{"sf1_id":335691,"sf2_id":"Rm0yL0vn","title":"1000 Words: On the Job","author":"Thakur","words":1000,"posted_at":"2012-02-06T19:59:00.000Z","tags":["Feline","Gazelle","Impregnation","M/F","Oral","Pseudo-Rape/NC","Short","Underage","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/335691-1000-words-on-the-job","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0yL0vn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fb/2b/fb2b0c2a-ef1f-44fc-a04e-e185f09e2249","description":"#13 of 1000 Words: Picture Stories\n\nPlease consider donating. Donations come with significant rewards! For more details, click here: http://www.sofurry.com/index.php?pid=269092\nThis story belongs to my growing series: 1000 Words: Picture Stories. If a picture is worth a thousand words, can I paint a scene with the same limitation? The stories in this folder are self-contained, and not interrelated, other than the requirement that they contain exactly 1000 words.","content":"**The door to the house slowly opened. \u0026nbsp;Inside stood an Emirati girl, a gazelle. \u0026nbsp;Her long, ribbed horns stood up straight from her head, giving her the false impression of confidence. \u0026nbsp;Indeed, her small ears were laid flat against her head. \u0026nbsp;Unsurprisingly, she wasn't wearing the traditional, full-body abaya - rather a grey dress, revealing plain, tawny fur along her arms and legs.  \n  \n\"How old are you?\" I asked, speaking rusty Arabic. \u0026nbsp;I'd been in Prague for the last several months, speaking Czech.  \n  \n\"Is anyone watching? \u0026nbsp;Get inside!\" the girl said in English.  \n  \nShe was clearly underage, but I obliged her anyway, stepping quickly inside. \u0026nbsp;I asked again with my own, British-tinged English, \"How old are you?\"  \n  \nThe young gazelle stamped her foot and lied, \"Eighteen. \u0026nbsp;You got my money transfer?\" \u0026nbsp;She looked me over, her eyes widening as she started at my feet and scanned upward. \u0026nbsp;I was a tall snow leopard, snowy spotted fur barely concealing my toned muscles. \u0026nbsp;Growing up in Kazakhstan had impressed upon me the need to keep fit. \u0026nbsp;Standing several feet above her, the power disparity between the two of us was palpable.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I looked into her wide eyes, trying to decide whether or not to overlook her age. \u0026nbsp;Still, the money had come through, and the job was illegal in the United Arab Emirates even before her young age. \u0026nbsp;\"Yes. \u0026nbsp;But you forgot to answer one of the questions. \u0026nbsp;I need to know what to do if you beg me to impregnate you.\"  \n  \nThe gazelle stammered, taking a deep breath to overcome her surprise at my directness. \u0026nbsp;Twitching her ear, she replied, \"I won't.\"  \n  \n\"But if you do?\"  \n  \nThe gazelle shrugged and said, \"Then do it.\"  \n  \nInwardly, I grinned. \u0026nbsp;I had done this job long enough to know they always begged for it. \u0026nbsp;Women hired me to pound their brains out...no contraceptives in the middle of their heat. \u0026nbsp;These women got off on the sheer thrill of almost getting pregnant. \u0026nbsp;Thus my exorbitant fee...my job was to make them scream while holding back. \u0026nbsp;But when this young girl begged me to fill her, I now had full permission, and would do so gladly. \u0026nbsp;Abortion was illegal in the UAE, for any reason. \u0026nbsp;The gazelle was taking quite a risk.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\* \\* \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nHer wet juices glistened on my fingertips. \u0026nbsp;She hadn't wasted any time pulling me into her bedroom. \u0026nbsp;Her heat must have been driving her forwardness - I was now lying naked on my back, fingering her as she straddled me. \u0026nbsp;Her eyes were locked on my long, barbed cock, starting off wide but tapering to a pointed tip.  \n  \n\"You want this?\" I purred.  \n  \n\"You're so big; this is my first time...\" she whimpered.  \n  \nI pushed a finger into her tight pussy again, making her moan. \u0026nbsp;Sliding my free hand up to her chin, I said, \"I know a way to help you take it.\" \u0026nbsp;I pulled down on her chin, lowering her head toward my throbbing cock. \u0026nbsp;Her lips parted, my tip suddenly engulfed. \u0026nbsp;She didn't stop there, though. \u0026nbsp;She slid down until her slender muzzle touched my abdomen, suckling deeply around my entire length. \u0026nbsp;Her warm saliva coated it.  \n  \nI saw her blink as she tasted something salty on her tongue. \u0026nbsp;All the willpower in the world couldn't stop me from spurting several drops of precum. \u0026nbsp;But that was all part of the risk - I certainly never promised I wouldn't get my clients pregnant. \u0026nbsp;She shivered at the taste, pulling back and panting, \"Now...please...do it!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I lifted the gazelle's small body effortlessly over me, poised inches from the tapered tip of my cock. \u0026nbsp;Her mouth was gaping open, her body trembling. \u0026nbsp;I couldn't wait to hear her beg for it. \u0026nbsp;One stupid moment of orgasm-clouded recklessness, and I would bury myself deep and send rivulets of seed into her fertile womb, changing her life forever. \u0026nbsp;Gritting my teeth, I lowered her onto me.  \n  \nShe gasped as I entered her, spreading her tight walls around me. \u0026nbsp;She arched her back and moaned, involuntarily bucking her hips as she rode me, gasping in pained pleasure as my barbs raked her. \u0026nbsp;I edged deeper and deeper, groaning as she clenched down around me. \u0026nbsp;My balls twitched, but I held them in check. \u0026nbsp;Still, I could feel ounces of precum flowing into her.  \n  \nThen, suddenly, she was all the way down. \u0026nbsp;I could hardly believe my entire length fit. \u0026nbsp;I could feel my tip rubbing up against the last line of defense before her unprotected womb, like a loaded gun aimed right for where it would do the most damage. \u0026nbsp;The lithe gazelle gyrated her hips, moaning incomprehensibly. \u0026nbsp;The young virgin couldn't last long...I readied myself for her desperate pleas, eager to fill this slut with my cubs.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;The job is cruel, sometimes. \u0026nbsp;The heat-crazed gazelle began to convulse around me, wide eyes meeting mine. \u0026nbsp;Her eyes pleaded, but her voice was an incomprehensible bleat. \u0026nbsp;I knew she wanted it - needed it. \u0026nbsp;But if I gave it to her without expressed consent, she would certainly complain when her head was clearer. \u0026nbsp;My job was clear - I was to grit my teeth and ride out her orgasm, obediently.  \n  \nShe threw her head back and bleated, her eyes closed. \u0026nbsp;Immediately, I pulled her flush with my hips, wedging my tapered tip up against her cervix. \u0026nbsp;I kept my body still as can be, stifling the moans growing in my throat. \u0026nbsp;Even if her eyes weren't clenched shut, she'd never have known what I was doing. \u0026nbsp;With quiet abandon, I let myself go, balls pumping a flood of leopard seed straight into her. \u0026nbsp;My aim was true, every ounce splattering quietly into the distracted gazelle's womb.  \n  \nNot a drop escaped - no evidence to indict me. \u0026nbsp;She wouldn't suspect anything was amiss until her belly began to swell, and she could never prove I'd reneged on our bargain. \u0026nbsp;I grinned up at the spasming, blissfully ignorant young mother.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I love my job.**  \n  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"1000 Words: Picture Stories","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/294261-1000-words-dropped-off.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/436623-1000-words-a-dog-date.json"}}