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Mel had spent almost two weeks among animal-people - sharing their lives, eating their food, feeling their hot cum being drilled into her willing body - before remembering she had an appointment she wasn't going to make.

When she had set out on her voyage across the ocean, she had been alone, but that didn't mean she'd stay that way all year. She had made plans to meet with another sailor buddy in a distant port when their planned schedules synced up. As often happens with long-term plans, that had been mentally filed as "Not Soon", and wasn't something she thought about a lot.

And then, of course, her boat had sank. She had been pulled from the roaring ocean by a well-built otter, and nursed back to her usual self by his wife. Immersed in their culture, she had gone from being embarrassed by their nudity to sharing their sexual freedom with a speed that surprised her. It was one thing to share their marital bed every night - she could claim that was a result of gratitude, and the intimate friendship they had quickly built. But fucking strangers on the beach? Letting a pack of canines use her body for their pleasure, and thrilling in it? Isolated from other humans, it was easy to let her inhibitions melt away like warm cum dripping off her chest.

But as much fun as she was having, there were still other humans out there, and a handful would eventually notice her absence. Starting with her friend, when she failed to show up to that planned meeting in a few more weeks.

When she had related all of this to her hosts - as they gently caressed her naked body, of course - they had agreed that maybe it was time for Mel to make her presence known to the authorities. After some debate, Mel was set on meeting the mayor, to announce her arrival and ask for a message to be sent out. After a lot more debate, Mel set off into the city by herself. Maybe it would be smarter to have a guide. But she was an explorer, and loved the idea of venturing alone into a city like this.

That attitude was soon tempered. Mel was increasingly glad she had washed up on the quietest corner of the island. The city itself was... a lot.

She gazed at it from the safety of the otters' old car. It was, well, a city. Blocks and blocks of buildings, providing all kinds of goods and services. The differences were superficial, but noticeable - fur stylists instead of hairdressers. A sign promising 'quality claw sharpening' flashed past, attached to a frilly pink boutique.

If the streets had been empty, the city was still identifiably non-human. But the streets weren't empty. They were thronged with bodies, not all of them clothed.

Utility seemed to be the main factor. She drove by a garage where two rats, both in stained jumpsuits, were taking a break from fixing cars. Likewise, uniforms were a concept that existed here, judging from the motorcycle cop she passed.

But otherwise, clothing was optional. For that matter, so was shame. Oh, most citizens seemed like normal folk, going about their day. Some seemed shy - Mel caught sight of a demure girl focusing on a book. Literally mousy. But others...

She definitely drove right past a leopardess pinning a rabbit to a wall. By the mouth. Not just by the mouth. Both of them completely naked and completely ignoring everyone who could see them. Mel quietly crossed her legs a little tighter.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she spotted city hall. She parked close to the doors and took a deep breath. The notion of stepping into a busy municipal building was a little daunting - this wasn't a quiet cottage, or an empty beach. She'd be seen here. But after a few moments of psyching herself up, she tore off the bandaid. Out of the car and through the front doors before she could doubt herself.

The interior was modern and maybe a little fancier than it had to be. The reception desk was helmed by a glamorous impala. She didn't look up from her papers as Mel approached. "Yes, hello, do you have an appointment?"

"I called ahead. I was the one with the weird request?"

"Do you know how many...?" She finally looked up - and her eyes settled on Mel's furless face. "Oh. That weird request."

Mel forced a smile. "So, do you want me to wait somewhere, or...?"

The receptionist glanced to the other animals in the lobby - all maintaining their very important conversations, all pretending not to stare. "No. The mayor happens to be free at the moment. You should probably just speak to him in his office."

"Great. Makes sense. Where... is that?"

With a sigh, the impala stood - revealing that her sharp blazer and sweater were paired with absolutely nothing. Mel followed the round, bare ass in front of her.

Mel was led through impressive doors into the mayor's office. It was certainly... mayoral. Bookshelves on either side of a large, ornate desk, by a large window. You could swivel the big red chair around to get a view of the city, which was probably an architectural requirement of a place like this.

The chair was occupied by a lion.

He was one of the most impressively built people Mel had seen on the island, which, even from her brief experience of the city proper, was saying something. She had been expecting a wizened bureaucrat, but he was carrying his middle-age well. Judging from his shoulders, he could carry anything he wanted.

He looked up as she and the receptionist entered, glasses catching the light. "Ah. Yes. Hello." He nodded to the impala. "Thank you - I'll let you know if we need anything."

Mel snuck a glance at those retreating legs before the door closed. Then she faced the mayor, and managed a smile. "Uh... hi."

He laid down his pen and brought his hands together. No move to stand. Maybe a bad sign. "So. I'm told you're a sailor?"

"Yes." A little blunt, but Mel could deal with that.

"Shipwreck?"

"In the storm two weeks ago, yes."

He raised an eyebrow. His eyes really were quite sharp. "Two weeks? And you only declare yourself now? What have you been doing in all that time?

Inevitable question, prepared answer. "Oh, obviously I wanted to tell the government immediately," lied Mel, "but, to be honest, I was half-drowned. I needed time before I could have this conversation." Most of that time had been spent on hot sex, of course, but he didn't need to know that.

He tapped his claws together. "You needed two entire weeks to remember how to speak?"

"I needed some time," she said slowly, "before gathering the courage to walk into an unfamiliar city that doesn't want any humans, and yelling, 'Hi! I'm a human, and right now I can't run very fast! Do whatever you want to me!'" Mel met his gaze, defiant. "...Sir."

There was a heavy pause. Neither blinked. Mel had kinda hoped to stay civil for, well, longer than ten seconds. But if he wanted to be rude to a sailor, that was his mistake.

She won. His expression didn't change, but he sat up a little straighter. "I suppose that's understandable. You have nothing to fear from us, but if you believed you did... Well, that's on us. Isolationism hasn't made us many friends."

"Kinda the point."

He regarded her. "What was it you wanted, Miss...?"

"Amelia, but you can call me Mel. And my first priority is letting people know I'm not dead. I have appointments I'm not going to make, and I don't want to worry my friends."

He nodded. "Alright. That shouldn't be hard. Although..."

"What?"

"What then?" She tried not to get distracted by the flashes of huge fangs she could see - this sounded important. "I understand an initial message, but how many appointments will you miss? We could turn you over quite easily to the nearest human nation."

"That? That right there? That's why I wanted to be in good shape for this discussion! 'We could turn you over' sounds like a threat, du- Sir. You want me gone, don't you?"

He was impassive. "We don't have a human population."

"Don't? Or won't? Besides, I'm not 'a population', I'm a woman. Hardly a drain on your taxpayers. Sir."

A powerful hand adjusted his thin glasses. "I take it, then," he said, "you hope to stay?"

"I do. For a while, at least."

Mel had never lived in any one place for long. But she had grown more than comfortable with Wil and Irina. She had a good thing here. And she would not be budged from it.

"If you can give me some firm legal reason I shouldn't be here," she declared, "...well, I'll probably still contest it. But I don't think you even can. So either pass a new law specifically to kick me out, or get used to me."

"You make a valid point. You're currently in a grey area. But I get the final say. Aside from you not making a nuisance of yourself, what do I get out of this?"

Mel scoffed. "Oh. Come on."

She leaned down. Deliberately letting him see down her shirt.

"You know exactly what you can get out of this. Sir."

His face still didn't change. "What? You're offering me the chance to be the first person to have sex with a human in... however long it's been?"

"Uh..." Mel ran through a quick list of faces and textures. Irina and Wil, those four canine punks... the other day she'd be properly introduced to Gwen, the seagull who delivered the post... "More like the... eighth?"

He sighed. "Adjusting to the culture, I see."

He regarded her through his glasses, eyes sharp.

"In that case, you probably realize how frequent such offers are. It's not bribery, but only because it's so common. It would be like offering a human politician... I don't know, a hug."

"We don't do that."

"Of course you don't." He waved a paw. "In any case; I'm not going to take any action at this time. I'll get back to you in a few days once I've given your presence some thought."

There was a pause. Mel didn't move.

"You may leave now."

"Can you give me some kinda guarantee you won't kick me out?"

"I'm not in the habit of guaranteeing anything."

"Then I'll stay right here," she said, still leaning across his desk.

"Don't be childish."

"Oh, you want me out? Then either give me a written guarantee I can stay here, or throw me out yourself."

"Okay," he said, and Mel realized which of those he was agreeing to when he stood.

He towered over her. Mel, briefly awestruck, reacted too late when he calmly took her by the shoulder.

"There's plenty of security personnel in this building, but you're quite right. I can eject you from my office myself." He easily pulled her towards the door. "Goodbye, ma'am. Don't contact me again - I'll tell you my decision once I've reached it."

"No, hey!" Mel squirmed in his grip - an iron grip tipped with neat claws. "We aren't done here! I'm still talking!"

But what happened next had nothing to do with words.

He held her, and she squirmed, so he held her tighter - not painfully, but there was definitely more pressure applied from that powerful leonine hand. Although Mel's attention was elsewhere, this still earned an instinctive reaction from her body. She let out an almost inaudible gasp. Her pussy stirred, just slightly.

And the mayor stopped short, detecting a scent.

Mel didn't fill the silence, unsure of what he was thinking. He didn't speak either. Unusually for a politician, he opted for actions over words.

A moment later, he was tugging Mel's pants off.

"H-hey! You didn't have to-"

"Quiet."

One word, sharp and authoritative. Mel, to her surprise, complied. She watched as he lowered his face to her exposed crotch - and yelped when he buried his muzzle against her.

Warm air caressed her pussy as he sniffed her deeply. The sensation made her tremble a little. She bit her lip, wondering how self-conscious she should be feeling. This was nothing new at this point, but something about his approach felt different. Urgent.

He finally pulled away and stood. When he spoke, it wasn't a clarification. Just a fact. "You've been breeding with us."

"Uh... well, I was taken in by a nice couple, and from there it kinda-"

"You said you've bred with eight citizens?"

"Seven," muttered Mel, ignoring a blush.

"And how many were males? How many came inside you?"

"Uh - four. Yeah, my host, and three others." She blinked. "Wait..."

He hadn't said 'fucking', or 'screwing', or 'sleeping with'. The word he had used was specific. He had said 'breeding'.

Her eyes widened. "Am I...? Did you, like, smell that I was...?"

Now his unflappable calm was more soothing than annoying. "I'm hardly a doctor. I can't say for sure. You'd need a more formal test."

Mel nodded. She went to step away, to give herself a bit more physical space to think...

Which was when she noticed his grip on her had never wavered.

"But if you aren't pregnant-"

Then, it tightened.

"-you will be," he said, "before you leave this room."

And suddenly Mel was being pulled in the opposite direction, back to the desk. Instead of shock or surprise, her first and deepest reaction to this was a warm, powerful ache in her pussy.

Superficially, the mayor's office couldn't be further than meeting some rude punks on an empty beach. And yet, Mel was stripped with a rough efficiency that felt very familiar. She didn't fight it. If her body was valuable here, was it so wrong to lean in? To let herself be used? Thinking about that just made arousal deepen even further.

Once she was fully nude, Mel was guided to her knees by one of those huge paws. She licked her lips, anticipating what was coming.

He didn't disappoint. Quite the opposite. The mayor undid his belt and zipper and businesslike boxers to reveal a thick cock that matched the rest of his physique. Mel's pussy twitched just at the sight of it. Leaning closer to take in its scent had an even stronger effect.

He was watching her intently, but she didn't need instruction. Mel got in close, stroking and caressing him. Laying soft kisses on his heavy balls. She coaxed his dick into hardening, letting it rest on the soft skin of her face.

Kneeling there, her head buried between the thighs of a politician she just met, Mel had some time for self-reflection.

She was about to be bred. No; she was about to _ensure _she was bred. She was probably already pregnant, with some hybrid thing, and if she wasn't, he was about to rectify that. Rectify it with every inch of this delicious cock.

She would have expected a stronger emotional reaction. She had never planned on motherhood, much less... whatever the hell this was. But she was entirely calm.

More than that. She was eager to get started.

Before she knew it, she was taking him into her mouth. Softly sucking his tip and massaging him with her tongue. She lost herself in his taste, dreaming of how this thick meat was about to claim her. Keeping one hand on the fur of his balls, the other naturally slipped between her own legs to her needy crotch.

"Starting to see - benefits." His voice was less businesslike now, and she thrilled in the effect her careful efforts were having. "Maybe we've been - missing out. Whole time. If humans aren't just genetically compatible, but also this... willing."

He punctuated this thought by sinking another inch into Mel's mouth. She wetly moaned her agreement.

She knew she was ready. Her heart was pounding, her hand was wet with her own juices, and all she could focus on was making the cock in her mouth as hard as possible. When his paw took a fistful of her hair, keeping her in place as he pulled out, she couldn't suppress a whimper of anticipation.

"Good. We can start." The slightest pull from that huge hand had Mel scrambling back to her feet, breathlessly eager. She let herself be manipulated, those paws turning her around and bending her over the desk. No romantic kisses here. Just getting bred like the animal she was. She shivered.

The wood felt cool against her stomach, her breasts. She kept her legs spread, like a good little human, and waited for the mayor's warm body to press against her.

His tip aligned with her cunt. Mel sucked in a deep breath - and screamed it back out as he roughly penetrated her.

"Quiet," he huffed. Still commanding, despite how his dick was immediately, needfully being massaged by tight human pussy. "This is a workplace. No screaming."

"Nngh... Trying..." Mel could barely speak. The way he filled her was overwhelming. "It's... hhhhhah...!"

"Fine, then. You clearly need me to do everything."

And that was how Mel found her mouth being muffled by a huge lion paw.

After a second to adjust, she had no objections. Clinging to the desk with one hand, she matched him with the other, pressing him into her face. She could smell him, she could kiss him, and she could be as loud as she wanted.

Panting and whimpering, she melted onto the desk. His other paw was firmly gripping her side, where her thigh met her hip. Keeping her in place for his powerful thrusts. Mel didn't need to do anything. Just stay still and enjoy every moment.

She tried to match him. Wiggle her hips, add her own movements. Be a partner. But he just kept plowing her, resolutely, and it was too much to handle. For the next few minutes, he owned her. This dick owned her. Her whole body shivered, aroused inside and out.

Mel gasped in breath through his fingers. There wasn't much else she could do, aside from curl her toes and weakly clench her pussy. The leonine cock which claimed her body filled her utterly. Her mind was reeling, overwhelmed from the pleasurable sensations of that thick meat pumping her body.

He was relentless, and focused. He never slowed. She listened to the noises he made, the way he huffed and growled, and knew he was enjoying this. Enjoying her. God, that thought really turned her on...

And she clung to that thought. Thinking was the easiest way to enhance her pleasure when her body was being so thoroughly dominated. She thought about the dick pounding her so forcefully, and the gorgeous ass of the impala secretary. She thought about getting pinned to a city wall in broad daylight, and no-one interrupting. She thought about the toned bodies of canine punks, and she definitely thought about soft, sweet otters.

Had she really gotten pregnant? Her pussy twitched. Had one of these exquisite beasts knocked her up? It twitched again. This might just be her life, now - she might have to stay here, part of their population. Surrounded by cocks and pussies and asses and tits and muscles, dear god how was this goddamn mayor so fucking jacked-?

Mel's hips bucked, instinctively, and he took that as invitation to up his pace. She screamed into his palm as he fucked her even harder. She couldn't take this. Not with a head full of dirty fantasies, almost as stuffed as her cunt.

"Do it." He gripped her tight, rutting her without mercy. "Show me why you should stay! Show me how humans-!"

Mel screamed so loud his hand barely muffled it. Her back arched. And she came.

Waves of pleasure washed through her, and she savoured every one. Just as she savoured the response she got from the mayor. He finally began to slow, a last few careful thrusts. Then, when he was buried as deeply as possible, he came too.

Mel felt lion cum pour into her. Warm and virile. She let out a breathy sigh, and took satisfaction in doing a good job.

There was a pause, long enough to ensure he emptied his entire load inside her. But once he was finished, he didn't waste time. He pulled out, and stepped away, and without his body pinning her against the desk Mel let her legs go weak. She slid to the floor, pleasantly surprised to find the carpet was comfortable.

"Careful. Don't waste any." The mayor grabbed her by the ankles and repositioned her so her legs were against the desk. Instead of leaking out of her, his cum stayed pooled at the bottom of her pussy. Mel barely mumbled. Again, she was fine with being manipulated. She needed a minute anyway.

In contrast, he was barely out of breath. He called in his secretary, and by the time the impala arrived, the mayor had fixed his pants and was scribbling a note.

"Yes? How can I..." The secretary stopped when she saw the naked, sweaty human sprawled on the floor. Not out of surprise - she remained professional. But she looked longer than she had to. Mel realized this was payback for how thoroughly she checked out the impala's ass earlier. She welcomed the attention with a woozy smile.

"We might be onto something important here," the mayor was saying.

"I'm sure..."

"And if not - hey. It's a Friday." He handed the note to his secretary. "I want you to contact these employees, privately and in this order. Tell each one he's got a fifteen-minute break if he comes to my office immediately. When one's finished, call in the next. But keep it quiet otherwise, alright? Don't want a rush."

"You mean...?" She didn't need it spelled out, of course, and neither did Mel.

"That's right. I may have the first taste, but I want to be thorough about this, and everyone on that list has earned a little relaxation." He glanced, almost as an afterthought, to Mel. "Unless you object?"

She found room in her tired body for a fresh thrill of arousal. "Ready for... more..."

"Excellent."

The impala strode off, ready to summon the first of many more potential fathers. And the mayor regarded Mel as she lay there, preparing herself for a long afternoon.

"Yes... Might be high time for us to open our borders after all."

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That had been two weeks ago. Mel was comfortably back in her routine.

Everything felt nicely settled. The mayor had arranged her message, and now she could rest easy. And she did. Vaguely, she knew that what she was 'accomplishing' here just by sitting on her ass and getting fucked - a human, co-existing with the population of this island - would have ramifications. Maybe she would be the first immigrant among many.

But she didn't really care, if she was honest. Her focus was more domestic.

Mel lay in bed - their shared bed - and watched clouds drift by. Over the cottage and out to sea.

There were footsteps on the stairs. Mel could easily recognize her two hosts by now, and tell them apart. She was smiling at Irina before she even opened the bedroom door.

The otter smiled back, and wordlessly went to the bed. She nestled in close. She laid a hand on Mel's stomach. And they both admired at the now-noticeable bump.

Sure enough, the lack of protection had caught up. It had probably caught up immediately, based on the timing. Mel hadn't planned for this, but she also didn't plan to become shipwrecked. She was rolling with the changes, and with warm otter fur against her skin, she felt no panic.

Now she knew that unprotected sex was the norm here because pregnancies were rare, and... suffice to say Mel understood there were differences in the approach to parenting. Still, both she and her hosts had thought nothing of it, assuming there would be no risk of interspecies impregnation. They were happy to be proven wrong.

Even without the question of hybridisation, Mel had no idea just what she was pregnant with. There had been that wonderful day when a fox, a wolf, and a painted dog all took turns cumming inside her. And now there was the mayor, and a big chunk of his staff, some of whom had been hiding impressive talents in their slacks.

But no-one had cum inside her more than Wil. The numbers were on his side - as was Mel herself. After decades of marriage, the otter couple hadn't been able to conceive. Then they had found Mel. Irina had insisted they would love Mel's offspring, no matter what it looked like. And that was a huge relief, since having a kid in an unfamiliar land was hardly easy. Mel was thankful her hosts were still behind her, and believed them when they said they had no prejudice when it came to the species.

But Mel was hoping for a cute little otter.

End