The Surrogate Orgy
#1 of Surrogate Orgy
Soren agrees to be a surrogae.
The Surrogate Orgy; Part One
Soren curled up on the couch, mug of Bengal Spice tea in paw, listening only partially to Tyler's life story. He had randomly appeared on her doorstep days ago, nervous, and asking her for help.
Apparently he had been so desperate to find himself a dominant female, he got involved with the wrong female. She was beyond emotionally abusive, and would resort to violence to control him. She forced him out of his career and into her house, where he was a literal slave. When he finally had an opportunity to leave, he showed up at Soren's house, bruised and broken.
At first, she didn't let him in. How he found out where she lived, and bringing a potential psycho to her door, irritated her. She knew nothing about him...despite years of on-and-off communication, all she knew was the basics. But despite all this, she still had a thing for him, and a deep hatred for abusers of BDSM. There was a thin line between fetish and abuse. The bitch crossed it the day it became non-consensual.
Soren let the black lab in. She was lonely after the divorce, and needed someone around. In addition, she almost wished this bitch of his would start something with her so she could beat the shit out of someone.
Tyler spoke more normally now, the fear and timid dog from a couple days ago seemed to be a thing of the past. Soren couldn't help but ogle his lean and muscular form; but not too muscular; just right. Even with being under an involuntary house arrest of sorts, he still kept himself up. She wanted to run her fingers through his dark fur, wrap her legs around him, and ride him like a stallion.
The doorbell rang, startling the she wolf. She set her tea down and answered the door. She was greeted by a tan dog and a coyote.
"Come in, guys." Soren stepped back, and the pair entered.
Cane, the coyote, paused when he saw Tyler, the dark-furred canine nearly blending into the shadows where he was sitting.
"Oh, that's Tyler, a friend from years ago. Tyler, this is Cane, and Brandon." Soren quickly introduced them.
Brandon was Soren's pet right after her divorce. They hit it off immediately, and after a couple months, Soren brought in Cane. Only another handful of months, and the dog and coyote fell in love. They moved in together, and with Soren's blessing, married a couple weeks ago. Soren was alone again, but she was actually very happy that the two had such a strong connection.
Cane was definitely the alpha of the two, although they admittedly only had vanilla sex.
Brandon plopped down on the couch, kitty-corner from Tyler in the fluffy armchair. Cane settled next to him as Soren returned to the loveseat, where she had an unobstructed view of the whole room.
"So. What brings you out here?" Soren queried, sipping at the lukewarm tea.
"Well, we have something we need to talk about." Brandon started. Cane rested a paw on the dog's leg, silencing him.
"We applied to adopt a pup." Cane spoke. Soren perked up, expecting good news. Both males had good jobs, a nice house and property, and a solid relationship.
"We were denied." Brandon spoke out of turn, eliciting a glare from Cane.
"What? That's bullshit." Soren barked. Brandon shrugged, while Cane uncharacteristically stared down at his paws.
"We spent some time talking, and decided to try and find a surrogate mother, and have her inseminated with both our seed. That way we don't know for sure who's the actual father." Cane said.
"But won't you know when it's born? You're a coyote, he's a dog, and the mother will be her own species." Soren said.
"It's more that we want to leave it to chance. We can't agree on just one of us." Cane seemed annoyed at Brandon.
"Have you gone down to the clinic yet? I'm sure there are surrogates around." Soren finished her tea. Tyler seemed to be squirming in his chair, but it was dark enough she couldn't tell for sure.
"That's why we wanted to talk to you..."
The white she wolf glanced sidelong at the couple.
"You have the personality we want, good health, and you're physically appealing. You also have excellent child-bearing hips." Cane spoke matter-of-factly. Soren glared slightly, remembering the last bastard who'd told her that from a lifetime ago. Brandon shifted around uneasily, knowing that was not the thing Cane should've said.
"So would we do this at the clinic, or on our own?" Soren spoke flatly. Should at least gather all the info before making a hasty decision.
"That would be up to you. The clinic is a surefire way, but expensive. We could easily use a turkey baster or something..." Cane said tentatively.
"Or an orgy." Brandon yipped, almost too excitedly.
"I'm always down for an orgy, but I will need to think about the surrogacy." Soren sank into the loveseat.
"We will pay for all expenses, and if you want, make you the legal godmother. So if something happens to us, the pup won't end up in the system." Cane had done his research.
"Let me think about it. Give me a week." the she wolf said.
Brandon bumped Cane's leg.
"We'll give you some time. We have to get to our dinner reservation."
As the pair left, Soren noticed Tyler was definitely squirming, his paws clamped over his lap.
"What's your issue?" Soren demanded after closing the door behind her guests.
Tyler shrugged, " I think you should do it."
"Why do you care? You don't really know any of us. Besides, it seems like you're going to be staying here a while, so you'll be dealing with my ass during the pregnancy." Soren snatched her cup off the table and paced into the kitchen.
"I'm truly ok with that." Tyler followed her to the kitchen.
"You just want to watch them impregnate me."
Tyler's silence spoke loudly enough. Soren laughed.
"You still are a sexual deviant, aren't you? I fucking love it." Soren washed the cup and set it aside. "You are a kindred spirit. I would like to keep you around for a while, even if just to fuck."
If a black dog could blush, she was sure he was.
Soren leaned in close to him, "you had a bad experience with your last bitch. I would love to show you how it's really done."
He pressed against the cabinets, trying to hide his growing erection under the counter, but Soren's sharp nose picked up the scent of his pre-cum.
She reached up and grabbed a hold of his muzzle, her nose an inch away from his. "But you will have to wait until after I'm pregnant."
Soren started to walk away, then paused. "And I will allow you to watch. Not allowed to touch or be touched though. I want to watch you squirm."
The first doctor visit was at Cane's recommendation, to insure all three of them were healthy and ready to go.
The doctor estimated Soren's ovulation period, and they planned their first "session" three days prior. The couple would stay at Soren's house for at least six days, each day fucking like rabbits. And Soren was going to make Tyler watch.
Soren couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about tomorrow, about the next six days, about carrying a pup (or two) for her best friends...and about making Tyler watch the whole thing without being able to participate. She planned to make him hold it in for the whole six days, to not allow him to relieve the pressure...not that she wanted him to suffer, but more that she wanted to sample his seed herself. She wanted him to need her to give him permission. She wanted control.
Soft padded footsteps tracked down the hallway, pausing at her bedroom door, which was cracked open. Soren held still, keeping her breathing even and her eyes closed to fake sleep. She held her ears still as the footsteps entered the room. She felt a gentle pressure on the bed, sliding under the covers, but careful not to be sudden or touch her. He sure was being bold, and reckless. He should know he needed permission to take these kinds of liberties, but it had been a while since she'd last touched a man, and she was actually ok with his initiation.
Once the pressure of his body settled the mattress, he slid a paw to her back, running it up to her hip, where he paused. Soren tried not to stir, even though she wanted to whimper at the amazing electric feel of a warm touch. She continued to play sleep while he explored her side, her abdomen, finally sliding his body up against hers, slipping his underarm below her neck, the exploratory paw resting finally on her belly. He nuzzled her neck, then rested his muzzle across her neck.
Soren sighed. Tyler tensed. She lifted a hand and held onto his arm under her neck, nuzzling the arm, and giving a gentle lick. She held on to him, letting his body warm her, and excite her. He must've been excited too, because he seemed ready to joust.
With his flagpole sunk squarely in her buttcheeks, his arms around her, his gentle breathing on her face, she drifted off to sleep.
She dreamed of the black dog slipping his cock up inside of her, touching areas almost forgotten, making her writhe in pleasure. She felt him hold onto her, mildly at first as she acclimated to his size, then harder as he pumped faster, wrapping his arms tightly as he pushed himself to a wet climax, streaming his swimmers inside. He kept her pinned against him, holding his cock in as long as possible to sow the fertile land. She didn't argue or struggle against him. She allowed him to knot her. She wanted him...and his little wolfdog puppies...
The next morning, Tyler was still hanging on to her, although more like a vine and less like a spoon. Her nether region was damp, the fur matted from her own excitement. He was tucked neatly in his sheath, no signs of wet play.
Soren had Tyler answer the door. Cane the coyote and his dog mate Brandon entered excitedly, although "exploded" would've been more accurate. Small talk was nonexistent, and it didn't take long for all four canines to make their way to the bedroom.
The she wolf slipped out of her shorts and t-shirt, letting them slide to the floor. She flicked her tail to the side, casting a glance back towards Cane. The coyote started towards her, his eyes racing over her body, down to the wet trail. Soren took two long, slow steps forward, letting her tail slip back down, until she propped herself on the bed, ass end up.
Cane grabbed her hips, digging his claws into her thick fur, pressing his smallish cock against her ass. He rubbed it up and down, digging deep to coat him in her juices. With ease, he found her wet hole, and pushed himself in. Despite her tightness, he slid right up to the knot. She moaned slightly, even the small stretch feeling awesome compared to the past several months with nothing.
The coyote hung onto her, pounding himself into her with an almost aggressive fervor. She arched her back, changing the dynamic of her internal structure. Cane whimpered as his cock raked her tender walls. The coyote must've been saving himself, because he humped like a machine, popping his knot into her, and pumping against it relentlessly.
Soren looked down between her breasts to see Tyler sitting on the floor, against the wall, legs spread, cock in hand. His tongue lolled out to one side as he worked his mast. She glared at him when he quivered, and he backed off.
Brandon came around and climbed up on the bed in front of Soren. She grabbed him by the hips, easily taking hold of his erection in her muzzle. She played around the tip with her tongue, then took most of him into her muzzle, careful of her teeth. She continued to work her tongue around his shaft as she pressed him deeper into her throat. Cane's incessant pumping kept forcing Brandon's cock to poke at the back of her throat. At first she almost gagged, but she relaxed and started to really enjoy the pointed cock playing with her tonsils. Soren finally got her mouth wrapped completely around him, her nose nestled in his thick pubic fur. His musky scent was overwhelming.
Cane barked and yipped as coyotes do, as he heaved into Soren. His warm seed spurted deep into her, coating her pink flesh with cream. He pumped half-heartedly, emptying his sack. Brandon whimpered as Soren used her throat and tongue to work him, bringing one hand from his hip to his balls. She tenderly played, squeezing gently, then rubbing them as she'd seen him do after a long day at work and the underwear had just come off. She gave each nut its fair share, until he grabbed a hold of her by the scruff of the neck, pulling her off his cock. Her saliva left a thin spiderweb connecting the two.
The coyote pulled back, his knot still forcefully holding him inside. Soren kept her ass airborne as he worked himself out. When he was free of her, she crawled all the way onto the bed, while Brandon readied himself. He used his finger to wipe a trail of Cane's seed up and press it back into her.
Tyler was rubbing himself again. Soren snarled in his direction. Cane turned and thumped him on the head. "You wait for permission." the coyote commanded. Tyler whimpered, then let a slight growl. He wasn't too keen on physical abuse anymore, even if it wasn't painful. Soren shook her head at Cane, a soft "no", but followed by an inquisitive look...she wanted to see Cane do something.
The black dog was sitting at a perfect height for Cane's member. He approached the dog. Tyler snarled when Cane got his dripping cock too close to his muzzle. Soren grinned. "Do it."
Brandon inserted his finger carefully into Soren, playing a bit before withdrawing. She pressed back towards him, his tip glistened with precum and spit, and was soon mixing with Cane's seed and her pussy fluids. What a cocktail. The tan dog pushed inside, opening Soren wider. She moaned and pushed back against him, taking in another lovely inch. The dog was twice the girth of the coyote, and more than twice the length. She thought, the only way Cane's seed would make it all the way was if Brandon pushed it there, but she felt Brandon's little guys would be first anyways. He was a "heavy hitter", far outshooting Cane in distance and velocity. Soren would swear he had an air compressor built in somewhere.
As Brandon slowly worked his way in, Tyler continued to try to avoid Cane's perky cock. Soren leaned over and squinted at Tyler. He seemed to get the idea, and reluctantly opened his muzzle, exposing rows of white teeth and a wide, cradling tongue. Cane grinned and stepped up close to the dog, placing his cock on the wet tongue. He worked it back and forth, sliding along the wet, growling in pleasure at Tyler's discomfort. Even though against this action, Tyler was careful to avoid touching the coyote's sensitive pole with his teeth. He didn't want to get thumped again, although he sensed Soren would tear Cane a couple new assholes if he harmed him again. But oral stimulation? That must be fair game. Learning curve.
Cane pushed his thin cock to the back of the dog's throat, forcing Tyler's wet nose into his damp fur. The fur being damp from his and Soren's play, and rough from being in that location. Tyler sniffled, tried to back away, but his head was already against the wall. He sneezed involuntarily, lightly tapping Cane's cock with his teeth.
The fiesty coyote went to thump Tyler on the head again, pulling his cock out of the muzzle beforehand, but a snarl echoed through the room. Cane paused, and lowered his paw. Instead, he grabbed Tyler's ear and curled it up into his fist. Cane pulled Tyler's head back to his crotch. Despite the pain in his ear, he submitted to the alpha male, and sucked onto the dick already poking into his muzzle.
Brandon sunk into Soren up to the knot. She pushed back against the swelling knot, only to have Brandon pull out, then push back in. She reached back, sinking her claws into his thigh, pulling him tightly to her. His knot pried into her, then he popped back out. The dog continued to rock his hips, spiraling his dick in and out of her. Oh God, how she missed her pet. Soren suddenly pulled off of him, rolling over onto her back, spreading her legs wide for him.
The tan dog dropped down to his elbows, nose to nose with the wolf, his heavy cock sandwiched between them. He rubbed along her belly with his wet dick, leaving her fur sticky. Without needing hands, he found her dripping hole and plunged back in, growling in pleasure at the warmth. She wrapped her legs around his body, locking her ankles. Brandon pulled back onto all fours, her dangling from his body. He pumped continuously, forcing her to rock along and slam onto his knot.
Cane brought his other hand up to the back of Tyler's head, holding him snug into the coyote's crotch. Tyler sniffled, the thick pubic hairs assaulting his snout, the cock still jabbing around in his mouth. He whimpered, unsure if he wanted Cane to stop or face fuck him harder.
Brandon forced his knot into Soren, pulling a small yip from her. The sounds of the pair chuffing and panting, the wet sloppy 'squicks', the moans, were keeping Tyler aroused. He kept his hands on his cock, pinching it occasionally to keep from coming against Soren's wishes.
The she wolf was pressed back down onto the bed as Brandon locked in, his short but effective strokes pushing Soren into a climax. She clenched down on him, making him whimper and shudder. He released his powerful stream up into her belly, the warmth of it filling her. The dog produced an impressive amount, filling her so full some of it tried to escape back around his knot.
Cane watched Brandon spasm, his seed joining the coyote's in Soren's fertile womb. He released Tyler's ear, and grabbed the black submissive by his jaw, forcing him snug, and promptly releasing his seed into the dog's throat. Tyler gagged on the sudden hot, sticky mess filling his muzzle.
Soren panted, grinning over at the black dog, who licked his chops and gummed at the musky soup. Cane stepped backwards, his cock covered in seed, a smug grin on his face. Tyler didn't care for the consistency or flavor of this shit, and was even mildly irritated Soren let this half-a-wolf dominate him. But she was the boss here. He would submit to her will, even if it made him uncomfortable.
Brandon and Cane had retired to the spare bedroom. Soren remained on her bed, her ass propped up on pillows, dozing on and off. Tyler was curled up against her side, his hand resting on her belly. He gently traced her fur with his fingers.
Soren dreamed of Tyler crawling up onto her, rubbing her all over with his hands, massaging her breasts. He pressed his cock down onto her belly, propping himself up on one elbow, the hand on the other arm finding its way to her neck. Tyler held down her neck, with just enough pressure.
Soren felt the dog enter her, his hand restricting her neck tighter as her warm body expanded around his cock. He growled, she wrapped a leg around his. The wolf lifted her hips as he penetrated her over and over, riding faster as his knot swelled, building up to a release. With a final thrust, he rammed his knot inside her and released.
The wolf held on to the dog, moaning faintly at the feel of his cock and the mild lack of air from his hand securely around her throat.
The air was cool from the fan in the corner. Her fur was prickly and matted from the first day of impregantion. Tyler was just as unclean, but still curled up against her side. Soren looked down at the sleeping canine. She wanted him to stay.
To be continued.