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My wife likes to take risks. She's an adrenaline junky, for sure. Skydiving, bungee jumping, rock-climbing...if there's a risk, she'll take it. If you have to have a vice, I guess that's the one to have. Me? I have a vice myself, but it's none of those. It's gambling. I'm a card-shark, to the point where I'd say half of my income comes from poker and blackjack. It's not a small income, either. My name's known on a national level, if you're in that scene, but that's not the issue. I love all types of gambling, even the ones I'm not good at.

My dear wife, Aimee, has told me over and over again to stick to what I'm good at. She knows I have a problem, but since I've helped fund so many of her trips to so many places, she doesn't really push me too hard, unless I start causing problems. She's threatened to leave me a couple of times, but usually once I get my win streaks back, she calms down about it. Honestly, having a woman that beautiful threaten to leave you will motivate a man to lift a house, if it comes down to it.

And I do mean beautiful. Aimee's a knockout. Reddish hair, wavy, usually braided down to her butt. Beautiful green eyes, 5'5, and a perfect hourglass figure. Her tits...god, I could just push my face into those things and die a happy man. Full, round, just heavy enough to bounce when she walks. Hips that cut a curve like a Ferrari, and a nice round butt from all of that running and hiking that you just want to bite sometimes. She doesn't tan much, but she has freckles all across her nose and her shoulders from the sun, and I just find them so endearing. She's also a soft-hearted angel sometimes. Loves getting involved with charity cases, and she's been in more than a few marches for morph civil rights. I know she hangs out with a lot of them, volunteers with a few organizations, that kind of thing. Real sweetheart.

Me, I'm no slouch, but I'm also nothing special. I'm not fat, but I still have people asking me how I managed to bag such a beauty, if that gives you an idea. Money, I'm guessing. Women like to say they don't care about it, but it really does matter. The more you have, the more you can get away with, and the higher you can punch above your weight. And if you saw Aimee and me together, you'd know exactly how high I punch. As for her volunteering, she's tried to get me to go a few times, but me and morphs don't usually get along real well. Different worlds, different views. I have myself to worry about, and they have their own shit to deal with. Plus, I don't trust 'em. Most of 'em are into the crime or gang life, and the ones that aren't are usually gypsies and thieves, to my eyes.

But, this isn't really about me. This is about how I wound up with a bad hand of cards in so many ways, and about paying debts. And the one kind of debt you always have to pay is a gambling debt. The first and biggest rule you need to always adhere to is: Never put up anything you can't afford to lose. The second rule is that you should never bluff a species that you can't read.

See, us humans? We don't usually have a problem reading each other with a little training. And as much as I play, I'm pretty good at calling bluffs and reading tells. But the morphs? There are so many different kinds, and they all have their own tells. You don't usually see them in high-stakes poker, because most morphs are dirt-fucking-poor, and wouldn't dare risk what they have on chance. Not only is not in their nature, but it's just a bad idea. Hence the first rule. Why are they poor? Well, I mean, socio-economically speaking, they got the short end of the stick. Ever since we made 'em, they've been basically second class citizens. You'd think we'd have more sympathy for something we made from ourselves, but...nope. Not really. Humans are dirtbags, and I'm one of 'em. Morphs steal, they cheat, they lie. Fuckers like to snag anything that isn't nailed down and sell it later. Drugs, guns, sex-trafficking, pretty much any lowlife activity you can think of, there's a morph involved somewhere in there.

Now, that second rule is important. Especially in poker. There are only a few high-stakes tournaments held per year, so if I need a little more money for something, I go underground. I make a couple of calls, bring some cash from the bank, and I clean the tables at every mob-sponsored poker tournament in their clubs around the country. It's illegal as hell, but it's lucrative. And it's not taxed, which is nice. You'd think with me being a national name, that I'd be tracked down for wiping the mob out, but that's not how it works. They make most of their money just operating the venue, they don't play the game. You tip your dealer out really well, that money goes to them. You buy drinks, that money goes to them. Your hotel room cost goes to them, because you stay in their hotels for the tournament. The cover charge goes to them. The tournament entry fee goes to them. Believe me, they make their money, and when word comes out that a nationally-ranked player is coming to their establishment, people jump to sign up, and buy rooms, and enter that tournament just to pit themselves against someone on my level, so they fucking LOVE me.

Well, most of them love me. The lower end grunts are usually morphs. The muscle, the hustlers, the dealers. Those guys don't usually like me, because I have a nice suit and a nice car, and it pisses them off. Normally, I just brush it off, because fuck them. But this last tournament...

Okay, so, here's the story. I need some more money, because Aimee wants to go to Patagonia and ride the rapids or something. She knows that I'm going to have to jump into illegal gambling to do it, but that doesn't really phase her, because the risk is pretty low of anything happening to me. She always asks, though... Considerate girl, s'why I love her. So I make those calls, find a tournament opening in Philly in two weeks, and get a couple of plane tickets for us. She likes to come with me, and enjoy all the glitz and glamour of some of these places. The venue in Philly is at a hotel, and it's a NICE one. I can never pronounce the name, right, with it being French and all, but it's classy as fuck. Pay my entry fee over the wire, book the room, and then make sure everything is in order here for us to be gone for a few days. All of this takes a couple hours at most, so Aimee spends most of the next two weeks planning her trip. I don't mind, because she brings back the best pictures.

Two weeks later, we're in Philadelphia, goggling around at the inside of this hotel. Marble and gold and polished brass and ancient oak. Place looks like a palace, I swear. Get to our room, get unpacked, and we go to dinner. The usual stuff you do when you're in a nice place with your girl, right? We get drunk, we fool around for a while, and then we get some sleep. I'm gonna have a busy day tomorrow fleecing everyone out of their money.

So the tournament day comes, and I'm up and dressed and ready to rock before Aimee's even awake. My usual pre-game ritual is doing card-tossing, trying to hit these little index cars across the room with a flick of the wrist. I'm pretty accurate with it, too, but it's just relaxing. Lets my mind focus on something and keeps me from starting to worry about the games. By the time she's up and ready, it's nearly time to head down to the game room. I remember she gave me a kiss for luck, and everyone's eyes about popped out of their heads when they saw her waltz into the room in this tight little blue dress that I love so much. She likes to hang out and watch, which is just fine by me, because most of these morons are too busy staring at her to focus on the game properly. The morphs around the edge of the room, especially. Animals, all of 'em, just eyefucking the shit out of her.

First round, done, and I'm up 10 grand. I stood up, shook hands, and gave half of my chips to the concierge so he could change them over and store 'em in the vault. Some idle chit-chat, bullshitting with some guys I knew from other back-alley games. One guy I knew from the circuit, but we tried not to talk to each other. Just safer if you don't confirm that you were doing something you weren't supposed to. Too easy to use as leverage in a game. I do remember that this one fucking morph, a fox-lookin' bastard, tried to chat me up and invite me to a game, and I told him that I wasn't interested. He kept pestering me to come play a hand or three with his buddies, and I just flat out told him that he wasn't on my level, and it wasn't worth my time. He looked pretty pissed, but whatever. Don't reach for a star if you're not ready to get burned.

Second round comes up, and it's just brutal. Planted tells, bullshit, and bluffs everywhere. Not the first time I've played against actors, but jesus, some of these guys deserved Oscars. Still cleaned house with everyone, and made it to the last hand with everything. Just from that round alone, I was up another 20K, so I split it, had the concierge put half of it in the safe, and carried the rest. That fox-guy came back, and asked again about us joining his game. Just for fun, he said. He said something about how none of the other morphs had a chance to play against someone at my level, and they all wanted to see how good I really was. I told him to tell his buddies to watch the game instead of trying to lose all their money to me, and they'd see how good I am. He flattened his ears at me, clicked his tongue, and walked off again. Guy couldn't take a hint.

Couple more rounds go by, a lot more money comes rolling in, and that fox keeps trying to get me to play his game. Just won't take no for an answer. At this point, I'm about to lose my shit at him, but Aimee comes up behind me and kisses me on the cheek with a smile.

"Honey, it's just a game. Why don't you go play with them when the tournament's over. Doesn't have to be high-stakes. Be a saint." she purred at me, and I felt myself melt a little. She always did that to me, didn't matter what I felt like.

"Honey, you ask it, I'll do it." I said, and kissed her nose. "Allright, buddy, after the tournament's over, I'll play a game with you and your friends, but you're going to lose whatever you put up. Keep it low stakes." The fox's tail started whipping around, grinning from ear to ear. "Hell yeah! Thanks, man! The guys are gonna be so fuckin' happy to hear it." he laughed, and jogged off towards a knot of morphs in the corner.

Aimee smiled at me and laid her cheek on my shoulder. "See? You made his day, and all it took was playing a game you like to play anyway." I just rolled my eyes. "Sugar," I said. "You have to be careful with them. Morphs are some tricky fuckers. I'd put money on it that they're gonna try to cheat somehow."

She scoffed and gave me a gentle thump to the chest. "Don't be so distrustful. Did you see how happy he was? C'mon, that's worth something. He gets a great story to tell, how he got to sit down at a table with you, even if he lost his shirt."

I snorted. "Honey, his shirt ain't worth one of my cards." I drawled, but kissed her anyway. "Last round is gonna start soon. I love you." I said, and she beamed at me in a way that could light up a moonless night. "Good luck, babe. Knock 'em dead."

Last round, winner take all, and I was feeling awesome. The best players in the tournament were here with me, and I was about to mow them down. It only took 18 hands to do it, too. Big bets, good face, and a few monster bluffs, and I was standing at the top of the pile. That moment when you know you've won, and nobody else is standing is the best feeling on earth, I tell you. I never drink, but I did have a glass of champagne after that one, because I was now sitting on almost 100 grand of no-tax, all take-home money. The dealer got himself a proper 10K cut, the hotel staff each got a hundo pushed into their hands, and me and Aimee painted the town red that night, with her telling me all about Patagonia, and what she was going to do there for two weeks.

By the time we got back to our hotel, I'd forgotten all about my promise to play the morphs, so the sight of him sitting on the couch in the lobby, looking at me expectantly with his tail twitching caught me by surprise. "Still coming to play?" he asked, blatantly looking my wife up and down with a slight lift of his lip. I sighed and rubbed my nose. I did make a promise, and you keep your word in this world, so I nodded and kissed Aimee on the cheek. "I'm gonna go run this table real fast, and I'll be up later."

Aimee grabbed me by the shoulder and shook her head. "Nuh uh! I'm gonna watch this! I love watching you work!" she said, giving me a defiant look. I lifted an eyebrow, shrugged and smiled. "Allright then! Lead the way, buddy!" I said, and the fox stood up, waved for us to follow him, and led us back through a service entrance to a bunch of smaller rooms that the hotel supposedly used for storage. One of them had the smell of cigarettes, a little booze, and the sound of laughter coming from it, and sure enough, I walked in on something like the painting of dogs playing poker, except it wasn't all dogs.

Our "host" whistled, and introduced me, then went around the table and pointed everyone out. I saw this huge brown-and-white horse in a button-up named Jeb, and a German Shephard named Drum who looked like he used to be one of the military morphs, just based on how damn strong he looked. The fox's name, which he gave me last, was Remy, and he went on about how happy he was that we'd joined him and his buddies. They didn't get to play against real pro's, or even really good amateurs, since nobody played with morphs. I held my tongue about the whys of that one, but he pulled a seat out for me, and offered a padded bench for Aimee to watch from.

Aimee kissed me on the cheek again, patted my shoulder, and purred a little "Good Luck" in my ear, our usual ritual, and then the cards were getting cut. I was suspicious as hell, of course, and watched closely, but the deal seemed to be clean. Huh. Maybe they really were just in it for the game. Maybe I was too suspicious. After the first hand went cleanly to me, I relaxed a little bit. They were funny guys, telling stories about the crap that happened at the hotel on a regular basis. Turns out, they all lived and worked there, and only Remy had any connection to the mob that owned the place. Stories about celebrities, politicians, crazy rich guests who did some truly incomprehendible shit had me laughing like I wasn't playing a game against a bunch of morphs who were surely out to screw me over, right?

Three or four hands in, suddenly...my luck started to change. I'd get a solid hand, and then a slightly better one started showing up. Usually, when you're getting fleeced, and you bluff, nobody even reacts to it, because they know they've got you beat. But I was seeing ears back and worried looks that got covered up quickly. Nah, this was just luck. Sometimes it turned. I'd play through it. Another hand, and another, and the cash I'd brought was dropping off quickly, with Aimee looking worried as hell. Of course, I'd left most of my winnings in the vault, but what I was losing wasn't exactly pocket change, either, and I was getting mad. No way was I going to lose to a bunch of morphs! No fucking way!

And then, with the last of the money I had on me, I played another hand. And lost it right out of the gate. I was fuming, gritting my teeth and trying to keep calm. They had to have cheated, right? I watched them shuffle and deal, but I hadn't seen anything amiss. No sleight of hand, nothing like that. And then Remy just had to pipe up. "Even pros have bad days. No worries. So, you got anything else to bet, or are we on your level now?"

I opened my mouth to snap at him, and then Aimee piped up from the couch. "Me. He'll play another hand, and if you win, I'll strip down." she said, and my head whipped around in shock. She just grinned at me and mouthed a "You've got this" in my direction. "Do we have a deal?"

Remy grinned hugely, his ears perked, as did every other morph at the table. "Mmm...I don't know. I've got the internet, and naked human women, even gorgeous ones like you, that's not worth a dry hand." he said, resting his chin on his hand and looking at me. "Hey, I know! How about we cut a deal? We'll play you three hands, front you some of your cash back. You win all three, we'll give you all of your cash back, no strings. Win two out of three, and we'll let you keep whatever you have at the end, just for being a good sport, but we get to see your wife naked." he chuckled. "You LOSE two out of three, we get your wife for 20 minutes, but we won't fuck her. You lose all three...well, you know your wife's ovulating, right? We'll all take care of that for you."

See, this is important, because A: I had a vasectomy a couple years back, because neither Aimee nor I wanted kids at the time. Lately, she'd been questioning if it was the best idea, after all. Baby fever always gets 'em, but she usually talked herself out of it. B: Morphs have got really good noses, and the fuckers tend to have a LOT of kids. C: Remember when I mentioned how they were made from human stock? That comes into play here, because they can actually knock up or get knocked up by bone-standard humans. The kids always look just like a morph, though. Something about gene templating or something. I'm not a scientist, I just know that there's always some poor low-income woman with a puppy in a stroller and a swollen belly in every ghetto in the country.

I slammed my hands down on the table and stood up, getting ready to knock the fox's block off, but Aimee came up behind me and pushed on my shoulders to get me to sit back down. "Calm down. Breathe. They're not gonna do that." she said, and I shuddered in relief. "Because you're gonna win. We need that money back." I stared up at her in shock. "The fuck do we need it for? It was like 15 grand! I can make that back in no time!" And then she looked me in the eyes and sighed. "Because I want kids. IVF is pricey, and I want YOUR kids, and I want them soon. You went and got snipped without even talking to me, and you cheated me out of that. So you're going to win that money back, and I can have a kid with your eyes and smile." she purred in my ear, and somehow made it sound like a threat.

"And there's no guarantees in this life. That's what you told me, so there's no guarantee that you get another tournament in time." she said. "Of course, you lose, and you'll have a problem. Not me, because I think Remy's actually kind of cute, and I love morph babies, but you're gonna have to explain it to people."

I stared, openmouthed, at my wife as she laid it out for me. "Wait, so...if I lose all three hands, you're gonna let them get you pregnant?!" I yelped, and she nodded with a tight smile. "I told you six months ago that I was regretting not being able to have kids with you. Six months, and you never asked me any further. I'm not getting any younger, babe. And I'd really love to have your kids, but morph kids are adorable, and I feel like it's my duty to help them. Everywhere I go, they help me without hesitation. And we treat them like garbage."

"But...If I don't play? If I walk away?" I asked, and she shook her head. "Honey, the only way I don't leave this room pregnant is if you win at least one hand." she purred softly. "I know you play better when the stakes are higher. Lose, and your kid is gonna have a tail."

"...I could divorce you." I said, biting my lip. Total bluff. She had me wrapped around her finger from the first night we met. I'd never meet anyone like her again, but could I still be with her with some morph pup growing in her belly? ...Honestly, compared to living without her...Yes, I could handle that. In a choice between her and leaving, she won. Even now. And she knew it.

"Babe, don't lie to me. You know you won't. You don't have that bone in your body. So make sure you win, or I'll have theirs in mine." she husked, and squeezed my crotch. The surprising part of that was that I was half-hard. The fuck was wrong with me?! Remy was grinning, right along with the rest of them. Fuck, this was a shitshow. I knew I should never have played with these fucks. Goddamn devil woman...but I'd never meet another one like her. Sure, I could land a gorgeous girl anywhere, but they were all gold-diggers and psychos.

And I AM a gambler. The stakes were as high as I could imagine. Money was one thing, money came and went, but this was something real...something thrilling, if I could be honest with myself for five seconds. The thought of that risk was a level I'd never played at before. I win this, and I'm a god among men, and I'd get to put these cocky fuckers in their place.

"Fine...bet's on." I grumbled, feeling oddly confident. Hell of a time for a losing streak. I'd swear she planned this, if she could plan for luck. Remy grinned and dealt another hand out. I settled back in my chair and set my jaw, trying to get my poker face on properly. They wouldn't beat me... I was a nationally fucking ranked player. They were hotel employees. I was going to win, and then I was going to fuck the absolute life out of Aimee for being a manipulative little bitch...

Three hands later, my wife's long, beautiful legs were straddling Remy's hips while I knelt down by the bench, held there by Jeb's heavy hand, right at eye level with that bouncing, twitching spike of fox cock, forced to contemplate how the angry red of it clashed with the soft pink of my wife's flushed, glistening pussylips while brushing against it. All three hands were a bust, and I nearly left before the festivities started, but I just couldn't make myself leave the room when my wife was about to get fucked...no...bred by these animals. So I had agreed to do whatever they said, just so I could stay in the room.

"Oof, he's a thick one, isn't he, honey?" Aimee asked me, and I could only bite my lip and try not to panic, watching that drooling bitchfucker slide back and forth across her split, before the fox's hips twitched up a bit and caught the pointed tip right in the mouth of her sex. That thing put a human to shame, and Remy was the smallest morph in the room! I was getting the feeling, right about then, that Aimee would never feel the same to me again. I actually saw the underside of his dick bulge out, and then a few drooling streams of precum came burbling out around the grip of my wife's lips on that bestial dick.

"Fuck, she's hot. She smells amazing..." Remy groaned, his face hidded behind my wife's back as his hips started to lift, and Aimee's began to sink. I heard her breath catch up in her throat in a squeak when labia stretched open wider than they ever had with me, the belly of the fox's dick bulging out again and making her hips twitch. "Fuck!" she squeaked. "I felt that! Did you come already?" she yelped back at him, twisting her head around to look over her shoulder at the fox, and I hear him chuckle. "Nope! That's just pre. You got a long way to go before I blow, lady." he growled, his black-furred hands gripping her hips as he jammed upwards into my wife, burying his bone right to the peeled-back sheath with a grunt.

Aimee's head swivelled violently, a squeal ripping its way up out of her suddenly-arched up chest, grabbing at her lower belly with one hand, and his arm with the other. "Hnnh! T-too big to do that...to me..." she gasped. "I'm not used to something as big as you." And I felt my ears just burning at that. Remy chuckled behind her and let his hips slip back down to the bench, guiding my wife right along with him. "Lean back." he rumbled up at her, his hands urging her arms behind her and then pulling her back onto them, giving me one hell of a view of the swell of his unswollen knot throbbing up against her lips, the base of his dick bulging out again and, based on how her hips twitched, hosing down her insides with more of that copious pre. "Jeb, keep him nice and close. I want mister bigshot here to see how we do things on our level." he snorted, and yoked his hips upwards, burying himself to the sheath inside Aimee's belly again, right in front of me, making me watch his balls bounce with the thrust, and my wife's belly actually bulge a little bit just under the navel when he bottomed out against her cervix. Goddamn, the noises she was making; gasping, panting like an animal, almost growling when the fox pulled back out, then rammed himself back home inside her.

"Fuck, you sure humans don't hit heat, because god damned if she isn't just burning up around me!" Remy laughed, rolling his hips up and down, popping that faint bump of a knot in and out of Aimee's twitching pussy with audible little slurps and squelches. "Gorgeous, you're gonna have a long night, so I hope you don't mind if I go on ahead and blow a load in you. There's two other guys waiting, nice and patient." Aimee shook her head, her body already starting to shake a little in the thighs and tummy, her abs tightening up each time he slipped backwards, like she was trying to hold him in, which just meant I got to see that bump form up on her belly when he bottomed out again. No way in hell could I do that to her...

Well, Remy barked a laugh, grabbed her hips tighter, and started pounding on her like...well, a dog. Violent, fast rutting that slapped his nuts against her pussy and beat her up inside hard enough to make her voice bounce all over the place while she moaned and whined and kept on panting. I just had to kneel there, held down, and watch it all happen less than a foot from my face. The reality of the situation was just starting to set in when I noticed his knot ballooning out more and more, those wet popping sounds getting more prominent by the second, and Aimee yelping like a beaten dog each time it happened. That was my wife! That fox was fucking my wife, and she was LOVING it... She'd basically asked him to knock her up right in front of me! All of them! I remember opening my mouth to protest this, to beg, to scream, something...and that thought got scattered when I saw that knot strain at her pussy one last time, pop inside, and Remy let out this snarly little moan behind her.

I watched those nuts, clad in white fur, tighten up against his sheath and start bobbing, and the belly of his dick right at the base bulge out...again, and again...and again. I got to see the very back of his knot twitching in the tight squeeze of Aimee's sex. But I definitely saw that little bump in her belly twitching, dumping its hot, animal load up against my wife's cervix, painting it with his seed while she arched and quivered on top of him, ragged breaths making her breasts jiggle while the fox dumped his nuts inside her. And she loved it...

That's it, I thought. She's gonna be actually pregnant before we even get back to the hotel room, and I'm fucked. I let this happen. I shook my head and tried to do something, to get up, I don't know, but Jeb's huge hand pushed me right back down to my knees. "Ah ah, bruh. Bet's a bet, and you lost. You got a while yet." he rumbled in a deep sotto voice. I sagged on the ground, and just had to watch that fox's dick still pulsing and pumping its neverending load into my wife until the pearly mess started squirting and spilling out around the seal of his knot, dripping down her ass and thighs. Only then, did he bother to settle back down to the bench, slowly stroking Aimee's taut, flat tummy. "Attagirl. Damn, you're good. And congratulations, man!" he said, lifting his head and looking around Aimee's side at me. "You're gonna be a daddy! I bet he's gonna look just like his father!" he cackled, and then yanked his hips down, popping that knot out and letting a fair gush of cum pour out of Aimee's twitching body. "Fuck, who's next?"

I heard a low "Yo" come from somewhere to the right, but my eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the sight of my wife's wrecked pussy, drooling thick, pearly spatch in long strings to the bench in front of me. "Fuck, baby. These guys are animals..." she panted with a little laugh coloring her words. Only then was I able to tear my eyes away from her groin and lift them up to meet hers. Flushed cheeks, sweat glistening on her brow, hair already tousled from the first quick round, a blush tinting the tops of her breasts. "Aww, honey, don't look like that. We can still do IVF. I'm sure it'll have at least a chance of working!" she purred at me, tracing a finger down my nose. "It'll just have to be after I recover from giving birth. Assuming we can afford it. Twins do run in my family..."

I gaped up at her, trying to form words, trying to say ANYTHING, but there was suddenly a wall of black and tan fur between me and her. Drum, if my memory served right. The shepherd. The fox was already extricating himself out from under Aimee, and I saw the big dog drag her ass to the edge of the bench, grip the backs of her knees, and pin them back to her shoulders. From where Jeb was holding me down, I got to see a lot more than that, too. Fat nuts weighing his sack down to let it sway, the bob of dark red flesh jutting out of his sheath, already huge and drooling slippery precum down the angry cock that was slapped up against my wife's upturned pussy. "You human girls. Have to say, there's something about you that's just...Don't even know..." I heard the shepherd rumble, and my wife giggle in reply as her pert little ass wiggled against the bench, making his balls bounce in front of my face with the movement. "...Well, at least I know my pup is gonna have some good genes." he continued, glancing over his shoulder at me with a huge grin. "I think you better help me in, buddy. And be careful with the merchandise." he laughed.

I shuddered and stared up at him. "...Wait, seriously? NO!" I yelled, and Jeb's hand pressed down on my shoulder harder. "You made a bet." the horse said softly. "You agreed to do whatever we said to stay in here after that bet. Keep your word, or there'll be consequences. You know that." And he paused. "Plus, we're all still gonna wind up putting one in your wife's belly anyway, even if you don't. We'll just kick the shit out of you first."

Fuck. When it comes to the mob, and especially poker games even sort of affiliated with them, you keep your word. Best case scenario, they'd just never let me come back to a game. Worst case, they ruin my life by letting it slip that I come to illegal tourneys, and then probably kneecap me or something. If I stiffed even a lowly morph's buddies, I'd have to answer to them. "Fuck..."

I remember whimpering, and then my hand was moving all on its own, reaching up and wrapping around...way, wayyyy too much canine dick, already tacky and slippery and hot. So fucking hot. He had to be as big around in the dick as a goddamn Red Bull can, and a lot longer, not even counting that knot. I felt it pulse, and a jet of precum came splattering out in a long rope up my wife's flat little tummy, and I just shuddered, tugged his dick down until the point dug into the mouth of her still-drooling cunt, and tried to promise myself that I'd blot this part of the night out of my memory when I got out of here.

Meanwhile, he was rumbling and humming to himself while he had this human drag his dick into place on their wife, who was squirming on the bench, gripping her own breasts, her legs open wide and held spread and back by those heavy, furry hands. "It's okay, baby. Just do what they want. I want you to help me get pregnant, after all." I heard her purr, and caught a flash of her face in the gap between their bodies, her lip bit, and this adoring look on her face...but it wasn't aimed at me.

And that's when I learned that you can want to throw up and be ridiculously aroused at the same time.

Drum's hips twitched forwards, and Aimee's petals spread open. Another twitch forward, and another yelp...and her cunt yawned even wider. A third one, a real thrust this time, and half of that wife-breaking dick sunk up into her body, which set her to throwing her hips up and gasping frantically, hands slapping down onto the bench and gripping it. "H-oolyfuck! YES! D-drum!" she squeaked out, and I felt the shepherd's wagging tail passing back and forth just over my head as he yanked his hips back, cock shiny with her slick and foxcum, and then drove himself into her so hard, so deep, that those heavy nuts rolled up her ass as every inch of his bare, unprotected dick slammed deep into her belly.

The fuckin' NOISE she made when the dog bottomed out inside her was something else! I thought someone was gonna call the cops, she was screaming so loud, bucking her hips around and clawing at the bench, then at his hips, pulling him against her even harder! She was trying to talk, but could only get every second or third word to come out right, but I got the gist of her begging the dog to fuck her, and breed her. And he sure as shit complied, yanking his hips back and slapping them back down against her, driving that dick in and out of her with a violent abandon, nuts smacking her butt, the wet squelches of her cunt getting wrecked by an animal made louder by the excess cum being pumped back out of her by the dog's frantic humping, and the precum he was jetting into her to help replace it already starting to drool in a mixed, messy trickle down the crack of her ass.

I was transfixed by the whole damn sight of it, the swinging of those heavy canine nuts, the wet squelch as an unswollen knot plunged its noisy way in and out of Aimee's body, the way her hips squirmed and folded under every deep shove. My wife was going to be ruined for a long, long time after this... And in that thought, I felt someone kneel down next to me and throw an arm around my shoulders. Remy.

"Goddamn, buddy, hell of a game, right?" he asked, a grin splitting his muzzle that I barely saw from the corner of my eye. "Human girls, man, it's rare that we get to have one. There's some kind of beauty to all that bare skin, just the way it all fits together. And I gotta admit..." he laughed, patting my shoulder. "There's something fucking awesome about the feeling of breeding one. She's gonna have one hell of a story to tell in the maternity ward, isn't she?"

I wanted to be angry at him. I wanted to muder him with my bare hands, but at the same time, I was so fucking hard, I ached. And he knew it. "Shit, Drum, I think he's gonna blow just watching you!"

The shepherd looked back over his shoulder, his hips still flying, pounding my wife into the cushion with a feral abandon that I could never match, but didn't say a word. He just grinned, and jammed his hips down even harder, pulled back all the way to the tip, and then crammed his dick right up to the balls inside her. Back, and forth, and back again, while Jeb held me steady, with my face only an inch away from being smacked by those huge furry nuts swinging away and slapping the soft roundness of Aimee's ass. I had to watch that huge red dick pulsing every time he pulled back, dumping another gusher of animal precum into her belly, washing Remy's load out in preparation for his to take its place.

Aimee had something to say about it, though. Her gasping yelps turned into some stuttered words from somewhere under Drum's heavy body. "I-is he? Goddamn, you pervert...If NNGH! I'd known...I'd-I'd have done this...a long...timeago!" she moaned out, her words broken up by each deep-driving shove of the shepherd's hips. "And you..." she panted up at Drum, reaching up to spread her hands out on his chest. "Y-you better put-nnghfuck! ...a puppy in m-me! Make Hhhf! Make him watch!" she hissed out, her thighs starting to shake all over again, hips squirming violently. "Fuck me! Cum in me, you fucking animal!"

I couldn't believe my fucking ears! Who was this woman, and what happened to my wife!? I opened my mouth to protest, but if I was going to say anything, it got caught in my throat by the sight of Drum's hands shoving my wife's knees back to her shoulders and driving that knotted dick straight down into her, his nuts draping over her ass while she screamed and thrashed under him. "It's in my fucking BELLY!" she howled out under him, and I shuddered in something like arousal and horror all at once. He didn't pull back, not even a bit: just kept grinding his hips down against her folded-up body, panting little wordless pleas down at my wife that got louder and louder in time with those huge dog-nuts winching up tighter and tighter against his body, climbing Aimee's ass until they were tucked up tight against his body, and I could see the back of his knot between the thinly-spread grip of her pussylips, swelling wider and wider until her mound was pushed out with the girth of him.

That's when I heard him SNARL like a junkyard dog, and those nuts jumped, and that muscular spot just behind them clenched... I could follow the bulge running down the little part of his dick behind his knot, watched that huge bulge swell, and then I heard Aimee yelp out like a feral herself, her hands grabbing the edge of the bench as her ass twitched. Drum came like a monster, those nuts bouncing, his taint pumping away like a machine, dumping so much dog cum into the little human wife under him that I saw her belly start to lose a little of that flatness; a small round bump forming up on the flat skin just below her belly button. And I had a horrible realization.

Drum had pushed right up into her womb. And he was cumming, HARD. There'd be no way she wasn't getting pregnant now. I couldn't even make myself beg them not to do this. It was too late, anyway, but I couldn't believe how something so horrible had me so hard that I was leaking pre through my pants in the most shameful case of the horn I'd ever had. Aimee's thighs and butt twitched in reply with every pulse of Drum's load bloating her belly, overloading it, and then starting to trickle back around his knot. First just a few drips, then a steady pulsing drool that I could watch running down over her ass in thick globs. I knew feral dogs had some pretty watery spunk, but these weren't even in the same neighborhood. The stuff was like glue! And there was Aimee's voice, ragged in orgasm, begging him to keep cumming, to keep filling her up, praising him for how big he was, and how full she felt, and how much she wanted his baby, totally heedless of me. It's like she forgot I was even there.

It seemed like an eternity before the dog finally stopped dumping his nuts into her, the crack of her ass soaked in his thick jizz, the bench mattress coated in it, and long strings of it running down to puddle on the floor from there. He had to have dumped at least a full cup of that stuff into her, leaving Aimee slowly rolling her hips and groaning soft praise up at him while his knot slowly shrank inside her. "God, I can almost...feel them swimming..." she breathed, and I felt my dick jump and jet a streamer of my own comparatively meager precum down my pant leg. Drum finally, blessedly pulled back out of her with a wet slurp, and a torrent of that viscous spunk came bursting out of her under pressure, thick globs of it running down to join the sticky mess on the floor beneath the bench as he dismounted and stepped to the side, letting me see the massive spike of dog-cock that just defiled my wife. He was even bigger than I'd imagined, and the way she was left gaping proved it, still drooling thick drips of his mess, and she probably would be for a while as that little bump in her belly shrank.

That's when I felt Jeb's hand pat my shoulder. "Don't worry, bruh, it's almost over. Now you just sit back while I handle your wife. Betcha she winds up having my baby, 'cause I'm gonna fuckin' flood her, too!" And something like rage boiled up inside me, but suddenly, Remy and Drum were there, on either side of me, hands on my shoulders, keeping me pinned down on my knees, my eyes level with the twin pairs of nuts that had just emptied their copious loads into my wife's belly, right in front of me. Whatever rage I had just...paled. It disappeared into that low shame and savage ache of need in my pants all over again. I still don't know to this day how that happened, but...it gave Jeb all the time he needed to scoop my wife up and flip her over so her elbows and breasts rested on the bench, and her knees hit the floor. "Get him a view, boys."

Strong hands gripped me, flipped me over, and I dazedly found myself on my back, between my wife's spread, kneeling thighs, looking up at her cum-spackled mound and the slippery insides of her thighs, shining from all the mess leaking out of her. I didn't hear Jeb lose his pants, but when the light was blotted out as he straddled my body behind my wife, I was treated to the sight of a cock that had to be over a foot long, as thick as a 40oz beer can, and riddled with thick, throbbing veins, mottled black and pink. I remember one detail standing out...the odd shape of the tip of his dick, looking vaguely like...I don't know, a rose, or one of those weird upturned mushrooms, and the HUGE cum-vein running underneath that log of breeding flesh, already fainly pulsing as drips of thick precum running down the length of it towards the biggest pair of balls I'd seen in my life outside of a farm animal, just swinging in a huge velvet covered black sack. They shifted and churned around in that soft wrapping, and the thought that they were somehow mixing up a load popped into my head, making my dick jump again and that horrible shame/arousal mix rear up again.

"Ooh, can you see, honey?" I heard Aimee giggle breathlessly from above me, as Jeb's dick ducked down, and slapped up against her smooth, once-again-flat belly, smearing it with his pre and sending splatters down to rain around my head. I felt some of it land on my forehead, and found myself marvelling at how hot it was. It felt like someone had stuck jello in the microwave! "Ho-holy shit!" Aimee squeaked, her thighs shifting a little further apart, back bowing down to push her tummy down against Jeb's massive pole. That thing reached up to her belly button...she'd never fit it all. But then she didn't have to. Drum had opened her up further than anyone had any right to, and I had no doubt that Jeb was going to finish the job...

"A-aimee...please...don't..." I remember gasping, and then I heard Remy and Drum start laughing. I heard Jeb chuckle, and I saw Aimee's belly trembling before I heard her giggling, too. What the hell... "Man, you just have no idea, do you?" I heard Remy laugh as he leaned his head down beside me. "I've been talkin' to your wife all tournament. You were busy playin' your cards, and I've been playin' mine." he said, as he and Drum kept me firmly held down. "You know, some humans got a fetish for playing with morphs. Guess your girl is one of 'em. 'Cept, of course, she likes to go all the way with it." he laughed. "I never understood why some of you human folk wanna get yourself snipped. Especially if you've got a wife who wants a baby, and be honest, they all do. Ain't nothing better than puttin' a pup in someone's belly. You guys are fuckin' weird, but I'm not complainin'! I'm just glad you got that losing streak, because we were probably gonna all gang up on your wife anyway! This just makes it legit."

"I told you I wanted a baby, love." Aimee chimed in, pushing her ass back against Jeb's belly, sawing his dick back and forth against her tummy, leaving dripping streaks of his precum to dot the ground and my face. "You didn't listen. Wanted to be free, you said. Didn't want kids cramping your style. I went along with it, I thought maybe...maybe I'd be good enough for you to change your mind. But then you went and got cut, and it wasn't fair. Maybe IVF would work, but it was so unfair that you'd decide that for both of us. So, since we're being unfair to each other..." she said, sliding her hand down the underside of the horse's cock, back up along the cumvein, and gripping it just behind the head, making his flare swell out a little bit. She was guiding him backwards, the horse's hips moving back while hers hiked, and then he was pressed up against the twitching, leaking mouth of her cunt. I heard him grunt and saw the belly of his dick bulge out in a rush from base to tip, and heard Aimee gasp at the violent jet of prespunk that he flushed into her, and then out of her, along with some of Drum's cum to splash on my neck. "...Well, here's me being unfair to you! But you still get to be a daddy, so I think it's even!"

Jeb's hands encircled my wife's waist, those huge mitts almost completely surrounding it. "You ready, beautiful?" he groaned in a sotto voice, and I heard Aimee whimper an 'uh huh" up at him, which he followed up by pushing that massive dick up between her thighs, right in front of my eyes. Inch after inch of him slowly grinding upwards into my wife's body, her cunt spread as wide as the knots that came before. He'd stop, pull back a bit, and his dick would pulse again, jetting another rush of precum up into the soft, fair-skinned tummy in front of me, then push in further and displace that new mess with that huge prick so it ran down her thighs and splattered around me again. "HOhhhmygod, baby!" she squealed, and I could see her thighs SHAKING, her toes curling up, and her body bowing down to push her pussylips just a little further back between her thighs. Another push, another loud yelp out of my wife, and a groan from the horse. Deeper, deeper into the soft squeeze of her, until I her her yelp, and saw his dick bow, just before it jumped and splashed another hot rush of pre inside her.

I had to sit there and watch those massive, swinging horse balls sway over my head, still churning away in his sack, still mixing up the undoubtedly massive load he was saving up for my wife. I had to see that dick pull back, a good ten inches of it slippery with my wife's juices and two different loads. And I had to see it slam forwards hard enough to outline its shape on my wife's belly, pushing it out so hard that I could almost make out the shape of his tip pressing out her skin. Jeb wasted no more time, pulling his hips back and slamming back into Aimee without a care in the world, drilling himself back into her over and over, slamming against my wife's violated womb like a piledriver. I heard Remy whistle low next to my ear. "Fuck man, he's a big boy. Sounds like she's fuckin' loving this." he chuckled. He wasn't lying, either, because Aimee was making the kinds of sounds one usually only hears from a torture chamber, but she was shoving herself back against the Horse's thrusts, gurgling and yelping and screaming and crying out each time he bottomed out in her and pumped out thick streamers of mixed canine and vulpine jizz and horse precum in stringy ropes that wound up decorating my chest, my neck, my face. And I couldn't do anything to stop it!

I was startled out of my wide-eyed reverie by Jeb's hips slamming in hard, and sinking right up to the hilt into Aimee's cunt, and the little bulge on her belly suddenly became a lot bigger! I heard her scream, thrashing on the bench, crying out about how deep he was, how he'd pushed her open. How he was in her belly so much deeper than I could get. I felt my face burn, and I heard both the canids holding me down start laughing, and even felt a finger flick the aching erection running down my thigh. "Hey Remy. Make him hold my nuts while I put a baby in her. He aughta play a part in gettin' his wife pregnant, huh?" That's when I turned my head to see Remy's grinning jaws in my face. "You heard the man. Rules are rules." he chuckled. "Just reach up and give him a little support."

I couldn't...believe this. The nightmare only got worse by the second! I lifted my hands, and hesitated for a second. Really? Was I really going to do this? And both of them caught my hesitation. "Bet's a bet, buddy. You wouldn't wanna skip out on a debt, would you?" I heard Drum say, with a bit of a growl in his words. And my arms and hands lifted without a thought from me, which is how I wound up holding a pair of balls, each bigger than one of my fists, in my hands while they shifted and rocked, because Jeb was just gently thrusting, only pulling an inch or so of that huge babymaker in and out of my wife. I could see the weird rose-shape of his tip bulging wider and wider in her belly, spreading out like a giant mushroom's cap, and I heard Aimee gasping for breath as her womb's walls were pushed out wider and wider by the huge cocktip slowly bobbing up and down inside her fertile little pocket, spraying precum so fast, and so hard. I heard Jeb groaning something under his breath down at her, and heard her much clearer reply of "...wouldn't dare. He'll be a good father... WON'T YOU, DEAR?"

I choked, trying to find a reply, unsure of what I could even say at this point, because I was too preoccupied by the sight of the base of that massive horsedick jammed up between my wife's pussylips, the thick urethral bulge slowly pulsing in time with his precum pumping through it, and the accompanying feeling of his stone-heavy balls gently twitching in my hands. Jesus, they really were mixing up a load, my mind wasn't messing with me, after all! But Remy's clawed hand was suddenly gripping my nuts through my slacks, a warning growl in his throat. "Answer the lady. It's only polite. She's a mother-to-be." And like the bitch I was...I relented.

"Y-yes...I will."

I felt Jeb's nuts jerk in my hands, throbbing angrily as if they were funnelling even more of the horse's wiggling, homewrecking sperm up to the load that was obviously building inside him. "And you're gonna love them, aren't you? You're gonna love my baby, and you're gonna love me. Say you want them to give me a baby." she growled like an animal, gasping when Jeb's hips twitched, shifting all of that cock inside her, making the bump on her belly bounce! I caved. I caved hard. I just wanted this to end.

"I-I'll love them...please...just give her a baby. Just...just get my wife pregnant!" I gasped out, trying to find whatever words I could to make this all end. "I want you to knock her up."

I guess I must have found them, because I felt Jeb's nuts start to clench up, rising up out of my hands, but both Drum and Remy gripped my wrists and pushed them up, making sure my palms cradled Jeb's balls while they literally throbbed and bunched up in my hands. I could SEE his cock bulging, that little bit of cumvein just under her clit bulging out suddenly. I heard him groan and plant one of his hands on the wall in front of them with a thump. I heard Aimee squeal out in shock, with a cry of "HOT! It's so HOT!" while Jeb's dick pulsed along the length of her canal, pumping his load up into her breached womb. The sight of that flared glans pushing out against her belly rapidly changed into something even more damning: A bulge, rounding out where that tiny bump was before, a huge bolus of sperm-teeming cum flooding her womb, filling it, swelling it with the oversized load, and every drop of it getting blocked in place by the plug of his flare sealing her cervix closed. I heard her squealing, and saw both of her hands come down to cradle the slowly rounding curve of her belly, panting like a maniac with her thighs shaking in orgasm, and her pussy visibly clenching over and over again, milking at the huge, bare, unprotected dick that was busily belching thick waves of cum into her body. "Ohfffuck! I'm gonna...I'm gonna be a mom! He's getting...me pregnant! Fuck, baby, he's gonnamake...make me have his baby!" she panted franticly, rolling her hips while more and more of that ridiculous load pumped into her fertile, undefended belly.

No, there was no way she wasn't going to wind up pregnant after this. She knew it, I knew it, they knew it. And every clench of those huge, babymaking nuts of Jeb's in my hands made that perfectly clear. As clear as the obvious bulge in my wife's swollen belly, a preview of how she'd look in a few months, I was sure. As clear as her ringing cries of joy while these animals had done everything in their power to make sure she'd leave this room with her eggs being mugged by animal sperm, and I could do nothing to stop it; not even add my own meager contribution to the fight.

Thankfully, horses apparently have extremely productive, but short climaxes, because I felt Jeb's balls finally sag, much less heavy than they'd been before; and his body drooped, pressing my wife down to the bench. Soft, wet sounds, like kissing, echoed from somewhere above, while Jeb's hips slowly stirred the massive load inside Aimee, much to her groaning, slow-squirming delight. "Never...felt so full..." she whined, while her hands stroked that obvious faux-baby bump in front of my eyes, her wedding ring glinting clearly in the lights of the room. "Well..." Remy laughed, as the pair of canines pulled my hands away and pinned them by my sides. "I guess I should probably wish you a happy Father's day, even if it's a month early. And your lovely, lovely wife? Happy Mother's day weekend, beautiful." he laughed, taking his eyes off of me only long enough to lean up and delicately lick the cum-swollen belly of my wife above him. The sheer smug triumph in his expression just drove the shame in even further.

I heard Aimee above me groan happily, reaching back to trace a finger over each of those heavy nuts I'd been holding earlier. "I'm sure they'll be beautiful, no matter who the father is." she breathed, gasping out when Jeb started to pull back, my wife's hand reaching back to grip around the barrel of his dick. "Nonono...you stay there. Keep it in me as long as you can. I want it all to take..." she purred. "I might even have you guys go again, just to make sure... I don't think you guys'll have any objections, right?"

I felt a cold pit forming in my stomach when I heard appreciative growls and a groan come from around me. She wouldn't, would she?

I'd learn that yes, she would. And when I objected, and tried to stop it, I was manhandled, punched, slapped a bit, and then shoved into an adjoining room in the service corridor, left to sag against the door and listen to my wife's utter joy at getting bred all over again by those beastmen, the knocking of bodies humping against the wall, and eventually against the very door I listened through. I don't know how they did it, but at one point, I heard her begging for one of them to cum in her, and then the wettest, nastiest squirting sound happened, and a jet of pearly spunk splattered out from under the door, right by my hand. And at that point, I gave up, pulled my dick out of my pants, and blew a meager load all over my chest inside of three strokes, while my wife got mounted by yet another of those fucking animals.

It took her almost 3 hours before she opened the door to the sight of my broken, crumpled self against the wall, staring sightlessly up at her. And she bowed, my angel in the darkness, and kissed me on the lips. I half expected her to do something like push cum into my mouth, but it was just her usual sweet taste. She'd saved that for me, kissed only me, and that's how my poor broken brain decided that she still loved me, even with her belly still faintly swollen with a mixture of animal sperm, all making my wife pregnant in a cellular rampage just in front of me.

I don't remember walking up to the room with her. I barely remember the violent, fumbling sex we had, as if my brain didn't care that I'd have no chance, I had to dump a load into my wife to try and combat the beasts that'd had her. I do remember her being so very, very loose around me, and slick enough with semen that I could barely feel anything, but I still came as hard as I ever had, with her cooing in my ear and stroking the back of my neck, purring how she loved me, and how good of a dad I was going to be.

Fast forward a few months later, and Aimee's belly was swollen heavy with twins. She'd cancelled her trip to South America, citing concern for the babies. She'd even taken over my trophy room for a nursery. Her hips had broadened even more due to the pregnancy, and made her still-perfect ass sway with each step even more than they had before. Some women just look great pregnant, and Aimee wore it beautifully. I could barely keep my hands off of her most days, dragging her to the ground and screwing her brains out every chance I got. But, every time she wrapped her legs around me, I could feel that baby bump pressing into my stomach, and feel the gentle kicks of a pair of eager morph-babies inside.

And somehow, that just made me cum even harder, every time.

I didn't go to another tournament until the next year rolled around, and I found one on Father's Day. Once more, I wound up in Philly, but this time, I left Aimee home to care for our two sons, a clever fox kit named Renny, and a handsome little shepherd pup named Derek, but whom my wife called Drummer . This was an all-open tourney, no qualifications to get in if you could pony up the dough, so I figured it would be an easy win. But it turns out that I wasn't the only nationally ranked player there anymore! As of a couple months back, the circuits had amended the rules that kept a bias against morphs, and one of the rising stars was going to be my first opponent. I actually felt a little excited, eager to try my newly-honed tell-reading skills against a morph.

But when I sat down, a familiar grin, attatched to a familiar fox sat across the table from me, spinning a chip on the table. And I couldn't do anything but stare in horror.

"Well, hello!" Remy said, poking his tongue out between his teeth, his grin only widening by the second. "How's your Father's Day going?"