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The otter rubbed her belly. Yep. She was starting to show, wasn't she? A distinct bump had formed in her belly over the last couple of months, and she didn't really need a test to figure out what'd happened. This was what always happened if you let men slide inside you unprotected, especially if you were in heat. If you kept planting seeds, there'd always be a harvest eventually. Birds and bees and all that. It hadn't helped that she'd kept his cum inside her for so long, either, out of necessity if not outright desire, but the damage, such as it was, had clearly been done.

She didn't mind, in the end. Being pregnant was kind of nice. She enjoyed having the slightly bigger, tender breasts, and the belly was rather sexy too, at least until the very end when she'd really struggle to go anywhere. There was a kind of naughtiness to it, being visibly pregnant without having a visible boyfriend, but then again, it wasn't that unusual.

Raising an actual kid would be annoying, but it could be worse. At least she wasn't a human, about to get sentenced to eighteen years of child-rearing. No, otters reached adulthood pretty fast, and until then, they were pretty adorable too. It wasn't all bad. Just a little annoying, getting in the way of doing other things she'd rather be doing, like working on her hobbies, or perhaps having a drink or two on the weekends. At least she'd be able to take some walks until the very end of it.

Still, she was annoyed. Half of that annoyance though, as she admired her early pregnant form in the mirror, came from the very same urge that'd left her in this state to begin with. Getting properly knocked up left her really horny. Her thighs were a sodden mess of arousal, her nipples aching to be touched - and sucked - already, and her pussy, puffy with desire, in particular constantly drooling at the prospect of getting filled with cock again, as if it'd even _do_anything at this point. In the absence of having an actual cock handy, she'd settled for just using her trusty canine toy, knot and all, but it just wasn't the same.

She was already pregnant, so why the horniness? Well, it was one of the great mysteries of femininity. The body didn't always make sense. Something something hormones, something something bonding, she sighed inwardly and self-consciously, and then moaned out loud when she pinched one of her nipples.God, I'm dripping like a faucet, aren't I? A quick exploratory grope later and that was confirmed, her arousal having left her palm outright wet.

Traditionally, after putting a woman in this state, it'd be the partner's responsibility to take care of her needs. Complicating that was the fact that the otter didn't exactly have a partner at the moment, but what she did have was a friend. That friend would be Rick, the very same one who'd fucked some babies into her that one morning at the office. The fox-shark hybrid. Idly, the otter wondered if the pups would have otter tails or shark tails, before dropping that line of thought. There were more urgent matters to consider.

He'd been very_eager to cum inside her while she was at her most fertile. It was only fair that he'd get to repeat that now that _she in turn wanted to be filled with cum, wouldn't it? The otter watched her reflection smirk back at her, seemingly agreeing. It was fair. No doubt he'd shoulder that responsibility pretty happily. There was one more issue complicating things, though. Being pregnant left her absolutely ravenous. Men, as fun as they were, tended to only be good for one, or if lucky a whole two orgasms before they lost interest. She felt like she could use a few dozen good climaxes to clear her mind a little.

Rick, she deduced, would probably need some encouragement. A small responsibility compared to all those species who were stuck with children long enough to severely impact their lives, but a responsibility nonetheless. The otter typed up a small, cute message, asking him to come over, and then deleted it. Might as well use proper bait.

With that decided, she had a shower - unable to resist teasing her stiff, pleasantly tingling clit with the showerhead until a shuddering mini-orgasm took the edge of her arousal off - and then, after towelling herself dry, hopped into bed. The lighting was good, she looked wet and ready still, perfect.

She snapped a picture of her puffy folds, and then another where she was splaying herself open, a finger poised to slip inside. That should do it. What to write? She thought of going for the classic feeling cute, might delete later, before settling for a more straight-forward "Wanna come over?", and then clicked send, giggling to herself as she imagined Rick's face looking when he received it.

With the bait set, she quickly got dressed, pulling on a sleek black dress that was tight enough to leave her growing belly rather obviously on display. One that'd soon get too tight to actually wear and then get replaced by loose maternity dresses. Until then, she'd enjoy showing off some extra curves.

Finally, the otter dug through her drawers to find come cuffs, or as she liked thinking of them as, encouragement. Just so he'd not go anywhere once his own desires had been satisfied. Eventually biology would probably force him to go soft, but by that point, the otter figured she should be pretty thoroughly sated too.

Her phone vibrated. "OMW!" the message said. Not even a picture of how hard she got him. _Hmph._He'd just have to demonstrate that when he actually arrived. It wouldn't be too long, which gave her just the time she needed to do some preparation, like fastening the cuffs to her bed and then hiding them so as to not give the game away, and then applying some makeup to emphasize that flustered, sex-starved look. A brush of highlighter here and there on her snout, a little bit of eyeliner for that smoky gaze, and...

The doorbell rang. It was like clockwork, really. She knew that from experience already, but it never stopped fascinating her how the clarion call of sex was like a magnet for men in general, and especially the really horny men, like Rick.

He greeted the otter as he arrived with a wide grin on his face. That cocky, half-smug grin of knowing he was going to get to fuck her. It was pretty hot. Certainly, the prospect of letting him have his way with her excited the otter, too. There was all too that familiar tingling and clenching as he pressed himself against her. Today, though, he'd be at it for a little longer than usual. Those pregnant cravings weren't going to satisfy themselves, after all.

Rick traced his fingers over her belly, and she felt him twitch against her rump as he did. That familiar and wonderful masculine hardness and throbbing._Clearly the thought of her being pregnant as a result of something he had done excited him, and for that, she couldn't really blame him. It _was pretty erotic. That tangible proof of his virility, slowly growing inside her, that equally proved her fertility. So, she draped her hand over his and pressed it firmly against that still-soft belly that'd soon grow taut in a flaunting display of maternity.

Then, she slowly guided that hand lower. Down, down, along her hips, lingering just at the waist of her skirt for a brief moment, and then down along her inner thigh, under her skirt, letting him feel that dampness. Then up, towards the source of her wetness and arousal. She wasn't wearing panties now, of course. There - she pressed his hand against her mound, letting him feel that needy warmth and just how soaked she already was. Immediately, his cocks twitched again, and a shaky breath left his lungs, ending in a breathy growl.

"You know, you being pregnant is really hot, but how horny it makes you is even hotter," Rick huffed in her ear, grinding against her thigh.

"Mm-hm, I known," she murmured. "And since you caused both of those things, I think it's fair that you help me with them, too."

A stealthy hand snuck down his front, now, to squeeze those dual shafts together through fabric that did little to hide his stiffness. Rick groaned in response, probably already dripping with precum. It was also fair that she made him soak his underwear, even if not to the extent she was. Reciprocity, it was called.

"Gladly," he replied, leaning in to nibble at her neck, and now it was the otter's time to shiver. She slumped against the fox-shark's firm body, letting him support her. The way his teeth grazed her sensitive neck left her knees feeling weak, electrifying jolts of pleasure sapping her strength. "Let's just get you to bed, first."

He scooped the otter up. She didn't weigh enough for it to be much of an issue, and he liked showing off how strong all that training had gotten him. She squirmed, leisurely, taking the opportunity to lick his throat as he carried her into the bedroom, gently depositing her into the bed.

The otter pulled her skirt up, folding the hem a few times until it was above her hips, leaving her juicy folds on full display. He, in turn, gave her a small and very titillating show of slowly stripping, letting the otter feast her eyes first on his abs and chest as he peeled off his shirt, and then on those parts that'd soon be buried deep inside her, as the pants came off too. The fact that he had two cocks - a gift from his shark ancestors - was still as exciting as ever, even though she'd never entirely figured out how it all worked. It made every session with him feel like a threesome, with two needy cocks to appreciate. Even if they were both connected to the same set of balls.

Plus, each of them felt a little different, so taking turns to enjoy each was a thrill. The upper one, for example, tended to throb and flex a little more. Or, she could take both at once, if in that mood, and really leave herself well-stretched and tender. Certainly, there were some perks to being so equipped.

He knelt between her legs, and without further ado, pressed his muzzle against the source of all her lust and heat, dragging his tongue along that bare slit in the most vulpine way, tasting her flavour. She could see his eyelids flutter.

"God, you taste so sweet like this," he groaned, and the hot breath against her sensitive lips made her groan too. His tongue traced little circles around and over her clit, briefly plunging into that warm, slippery heat to feel her clench around it, and that quickly left the otter helplessly squirming and panting, squeezing her legs tightly around his head and bucking against his muzzle.

That attitude, the near-worshipfulness, and how eager Rick was to really satisfy_a woman who'd allowed him to plant his seed inside of her, was one of the best parts of it for her. The way he slurped up her juices, the way his tongue and lips both seemed to scratch every momentary, needy itch, _that was good. She was helpless before that assault, and right now, she wanted to be helpless, unable to do anything but let her drooling cunt coat his muzzle with her excitement, letting him coax that heat of lust into a raging wildfire.

"Come on and fuck me already," she moaned. It was wonderful and all, and being eaten out had her right on the brink of orgasm, but she wanted to cum around his cock, or even both of his cocks. It just felt more appropriate like that, more natural, especially since cumming around them was what'd gotten her into this mess to begin with.

"Fine, fine, you needy otter," Rick chuckled, giving her pussy one last slurp, all the way along those plump inner lips, slowly enough that she began to squirm and buck against him.

He then climbed between her legs. The sight of the otter panting beneath him was incredibly potent for him, and twice so seeing the slight baby bump she was already developing. In a way, rutting her was fruitless. She couldn't get any more_pregnant, after all. That didn't mean Rick didn't _want to, though.

It had been a while since last time, so he started slowly, easing one of his cocks against her dripping wet folds, letting the second remain outside where it'd grind against her clit soon enough. Another delighted growl escaped his lips when the otter suddenly wrapped her legs around his waist, eagerly pressing herself against that warm cocktip, already trying to impale herself on it.

He leaned in to lick along her throat, letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin just beneath her fur, and then thrust his hips, sliding into her in one smooth motion. The otter was tight as a vice, but wet enough that slipping into her almost felt frictionless, bar for how eagerly she clamped down around him, as if her body itself had missed the cocks that'd fertilized it. Last time, her need had been forced on her by her heat; this time, she was obviously eager for it in both body and spirit.

"Y-yeah, come on, fuck me," the squealed with joy, grinding against the shox, working herself minutely deeper onto his shaft as if it was all she'd ever wanted.

Rick appreciated the extra encouragement. Seeing how much the otter was enjoying him was delightful. He didn't need it though, and soon he was rutting into her at a steady pace, hips rhythmically thumping against her. With each motion his second cock slid over her stiff clit, a sensation that had the otter helplessly moaning, her legs flexing and squeezing around his ass in turn.

The otter wrapped her arms around the shox too, claws digging into his back. More than anything, she just needed something to do with her hands to keep herself from thrashing too much in the throes of pleasure. There was something so delightful about his cocky confidence, and knowing how virile he was too. The fact that the cock inside her had already knocked her up and eventually it'd be able to do it again. Even if it couldn't happen now, there was still a thrill to it, being that she was about to get inseminated by that beautiful length again. His cum seemed special now, and that had her moaning out loud when his firm body rutted against her, his weight squashing his second cock against her little pleasure-button, slipping and sliding along her wetness to a very pleasurable, shiver-inducing rhythm.

Knowing that she'd take the reins once he had worked that first surge of lust out helped, too. Rick's tongue caressed her throat and chin, planting little kisses here and there, his teeth nibbling along the side of her neck and then her ears. Soon she was groaning and whimpering uncontrollably and blushing, in turn, because of that. She didn't really want to moan, always finding it a little embarrassing, but the shox's skilful thrusts forced those sounds of pleasure out of her, as unavoidable as the wet squelching of their carnal union.

Soon enough she was tensing up with every breath taken, back arching and hips bucking, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Rick's knot kissed her lips at the end of every thrust, threatening - no, promising - to slip into her. A little deeper each time. She could barely breathe at all with how tightly anticipation and that building climactic pleasure held her in their grip. Above her, the shox grinned.

"Come on, cum for me," he taunted her. That made her want to resist, but on the other hand, she couldn't resist. Her body was on autopilot now, soaring towards an inevitable climax. "Cum -mmh- cum all over my knot."

Then, it slipped inside her. He kept bucking into her, but with short, rapid thrusts for those final few seconds. Suddenly it felt like a contest. She wanted him to cum first, trying to clench and massage his cock to make it happen, gritting her teeth to hold her orgasm off for a few moments longer. Just a minute, and she'd-

-her orgasm burst through. A glorious, beautiful sensation that she didn't mind embracing at all, in the end. Her pussy spasmed around the canine knot, eagerly clutching and milking Rick's cock, displaying her orgasm in no uncertain terms, as if her arching back and stuttering cries of pleasure didn't already. Her legs tightened around his hips in a futile attempt to pull him even deeper, to get him to push all those buttons inside her to prolong her orgasm even just a few seconds.

"Good girl," he grunted, and then let himself go.

The otter felt his cock jerk, and then a warm tickling sensation somewhere deep inside her as the shox seeded her. Thick, warm spurts of his potent cum erupted into her, even as the convulsing quakes of her cunt helped suck it all deeper. Even though she was already pregnant, all of that was instinctive, anyway. She pressed herself as flush against the cumming male as she could to help his swimmers along. Feeling his cock throb, heavily, even through the waves of pleasure. The growing sloppiness, the glowing pleasure of his white-hot sperm pooling inside her. Heaven, if only briefly so.

Though she was loathe to let go of that slice of heaven, it slowly faded away into a warm, relaxing fuzziness as he finished. Mostly. Canines always kept cumming for a few minutes once knotted, even after the initial intense orgasm was over. She wallowed in that sensation, slowly floating back to earth. She felt incredibly, impossibly full, and still her hunger wasn't satisfied.

He remained buried deep inside her for a while, his cock twitching and spurting more cum into her every few seconds. That was the true beauty of having a knot. Once he was tied with someone, he remained in that half-orgasmic state until he was well and truly spent, even after the initial glow died down. Slowly, he bucked and rocked against her, grinding his throbbing shaft against the otter's clutching inner walls, his ego swelling each time he felt her clench around him in return. Eventually, though, even that knot began to deflate, quickly followed by a gush of his seed spilling from between his cock and her stretched folds. Moments later, he finally slipped out.

With Rick's energy - and cum - spent, he flopped off her and onto his back, panting heavily. The otter, though, was still horny, pregnancy and all. Those hormones wouldn't settle for a while yet. Still, this was exactly what she'd been planning to begin with. She stretched out, both luxuriating in the feel of the shark's sticky, warm seed filling her once again, and sneakily reaching for the cuffs - strong enough to hold almost anything, according to clerk - that she'd prepared earlier. She'd just have to wait for Rick to doze off, which he seemed prone to do when relaxing in the post-coital glow.

In the meantime, it gave her plenty of time to really examine how being seeded felt._Not that she didn't think about it before, but it was as good a time as any to really delve into it. There was just something so primal and satisfying about it. First, there was that initial subtle moment of the male's cock throbbing, usually heavily. The first throb was usually dry, and then, on the next, he'd be pumping his cum deep inside her. She couldn't feel _much of it - usually a faint sense of wet heat, or even nothing at all - but knowing_that it was happening, that she was having that sticky, very masculine gift pumped into her in thick, wet, ecstatic spurts, _that was what really got her going. The intent behind it, more than anything, the primal grunts and groans of a male mid-orgasm, the single-minded focus that led to them granting her that gift.

It didn't end there, though. After the deed was done, she enjoyed feeling that cock slowly slacken inside her, relaxing after doing its duty, and then slipping out. Being full of cum prevented her from feeling empty, and knowing that it was all safely inside her made her feel so wonderfully sexy. Naughty, too, especially if going out in public afterwards and still knowing she had that part of him inside of her, potent and virile. Like she had been on that day the shox's seed took root. Feeling the overflow slowly ooze out was hot too, both the sensation of it drooling down her thighs, and sometimes if she had the time, _watching_it. Seeing her pussy full of cum usually led to her masturbating with it, even though she knew that only resulted in the cum being sucked deeper into her. With each orgasm, the cervix dipped into the pool of seed, as if drinking from it, and so each orgasm made her more likely to get pregnant, and yet she couldn't stop doing it.

Of course, right now, the damage was already done, so she could enjoy the feeling of being seeded as much as she wanted to with no real risk. One problem was that it only made her hornier, but that was already part of her plan. Knowing herself, she knew she'd want more after the first rutting, which was why she'd prepared those cuffs.

Rick seemed to be half asleep, by now. The otter fished the cuffs out from under the bed, gently wrapping them around the shox's wrists, and then his ankles too, trying to make it feel as if she was simply caressing him. A soft tug on each made sure they were secured. She then tightened the ropes, easing Rick into a spread-eagle position. By the time he noticed what was happening, he was well and truly tied up. He didn't mind, at least not immediately, instead giving the otter one of those winsome grins.

"Oh, you're still horny? Well, I guess you'll have to do the work, if you're gonna tie me up," he chuckled, and the otter felt a surge of excitement as she watched his cocks twitch, not quite stiffening up again. Not yet, anyway.

"Mhm," she murmured in response, straddling the handsome male, gyrating her hips so that cum-soaked slit rubbed against the shark-fox's dual shafts. "I just figured since you were so eager to cum inside me when I was in heat, it's only fair that you do it now, too."

"Sure, anything for my favorite otter," he grinned.

Rick didn't know just how thoroughly she intended to milk him, but that could wait a little. A few bouncing motions let him feast his eyes on her jiggling breasts, and between that and the grinding, he was soon getting hard enough to be usable again.

Though she was a little self-conscious about the way she was oozing his cum everywhere, including back onto his cock, the time for holding back had passed a long time ago. This was the time for shameless indulgence. She squished Rick's cocks together in her hand and pressed both against her ever so slightly loosened opening, intent on taking both this time. It was, to put it mildly, a stretch. The otter groaned as she began to lower herself onto them. One cock was easy. Two... it took a little warming up, and progress was slow despite his thick cum acting as excellent lube.

She managed, though, to slowly impale herself, feeling her sex stretch - and practically radiate with pleasure at the immense fullness - on both cocks at once, until her taut lips were pressed against his crotch.

For a moment, the otter sat there, simply enjoying the feeling of being so very full. Then, as her lust got the better off her once again, she began to leisurely rock her hips. Eventually, she thought, she'd be too heavy with the shox's offspring to ride him, so she was determined to enjoy this round of it.

The power she held over Rick was pleasant, too. Interesting, even. Watching him moan and groan as her inner walls squeezed and massaged his cocks tightly, teasing him towards another climax. If he wasn't tied up, he'd probably have been holding her by the hips and rutting into her, but all he could manage now was to barely buck up into her. That meant the otter was in control this time, and she'd remain so until she said otherwise.

"Mm. Come on, Rick. Fill me up again..." she cooed.

"I just came, you might have to wait a little," Rick huffed, leisurely thrusting into her, delighting in how incredibly tight and vice-like the otter felt with both of his shafts pushing into her.

"Don't give me those excuses," the otter grinned. She squeezed those powerful inner muscles around Rick's cocks. "I'm going to milk you dry of every single drop."

Rick groaned, screwing his eyes shut as the otter began to really ride him. The sensations were almost overwhelming, with him still sensitive from his recent orgasm, but equally, they were wonderful, and soon he was racing towards that sweet plateau of pleasure once again.

A faint worry began to dawn on him; the notion that the otter might want more than he could actually provide. Then again, he was determined to try his hardest to fill her as many times as he could manage, and if not, well... there was no kind of suffering he'd rather subject himself to than a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Even if it left him a limp, panting mess with a very sore cock.

The feeling was incredible, and her motions feverish with evident need, the otter working herself ragged as she rode his cock with smooth, practiced motions, hips swaying and gyrating with aquatic, feminine grace, and her plentiful nectar soaking the shox's groin. He was surprised, in a way, to find himself approaching another orgasm so quickly, but then again, that was exactly what his body was designed to do, and her enthusiasm was incredibly infectious.

There was no way both of his knots would fit into her at once, but she wasn't about to let that get in the way. He'd still cum, and without the knots getting in the way, she could keep riding him like a horse, giving herself orgasm after orgasm while he acted as little more than a particularly sexy, throbbing dildo.

A few more minutes passed. His cocks were aching for release, already, but the refractory period wouldn't allow him to cum just yet. Meanwhile, the otter was holding nothing back, leaning backwards to let the shox watch her tweak and rub her clit as she rode, feeling her cum over and over again as she milked his cocks. Each of those orgasm was increasingly agonizing, almost forcibly pulling him closer to another climax.

It was almost violent, and certainly sudden, when it happened. It felt like a switch flipped inside of him, allowing him to cum again. He did so almost instantly, straining against the cuffs and ropes as he thrust as deeply into the otter as he could in his precarious position, filling her already well-bred body with more of his seed. This time, it was waterier and thinner, but that didn't make his orgasm any less intense. If anything, the sensitivity made it more so, and now it was his time to moan helplessly as the otter's ravenous sex milked him dry, drop by drop.

"Good boy," the otter panted, mirroring the shox's earlier words, her face flushed with arousal. "Again!"

It took Rick a moment to realize that she'd never even stopped moving, as his senses returned to him. Again? Twice in a row was doable. Three times was starting to look like a tall order, but the otter wasn't showing any signs of stopping, and her tightness wouldn't let his cocks soften. He let out a yelp as she sped up her motions again, and by now he was so sensitive that he could practically feel her heartbeat through her creamy sex.

"I don't- nngh- know if I- jeez- fuck- if I can," he stuttered, tears welling up in his eyes as she mercilessly worked on coaxing him into a third orgasm.

"You'd better," she snarled, eyes glazed with need. "One more orgasm. At least. Come on, it's the least you can do if you're gonna get me pregnant like this."

She leaned in so he could feel her pregnant belly grind against his firm and muscular one. He couldn't really argue with that, could he? Granted, in his current state, he'd not have been able to argue about anything at all. Each thought was derailed by another jolt of pleasure, almost painful at this point, but no less ecstatic.

It'd be a long evening, but ultimately, he only had himself to blame for getting the otter so incredibly horny, having underestimated what kind of effect being pregnant would have on the otter, even if he might've suspected it. A hell of his own making, albeit very pleasurable. At the end of it, he thought, in the throes of his third orgasm, that he'd have to take a vacation. A very long vacation. For now, he simply surrendered to being her sex toy for as long as her legs could keep working.

Of course, she was an experienced swimmer. It'd be a while. And really, no matter how sore he was, he couldn't really blame her. At least he got to stare at her swollen belly as she rode him, taking what she wanted.