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It felt like Duke was going to get his organs harvested, or some other fucked up thing, like he’d seen in the movies. The dark forest trail had cabin-in-the-woods vibes, because it was exactly that. At the end of the dirt path – which felt far longer than it actually was – awaited a lonely lodge belonging to his long-time friend. Well, he’d only known them for about a year, but it felt longer. Same as the trail.

He met Hannah – a wolf just like himself, except pristine white instead of his patterned brown coat – as well as dozens of other wonderful people in a discord server. His decision to join and turn all those strangers into friends was purely whimsical, no more than a coin toss, and now he was here, trekking through the kind of forest a killer would hide in to stay the week with someone he’d never even spoken with. Sure, they exchanged messages, but he’d never actually heard her voice or seen any pictures.

Duke reviewed the map on his phone, surprised that he was still getting signal, and more so that his destination was merely a minute away. His parents would be smacking him upside the ears for flying overseas and walking a mile deep into the woods to meet a ‘stranger’ he’d found online, and in most cases they’d be right to. That was the pessimist point of view, but Duke was an optimistic kind of guy. Dangerously so. He’d been scammed for believing in the goodness of people and giving second, even third chances where not even the first was deserved.

This was not one of those times. He rounded the bend to see the promised log cabin, a harmonic blend of rustic and modern, sitting in a clearing betwixt the towering trees like it belonged there. The lights were on and the place looked well taken care of, so he gave himself a reassuring nod. Climbing the triplet of steps leading up to the covered porch, he could hear faint music, the kind one would hear at a house party. Other than that, it was silence and the scent of cedar, nobody would hear him scream out here. He shook the unhelpful thought away.

There were more important things to worry about, like Hannah. Duke was a nervous wolf at the best of times, always wanting to be a helpful good-boy (which the she-wolf loved to tease him for). Thus, he worried about his own first impressions. He took a deep breath, remembered some advice from his charismatic mentor, then rapped a knuckle against the wooden frame. He barely found a moment to touch up his hair before hearing the ominous thumps of approaching footsteps. He gulped, then the door swung inward.

There she was, standing elegantly in a cute outfit like snow wrapped in silk. She was beautiful. Picturesque. The purest white fur with equally white flowing hair draped over her shoulders and back. Her brilliant amber eyes, full of mischief, passed over him, silently judging. Slender hips and curves, the kind that stole your gaze, leaned against the doorframe as she appraised the brown wolf. Hannah handedly defeated the image he’d constructed in his head, and for a moment his pupils turned into miniature hearts.

“You’re shorter than I thought you’d be. Come on in~”

The words rolled off her tongue, teasing and enticing. This was exactly the girl he’d met online.

“Hi! Thanks for having me,” he said quickly, struggling not to stutter and make a fool of himself right out of the gate. She stifled a giggle at the dorky canine as he stepped in, heavy backpack rustling with clothes and other travel things. Duke surveyed the interior: not some kind of gory sex dungeon, but rather a very comfortable looking home!

Ahead from the front door were stairs, leading up to bedrooms and down to somewhere gloomy. Splitting off from the entrance hall were archways leading to a well-stocked kitchen and a loungeroom, or more like a den actually. That’s where Hannah led him. He dropped his pack in the hallway and joined his fellow lupine on a large and comfy couch. The plush pillows embraced him, providing small comforts to his unsettled nerves.

The wolfess could tell he was shy, just as she hoped he’d be. Most were only so confident in their words and promises online, then it all fell apart in person. Duke was no exception. He’d made a bit of a reputation for himself on the server, claiming he’d breed all the girls, pin them down and knot them, so on and so forth. It was a persona he more or less fell into with how many subby bottoms existed in that space, like a buffet that demanded diners. He’d flirted with Hannah here and there, too, but she was no pushover like the others.

“Sooo, does this wolfess meet expectations?” she hummed, leaning forward to show a bit of cleavage, “I’d say you meet most of mine~”

“Heheh, just glad you’re not harvesting my kidneys. Right?”

Showing a bit of fang, she turned that crude icebreaker on him, “Oh there’s plenty of time for that later, after I’ve had my fun.” The line was delivered with a face that betrayed nothing, not a hint of sarcasm.

He swallowed.

“Y-yeah, nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise. I look forward to getting to know you better,” she purred, sliding closer with a hungry look, “All of you.”

Her paw was on his inner thigh, sliding up and subsequently increasing Duke’s heartbeat tenfold. They’d teased and hinted at fooling around during his stay – the brown wolf even had condoms in his bag, just in case – but he’d expected some chatting, some snacks, maybe a game or movie before he’d gain the courage to slide an arm around her shoulders. Was she really diving straight in?!

She could see the panic on the adorable puppy-dog’s face like giant, flashing weak spots; it made the teasing sooo delicious. Her paw found his bulge, cupped it, then boldly fondled like she was appraising a piece of fruit. Or a bag of fruits. The rumours circulating the discord server were true: the wolf was packing. Within seconds, she could feel something swelling in the fabric, and a distinctly masculine scent graced her senses.

The poor wolf whimpered, frozen like a deer in headlights. His sexual experiences could be counted on one paw – half a paw, depending on who you asked – meaning he melted like butter to her practiced touch. Facing no protest, she snuck that paw down his waist to feel him through thin underwear. Already, she could feel a damp spot, and a lewd heat that made her loins stir. Her eyes were locked to his face, drinking in the cute expressions and the way his ears submissively splayed back like a succubus.

In a moment of bravery, Duke put his own arm out to lay a paw on her chest – closer to her neck than anything else – in an attempt to break her hold over him, or at retake a bit of control. She was entirely unfazed, so he crept his paw lower and lower, like a virgin about to touch his first breast. Hannah laughed haughtily when he finally cupped a hefty mound, discovering in the process that she wore no bra.

“Hah hah. C’mon wolf-boy, I don’t bite,” she teased, still attacking her friend’s bulge with skilled fingers, “At least not in the way you think…”

Just as her paw withdrew to instead slip beneath his underwear, the front door knocked. Duke froze up while the wolfess simply stood with a spring in her step and a flick in her tail to go welcome the rest of her guests.

“W-who is it?” Duke asked, fixing up his dishevelled pants.

“Nobody, just some people you know.”

“Oh… What-?”

She opened the threshold and welcomed several more into her lodge. They all exchanged cheery greetings and carried in bags similar to Duke’s, looking as if they were also planning to stay the week. As they set their stuff down in the hallway and approached the den, he recognised most, no, all of them by pictures and descriptions he’d seen in the server. Hannah had never outright stated they’d be spending the week alone, but he assumed that she would have mentioned something so important earlier!

Ryder, the horniest sergal he’d ever known, and more importantly his girlfriend, came in and boldly sat in his lap like she owned that particular seat. Despite talking to her constantly, she had evidently been able to keep this a secret. She looked better than the pictures, and the transition was progressing nicely. After less than a year, her breasts had already reached C cups, and the rest of her body followed suit to be just as feminine, and though her penis remained, it was hardly worth considering since it wasn’t even usable anymore.

Cassie and Nola joined them on the remainder of the couch, a black bear and tanuki respectively. The bear – or barr, as the server liked to call her – was a deliciously thicc (yes, with two c’s) woman known for being as caring as she was sexually aggressive. Unlike Ryder, she sported a healthy cock and wasn’t afraid to use it. Nola looked adorable next to her, being a petite little thing with a stylish red stripe in her black hair. Behind the demure exterior, however, she was already sizing up the wolf and stripping him with her eyes.

Then came the boys: Oro, Flynn, and Eddi. Duke knew the first two quite well and had exchanged many pictures with both. Despite looking like a bit of a femboy shiba, he knew Oro was packing even more meat than he was! The dog wore old yet fashionable clothing, including a belt of colourful vials – everyone wondered if they were merely for show – to complete his classic alchemist look. Flynn was the most interesting one of the bunch, being the only hybrid; his top half was a brilliant red cardinal, while the bottom half had the grace of an ocelot. Eddi was a white tiger who was known to love breeding, both giving and fantasising of receiving, even though he had the wrong parts. There were a few in the server waiting for him to ‘crack’, just as many others had.

That left Hannah in the hallway with Clover, a relatively new member of their discord community. He’d flirted with her as well, saying things like “I’ll keep breeding you until it works” and “You’d make an excellent pet”. The catgirl was extremely lewd online, thus found her home with the rest of the perverts and degenerates quite quickly, but she was shyer than most when reality reared its ugly head.

Everyone gathered in the den, eyeing each other hungrily like each was a snack – but they all looked at Duke like he was a meal. The brown wolf was suddenly feeling a lot more nervous, now that his one-on-one ‘date’ had turned into some sort of surprise meeting. Nobody else actually seemed surprised to see each other, so…

Why wasn’t he in the loop?

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“H-hi.”

“Hey~” his girlfriend replied.

“Aww look at him, he’s shy,” said Cass, pulling them both into her warm curves.

Flynn chirped, “A pleasure to finally meet you, sir.”

“Likewise!” he said, craning his neck to each friend.

The greetings continued, all of them eager to meet Duke like he was some kind of rockstar. He was glad his tail was pinned between him and the couch, for it would have been wagging up a storm under the onslaught of attention.

The wolf’s discomfort was incredibly amusing to Hannah, but she hadn’t invited him over to be bullied. Well, maybe a little bit. The nine of them lounged around the den and talked about the server; the thing that united them. They chatted about kinks, stories, and the others they all knew and loved, from the otters and yeens to the rodents and canines, laughing and cuddling after being separated by seas for so long.

Of course, with the server being the way it is, it didn’t take long for things to get horny.

Duke’s paws went on a holy pilgrimage from Ryder’s shapely waist to her divine breasts, evidently unafraid to grope her in company. She didn’t hesitate either and leaned into him, whispering things into a fuzzy brown ear (terrifically horny things, given the wolf’s creeping blush).

Cass, Nola, and Eddi were engaged in a discussion about breeding – the most common topic in the discord. The three bounced off each other, throwing ideas back and forth with ease. The black bear in particular loved imagining all the resulting offspring, suggesting she should knock up Nola, and get knocked up by Eddi in turn. It was only ideas, for now.

The wallflowers, Oro and Clover, stood to the side, listening and watching but lacking the assertiveness to go further. Watching Flynn shuffle over to the brown wolf, kneel down before him, then nuzzle under his bulge hit them with a wave of envy. It burned deep, making them eager to do the same, though not enough to commit. Thus, they attached themselves to the wall and watched, building up the courage. The Shiba’s fingers traced absentmindedly over the colourful vials he’d brought, wondering if they’d live up to expectations.

And Hannah watched it all, enjoying the layers upon layers of trickery she’d woven. To them, only Duke was in the dark. That much was true, except they didn’t know that Hannah had made additional plans with the server’s alchemist. And, well… That’s what he thought. She watched the various couplings tease and touch, basking in the growing sexual tension, knowing it would explode fantastically.

Time for the big reveal.

“Hey, I bet you can turn this brown wolf red if you all pet him hard enough,” she teased, provoking multiple paws into ruffling his scruffy hair even scruffier. The thin, tan fur of his cheeks did in fact hint at some pink underneath. Judging from the tip of his tail wagging uncontrollably and his utter failure to recoil from all the petting, he was equal parts excited and embarrassed.

Utterly adorable.

“You’re cuter than I thought you’d be,” chuckled Cass, making a mess of his head fur, “are you sure you’re a big dommy breeder?”

“I am when I want to, but this is also nice~” he replied.

With all eyes on the goodest boy, she took Oro by the wrist and led him away, deeper into the lodge. Therein, the basement of her house held a well-stocked bar, as well as several contraptions of unknown purpose. The dog stopped and stared at the dusty machines, dark and lifeless for untold years. Hannah answered before he could ask, “Don’t worry, those days are behind me.” It raised more questions than it answered, but he nodded and followed her behind the bar.

The wolfess pulled up a list on her phone: her friends’ favourite cocktails. This was what they had discussed in secrecy, though making tasty drinks for your friends hardly called for a clandestine meeting- it was the vials Oro brought with him that did. He laid them on the counter, four in total; for Ryder, Eddi, Clover, and Flynn. It wasn’t a breeding party if not everyone was breedable, after all.

The shiba alchemist, Hannah’s partner in crime, set about finding ingredients around her bar and preparing the drinks – what was mixology if not alcoholic alchemy, anyway? With her phone between them, they worked on eight different drinks, taking care to ensure his secret ingredients would go unnoticed until it was too late.

A Mojito for Nola, White Russian for Clover, a good Old Fashioned for Eddi, and a Fuzzy Navel for himself. Oro began setting up drinks to the last four names on the list, assuming Hannah would handle the first four. She planned for this, and had already made a start on his Fuzzy Navel. The devious wolfess feigned surprise and kindly reached out to him.

“Cocktails taste better when they’re made by someone else, dear,” she said, smiling sweetly, “can you make me a Poco Loco please? And I’ll handle yours.”

Oro blushed and fumbled the glass, as if he’d made some grave error. “I-I haven’t heard of that one.”

“Oh, that’s one of mine. It’s delightful! If I do say so myself,” she said proudly before gesturing to a placard behind him, “recipe is on the wall there.”

“Ah! Thanks. Here, take these,” he replied, sliding over the bottle of peach schnapps and orange juice. She caught them as they glided across the counter, then plucked a fresh orange from a bowl of fruits. The two danced around the bar, weaving around each other to reach liquors up high and ingredients down below in a masterful display of bartending. Neither needed to ask or assist, for they knew their tasks.

With all the pieces in place, Hannah created a cold Mudslide for Duke, an Ultraviolet for Ryder, Shirley Temple for Cassie, Tom Collins for Flynn, and Oro’s Fuzzy Navel. She grinned at that name, cute drink for a cute boy. Then came the potions; the vials clinked gently as Hannah grabbed two of them, Ryder’s and Flynn’s. She popped the cork and tainted Ryder’s vibrant drink, pleased to see it hardly changed colour. She glanced over to see Oro hard at work, putting one hundred and ten percent of his focus into corrupting the White Russian, as if an earthquake would shake his grip at any moment. Sly as a kitsune, Hannah poured half of Flynn’s potion in the Tom Collins, then the rest into the Fuzzy Navel, surreptitiously followed by more orange juice as its hue threatened to turn the wrong shade.

She quickly side-eyed Oro again; he was mixing in the next potion, somehow focusing even harder on this one and completely oblivious to the white wolf’s treachery. She allowed herself a devilish smirk, all according to plan. There was a moment of panic as the Old Fashioned turned far pinker than it should have, so they poured Eddi’s drink into a larger glass and topped it up with more whiskey and bitters, hoping the feline was in the mood for heavy drinking. Then it was done. The stage was set, and Oro was none the wiser.

Hannah returned to the den to find the gaggle of degenerates with their paws down their pants, or someone else’s pants. Hannah felt a smirk tugging at her lips, this will be easier than expected. The wolfess commanded the room with a sharp whistle, turning heads and ending deviant conversations, “Hey, come down to the bar you filthy animals. Got a surprise for you~”

Ryder was down the stairs first, tugging Duke along by the paw with the rest of them in tow. Oro and Hannah took great pride in watching their faces light up with glee, seeing the array of colourful cocktails arranged along the bar top. She returned behind the bar, buzzing with adeptly concealed anticipation, then picked up her Poco Loco and took a sip. It was perfect, as expected of the master alchemist. She raised it in cheers, “I assume you all know whose is whose.”

“Woah! Are they for us?”

“Aahh! So that’s why you were asking us about our favourite cocktails!”

“Oh my Dog, thank you!”

As everyone took their seat – designated by the purposefully placed beverages before each one – Duke and Clover reached for the mudslide, touching each other like nervous teenagers. Sheepishly, he glanced to the bartenders for confirmation, “I think this is mine? I don’t know any of these others drinks-“

“Clover, you have to drink this one,” said Oro too eagerly, offering the White Russian to Clover. Hannah offered a sharp tap with her ankle, and his expression straightened up.

“Oh! Right, thanks hahah-!” she laughed, minorly embarrassed, before turning to Duke and clinking her glass to his, “Excellent choice! Mudslides are another favourite of mine.”

“Eyyy, nice!”

They sat on stools, drinking and snacking on salted nuts provided by their gracious bartenders, chatting and generally having a damn good time. It was already a night none of them would ever forget, because how often did a group of internet friends get to come together like this? And they didn’t even know the half of it – Hannah’s paw hid her mischievous grin.

Mostly empty glasses of various shapes and sizes dotted the counter, their contents exactly where they were supposed to be. Oro was so focused on the others, watching his unknowing ‘test subjects’ for signs of change that he failed to notice his own; an itchiness between his legs, butterflies behind the abdomen, a degree of unreasonable arousal – perhaps just a result of the alcohol and constant breeding talk that seemed be present in every conversation. The shiba fidgeted with his drink, too worried that Flynn seemed to be completely unaffected to notice the groove forming behind his own balls.

It was working on the others though; Ryder, Clover, Flynn, and Eddi shifted in their seats, filled with an unexplainable need to be bred. It was something they all pondered to some degree, despite having the incorrect physiology for it. Inside each other them, caused by pseudo-science only Oro could explain or understand, new organs grew and hormones flooded their systems. Ryder had a head start in the boob department, but changes to the catgirl and catboy were obvious: their flat chests pushed out against their shirts, steadily swelling well past the point where they could be called ‘pecs’. The few that noticed dismissed it as a trick of the light, or folds in the clothing. When the obvious became undeniable, stillness and awkward looks replaced conversation.

Cassie, as forward as ever, leaned over to palm one of Clover’s new mounds, eliciting a shuddering gasp from their lips. Instead of jerking back, she grabbed their tits with both paws, feeling them like a professional breast inspector. “Darling, it looks and feels like you’re growing tits. You too, Eddi!”

“W-what’s happening to us?” asked the white tiger, setting down his half-full (or half-empty, for you pessimists) glass of Old Fashioned to feel his own swelling chest.

“I don’t kn- ah!” cried Clover as the bear tweaked an overly sensitive nipple.

“Woah, this is crazy,” commented Nola, leaning over the countertop to watch them in awe, “and kind of crazy hot too…”

Oro pressed his thighs together, concerned that the cardinal hybrid still had a washboard chest, despite having finished their transformative cocktail. Breathing heavily and rubbing his thighs together, he whispered to Hannah, “H-hey, you got Flynn’s drink, right?”

She gave him one of the looks of all time – a mix of pity, mischief, and authority, coated with overwhelming smugness. “Sweet, sweet Oro. Of course I did. It doesn’t look like he’ll be growing a nice pair, since I gave most of his potion to you.” He looked up at her wide-eyed, finally forced to notice his own symptoms. Hannah placed a paw to the shiba’s shoulder, as if giving him her condolences while gleefully watching Oro’s new breasts test the confines of his shirt, “ You will look adooorable with a belly full of Duke’s pups~”

She grabbed one of his breasts and squeezed, causing Oro to moan in equal parts surprise and pleasure. He was well aware of the changes happening within, having crafted the potion himself. Like the others, he was growing a needy pussy. His body was creating a fertile womb, hungry for seed, and with the added bonus of starting in heat – that had been his own idea, now turned against him. Oro’s C cup breasts, quickly swelling into D cups and beyond, would feed a litter of young he would be forced to carry. No, not forced, he’d want it, crave it like an addict – tireless nights hunched over his alembics ensured that. The cruel irony was almost lost on him, being in the throes of heat he’d designed to be unbearable.

The shiba groaned, suddenly far too uncomfortable in his tight shirt to allow it to stay on.

He fumbled with the buttons in his desperation to let his heaving chest breathe, finally releasing those fat puppies in a voluptuous spillage. Clover struggled with Cassie’s paws before doing the exact same thing, freeing her hefty breasts from a top that simply didn’t account for them. Seeing this as an invitation, the barr quickly moved behind the curvy catgirl to maul her tits, smooshing their own boobs to her back. Ryder didn’t appear much different at all, other than a surprisingly tight shirt, but she acted even hornier – if that were even possible. The sergal nearly knocked Duke off his stool when she hopped up onto his lap to shamelessly grind against his bulge.

The other two boys were looking to each other, curiosity and an unexplained horniness overtaking their minds. Worried about growing a pair of boobs he really didn’t want, Flynn removed his shirt too, then breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing his firm body had remained unsoftened. Eddi, on the other paw, was enthralled by his pecs growing before his very eyes, pushing out into an impressive rack that he could not help playing with. The cardinal unzipped to check if his penis remained – which it did – and in the process realised something else was different.

One by one, those tainted by Oro’s potions – including the alchemist himself – reached between their respective legs to find a sensitive mound and slit where none had been previously. They could all sense the cavity past those lower lips, a sort of hollow feeling, leading up to a chamber that desperately yearned, begging for something hot and thick to fill them and quench the wildfire spreading throughout their cores. They needed cock, of which there were now fewer in the room.

The shiba kept his impressive spire of dog-meat, just as Flynn kept his. Owing to the partially shared potion, Hannah mused. The other ‘test subjects’ were now unequivocally female, as every possible test would conclude. The alchemist’s efforts were flawless, reducing exterior genitals into nothing more than puffy slits. Of the nine people in Hannah’s basement, only Duke remained a true man.

Just as intended.

They turned on each other rather quickly, like horny animals injected with aphrodisiacs; Ryder was trying and failing to free Duke’s cock without having the restraint to remove herself from his lap first, Cass ignored all of Clover’s protests with the intent to keep mauling those perfect tits, Nola played with Eddi’s new body just as much as he explored it himself, Oro and Flynn were leaning against a wall and masturbating – not with their cocks, but with their drooling virgin holes. Not in Hannah’s nice, clean bar they wouldn’t. She whistled again and laid a paw upon her expensive wine rack.

“Hey! Keep it in your pants for just a minute,” she said, pressing a thumb down on a concealed point within the wooden rack. Something clicked, then the whirr of gears and whining of a piston vibrated from somewhere behind the solid stone wall.

Not solid, as it turned out; imperceptible seams widened as the wall and the wine rack slid out of place on well-greased tracks. A long hallway, lined with stone blocks one would expect to see in a castle’s secret passageway, but lit with mood lighting straight from a stripper lounge, opened up before them all, baffling just enough for the lust-fiends to actually stop touching each other.

Hannah entered without hesitation, letting her pristine white tail flick with invitation. Just before disappearing behind a velvet curtain, she threw a seductive look over one shoulder and beckoned with an outstretched finger. “Come along, now,” she purred in a tone that promised a good time, so long as her word was obeyed.

Then she vanished, and the cum-brained animals she called her friends followed.

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The realm behind the curtain was a whole other world, far removed from the quaint lodge sitting in a forest of cedar. They emerged into a vast chamber that could only be described as a sex dungeon: padded leather flooring, various shapes of furniture clearly intended for fucking on, a gleaming metal pole in the centre of the room, and just about every sex tool imaginable lining the shelves and wall along one side.

Hannah stripped first, making a show of it; she teased her small top off, letting it hug her bare breasts long enough to build the perfect amount of anticipation before bouncing and wobbling in the most captivating way imaginable. The classic ‘titty drop’. The wolfess tossed the garment to a hamper in the corner – something that would reduce the amount of inevitable cleaning the next morning – then slid her pencil skirt down to reveal crotchless lace panties, black against her white fur. The skirt landed on the edge of the hamper, half hanging like a forgotten memory, as Hannah struck a saucy pose.

“Lose the clothing,” she ordered, quickly followed by her devious grin – the one that made it impossible to know if she was serious or not – “or else it’ll get torn to pieces. Though I suppose it wouldn’t be terrible if you had nothing to wear all week…”

Her insatiably horny friends were already stripping down before she’d finished speaking, eager to escape the cotton confines. Sexual tension hung in the air like the last thread on an old cloth, ready to snap and turn their friendly gathering into a debased orgy. A torrent of clothing joined her own in the hamper as she stepped to the side, looking for the newest addition to her toy collection.

There, an innocuous golden ring, currently open like a singular handcuff, filled with expensive and delicate electronics. She’d bought this only a month ago specifically for this occasion, specifically for Duke. The wolfess took the ring and its remote before sauntering over to her timber wolf counterpart, now naked and hopelessly hiding his erection. Even surrounded by nude friends, the cute thing is embarrassed, she thought, seeing him hold his paws in front of his crotch. She pulled those arms away and slipped the ring on, shutting it with a click right behind his growing knot.

“Wha-“

“Relax, puppy. It’s a surprise tool that will help us… now,” she smirked as she clicked the little remote, causing the golden band to buzz. It was barely any vibration, though it didn’t need to be strong. Duke shuddered as the cockring did its job, forcing him to full hardness and eliminating any possibility of slipping the device off his thick inches. Hannah tossed the remote to the hamper, quickly lost under Ryder’s bra and Nola’s panties as those fell in after.

“Ohh, f-fuck…” he groaned as he grasped his length to start jerking.

“No! Bad boy,” she barked, immediately causing the poor pup to recoil and fold his ears back, “that’s not for you to touch~”

Hannah looked back to the rest of them, pleased to see everyone was either looking to Duke with pleading eyes or already playing with each other. Ryder in particular was rubbing her very slick thighs together, looking at the brown wolf like he was the prey. As much as she wanted to ride the flustered canine like a living dildo, the sergal was his girlfriend.

“You can have first go,” she said, giving Duke an encouraging push in Ryder’s direction, “then it’s my turn.”

For the rest, however, it was already a total free-for-all: Cassie picked up the tanuki – hefted over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes – and brought her to a padded bench for what would undoubtedly be some breeding. There was some concern when Nola struggled and cried out, “Hey, hey! Put me down-!” but there was a safe word established beforehand, and she sure wasn’t using it.

Flynn and Oro were sitting at another bench, side-by-side, still very much ‘cocksexual’ in their preferences. The boys had their hands wrapped around each other’s manly wands, clumsily jerking while they fingered their own vaginas. It looked a bit awkward and desynchronised, like trying to pat your head and rub your belly at the same time. It didn’t matter, they were clearly enjoying themselves, eager to help each other explore.

Hannah turned to see Clover and Eddi on the floor, entangled in a lesbian sixty-nine. The newly minted girls were a feedback loop of arousal; mouths buried in pussy, they were fuelling the other’s lust and breathing hushed moans into the room. She watched those two for a minute, appreciating the hot pussy on pussy action. It was amateurish, of course, but that was part of the charm of two newbies having their ‘first time’ together, wasn’t it?

The air filled with shameless arousal, from moans and grunts to slick holes and fertile scents. Inhibitions broke down as surely as burning paper, flickering away to nothingness until all that remained was unhindered desire. The time for words was coming to an end as they became a pack of horny beasts, acting on instinct and using fuck-me eyes in place of communication. Across the room, she watched Nola getting ‘raped’ by the strong bear, complete with realistic screaming and struggling. Still no safe word.

Upon noticing Duke had bent his girlfriend into a mating press, the wolfess realised she was the only one left out! With a huff, Hannah shifted an armchair – also designed to be fucked on – and took a seat where she had a lounging angle on it all. With legs parted and a paw on her clit, she imagined herself in Ryder’s place, feeling the phantom heavy thrusts and knot slapping. That big, strong wolf pounded her into the floor like he hated her. She wasn’t worried; the potion also made them stretchier, able to take more punishment. Oro assured her of that.

Ryder moaned in whorish ecstasy as the brown wolf tested her limits, immediately knot-fucking her once he was sure she wouldn’t simply snap in half. With the sergal’s legs lifted beside her head in a mating press, there was nothing she could do but hold on while the apex predator rutted away. Each heavy slam shunted her across the floor slightly, only ending when her shoulder kissed the centre pole.

Ryder’s few words came out in stuttering breaths, “A-ah, AH, f-uuuuck Duke!” Her entire body was getting compressed every time he pushed into her, helplessly fucked into the floor with no brakes, not that she’d ever use them. Hannah wasn’t privy to all the goings-on between those two, but it was pretty clear that he could do whatever he wanted and she’d fucking love it. The hottest part was watching her abdomen bulge when his length speared in, then deform when the knot popped, only to go flat again when he pulled out to the tip.

In, out, in, out, multiple times a second. She almost felt sorry for them; Ryder had a vagina for less than five minutes, and now it was ruined for anything less than the stud’s fat dick. Not a problem for her, seeing as it was her boyfriend. Everyone else would probably suffer wolf-cock withdrawal after the week’s end. Not me though, Hannah thought, I’m built for this, and that shy little pup isn’t going to have me clinging to him like one of his ‘pets’.

She went wide-eyed when Ryder started screaming, apparently having her brain reset in visceral climax. The girl practically convulsed under the wolf, who mercilessly kept plapping away through it all. “Poor thing..” she cooed to herself, knowing Duke was trying in vain to breed the girl. She allowed herself another smug grin, knowing he’d only work himself up harder. What kind of orgy would it be if they all had to wait between the main attraction’s refractory periods? No, better to have him fully hard and pent up the whole day so everyone got a taste. Once everyone had had their turn using him – or getting used – she’d go find that remote and disable the device. Until then, she’d promised the rest of her guests a ride with their stud, brakes not included.

Ryder became a twitching, drooling mess on the padded floor, rocking like an inanimate doll under the wolf’s relentless assault. His knot continued to pop in and out, edging his climax but unable to bring him over, thanks to the buzzing little ring. Her eyes were rolled over in her skull, seeing only stars or maybe some divine entity after getting pounded through Dog knows how many orgasms. She wouldn’t be walking for a while.

“Duke!” called out Hannah, finally getting him to stop and turn. She could see the desperation in his green eyes, begging her for release as he gently pushed his knot back into them, inserting it effortlessly into Ryder’s ruined cunt. She tutted to the other wolf, and gestured to the others in her sex dungeon, “Be a good boy and fuck all your friends to climax. Then I’ll think about letting you cum. Maybe~”

Hannah elegantly draped herself over the armchair, tail flagged high in invitation for the approaching man. She threw an enticing look over her shoulder as he lined himself up, doing her best to maintain composure as something very big prodded her entrance. It took a lot not to squeal when she felt her internal organs getting pushed aside as he claimed her. The rumours hadn’t lied; the wolf was packing some serious girth.

She swallowed a deep moan, now understanding exactly why Ryder made all the noises she did; Duke’s dick felt like it was made for her, or maybe her pussy was made for him? If it wasn’t, the brown wolf was going to reshape her tunnel, there was no question about it. Even so, she could tell he was being far gentler than he was with Ryder, blessing her with a moment to breathe after sinking in to the hilt. It was almost too much, but the proud wolfess would never admit as much. She stifled a whimper and wiggled her ass, savouring the twinges of electric pleasure coursing up her body.

Duke’s paws found her waist, then he started thrusting and – fuck, she couldn’t hold it in. His dick was a battering ram against her stoic exterior, pounding the lewd sounds out of her lungs. Just a few gasps when the cracks formed, then unrestrained moans after the wall came down. What the young wolf lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm; he rutted like a feral animal, making her pussy sing while she wailed like a whore. Her pussy accepted him with glee, eager to feel his knot bludgeon her g-spot into oblivion. She left ragged lines in the leather when he forced her to climax, clenching around his meaty shaft as if trying to squeeze the cum out of him.

Nothing filled her womb, of course – that struck her in equal parts irritation and relief. Duke kept going, fruitlessly trying to somehow overcome the cockring. He kept fucking the wolfess, either prolonging her orgasm or making it bleed seamlessly into the next, it was hard to say.

Alas, his constant rutting was becoming too much. Hannah reached behind her, fumbling through overloaded nerves to tap his wrist. Finally, he pulled out and stayed out, leaving her trembling over the chair, thighs drenched but lacking any potent seed. She tried and failed to upright herself to some posture of dignity, instead settling over the leather and sighing, “Good boy…”

He moved on to find his next target, only to bump into Oro and Flynn, waiting impatiently. Without a word, the bird-hybrid dropped to his knees and began to clean his wet shaft, evidently finding the femcum acceptable- as long as it coated a manly cock. The squirming shiba held up his sack to reveal his winking slit behind it, slick with need and demanding an answer.

Oro knew there was no point in fighting it, he was as helpless as the others to overcome the burning desire. In his hubris, he’d designed the initial heat to be insatiable, lingering indefinitely until they were thoroughly bred and carrying someone’s offspring. The dog boy pleaded, “Duke, please, take me. I can’t stand it. Flynn won’t do it, it needs to be you. Please, f-fuck me…”

The wall of toys jostled as the wolf pinned his prey. Oro squirmed in his grasp, supple breasts yielding to adventurous paws. He was helpless to stop the wolf from having his way, nor did he want them to stop, he needed it just as surely as water. With them pressed together like high school lovers, it didn’t take long for Duke’s length to find a home within his virgin slit.

The shiba started just as tight as Ryder had, and like her, quickly took on the shape of Duke’s cock. He was moulded by them, his insides redesigned to perfectly fit around their shaft. The bittersweet fact lay over it all, dripping like tainted honey; none of this would have come to pass if he hadn’t agreed to drug his friends. Now, here he was, being fucked against the wall like an eager whore. It was true, wasn’t it? It didn’t matter if it was the potion’s influence, Oro was an eager whore now, desperate to be knocked up and made into Duke’s bitch.

Meanwhile, Flynn took his rightful place as Duke’s personal ballrest. He nuzzled under those swinging orbs, rejoicing in the sweaty tufts of fur. The bird covered himself in the scent, huffing and licking the wolf’s equipment clean. He watched the knot pop in and out, squelching loudly like a sex piston. His own slit winked in anticipation, parched for some wolf cock of its own, but he’d wait his turn. Like a good birdie.

Oro’s orgasmic barks struck the room like lightning as he came all over the wolf’s fat dick – Flynn narrowly avoided the ensuing wet mess. He needed a thorough cleaning. Kneeling between their legs, he began his worship like some sort of cock-cultist, making sure the musky mess would be wiped off on his face and beak. The unfamiliar tang of femcum was bitter to his senses, but he tolerated it for the masculine meat underneath. Right as he finished the cleaning service, a dark brown paw came down to pet and rub his cheek, accompanied by words as rich as spiced oak, “Good Birdie.” Flynn nuzzled and trilled into the paw.

Oro hadn’t received Duke’s load either, despite his best efforts. His balls were swollen, cock throbbing harder than ever before, as if it were trying to burst through the golden cockring. Oh sure, he probably could have ripped the little thing off, but he was a good boy. Hannah gave him instructions, and he would obey. The madness was setting in though – he had a running joke that if he didn’t drain his balls regularly, he’d become a sexual monster, prone to pouncing and fucking without thought. A real danger to the public, he’d mused. Duke could feel that starting to become true.

Nola was on her back, head hanging over the side of the breeding bench as Cassie used her throat like a fleshlight, swinging musk-laden balls into the tanuki’s face with every meaty plap. Her cunt leaked pearlescent cum, just as the bear’s dripped femcum; the result of their dual climax. Cass was a savage presence looming overhead, both paws wrangled around her neck, treating her throat like a fleshlight and making it bulge to the rhythm of their shaft.

The smaller girl’s fists balled on the fur of Cass’s thighs, for support or to push them off, Duke couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter. With the barr preoccupied, it was easy to stand behind her and slide into that sodden cunt, causing her to gasp, “Ah-! Is that Duke? I was wondering when you’d show up~”

“What’re you doing to the poor girl?” he asked, leaning over a shoulder.

Cass shrugged nonchalantly, “Her cute hole needed to be claimed, and you were taking too long.”

“Well I’m here now, so I’ll be claiming you both,” he replied, giving a few sharp thrusts into the big black bear, “starting with you.”

“Mmm, please~” she growled, pushing back into the wolf.

His paws magnetised to her tits, using them as grips to pound away with. She met him with eager thrusts of her own, making the clap of bear cheeks echo like thunder. This standing-rut served to choke Nola, too; his thrusts transferred through the bear, ramming their herm cock even deeper. Like a pendulum, Cass swung between the two, acting as messenger and instrument to Duke’s movements.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as consciousness flickered in and out, sore and oxygen deprived from constant abuse. She’d been thoroughly used by the bear just moments ago, forced to receive a creampie despite how much she’d shouted and begged. She joked a lot about nonconsent encounters and how thoroughly she enjoyed them, even saying she’d enjoy being taken against her will.

Apparently Cass was willing to call her bluff. Losing total control of the situation was exhilarating, and she played her part well; weak struggling and begging that looked genuine, but on the inside she fucking loved it. She remembered the safe word well, and Cass knew she knew it, even teasing the tanuki to scream the word out loud moments before cumming inside her unprotected womb. Her rapist’s seed brought her to pleasure heights previously achievable.

Their threesome continued on its frantic path, growing faster as they chased their orgasms. He knot-fucked Cass, just as he did the others, using that fat bulb like a hammer against her weak spots. The wolf eventually twitched and throbbed, woefully releasing absolutely nothing as he edged himself yet again. It was enough for them though; Cass’s inner walls milked his pulsing length while she exploded down Nola’s throat. The poor tanuki swallowed as much as they could before coughing violently, forcing the bear to pull free and dump the rest of her load onto their face.

It was too much, being used like this; Nola’s mind was wavering, dancing the edge of euphorically thrilling danger and the risk of going too far. Some part of her undeniably relished the feeling of helplessness – so much so that she came again, ejecting some of the bear’s seed as she squirted. She hacked and coughed, clearing her airways of sticky cum before begging some more, “Please, no more… Let me rest.” The answer was Cassie’s cock being wiped on the few parts of her face that weren’t already stained. She saw the bear’s lecherous grin, and a brown-furred shape coming around to her legs.

“Look at the mess you made, you were supposed to swallow me all,” taunted the bear, slapping their length across Nola’s cheeks. The tanuki’s gaze was faded, unfocused, but the safe word had yet to leave her lips. “Clean me up while he breeds you, little fucktoy~”

“Wh-uh-“

Nola cast her gaze down to Duke, parting her numb legs and lining himself up with her well-used cunt. She immediately squirmed and struggled to close those legs or get away, but her sore muscles could not deny her next abuser. In an attempt to say something like, “no please,” Cass took the opportunity to slide their slick length back in. Ursine meat filled her mouth just as surely as wolf cock filled her pussy, and her instinctive struggles reignited; weak limbs futilely batted at them, as if small sticks could ever dissuade predators from their meal.

As much as she didn’t want to (or maybe she did), Nola groaned with pleasure. Her traitorous body was enjoying its new purpose as a cock receptacle, despite their harsh treatment. She’d lost her autonomy, reduced to nothing but a fleshlight with faltering willpower. They’d break her, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop them.

So, why try..?

She released her last vestige of resistance, a piece of flotsam in the cruel ocean, and sank into the abyss, accepting the despair therein. She went slack, her eyes losing focus and her muscles relaxing to allow the wolf’s length in with ease. Nola had no agency, no rights. Nothing. She was an object to them, like a warm fleshlight. It didn’t matter anymore.

Her tongue lapped at Cass’s shaft with no conscious effort, cleaning it as a good toy should. Hey body rocked back against the wolf’s thrusts, insides politely parting to make room for his knotty member. It was all automatic now; her mind had retreated to someplace where it could pretend Nola was still a person, leaving the tanuki as an animal of instinct.

With silly things like free will off the table, her pseudo-rape was rather enjoyable. One of them said good girl to her, or maybe they were simply talking about her. Had she imagined it? It was hard to tell with her senses reduced to an echo, as if she were a passenger in her own body. She could vaguely tell her paws were caressing the black bear’s wonderful balls, and feel her legs locking around the wolf, as if she wanted him to knock her up

What Nola wanted didn’t matter. She’d be a dirty little hole for the handsome wolf knotting her, and a cumrag for the bear in her throat. The tanuki clenched hard around him, her inner walls thanking him stretching her so well. She came as she kissed Cassie’s sheath, drowning in bear-smell and spit roasted like a pig. Who cares about consent when it feels this good~?

Duke winced as her insides caressed him like a lover, making his denial that much more painful. At least he’d made her cum. His chest always welled with pride whenever he brought someone else to climax. It was a simple thing, being happy that someone else was happy, and as a service top he revelled in that. Still, he was growing restless from the ring’s buzzing, so he moved on, leaving Cass with a thoroughly broken tanuki-shaped fucktoy.

Clover and Eddi, who had often fantasised of having the right parts to be bred, were absolutely enamoured. Never had they imagined anything capable of granting their wishes, like magic they’d only read in stories (primarily smut shared in the discord server). They licked and played with each other, longing for more, yet they had been robbed of just that. Their pussies were moist with need, broadcasting fertility to anyone with a functional nose.

Duke could ignore it no longer. As he considered which to pounce first, a wolfess slid in between them. “If I may~” purred Hannah, finally getting the cats to stop fingering each other. “This one is for you,” she said with the authority of a dominant, caring mother, affixing a collar with a comically large, golden bell around Eddi’s neck. For Clover, she had a collar with a long, leather leash clipped to it. “And this one is for you,” she finished before leaving as quickly as she arrived.

She brushed past Duke, stopping to nuzzle and whisper as she did, “You’re not the only one I bought toys for. I’ll break you if you break these.”

Eddi was mid-playing with her jingly bell when Duke fell upon her, manhandling the tigress into a more appropriate position: all fours.

“H-hey, hold on Duke…”

Everything seemed to be moving too fast for Eddi; one minute he’d been turned into a she, the next she was getting bent over, moments from losing her new virginity! It was far too soon, yet the burning desire in her womb craved nothing less. That’s why, when Duke lifted the base of her tail like a love handle, she offered no resistance. With a jingle of her bell, she cast a glance over her shoulder and mewled, “be gentle, please..”

“Don’t worry, I know how to treat a good kitty,” he replied, petting her flank.

Her whole body shivered. Good kitty. I’m a good kitty, she thought as her mind melted into submission. Eddi had a few dominant bones in her body, but that had been before she lost her dick. The distant desire to be on top was smothered to nothingness, while the heat in her womb rose to a roaring bonfire, fuelled by the onslaught of hormones raging through her system. All other thoughts were shunted aside by indescribable need; I have to spread my legs, I need it, need to have my womb filled.

It was nothing like taking it up the tailhole. It didn’t even compare. Duke’s tapered shaft spreading her velvety walls was pure satisfaction, like lowering into a cool bath to escape the summer air, or the first mouthful of your favourite food. No, nothing did the feeling any justice. Having her new sex filled for the first time was all-consuming bliss, reducing her to a shivering, moaning pet.

He was being gentle, as promised, allowing the tigress to adjust to his size once he was fully hilted- bar the knot. Purrs escaped her throat in hearty rumbles, echoing the pleasure wracking her body and arching her back. The wolf was leaning over, petting her and saying ridiculous things like “good girl” and “you take it so well~”, how could she resist?

Some foolish part of Eddi, perhaps the masculine side that struggled to survive within, thought she could make him work for it, or at least challenge Duke to being on top. They all liked the tease the wolf on the server, but right now she needed it so fucking badly. His honeyed words were basically cheating with the way they melted the tigress into a good, obedient little kitten, mewing and purring in his strong paws. Even now, she could feel a phantom throbbing boner – like a lost limb – from how terribly aroused she was. The feline’s maleness would flicker and fade with every thrust, eroding at her former identity until she was little more than the wolf’s personal cum dump. Eddi bit her lip as her eyes crossed, feeling him pounding her pussy like he already owned it.

Clover had merely been watching enviously before she got yanked forward, the leash’s pull drawing her to fall behind the rutting wolf. Another firm tug brought her underneath, between his legs, where she had an excellent view of his big, swinging balls as they slapped against the tiger’s thighs. It was the perfect position – and perhaps Duke knew that – to receive a heavy blanket of scents. Their smell easily drowned out all else, suffocating her in a sauna of musk. It wafted from his furry sack like an unholy censer, degrading her thoughts down to complete subservience.

Clover propped herself up, just to get closer to the action- who was she kidding. She leaned into those fuzzy orbs, ceasing their pendulum motions with her nuzzles. Just like Flynn, she adored the musk and sweat from a guy like them, and felt right as home using their damp fur tufts as filters for her nose. Pure, masculine scent breezed through, filling her lungs until she forgot the smell of fresh air.

Without further instruction, she worshipped her way up his taint, kissing and licking like it was her purpose. A strong paw found the back of her head and shoved her firmly against his tailhole, confirming that Duke remembered – from their many, many lewd conversations – she enjoyed rimming a good, dominant hole. Plugged in like a charger, she swirled her tongue around their clean donut, eager to serve in such a humiliating way. She felt him shudder at the new, strange sensation, but that paw kept her firmly embedded in his ass, demanding she continue.

The constant jingle-jangle of Eddi’s comical bell attracted much of the attention in the dungeon, putting all eyes on the former male as she got bred. Wolf cock claimed her hole utterly, and now the feline felt incomplete every time he retracted. Eventually the bell’s chime ceased when a particularly hard thrust pushed her forward, shoving her front-down-ass-up for Duke to have his way, leaving her unable to raise herself up and stop him even if she wanted to. As his knot began to push past the event horizon, seeking a future where she would carry his pups, the ensuing stream of dirty talk was what finally finished off Eddi’s male self.

“Rrrff, such a good fucking girl,” he growled, kneading her rump in both paws, “you take me so well. You were born to be a knotslut. A good little kitty whore for me to break in and knock up, huh? You’ll be carrying my litter by tonight, so be a good whore and spread those legs whenever you need a filling…”

The white tiger shivered in climax, the last of her fleeting masculinity fucked into the abyss. The full-body orgasm of a woman was better than she could have ever imagined. The unfiltered delight flowing up and down the feline’s nerves made her life as a man seem like a bad memory. This was better. So, so, so much better. The revelation came with unexpected side effects too, such as a deep craving for more knotty cock, and a surprisingly strong desire to be owned by the brown wolf as he kept whispering good girl, good little kitty slut.

Duke was vibrating with energy now, but moreso a desperation to fuck and cum and breed. He was helpless to contain the emergent feral side, and why would he? This was what they all came here for; to be fucked and bred by a horny wolf, it wasn’t his fault they were riling him up so effectively. The air swam thick with heat scent, the kind that told him there were ripe females to be had, whispering unsubtle seduction to his instincts. That was why he picked Clover up the moment he was free of the tiger’s clenching cunt.

The catgirl had been lost in nuzzling into the big wolf’s ass when she felt herself lift up and fold into a pretzel. With surprising flexibility – even to herself – Clover’s legs raised beside her head, locked in place by strong arms with paws behind her head. Back to his fuzzy chest, head nestled under his, she realised she’d been placed into a full nelson. In the fleeting moments before she was reduced to a moaning slut, she nuzzled under his chin, utterly submissive as he lowered her bare cunt.

“Mmmm, fuck me, fuck me please,” she purred desperately.

In her musk-drunk state, she neglected to ask for gentleness, not that he would have granted it. He dropped her on his tapered shaft, allowing gravity to jam her on half his length before virgin tightness halted them. The catgirl was gritting her teeth when those paws gripped her head and pulled, impaling her the rest of the way, causing her tail to lash with brief pain. After that, the fullness set in, and she looked down to see her pale – usually flat – belly bulging from the inside. The discomfort was merely a drop in the ocean of pleasure rising from her core.

He filled her to her limits with cock, and then some. Each savage bounce saw more of his length sink into that pink hole, gaping her wider to allow yet more in. It was a dream come true for the closet pervert. She could never imagine asking to be taken and fucked like her holes existed to squeeze cum out, so having it done so abruptly was thrilling. As the catgirl bounced in his grasped, she continued pleading for more.

At least, she thought she was. Everyone else heard incoherent mumbling broken by squeals and long, drawn-out moans accompanying each climax he fucked into her. She was like a toy in his paws, slack-limbed and utterly unable to do anything but take it all with a grin she’d describe as “ahegao”. She soaked his sheath and balls with her juices as they sprayed out viscerally, leaving her slack-limbed from back-to-back orgasms. With absolutely no say in the matter, her eager cunt swallowed his knot and hugged it tight, sending her body into spasms until only the whites of her eyes were visible.

One more down, one left to go Duke thought to himself as he dropped Clover – slowly and carefully – on top of Eddi. The tigress curled her arms around them and purred, more than happy to simply lay there and hug a cute girl until her legs regained the ability to walk, or at least hobble. The wolf turned to find the last of his prey ready and waiting.

Like a pit-stop crew, Flynn and Oro were on him again, moving in to clean his cock and balls back to pristine condition. The birdie seemed more than happy to live under his nuts, but Duke knew what they needed; he shoved them to the padded floor, quickly following to pin the trilling avian.

“S-sir?”

“You’ve been such a good Birdie, waiting all this time,” said Duke, parting their legs with surprisingly gentle nudges, “let me return the favour~”

Hannah reappeared beside them, like a benevolent ghost, presenting yet another gift. “You kept dropping hints, so this is your own fault, Flynn,” she giggled, taking the opportunity to place a leather hood over the hybrid while he was pinned. He recognised it immediately, in the seconds before his vision went dark. A falcon hood, designed to fit snugly on a bird’s head and render them down to just four senses. Somehow, losing control and going blind only put Flynn into a deep state of calm, like he didn’t have to worry or think anymore.

His flustered struggles immediately ceased, allowing the wolf to lift up his ocelot legs with ease. He heard – muffled through the hood – Duke talking to someone, and then he felt someone straddling their chest. The touch of a heavy cock, tipped with a metal piercing, informed him it was Oro. Whatever they were doing, he wanted it. No, that wasn’t quite right. As long as it was hot, tasty cocks and musky men, Flynn’s body was considered free use. That was his innermost desire, and in the calming darkness of the falcon hood, that desire was his everything.

“Take me, fill me, please sirs,” he whispered.

Strong paws – Duke’s paws – raised his legs until they touched the shiba’s sides, and then he took his vaginal virginity. He was no stranger to dicks in his ass, of many sizes and shapes, having lived the life of a free use slut in earlier years, which was why he was so surprised at how different it was to be taken in a feminine slit. It was comparing apples and oranges; both delicious in their own, unique ways. A sudden gasp left his beak, and then Oro’s cock entered, filling his cheeks with thick meat. The submissive bird didn’t hesitate to start sucking and licking the dog’s tip, then their shaft as he felt them lean over his head, slowly fucking his mouth.

He sensed Duke leaning forward too, and the shuddering moans above told him Oro was getting eaten out. His feline cunt squelched as it juiced itself on the wolf, coating his crimson shaft with the lube needed to plunge deeper. There was no need to think anymore, just feel and clench. The free use bird went on autopilot, doing his best to pleasure both of the hung men using his holes.

Using, used.

Flynn felt tingles with each passing moment, knowing he was fulfilling his purpose. Their pleasure was his pleasure. Right then, he was just a mindless cockslut eager to please every dick he could get. He wished for nothing more, other than maybe a third to fill his tailhole. He locked around them; arms around Oro’s backside and legs around Duke’s. Not to prevent them from escaping – he doubted anyone would be interested in pulling out tonight – but to take them as deep as possible. He felt their movements grow erratic, and inhaled deeply in preparation.

The first to blow was the cock in his mouth. Flynn experienced his first dual orgasm as the initial rope painted his gullet, causing him to empty his balls all over his belly, where the cat fur met feathers, and his pussy to fill with femcum, flooding the passage as throbbing dick spread it wide. It was better than anything, in all his years. He’d have to thank Oro later for blessing him with a third hole for the boys to use.

Duke tugged himself free, wincing as he was denied yet another creampie. It left his cock aching, oversensitive, and bulging with need. He could feel his hefty nuts getting heavier too, his body going into overdrive for all the breeding he should have done by now. Ryder was going to get the creampie of her fucking life when he was freed of his torment. The brown wolf licked his lips, tasting Oro’s femcum as he glanced around to find the wolfess. She was there on the armchair, watching and grinning in her devious way.

He stumbled towards her, giving Hannah his best puppy eyes over a thinly veiled ravenous lust. Duke whimpered, “please, can it come off now?”

Over the ragged moans of the sex dungeon, she could still hear it buzzing away, and was faintly impressed by its battery life. The poor wolf looked to be on the edge of his sanity, hunched over and half-snarling like the werewolf in every teenage girl’s fantasy. She tilted her head in empathy for the pent-up canine, yet she needed one more favour. Hannah met him halfway and cooed, “soon, my goodest boy. I want you to fuck one more orgasm out of me.. Pretty please~?”

Despite it all, Hannah still wasn’t sure about the whole pregnancy thing. Yes, it was a breeding party. Yes, everyone single other person was going to get knocked up. But this was her house damnit, her idea, and she was in charge. Just one more teensy, mind-shattering climax around that fat wolf dick and then she’d sit back and watch the carnage. Maybe she’d change her mind on one of the following days, just not now - she just wasn’t quite sure she wanted to be a mother yet.

Like a good, obedient puppy, he fell back when she pushed him down, allowing himself to be her warm dildo if it meant he could cum afterwards. She could feel he was tense, see him breathing hard, and knew he might just cum the moment the cockring came off. With a shrug, she mounted his glorious crimson spire. Not my problem.

Duke really was just the best living dildo. His dick was alive with vitality, surging and pulsing with veins that rubbed her insides perfectly. She felt him throb and she clenched in return, milking the brown wolf for all his worth, Well, except for the contents of his balls of course. It was tempting to feel that too, given Hannah was also in heat. With all the different scents swirling around in the dungeon, she wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t realised just how fertile she was! Battling that temptation was easy for her, being a proud, snow-white wolfess. As if I’d succumb to mere urges like the rest, pah!

To add insult to injury, she gathered a bit of her arousal and smeared it across the stud’s nose. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated, but she just giggled, unaware of the consequences of all her teasing. She bounced, he throbbed, and the little golden ring creaked. It fit a little too snugly when she’d put it on, and now it was struggling to hold itself together, like brickwork pried apart by slow but determined plant life. While Hannah was enjoying the feeling of his knot half-entering her, the ring strained around his burgeoning base. Barely audible over the wet, sloppy slapping of dick entering her drooling cunt, a small ‘tink’ signified the cockring popping off, followed by its dutiful vibration coming to a lazy end on the padded floor.

Hannah hadn’t noticed, but Duke certainly fucking did. He was beyond feral at that point, and would have been a considerable threat to anyone that looked half-breedable. Luckily for him, he had a room full of willing females to breed, and better yet he was currently inside one. Matters of consent and consideration were a distant memory, fleeting in the tides of frenzied lust surging through his, now, unhindered cock.

Everybody stopped and stared when he suddenly flipped on Hannah with a roar, pinning her to the floor and pounding her pussy with worrying ferocity. Scrambling in outrage, trying to assert her authority over a wild animal that clearly didn’t understand or care, she batted his arms and tried to wriggle away with no success, eventually succumbing to the same climax overload everyone else had. With every fresh breath fucked out of her, she struggled to form the words, “S-stop, Duke. Stop! I-I came, I’ll take it off, go f-fuck someone else-!”

Then her eyes caught a glint on the floor. A golden band, shattered and still, but most importantly not on the wolf fucking her brains out. Hannah experienced a moment of discord as she realised all her plans and plotting had led to this point, and with the tables suddenly turned it would amount to her getting bred, just as Oro’s plan had been foiled. But she’d be lying if she said it didn’t feel fucking fantastic. Her horny, heat-afflicted mind compromised that yes, getting fuck this good was worth however many babies he pumped into her.

In frustration more than anything, she groaned, “nooo you bad dog, now how am I gonna tease you?!” His knot popped in, then left just as quickly as it arrived, heralding the start of her knot-fucking orgasm. Though it was a little hard to be mad during an explosive climax, she huffed at him with rosy cheeks, “y-you’re gonna get me pregnant, dork… Mmmrf~”

Future be damned, she really wanted to feel him fill her with pups. And it’s not like she could stop him anyway – it was a wonder how he hadn’t cum already. Why fight it? Hannah’s limbs struggled to rise under the constant assault to close around his back, embracing her future as a mother. It never felt so good to lose.

“A-ah, cum in me. Fucking breed me..!”

And breed her he did, fucking a creampie – with extra cream – into her thirsty womb. He never stopped, never hilted himself, just kept fuck-slamming the pretty wolfess into the floor, pushing his cum in deep enough to reach her ovaries and make a veritable puddle of steaming jizz beneath them. He kept going and going, basically using her body to get himself off. Somehow, it wasn’t enough. Not even a little bit.

The constant edging and vibrating had pushed his production into overdrive. His heavy balls were producing as fast as they emptied, and his shaft throbbed with no less intensity after he unsheathed it from the other wolf. Duke sniffed the air like a beast, all thought and reason overwhelmed by the heat-scents that demanded an answer. A latent spurt dribbled from his tip, only to be caught in the eager mouth of a dog.

Duke finally noticed the congregation around him; two cats lapping at the remnant cum puddle like it was milk, and the dog – Oro, he distantly recalled – eagerly slurping on his tip. But he wasn’t in the mood for that. He picked up the shiba by the waist, surprising them enough to yelp, then rutted to his heart’s content, quickly turning their tender cunt into a ruined fuck-hole.

The dog was saying something, begging for mercy, or more likely begging for more. He heard the words yet failed to process them, acting purely on his own desires. They were prey to him – breeding bitches and warm holes to bury his knot in. Duke growled as he came, breeding Oro just as he bred Hannah – constant, sloppy knot-fucking that forced cum everywhere, especially the shiba’s fertile womb.

Another bitch bred and still no relief, ironically mirroring his initial round of fucking everyone. After unceremoniously dropping the shiba to the soft floor, he knelt behind a white tigress. Eddi was easily manhandled, since her legs had yet to fully recover from the last time, and a moment later she was being fucked on her side, bell jingling to his rutting rhythm. Duke was still cumming when he entered her, and immediately she recognised the feeling of being inseminated. Even the leftovers of the highly virile breeder were enough to satiate her heat and send her into satisfying spasms. That wasn’t enough for Duke, though – he needed to be sure this kitty slut was carrying his litter.

His grip was savage, and his thrusts brutal, promising no escape from a womb full of wolf swimmers. Eddi didn’t seem to mind too much, since he offered not a single iota of resistance. Something clicked for Duke in that moment – back to back relief had brought a fraction of his personality back, and he remembered what the white tiger enjoyed most. He leaned in to paw the big bell, and growl-snarled into a rounded ear, “your womb is mine, little kitten. Be a good whore and take it-!”

Eddi immediately shuddered and came again, succumbing to the dirty words as much as the knot plugging her pussy. A fresh load of thick wolf seed filled her tunnel, her womb, the adjoining chambers, everything until it had nowhere to go but back out. Pressurised jets of cum sprayed from where they joined, until eventually he pulled free, allowing her cum-bulging belly to turn into a pearlescent river. As she lay blissfully defeated, he added, “such a good girl. You’ll look so good swelling with my pups~”

A touch at his side earned Ryder his full attention. The sergal was standing on shaky legs, rubbing her needy cunt on his thigh and leaving a smear of heat-scent. Duke’s pupils dilated as he inhaled, locking in the smell of his next victim. Prey, he thought, battling with the insane urge to bite down her neck. He couldn’t do that, he loved this one, and she deserved a belly full of pups more than any. With a dominant growl, he pushed her to all fours and sheathed himself in one smooth motion – her already gaped hole provided no resistance.

Breeding Ryder felt natural, like she was made to take wolf dick. The sex dungeon resounded to the slap of their hips, sounding like a unholy union of meaty, creamy macaroni. At the feeling of his impending climax, instincts made a surprising resurgence; Duke leaned over his girl to bite onto her throat. Not enough to hurt her, at least not badly. He tasted blood on his lips as he bred her, giving Ryder the same bloated belly he’d given Eddi. He panted with exertion, finally feeling the strain of fucking a dozen times in quick succession, though he’d ride the adrenaline until the job was done.

As he pulled free, Cassie helpfully placed a pillow under Ryder’s rump, and in doing so, the bear became his next target. She was probably the only one who could stop Duke in his breeding frenzy, but why would she? The curvy barr fell easily when he pushed her down, legs opening like a flower. Her horny gaze rivalled his own, and a challenge graced his ears, “fuck me hard, wolfboy. Make me feel it next week~”

“Gladly,” he snarled, sinking into her flesh and folds. He was starting to feel better now, more sentient with every load drained out of him. As a tits lover, he couldn’t ignore those pillowy breasts. He proceeded to grope and lick her rosy nipples, doing so clumsily thanks to his blurred hips. She welcomed all of it, embracing her role as a puppy factory for the canine stud. Thick bear durability had him going all out on her, pounding hard enough to break any of the others as he reached climax. He continued slamming tip-to-base throughout the entire duration of his sticky load, it felt like the right thing to do, oversensitivity be damned.

Cass hummed with glee upon feeling that liquid warmth filling her tunnels, fucked deeper by an energetic stud. She continued to lay there, sprawled out in the midst of post coital buzz while the wolf moved on, seeking the two remaining wombs still devoid of his swimmers.

Flynn was kneeling in the middle of the sex dungeon, still hooded and obediently waiting for the next person to use him. Apparently Clover thought that was an excellent idea, for she knelt beside him. Both were excellent cumrags, but only one could be bred at a time. He looked between the two and was reminded of the tongue that graced his tailhole earlier. It was the bird’s turn, he decided.

“Birdie, lean forward,” he commanded.

Flynn obeyed unquestioningly, tilted as far as balance would allow him. After a bit of awkward positioning, the wolf pulled them under his tail, sticking the hybrid’s beak where the sweat and musk had gathered. They immediately got to work, licking and nuzzling just as fervently as Clover had. A shiver ran through the wolf – he still wasn’t quite used to feeling a tongue back there. Anyway, back to business.

While the bird ate his ass, Clover was pinned underneath and getting filled up with dog dick again. She squirmed and gasped, clinging to his furry shoulders and devouring his cock with a welcoming pussy. He quickly picked up speed and strength until the bird had to hold onto his thighs for support. While they rimmed his tailhole like it was dessert, Duke fucked a litter into the catgirl below.

He squeezed her breasts and ran his tongue over the nipples, enjoying the cute noises it drew from her lips. He kissed her too. Not sure why, it simply felt right in the moment. His long muzzle and broad tongue made a slobbery mess on her comparatively flat human face, then inside it too. Clover did her best to kiss back, but it was a knife in a sword fight. She ended up choking on that canine tongue while her inner walls milked him. He claimed her fully this time, cream and all. It filled her womb nicely, though not so excessively like the others – a sign his rampage was nearing its end.

Duke was wasn’t really losing his momentum, he was just returning to his default, and regaining his mind. He felt pretty normal after pulling out of Clover, leaving her cute petals a gaping, cummy hole. Not normal enough to leave without breeding his favourite Birdie though.

“That’s enough,” he murred, rounding on them with his stubbornly erect cock, “your turn~”

“Yes sir,” they chirped, quickly turning and presenting themself.

“Good Birdie.”

The hybrid’s pussy eagerly swallowed his length, and caressed him with warm, silken walls. He was gentler now, fucking small ‘chirps’ out of Flynn instead of whorish moans. As he fucked the last few of his ‘pets’, Duke looked out across the sex dungeon, surveying the damage he’d done for the first time. It was reminiscent of a warzone; his injured friends limped away, not to fatal wounds but to jelly-legs and sore pelvises. Many leaked strings of white from sticky wounds as they moved, some retrieved their clothing or found a towel to stop them from dripping all over the place, others couldn’t be bothered and left a trail as they returned to the lodge (earning a growl from Hannah). Something fell from the clothing hamper as Ryder fumbled to pick up her bra.

Ah, the remote.

Duke flinched upon feeling a wetness grace the cleft of his balls and looked back to see Clover had crawled her way over to revel in his musk again. He gave her a scritch behind one ear then turned his attention back to Flynn. The free use slut needed a good breeding too, so he’d give him the attention he deserved. Hitting his second wind, he fucked the cardinal hard enough to get a few stragglers to linger and watch, making them wonder when they’d get another round with the stud.

Flynn made an interesting birdcall when they came, painting the floor below white and juicing all over his thick shaft. The feeling of his knot, followed by virile wolf cum seeding their eggs made the bird collapse on weak limbs, half-held up by their tie. Clover lay underneath, huffing his fat nuts as they contracted, then made a giddy, giggling noise and squirmed on the ground like she’d been fed catnip.

Nearly everyone had left by then. Even Nola was starting to come to, roused from her dissociative state by a lack of dicks in her body. Ah, he’d nearly forgotten Nola. Unfortunately for her, she was the last one left. Still, Duke needed a minute now that he’d cum… several times in a row. The wolf let out a deep, satisfied sigh. The unappealing thoughts of consequences and child support lingered at the fringes of his mind (which he shoved further away), and considerations of the whole situation being some kind of entrapment.

Eventually Flynn pulled himself free and left with Clover, leaving the hood hanging from a dildo stuck to the wall. It was finally quiet in the chamber, though the pungent aroma of sex in all its forms remained thick enough to swim through. Mostly my fault, he thought with a blush. A sharp inhale split the silence, coming from the tanuki picking herself up out of a flytrap of cum. Duke raised an eyebrow; all of that came from Cass.

“Wh- a-are we done..?” she mumbled, eyes still glazed and unfocused.

He shook his head, trying to conceal a villainous grin as he approached, “not quite.”

“…But,” she started, gesturing to the puddle before a strong paw gripped her arm.

“None of that is mine. Yet.”

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A few hours later, after the rest had cleaned up, showered, and recovered from their soreness, Duke joined them with Nola firmly knotted and tied to him with various leather straps, like a cock warmer he wore as a mere accessory. The tanuki was completely ruined; cum matted every inch of her fur, leaked from every orifice, and spilled around her ruined, knotted cunt as he pumped yet another load in her, making the girl look a few months pregnant already. Hannah made an extremely displeased groan as she reached for a tissue box, “not on the fucking carpet!”

A week later, Duke lost count of how many times he’d cum in each of his friends. They fucked in the sex dungeons, in their rooms, in the den, the shower, behind the bar, and even on the precious carpet (Hannah couldn’t complain when it was her getting fucked on it). It would truly take some divine miracle for Duke not to be the father of eight different litters, and that reality hadn’t truly sunk in yet. He still had a few more hours before he needed to make his way to the airport – that meant a few more creampies for everyone.

A month later, back in his humble home, life went more or less back to normal. Not having an eager pussy to ride his cock around every corner required some adjustment – and an online order for a fleshlight. The discord server rioted for a few days, demanding pictures and videos of their exploits. They leaked a few every now and then, just to get people riled up, but after a month it had all blown over. Life was back to normal.

The situation in the DMs, however, was vastly hornier. Who knew that fucking all your friends would make you all much, much closer? Never had Duke taken so many nudes in his life, or felt so carnally desired. Especially Hannah, whom he had very limited interactions with. Even after fucking her on every single piece of furniture in her lodge, they still solely used text chat.

One evening, his phone buzzed; a discord message from the wolfess herself. He always read things in a voice he’d come up with for people, based on their personality. Getting to hear an internet friend and learn their voice was better though, thus he read the text in the white wolf’s voice: “Has it been delivered? >:3c”

He imagined the emoji being voiced by her too, as a sort of excited and cute noise. However, he had no idea what she was talking about. Duke typed back, “Has what been delivered..? o.o” and waited. Five, ten, twenty minutes. She didn’t show as online, though she never did. Wait, is she talking about the fleshlight? I didn’t tell anyone about that. Duke checked the door, and sure enough there was a nondescript brown carton. A little smaller than he expected. The wolf quickly brought it into his bedroom and cut the tape, eager to get some relief from something other than his paw. He upended the box, spilling packing peanuts and… some plastic sticks?

No fleshlight. Only several… Pregnancy tests.

He picked one up and turned it over in his claw. It didn’t take a genius to discern what the solid little stripes meant. Positive. And it had a tiny, cute sticker of his girlfriend’s face. He gathered the rest of them, eight in total, each bearing double strips and a sticker for each of his friends’ faces. Slowly but surely, the consequences of his actions caught up to him. He wore the realisation like a bittersweet mask, framed by drooping ears.

“Aw, fuck.”