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I wrote this story as a commission for my close friend ExtremeWolf80. There's two more parts coming after this, as well, so keep an eye out!

A few new citizens arrive at Apollo's Haven, only to find things aren't what they expected. How will they react to such a shocking revelation? Well, some may be more pleased with the idea than others... (Based on the Animal Crossing series of games published by Nintendo. I in no way claim ownership of Animal Crossing, and all content qualifies as parody and is thus protected by Fair Use.)

Contains: Animal Crossing, breeding, Master/pet relationships, collars and tags, submission, foot worship, cock worship, balls worship, hyper genitals, pleasant musk, cuckolding, cum inflation, womb penetration.

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Apollo's Haven

Day One

By AwkwardFerret

For ExtremeWolf80

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Amelia looked at the other two passengers in the train with some consternation. She had known the white wolf sitting across from her, Whitney, for some time, idly chatting over the internet about the happenings of the day, but the brown deer sitting on the other side of the aisle was a complete unknown to her.

"Uh," she began, putting on her best smile. "What's up, cuz?"

Fauna, the deer turned to her. "Oh, sorry, I was...lost in thought. You're heading to Apollo's Haven, right?"

"Sure am," Amelia answered, reaching into her pocket and retrieving the pamphlet for the town. "Very good copy in this. 'Let all your worries go'...sounds like JUST what I need."

"I'd like to let go of my rich jerk husband," Whitney complained, looking out the window. "I KNEW a month was too early to get married...but he pressured me into it..."

"Oh, dearie, that sounds terrible!" the deer said, looking horrified.

Whitney sighed. "I just hope he won't try to follow me..."

"Well, cuz, as long as you didn't say the name of the town to him, he won't be able to, right?"

Whitney shifted in her seat. "I...suppose not. Ugh, what a creep."

A bell rang and the sound of metal scraping against metal coursed through the train, signaling that they were nearing their stop. With that, they readied their bags and stood up upon the complete stop, making their way towards the front of the train.

As soon as they stepped outside, the monkey managing the ticket counter launched into a well-rehearsed greeting.

"Hiya, folks!" he said. "Welcome to Apollo's Haven! We can promise you that you won't regret moving here, eek eek! Make sure to meet up with Master Apollo as soon as possible!"

"Master Apollo?" Amelia asked as they stepped one-by-one through the turnstile.

"Well, he's in charge here, eek eek!"

"Oh, duh, the mayor!" Whitney said. "Must just be a quirk of his, right?"

The monkey suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Uh, you could say that..."

Fauna didn't seem bothered by it and took in a deep breath of the new air. "Mmm, that's nice..." she said. "So earthy!"

Whitney followed suit, her sensitive nose tingling as...something entered it. She couldn't quite place what it was, but something deep in her mind told her that it was the best thing in the world

"Ooh..." she moaned, taking several more deep breaths of that magnificent air. "I think I'm gonna like it here..."

Amelia gave her a quizzical expression, but it went unanswered, so she just followed them out of the front gate and into the town itself. Upon seeing what was waiting for them outside, they couldn't help but gape in shock at the strange sight.

There were three villagers there, the most normal-looking of them a blue male alpaca standing somewhat apart from the other two. He was wearing a dark blue apron and, more oddly, a grey-colored collar with a small golden tag on it, as if he were a feral dog of some kind. But that barely registered compared to the other two.

One of them was a female goat, her fur a light brown color. A corseted shirt was stretched tightly over a massive pregnant belly that jutted out from her torso, looking at least three times as large as a normal full-term pregnancy. Along with that, two massive breasts hung over it, looking too big for even the corset to support, yet they were obviously firmly set, staying up as if by magic. She wore a collar as well, this one red in color. Six notches had been made in it, and along with the normal golden tag, there was a tag shaped like a milk jug hanging from it, just beneath one of the notches.

The other was a female wolf with light blue fur. Like the goat, she was obviously pregnant, though her belly wasn't nearly as large, looking "only" full-term with twins. A shirt with a white-and-blue checkerboard pattern was stretched over it in the same way as the goat's corset, though her breasts weren't nearly as big. Her collar, again red, had eight notches, and while it had that same central golden tag, nothing else adorned it.

"Wh-what in the world..." Amelia stammered, taken aback at the bizarre sight.

"Welcome to Apollo's Haven!" the alpaca said, striking a pose. "Name's Cyrus. Anything you need, just ask me or Wolfgang."

"They're very eager to serve their roles," the goat explained. "Right, Cyrus?"

The alpaca stammered a bit. "O-of course, ma'am. Happy to help!"

The goat grinned at his awkward answer. "Anyway, I'm Pashmina."

"And I'm Skye!" the wolf said, looking right at Whitney. "Ooh, I think you'd make a nice addition to the Wolfpack!"

"Now, now, Skye," Pashmina said. "You know that's her choice and her choice alone."

"Um...what is?" Whitney asked, trying to avoid staring at the massively pregnant women and failing miserably.

"Hm?" Skye asked. "Oh, you'll see sooner or later!"

Amelia frowned. She had a feeling she knew what was really going on here, and she didn't like it one bit. Whitney, on the other hand, could not say the same thing.

"Anyway, it's probably best that you meet with Master Apollo in the Town Hall," Cyrus said. "I can show you the way, if you like."

"That's...okay, I think I'd like to get settled in," Amelia said, glaring at the alpaca. He seemed quizzical, but said nothing.

"Ooh, I know where that is!" Skye said, pointing into the loose collection of houses that made up the town's residential area. "Here, follow me!"

With that, she ran off at a speed that Amelia could only consider was quite dangerous, though she still followed, hoping she could avoid the insanity about to ensue.

"Well, that was interesting," Cyrus said. "Anyway, here, let me show you to the Town Hall!" He set off at a slower pace, Whitney and Fauna following behind, while Pashmina took up the rear.

"What's going on here?" Fauna whispered to Whitney as they proceeded.

"I'm not sure..." Whitney whispered back. "But I'd kind of like to find out."

"Hey, uh, Pashmina, do you think Master Apollo's gonna be upset that I didn't bring Amelia?" Cyrus asked.

"Probably not," the goat replied. "I'm sure he can manage."

Whitney and Fauna shared a look, but said nothing more as Cyrus led them to the Town Hall, a nice-looking one-story building of very classic design. Whitney's nose twitched as the earthy scent seemed to grow even more powerful the closer she got to it, her mind almost flooded by it. "Here you are," he said, gesturing to the nice front doors. "I'm, uh, not allowed inside at the moment, since Master Apollo is working on some important items."

Fauna shifted slightly, but Whitney perked up. "We can go in, though, right?" she asked, sounding hopeful.

"Oh, of course," he said. "It, uh, might surprise you though, fair warning."

"I think you'll enjoy it before long," Pashmina said. "I'll leave you to it, then." She walked off, leaving them to walk inside. After sharing a glance, they opened the door; the instant they did, a thick wave of the overpowering smell of musk poured over them, maleness utterly permeating their being. Both of them grew incredibly aroused in an instant, a burning fire deep within their bodies growing white-hot as it filled their lungs. Whitney started panting hard, while Fauna attempted to pull the hem of her skirt down to hide her suddenly damp panties. It was powerful enough to make their eyes water so they didn't see what was happening on the inside for a few seconds; when they did, they couldn't help but gape in shock.

The first thing they saw was the large bald eagle sitting in a large, plush-looking chair, almost a throne; he had to have been seven and half feet tall standing all the way up. Sitting on his lap was a brown-furred hedgehog who had a massive bulge protruding from her stomach as he moved her up and down at incredible speed. Moans of pleasure and desperate pleas to "Give it to me!" escaped her lips constantly as he did so. When he raised her to the peak it revealed the reason for the unbelievably huge bulge; a great red shaft, easily three feet long and six inches across. His balls were similarly colossal, hanging down toward his knees from the sheer weight of the cum churning within them. If they were capable of thinking of anything except the impossibly dense musk that had filled the room, they would have considered how he was able to survive having a cock that size, and how she was able to survive taking it to the hilt every second as she was doing.

"Kind of a shame that we're not getting bred today."

They looked down at the source of that new voice, two more female hedgehogs, one the same shade of fur as the one getting pounded into oblivion and the other with dark blue fur, kneeling down on all fours before his throne. His large, scaled feet were pressed against their faces and they were eagerly slathering their tongues all over his soles, his toes twitching and curling in delight. Their bellies were entirely flat, but their breasts were large enough to press against the ground from beneath their aprons.

"Yeah, but this is nice, right, Sable?" the blue one asked. "Just enjoying Master Apollo's big, strong feet~"

"It is..." the brown one agreed "but Labelle is still lucky to get bred a day early."

"Well, we do have a schedule to keep. Oh, hello!" A chipper voice said, calling their attention to the third sight in the room. A yellow shih tzu sporting the largest belly they had seen yet approached them, along with two truly massive breasts that hung over it. A plaid green muumuu was draped over it all, obviously struggling to contain all of it as some of the seams were torn. With a closer look Whitney saw that she was wearing a dark blue miniskirt as well, but her attention was soon drawn back to her huge pregnancy.

The dog quickly noticed them staring and gave them a smile. "You must be Whitney and Fauna!" the dog continued. "My name's Isabelle!"

The huge eagle on the throne nodded his head toward them, but that was the only acknowledgement he gave, his focus immediately returning to the hedgehog he was breeding.

"That's it," he said, a squeal escaping her lips after a particularly hard thrust. "You love being my cumdump, don't you, Labelle? Such a good little breeder~"

"Y-yes!" the girl, Labelle apparently, cried. "I love it! Please fill me up, Master Apollo!"

"Of course~" Apollo said, his clawed toes curling in all the way as his heavy balls pulled up and he slammed her down all the way to the hilt. It took a moment, but soon, the bulge of his cock seemed to pulse, and her belly started to inflate like a balloon as he filled her up with impossibly fertile cum. His cock was large enough that not a single drop of it escaped outside, all of it flowing directly into her womb. After nearly a full minute of just cumming into her, her belly was twice the size of a regular pregnancy, and he slowly lifted her off, very little of the cum dripping out. With his cock now free, it was easy to see that his cum was incredibly thick, almost like pudding, and solid white rather than partly clear like most semen was.

The other two girls managing his feet quickly shifted position so that he could aim his cock downward and start hosing them down, each gallon-sized shot filling the room with even more of his incredible scent. They each had their mouths open, swallowing what they could while the rest stuck to their bodies. Thick ropes pattered against their faces and hit against their heavy breasts as well, the several gallons overflowing from their mouths joining. Very little of it dripped onto floor, but a sizable puddle soon formed regardless as he just kept pumping. Whitney barely noticed as Fauna ran outside, focused entirely on what was happening in front of her. She began to imagine herself as one of the two hedgehogs on the floor, or better yet, the dazed, bloated one he was holding up, the thought combined with the scent sending her crashing into an orgasm. She shamelessly fell to her knees as every one of her nerves exploded at once, letting out a long howl of joy and desperation as the world seemed to melt away.

"Um," a deep voice called out to her. "Are you okay, Whitney?"

Her eyes shot open, and she looked up, seeing that Apollo was standing over her, his cock hanging limp. The shih tzu was standing next to him, or rather, behind him so that her belly didn't cover her.

"Y-yes..." she said, her nose twitching slightly. "Sorry about that...shameless display."

Apollo waved his hand. "We don't really mind things like that here. Say, Isabelle, could you let her know the itinerary for today? She might be interested in joining tonight's activities."

The dog, Isabelle, nodded. "Right, well, now that you've finished breeding Labelle, you'll be breeding Sable and Mabel tomorrow, kind of a shame that their cycles got off by a day, but oh well...and then there's the cumbath with the Wolfpack later today, of course..."

"Wolfpack?" Whitney asked. "Skye said something about that, what is it?"

Apollo grinned. "Just our little group of wolves. You've already met Skye, of course, but there's also Freya and Vanessa."

"And don't forget the betas!" Isabelle said. "In the wolfpack, that would be Wolfgang and Chief, but we have several other betas who'll gladly serve your every whim!"

Whitney shuddered as she imagined it, being gladly serviced by other wolves, surrounded by their various scents and, more importantly, Apollo's musk.

"W-would I be allowed to join in on this, uh, cumbath?" she asked.

The eagle nodded. "If that's what you want, then of course you may. The other wolves are always ready to bring in new members, and so am I."

Whitney gulped and nodded. "Okay. When is this?"

"A little under an hour. I'll have Skye show you where it is." With that, he got up, Isabelle, Mable, and Sable following close behind as he stepped outside, leaving Whitney alone to consider her options. It would be incredibly rude to show him up after making an offer, wouldn't it? No, she'd at least show up to see what was up...

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"You're gonna LOVE this, Whitney!" Skye said, pulling the other wolf by her hand through the dense forest surrounding the town. As they moved closer and closer to wherever they were going, she could feel the scent of musk growing stronger and stronger until she was afraid she would collapse again.

"We're doing this out in the open?" she asked, feeling a slight thrill at the idea.

"Oh, yeah, Apollo loves showing off," Skye said, slowing down a bit before coming to a complete stop in front of a clearing. "They're just up ahead, why don't you introduce yourself to the others before we start?"

Whitney nodded and stepped forward, feeling as if she was swimming through the musk as she approached. Apollo was sitting in an extra-large lawn chair, comfortably leaning back while two male wolves, one a deep blue and one colored orange and white like a fox, were worshiping his feet like the two hedgehogs from before. Each wore one of those grey collars that Cyrus had worn, but before she could ask, Apollo noticed her.

"Ah, there you are, Whitney," he said, giving her a nice smile. "Glad to see you decided to show up. Wolfgang, Chief, why don't you introduce yourselves?"

The other two wolves quickly got up and ran to her, standing stock-straight as if they were in a military lineup.

"I'm Wolfgang," the blue one said.

"And I'm Chief," said the other. "Anything you want, just ask us and it's done. We are the betas, after all."

"That's what the collars are for," Wolfgang said, tugging on his. "Lets you know who's what."

Whitney raised an eyebrow as Apollo produced a bright white collar that lacked a tag. "First-timers get a white collar without a tag. Once they have their first clutch, they get a new kind of collar with a certain color. But that's a whole different thing that won't really matter to you for a while, so...ah, here come the other wolves!" he said, waving them over. Whitney turned to see the remaining female members of the wolfpack, each with bellies equal in size to Skye's. One of them, who had shockingly pink fur, eyeshadow the same shade as Skye's fur, and a creamy white muzzle ran over to her.

"Hey, there," she said. "I'm Freya." She turned to the other wolf, who was colored light brown and black on her muzzle, somewhat resembling a German Shepherd. "That's Vanessa."

"Hello," Vanessa said, resting a hand on her hip. "You look like you'd make a good addition to our Wolfpack."

"It's good to be part of a pack, after all," Freya agreed. "It's simply natural."

"I know, right?" Skye said. "You gonna breed her, Master Apollo?"

"If she wants to join, I'll gladly give her a clutch," he said, twirling that white collar around on one of his fingers. "Of course, she'd need to help get me ready first, and then receive the traditional cumbath."

"Cumbath?" Whitney asked.

"He just COATS you in cum," Skye explained. "It completely soaks you in his scent. EVERYBODY'S gonna know who you belong to once he marks you~"

"So, what do you say, Whitney?" Freya asked, pushing her belly up against the nervous wolf's side.

"I...I'd love to," she said, carefully undoing her clothing almost unconsciously. The other girls did the same, removing the large improvised muumuus and dropping them to the ground. "I...I want to belong to you...I want to have your scent mark me permanently..."

"Very well, then," Apollo said, turning to Chief and Wolfgang. "Betas, return to tending my feet so that the breeders can enjoy the rest of me."

With perfect obedience, the two males knelt down and continued licking his soles. "There we go. Now, then, Freya, Whitney, handle my balls. Vanessa and Skye, you take my sheath and cock. Betas, keep working on my soles."

All of them nodded and moved to their places, Skye looking quite excited as Whitney nuzzled up against Apollo's heavy, musky sack, pressing her nose right up against it. She realized that she hadn't actually been able to detect any of the other wolves' scents, only the scent of the eagle stud...and she couldn't help but look forward to having that scent overwrite her natural one as it flooded her nose and mind. She stuck her tongue out and started to slather them, moaning loudly as her taste buds tingled. Freya eagerly joined her, while Skye and Vanessa draped themselves over his legs and started rubbing and licking his thick sheath until his massive breeding rod started to grow.

Whitney stared up at the thick red shaft as it continued growing, until it was resting between Apollo's impressive pecs. Copious pre leaked from its tip and stained his black chest feathers white; its color was so rich that Whitney couldn't help but imagine that it could make her pregnant all on its own.

"Like what you see, Whitney?" he asked, grinning down at her. "It's alright to stare, you know."

She did indeed keep staring at it, maintaining her work on his balls while Skye and Vanessa started licking up and down the shaft, expertly using their hands and tongues to manipulate it. It twitched and a large glob of his pre fell from the tip and landed on Whitney's nose. The sensitive flesh tingled a bit as it soaked into her, and her mind began to swim as her arousal skyrocketed, letting out a loud shameless howl. He smiled at that and started rubbing his cock, coaxing more and more of his pre out and onto the wolves below, either landing on Vanessa and Skye's tongues or Freya and Whitney's faces.

Her toes curled and her tail wagged as she kept enjoying him for who knew how long; time stopped mattering for her as she just kept on enjoying him, abandoning all sense of shame. A glop of pre landed on her hand and she glanced down to see her wedding ring, which only pushed her to continue even more in defiance of the jerk she had mistakenly married.

"Isn't this just wonderful, Whitney?" Freya asked, her eyes rolled up seemingly as far as they could go.

"This is amazing..." Whitney agreed, sinking her arms and face deep into his balls, the musk absolutely SOAKING into her. "I...I feel like I'm going to cum soon..."

Apollo grinned. "Go ahead. Let everything go...betas, get out of the way, I'm close myself~"

The two males promptly stood up and backed away quite a distance, allowing Apollo to spread his legs wide. Freya motioned for Whitney to back up to where the betas had been while the remaining two breeders got on either side of them, all of them opening their mouths wide in preparation for Apollo's release.

"Yes!" Whitney said, her eyes widening as she could see his cock starting to twitch. "Give me everything, Master Apollo!"

He aimed his cock downward and started pumping furiously, grunting as he felt his release approach. "Damn...I've been looking forward to this all day, so I have a HUGE fucking load to give you four..." He couldn't help but smirk as he realized it was four now; it seemed Skye had made a very good impression on Whitney. The thought of making his own, much more significant impression on her finally drove him over the edge, and his cock pulsed hard, his heavy balls pulling up the first multiple-gallon shot was forced out of his tip.

Whitney's world went white as her new Master's cum splashed across her face, lighting all of her nerves up at once and sending her crashing over the edge full-force. Everything that had been built up from worshipping and slathering his balls exploded from her at once, her thoughts vanishing completely as countless gallons of cum coated not just her, but the other three wolves as well. They didn't make any effort to push or shove in front to gain an advantage, since each blast was large enough to give all of them quite a lot to enjoy. Each rich, delicious shot into her mouth practically sent her into another orgasm on its own and made his cream her new favorite food without any doubt. It was thick, too, almost like pudding, with a similar texture; before long she had to swallow what had collected in her mouth just so she could keep breathing. Another howl escaped her lips as the warm feeling filled her belly and heightened her orgasm even further, and though she didn't know it yet, it also made it much more fertile as her body absorbed and made use of his sperm. In fact, her very womb started to grow in size; not enough to be immediately noticeable just by looking at her, but there was still definitely a subtle bulge to her stomach. Vanessa and Freya began making out, sharing his cum between them, and Whitney couldn't help but doing the same with Skye, moaning deep into the other girl's mouth as her Master continued his work.

After an incredible two minutes of just cumming, one could be forgiven for thinking that Whitney had been cloned three times, since all three girls had been given such a pure coating of his semen that they were pure white. It stuck fast to their fur like glue, tingles coursing through each of their bodies. Whitney was able to tell that her regular scent was starting to recede as it soaked into her, in less than a minute vanishing completely in favor of the eagle stud's telling scent.

"Seems like you enjoyed yourself quite a lot, Whitney," Apollo said, looking at his handiwork. He hadn't just bathed the four wolf girls before him, he had also made a huge lake of the stuff surrounding him, the women's effects thoroughly soaked in it. "Betas, fish their things out and bring it to Booker to sort out." The males nodded and set to work picking everything up, while Apollo walked over to Whitney and looked her over while she still made out with Skye. "So, Whitney, still want to be bred? I noticed you had a wedding ring, so you can still back out if you'd like."

She barely noticed the words, but it didn't take her long at all to figure out her answer. After having an orgasm just from breathing next to him and having his cum touch her skin, going back to...HIM simply wasn't an option. He couldn't possibly give even a fraction of what Apollo had given and would no doubt give to her.

"No!" she cried, quickly pulling it off and throwing it to the ground. Skye promptly picked it up, but she didn't notice. "He sucks! You're the one I really want!"

"Attagirl," he said, beckoning for her to come closer. "Why don't you get on my lap so you can tell me more?"

She didn't hesitate for a moment, running to him and climbing atop him, almost straddling his cock like it was a stallion. "Oh, goodness..." she breathed, realizing that his cock was completely clean of any cum, and that he did intend to breed her properly...she only had to give the word.

"I...I don't want anything to do with my old life," she said, shuddering as he gripped her lovely hips. "Please fill me up with your magnificent cum, Master Apollo...make me a part of the Wolfpack..."

"Hooray!" Skye said, clapping wildly. "We have a new friend!"

"Well done, Skye," Apollo said. "As a reward, you'll get to enjoy my balls while I breed Whitney. Vanessa, Freya, you handle my feet."

Whitney gulped as Apollo lifted her up with ease and the other breeders took their positions. Freya and Vanessa hummed happily as they rubbed their cheeks against his scaled soles, while Skye buried herself in his nuts as Whitney herself had done minutes before. She held her breath as Apollo lined up her pussy with the tip of his cock, leading him to smirk.

"How do I compare to that other guy?" he asked, rubbing her slit against his tip. She squirmed and moaned at the feeling, barely able to form an answer.

"He...he's always bragging about how big he is..." she said, scowling. "He's not really that big, though, especially not compared to you. Just your tip looks bigger than his entire dick!"

"Don't worry, I can certainly back myself up," he said, lowering her slightly. To her surprise and pleasure, her lips parted easily to accept the thick tip of his cock, already thicker than her former husband's shaft was. A yelp escaped her lips, and she looked back to him.

"Oh, God..." she moaned, starting to pant like she was feral. "Master..."

"That's right," Apollo said, grinning widely as he brought a hand to her cheek. With a little wiggling, he managed to sneak two of his fingers into his mouth, making her drool as she started to suck on them. "I own your body and your eggs...you belong to me, don't you?"

She nodded slightly as his tip pressed against the entrance to her womb. With a little bit of prodding he managed to get his tip inside, but only the tip. She gasped at the unusual feeling, and turned her eyes to him.

"Where else would it go?" he asked. "I must say, Whitney, your womb feels absolutely wonderful. I'll enjoy filling it up with cum and eggs."

"Yes..." she moaned, letting her eyes droop as he continued pushing into her womb, his tip soon hitting the back wall. Her hand moved onto her belly and rubbed over the bulge his shaft was making in it. He purred at the feeling of being rubbed from outside her body and continued pushing in, until finally, her tail was pressed against his body and every inch of his three-foot cock was buried within her.

He looked past her to the other breeders, the lovely pregnant wolves worshipping his feet and his hefty churning balls. He could already imagine Whitney doing the same thing, lugging around a truly massive belly while he claimed yet another woman for his vast and loyal harem, but that would have to come later. He needed to actually give her a clutch first, after all.

To that end, he slowly started lifting her back up, still keeping his fingers in her mouth all the while. When he managed to pull his tip from her womb, he paused for just a moment to savor it all before slamming her back down with all his strength. Her breath was sucked from her lungs as he forced his way into her womb a second time, much more harshly. He didn't give her much time at all to recover before doing it a second time in the same way, pulling her up before harshly yanking her back down.

"I bet you've never been fucked like this, Whitney," he teased. "Given a proper hard rutting by a real man."

"N-no..." she moaned, waiting for the third yank. As soon as it came, she almost did herself; was she really ready to go again that quickly? The idea seemed impossible, but so did most of what was going on...

But she wasn't able to think about that any longer once he pulled her down for the fourth time, slamming her hard enough that her legs made a loud slapping noise against his nuts. A gurgled cry forced its way out of her mouth and around his thick fingers as she came a second time, clenching down hard around his shaft while she bit into his fingers. He didn't seem to notice; rather, he only grinned as she thrashed around in the throes of orgasm. He was still a long way off himself, so he had no doubt she'd be having many, MANY more.

"That's it, pet..." he said, still slamming deep into her without mercy. "Enjoy it...let go of everybody who says that you shouldn't enjoy real sex like this..."

She was beyond words, only letting out another loud howl as he managed to hit a particularly sensitive spot on the inside of her womb, leading her into another orgasm before the previous one had even finished. With each orgasm, more and more ova were prepared when the time came, but even with two wolves worshipping his soles, another his balls, and the fourth one wrapped around his shaft, Apollo still remained a good ways off from his true release. Even as she continued biting down on them he kept his fingers inside of her mouth, pleased that she was making her enjoyment so obvious. All of his breeders warmed up fairly quickly, even the most stuck-up and prudish ones...he couldn't help but wonder if Amelia would do the same thing, assuming she even decided to join up. From what Skye had said about her, she had blown the idea off completely; even Fauna at least bothered to show up at the Town Hall.

"Oh, well," he said, looking down at Whitney, who seemed to have launched into a fourth (or possibly even a fifth) orgasm while he was considering Amelia. "At least I've managed to get one of you lovely ladies...and you are quite lovely, especially when your eyes roll up and your mouth hangs open every time you cum~"

Somebody looking at Whitney might have assumed she had passed out from her expression; as he said, her eyes were pointing straight up and her jaw was completely slack, letting his fingers free. But the truth was the complete opposite; she was fully aware of everything that was happening to her, every push of his cock into her chamber, every stretch and contraction of the walls of her pussy as the shaft dragged along every single nerve there was.

Whitney couldn't believe how many orgasms she was having, one after the other, blurring together so that it was impossible to count even if she could think that clearly. When just the first hour of her breeding was finished, they had completely blurred together into a continuous one that barely abated before kicking back up again with each pump. Yet even as she was cumming her brains out, Apollo still continued on for a while.

By the time Apollo started to near his release almost two hours later, there wasn't a single thought left in her head, just a vague blur of joy as she was fully claimed by him. He leaned into her ear, and started whispering to her. "I'm getting close, Whitney," he said. "I have a huge amount to give you...enjoy your first breeding~"

With one final slam against his hips, his balls pulled up hard as his load was forced up his cock, splashing against the back of her womb with impressive force, immediately bloating up to an impressive degree. Just the first shot made her look heavily pregnant, and it easily made her pregnant as well, the fertile, thick load attacking each and every egg available to it, and Whitney had quite a few indeed. Skye ducked away from his balls before she was buried under it, though a jet of cum forced out of Whitney's pussy by the sheer pressure still landed on her nose and she promptly lapped it up, earning a chuckle from Apollo.

"Anything that comes out of her, feel free to lick it right up," he said. Vanessa and Freya moved away from his feet and climbed in next to Skye, opening their mouths wide in hope of catching some of it. With how fast Whitney was expanding, though, that was a slim prospect at best; the girls even had to back up to prevent her inflating gut from poking them in the nose. "Of course, most of it will just stay in her womb and fill her up with my eggs. How many do you think she'll have on her first go?"

"She smelled pretty fertile to me," Freya said after swallowing a splat of cum that landed on her tongue. "She might even get a diamond tag on her first go!"

Apollo laughed. "Fifty eggs in her first clutch?" he asked. "That would be impressive! Even Isabelle didn't manage to do that!"

"Amelia probably could," Skye said. "Since you're both eagles. You know, like, being compatible and all?"

Apollo nodded and looked down. Whitney's belly was poking into the puddle of cum on the ground, and he still had a few gallons left to give to her. Her breathing was heavy but shallow at the same time as he finished up. He pushed her forward until his cock popped out of her, a small gasp coming from her mouth as she felt her stretched-out pussy and womb trying to get back to normal after more than an hour of use.

"Welcome to the family, Whitney~" he said, rubbing his hand under her muzzle while the other one put on her brand-new white collar. The other breeders gathered around her, snuggling together as close as they could what with their huge pregnancies.

"Thank you, Master Apollo..." she moaned. "I'm gonna love it here~"

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Amelia's brow furrowed as she looked upon the scene before her. She had figured something like this was going on when she first arrived, but now there was undeniable physical proof. A once-pristine forest clearing, sullied by unimaginably lewd acts. Even in the evening, hours after the events, the huge puddle of cum still lingered, as did that damn eagle's scent. She tried to ignore how nice it tasted as she took deep breaths to remain calm. Sure, he had managed to corrupt Whitney, but she was trying to escape a bad marriage anyway. It wasn't her fault, and she herself certainly wouldn't succumb to the same fate. She turned away from the scene, storming back to the town. She would have a nice sleep (hopefully NOT including the stud eagle), and in the morning, she would go to the police station and fix all of this...