feeling as Sid's sperm thrashed against his innards.

He looked down at himself and could feel his skin flush, he was sticky with the lion's semen and his own dick was drooling precum swollen and eager despite the equine's own satisfaction. He pondered whether or not to deal with it. The smell would be imperceptible in the stench of lion spunk constantly filling the air, and Sid probably had two or three more loads to go before he started getting hungry. But as he considered it and watched his cock throb he was just too content to bother settling it down so instead he sat back and started to watch TV. _____

Time passed slowly after that and much of that time Canton felt awful. Especially in the morning. He was gaining weight despite his best efforts and every morning like clockwork he had to rush to the bathroom to be sick. Not mention his strange cravings. He didn't even like pickles yet he was sitting with his pants unbuttoned, chewing one like he hadn't eaten in weeks. It was a bit distressing.

"Pony," Sid called from down the hall over the wet sound of his lubricated paw over his condom coated dick. "I think you're pregnant."

"Don't be an asshole, Sid," Canton replied, groaning as he made the arduous effort to raise himself off the couch.

He had never gained weight this way. So much of it was focused in his gut. He really did look the part as impossible as it seemed. He rubbed his taut belly nervously but pushed his concerns out of his mind to chew Sid's head off, proverbially of course. With his appetite though that actually chewing on him might not have seemed like a terrible idea.

"No seriously, listen to this: The Synergist Syndicate is being fined millions for breaking FDA regulations that resulted in a bunch of experimental stuff getting everywhere."

Canton peered around the corner as he finally waddled to the doorway leading to the powerful musk of constant lion sex.

"People all over the country are having really weird reactions to it too," the lion continued, still working his fat length, not even bothering to check over his shoulder from his computer. "These lesbian's turned into dudes and are threatening to sue, one guy gained 160 pounds of muscle in two weeks, he's signed a release form, duh, and there are at least 15 reports of gay couples were one or both guys are pregnant. Did you get back together with that bull?"

The stallion watched as his roommate filled up yet another condom. His thick, white spooge billowing against the reservoir and back washing into his crotch despite the tight fit. As much he resented Sid's libido it was very erotic to watch him fill up his rubbers. The way the mess pooled under, just like it must have on the couch cushions last month.

"No. If I'm pregnant, you're the father," he explained with a coolness that surprised himself. "Must have gotten into the soda plant we got out drinks from the last time you left a mess on the couch. I felt something wriggle into my ass and then I started getting fat."

Sid peered over his shoulder at last and had a terrified look on his face. He didn't say anything for the longest time, just holding his lasted, overfilled condom on his dick. Canton knew however that prospect turned him on. He didn't leak precum after he was finished cumming unless something special crossed his mind. Still, it looked like the prospect of being responsible for a little lion-horse was not in his plans.

Canton could guess what he was thinking: My cum is so awesome I don't even have to fuck bitches to knock 'em up, sweet . . . I can knock someone up without fucking 'em, shit. The lion wasn't hard to read. He was proud of his production and probably got a kick out of leaving little puddles for the horse to stumble across. Nothing wrong with it. Or at least it wasn't until now.

But now it was the moment of truth, Canton couldn't think of aborting the bundle of life no matter what troubles it was going to give him and he would have to commit bloody murder if Sid wasn't going to man up. He stared, trying to look non-judgemental but prayed that the right words would come out of the felines mouth.

". . . Damn it. Where are my tranquilizers."

"Good answer."