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"See, Dez? You're always so lazy about this stuff! Ten seconds on Google and I found this place," said the pretty brunette of a hyena, her tone an adorably huffy I-told-you-so! "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Desmond said with playful dismission, leaning over the hyena's shoulder, glancing at the website she'd found. "Greater Chicago Area Branch of the North American Fertility Clinic Project," he rattled off, afterwards bumping his muzzle against the side of the hyena's head in a playful gesture. "Catchy name. Do we really have to go?" The hyena tried to shrug Desmond off, yet it only spurred him to make an even greater nuisance out of himself, for he grabbed haphazardly at her sweater-clad bosom and snuffled his nose deep into her ear. "Quiddit!" she squealed, erupting with an unmistakably hyena fit of laughter after it. For all her strength over her vulpine boyfriend, he could be quite difficult to shake off - but she always won in the end, and in this case, it was with an elbow to the ribs. "Guh!" Desmond wheezed, his paws withering away from the toned, yet pretty hyena. "That really hurt," he whined, taking a seat on the bed nearby. "Good," she said, briefly flashing him a toothy smile. She turned back to the screen, and, uninterrupted by silly boyfriend antics, she wrote down the address. "Maybe we just shouldn't have kids yet, and this is a sign of that, sweetie," Desmond offered, his voice dripping with fabricated, syrupy sympathy, but the hyena was not fooled in the least. Having spent the better part of five years of her life with Desmond - two of them prior to actually living together - she knew just how cunning he could be when he wanted to get out of any given obligation, but she simply wasn't going to take no for an answer. They had both wanted children, and had been unsuccessfully attempting to conceive for over a year. The hyena was entirely healthy; the foxcoon's sperm count had to be to blame. Here was a clinic that boasted the highest rate of success for therapy and treatment for men with fertility issues, and she was going to get him there if she had to drag him in by the ear.

"Dez," she cooed, turning in the swiveling office chair to face him, "don't say things like that. We're gonna be great parents - we're young and healthy and stupid, just like you're supposed to be when you have kids." She cut the tension with a smile, a friendly one Desmond had grown to cherish - like any hyena's smile, it was involuntarily toothy, yet it didn't seem malicious in the least. She pushed herself up and out of the chair, then straddled his lap, her knees on the edge of the bed. "I love you, Desmond," she said softly, briefly pressing her lips to his. "I love you too, Anna. And I don't mean to sound like I don't want to have a child with you or anything like that." With the air of a very respectful, intimate lover - a descriptor not far off the mark - Desmond wrapped his arms around the slender form of the hyena in his lap, and he squeezed her close. After a wag of her short tail, Anna rumbled intimate pleasantries and nuzzled fondly into the handsome foxcoon's muzzle. "I know, I know," she whispered, unintentionally bumping her nose to his, yet the moment was cute, and it brought the both of them a little smile. "I admit, it's kind of selfish of me to drag you off to that place. It's gotta hurt your silly male pride." She grinned, and though Desmond grinned back, his seemed hollow, as though it was his attempt to humor her. "But look, I want a baby, you want a baby - and look at it this way, sweetie, it's therapy, not that fertilization stuff. When it's over, we'll go home, and you'll make love to me, and it's going to be natural and intimate, like it should be." She punctuated her coercion with a kiss, one the fox returned willingly. Just having Anna so close, feeling her warmth and smelling her scent, Desmond thought he could've gotten her pregnant right then and there, yet he knew it would be a fruitless effort. Jeez, you wanna fuck your girlfriend, but it'd be a waste because you can't get her knocked up - never thought you'd feel that way, did you, Dezzy? The thought made him chuckle. Closing his eyes, letting out a protracted, yet soft sigh, he at last nodded his head. "I'll do it," he conceded, "for you, Anna."

As Desmond lowered his behind into one of the surprisingly well-padded chairs in the clinic's waiting room, the words he'd spoken four days ago rattled across his consciousness. For you, Anna... He sighed, then glanced over to his left - she sat with him, and in her paws, she held one of the magazines strewn about on the nearby table. Like anything offered in a clinic or a doctor's office, it was medically inclined; when he looked over her shoulder, he found himself amused in a way reminiscent of early puberty when he saw a cross-section diagram of the female anatomy, its' purpose to illustrate the focal point of ovarian cancer, yet he was simply stricken with the painstakingly detailed rendering of a vagina. Briefly, Anna looked up at him, and she smiled; involuntarily, he smiled back, then turned his eyes away from her. For you, Anna, for you, Anna, for you, Anna... For you, Anna, I'm going to let some creepy doctor mongle my junk. For you, Anna, I'm going to jerk off and put my jizz in a measuring cup. Ugh.

Since the day she'd been hired, Ida was consistently awarded with the coveted employee of the month trophy and title, rated for her attentiveness, compassion, and friendliness towards those in her care. Though a registered nurse, she chose to work at the fertility clinic because the pace of the hospital was simply too much, and the heartache of seeing people die was not something she wished to deal with. No, helping to create life was a far more pleasing calling, she thought, and she delighted in helping visitors to accomplish that. Desmond was to be her first patient that day; what she'd read from his profile was quite run of the mill. Early twenties, vulpine, 5'7". Condition, suspected low sperm count. Treatment, confirmation of low sperm count and treatment at nurse's discretion. Poking her head out into the waiting room, she amiably called for the todd. "Desmond? Desmond Longhair?" Ida queried, finding her interest piqued when the handsome foxcoon with the long, silky locks rose from his chair. At his side was a brunette beauty, and she stood up with him. She looks like a nice, sensible girl, Ida thought, holding the door open for them. As they neared, they were momentarily stunned by her size, yet it was Desmond who was considerably more stricken. A few inches short of seven feet, Ida was a hybrid creature, yet both her parents were in the equine family. Most apparent in her coloration and patterns was her zebra heritage, for much of her body was a calm white. Her stripes, by simple genetic chance, were a royal blue. Inversely to the streamlined beauty of a zebra, her other half was that of a donkey, and it was most abundant in her figure. She had colossal hips, a very thick ass that was prone to hypnotic jiggling in the skirt of her nurse's uniform, and long, powerful legs that ended in hooves. She had a set of breasts to compliment her hips, which was to say that they were magnificent in their size and shape; though those heavy boobs were intimately familiar with the pull of gravity, they retained a wonderful, round shape, even without clothing on them; as they were now - in a sinfully snug, largely unbuttoned shirt to match her skirt - they were truly perfect. Almost as striking as her physical attributes were her eyes, which were a handsome amber shade; behind them simmered a sharp intellect, yet her gaze was calm and benevolent. "This way, please," she said with a small, friendly smile, turning and walking down the hall - Desmond followed her wide, swaying, jiggling ass closely. Anna did the same, yet she was simply stunned by the horse's amazonian proportions.

Both the fox and hyena expected Ida to lead them into a clinical, white room, yet she took them to one which was quite tastefully decorated with wood paneling and expertly crafted cabinets - the cold, steel sink near the door seemed out of place, but the marble counter around it offset that clash. Set into a nook on the wall was an older TV, yet it was quite large, and below it was a compact DVD player. "Now," Ida said, taking a seat in a chair across from Desmond and Anna, who had taken to the loveseat that faced the TV set, "before I do anything, I'd like to ask the two of you some questions." She smiled thoughtfully, and crossed her legs - yet it was a largely unnecessary gesture, considering that her plump thighs rubbed together. "Don't be shy about any of this stuff. I ask everybody these questions, and lying or mumbling through them just makes it harder later on." Briefly, Anna grinned at Desmond, then kissed his cheek. "He'll be good and answer his questions, we had a long talk about this in the car." Ida chuckled in good nature, then straightened out her shirt - which caused her plump bosom to jiggle enticingly for Desmond. She caught the way he licked his lips, but Anna was oblivious. Her questions began with a rather dull battery, queries about how long they'd been trying to conceive, if Anna was having regular periods, if Desmond had ever gotten a girl pregnant before - one year, yes, and no - among other such things. With a sudden abruptness, Ida's questions became almost heinously filthy. Have you ever had anal sex? I see. What about prostate massaging, have you ever done that for him? No? I see, I see. What about pegging, role-reversal, female domination? No? Really? Alright. Desmond and Anna blushed and mumbled through the questions, yet they answered them honestly for the nurse, however unusual they may have been. "Alright then," Ida said, rising from her seat. "Here's what I need from you two, okay? Anna, I'd like you to come with me. Let's have a little talk. Desmond, honey," she cooed, leaning over the seated, prone vulpine, putting her cleavage mere inches from his snout, "you'll find some movies in that cabinet there, and in that cabinet, you'll find a sample cup with a lid. Just hit the call button by the door when you're finished." As she exited the room with Anna, who was blushing just as hotly as Desmond, the horse peered back into the room for a moment. With an expression that was entirely straight-laced and with a voice to match, she said: "And try to get it in the cup, honey, not on it."

Ida had no intention of leading Anna anywhere terribly confidential, but she did have a few pressing questions to ask her; mostly, however, she simply needed an unbiased orgasm from Desmond, and to that end, she had to separate the two of them. She headed down to the employee's lounge, where she offered the hyena coffee, which was politely refused. "He's handsome," Ida said with a smile, afterwards sipping her coffee. "How did you two meet, if I might ask?" Anna smiled fondly, without teeth, and took a seat on the couch - Ida sat beside her, and under her weight, the couch uneasily creaked, but held up. "A mutual friend at school introduced us. Our first date was actually on Desmond's graduation. I guess you'd call us high school sweethearts. It was, uh, a little bit weird at first, considering that he was a legal adult when I was only seventeen, but our parents didn't care." Ida smiled, and then she patted Anna's thigh benignly. "It's pretty rare to see relationships last more than a couple of years these days, especially since you got started so young. Good for you two." The hyena smiled, but Ida could see some bashfulness in it; the girl's question to follow only confirmed that feeling. "Do you think Dez and I will be able to conceive?" Ida took a long, thoughtful sip of her coffee, then she nodded her head slowly. "Truthfully, I do. Just from talking to your boyfriend and seeing how he moves, I can tell he's got some kind of confidence problem. I know from personal experience that a man's confidence has a lot to do with how fertile he is - to put it really simply, we need to give your man a reason to strut and swagger, honey, and to do that... I'm going to need you to be very open-minded." What followed was quite possibly the most radical, sick thing Anna had ever heard - and she agreed to Ida's plans without hesitation. Nothing would stand between her and a family with Desmond.

"Is this all of it?" Ida asked, her tone lacking in noticeable bias, but it was there. "Well, yeah," Desmond uttered, answering what was to be Ida's next question before she even asked it. "That's about how much I usually, you know," he paused, flattening his ears and looking away in bashful shame, "ejaculate." In a gesture that reeked of female dominance, Anna reassuringly squeezed Desmond against herself and kissed the top of his head; for just a moment, Ida thought she looked more like the todd's mother than his girlfriend and baby-mama-hopeful. "Without even putting this under a microscope, honey, I can tell you why you're not getting anybody pregnant This is about a tenth of what a man your age and size should produce." Desmond took that news with a wince; though Ida had not intended it as a blow to his masculinity, that's precisely how it felt. "But see, Desmond, Ida - that's our nurse's name, sweetie - Ida has an idea. She says she knows what's wrong," Anna said, her tone reassuring, but the foxcoon didn't bother to raise his head; he felt positively ashamed, and he didn't think he could look either lady in the eyes. A tenth? That's all? So I'm basically a tenth of a man? Ida took a seat at the opposite side of Desmond, her height over him so great that his hung head was near the bottom curve of her bosom. Clutched in her lap, and in Desmond's field of vision, was the underwhelming sample he'd beaten out, - looking at it made him whine. "Desmond," Ida cooed, setting a paw on the foxcoon's back, where she rubbed with soothing affection in small circles and strokes, "don't be ashamed. Lots of men have this problem. But you know what?" With stern actions, she gripped his chin and raised it, forcing him to make eye contact; at that moment, it was Anna who thought that Ida looked like a mother figure. "You're very brave and obviously devoted to your beautiful girlfriend to come here and get help. That's more important than a big load. Trust me."

Once Ida released his snout, Desmond didn't let his head droop again, but his ears were still flat, and his eyes and features were still somber. He couldn't even find the energy to ogle the horse's cleavage, which was remarkably close to his nose. "Maybe. Whatever. I don't know," he remarked with blunt petulance, but his tone was ultimately one of defeat. "Well, I do know," the hybrid horse said, settling back on the sofa. "I already talked this over with Anna. I think you might like this." The notion brought a wary squint to Desmond's eyes, and, unconsciously fearing their conspiracy, he subtly leaned away from the hyena. "What's that?" he asked, his tone just as cautious as his expression; Ida smiled down at him. "Let me just show you," said the nurse, rising from the sofa. Standing just before Desmond - and naturally off to the side of Anna - she unbuttoned what few buttons were looped on her shirt, and she exposed the colossal, twin bulks of her breasts, clutched tightly by a lacy, blue brassiere, its' fabric a shade identical to her stripes. Desmond's jaw fell slack, and his tongue hung loose; had he been a cartoon caricature of himself, that jaw would have been on the floor, and his tongue would've been unfurled like the red rug in a shade of hot pink. Ida couldn't help but grin, though it was subtle and short lived; she reached behind her back, and with little fanfare, she unclasped that with separated Desmond's hungry, lustful eyes from her boobs. Free of the bra, her breasts naturally sagged downwards, yet they retained their invitingly round shape. For many seconds, the twink todd's paws hovered in midair, wanting desperately to clutch great handfuls of the bountiful breasts before them, yet he didn't. Anna, who merely watched, and had no intention of joining, whispered into her lover's ears. "Go ahead, Desmond. This is for us - for our family. You enjoy yourself."

Anna expected - and maybe hoped - that Desmond might still hesitate, but he did no such thing. With all the haste of a pubescent boy seeing boobs for the very first time, he immediately began to grope, nuzzle, kiss, and lick with little in the way of discretion. It all gave Ida genuine pleasure, but she was reserved in it; beyond gentle lashes of her tail and shudders of moans, she was by and large passive. Anna watched in silence and morbid curiosity, but she felt no contempt for either creature, not after the way Ida had explained it to her. To see Desmond nuzzle and smooch into the horse's cleavage, to see him suckle and gnaw tenderly on those nipples, and to see him savor the jiggling, plump masses of pliable flesh in general, Anna realized that Desmond had never, in their entire relationship, attacked her modest chest so voraciously. His affections were always just that; he was gentle and sweet. His own enjoyment mattered not, for he did things that pleased only her. He was gentle; he was considerate. To see him ruthlessly slobbering and manhandling Ida's colossal rack was like watching a stranger take over her boyfriend, and at once, it clicked in the hyena's head; my boyfriend likes big women. Ida had been exactly right - but she felt no worry, and feared no betrayal. She knew Desmond loved her, and when it was all over, they'd have their baby.

"You like them, honey?" Ida asked softly, her voice a sultry coo; she rubbed over the back of Desmond's skull, and she slid her thick, hoof-tipped digits through his silky locks. Desmond's reply was half-hearted, and nearly guttural - a snarl was laced through it. "Rrh, mhm," he grunted, dismissive and focused on his own lust, a far cry from the obedient, nearly bitch-like boy Anna had dragged in. "Then I've got something I think you'll really enjoy, Desmond," Ida said in that same rumbling coo, allowing herself a little smile. When she pulled away and separated Desmond from her swollen breasts, he growled, then whimpered promisingly; the tent in his jeans was incredible, and Anna scooted closer to the todd. With a demure, yet strong paw, she clutched her boyfriend's turgid, clothed length and squeezed like a vise upon it, finding herself blushing over the rigidity of the flesh and his reaction; he didn't whine or pant like she'd expect from such a rough gesture, he growled, and then he pushed into her paw. "Ahh, fuck," he grunted, licking over his lips, savoring the feel of Anna's grip, but the sight of Ida's body. Ida acknowledged that Anna's involvement was a change of plans, but it wasn't an unfortunate one - the fact that she was joining in was a good thing. The more she could associate Anna with what was to come, the better things would be for the both of them. The hybrid horse turned around, but she gave the twink fox no time to ogle her behind as it was - which was, to say, hidden under a skirt. She slid that naughty nurse's skirt down and kicked it aside, but she left her panties - which were the same striking blue shade as her bra and the stripes on her body - exactly where they were. And then, but of course, she backpedaled a few steps, putting her plump, prostrate ass in Desmond's face. She said no words - the offer was too obvious. All she did to entice the todd was wag the snow-white tuft of her tail across his snout, and he attacked.

If Desmond was less than respectful to Ida's breasts, he was downright rude to her behind - but Ida didn't mind it, not at all. Getting Desmond to the peak of his masculinity was her job, but there was nothing saying she couldn't enjoy her work, and she most certainly did. The twink fox bit down on the waistband of those blue panties, and he tugged them downwards to expose the striped cheeks of her ass. A testament to his lust, he couldn't be bothered to get them all the way off - once they were around her thighs, he released them, and that was when the foxcoon truly got to work. His paws, quaking with unspeakable arousal, clutched those fat ass cheeks not unlike the way they'd clutched the horse's breasts. He groped and kneaded them in ways Anna had never known - the most she'd ever gotten, with her taut, muscular behind, was a gentle rub here or there. He pried them apart and exposed the tall, thick horse hybrid's tail hole, a very snug, very pink pucker - Desmond began to nose and slobber across it, leaving it not wet, but positively saturated in vulpine saliva. Not once had Anna or Desmond done such a thing; considering they had been each other's first, and Desmond kept no strange porn around, to see him so shamelessly lick the horse was simultaneously disturbing and incredibly arousing to her. Ida, however, felt only the latter, and she reached back to pat the todd's head. "Mmh, enjoy yourself all you want, honey," she sighed, finding the lips of her cunt growing damp.

Desmond lingered not on Ida's quivering pucker, choosing to instead pepper the furred flesh around it with kisses, as well as grooming nibbles and gnaws. He licked and nipped his way a few inches up the underside of her tail, and just as easily, he lavished kisses down the curve of one ass cheek. Another chain of them, just as impassioned and noisy as the first, saw him ascend the other. "God, this big, hot ass," Desmond shuddered, afterwards nuzzling into the warm crack of it, letting his long snout disappear into that immaculately clean, cuddly warmth. Anna had let her paw go idle, but, brought out of her voyeuristic trance by the todd's words, she started to squeeze, jerk, and push on the foxcoon's erection harder than ever before, treating him to a brutal molestation that probably would've made him cry before, but now it only seemed to arouse him further. Desmond, inarticulately snarling and moaning from Anna's touch, pulled back and surprised both ladies with brash words. "Lemme stand up, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk," rumbled the todd, speaking clearly to Ida - and she did what the fox commanded. She stepped away, dropped her panties entirely to the floor, and bent herself over the sturdy counter and sink in the room. Desmond stood - after Anna released his cock - and shed his pants and briefs, as well as his shirt. Though still a scrawny twink, he carried himself with dominion and raw sexuality; his bright, pink cock, though one Anna had seen hundreds of times before, somehow seemed stronger. It throbbed, it oozed, and it so clearly favored Ida - but not once did Anna think she was losing Desmond, no matter how he behaved. She rose from the sofa too, and she watched with unabashed lust and curiosity; in the safety of her own panties, she was growing damp, and her musk would soon be out of control. She felt no attraction to Ida, however, harboring no bi-curiosity - it was Desmond's sexual awakening that had her wet.

The todd clutched Ida's broad hips and slid his cock between the cheeks of her ass, but he made no effort to penetrate her; he slid his oozing, throbbing penis up and down through those pliable, jiggling cheeks, hotdogging the horse without knowing what the act was called - all he knew for sure was that he loved that ass. He didn't want to fuck it just yet, however, surprising both Ida and Anna when he slid his manhood free of that warmth and instead plugged the depths of the horse's cunt with effortless ease; so saturated and ready to breed was the horse that Desmond's entire cock, knot included, slid into her cunt with no pain, only pleasure. Of course, being the large equine she was, Ida would have been comfortable with a dick four times the size of Desmond's own, both in terms of length and girth - but she enjoyed his endowment and his knot, and she certainly didn't want to depress him with harsh reality. "Mmn, ooh," she shuddered, her sexuality not at all exaggerated for the todd's sake, "fuck me as hard as you want to, Desmond. Fuck my ass, cum inside of me or on me any way you like - just enjoy yourself, honey." Desmond licked his lips and wasted no time - like a jackhammer tearing up pavement, he pounded into the zebra mix's cunt, popping his knot in and out of her snatch again and again to the tune of an unending cacophony of squishes, squirts, and other assorted noises generally associated with slippery, wet things. "Nngh, fuck!" Desmond snarled, becoming such a beast that Anna didn't recognize the deeper and darker register of his voice; whoever this stranger was that had replaced Desmond, he was sexy. Anna knelt behind him and hugged his leg like a dog about to hump; she desperately wanted to be close to him, to savor his masculinity in this crucial moment. She nuzzled and sniffed his swinging balls, not even minding that she wound up smacked in the face more often than not. All she wanted was his body, and, having it like so, she unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans, reached down the front of her panties, and drilled her cunt just as violently as Desmond drilled Ida's.

Desmond was aware of Anna's worship, and god, did he enjoy that on so many levels, but Ida's thick body was the main course. Inconsiderately, he yanked his knotted penis free of her snatch, and he plowed it balls-deep into the very snug passage of her asshole. It made her cry out in genuine pain - and that stimulated Desmond's burgeoning dominance in incredible ways. He was not becoming evil or callous, but he was acknowledging his masculinity, and that was precisely what he needed. Ida knew the todd's eventual climax would be an ultra-fertile mess of epic proportions, but it was fine for him to waste it on her; when he had Anna next, Desmond would still be high off the experience and incredibly horny, and he'd fuck her just as spectacularly. The thought made Ida smile, both in good nature and naughtiness; Anna exuded dominance, and so how would she respond to Desmond's new alpha-male mentality? Ida was creating a monster - she was sure of it. But, considering how much Anna already seemed to appreciate Desmond's newfound confidence, and how badly she wanted a child, Ida didn't feel guilty in the least. "Mmh, ngh, f-fuck, I'm gonna jizz already," Desmond winced, digging his small, blunt claws into Ida's thick hips. That punishing, ruthless anal sex reached such a crescendo that even the well-experienced Ida began to regret what she'd unleashed upon her poor ass, but if it got the couple their baby, it would be worth sitting on a pillow for a few days. "Mmh, do it, honey!" she gasped, finding herself just as lost in the sex as he was, eagerly awaiting that final knotting and the juicy, sticky mess that would ensue. "Yeah, Dez," Anna growled, briefly biting her lip as she rubbed over that sweet spot deep in her cunt - the pleasure of her ensuing climax saw her next words shudder past her lips, delivered while nuzzling into the vulpine's tense leg. "Blow your load, Dez, you earned it... Mmm, god..."

The fox's thrusts degraded into haphazard bucking, losing any semblance of grace and rhythm. He could feel his balls, once swinging alternately into Ida's cunt and Anna's muzzle, begin drawing up to his body. Every nerve ending throughout his slender form tingled, beginning as a taze of a shiver up his spine, fanning throughout him in short order. "Aaah, fuck! God_damn!_" he hissed through gritted teeth, his expression becoming a tightly-laced grimace of overwhelming pleasure. Gripping Ida's hip with one paw, tugging upwards on her tufted tail with the other, he wedged his bulky knot past her asshole with one last pound of his hips, and he came. With tremendous force, he shot his virile jism deep into the horse's accommodating, hot ass, covering her tender anal walls, sending shivers up her spine. Her groan was low and pleasurable, but Desmond's was nearly frantic, laced with whimpers, whines, and involuntarily obscenities that meant nothing. In the hazy bliss of his afterglow, the todd slumped over Ida's broad back, and he panted in supreme exhaustion. Ida hadn't climaxed, but she'd deal with that later... Or so she thought. The horse felt tender paws upon her cunt; two fingers from one paw spread her open, and three more from another paw were wedged deep inside of her. They assaulted all of the right spots, and her clit was thoughtfully attended to with a thumb. She found herself gasping and shaking, biting her lip and wincing; Desmond had become quite a bold creature. "Ohh, ah, god," Ida panted, erupting with a climax that sullied the twink's padded paws and left them dripping with feminine juices. Desmond chuckled, but he clearly was lacking in energy - he panted as though he might pass out. "Hey," he sighed, sliding his fingers free of Ida's spasming pussy, "that was good. I figured I should return the favor..."

Ida, Desmond, and Anna had quite a talk after all was said and done; still in various stages of undress, they sat in the wood-paneled room. The todd and hyena sat close together, cuddling, but Ida sat in the chair, still nude, and so clearly worn-out. "So, do you two think you'll have any problems now?" Ida asked, offering the couple a coy, if not tired smile. Anna blushed; Desmond grinned. The balance of power had clearly shifted, but neither creature seemed to mind that one bit. "I don't think so," Desmond cooed, trailing a finger beneath Anna's shirt; he teased around her navel, then kissed her lips. Ida chuckled and folded her arms behind her head. "If you two want to get started here, you can go ahead," the horse offered, quite unabashedly interested in watching the two attractive young things; Desmond and Anna shared a look, and then the todd kissed her hard and deep. Shortly after it began, the hyena was just as nude as Desmond; Ida watched their grinding, youthful bodies and savored the sounds of their panting and moaning; desensitized by their romp with the horse, neither the fox nor the hyena minded her presence, and they made love like no other occasion. It was more dazzling and intimate than their first; they laughed and cooed, they moaned, they reveled in one another's beauty and warmth, and finally, they shared a truly satisfying climax.

Less than an hour after they began, Desmond and Anna conceived what they later learned was a girl - and her middle name would be Ida.