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Samael's fangs pinched his bottom lip as he watched his swollen stomach clench. A contraction worked through his body and he groaned, wiggling in Clay's lap. The obstagoon purred as it held Samael open by the thighs. The big, beastly pokemon's claws dug possessively into the bat's chocolate fur and into his skin. Samael gasped, cherry red tongue lolling out as Clay rolled his hips. His pokemon's fat, knotted cock was currently tied to Samael's rump.

Samael had not planned on his water breaking in the middle of being taken by Clay, but perhaps his stud smelled it in the air. For he did not opt to stir up the bat's cunt this time, instead sheathing himself in Samael's ass. That much pressure made the pregnant bat already strain before his water broke. He spilled juices across Clay's heavy, shaggy balls, onto the bed. The ever present, musky stench of obstagoon that coated his bedroom, fur, and insides overtaken momentarily by the sharpness of his cunt: something more mellow but still close to the scent of his estrus.

Clay growled when he smelled it, his long tongue grooming at the collar of tufty fur around Samael's throat. The bat's winged arms were wrapped around his pokemon's long neck, digging in for dear life as another contraction worked through him. He felt it, the immense pressure of that first egg inside him. The eggs Clay sired. His pokemon made Samael into nothing but a broodmare.

Clay nosed his cheek, and Samael turned his head to meet the pokemon's lips. Clay's pheromones, corrupting whether packaged in sweat, cum, or saliva, guaranteed Samael would feel nothing but pleasure from this. He moaned into his stud's mouth, that long, dextrous tongue flooding his muzzle, washing it in beastly amounts of drool. Clay's cock twitched and drooled inside him. Another shot of seed came from the potent obstagoon's drawn out orgasm. Samael could barely feel the heat of that thick semen pooling inside him when his cunt clenched and relaxed, trying to force out its first egg.

A few months ago, Samael never had plans to lay eggs or even have children. Having a fertile cunny with heats had been a nuisance. Now, the bat melted in his obstagoon's embrace, submitting completely to the stud's instinctually need to sire as many offspring as possible. Samael, eyes half-lidded, breathed furiously through his arrow-tipped nose, ears drooping slightly as an orgasmic wave of pleasure took him. More nectar gushed out from his open vulva, the inflamed labia opening as the egg reached the entrance of his vagina.

Around his swollen belly, he could not see the first peek of that pale shell. A glistening sheen of his cum covered the egg, as its oblong tip pushed further out, twitched around the cunny contracting around it. Dark fur drenched in sweat and arousal, his pussy was spread wide as it could. His vagina yawned around the egg as more pushed free, spreading to the apex of the shell's diameter. It was a little thicker around than Clay's knot, the most the poor breeder's cunt had been stretched. Then, with another hard contraction, Samael broke his kiss with his obstagoon to cry out. The egg popped free in a slick, sticky mess that rolled a little in front of him. Samael, panting, felt more of his cum sliding in thick, gooey strings from his still gaping cunt.

"Sam?--shit," Martin cursed as he entered the room. The fox, Samael's boyfriend, stopped in the doorway, staring.

"Goon," Clay growled and the flustered fox silently nodded. He stripped out of his clothes and scooped up the egg in both hands, taking it to an incubator they had put in their bedroom a week before. He set it carefully inside, ears and hackles shooting up when Samael groaned.

He went back to the bed, getting hot and bothered by the sharp smell of Clay's bestial musk and Samael's pregnant pussy. Clay nodded to Martin, and with the obstagoon's permission, he climbed onto the bed. His cock already started to push out of his sheath as he took Samael's head in his hands, getting his dazed boyfriend to look at him.

"Hey, Sam, focus on me, alright?"

Samael felt Martin's pregnant belly brush up against his. A testament to Clay's corrupting virility considering Martin had not been born with a vagina. "F-fuck, I can feel the second one coming," Samael whined.

"Does it hurt? Tell me what to do."

"No..." Samael breathed. Mouth leaking a little of Clay's drool, he licked his lips and said, "It feels... so good."

"God, Sam."

"Touch me there. I want to feel better."

Clay snarled and nudged Samael with his snout again. "Ah... I'm sorry, stud, I didn't mean to--mmf..." Samael trailed off as Clay locked him in another kiss. Another mouthful of that corruptive drool filled Samael's maw and he obediently swallowed it. Another contraction forced a muffled whine from him, and his eyes shut. He didn't see the red-eyed glare Clay gave Martin or the fox nod at the unspoken command. Martin knelt before Samael's claimed cunt and placed both paws on his inner thighs, thumbs spreading that labia open.

He gawked at the gaping, cherry-red vagina as its walls fluttered. Glistening with fresh fluids, pressing past Samael's cervix, was the second egg Clay put inside him. Martin licked his lips and nuzzled into the bat's pussy. Those walls smeared his muzzle with juices before his long, narrow tongue started lapping hungrily at Samael's tunnel. His boyfriend whimpered and another contraction worked through the bat.

Martin's tongue added a sweet, soothing stimulation to Samael's straining sex. Finding a bit of strength, he wrapped his arms tighter to Clay, pressing into that kiss. The obstagoon's tongue worked into his throat, and Samael swallowed around it like an obedient broodmare. It had taken Martin some time to accept this new dynamic, but he relented to Clay's advances as well, becoming corrupted. Both fox and bat carried Clay's musky scent all over them, that mark binding the males as docile breeders for their studly master.

Samael felt the second egg squeeze its way down his tunnel, and Martin moved from worshipping his bred cunt to licking the poor bat's clit. The fox's fine lips had wrapped around that clitoral hood, as one paw gently rubbed Samael's still plump, swollen belly. The bat squirmed, muscles clenching as another orgasm lit all his senses on fire. His toes curled, legs twitching, his asshole milking around the still hard cock planted inside him. It felt so good for his body to yield to these eggs. To let his whole world become the act of birthing his master's progeny.

Speckled in black dots, the second egg peeked from his cunny. Martin stopped teasing his poor clit and just watched, in awe of how those lips strained around the shell. He ran his thumbs around Samael's clenching labia, slick, transparent fluids squeezing out around the egg. Samael moaned into Clay's mouth. Martin reached down and touched his own gravid belly, still a month away from being in this position.

"I'm so fucking jealous," Martin whispered as that egg breached past the breaking point. Sam's claws dug into Clay's neck, eyes watering, as one more enormous push squeezed down his core, pressure on his aching entrance exploding into another massive release. He almost choked on Clay's tongue as he passed the second and final egg.

His twins released, Martin ignored the egg for a moment to lick up the sopping pussy in front of his face. The fox whined and squeezed the knot on his modest cock, cumming onto the bed sheets in a matter of breaths.

Samael, dazed, lost track of the next few minutes. Only coming out of the intense, orgasmic afterglow of birth to find his eggs inside the incubator, and Clay standing on his knees in the bed. He had ripped his knot free of Sam at some point, his asshole drooling thick strings of semen much as his pussy still drooled its cum. Not that it mattered, what mattered was his nose buried in the fat, sweaty sack of his master. The obstagoon had the back of his head in one paw, Martin's in the other, both anthros reduced to whining, whimpering sluts. They licked and worshiped the pokemon's heavy balls, thanking it for what would sure be the first of many, many eggs.