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Cade caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Big nose and all. He'd always felt a little self-conscious about that, given how it looked just slightly out of place on his otherwise vulpine face. It did make sense, of course, since he was part otter, a fact that he'd long suspected because of his webbed toes and fingers, and unusually strong tail, but only recently had his parents - the ones he'd grown up with - told him. They were both average arctic foxes, and he knew his mother had given birth to him, which meant that his father wasn't actually his father. Not biologically speaking, anyway, so he'd asked his mother about it at an early age. She had, in turn, promised to tell him when he reached adulthood.

Once that day came - and they defined it as him moving out for college - she had kept her promise. Cade's biological father was indeed an otter. They had taken one home, one night, and despite precautions, she'd ended up conceiving. It'd all been worth it, she told Cade, seeing his expression, because it was a very happy accident. The otter was just a little more virile than anyone had thought, and they'd already been trying for a baby anyway. She claimed not to remember his name, which might've been a lie, or it might've been the truth - though assuming it was, it forced Cade to think of her as a sexual being just like himself, which was more than a little awkward.

Since he learned that, he'd often compared his own features with those of his father. Indeed, he had a bigger nose, webbed paws, and a strong tail. His fur was softer than usual even for arctic foxes. But more than anything, he seemed to have a kind of urge, a drive that his fox-father evidently lacked, since he was an only child. He had the urge to breed, and breed lots. Yet his upbringing had left him hesitant to embrace those urges, at least at such a young age. Almost all of his fantasies involved him spurting his seed into a woman, bare, and watching her belly swell. But real life was different; he was too shy, too hesitant, too considerate. He'd only once mated, and that was with a condom. With that very excitable marten from another class, during the campus tour. It'd felt good, but it hadn't satisfied him. That, and there'd been another issue that he really didn't want to think about.

That was just how it had to be, he figured. He wasn't really ready to have kids, nor was he entirely comfortable with the idea of someone having his kits. Sure, in fantasy, it was incredibly erotic. But real life was different.

What he had determined to do was to find out who his biological father was. Cade wanted explanations, especially since after learning about himself, he'd started noticing a lot of otter hybrids everywhere. Was his mysterious father also responsible for all of them? If so, he must've bred hundreds of women, all of whom chose to raise his pups alone or with another partner. Cade needed to know what motivated that, how he could just _do_it, despite the impact of it. The questionable ethics, as it were. Just seeding a woman, however willing, and letting her deal with the consequences.

He didn't as much resent him as he was curious. He needed to know. And so, that search began. Not that it'd be easy. He had no real leads. Sure, the Internet was full of personals for men eager to "donate" their seed to women wishing to conceive, but Cade didn't even know if his father was one of them. Few of them listed their species.

It didn't help that he had school to attend to as well. College proved hard to begin with - especially the more advanced math, something he'd been very good at in high school - but he managed at the roughly the same level as everyone else, despite starting it a little earlier. The problems were really twofold, and the most evident was his increasingly prominent urge to mate. He'd been feeling that since his teenage years, and he had to imagine that it was something he'd inherited from his real- no, not real,_that was the father he'd grown up with. His _biological father. The heavy, almost fist-sized testicles between his legs, yearning to be emptied into a receptive woman.

Sure, he masturbated, like any young man, but the dorm room offered little privacy for that. The walls were thin, as he'd realized that one time with the marten. He shuddered at the thought. She'd been so very enthusiastic, and everyone else in the building had seemingly heard her. Everyone from his neighbours to the janitor, and they'd all made sure to let him know it. There'd been no end to the teasing, and he'd sworn off doing _anything_sexual in his dorm, for a good while. Thus, more often than not he found himself aching for release. That made going to class a very distracted endeavour, with his attention drifting to the women in the room, all in full bloom, as it were. He was too shy to really approach any of them, despite how much his body urged him to. And even if he did, he'd be sure to wear a condom.

The worst days were when someone had forgotten to take their heat blockers, or even to disguise the scent. He could swear some did it on purpose, too, enjoying the effect it had on every male in the room, and doubly so on him.

Still, despite all of it, he most often found his gaze drawn to an island fox. An island vixen, who he had learned was named Violet. She was adorable. Energetic and fearless, and completely unashamed of showing off. A short skirt and tight tank top that hugged her breasts, and from what Cade could tell from short, inconspicuous glances, she wasn't even wearing a bra. The teasing was very intentional, and he suspected it wasn't even directed at him, but god, it worked.

It didn't help that she was smart, too. They hadn't talked much,_but she wasn't afraid of showing off academically, either, which was even more attractive than any amount of revealing clothes, to Cade. At least he told himself that. Really, _everything about her was equally attractive to him. What he knew for sure was that he could barely stop his tail from wagging on its own when she was near. Yet, she was entirely out of his league; he was a hybrid, and didn't think of himself as very handsome. She was the opposite, a purebred fox and practically sparkling with charisma, so he tried his best to subdue the arousal he felt.

There was absolutely no denying that he had a crush on her, though. Not with how often she featured in his dreams, in various states of undress.

The other problem was the irritation of not making any progress in his search for his father. Between constant studies and those other, more carnal distractions, he had precious little time to look for scant clues that might not even exist. The one thing he had learned was that one of the very regular sperm donors at the local bank was an otter, and that was by accident. They'd been talking about random stuff on a break, and one of the wolves had commented on it. Specifically, he'd said he was jealous, since he saw the otter drop by the bank - where he worked to fund his studies - to donate. Two times in a day, once. He seemed both incredibly prolific and very in demand. Not that the wolf himself wasn't, he insisted, with typical masculine bravado, it was just that he had a job to do, and he was a professional.

Of course, it was quite possible that the otter he'd seen was someone else. Or that it was, for example, a mink or a beaver. There weren't many pure otters in the city, and Cade quietly questioned if the wolf would even recognize one. Not to mention how he'd even know if it was his father or not. It wasn't as if they looked anything alike, and if he didn't want to admit to the deed, Cade could never prove it. His mother had never demanded child support, or according to her, even learned the otter's name. All in all, he didn't want to get his hopes up. Still, he had decided to investigate, to try to catch the otter in the act.

At least there was one positive thing he had going on; the swim team. He was the champion of his species category, the All-Canid League. He'd qualified for it despite his hybrid nature, since he was predominantly vulpine, but he had inherited enough traits from his father to allow him to excel at it. A strong tail that he could "wag" underwater to boost his speed. The webbed paws that caught more water with each stroke. And an uncanny ability to hold his breath, allowing him to remain underwater for longer than most when it was required.

Oh, sure, he had to wear loose trunks so as to not put his hefty package on full display, but he was comfortable with that the moment he hit the water. The cool water of the pool swept away all the worries, boosted his confidence, calmed his study-frazzled mind. He'd swum to the top of the league in just a few weeks, despite all the other issues he was facing.

Not that even that didn't get awkward sometimes, shy as he was. Oftentimes, many of the school's female students - and more than a few males, as well - came to watch the all-male team's exercises. Sometimes he even noticed Violet in the crowd, and despite knowing better, he couldn't help but imagine her looking at him. Or, at least, one part of him that left a noticeable outline in his trunks after a swim. He chided himself for imagining it, but in a way, it was comforting despite the childishness of it all, and at least the water always hid his half-swollen sheath.

As long as he wasn't entirely too pent up, anyway, as he'd discovered the only time he lost a race. She'd been in the audience that day, and Cade hadn't had time to give himself any relief. The result had been a disaster, with him thinking more about how her toned body would look if she got knocked up. Those perfect abs overshadowed by an adorable, swollen tummy. He hadn't even noticed what he was doing before he'd already fallen behind, and at that point, his cock was rubbing against the suddenly very tight trunks enough that he had to fight just not to spill his seed in the pool. It had been, as he thought of it, approximately the second-most embarrassing thing he'd ever experience.

The most embarrassing thing, of course, would be meeting his father. That slot was already reserved for when Cade finally cornered him and asked.

Appropriately for a moment when he was imagining the most awkward situation imaginable, his phone rung. His parents, checking up on him again. They never, ever seemed to stop worrying about their "little foxyfluff" living on his own. At least it showed they cared.

"Hey Cade!" his mom chirped, on the enter end. "How's college going?"

"Oh it's fine, it's fine. Kinda challenging, but I'm doing fine. Really!" he replied.

"Good to hear-" she replied, only to get interrupted by her husband, who was listening in as always. "-ask him if he's got a girlfriend yet, tell him about-"

"Sheesh, your father wants to know if you're found a girlfriend yet," she laughed, saying nothing about whatever else Cade's father had wanted to share. He could tell that she was at least as curious as his father was, though, and Cade had no idea why.

"Working on it," Cade replied, forcing himself to sound amused. They'd asked that three times already. He'd deliberately left out that one encounter, which hadn't led to anything anyway.

"Oh, I bet you'll find someone," his mother continued. "Just tell us when you do, and bring her - or him - over!"

"If you two promise to behave," he replied. Now he was amused.

They talked a little more about nothing in particular, the weather in his hometown, that store that always had been there closing due to the owner retiring, a little bit about politics and college debt, something that Cade didn't even want to think about right now.

"Alright mom, gotta go," he finally said. "I have some swimming to do. For the swim team and all, remember?"

"Right right, our poor little foxyfluff is so busy these days," his mother sighed, with feigned drama. Cade knew her too well to take it personally, and after saying their goodbyes, he hung up.

Well, that was that, done for, he expected, approximately a week. Maybe he'd have a girlfriend next time they called. I wish, he added, in his head_._

Today, at least, nobody was watching at the pool, so he had the entire length of the pool purely to himself. Cade managed to do uninterrupted lap after uninterrupted lap, racing from end to end until his arms and legs were burning with exertion and he was so exhausted that he didn't have the energy to feel awkward about anything. Finally, with all that nervous energy spent, he took a moment to just float, gathering his thoughts.

It was a peaceful moment. He thought about his biological father. What kind of person was he, really, to so casually breed so many women? Did he help them cheat on their partners, or was it all agreed upon? What really drove him to do it, beyond lust?

All those questions circled back to himself. Could he be like that too? Did he want to be like that? Happily sinking his cock into every offered, fertile pussy and spurting them full of his seed, only to leave them after that, letting them carry the burden alone? How would it _feel_to be inside a woman, bare, and simply... let go, spilling his seed deep inside them, where it, in a way at least, belonged?

Cade heard a door slam, and nearly got a mouthful of pool water as he scrambled into an upright position. His pure white fur flushed a crimson red around his muzzle when he realized that his cock was painfully erect and proudly tenting the trunks he was wearing. And whoever had walked in had seen it, which was probably why they'd hurriedly left. Which was exactly what he decided to do in turn.

With his hands over his cock, erection unabating despite the embarrassment, he made his way back into the locker room. That was empty too, so whoever had walked in was either hiding, or in the women's locker room instead, a realization that only made Cade feel more awkward despite being exhausted.

He sighed, leaning against the lockers and looking down at his treacherous shaft, still eagerly bobbing in the air at the mere thought of being put to its proper use. He didn't really have time to take care of it, since the wolf - upon much questioning - had finally conceded that the otter usually showed up at the "bank" at 6 PM. The clock read 17:03. It'd take him at least half an hour to walk the distance.

Cade sighed again, loudly yet only to himself, splashing some cold water on his face after getting dressed and stuffing his erect cock into his boxers as best he could. It'd deflate eventually, but the pressure he already felt in his oversized testicles would be bothering him until he relieved it.

If only I was more like my father, he thought, as he left the school behind. Whoever it was, he certainly never had to stay pent up for long. Then again, is it really worth it?

He walked down the street, losing track of time as he did, until he finally arrived at what he thought was the right place. There was no grand sign advertising the place, though it wasn't as if Cade had been _expecting_one. Still, he'd expected something more than a nondescript door with the smallest of signs on it, reading "New Life Fertility Clinic". He hesitated in front of it for a moment, unsure if he actually wanted to go in, double-checking that he'd at least gone soft, and as he tended to do, overthinking it.

The concept of it all seemed strange to him. But, he supposed, it was probably a good way to conceive for those women whose partners couldn't help them. What he questioned was the attitude of the donors; were they all doing it because it turned them on, or was there a genuine intent to help?

He pulled the door open and stepped inside.

It looked like any doctor's office, which was a relief. Cramped, but clean, with a couple of men patiently sitting in the waiting area. The desk was manned by a rather pregnant deer, which seemed appropriate. The sight of her sent a thrill of desire down Cade's spine, but for once, he managed to ignore it. This was business, and important at that.

"Here to make a donation?" she asked, cheerfully.

"N-no, I'm just here to-" Cade replied. "-to meet someone. Would it be okay if I sat down?"

"Strange place to meet someone, but suit yourself," the deer grinned. "You look adorable, though. Barring any genetic defects, you'd have any number of women wanting to have your kits."

Cade blushed again.

"And..." she continued, shamelessly staring at him, with a surprisingly predatory look in her eyes. "Very well equipped to do it, too," the deer added with a low, husky whisper. Cade followed her gaze and realize she was staring at his crotch. He wasn't hard - and he thanked his lucky stars for that - but his balls still left a noticeable bulge in the fabric.

"Th-thanks, but really- uh, I'm not entirely comfortable with the idea of..." he replied, wishing that someone else would come in and distract the receptionist.

"The idea of someone having your babies?" she grinned. Clearly, she was enjoying this. "Well, there's a first time for everything! It's your natural role as a man, after all. Just fill in a couple of forms and-"

The door opened again and someone stepped inside. Cade turned around and found himself standing face to face with an otter. That _had_to be him.

"Um," Cade spoke. Great first impression. God, how was he going to do this? "I think you might be my father?" Great. Just fantastic. Cade wanted to sink through the floor and hopefully never be seen again.

"Oh? Maybe," the otter smiled. "Well, my name is Matt," he continued, looking at the arctic fox hybrid. He scanned him from top to bottom, and again, for the second time today, someone was staring at his crotch.

Cade watched a grin spread across his broad muzzle. "Yeah, I just might be," the otter added, warmly.

"Well, I wanted to... talk," Cade told him. "About, well, you."

"Sure! Let's just get some privacy," the otter smiled, walking past the fox to address the deer at the reception. "If you don't mind, that is?"

"No no, that's perfectly fine," she answered. "Take donation booth four, just so I remember not to send anyone else there."

"Well? Let's go talk," Matt said. Cade still couldn't believe this might actually be his father. He barely looked older than the fox himself, though he had to be at least thirty-something.

The booth wasn't quite as nice and tidy as the reception. It was even more cramped, with barely enough space for two people to sit down, all too intimately. There were some porn magazines on the bench, presumably to help donors get in the mood, or so Cade figured. He sat down, though, as uncomfortable as it was.

"I just... how would we even know if you're my father? Biological father, I mean," Cade spoke, after a couple of moments of silence.

"We wouldn't without testing," Matt chirped. "But, going by your assets I think it's a safe bet. I'm pretty virile, so it'd make sense if my children are too. And with that I mean, you have pretty sizable balls. Have you put them use yet?"

"Uh, no, that's what I wanted to talk about, kind of. I mean, I just don't understand how you can do this. You know, I don't mind it, but just breeding so many women-" Cade spoke, and realizing that he was babbling, he forced himself to shut up.

"And leaving them to raise the pups? Well, everyone I do_inseminate knows what they're getting into," Matt smiled, with a surprising warmth in his expression, one that suddenly turned bashful. "Well, _nowadays," he added, looking at Cade. "Don't worry, she was very happy with you. I even offered to... maybe that's a topic for another day," he grinned.

"Let's focus. Don't you feel it? The urge to procreate, I mean. Your balls aching to be emptied, to fertilize someone," he continued, over that brief bump of awkwardness. "It sure looks like you got my genes, in that department."

"I do, I do, but... it's just, treating it so casually. Knowing that your pups are growing inside someone, and then just never hearing from them again?" Cade sighed. Oh, did he ever have his father's balls. "I couldn't do that. And I resented you for doing it too, at first. But I guess it was my parents' choice in the end," he conceded.

"Mm-hmm. I suppose it might feel weird at first," Matt replied. His smile never faltered. "But it also feels good. There's a kind of pride to it, and a bit of a power fantasy too, knowing that your seed has taken root, the kind of effect it'll have."

"Yeah, I dunno. I was always taught that you shouldn't have kids outside of marriage. Which is a little ironic because... well, you," Cade sighed. "So why do you do this?"

"Well, it's the satisfaction. Affection, too. And well, you know the third thing. Instincts and lust," the otter continued. "And it's a little addictive too, once you try it. Just embracing your urges and cumming inside someone unprotected. I got an early start," he added, with a hint of bashfulness.

"I guess," Cade replied. It wasn't really the kind of answer he'd been hoping for. Then again, he wasn't sure what kind of answer he _did_want. "Well," he added, standing up, but Matt interrupted him.

"Hold on, while you're here anyway, why not make a donation?" he grinned. "Just to get you used to the idea of someone having your pups. Or kits, as you'd say. So you know that someone, somewhere, will be pregnant with your offspring. We could even make one together so it's a gamble, and you specifically don't know..."

Cade shivered at the idea. It was a pleasant, aroused kind of shiver that resonated through him. He was terribly pent up and needy. Yet, he hesitated.

"Like that cute deer at the reception. I know she wants a lot of children, so she might use your cum, next. Doesn't that excite you? Just thinking of her plunging it deep into herself to get pregnant again," Matt cajoled him, casually undoing his own belt.

The hybrid fox realized that he was hard again. At the thought of cumming into a cup that might one day be used to fertilize someone. He still wasn't sure, but as he watched, his father pulled his pants down and fished out his quite erect cock. Thankfully they had no real parental connection beyond the biological, but it still wasn't exactly a comfortable situation.

"Come now, give it a shot. You look like you could use some relief, and there's no sense in just wasting your seed, knowing what it could be used for," he grinned. "I bet you like the idea already. And it'll be a 50-50 chance at most, so if you don't like it, you'll never know anyway." 50-50 every time they use it, anyway. He didn't say the last part out loud.

Yeah. Somehow, that made sense. Cade had to admit that the thought had him extremely aroused, too, with how strong his breeding instinct was. Matt flipped open one of the magazines, each page generously illustrated by couples mating in various positions, and plenty of shots of the results. Thick, pearly cum oozing out of pleased, satisfied pussies.

Cade choked a little, but he did slowly begin to undo his own pants, even as Matt kept talking, coaxing him further.

"So that's what I'd like you to do. Imagine that, and cum in the donation jar with me," he grinned. "Then maybe you'll understand me better. And go home pretty satisfied, I think."

Cade fished out his erect shaft. When he looked for the jar Matt was talking about, he also caught a brief glimpse of his balls. Yep. He had to conclude this was indeed his father, at least if that size was anything to go by. He still wasn't entirely on board with it, but why had he even come this far if he was just going to ignore his father's advice?

He began to slowly pump at his slick length, letting the pressure start building up with each little twang of pleasure. He imagined how it'd feel, in more detail than ever before, if he had someone - Violet, for example - with her warmth wrapped around his bare shaft, nothing between them. His stroking quickened as he pictured it in great detail, almost feeling every little clench, hearing her whimper and moan as he thrust into her, not having to worry about pulling out when he got close. No, better than that, rutting her and intending to seed her, seed her with every drop of cum in his balls.

And beyond that, how the aftermath would be. His little swimmers finding her eggs and setting off that beautiful, irreversible chain reaction. Her belly would swell with life and her breasts with milk, all because of their moment of ecstasy together. Then, new life would be born, and she'd hopefully want to do it over and over again.

Cade loved it, trying to not remind himself that he was simply trying to masturbate into a jar. He loved that fantasy almost to the point of obsession, panting as he dreamt of fertilizing his classmate, and yet, that nagging voice in the back of his head never went away fully, at least not in this setting. It kept reminding him of how irresponsible it'd be to give in, at such a young age, even if both partners wanted nothing more than to share that beautiful moment together. He kept pumping his shaft, feeling it - and his knot - swell a little further in his grasp, heavy balls tightening in response to the constant stimulation.

Cade heard a grunt as Matt came, his thick, plentiful seed splattering into the jar. He was close, himself. Past the point of no return, with how that sweet, agonizing pressure was growing in his heaving balls. He opened his eyes and pointed his tip at the jar, preparing to spill his seed. Preparing to, in some unknown future, let his cum knock someone up. His breath hitched as he careened towards his climax.

"Do it, breed her," Matt groaned as he squeezed the last few drops of his own cum out, somehow knowing exactly what his son was fantasizing about. Maybe it ran in the family. "Cum inside her and get her pregnant."

He did. A heavy rope of cum shot from his flexing cock, thick and rich with how pent up he was, landing in the jar, then another, and another, as Cade came hard enough to make his tail curl. In his mind's eye he was buried deep inside Violet, tied with the fertile vixen, the both of them moaning in unison as he pumped every drop of his potent seed into her.

"Good boy," he heard the otter whisper, somewhere far in the distance, beyond the blinding pleasure. It sent a shiver down his spine. He would have children, soon. He didn't know when, but he couldn't stop cumming before the jar was almost overflowing, his warm seed mingling with his father's.

When his orgasm finally ebbed, those throbs and twitches fading into a warm, tingling thrum, Cade opened his eyes to see Matt pushing the cum-filled jar through the collection slot in the wall. "Just so you don't have any second thoughts," he grinned, continuing excitedly. "You took a risk, and maybe one day you'll see the results. So, how does it feel?"

Cade couldn't really deny that it felt amazing, just knowing that. He felt.. proud. Warm, Tingly from head to toe with the afterglow, and he couldn't remember cumming quite that hard before. He felt satisfied, and at least to a degree, that constant gnawing pressure was gone from his loins. Satisfied, but in a way, also worried. If just knowing felt this good, what would actually breeding someone in person be? And could he ever go back?

"I feel pretty good," he finally replied, surprised at just how cheerful his voice sounded.

"See? I told you it was addictive. Now we just need to get you working with it more directly. Once you've really cum inside someone, you'll definitely be hooked," Matt smiled. "Just gotta get over that hump."

As dazed with pleasure as the half-fox was, he wasn't entirely sure about that. Right now, he felt like he wouldn't need to cum for a week. Certainly not badly enough that he'd make this a sure thing, knocking someone up. At least this way he could pretend it wasn't him, if he ever came to regret knowing it.

Still, he nodded dumbly to Matt.

"Great. Toss me your phone number? We should probably stay in touch. I mean, you are my son and all," he giggled. "Plus I might be able to arrange something to get you started," he added, but only _after_Cade had already shared his number.

"Well uh- I'm not sure if I want that­-" he protested, but Matt was already getting dressed.

"Oh, sure you do. Just wait a day! You'll be so desperate to breed that you'd do... well, what I do! Plus you'll get to make a lot of ladies very happy."

And with that, he was out, leaving the arctic fox there with his pants still down, and cock only now slowly softening. Probably has an appointment with someone. Cade gently wiped the remaining droplet of cum from his slit and got dressed, following him out of the building. The receptionist, of course, shot him a knowing smile that made him blush all the way up to his ears.

Still, he felt as though he was walking on clouds every step of the way home, his mind clearer than it'd been in a long time, and ended up staying up a few hours too long catching up on assignments before finally heading to bed. He fell asleep almost immediately, and as far as he knew, didn't dream. All it was, was pure, satisfied rest.

Then, he woke up with unrelenting morning wood. The fox sat up, saw his shaft tenting the sheets, and collapsed back into his bed with a defeated sigh. Well, that didn't last long, he told himself. Still, he couldn't possibly be fully ready to go again, and the need would at least be _subdued_for a few days. Or so he hoped, trying his best not to think about anything related to last night's events. No, as far as he was concerned, that was a closed chapter entirely. Well, it wasn't, but he could pretend it was for a little while longer, as he went about his classes and studies.

This week, he'd have to pass one final qualifier for the swim team. Sure, he already held the records, but they had another race coming up to see who had actually maintained their form since college started. That was one more thing to worry about, but then again, he'd confronted his father. Cade felt like he could do just about anything.

The problem was just that, being a young man, it didn't take long for him to be back in that state he'd been in just a few days ago. Once again he found himself distracted with thoughts of breeding, and unlike previous times, just masturbating seemed less effective than before. It barely satisfied him at all, merely taking the edge off so he could handle those urges. Even as he sat in class, he caught himself thinking of going to the sperm bank again, only alone this time, which would all but guarantee that he knocked someone up, even if by proxy.

It was better than being distracted by every hint of a feminine curve, and every whiff of a poorly-concealed heat that he came across, at least. He cursed his own indecisiveness, but without someone egging him on, he struggled to make a decision either way. He was lonely. The only person he could really talk to about this would be his father, and Cade already knew what he'd say.

Would be a good way to clear my mind for the qualifiers, though.

He passed by Violet again on the way to one of his classes, immediately wondering if he should at least try to ask her out. Obviously she'd not let him put his pups in her immediately, and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to, but that wasn't the only reason he was tempted, just the most carnal one. How would he even do it? Invite her over to... watch him practice his breaststroke? No, that was entirely too self-absorbed.

She was long gone before he'd arrived at any kind of conclusion.

That evening, Cade took a long time to really examine himself in the mirror. Yeah. He definitely had his father's nose. And, as awkward as that was to think about, his balls. Tail, too. And webbed digits. Otherwise, he looked just like any other arctic fox, his fur a pure white, if ever so slightly more waterproof than the average vulpine. He didn't look _that_bad, he figured, brushing his fingers through the particularly fluffy fur on his chest. Plus that receptionist at the bank had even seemed to think he was attractive.

Maybe she'd be there again to boost his self-confidence.

Cade tried to study, even to motivate himself to do another round of exercise in the pool, but found his motivation lacking. His scholastic motivation, at any rate. Another part of him was painfully energetic, pressing against his pants eagerly. It seemed his earlier excitement had only _strengthened_his drive to breed, and the thought worried him a little. If he kept giving in, would be become just like his father? Would that be a bad thing?

No matter what his anxious mind said, though, his body had clearly thought it was a good thing, he reasoned. What was that thing the ancient Greeks - or maybe the Romans - had said? They'd repeated it at the start of his term. Mens sana in corpore sano? Healthy mind in a healthy body. So for him to be at his healthiest, he'd have to keep his body happy too, Cade figured, his paw absentmindedly wandering down to squeeze that bulge. It was all strange, horny logic, but with the hold that instinct to breed had over him, it made sense.

So, guided to no small degree by his smaller head, he made up his mind to at least visit the bank again. After all, he wouldn't have to do anything that he might regret. Plus, a walk and some fresh air would only do him good. Healthy body and all.

He brushed his fur diligently, adjusted his clothes so they sat nicely on his lithe body, and set off. By the time he arrived, it was almost eight in the evening, and the whole place was empty. Well, the reception area was, the booths could've been occupied.

And of course, the deer was there. She looked much the same as the last time, except that she was initially distracted with whatever she was reading on the computer. Her attention, and gaze, quickly focused on the fox, however.

"Oh, it's you again," she smiled. "Had a good time with Matt? Kind of a weird place to meet up, but... ooh," she continued, eyes widening at the sudden realization. "You're one of his sons, aren't you? That's adorable."

"Y-yeah, I am," Cade replied. "I just found him. That was the first time we actually met."

"Yep, that's totally adorable," she replied. "Following in his footsteps then?"

"Well, no, I was just thinking if... if I could make a donation," Cade sighed. "I mean I've been feeling those urges I think he gets, but I'm just kind of unsure. Maybe I shouldn't have come."

"Bah, a handsome fox like you deserves to breed a lot. Besides, it feels great for us too. At least I like being pregnant," she grinned. Her immediate intimacy was a little disconcerting. "All warm and fuzzy, and... well, motherly," she added. After a quick glance around the room to make sure nobody else was around, she gave one of her swollen breasts a quick, suggestive squeeze. "Gets you all sensitive too. And horny. Why wouldn't you want to give that gift to every woman you meet? Or some you don't even meet, being here."

Her words were certainly having an effect on the young fox. He could feel his pants growing tighter as his cock slipped free. "Yeah, but..." he continued.

"You're way too cute. A lot of young men hesitate to become fathers, you know. Even if it's via a donation, but you really should get used to the idea. Hm, I have an idea," she grinned, and then stood up. That was the first time Cade saw all of her. Enormous belly - the deer must've been almost at full term - and her entirely too short skirt, normally conveniently hidden behind the desk. So short, in fact, that the fox could see her panties. His breath stuttered as he was torn between anxiety and overwhelming lust.

"I'll help you get started," she smiled, taking his hand. "Let's make a good daddy out of you."

Granted, this wasn't exactly how she was supposed to do it. There was supposed to be a month-long screening process, but she'd never been the type to follow the rules to the letter, something that she'd embraced just moments before getting pregnant on the job. The young fox was just too delicious not to help, and she'd already decided to swap his samples for someone else's, someone who was already registered. They'd do the screening _next_time.

She couldn't know that Cade's father had already gotten started on it, of course. But this was going to be a guaranteed thing, now. Not just a chance. Yet, he obediently followed the deer as she waddled to the closest donation booth, humming merrily as she went.

"Yeah, walking gets a little hard. But that's really not too bad, it can't all be positive after all, or we'd have way too many babies," she giggled. "Mm, I wanted to see this part of you since your first visit. We _really_have to put those puppies to their proper use."

She shamelessly groped Cade's crotch, almost making him choke, the moment they got into the booth and closed the door.

"Get those pants off and just relax, I'll do the rest. I've got a lot of experience with milking men of their seed," she said, flashing him another knowing grin.. "And some extra assets to help."

Cade fumbled with his pants. This was his second ever time with a woman, and the nervousness was just as bad as the first. And then, he froze, seeing the deer unbutton her shirt, letting those heavy, maternal breasts spill out. He stared.

"Just imagine, you could give lots of women tits like this," she laughed, clearly enjoying the fox's wide-eyed reaction. "And all you have to do is cum inside us. Isn't that nice? Of course today you'll be cumming in the sample jar. But feel free to stare."

"Okay," Cade huffed. He finally managed to undo his belt and, hooking his thumbs into his boxers, pulled both down to his knees. The deer licked her lips, not looking as much at his proudly erect length as she was the heavy, less often admired orbs just beneath it.

She reached over to caress them again, visibly shivering with excitement, and Cade's shaft bucked in response. He didn't mind her greedy inappropriateness too much. After all, he was enjoying her heaving breasts just as much.

The deer thumbed at his sheath, her other hand slipping up to wrap around his cock while the other kept gently massaging his sack. "Mh. You'll be such a handsome stud once we get you into it," she whispered. Then, her silken hands began to move, slowly and gently stroking along his length, her fingers almost pinching his tip with each smooth motion.

Cade let out one loud groan, and then clamped a hand over his muzzle. The embarrassment of it did nothing to make her touch any less intoxicating, though, and soon his hips were gently rocking back into that wonderful caress. How good she was at it told Cade that this was something she did fairly often, every one of her little squeezes around his rapidly swelling knot and each little circle her fingers traced along the underside carefully considered for his pleasure. Soon, he was drooling precum over her hand, which seemed to please her to no end.

"...and you'll make so many women happy," she continued. The stroking sounded wet, now. Slippery, with each pump, with Cade moaning into his hand. "Just relax and embrace it. Let these sexy balls do the thinking for you, and spread your seed," she huffed. It was more than a little obvious that the thought turned her on too, possibly more than it excited Cade, but each word was like honey to his ears. "After we're done here, I want you to breed someone in person, in a few days. I'm sure you have at least one person in mind. You know it's going to feel heavenly..."

After that, she fell quiet for a few minutes, continuing that almost torturously delicate pumping, only increasing her pace ever so slightly. She was keeping him on the edge, to the point Cade was actively thrusting into her grasp, and yet every time he got close to passing the point of no return, she stopped, only to continue after he'd calmed down.

"We're just trying to get as much cum out of you as possible. You know you get more virile if you let it build up for a bit," she smiled. "And we want to make sure that someone has your babies."

Suddenly, as it motivated by her own dirty talk, she sped up, grabbing the jar and holding it just against Cade's tip. He groaned again, feeling that sweet pressure building up.

"Alright, cum for me, and we'll make a daddy out of you," she purred. "I'll make sure those beautiful little swimmers of yours get to do their job. Just imagine it, their belly growing with your babies, all because of you spilling your seed for me."

Cade's head swam with pleasure. He was going to be a father, for sure this time. It wouldn't be with anyone he knew, either - just someone, anyone, who wanted to get pregnant. That was when he really understood what motivated his father. The last time had been a hint at it, but now, he realized that he wanted it. Needed it.

His cock bucked in the deer's grasp, and she let out a surprised, hissing gasp as the first thick, pearly rope of his cum spurted into the jar. He was whimpering¸ feverishly thrusting against her, swollen knot bumping against her fingers, as he gave the deer everything he had, every drop of cum for her to put to proper use.

"Such a good, productive boy," she whispered, holding the jar against his tip snugly, making sure not a single drop spilled. Even once his orgasm ebbed, she kept it there, stroking along his shaft to squeeze out whatever remained. Once he was finally empty, she quickly sealed it, admiring the results like a farmer proudly looking at his harvest. "You did great. We'll get like twenty uses out of this. Don't forget what I said though, I want you to breed someone in person, next. And I'll be here to take care of any overflow..." she grinned.

Did she say twenty uses? Ah, it didn't matter. Cade's head felt like it was full of cotton. No, clouds, definitely clouds, refreshing and fluffy, not allowing for much thinking at all. He nodded dumbly, his whole body aglow with that same, addictive satisfaction..

"It's almost closing time," the deer smiled warmly, buttoning up her shirt again. "In fact I think it's a bit past that, but totally worth it to introduce someone new to the joys of fatherhood. In a week tops you'll have your kits growing inside someone..."

Cade nodded again. Yeah, that sounded good. He stuffed his erection back into his pants, having to will himself to soften even after that massive release, and after a surprise hug from the receptionist - he almost got excited again feeling her pregnant belly rub against him - he said his goodbyes and stumbled his way home, walking on those same happy, fluffy clouds the whole way.

The next day, he was still motivated and focused enough that when the time for his last swim team qualifier came, he wasn't even worried, only_engaged._ He felt more in touch with every part of himself than ever, entirely confident in his ability as he stood there by the poolside, waiting for the team leader to start the race.

It was taking a while, though. Some of the other participants were a few minutes late and everyone had to be accounted for before it could start. Looking around, he noticed Violet in the small audience that the qualifying races always drew, again. Maybe she just liked watching sports, Cade figured. He wasn't much for watching, personally, though sometimes he did watch women's gymnastics for... well, more lecherous reasons. It didn't really turn him on, but there was a kind of pleasant aesthetic to it. He simply appreciated the female form. Maybe it was like that for the island fox too. Cade would have to approach her eventually.

"Okay, everyone's here," the swimming coach finally shouted. "Half tempted to add a second or two as penalty for y'all come-latelies, but I'm feeling generous today. It'll be a normal race. The best times will represent us in the championships. Ready? Three, two..."

Cade narrowed down his focus to just the water before him. And then, when the coach said "go," he was in it. He used a standard stroke like the other canines, rather than swimming in a more otterlike way, but his strong tail provided him more thrust, webbed paws pulling him through the water faster than the others. Alone, it wouldn't be enough, but he was uniquely motivated. The last day's experience had, somehow, grounded him. It was that comfort that let him get a head start, fully embracing those mustelid instincts as he took an early lead, kicking off the back end of the pool just before the others even reached it.

Perfectly at ease, he finished several seconds before the others, and that was it. A modest applause from their little audience, as he climbed out of the pool. Someone even yelled "Go Cade!" but he wasn't sure _who_exactly. He hoped it was Violet, but that was probably too much to hope for.

Still, he was delighted to stand there, triumphant, with adrenaline and dopamine thrumming through his body in beautiful harmony, even if the actual championships would be much more of a challenge. There were more hybrids than just him in the world, and even canines far more suited to the water than the ones he raced here. He let himself enjoy that for just a moment, before going to get dressed and ready for more studious pursuits. Sadly, the university had those too.

Later that day, Cade's phone chimed with an incoming message, and he lazily picked it up. His entire body was sore after the earlier exercise, and that previous satisfaction was all but gone. He could _entirely_understand why his father acted the way he did, now, already fighting the urge to go the sperm bank to make a donation by himself. Again. And he'd gone there _yesterday._If he could've done it convincingly, he'd have slapped himself.

He wouldn't have an opportunity to do so, of course. The message was from Matt.

"Hey. Wanna come over in the evening, 7 pm or so?" he'd typed. "Trust me, you'll like this."

Ugh. If there was one thing that Cade disliked, it was stuff like that. What exactly would they be doing? He had no idea.

"It's bring your son to work day! We'll meet at my house," read the second, sent shortly after the first. So a day at work, starting in the evening? Did Matt work nights, then?

It would, at least, be a good idea for some of that networking that his more pragmatically inclined teachers kept stressing. Maybe he'd get his foot in the door wherever Matt worked. Going by how he dressed, spoke, and looked, it was probably some office somewhere, and that'd make for an excellent first job after his studies were done.

"I'll be there," he replied.

There was a faint nagging suspicion that it'd be something else entirely in the back of his head, but it was a pleasant one, and his body wouldn't quite let him worry about it. If it was the kind of surprise that his subconscious mind expected, it was exactly what he needed.

He had to take the bus to Matt's home. He lived just at the edge of the city, but at least the neighbourhood seemed nice. Fairly average white picket fence suburb, with nothing remarkable about it. Every house looked just about the same, which was probably what Matt wanted. What he did in his free time was rather frowned upon by polite society, after all - even if everyone he did it with loved every moment of it.

Then again, did they? Or did they just love the act, even if the consequences were less enticing? That was, Cade realized, what was really at the centre of his hang-up. He had a hard time imagining anyone enjoying getting pregnant, as sexy as it looked. Then again, the receptionist deer had seemed genuinely happy, even talking as if she loved the feeling of it alone. And giving that gift to someone felt _amazing,_even if it was just via a sperm bank...

Cade knocked on his father's door, and he was there in a couple of seconds, clad much more simply than last time, with only a tank top and shorts on his sleek, brown-furred body. "Oh, hey," he chirped. "Got here just in time, come on in. Want some coffee, or...?"

"I'm alright," Cade replied. There was a kind of sweet scent in the air, something that made his sinuses tingle as he breathed it in. Not drugs, he didn't think, more like an almost cloyingly sweet, musky - but very light, just on the edge of his senses - incense. On some level, he knew what it was. He'd definitely smelled it before, but he struggled to connect the dots. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it was the opposite, making him want a stronger sniff of it.

"Have a glass of water, at least," Matt grinned, pouring him one. Cade couldn't really deny that, so he took the glass and sipped the water inside. It seemed to have that sweet, barely noticeable scent to it too, but then again, that could've the air influencing his tastebuds.

"So I was thinking," Matt continued. "Since you've already taken the first step, I figured I'd get you a surprise."

Before he knew it, Cade had drunk the entire glass. His thoughts were starting to feel fuzzy, and he realized why, now. He was starting to get aroused again, for no reason. "What surprise?" he asked.

"Just follow me," his father replied, leading him to a different room. The bedroom, it turned out. What Cade saw there almost made his heart stop.

Violet. Naked, sprawled out on Matt's bed.

"This cute friend of yours just went into heat the other day," Matt explained, to his dumbfounded son. "And she came to me to get that taken care of, but we talked a bit and she said she'd been fantasizing about a boy in her class."

Violet blushed with a quiet "yeah". Hard. She was red as a beet, her eyes fixated on Cade to look for any kind of reaction. There wasn't one; he was just about frozen, beyond his eyes greedily drinking in the soft swell of his classmate's breasts, her small, perky nipples, and that visible dampness between her legs. Her fertility was what the scent was, he slowly realized. She was in heat, and it was having a very obvious effect on him.

Was he drooling? He hoped he wasn't.

"And with some more digging I found out that it was you," Matt smiled. "And that you're really bad at picking up on her flirting, but I decided I just couldn't rob you of your first proper breeding," he beamed.

Violet sat up, and then leaned back, spreading her legs. Cade realized he was definitely drooling. Just not from his mouth. It felt like a dream, a wet one, or a movie he was starring in. It couldn't possibly be real. But then, Violet spoke.

"Mh, he's... right, I just really, really want to get knocked up," she purred, ears folding back as she admitted it. "I didn't want to admit it at first but... well, Matt convinced me, when we chatted about it. And I want you to be the one to do it," she continued, eyes half-lidded as she addressed Cade. "I mean... if you're... okay with it."

"Yeah, I told her all about how good it'd feel to get bred, and how cute she'd look like that, the envy of all her classmates," Matt grinned. "Well, get to it, son. Get those clothes off and give her that litter she needs."

As if in a trance, Cade was already undressing. This was it. He already had one baby, somewhere. Maybe two. This, though, would seal the deal. He'd get to watch as Violet's belly grew, see every effect his cum would have on her fertile body. His mouth felt dry, conflicted instincts screaming in his mind, but his body wouldn't take no for an answer.

There was something so delightfully taboo about it. His whole life Cade had been told not to have unprotected sex. And here he was, his cock bare and ready, about to sink into someone who was not only unprotected, but in heat. He climbed onto the bed, trembling as he positioned himself between Violet's legs. She closed her eyes, breathing shallowly in anticipation.

"Just... just tell me if you want me to... stop," he huffed. He could still pull out, too. That responsible adult side of him wasn't entirely subdued. Maybe he would, but he'd at least enjoy this for a while. His mouth gaped in a silent moan as his tapered cockhead brushed over the fox's folds. She felt incredibly hot, feverish even, and this close to her, Cade could smell not only her heat but her perfume too.

I should stop. The bank is one thing but this, I'll actually have to take care of, if she asks. I'm not ready to be a-

His hips bucked on pure instinct, and his shaft spread her open. It was bliss. That warm, wet tightness engulfing his cock was like his own personal slice of heaven. In the moment, it was like all his life had been leading up to this. Not just sex, but with Violet. Bare, natural, fertile. He moaned again, with a desperate kind of need. It was impossible to resist that natural embrace. His shaft throbbed inside her as he buried another inch into that luscious, beautiful sensation, plentiful precum mingling with her wetness.

With how her hips were raised, that was probably enough, Matt figured. If his son had inherited his virility at all, his precum would be laden with sperm. He grinned to himself. Too late to back out now. That was precisely what Cade's parents had wanted to warn him about, in case he did get a girlfriend. Well, not including Matt. Still, to really get him into it, the otter wanted his son to finish, to fully experience the beauty of breeding. He stood by, watching proudly, and ready to "assist" in case he hesitated again. Really, it was for his own good; after this, he'd never hesitate again.

"God, I've -nh- I've wanted this for so long," Violent groaned, and her inner muscles squeezed around Cade's shaft. Briefly, he was afraid he'd cum then and there, but he managed to hold off. "M-maybe I didn't want it bare, but... gh, just fuck me," she commanded, so deep in her heat that every action was automatic, all towards the same, inevitable result. "Breed me!"

Cade began to thrust, his tail curling as he finally moved his hips properly. The rhythm came naturally, but he'd never felt this kind of slick heat around him. Knowing what it was only made it more erotic, and knowing who it was, doubly so. He growled as that sensitive knot, soon about to swell, was caressed by his lover in turn, with each thrust. He could feel his heavy balls bumping against her upturned ass each time he hilted, his seed already boiling within, eager to be drained into the eager fox.

It didn't take long at all for Violet to hit her first climax, her body instinctively reacting to Cade's sperm leaking into her with his precum. Neither of them knew it, consciously, but she let out a rasping moan, her back arching, hips thrusting clumsily back against the knotted breeding rod buried into her, riding out her orgasm as her writhing body rewarded the both of them for mating. Cade bit his lip, feeling those rhythmic squeezes, each teasing him a little closer to inseminating the young, beautiful fox properly.

He let out a gasp in turn as he thrust in, bumping against something deep inside her - her cervix, he realized - and then couldn't pull out immediately. With a mighty wrench of his hips, his swelling bulb popped out again. The moment struck some clarity into his mind. No matter how good this felt, he couldn't let it happen. Yes, he wanted Violet as his mate, but this was pure, dumb instinct. Neither of them were thinking clearly. He'd just go for a little longer, give her another orgasm or two, and then pull out. If they wanted to have a baby, they'd do it consciously, not like animals. Violet's melodic moans and begging words were hard to resist, though.

"D-do it! Cum inside me! Make me a mother," she babbled, mind awash with pleasure. A full surrender to baser instincts. One that Cade was dangerously close to experiencing himself, feeling his cock buck in response. He hoped that was just precum. With how fertile she must've been, a single drop would be enough.

As if sensing his son's hesitation, Matt stood ready, watching the beautiful display. Shamelessly, he watched Cade's movements, keeping an eye on when he was about to pass the point of no return. And there it was; his balls tightening, that blissed-out look of pleasure in his eyes, the telltale tremble that shot through his body. He placed a hand on Cade's hips, and gave nature the slightest, helpful push.

Cade's knot sunk into Violet's clutching passage and swelled to its full size, tying the two together, keeping his cockhead pointed snugly against her receptive womb. No- fuck- ngh!

Being knotted set Violet off again, her voice a rambling, lust-filled stream of joyous squeals as her body milked the hybrid cock buried inside her, begging for Cade to plant his seed inside her both physically and verbally. And this time, he couldn't hold back. He tried, feeling his cum rise through his balls, but the first orgasmic throb was what finally dissolved all doubt. This was what he was made for.

He growled triumphantly as the next throb forced his seed out through his cock and deep into the fertile fox, splattering thickly against her cervix, and with gravity helping, seeping through. He'd never felt that good before, not ever, tears falling from his eyes as he spilled his seed into Violet, relishing each convulsive spurt. He clutched at Violet's hips and almost doubled her over, tilting her hips straight up to make sure it'd all reach her womb, even as his lips found hers, taking her into a passionate, ecstatic kiss. The two young lovers moaned in unison as the stud finally did his duty, giving her every last drop of his potent cum, knot and gravity both all but guaranteeing that it'd take.

And it all felt so wonderfully right.

As with all good things, it ended, eventually, leaving them both dazed, gazing into each other's eyes, slowly coming to terms with what they'd done. Yet, neither felt anything but immense contentedness, a deep primal glow of satisfaction, one that they'd both remember for life, and relive over and over, as many times as possible.

"We'll... we'll raise them together," Cade huffed.

"Mmh, yes. God, I love you," Violet purred. Maybe it wasn't real love yet, but it'd grow into that, just as her formerly flat belly grew into a proud display of her impending pregnancy.

"I- I love you too," Cade murmured in response, kissing her again, before his muzzle snuck lower on her body, lips latching over one of her perky nipples. She shivered in response, already imagining how it'd feel to nurse their pups.

"Good job, you two," Matt beamed. At some point he'd cum all over his hand. The show had been incredibly hot, reminding him, almost, of his younger years - only he had successfully pulled out, not that it'd helped. That'd been what really got him into doing what he did, and he was happy to guide his son to follow in his footsteps. "Maybe you'll have more pups than me, in the end," he added with a grin that neither of the two lovers saw.

"Mf. I want to watch, next time," Violet whispered. She'd never been possessive, nor shy, and the idea of Cade breeding others _as well_excited her enough that she felt a twinge of lust even through the afterglow. "W-watch you do this to your next... nh-"

She was silenced by yet another kiss, and the next word to come out was a moan, instead, as Cade began to rock his hips again. Oh, there was no doubt his little swimmers had found her eggs already. But he was going to make sure of it.

Matt left the two alone, letting them do what young lovers did best; fuck like rabbits, with no worries or anxieties to get in the way of their union. Somewhere deep inside Violet's fallopian tubes, the two joined inextricably, permanently, as her body welcomed his seed.

And so it went. When her pregnancy test showed a positive, she was overjoyed rather than frightened, and when it began to show, she'd not stop teasing Cade until the two mated again, and again. Would they struggle to raise a whole litter of kits while studying? Maybe. But none of that mattered, they'd get through it together. With his instincts in full bloom, and with Violet's encouragement, by the end of the year, Cade had already lost count of how many women he'd bred, many with his new, pregnant mate watching.

He was happy. And he finally, finally understood his father.