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InsemiNation Chapter 2

"I'm telling you" growled the wolf "easiest way to get yourself out of a tight spot. Look I know you're gonna be making good cash but a little something for startup isn't all that bad."

"It just seems so..." replied the tall stallion.

"Sleazy?" the wolf finished for him. The stallion chuckled and took a drink of his beer and the wolf laughed. "Look kid, I respect you for being... well the respectable type. There's a lot of creeps that would jump all over this, and they get turned away. You? You'd be a hit. The lady would love you. You're helping a girl fulfill her dream of being a mother. What's so bad about that?"

The stallion sighed and said "look I know you think I've got the dick for porn but come on!"

The wolf howled with laughter and said "good one proby. Look, she's gonna get paid two or three times as much as you are so you might as well get over that part. Look just... go talk to 'em alright?" The stallion's senior co-worker handed him a card and said "what's the harm in a talk?"

Max looked down at the card and eventually shrugged "alright fine."

"Miss Benson?" Eve asked gently after calling the number and hearing it click to answer.

"Yes this is her." Replied the wolfess "May I ask who's calling?"

Eve was squirming. She knew this wasn't the 'no turning back' moment yet but she still sort of felt like it was. She squirmed as she finally managed to squeak out "I'd like to... participate..."

"I'm glad to hear it Miss WinterHeart" replied the wolfess, the smile evident in her voice "have you had a chance to go over a few of the preliminary selections?"

That stopped the young hybrid. She squirmed a bit, glancing at everything that she'd scribbled down. She took a breath and exhaled slowly. She had to either get over her reservations and go with it, or back out.

"Miss WinterHeart?" Mrs. Benson asked gently.

"Sorry!" she squeaked in reply quickly "Yes I ummm... I'd like to go with scene selection 273A4... the... Princess bedroom. I'd also like to have... a larger breed of male. Someone pretty open and gentle, I want..."

"You want a Prince" the wolfess finished for her.

Eve let out a sigh and said very softly "yes ma'am..." She did. She wanted a prince to come to that room and lay claim to her, to treat her like royalty, to have her as though she were the most beautiful prize in all the land.

"I had a good feeling about you Miss WinterHeart" Mrs. Benson said gently. "I've got some free time today around 3. Why don't you drop by and we'll start sorting out the details and the paperwork?"

"I'll be there" replied the young hybrid "thank you Mrs. Benson." She ended the call and stared at her phone. The little pink panda caught her attention and she chewed her lip. She walked over to it and picked it up whispering softly "can I really have my fairy tale Sam?" She wanted to believe it whole-heartedly but part of her was still hesitant. Hesitant to just let her reservations go 100%. She imagined it would be that way for a while yet. Still... she looked over the paperwork samples a few more times, filled out what she needed to and made her selections. A little before 3... she was on her way back to Guilty Pleasures.

Things swung into motion pretty quickly after the initial stages were taken care of. Medical records were marked as clean, her sexual preferences were finalized, the scene was set, costumes were fitted for her three possible matches. On the back end she had decided for one in particular, but the game show portion was easily faked. They gave her a quick bit of makeup and a lovely dress. It took all of 10 minutes to shoot but now... now was the main event. She was scared... excited... anxious... she was beside herself with stress over it all. Had she made the right decisions? She had marked that Anal was a possibility but she was having second thoughts. Oral, giving and receiving, titfucks, all of it, she was an open girl, but it would all depend on the moment! She kept reminding herself what Hannah had told her. She hadn't given up consent control, so she was in charge of what they did and didn't do. The guy was just along for the ride and the pay check.

She had finally decided on the profile of someone new, someone who had just entered the system and someone who Hannah had interviewed personally. She had highly recommended this particular male, feeling he met all of Miss Evelyn's desires rather nicely. A rather gorgeous looking stallion...

The day was soon upon her. She was taken to the set and the preparation room for it. It was all still quite fancy of course. It was like a doctor's office mixed with a movie dressing room. A pair of rather cute young mice, a boy and a girl with green eyes had already fixed up her outfit and her makeup. She didn't even recognize herself.

She had contacts in to change her eye color to violet, matching the hair dye they put in. They wiped out the orange streak too to further throw off the change. They darkened her fur color and matched her markings to it so they vanished. Hannah had assured her they would digitally remove her horns as well, making it virtually impossible to recognize her. She reached up and gently touched her cheek as she stared at her reflection.

"I never get tired of that..." squeaked the female mouse. The male shared a fist bump with her as they watched their latest masterpiece.

Eve flushed hearing those words and swallowed "I ummm... sorry it's just..."

"No need to apologize dear" said the female "this is our job. We're very good at it and proud to be so. Client's anonymity depends on us, and the business success... depends on client's anonymity." She certainly sounded quite proud of herself and the more Eve thought about it, the more she realized they had every right to be.

The door opened and Hannah stepped in with a warm smile. The twins eeped and hurried off to help with her co-star. Eve looked up at the wolfess and flushed some. "You look lovely dear..." the older female said gently, admiring the makeup job and her outfit.

The young hybrid was dressed in a lovely white gown, fit for a bride, only a bit more of the honeymoon tastes. It had a heart shaped bit of lace across her chest that covered her breasts but only just barely. The waist was laced with beadwork and fitted to her hips. The rest was transparent though slitted along one thigh to leave one leg exposed almost completely. She looked beautiful... and quite sexy. Though Hannah had assured her the focus of their session would be something much softer and more romantic then one would typically expect from a porn flick.

"Now then... we just have one... final touch" said the wolfess as she approached. She was wearing rubber gloves and carried a syringe inside of a plastic case. She popped it open and smiled at the young mother-to-be. "This is your personalized injection. The blood sample we took during your medical records assisted in it's making. It will take about 5 minutes and give us a bit of time to finish prepping your co-star. It should also help with your nerves" she continued. As she spoke Eve shifted the sleeve of her costume up a bit and exposed her arm.

"How's that?" she asked, biting her lip as the wolfess prepared the needle and carefully slid it in, giving her the injection.

"Because it's going to make you want his seed until you're sick of it... only a natural side effect of the ovulation" she cooed with a wink. Eve flushed and trembled some but Hannah retreated after the injection finished. Within seconds she felt a bit... warmer. The thought of it... being drugged like this, did it make it less real? Was it like being high? Or was it really just natural, just... a strong heat cycle.

"Remember..." Hannah said gently "you can leave whenever you want. All you have to do is say the word." Eve nodded and took the wolfess' hand and stood up. "Come M'Lady..." murred the wolfess with a grin "your Prince awaits..."

Eve was shaking a little, but she was sure... or at least almost sure that this was what she wanted. Placing one foot after the other, she followed the wolfess out to the set to wait. Once she was alone she got a chance to really look around and admire the work they had done. The bed had been furnished with violet sheets and drapery, same as the window in order to match her eyes and hair. Crackles and snaps of a real wood burning fire reached her ears, the fire helped to light the room and provide a realistic fantasy atmosphere. She could feel the drug working it's way deeper into her core, intensifying her heat. She was already wet, already imagining what he would look like, how he would feel touching her, how he would feel... inside of her. Even the fake moonlight pouring through the window was convincing enough to be real.

She didn't even hear the announcement that it was time to start. All she heard was the door to the chamber open. Her feet turned her from the window without her even thinking about it... they were already filming... they were already in the fantasy world. She was but a young maiden Princess and she was staring at her beloved Prince. With a single word... she could still turn back. But in that moment, as she gazed upon the gorgeously handsome stallion with a fancy brown coat, spotted with black, she realized something....

...she didn't want to turn back...

"Lady Lillian?" the stallion breathed out as he took another step forward. Lillian, it was a sweet name... He wore a fine tunic and leggings with a belt holding them up. A fake sword hung at his right hip but Eve was more interested in the one inside those leggings.

"Marcus?..." she replied, sounding confused, seeming surprised. She was a bit... she was a little thrown off, trying to meld into character. Then he was there... right in front of her... this... hunking wall of a male specimen. He was so tall, she barely came to his belly. But his hands found her hips and lifted her clear off the ground, pulling her into a kiss. Her body went rigid at first, but the stallion was insistent.

"You're so beautiful my Princess..." he whispered against her lips and then kissed her again. She melted right there. Her lips parted, her head tilted, and she threw her arms around his strong neck and shoulders and was kissing him back like she hadn't seen him in a thousand years. She felt his sword bump her hip... and his other one press against her thighs some through his leggings.

"Is it over?..." she whispered as she pulled back, gazing into his eyes "are you finally back for good?"

The stallion blinked but it was like they were both in the fantasy together, he didn't miss a beat. With another kiss he said firmly "I'm back Lillian... I'm yours..."

She was already tugging at the ties to the front of his tunic as she kissed him again and moaned "take me Marcus... please, I need you..." God she couldn't believe she was saying things like this! But it just... it fit! He was her lover, having returned from battle at long last and now they were finally together. That was the story she told herself, that was how she envisioned it, she wasn't just some cheap... pornstar. Their kiss broke so the stallion could remove his tunic and she got a good look at him. Hell... fantasy or not this guy was gorgeous. She started to relax a bit more as her inhibitions washed away. The fear of being judged started to disappear completely. She was going to enjoy this.

The stallion's large strong hands on her hips again startled her out of her momentary daydream. With a startled yelp she was lifted into the air and then set back down on her back before the fireplace. She felt the warmth of it kiss her side as she was laid upon a large plush fur. Oh God she had hoped he would choose the fireplace. Her eyes locked to his though she expected to see him undo his leggings and ram into her right there... but instead he reached down and tore away the bust of her dress. The strangest thought went through her mind in that moment... the thought of 'hey I liked that dress...' But it was quickly forgotten as the stallion's powerful lips latched to one of her nipples and began suckling furiously. Large meaty fingers slid under her dress and found her drooling honey pot, teasing her folds and making her shudder and tremble to their exploration. She hadn't realized just how wet she was until she heard her cunny squelch to the intrusion of his thick digit. God even his fingers were huge!

A gasp escaped her as he pushed that thick digit deeper into her dripping cunt, making her realize that his finger wasn't as big as she thought... while it was thick, she was just much tighter then usual from her peaked arousal. Her head rolled back as he gently bit the nipple he head trapped in his powerful lips, only to pull off with a wet pop. The chill would have taken it immediately had it not been for the grace of the fireplace keeping the air warm against the wet and hardened flesh. Her eyes locked to his... brown... warm... inviting. She knew the color was fake just like her's, but she still liked it. She saw his gaze drift down for a moment before lifting back to her. A blush filled her face when a smirk filed his lips... he had something in mind...

He slowly travelled down her body, kissing at her belly as he ripped away the rest of her dress, leaving her laying on tatters and the soft fur. Big... powerful strong hands pushed her thighs apart, demanding that she spread for him. Her tail tried to curl by instinct but at a snort from her lover... it lowered and exposed her drooling snatch. She looked at him like a shy little girl... about to be taken for the first time, and though she wasn't a virgin, she sure as hell felt like one in that moment. Then she saw him dive... and she let out a surprised moaning yelp. Not a gasp... not a whine... an actual yelp with the last two letters of the word 'God' almost distinguishable.

'His tongue!...' she thought as she reached down and grasped a hold of his thick brown mane with one paw, the other fidgeting for a moment before his attentions forced it to join it's partner. His tongue was so long, so thick and strong, it lapped her cunny from base to clit with every swipe, probing her entrance with the tip as it passed. All she could do was hold on with both paws for dear life as he took her for a wild ride. She was already so sensitive, she couldn't believe how good it felt!

"Ohhhh Marcus!" she cried out, arching her hips against that teasing tongue. Then she felt him kiss her lips. She almost whined in disappointment that he'd taken away his tongue. But when those lips closed on her hooded pearl and started to suck, she forgot all about his tongue. She fisted his mane savagely, bucking her hips again and again, shoving her cunt against his muzzle demandingly. She vaguely remembered even growling something along the lines of "don't you dare stop!" but she'd have to watch the footage to know for sure.

She thought he couldn't do much more... she was so close already. But he proved her wrong in a very big way and it became too much for her to handle. While his fingers attended to her most sensitive spot, he dipped two fingers into her drooling snatch and started to thrust them back and forth, finding her G-spot in two strokes by feeling her tug sharply on his mane and then never letting up on it. It was just too much, she couldn't hold it in any more. She almost yanked out his mane and shoved her hips against his face as she screamed through one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever felt in her life, soaking his muzzle in her sweet nectar.

Her violet eyes rolled back so far she was almost afraid she would lose one of the contacts. By the time her body finally stopped convulsing she was certain she had at least removed a few strands of his mane. Not once did he complain though. Only when he felt her body go suddenly slack did he remove his fingers and release her poor overly stimulated pearl. She found his eyes as he lifted his head and watched him lick his muzzle clean. As her Prince of the evening straightened up further she saw the outline of his rock solid shaft in his leggings. It was absolutely massive... she wondered if it would even fit with how tight she was without breaking her in half. His hands slowly moved to the ties of his leggings and undid them. He got to his feet so he could make a bit of a show of it and let the leggings open and fall, revealing the thick pulsing rod of his true sword. It was fully at mast though it hung down just a little under it's own weight.

She could see his precum glistening all across the tip where it had smeared against the inside of his leggings. As he shifted and kicked them off he started to drop down again to get to the main event.

"Wait!" she whimpered, holding up her paw. He blinked down at her, looking a little surprised... and a bit concerned. He clearly hoped she wasn't about to back out.

But she wasn't, the truth was, she was still very sensitive. Plus... she wanted to return the favor. "Please Marcus..." she whispered, staying in character "you've been away so long, let me please my Prince... My King..." As she spoke she slowly pushed herself up to sit, and then kneel before him. Her falsely colored eyes locked right to his as she nuzzled the side of his shaft and whispered "let me taste you..."

The stallion certainly didn't have any objections then, nor when her tongue slid across his tip and gathered his pre into her maw. With a soft moan she began lapping at every inch of his flesh she could reach. Her paw lifted up but she soon found she couldn't quite reach all the way around with just one, so the second joined it in stroking nay... polishing his sword...

Her body stiffened some and her gaze flicked to one of his large hands as it moved. Don't ruin it... please don't ruin it big guy... she thought as she paused and kissed his tip. But his hand simply brushed back some of her hair and stroked through it gently. He didn't shove her down or choke her, he shifted his hips a little and just... watched.

'Good boy...' she thought as she opened her maw and enveloped his tip. God it was thick, she had to strain her jaw to get the whole thing in and not scrape him with her teeth, but she managed. She started to push down, sliding his shaft over her tongue and to her throat. Her muscles tensed and she almost gagged but managed to swallow instead, milking his tip with the pulling motions of her throat. She pushed a little deeper and forced her throat to accept his shaft. The deep groan from above her and the tensing of his abdominal muscles, along with the heavy spurt of precum she got told her she was doing a good job. She wanted to take more, but she knew she'd have to take her time, her throat and jaw would cramp up if she went too fast.

She pulled back with a soft wet pop and a gasp, gazing up at him and panting as her paws worked his length, smearing her added lubricants all over and squeezing out more and more precum. She needed a moment, but didn't want to just sit there gawking. She eyed his heavy smooth sac, pulled by the weight of the orbs within. This was a once in a lifetime event for both of them, she was going to make damn sure he never forgot her.

He watched as she dipped her head and her tongue slid teasingly across the bottom of his sac before pulling one of those big balls to her lips so she could suckle gently upon it. Not too hard of course, she didn't want him to be uncomfortable, just nicely aroused. She could peek one eye up at him and smiled seeing that he had never stopped watching. The other eye was blocked by his heavily throbbing man meat. She could see it in his eyes though... he felt like she had when he was proving the strength of a stallion's lips. He was completely enraptured in her attention to him.

Her jaw felt a bit better so she knew it was time to continue the best part. She lifted her head back up and brought his shaft to her maw and slid down again. This time she took him right into her throat, pushing deeper and deeper. She could get over half his length in, but she would choke if she went further. Still, the way he was panting, she knew it was enough. She could feel his grip on her head tense and relax as he fought against his impending climax. 'That's it big boy... let it out... feel powerless like you made me feel' she thought as she started to bob back and forth, taking him in and out of her throat. She paused every few strokes to hold him in her throat and just swallow over and over, the muscles tugging at and milking his upper shaft and crown. It was during one such moments that she noticed something.

Through the brown dye used on his fur she saw a marking... it was brown too but it was just a little lighter then the rest of him... a heart... just above the base of his cock. She couldn't help but think, even in the moment, that it was rather adorable. It was like a sweetheart tag for such a big strong male... and she loved the thought of it. It was a bit messier then the one she had hidden under her own fur dye, but it still felt so warming that they were... connected in such a strange way. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. She kept pumping her head back and forth, looking up at her with those violet eyes.

"Please my love..." she whispered to him, stroking him faster as she kissed his tip "you deserve this release..." Then she engulfed him again, bobbing faster now. She wanted him to cum, to lose control like she had, to absolutely give in to the pleasure. She wanted him, at least a little, to take his pleasure from her maw. And it seemed as if he could read her mind, for he did just that...

They had given her hair extensions to hide her horns a bit better, they would CG out any glimpses pretty easily. His hand shifted in her hair and found one of her horns, gripping it by reflex. He didn't grab the other though, he didn't have to... he started guiding her motions, shoving her up and down his length at his pace, according to his needs and pleasure. She relaxed her throat and just took it... her lips were soaked with spit and precum... some of it having drooled down her chin... it was a little messier then she would have liked but in that moment she didn't care. It was hot and she knew it.

It didn't take much time of him being in control for her to feel him start throbbing more and more. His grip on her horn tightened and he began pushing her down a little further each time. She put one paw on his thigh, caressing him but squeezing when he pushed a little too far. He responded as though they'd been doing it for years now... like they were in perfect sync. And then she heard it...

"Oh Gods Lillian!" he snorted loudly. His hand started to relax on her head. He was going to let her pull off if she wanted to... in response though she shoved herself down as far as she could go... just a few inches shy of taking him all. 'Wow...' she thought, a bit impressed with herself. But he took her signal and kept pumping her head until he suddenly shoved her down and gave a whinnying cry.

Thick, strong, sweet ropes of cum exploded from his cock. She could feel it pulse and roll up his length with every gush... God he was like a firehose! But she gulped it down again and again, not having a choice with the first few since they shot so deep they went right to her stomach. His grip relaxed though as he lost himself in the immense pleasure, not able to control anything anymore... he was in pure orgasmic bliss. So she took over.

She pulled back enough to suck his head and bob lightly as she stroked him with both paws to keep him cumming. She swallowed every mouthful, only a tiny bit spilling out of the corner of her maw. When he finally started to slow she swallowed what she had and then pulled off completely, stroking him slower now. He began to dribble and she happily licked it up, putting on a little bit of a show for the cameras, but mostly for him. She wanted this man to feel good, to feel everything he made her feel, to feel sexy, to feel loved, to feel desired. She tasted every last drop and then swiped her tongue over the last bit on her cheek and it was all gone. Shaking, panting breathes left him as he watched every moment, and yet he was still rock hard. She could practically hear his balls churning to produce more seed to replenish what had been lost.

Finally, she eased back, gazing up at him and flushing furiously. She was a little bit lost in what to do next... what to say next... she started to look shy again. A little uncertain how to transition. Should she just roll over and lift her tail? Or wiggle her ass a little? This was it... she could tell. This was the moment they were going to have sex and he would inseminate her, breed her... give her a child. A kit? A foal? Maybe a bit of both? She was trembling some with anticipation. It seemed like forever but she would later find that it hadn't even been long enough to feel awkward.

He leaned down and then kissed her... full on the mouth. It was passionate... messy... his tongue pushed into her maw and he didn't seem to care what she had just swallowed... nor did she care that she could taste herself still. None of it mattered, their tongues danced in a heated wrestling match for dominance but his of course won. Those strong... amazing hands found her sides and guided her to the fur once more as he shifted between her legs. It felt so smooth, so natural. There wasn't need for words or any fancy moves anymore... no, now was the time for action.

To her surprise, he kept kissing her as he lined up his tip with her drooling cunny. She expected him to lean back so the cameras could watch a bit better... but he kept kissing her, kept her covered, like he was making love to her and not just fucking her. The hard flesh of her nipples brushed against his toned chest with every breathe, making her heart pound in her chest. Only after several long minutes of his loving and passionate embrace, with his tip nudging at her entrance, did he finally pull back.

He lifted his head and panted above her, gazing down into those lovely violet eyes. She nodded to him, there was no turning back. Technically there was, but not for her, not in a million years. She felt it, felt his passion, his care, his loving touch, everything about this male was so perfect in this fantasy of theirs. It was all just... too beautiful. Tears welled in her eyes at how perfect it was but she smiled at him and nodded. It could easily be taken as acting... that she was just so happy to have her Prince back... but the stallion wiped her tears away and then leaned back just a little more and started to push into her.

Her eyes widened and her paws found his sides, clutching at him with claws biting into his skin just a little. She'd never been spread like this before in her life. But she was grateful that he was going easy on her. Her slick cunny lips yawned around the thick girth of his cock, squeezing every time she tensed with a tremor of pleasure, pulling him in, wanting more...

More was one thing this stallion certainly had when it came to inches of hard throbbing dick. He fed inch after inch into her squeezing drooling cunt. She was a writhing, squirming, mewling ball of pleasure filled furry beauty. With a glance downward she saw that heart again, coming closer and closer to kissing her own.

His hips met her's... their hearts kissed unknown to the stallion. A gasp escaped her and her eyes reached him again. She was trembling... she was so full, she could feel the slight bulge in her lower stomach from his thick girth. He looked down at her and their lips met in another deep kiss before he pulled back, leaning up. Now was the time for the show... but she didn't mind. She had to admit to herself, he looked absolutely gorgeous leaned back like that. The soft touch of her paws found his belly and chest as one of his hands closed over one of her petite breasts, the other settling on her hip. His hips slowly rolled back until only his tip remained in her. A whine of protest escaped her against her will at feeling suddenly so empty. But this pony was happy to fill that void. He slid smoothly back into her again, turning that whine into a moan of pleasure. He fell into a steady rhythm of rolling his hips, thrusting back and forth and steadily pumping her with his thick monster of a cock over and over.

Her body bounced with every thrust as his tip pounded against her cervix, she could feel exactly where he'd be depositing his seed when he came. With one of his gorgeous hands covering one breast it kept it from bouncing much but the other swung freely back and forth every time he impaled her. She grew shy feeling it and reached up with one of her own paws, seizing the soft mound and rolling it gently in her grasp as she moaned and writhed under him. She closed her eyes and turned her head some, unable to look at him anymore without feeling embarrassed. It was just so good... and she was afraid for him to see how good.

He didn't need to see her eyes though, he could feel it in the milking tugs and squeezes of her amazing cunny, the wet drooling sounds that escaped every time he moved within her. His pace, his rhythm, his force, everything was absolutely perfect. Not too rough and not too soft. She could feel her pleasure rising and knew that she was squeezing him tighter and tighter with every passing moment.

The warmth of his hand left her breast and by reflex she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. He paused his thrusts, shifting his hands to her hips and lifting them up off the ground, angling them back as he leaned over her. When he started moving again he was pounding harder... faster... slamming down into her with enough force to almost bruise her ass. But she realized why the change in angle. With her hips tilted back this far, he would cum directly down into her womb with nowhere else for his seed to go but to pool where she wanted it... where she needed it... where her body craved it.

Her eyes locked to his again and she could see it, his own pleasure was building just as much as her's was. The spurts of his precum into her core were growing stronger and more frequent. She forgot about controlling her breasts and reached up with one paw, caressing his chest. The other found his hand and squeezed it. He shifted it from her hip and to her paw, lacing his fingers with her's and pinning it to the fur as he lost himself in their passionate rutting. She was gasping for air with pleasured moans, the force of her pleasure making her body hold onto her breathes longer then she should. The furious lovemaking was taking it's toll, and she wasn't going to last much longer.

What she didn't realize was, the stallion wasn't going to last any longer at all. With another whinnying cry he threw his head back, absolutely slamming into her and then hilting every inch of that veiny black shaft into her milking cunt. The first rope that shot into her felt like a mini thrust in itself. It exploded right against the entrance to her womb and quickly began to flood inside. The sensation alone sent her crashing into her own peak.

"Marcus I'm cumming!!" she screamed, arching her hips up against his shaft again and again, milking it for all he had to offer and all the pleasure she could get. It was just too good. The incredible heat that filled her core and started to sate the fire within, the need to be bred and to be fertilized, the undeniable desire that every female has to become a mother...

As he finished, he collapsed and sagged atop her, covering her in his warmth and panting heavily. Her hips quivered every now and then, rising and falling just a little... she liked the sensation of feeling his seed mix and stir inside of her... and his cock rubbing around her most sensitive spots. She could feel his body trembling above her... his muscles tense and trying to relax after the strength of his orgasm.

"Marcus?..." she whispered tenderly. The stallion slowly lifted his head and gazed down at her, his brown eyes soft... tender... loving. "That was amazing..." she whispered tenderly, a shy smile on her lips. She wasn't saying it in character either... at least... not entirely.

The stallion grinned and she suddenly felt a little nervous. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly and eased back slowly and whispered "that was only the beginning Princess..." She blinked at him and eeped as he picked her up off the fur, sitting back on his knees some. He gazed into her eyes, those big strong hands had found her ass and she had to admit... she liked them there. But she liked the feel of him lifting her body by them and then dropping her onto his lap again and onto his still throbbing shaft. This was indeed just the beginning... and as she gazed at the stallion she couldn't help but lean in and kiss him again. Her tongue invaded his maw by force this time as she rose and fell on his lap, riding his thick shaft like she owned it.

Evelyn knew the deed was done... that she was surely pregnant from what he just put into her. Now... now it was just about having the best night of their lives. Now it was just about indulging in the gorgeous hunk of male that she had inside her and him indulging in her. Their embrace and kiss continued as she bounced in his lap until she was certain he was about to cum again and suddenly she pulled completely free and stood up. He blinked in surprise as she smirked and slowly backed away from him, leaving him hanging... or rather... pointing and a little confused. She was feeling... so free... so playful with it all... with a twist of her hips she gave him a nice view of her ass... and it walking away as she looked around the room. A smirk touched her lips as she spotted the window and moved to it, gazing out and looking back over her shoulder at him. That look... that seductive... come get it look. "The moon is beautiful tonight my Prince..." she cooed.

The stallion had started to catch on and slowly stood and moved over to her, sliding his hands around her waist, caressing her belly and lower, squeezing gently and making her gasp as a little more seed squeezed out of her cunny, plain as day evidence of their rutting. Clearly though... he had plans to add more... his shaft ground gently against her lower back as he leaned down and kissed her neck. "Not nearly as beautiful as you Princess..." he whispered beneath her ear, making her shudder heavily.

"Come on..." she whispered so quietly not even the cameras could hear "take me like I know you want to..." He paused realizing she was speaking only to him.

"As you wish..." he replied. He suddenly put one hand on the back of her head, sliding through her hair to grip one of her horns unseen. He pushed her forward some and used his free hand to line his shaft up with her drooling cunt and rammed in without so much as a 'brace yourself'. She yelped, mostly in pleasure but in a tiny bit of pain from being stretched again so suddenly and fiercely... but damn it was good. He started thrusting right then and there, using his grip on her horn as leverage to keep her body controlled. Her paws found the wall around the window and braced themselves as best as they could while the loud slaps of his hips against her ass echoed through the room. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be taken so roughly, so brutally by a stranger. This was primal... this was beyond the sweet sensual love she often craved... this was her inhibitions melting away and her just taking advantage of the situation to get what she wanted... pure... carnal... pleasure.

This time she didn't hold back, there were no soft gasps and playful mewls of pleasure. She moaned openly, shoving back to meet his thrusts every time, she wanted him to cum first... wanted him to lose control before she did, she wanted that sense of pride over him. Even from a place of submission, of letting him have her body, she wanted to feel that she was just so good, he couldn't help himself. She was bound and determined to be the best he ever had. And it was working...

His thrusts were coming faster and harder, as though trying to somehow force more then ALL of his shaft into her with every slap of his hips. He could see her ass bouncing with every buck, rolling against his flesh. The sensation of his cum oozing out around his cock was made all the sweeter by the wet sounds it created as he pounded her cunt raw. She kept pushing back but he was almost taking it like she was struggling... he wanted her to stay put... to be pounded into oblivion. As much as she wanted him to never forget him... despite the forever reminder he had already put in her womb, he wanted her to remember him for more then just his seed.

He shifted his hooves and pushed her forward suddenly. With a cry she pressed against the glass of the window, her hard nipples finding the cold touch almost painfully intense. 'God he's an animal!' she thought as her breasts were flattened against the cold smooth surface, rubbing up and down with every buck of the stallion's hips. She wanted him to cum first... but her plan was backfiring. She was squeezing so tight to try and milk him that she could feel every contour and vein in that thick prick as it plunged in and out of her. The sensation of his heavy balls slapping against her pearl with every thrust wasn't helping either. The intensity of sensation coursing through her whole body, the experience of it all... it just proved to be too much and once again she found herself letting out a scream as she crashed into another orgasm.

The heat of her breathe and body fogged the glass of the window as her pussy clamped down on the invading pillar of flesh. The sensation was not lost on the stallion however. He kept a hold of her horn and leaned close, still hammering into her but slowing the pace. He wound pound into her and wait a moment before pounding in again, one hand seizing one of her breasts. He didn't say a word, he didn't taunt her, tease her, torment her about cumming... he just made it as intense as possible. Every thrust, every roll of his hips was like he was drawing back to gather more pleasure only to shovel it into her using his cock. The poor little hybrid couldn't believe how well this stallion was claiming her cunny, it was like he was built for her... and yet... she hadn't gotten him off.

Or at least that's what she thought...

"Oh Gods..." she panted out softly as she kept thrusting. Slow to draw out, quick to hammer back in. "Marcus... Please I... OH GODS!" she suddenly yelped as he gave a cry of his own. He'd been hiding his pleasure rather well and she suddenly felt him flooding her again. Heavy ropes of sticky seed poured into her womb to join the already impressive pool. She could feel him trembling above her, pulsing inside her, bucking into her with jerky erratic thrusts, just to renew the flow and strength of his pulses. A smile touched her lips as she ground herself back against him murring softly "that's it... let it all out my Prince... please, give me all of it..."

The grip on her horn gradually lessened, which she was a bit grateful for. While she loved the passion, her neck was almost getting stiff. That big meaty hand she loved so much slid slowly down from her breast to her belly and finally to her hip, joined soon by it's partner as he completely released her horn. A strong shudder ran through her body as she felt that thick shaft very slowly pull free of her. The stallion stood behind her, panting heavily and trembling. She remembered how unbalanced, how shaken he seemed after his first powerful orgasm. She glanced back and saw the lovely bed just behind him... it would be a shame to go this whole night without using it...

"You look tired my Prince..." she cooed and slowly turned to face him, looking up at him with a warm smile and putting a paw on his chest. The stallion panted but smiled at her in return. He opened his maw to respond but she growled and shoved "you should rest..."

Max lost his balance and stumbled back, his legs hitting the end of the bed and the rest of him following over and onto it. He blinked in surprise and looked up at her, his cock waving about some in it's semi-hard state. Evelyn couldn't help but giggle watching it but quickly covered her maw. She didn't want him to think she was making fun of him. She adored this stallion... he was amazing to her. "Princess?..." he asked softly as he watched her slowly saunter towards him. Her belly looked a little swollen but she didn't seem to notice or care.

"You've done so much for me..." she whispered as she climbed onto the bed, crawling over to his shaft and leaning down to kiss his poor hardworking balls. "Let me take the lead this time my love..." she cooed, crawling up over him and straddling his shaft. Just watching her, listening to her, he went from semi-hard to steel in a few throbs, much to her pleasure.

Their eyes locked as the two lovers settled into position for what was likely to be one final hurrah. The hybrid's favorite pair of hands found her hips to steady her in her uncertainty. She wasn't this forward... ever. But the look in his eyes... the passion and adoration for her, for what she was doing, for how she treated him, it drove her to continue. With one paw she braced herself on his amazingly toned abs and with the other, she guided his drooling tip to her cunny one last time. His own seed oozed out over his flesh but as she sunk down, the oozing stopped. The thick shaft was just too big to allow anything else to escape, and pushed what was in her cunny right back into her womb as she sank down to the hilt in a single, shuddering motion.

Once hilted, and settled in his lap, she stayed there a moment. Her breathing was slow, relaxed, and gentle. She watched as one hand lifted from her hip up to her cheek, caressing he oh so gently. She couldn't help it... she loved this gentleness of him... the soft tender heart she knew was inside... her fingers traced over the hidden mark on his lower belly as she nuzzled into his touch and slowly rose up several inches, only to drop back down. He kept his eyes locked to her's, but she could tell by the way his breathing changed that he enjoyed the feeling. Her body fell into a steady rhythm, rising and falling, rising and falling, rolling her hips and watching the way his eyes would widen every now and then when she pushed him through a particularly pleasurable moment. This was it... this would be the last time...

So she decided to make the best of it. With her lower lip tucking beneath her teeth as she started the precise and rhythmic squeezing of her cunny around him, she started pulling him into higher pleasure. Every time she sank down she let herself relax completely, letting him fill her without even trying and letting gravity do the work. But when she pulled up... she squeezed, she milked him with every pass, trying to pull his shaft up with her as she rose. The gasp that escaped him and the way his grip on her thigh stiffened for a moment told her it was working.

Her poor lower lip was being assaulted due to the effort and concentration she was putting forth, but the touch of his thumb made her snap out of it and release the poor soft flesh. He brushed his thumb over her lips as he gazed at her and then suddenly sat up and kissed her once more. Her paws found his shoulders and his hand found her ass while the other curled through her hair. Her motions, her milking squeezes of her muscles, they never ceased. Their kiss was tender... loving, everything she wanted. He was pulsing stronger inside her again... it was less intense... but she knew what it meant. She was almost there too...

"Marcus..." she whispered against his lips between their kisses "let me feel it once more... please..." A shudder coursed through her as she felt her pleasure rising.

"My Lady Lillian..." he groaned in return "I..."

"Shhh..." she cut him off with a whisper "it's okay..." Their lips met again in silent agreement. They both knew how special this was... that it was more then just a pay check and a way to get a baby.

Their kiss continued as their rhythmic lovemaking did, eventually bringing them both to a blissful peak. They whispered each other's names... or at least... the names that they knew each other by. The stallion shuddered as he pulsed inside of her one last time... She trembled with a soft whimper as she felt it... felt that heat... that closeness... it was beautiful.

He sank back into the sheets of the bed, pulling her with, holding her tight like he never wanted to let go. He started to shift his hips down and back but she followed him whispering "don't... please... it's so silky inside... keep it all in..."

With a warm smile he settled in again, letting her stay as close as she wanted. She laid her head upon his chest and listened to the sound of his strong beating heart... the rise and fall of his chest. The feel of his hand petting through her hair soothed her so much... Within just a few moments... she fell asleep.

"Miss... ummm... Lillian" a soft voice spoke from above the sleeping hybrid.

"Mmnnn no mom just a few more minutes..." she murmured in response, nuzzling into the warm chest beneath her cheek "I don't want to go to school yet..." Her ears twitched to giggling and her head shook a little from the stallion's chuckle. Her eyes opened and she sat up with a gasp and blinked seeing Hannah. She eeped and grabbed some sheets and covered herself, thinking she was going to be surrounded by a dozen cameramen or something. But it was just the three of them. The stallion was still smiling at her, making her blush deeper as she murmured "s... sorry..."

"It's quite alright dear..." the wolfess replied "I'd have let you stay longer but... security will be closing the building soon."

"Mnn?" she asked, blinking some "how long was I out?..."

"About 4 hours..." replied the wolfess. Evelyn blinked and looked at the stallion who just smiled.

"I have no complaints... it was nice..." he said gently. She blushed a bit more and looked away from him. It felt strange... the fantasy was over... yet he still somehow seemed like the same Prince Charming.

"If you'll follow me Miss Lillian... we can get you dressed and a ride home..." Hannah said gently, offering her paw to the young hybrid. Eve blinked and carefully pulled free from the stallion, shuddering one last time as he slid out of her. She was wobbly on her feet though and the wolfess had to catch her. She smiled and said "easy... easy... after all that I'm surprised you can stand."

"Don't... say stuff like that!" whimpered the hybrid "not in front of him!" she glanced back at the stallion. Hannah giggled softly and Max slowly sat up.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" Hannah asked gently "after this the anonymity clause will go into effect so..." she nodded to the stallion. Eve turned and looked at him and chewed her lip.

"It's alright..." Max said softly "there's nothing else that needs to be said..." He looked Eve right in the eye and she felt... so warm. She smiled and nodded.

"Thank you..." she said softly to him, placing a paw on her belly. The stallion nodded and Hannah lead her out of the set room to a private room. They gave her a batch of pregnancy tests, a followup appointment, and a huge batch of prenatal vitamins for once she had confirmed that she had conceived. But she knew... she knew already that the handsome stallion... her Prince... had succeeded in giving her what she had always wanted.

They each received their compensation checks after just a few days during their followup appointment. They were walked through the... footage... and explained why each itemized award was given. It was a bit unnerving... but sexy as well... watching it, even in an expedited fashion. It was so surreal... but both, though they would never admit it, requested copies of the full footage, as well as the official release once it had gone through editing. It was actually one of their best works according to Hannah. The genuine emotion held within reached out to everyone who... well... liked porn... but preferred something real as opposed to something over the top and fake... which was a rather impressive market. They each took their compensation checks and set off to continue their lives, each having taken something from the experience.

Neither would know who the other was truly... the anonymity clause protected them unless they both gave a desire to know, and Eve... was far too embarrassed and afraid of such an idea. She wanted the fantasy to remain her memory of her Prince...

...but sometimes fate has it's own plans...