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Author's Note: I wrote this on a whim about six months ago and have been tweaking it here and there when the mood strikes. It's likely the smuttiest thing I've ever written. The kinks and situations involved aren't exactly within the realm of what I usually work on, and I wasn't sure I would ever share it. That said, the ethical questions and paradoxes of this story's world are strangely compelling to me, and I wanted to explore them. If some of that exploration happens to also be extremely horny, I guess I'll just have to fall on that sword. Enjoy!", "writing": "[b]Stud Service[/b]\n[i]Brathor Cyr[/i]\n\n[b]1. Professional Courtesy[/b]\nNathan let out an involuntary grunt as his knot finally popped into the human woman beneath him. The black-furred wolf had all but folded her in half in the end, shoving her knees all the way up against her shoulders so he could put his full weight behind his cock. His balls throbbed in time to the strong pulses of cum being unleashed inside of her. He took a curated cocktail of supplements and hormones to maximize the volume of semen he could produce, and as a result, the fluid splashing deep inside her was faintly audible even under the heavy breathing and the woman’s sobbing whimpers of orgasm. Tongue lolling from a parted, panting muzzle, he opened his eyes to peer down at her.\n\nShe was fairly typical of a human woman. Late 20s. Dark brown hair. A little more than five feet tall. She had modest breasts and carried a little extra weight, but in a way that only enhanced her femininity. Her eyes were closed and she had thrown her head back during her last orgasm. She looked exhausted. Her husband, a slender ocelot who might have been a little over five feet tall, was holding her hand, a shell-shocked expression in his eyes as he stared at where his wife’s genitals met the wolf’s. Nathan’s knot had stretched her wide open, and a slight ridge was visible in her lower abdomen. As Nathan followed the feline’s eyes, it became clear what he was looking at. He offered a half smile to the husband, but the man didn’t notice.\nIt took a full twenty minutes for his knot to deflate enough for him to pull out. He still had to all but peel the woman off him. She came again while he did it, but Nathan, short on patience (and needing to prepare for his next appointment) forced the issue. An obscene popping sound accompanied his withdrawal. A thick stream of white fluid immediately surged out of her along with his cock. The wolf admired his handy work for a few heartbeats, then looked up to where the husband was once again staring between his legs. Even without the knot, the wolf’s cock had more girth than the cat’s forearm. Making eye contact with the other male, Nathan gave him a knowing wink, then stood and walked over to a nearby rack where a warm towel and a robe were waiting for him.\n\n“I’ll be surprised if that one doesn’t take,” the wolf said as he casually cleaned their combined juices from his cock. “But if the tests are still negative in a week, feel free to make another appointment.” The woman was still dazed, but she’d regained some of her faculties. Her eyes went from her husband to the wolf.\n\n “Y-You’re so big,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto his softening penis.\n\nLike most predator species, he’d been blessed with a bulky physique. Counting the ears, he was more than seven feet tall and he weighed more than three hundred pounds. Thanks to the strict nutrition and fitness regimen required by his contract, nearly all of that was muscle. But he knew she wasn’t talking about his body.\n\nThe woman was supposed to be one of the best young poets of the century. She’d published six books, won several prestigious awards, and was known for her eloquence. And thirty minutes with him had reduced her to a babbling, quivering mess.\n\n“True, but I’m told the knot’s what makes my success rate so high. My manager knows all the statistics and biology shit. I don’t really care how it works. The important part is that after three sessions, my rate is almost 100%. Though I have a feeling you’ll be a one-and-done case. Your pussy practically sucked me in.”\n\nHe’d expected the blush. He wasn’t prepared for the way her eyes had lit up when he’d said ‘pussy’.\n\n“Pussy,” she repeated as if tasting the word. “I... usually lecture my students when they say that, but there’s something about your voice...”\n\n“Really?” He lowered his voice as he enunciated the syllables. “Puss-see.”\n\nShe visibly shuddered. Damn, he was getting hard again. But he had two more clients to see to today. “Well...” he paused as he tried to remember this one’s name. “Juliet, right?”\n\nShe bit her lip. “Uh, no. It’s Jennifer.”\n\n“Ah, shit. Sorry. I’m normally pretty good with names. Anyway, Jennifer, it’s been nice meeting you and your husband here.” The cat’s eyes kept focusing on his cock, darting up every few seconds as if he couldn’t help himself. It was starting to make Nathan uncomfortable. The guy had barely said three words since they’d shaken hands. About five minutes before he’d been balls-deep in his wife. “I’m going to head out. Take your time, you have the room for another hour.”\n\nHe slipped the robe on, then stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him.\n\nKaylee was waiting outside, her tablet out and ready. Nathan sighed. She always made him nervous when she hovered outside one of the breeding rooms like this. She was a no-nonsense vixen in her early 50s who managed Nathan and several other studs. As usual, she had on a professional pantsuit and a perpetual scowl. Adding the recently acquired square-rimmed reading glasses, Kaylee looked like she was a strict kindergarten teacher. Not that he would ever say that out loud. He was sure that would cost him an eye, or at least several teeth. Bad attitude aside, she was an amazing businessperson, but she had no empathy skills. Not that Nathan could criticize that.\n\n “Well?”\n\nHe casually tied the robe’s belt. “Well, what?”\n\n“I’m trying to plan out your schedule for next week. Do you think she’ll need another round?”\n\nHe laughed. “I wouldn’t mind it, but no. I have a pretty good feel for these things.”\n\n“I’d hope so after this long, but there’s no accounting for every factor involved in a pregnancy. Unfortunately, your waiting list is starting to become unmanageable and I’d like to clear some more clients. I’ll probably need to up your rates again.”\n\nHe raised a brow. “Really? Didn’t you put it up to six figures?”\n\n“Yes. Believe it or not, that only increased the number of requests I’ve received. It seems that most of our clientele assumes expensive also means high-quality.”\n\nNathan chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do to live up to those expectations.”\n\n“I expect nothing less.”\n\nHer tone made it clear she wasn’t in the mood for his bravado, so he offered an apologetic smile and rubbed the back of his neck. He enjoyed the lifestyle his career afforded him (not to mention the work itself) but it was sometimes hard to believe how lucrative this had become. Despite Kaylee and the agency taking damn near fifty percent, not to mention all the taxes and licensing fees he had to pay, he still had more money than he knew what to do with.\n\n “Well, you know the business end of things better than I do. Obviously. Do what you have to.” He started walking down the hallway towards his room and the vixen fell in step beside him, claws clicking along the hard floor. “Is my next client here?”\n\n“Yes. That’s why I came to see you. She’s passed the last medical check, but the husband is trying to back out.”\n\nNathan scoffed. It wasn’t unusual for clients to second guess the need for a stud in the final moments before an appointment. The women often grew nervous about the realities of pregnancy, not to mention sex with an oversized predator. That, he could understand. What annoyed him was the men. A degree of insecurity was to be expected, but by the time the contracts had been signed and the fees paid, you’d think that would have been dealt with. It wasn’t his fault that so few males could successfully breed across species, but jealousy was a frequent problem.\n\nAdmittedly, a part of him did enjoy the reaction most of them had when they saw his cock for the first time. He didn’t let those feelings show. Usually.\n\n Still, he couldn’t remember the last time a client had canceled on him outside of some serious medical concern or emergency. “I thought you screened these people.”\n\nShe looked offended, though it didn’t reach her voice. “Of course I do. Admittedly, the husband raised some red flags, but he has connections to one of the board members. I was flatly told I couldn’t deny him.”\n\nThey soon reached a more isolated part of the floor where they could talk more openly. “But now he’s canceling it himself? Doesn’t that solve the problem?”\n\nShe shook her head. “No, unfortunately, it doesn’t. We’re contractually obligated to complete any appointments made, or else we’ll have to refund them. He paid a significant rush fee to bypass the waiting list, so we’re talking about a lot of money.”\n\nHe nodded. “So, what do you want me to do about it?”\n\n“They’ve asked to speak to you. I know that you don’t like to socialize with clients, but you’ll save me a lot of headaches if you can convince him and his wife to keep the appointment.”\n\nHe let out a soft breath as he considered. Once, he’d been interested in spending time with the people who wanted to raise his children. But he’d learned some hard lessons about his true role in these relationships. When push came to shove, he was nothing but a tool, and the legal system had long since decided that licensed studs had no rights once the deed was done.\n\n “What’s their deal?”\n\nShe didn’t even have to consult her tablet. “I’ll give you some time to study the file if you want, but here’s the short version. Eugene Roberts is a male otter in his late forties. He has been married twice before to other otters and had pups with both other women. Two years ago, he married Sarah, a much younger Arctic fox with little experience. He hasn’t attended the usual counseling sessions we require for couples before they get approved. Frankly, I expected him not to want to be in the room while you impregnate her. But today, he showed up with a chip on his shoulder and he’s been taking it out on half the staff, including me. I’ve told him to either calm down, or leave, but he’s refusing to leave Sarah here by herself. She seems like a sweet woman, at least, but it’s clear her husband is calling the shots for now. Is that enough?”\n\nGritting his teeth, he considered his options. He hated marital drama. The agency had several therapists and medical professionals on staff who were supposed to be dealing with this.\n\n Kaylee could read his expression, and she shrugged. “I’ve talked to him a few times, so have several of our nurses and one of the marriage counselors. Nothing’s worked. This isn’t about ovulation cycles and fertility rates. I’m not even sure this is a jealousy thing. I suspect it’s more about the man’s pride.”\n\nThe wolf sighed. “If I deal with this, it’s going to be in my way.” He gave her a pointed look to make sure she understood. “You sure you want to leave it up to me?”\n\n“No. But I also have no better ideas. You’re my last option.”\n\n“Fine. Put them in one of the conference rooms while I change into something more professional. And keep one of the breeding rooms open.”\n\nShe nodded and headed back to deal with the couple.\n\n\n\n[b]2. Arbitration[/b]\n\nNathan’s dressing room was a kind of private lounge he used to rest and prepare between sessions. It had a couch, desk, and small bed, along with a few other amenities, including a full bathroom. He also kept a few changes of clothes in a tiny closet near the bed. He spent a few minutes in the shower, washing the scent of sex from his fur, and waiting for the dryer to do its job. That done, he changed into a suit. By the time he finished, Kaylee had sent over the Roberts profile, so he took a few minutes to skim through it. He used to read the full profiles of every client, but he just didn’t have the time or inclination. Most of the women were a vague blur at this point.\n\n Reading between the lines, the otter’s story wasn’t that unusual. He was a wealthy, middle-aged male from a long line of wealthy middle-aged men. He was used to getting his way and being able to throw money at any problem to make it go away. He likely saw his wives and children as possessions, which would explain why he traded in for a newer model every ten years or so. Sure, he was a billionaire, but otherwise unremarkable. Nathan had had his fill of the type.\n\nSarah, by contrast, surprised him. She wasn’t a model or a socialite, which Nathan had come to expect from the wives of rich men. She came from a lower-class upbringing. She and her husband had met through some kind of anonymous speed dating service. In their application, they described it as a love-at-first-sight story. That made Nathan skeptical, but he would be the first to admit his notion of a healthy romantic relationship was more than a little warped after all this time as a stud. He’d never really had the time or energy to date women seriously, at least not since he’d met Kaylee. On a rare occasion - usually during the Agency’s winter break - he’d spend a week or so with the same woman. But even those whirlwind relationships had an air of frivolity. No matter how much he was paid for his services, the truth was that he was a very expensive prostitute, not a romantic partner.\n\n That was another reason he didn’t like meeting clients, especially husbands. Seeing their relationships up close made him realize the irony of his situation. He’d had sex with thousands of women over the last decade. His cum was so valuable that he was contractually forbidden from masturbating. And yet, the closest thing he had to an intimate relationship was the contract between himself and his manager. Kaylee was an intelligent, confident woman, and she effectively ran his entire life. But she was not his friend. They had never been lovers. Hell, he was pretty sure she didn’t even like him.\n\nThe wolf found himself reading through Sarah’s entire application. He was moved by her response to the standard “Why do you want to be a mother?” question.\n\n“I grew up in a large family. I always dreamed of having a family of my own someday, and I had some older siblings and cousins who I was close to. We had our problems, and growing up sometimes felt like a battle to be noticed and loved, but I was fortunate to have the kind of loving home that allowed me to grow and develop my talents. I have a husband who loves me and wants children, and I love him, I’m fortunate that we can afford a service like this to ensure I can. I want them to know that they are loved and wanted and that they are valuable. I also hope they will understand that they were a product of love and that their father and I will both love them unconditionally.”\n\n As he scrolled through the pictures of her that had been submitted, including several wedding photos, he realized he was genuinely attracted to this fox, and he hadn’t met her yet. It had been a long time since he’d felt something like that.\n\nWhen he finished, he sighed. Looking in the mirror, he took a moment to smooth out his fur and straighten his tie before stepping back into the hallway.\n\nThe Loving Embrace Stud Service went to great lengths to distinguish itself from a standard brothel, and most other stud services. They carefully managed their image, balancing the aesthetics of a sterile medical facility and office with the occasional touch of warmth, like the tastefully arranged pictures of the agency’s successful offspring that hung on the wall.\n\nThe building had three levels. The basement housed a fully equipped gym, a pool, and several other facilities where Nathan and the other studs could keep up their strict fitness routines. The ground floor was the main office and medical facility, offering offices, testing facilities, and meeting rooms of various sizes. The sound-proofed breeding rooms and the lounge facilities for the studs were located on the upper floor.\n\n Loving Embrace’s primary goal was to make the people who hired them as comfortable as possible, and they went out of their way to cater to the emotional and physical needs of their clients to ensure every step of the process was handled in a positive, professional manner.\n\nHe found Kaylee and the Roberts in one of the nicer conference rooms. The space was designed to make clients feel welcome, with comfortable chairs and couches. A bar stocked with water and soft drinks hummed in the corner next to a table of snacks, and an oversized TV that played nothing but silent PR materials. The three of them were gathered around the round table set to one side of the room. A small stack of papers had been placed in the center, along with a gleaming metal pen.\n\nAs he entered, all three heads turned towards him. Kaylee had her usual cool professional expression. Eugene was irritated. Sarah, by contrast, had a pleasant, almost warm smile on her face.\n\nThe wolf nodded to her and gave the couple a pleasant smile.\n\n“Hello, I’m Nathan Travis,” he said stepping towards the group and offering a handshake to each of them. “I’m the sire who’s been assigned to your case.”\n\n “We know who you are,” the otter spat.\n\nSarah’s paw was comically small in his, but she smiled up at him with a wide-eyed expression. “Hi, Mr. Travis,” she said in a polite tone. “I’m Sarah, and this is my husband, Gene. It’s nice to meet you in person.”\n\nNathan gave her a reassuring smile, then gestured towards the couches rather than the conference table. “Do you mind if we sit down over there, I think we’ll all be more comfortable.”\n\n“Actually,” Kaylee corrected, “I’m running late for another meeting. I don’t need to stay for all of it, but I do need to deliver a report. It shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes. Nathan should be able to answer your questions in the meantime.”\n\nNathan shot a sidelong glance at Kaylee. He hadn’t expected to be alone in this. She knew how short his temper could be.\n\nEugene was about to protest, but his wife grabbed his hand. “Please, Gene,” she said in a quiet voice, “let’s do this for me. For us.”\n\nWith an exaggerated sigh, the otter relented. As the older fox excused herself, the couple made their way to one of the couches. Nathan soon settled in across from them.\n\n “So,” Nathan said. He was going to have words with Kaylee about this. “Kaylee says you’re having second thoughts about the procedure.”\n\nThe otter was almost as short as his wife, and at least forty pounds overweight. The wolf had seen the otter’s stats and knew he was only 50, but the male had a worn-out appearance, the kind Nathan associated with elderly men. Some of it was the pair of thick spectacles he wore, along with the ill-fitting sweater vest over a white button-up, but it wasn’t just that. He had an angry, scrunched-up kind of expression, but aside from that he looked tired.\n\nBy contrast, Sarah was a model of serenity. She wore a simple blue sun dress. The neckline was a bit loose, but something about the way the sunlight lit up her fur highlighted her youth. It seemed wrong that such a beautiful woman would be wasted on such a greasy little man.\n\nGene rolled his beady little eyes. “Procedure? Is that what we’re calling it?”\n\nNathan shrugged. “Most prefer the clinical term. We can call it whatever you like. I want to know why you’re suddenly getting cold feet.”\n\n The otter scowled. “Is it so hard to understand that I don’t want some stranger to fuck my wife?”\n\nSarah let out a small gasp. “Gene!”\n\n“What? That’s what we’re talking about, isn’t it? When I told the Agency I wanted their best sire, I didn’t know we’d be dealing with a dumb brute. All you’ve done your whole life is fuck. You’ve never had a real job. You’ve never had to accomplish anything beyond winning the genetic lottery. You didn’t even go to college! I don’t want my child to be fathered by a walking sperm bank.”\n\nIt had been a long time since someone had said something like that to his face. He was one of the most sought-after sires in the country. Maybe in the world. He’d been on the covers of magazines and had been paid millions for commercial endorsements. Where did this little piece of shit get off?\n\nThe wolf took a deep breath, reminding himself that his ego didn’t matter.\n\n“No, I didn’t go to college, or have a traditional career. But I assure you my cognitive tests are well above the norm. I’m told several of my first kids have already achieved significant academic and athletic accomplishments. Kaylee can arrange for you to meet a few of them if you’d like.”\n\n Eugene folded his arms, pouting like a very ugly toddler.\n\nNathan decided to shift tactics and turned his attention to the woman. “Mrs. Roberts? I know you want to make your husband happy, but I’d like to know what you’re thinking about all this. Do you think I’m the wrong candidate?”\n\nShe shook her head. “No. I studied the options Ms. Sanders gave us thoroughly. You have the most impressive file by far. Gene,” she said, trying to calm her husband once again. “Is this about what you told me last week?”\n\nThe otter’s eyes shifted to the side. “I told you, that was a joke.”\n\nSarah sighed. “Gene, I know this isn’t as important for you as it is for me. You’re already a dad. But I want the chance to have a child of my own. This is the best option for us. Why can’t you be honest with me?”\n\nThe otter looked between Nathan and Sarah. “There’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to do it. I can take fertility drugs. I can do the exercises he does.”\n\n“We’ve tried for two years,” Sarah whispered, her ears sagging. “Remember what the doctors said. You have almost no chance of being able to have a child with me.”\n\n “Then we’ll do it as an actual medical procedure. He doesn’t need to have sex with you.”\n\n Nathan shrugged, “In vitro is always an option. But you’ve already paid for me and my success rate is higher. I’m sure Kaylee’s explained all the medical and scientific details more eloquently than I can, so I won’t repeat that. What I will say is that there’s a component to this that goes beyond biology. It’s about chemistry and instinct. I’m a canine, and I’m in the 99th percentile for inter-species breeding markers. I have the tools to ensure the process is as successful as possible. You don’t.”\n\nThe otter sighed. “Well, that’s part of the problem.”\n\n“What do you mean?”\n\nThere was color visible in his ears, and he hesitated. It was Sarah who finally answered. “Gene is a bit self-conscious about his...” she gestured down and Nathan couldn’t help but smirk. “He’s... average, and he slips out sometimes when we have sex. He thinks it’s because my first boyfriend was another fox.”\n\n“I’m not sure I follow.”\n\n“He thinks it... his knot, I mean... stretched me too much.”\n\n “Oh,” Nathan smirked. “I’ve never heard that stated so bluntly before.”\n\nGene’s face contorted into a glare.\n\nSarah sighed and looked over at her husband. “Gene, this is ridiculous. Babies are larger than any penis, and mothers still have sex all the time.”\n\n“I’ve had kids before. Yes, you’ll still be able to have sex, but it won’t be the same.”\n\nSarah opened her mouth to chastise him, but the wolf cut her off.\n\n“It’s a legitimate concern. I’ll be honest, I’m probably going to stretch her out more than you ever could on your best day. You’d be amazed at how fast most women adjust to it. The vagina is a remarkable organ. It’ll recover. But you’re right that it might not be quite as tight.” Leaning back, he casually adjusted the bulge between his legs, inviting them to look.\n\nGene’s eyes locked on to the obvious ridge in the front of the wolf’s pants, swallowing. But after a moment, he managed to raise his narrow gaze. It was clear the otter didn’t know how to handle someone who wouldn’t just give him what he wanted.\n\n“As I was just telling my last client, the knot’s the real MVP here. That’s why most professional studs are canines. When I’m tied, my cum has nowhere to go but deeper.” He grinned, “Last year, someone took this beautiful high-def ultrasound footage and used it to create a 3D simulation of the insemination process. I can pull it up if you’re interested, but the bottom line is that Sarah’s entire reproductive system is going to be soaking in my jizz for a solid 20-30 minutes before I even pull out. I’ve been told there’s this hormonal shift that happens when a pussy is that full. Makes pregnancy almost inevitable.”\n\n He wasn’t sure if Sarah’s flush was from embarrassment or arousal. But Gene was not amused.\n\n“It’s not just the knot though. Or the genetic bullshit. Every part of my life is precisely managed to maximize my virility. I have more sperm in a teaspoon of my cum than most men produce in a week. My average output volume is nearly a liter. The drug cocktail I take also adds something to my seminal fluid that triggers ovulation.” He paused, watching the man’s reaction to decide if he needed to go on. “The point is, that this isn’t about fucking your wife, Gene.” He made eye contact with Sarah and flashed her a few teeth. “That isn’t to say I won’t enjoy it - I definitely will - but this is the culmination of a specialized process that gives your wife the best possible chance of being a mother.”\n\nThe otter shook his head, still in denial.\n\nNathan smiled. “Look, you’re not my only client today. So can we get this over with? Let’s be honest, that little nub of yours isn’t doing anything for her anyway, so I don’t see what you’re so worried about.”\n\n “Mr. Travis!” Sarah said in shock.\n\nNathan gave her a flat look. “Am I wrong?”\n\nShe hesitated, then looked away.\n\n“Right,” Nathan said. “Look, Gene. We both know you have money and connections and all that bullshit. But for once in your little life, this isn’t about what you want. You don’t need to be involved in this at all.”\n\nSarah’s expression shifted to one of curiosity while Gene continued to scowl. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that? You think you can insult me and get away with it. I could have your ass on the street in a day.”\n\n“I doubt that.”\n\nThe otter’s expression tightened, and his fists clenched. “Fuck you.”\n\nNathan smirked. “Gene, I’m starting to think you and I aren’t ever going to get along. If it wasn’t for your wife, I’d have walked out the door a long time ago. I’m not sure if this is about your masculinity or if there’s something else going on. But I’m not here for you, and I’m not here to make you feel good about your pencil dick or your inability to please her. If you care about Sarah, you’ll shut the fuck up and sign the papers. If you’re polite about it, I might even let you lick my balls while I empty them into your wife.”\n\n The otter’s jaw dropped open. Nathan turned to Sarah. “Sorry if that’s forward, but a lot of guys like to get as close as they can when they can’t do it themselves. I don’t mind as long as they ask first.”\n\nSarah was obviously embarrassed, but he could smell the growing arousal on her. It was making him hard. “Mr. Travis, that’s so... dirty.”\n\nThe otter stood and his face somehow got uglier. “How dare you!” He grabbed his wife’s arm and tried to pull her up. “We’re leaving.”\n\nNathan’s smile widened as Sarah didn’t let herself be pulled up. “No, Gene, I don’t think you are.”\n\n“I’ve got half a mind to sue you, you fucking mutt,” the otter growled, yanking on Sarah’s arm.\n\nNathan snorted. “Try it. You’re probably used to having an expensive team of lawyers to throw at people to intimidate them. That won’t work with us. For one thing, you’ve already signed the base contract. For another, I guarantee that the Agency has access to the same expensive shitheads you do.”\n\nHe shrugged. “Let me spell this out for you. There are two reasons I’m still talking to you like an adult. The first is for Sarah. When I breed her - and that is going to happen, Gene - I don’t want her to be thinking about your beedy-eyed face. She deserves more than that. The second is that the last papers you need to sign are what give you parental rights to the kids I’m going to give her. Now, I can move forward without that signature, but the Agency has a strict policy that married clients must both accept parental responsibility.”\n\n The otter looked unconvinced, but Sarah was still watching him attentively. Her blue eyes searched his, and Nathan did his best to project confidence. “If that’s the case, I’m leaving,” the otter was saying, “I will not--”\n\n“Gene,” Sarah interrupted, her voice serene but forceful all the same. “If you don’t sign the papers, I’ll divorce you.”\n\nGene’s mouth dropped open and his grip on her arm slackened.\n\n“You’ll what?”\n\n“You heard me. You know how much I want this. You’ve already paid. The only roadblock is our marriage. If that’s what it takes to finish this, so be it.”\n\nNathan did his best not to be smug about this turn of events, but he was enjoying it. “There are several lawyers in our legal affairs department that could likely help you with that. I know for a fact there’s a standardized intent form you can sign that would cut through the last of this red tape. We could still finish our appointment, with or without Mr. Roberts’s signature.”\n\nSarah hesitated. “Gene, I don’t want to do this. But I will.”\n\nThe otter opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no words came. But the threat hadn’t had the effect Nathan wanted. If anything the otter was more angry. He couldn’t accept that she wasn’t just giving him what he wanted. He tugged harder on her arm. “This is insane. We need to leave. Now!”\n\n “Stop it!” she said, trying to pull her arm back.\n\n“No! You’re nothing to him. Did you hear what he said about his ‘previous client’!? You wouldn’t even be the first cunt he’s fucked today!”\n\nShe gasped and yanked on her arm again. “I can’t believe you said that! Let go of me!”\n\nShe used her free arm to push her husband away and the man stumbled backward, then tripped and fell at an awkward angle.\n\nWorried, Sarah went to his side and tried to help him up, but, his pride wounded and tears now obvious at the corners of his eyes, the otter shoved her roughly away. “Don’t touch me, bitch!”\n\nThe otter was so weak that she was barely pushed back a step, but Nathan had had enough.\n\nDespite the incredible physical conditioning his contract required of him, Nathan rarely used his strength or stamina for anything but exercise and sex. So he was surprised at how easy it was for him to lift the otter to face level. He barely registered his move from the couch. Gene stared at him with terror-filled eyes magnified by his crooked glasses. A bassy snarl reverberated through the wolf’s body. Sarah was now looking at him with an open mouth.\n\n “Say that again,” Nathan said, his voice deep and threatening.\n\n“I- I-” the otter stammered.\n\n“Say. That. Again.”\n\nGene almost said something, but all that came out was a strangled squeak. He shut his muzzle.\n\n“That’s the smartest thing you’ve done all day.”\n\nAfter being dropped, Gene crumpled onto the floor with a soft whimper.\n\nNathan ignored him. “Sarah, go find Kaylee and tell her your husband is going to sign the last of the paperwork.”\n\n“B-but,” the otter stammered.\n\n“No,” He snarled. “You don’t get to talk right now.”\n\nThe arctic fox seemed hesitant to leave her husband alone with him, so Nathan reassured her. “Don’t worry, Sarah. He’ll be fine. I promise.”\n\nShe nodded and rushed off. Nathan was certain she’d be able to find Kaylee without much trouble.\n\nAs soon as the woman was gone, the wolf let the last of his professional demeanor drop. “Now,” he said, turning on the otter, who scrambled backward until he hit the edge of the couch. “I’m going to tell you exactly what’s about to happen.”\n\nAll defiance that had been in the otter’s expression was gone. “I-I-I-.”\n\n “Shut up.”\n\nHis muzzle snapped shut and he stared up at Nathan, his pupils reduced to tiny dots.\n\n“That’s better. Now, the first thing that’s going to happen is you’re going to walk over to that table, and you’re going to sign those papers. Then you’re going to hand them to me, and say, ‘Thank you, Nathan, for putting your big fat cock in my wife’s pussy and filling it with cum.’ If you try to say anything else, I’m going to hit you.”\n\n“H-hit me?”\n\n“Yes. You don’t deserve a warning, but I’m giving you one. That’s me being a professional.”\n\nThe otter’s head bobbed as he nodded.\n\n“Now. Get up, and do what I said.”\n\nThe otter eased to his feet, and the wolf stepped towards the table to put the papers in front of him.\n\nGene took his time, pretending to read the whole thing. Nathan could tell he was stalling, trying to think of some way to get out of the situation he was in. The fear scent on him was still strong, but the wolf realized that there was something else there. He’d missed it earlier with the scent of Sarah’s growing arousal, and his own, but the otter was getting turned on by all of this as well. He couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him, which the otter misinterpreted.\n\n “You can’t threaten me, do you know who I--”\n\nNathan slapped the otter across the face. It wasn’t hard, or at least he hadn’t thought it was, but the otter let out a sharp cry and fell out of his chair. When he got back up, his glasses had been dislodged and a thin trickle of blood running from a nostril.\n\n“I warned you, you pathetic little shit,” the wolf snarled, still disgusted by the man and the way he’d treated Sarah. He opened his mouth to try to answer, but Nathan clenched his fists and that was enough for the otter to cower.\n\n“Do you even know how lucky you got with her? Sarah’s beautiful in ways most actors and models pay thousands of dollars to mimic. She adores you. And you’re shitting it all away because you’re afraid she might like getting fucked properly? Now sign the fucking papers.” \n“Y-you can’t do this,” he said, though he started staring at the papers again.\n\n “Sign,” Nathan said, putting a hand on the otter’s shoulder and squeezing.\n\n He did. Finally. Before he could say anything else, Nathan snatched up the stack of papers and shoved the otter into a chair. “Now, Gene, I think you have something to say to me.”\n\n\n He shook his head, sniffing back tears and blood. But he flinched when Nathan raised his fist again. “I-I’m sorry, please don’t-”\n\n“Say it.”\n\nThe otter sniffed and took a few deep breaths. His eyes shifted between the papers and the wolf. “Th-thank you for putting your big fat cock in my wife’s pussy.”\n\nNathan’s eyes narrowed. “And?”\n\n“F-filling it with c-cum.”\n\n“Again. The way I told you.”\n\nGene’s shoulders slumped and he lowered his head. “Thank you, Nathan, for putting your big...fat...c-cock in my wife’s p-pussy and filling it with cum.”\n\n“Make me believe it.”\n\nGene took another deep breath and tried again. “Thank you for putting your big fat cock in my wife’s pussy and filling it with your cum.”\n\nNathan’s cock was swelling, and not all of it was the lingering scent of arousal in the air. He’d always enjoyed asserting himself with the husbands and partners of the women he’d fucked, but he’d never done so with such force or violence before. He’d intimidated people a few times, sure, mostly to make sure they wouldn’t interfere while he did his job. But this was... new.\n\n He crouched behind the chair the otter was sitting in and lowered his muzzle until it was inches from a rounded ear. “I’m going to give her the best sex of her life.”\n\nGene made a choked sound, and Nathan grabbed his shoulders, digging his claws into the otter’s flesh and making him flinch. “I’m gonna be distracted, so I want you to do something for me. Count how many times she cums.”\n\nGene was trembling, and Nathan leaned in a little more so he could grip the otter’s hard dick through his slacks. “Then I want you to think about that when you’re trying to slide this little piglet inside of her.”\n\nThe otter whimpered. “You’re going to think about me every time you’re with her. Every time you cum at all.”\n\nNathan let his muzzle brush the otter’s cheek. “And you’re going to bring her back to me to knock her up again. As often as she wants. You’ll pay for it every time. And do you know what you’ll say to me every single fucking time you hand me the signed papers?”\n\nGene shook his head.\n\n“You’ll say, ‘Thank you, Nathan, for putting your big fat cock in my wife’s pussy and filling it with cum.’”\n\n The otter let out a soft, choked cry, but a warm, wet pulsing against his hand confirmed what he’d already known. Gene enjoyed being dominated. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.\n\n“Say, ‘Yes, Nathan.’”\n\n“Y-yes, Nathan,” the otter gasped.\n\n“Say, ‘Anything you want, Nathan.’”\n\n“Any-anything you want, Nathan.”\n\n“Good.” His ears perked and he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. “If you behave, I’ll let you kiss my slimy cock after. You know, just to show it how thankful you are.”\n\nGene was trembling now. His eyes were unfocused and distant. He angled his ears towards the sound of approaching footsteps.\n\n“They’re coming back,” he said, standing back up and adjusting his slacks so his erection was less obvious. There was no hiding the smell of cum. “Stand up and fix your pants.”\n\nThe otter’s shaking hands adjusted his glasses as he got to his feet. The dark stain on his slacks was conspicuous, as was the smell. The scent of Nathan’s arousal was almost as strong. There was no way either of the women would miss it.\n\nKaylee entered the room first, with a thick envelope under her arm and a stack of papers in her hand. Behind her came Sarah. She was anxious, but her eyes widened when she saw her husband’s disheveled appearance. Both of them wrinkled their noses, and Kaylee glared at him. Not sure what to say, he remained quiet. Meanwhile, Sarah was staring at both of them.\n\n Fortunately, after only a few heartbeats, Kaylee had put her mask back on. The smells of cum and arousal were nothing new to her in this line of work.\n\n“Did you finish signing the paperwork?” Kaylee asked, taking the papers from the otter and checking them.\n\n“Yes,” Gene said, his voice dry.\n\nKaylee efficiently examined them, checking to make sure each page was properly initialed.\n\n“Everything seems to be in order.”\n\n“Of course it is,” Nathan announced. “Gene here was just telling me how sorry he was for being so difficult. Right, Gene?”\n\nThe otter didn’t hear him at first, so he reached over and put a hand on the man’s shoulder and squeezed.\n\n“Oh, y-yeah.”\n\n“Hey, I get it. Becoming a father can be stressful. No hard feelings. But I think you should apologize to Kaylee too.”\n\n“Oh, right, um, sorry,” he said.\n\nKaylee gave Nathan a cool stare, then nodded to Gene. “Of course, Mr. Roberts.”\n\n“I think there’s one more person you owe an apology to.”\n\nGene’s gaze met Sarah’s and the white fox’s ears pinned back.\n\n“I’m s-sorry, Sarah.”\n\n“For?” Nathan insisted, squeezing again.\n\n “For calling you a b-bad name, and for not being supportive. I know how important this is to you and it’s important to me too.”\n\nSarah was paying attention to the exchange, but her eyes kept darting to the bulge between Nathan’s legs. Nathan could tell he’d left a damp stain of his own that was slowly spreading down the front of his thigh. She seemed to be having a difficult time focusing on anything else. Nathan didn’t think she’d noticed her husband’s hard-on, though the way he was trembling made Nathan think he might cum in his pants. Again.\n\n“Sarah?” Nathan prodded.\n\n“Oh, uh, it’s fine, sweetie.”\n\n“See, everything is fine,” Nathan said, releasing the otter’s shoulder. He’d dug in a little deeper than he meant to, and there were small puncture marks left in the fabric. At least he hadn’t drawn blood.\n\nKaylee stared at the marks he’d left, obviously irritated. But, he had warned her that if he was going to solve this it would be in his way. She had no room to complain. “I’m glad we could settle this amicably.” She consulted her tablet, looking at Gene. “Mr. Roberts, did you want to be in the breeding room for the procedure? Many spouses like to be there for emotional support, but some prefer to pass the time in one of our waiting rooms.”\n\n Nathan cut off his answer. “He’ll be in the room.”\n\nGene swallowed, and the wolf caught a faint nod. “Um, yeah, I-I want to be there.”\n\n“Excellent.” She turned her attention to the other fox, who was looking at Nathan. “Mrs. Roberts?”\n\n“Sarah,” she corrected, tearing her eyes away from Nathan and glancing at her husband. “I want him to be there.”\n\n“Wonderful,” Kaylee monotoned. “I’ll walk you up there. Nathan, if you want to go get ready, I can show them to the room.”\n\n“Sure,” the wolf said, tugging again at his bulging slacks. “I should change. Which room is it?”\n\n“Four,” Kaylee said.\n\n“My favorite. Thanks, Kaylee.” He took Sarah’s paw in his and gave the back of it a gentle kiss. “I’ll see you soon.” He did not say bye to Gene.\n\n\n[b]Interlude[/b]\n\nBy the time Nathan reached his dressing room, the nurse who helped with his pre-breeding preparations was already waiting for him. The young marten was always upbeat and used something in his fur that smelled strongly of strawberries. Nathan liked him and had let him suck his dick a few times - though never to completion. For some women, mostly those he didn’t find attractive, he found such stimulation helpful. Not that he would need any help for Sarah. He’d been half-hard since leaving the conference room.\n\n “Good morning, Nathan,” he said, holding a clipboard.\n\n“Morning, Kevin. How’s it going?”\n\n“Busy as always,” he said as he pulled a small device from of his pocket. He efficiently collected a drop of Nathan’s blood, then plugged the sample into a slot on the datapad. While waiting for the results, he announced, “I have your afternoon pills ready, and I have a note here that you haven’t been drinking enough water.”\n\nNathan started to undress, carefully hanging up his suit, though he set the slacks aside so he could get them cleaned. The precum scent was too strong on them. The front of his underwear was saturated down one thigh. He sighed and started to peel them off as well. “Yeah, sorry, it’s been a long week.”\n\n“That’s fine, your levels aren’t bad yet. But they’ll make me administer saline if you drop too much lower.”\n\n“Noted,” the wolf said as he examined himself in the mirror. His fur was a bit disheveled since he hadn’t brushed it out properly after his last shower. He didn’t always have that luxury considering he was expected to clean himself thoroughly after each breeding.\n\n The marten set a few pills on the counter along with a cup of water. Nathan took them in the order the marten indicated. There was one he didn’t recognize. “What’s this?” he said, holding up the hexagonal white tablet.\n\n“Oh, it’s a hormone booster. The doctor added it to your list a few days ago. I’m surprised you didn’t notice before.”\n\n“Any side effects I should know about?”\n\n“Some headaches and nausea. Possibly a slight increase in libido. You might notice an increase in semen volume.”\n\nNathan chuckled. “Not likely.”\n\n“Hey, you asked. It’s a common side effect.”\n\n“I’ll let you know,” the wolf said as he swallowed it.\n\n“Great,” the marten said.\n\nThe tablet beeped, and the marten busied himself by studying the test results. Nathan finished brushing out his fur, then put his robe on. It was rare to wear anything else to a breeding session. Most clients were already naked and eager to go by the time he entered the room and clothes tended to get in the way.\n\nWhen he turned around, he noticed the marten was frowning at him. “Are you feeling stressed, Nathan?”\n\n “Why do you ask?”\n\n“Your cortisol and adrenaline levels are a bit elevated.”\n\n“Just a disagreement with one of the spouses, nothing major. I took care of it.”\n\nThe marten’s expression became more concerned. “Nathan, I’ve been seeing some other red flags on your chart. Your potassium has been under baseline for a while, and your blood pressure’s been creeping up for a couple of months now.”\n\n“I assume I’m still in contractual limits.”\n\n“Yes, but that’s not the point. My job is to keep you in peak condition, and you’re slipping. That could cause us all serious problems if we don’t figure out why.”\n\n“Is my success rate dropping?”\n\nKevin shook his head. “No, not yet anyway. You’re about where you’ve been for most of your career.”\n\n“Then I don’t think we have anything to worry about. Kevin, you know my routine. I exercise every day, I follow my meal plan, and I take the pills you give me. I have more sex than just about anyone on the planet. Is there something else I should be doing?”\n\n“I can’t answer that, Nathan. But if there is something in your life that’s stressing you out, you need to take care of it. I want you to be healthy. If you don’t believe that I’m worried about a friend, then at least accept that I’m trying to protect our jobs.”\n\n Nathan frowned. “I know, Kevin. And...thank you.”\n\nThe marten smiled. “You’re welcome. Talk to me if I can help.”\n\n“I will,” the wolf said and gave the shorter male a pat on the shoulder.\n\nKevin seemed to accept that. “All right, I’ll drop it for now. Is there anything else you need before I leave you to it?”\n\n“No, that should do it.”\n\n“All right. I’ll check in before your next appointment. Good luck.”\n\n\n[b]3. Contract Agreement[/b]\nWhen Nathan first started as a licensed breeding stud, most of the rooms he used were repurposed exam rooms. Small rooms lined with a few cabinets, with a bulky medical bed in the center, often equipped with stirrups. The medical staff would prepare the women almost the same as they would for a vaginal examination, and Nathan would be in and out in twenty minutes, fifteen of which were typically waiting for his knot to release while making awkward small talk. He could do a day’s work in all three hours.\n\n But as the money and opportunities increased, the rooms grew more elaborate. Now that he was with Loving Embrace, which catered to an elite clientele, the breeding rooms were more akin to luxury suites. Each had its own style and unique ambiance. Enormous mirrors were placed on the walls or ceilings, varied mood lighting and music, as well as reinforced, adjustable furniture to be used both for the actual breeding and for the spouse or other witnesses to relax while the procedure took place. There was even an ensuite bathroom to ensure no need to leave the room once the procedure began. Since Nathan and the other studs were often vigorous with their methods, each breeding room was soundproofed to not disturb the rest of the building.\n\n\n Room 4 was dominated by an expansive platform bed set into the floor. Three rows of wide steps formed a half circle at the base and were often used as a viewing area for spouses or other family members. Not everyone was open-minded about watching their relative have sex, but breeding services were increasingly viewed more as a medical procedure. He’d fucked several women with an audience of at least ten people in here. That had been strange the first time, but he kind of liked showing off. There was something strangely exciting about a person’s parents, friends, and spouses watching, and sometimes even egging him on.\n\nSarah and Gene were here, along with several staff members who were performing some last-minute adjustments to the furniture to ensure it was at the right height. Kaylee approached him with her usual cool expression.\n\n“Mr. Roberts has said almost nothing since we arrived, but he seems cooperative at least. I’m not going to ask what you did to him.”\n\n“Probably for the best,” he said, matching her low voice. “Anything I need to know?”\n\n “Nothing out of the ordinary. She passed her medical check with flying colors. No medical history or limitations. She is ovulating. We estimate a 93% shot today. I booked follow-ups on Wednesday and Friday, just to be sure.”\n\nNathan nodded, glancing at the fox in question. She was still dressed as she’d been downstairs. Her ears were back and her tail was swaying anxiously, but her eyes were focused on him. His cock stirred, and he wondered if he might be able to get away with breeding her more than once this session. He wasn’t supposed to do that, just to be sure he was at peak efficiency for his later clients, but it was rare for him to be so attracted to one.\n\n“Nathan.”\n\nHe turned back to Kaylee. “What?”\n\n“Don’t do anything stupid. Mr. Roberts could make all our lives difficult.”\n\nNathan smiled. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”\n\nShe narrowed her eyes. “That’s what worries me.”\nThe staff cleared out quickly once Nathan made it clear he was ready to get started. From a chair near the bathroom, Gene watched him with a nervous, beady-eyed expression that could have been the opposite of Sarah’s fidgeting anticipation. She was seated on the bed, as a nurse ran through one last questionnaire with her. \nOnce they were alone, Nathan walked over to the towel rack near the bed and gracefully removed his robe, revealing his heavily muscled body and the reason he was here to begin with. Sarah drew in a sharp breath when she saw it, and that made Nathan smile. That never got old. He took his time in setting up the towels so that they would be warmed up when he wanted them to clean up later.\n\n\n As he turned back, he noticed both of them were staring.\n\nHe walked slowly toward the bed. “You’re a very beautiful fox, Sarah. I hope you know that.”\n\n“I-I’ve heard that before,” she said, glancing shyly at her husband.\n\nNathan looked over at the otter, whose posture had shifted. He looked like he was trying to hide behind the back of his chair, his gaze firmly averted. “Gene, come here.”\n\n“W-what?”\n\n“Get over here, Gene. Sarah, stand up. We should clear the air.”\n\nThe couple looked at each other, and then stood, hesitantly approaching the wolf. Nathan looked between them. “Look at her. Isn’t she incredible?”\n\nThe otter swallowed and glanced at his wife. “She’s the most beautiful fox in the world, and she deserves the best.”\n\n“Exactly. That’s why you came to me, isn’t it? Because I’m the best?”\n\nGene hesitated, but Sarah didn’t. “Yes.”\n\nNathan placed a paw on top of her head and ran a thumb behind an ear. “You mentioned you did some research on me?”\n\n“Yes,” she said, shivering. “I-I watched a lot of videos.”\n\nEvery breeding session at Loving Embrace was recorded, mostly for confirmation and documentation purposes. Occasionally, clients requested copies, and the Agency provided them with few questions. But there had been a few leaks shared as porn over the years. “Which were your favorite?”\n\n “Um...there was one with this other fox. A fennec. You... uh, you were knotted to her for over an hour.”\n\nHe vaguely remembered that one. It had been about five years. The fennec had been one of the most petite women he’d ever knocked up and she’d been so tight he’d been afraid he would break her. Her husband, a tiger who had been almost as tall as he was, had coached him through how to get her relaxed enough to where he could fit.\n\n“Excellent choice. How about you, Gene?”\n\nThe otter seemed caught off guard. “W-what?”\n\n“Did you watch any of my videos, or did you let Sarah do all the research on her own?”\n\nThe otter blushed and looked away.\n\n“You watched them?” Sarah said, sounding surprised.\n\n“A-a few,” the otter admitted. “Mostly from the last year. I wanted to know how... big you were.”\n\nHe laughed. “And?”\n\nThey both stared at his sheath and the inch or so of red cock poking out of it. It was almost as thick as her wrist.\n\n“Oh, God...” Sarah whispered.\n\n“Gene, get naked.”\n\nThe otter almost objected, but one harsh look from Nathan, and he did as he was told. He stripped quickly, then stood beside his wife, his hands in front of his genitals.\n\n “Stop trying to cover yourself.”\n\nSince he no longer smelled like cum, he must have cleaned himself. He did, hesitantly. He was completely hard, his pointed dick well out of its sheath and glistening with precum. It was the thinnest erect penis he’d ever seen. “Jesus, Sarah. You weren’t kidding about him being small.”\n\nGene tried to cover up again, but Nathan grabbed his wrist and forced it back to his side while he held the smallest finger of his left hand up to it. The finger was both thicker and longer. “Do you even feel it when he fucks you?”\n\n“Sometimes,” she admitted. “B-but he does other things.”\n\n“Well, this will be easy.”\n\nSarah was confused. “What do you mean?”\n\n“Tell her, Gene.”\n\nThe otter was frightened, but his cock never faltered.\n\n“Gene. Tell her what we discussed downstairs.”\n\n“Y-you told me that you were going to give her the best sex of her life.”\n\nNathan smiled and gave the nub the slightest touch as if he were petting a dog.\n\nSarah seemed unsure of this development, and even more confused by her husband’s submissive behavior.\n\n Technically, Nathan was bisexual, but it had been a long time since he’d touched another male like this. He didn’t find Gene even remotely attractive, but he was enjoying having so much control over him. He was fairly certain he could easily make him cum again. If he wanted to. Instead, he kept him floating near the edge, but never let him cross too far. The otter didn’t deserve to cum.\n\n“I know he’s your husband, and I can’t stop you if you decide to fuck him.” He angled the little prick towards her. “But is this something you really want? Has he ever gotten you off with this? Even once?”\n\nShe hesitated. “No. B-but--”\n\n“You don’t need to make excuses for him.”\n\nGene was staring down at his own shaft as Nathan continued to give it a light clawstroke or two every few seconds.\n\n“I-it’s not his fault,” she protested.\n\n“The size? You’re right, it isn’t. But that doesn’t change simple facts. If you still want to have sex with him, I can’t stop you. How could I? But when we’re done, I doubt very much that you’ll ever think of him the same way again.”\n\n “What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice shaking as she stared at his cock, now fully out of its sheath.\n\n“Gene, take off your wife’s clothes. Except for the panties.”\n\nThe otter swallowed and did as he was told, cautiously unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the ground. Her panties and bra came away easily, though the panties clung briefly to Sarah’s mound. The scent of it was causing Nathan’s dick to throb.\n\nShe was beautiful. Pale white fur covered most of her, except the grey fur around her hands and feet, a black tip on her tail, and the darker shade of her nipples and clit. Her stomach was flat, her breasts perky. She was smaller than he was used to, but the way her body shook as he ran his fingers through the fur on her hips made him want to pick her up and fuck her into the wall.\n\n“Sarah, lay down on the bed.”\n\nShe obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto the sheets. Gene looked around awkwardly, unsure if he should stay nearby or go back to his chair. Nathan grabbed him before he could get far then positioned the otter directly in front of him. He could feel the other man’s breathing pick up as his eyes locked in on his cock. Precum was oozing from the pointed tip in quantities that would put most leaking faucets to shame.\n\n “What do you think, Gene?”\n\n“It’s...”\n\n“Say it.”\n\n“Huge,” he managed. “I’ve never seen one that big, except maybe in porn.”\n\n“Sarah, honey. I want you to listen to this,” Nathan said as he reached down to run a finger down his cock, watching Gene’s eyes follow it. “How many kids do you have, Gene?”\n\n“Three,” he said after a slow exhale.\n\n“How many women have you had sex with?”\n\nHe bit his bottom lip for a moment, his body trembled. “I think twelve. Around twenty if you count hand and mouth stuff.”\n\n“Sure. So that’s the two ex-wives you managed to knock up, and our little Sarah here of course. Who else?”\n\nGene swallowed and his knees trembled slightly. “I’d have to think. Um, my first girlfriend was a coyote. I dated a red fox and a few otters in college. I’ve hired some prostitutes once or twice.” He suddenly seemed to remember Sarah was in the room and quickly added, “But not after I met you, honey. And I was always safe.”\n\n“What about men?”\n\n“M-men?”\n\nNathan gave him a flat look.\n\nHe scowled for a moment, then lowered his eyes. “Four.”\n\n Sarah put a hand to her muzzle, but Nathan nodded. “Four? That’s more than just an experiment.”\n\n“Why does it matter?”\n\nNathan shrugged. “Honestly, I’m just curious at this point. Don’t take this the wrong way Gene, but I have a hard time imagining you as anyone’s type. What are we talking about, some anonymous gloryhole shit?”\n\n“No. It was something I used to do for friends sometimes when we got high.”\n\n“You fucked them or sucked them off?”\n\n“It was only blowjobs,” he said.\n\n“Did you get your dick sucked?”\n\nHe hesitated, then shook his head.\n\n“You did the sucking then.”\n\n“So what?”\n\nThe wolf laughed. “I’m learning about you, Gene. I want to know how a guy like you ends up with a goddess like that.” He pointed towards Sarah. “Because it sure as hell isn’t your good looks or that clit between your legs. She doesn’t seem shallow enough to be with you for your money. So she really must be in love with you. I’m trying to understand why.”\n\n“I don’t see how it’s any of your business.”\n\n“It isn’t. But I still want to know. What was it you liked about their dicks? Was it them in particular, or was it dicks in general?”\n\n Gene was quiet, looking up at Nathan, then looking back at his wife. He was flushed so much Nathan could see the red in his ears. “I don’t know,” he spat. “It was just a weekend thing. Sometimes we’d get high and I’d let my friends use me to get off. It helped me relax and I liked that I could make them feel good. When we were sober, everyone just pretended it didn’t happen.”\n\n“I never knew you liked men. Are you gay?” Sarah asked, sounding unsure.\n\n“No! Of course not!”\n\nNathan chuckled. “Hey, it’s fine. I’ve been with a few guys myself. It’s more common than most of us let on. You’d be surprised how many of my client’s husbands want to be... involved.”\n\nSarah tilted her head. “You mean, like what you said downstairs? About licking your...” she was staring again and Nathan adjusted himself for her benefit.\n\n“Yeah. Among other things.”\n\n“I’m not licking your balls!” Gene insisted.\n\n“Like I’d let you,” Nathan growled.\n\n“Nathan,” Sarah said, interrupting her husband’s renewed cowering. “Why are you asking all these things?”\n\nThe wolf hesitated. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t entirely certain. “Call it professional curiosity.” He let himself look at her properly, all but ignoring her husband now. “Are you ready?”\n\n “Y-yes.”\n\nHe chuckled. “Well then, let’s make you a mother.”\n\nAs Nathan took a step towards the bed, Gene tried to slink off, but the wolf stopped him. “No, Gene. You’re going to stand right there and watch.”\n\nSarah bit her lip as she looked back at her husband, but she didn’t try to contradict Nathan.\n\nThe wolf stepped towards her and put a finger on the bottom of her muzzle, gently lifting it so she could look him in the eye. “Listen, Sarah. I want you to pretend it’s just you and me. There’s no baggage here. You’re a beautiful fox, with a beautiful body, and what I want most in the world right now is to make you feel good. Is that okay?”\n\nThe vixen swallowed. She didn’t speak, but the slight nod was enough for him.\n\n“Okay,” he said, smiling again. “Now, some clients don’t like the idea of foreplay with a stud,” he said as he ran a few fingers along the edge of her breast. “But, believe it or not, arousal improves fertility. I won’t do anything you don’t like, of course, but if you give me free rein, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”\n\n Sarah looked away for a moment, and Nathan could see her chest heaving as she panted. When she turned back, he could see the desire in her eyes. “O-okay.”\n\n“I need to hear you say it, sweetie,” he purred as he finished hanging up his clothes - all but his underwear - before taking a few steps towards the bed. He was in no hurry.\n\n“Y-you can, umm...d-do whatever you need to. To...to get me pregnant.”\n\nNathan nodded as he leaned in closer, his muzzle inches from one of her large rounded ears. “Can I kiss you, Sarah?”\n\n“Y-yes.”\n\nHe had to tilt her head back quite far so he could kiss her, but she was more than receptive. Her muzzle opened under against his, and his broad tongue probed inside with expert motions. He kissed her until he felt her starting to lean forward, her body seeking his touch. He let her pull away for a moment, then kissed her again, this time with more force.\n\nAfter several long moments, they separated again, and Nathan nudged her back until she was prone, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.\n\n“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”\n\n The vixen giggled nervously. “N-no, not at all.”\n\nHe straddled her body, covering almost all of it with his legs. His turgid cock extended almost fully from its sheath. The knot was only starting to form, but it was still a couple of inches thick. The vixen stared. “Do you want to touch it?”\n\nShe nodded.\n\n“Go ahead.”\n\nHer paw was trembling slightly as she reached out as if it were a coiled snake ready to strike. He flexed and let the tip slap nudge against her paw. “It won’t bite.”\n\nThe ice broke, and she slid her fingers around it, though they couldn’t fully wrap around it past the tapered tip. Precum smeared wetly against her arm, leaving it soaked in just a few moments. “It’s leaking so much.”\n\n“It’s all right. Just a side effect of fertility drugs. Things can get messy, but it helps with lubrication.”\n\nAgain, she bobbed her muzzle, her eyes almost entirely fixated on his cock.\n\n“Sarah, does Gene ever get you off?”\n\nShe hesitated, glancing at her husband, who was standing very still where Nathan had left him. “I-I, um...he makes an effort.” The vixen wouldn’t meet his eyes.\n\n “How long have you two been trying to have a baby?”\n\n“I-I’m not sure. I don’t know.”\n\n“How often do you have sex?”\n\n“A-a few times a week.”\n\n“And in that whole time, has he ever made you cum?”\n\nShe didn’t answer.\n\n“Tell me.”\n\n“N-no. Not from sex, anyway.”\n\nNathan leaned forward, and she whimpered as he moved to her side. Fingers gently slid down her stomach, trailing through the precum he’d left there, before coming to rest between her legs. She gasped at the contact, and even Nathan was surprised by the heat coming from her. He kissed her again, letting his tongue press deeper into her muzzle, exploring both ends as she opened like a flower in the sunlight. His finger stroked her through the silky fabric of her underwear, and they were soon soaked.\n\n“I’m going to take your panties off.” He was no longer asking, but he didn’t need to. She nearly tangled herself up in her rush to help him. He held them briefly up to his nose, taking in her scent before tossing the silky fabric in the vague direction of where he’d last seen the fox’s husband. His hand quickly returned to her mound, this time unimpeded. “Tell me what you want, Sarah.”\n\n “M-make me cum.”\n\nThe wolf grinned as he began teasing her clit. He rubbed the sensitive bud, sliding his fingers lower, spreading her open as he did. Her juices were thick and plentiful, and he soon had lewd wet sounds coming from between her legs with each movement. Her musky aroma was intoxicating.\n\n“You’re already getting close,” he said, his voice low and seductive.\n\n“Y-yes,” the fox moaned. “F-feels so good.”\n\n“Don’t hold back, sweetie. Cum for me, Sarah. Let go.”\n\nThe vixen’s breathing had grown heavy, and her eyes were closed. As Nathan watched, her ears folded back, and her hips bucked against his hand.\n\n“Th-that’s it. Just let it happen.”\n\n“Oooh!” The female’s breath caught in her throat, and Nathan’s fingers were coated with a flood of slick, slippery fluid. She squirmed and kicked, her tail thumping the bed. When it subsided, the vixen relaxed into the bed with a panting, contented smile on her muzzle.\n\nNathan kissed her forehead. “That’s a good girl.”\n\nShe sighed, and the wolf moved so that his body covered hers. His thick cock was trapped between them, smearing precum all over the vixen’s stomach, though his full weight wasn’t resting on her. He was just about to slide the tip inside to start working her open when he heard a gasp from beside the bed.\n\n He ignored it, then heard a soft thump of something hitting the floor and a strong fishy scent in the air.\n\n“God damn it,” he said softly.\n\n“Gene?” Sarah asked, trying to sit up, but Nathan eased her back and gave the fox another small kiss. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”\n\nIt was Gene, of course. The otter hadn’t dared to touch himself, but whether it was Nathan’s earlier teasing or a hair trigger, the sight of his wife getting off had been enough to make him cum as well.\n\n“I-I’m sorry,” he sniveled, almost in tears. “I’ll clean it up.” He scrambled up and moved towards the towel rack.\n\n“No,” Nathan said, standing up and physically grabbing the otter.\n\n“W-what?”\n\n “Those are my towels. I don’t want them stinking like fish. Lick it up.”\n\nThe otter looked into his eyes, then dropped down to begin doing as he was told. There were tears now, but he shed them quietly as he licked up the meager splatter of cum from the hard floor.\n\nSarah seemed concerned, but Nathan blocked her view. “He’s fine, sweetie. Remember, pretend it’s just you and me.”\n\n The fox didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t argue, either.\n\nOnce again, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over the fox, this time he firmly gripped both thighs and forced her legs back. In seconds, he had his muzzle pressed tightly against her mound while his long tongue explored her insides with firm, long strokes. He was rewarded by a flood of the thick, musky juices, which he happily lapped up, savoring the taste.\n\nIt didn’t take long for the wolf to get the reaction he was looking for. Her second climax was more intense than the first, and she shuddered and cried out, her hips bucking as her claws dug into the sheets.\n\nWhen it was over, Nathan pulled his tongue out, giving the vulpine’s sensitive sex a gentle kiss before he did. He sat back, looking at the vixen as she lay there panting. Her eyes were closed and a blissful expression was on her face. “You like that?” he asked, unable to keep the grin off his muzzle.\n\n“Oh yes,” she gasped.\n\n“Would you like me to do it some more?”\n\n“Please,” she said softly.\n\n Nathan was only too happy to comply. He moved back in and buried his tongue in her slit.\n\nAfter her third orgasm, the vixen lay spent. Nathan kissed her stomach, then moved up and kissed her on the muzzle. She could taste herself on his tongue.\n\n“You’re ready,” he said.\n\nShe nodded. “I’m ready.”\n\n“You ever been with someone my size?”\n\nShe shook her head.\n\nNathan nodded. “That’s OK. There’s some stuff in my precum that’ll help you relax, but I’m going to fill you up completely. Probably more than you’ve ever felt. Just ride it out. I think you’ll enjoy it.”\n\nThe fox nodded.\n\nThe wolf kissed her again, then positioned his cock so the tip rested between her labia.\n\n“Oh, one more thing.”\n\n“Y-yes?”\n\n“You’re probably going to cum a few more times. I’ll try to time it so you don’t get oversensitive, but it’ll be easier if you give me a signal.”\n\n“A signal?”\n\n“Yeah. I know it’s a little silly. Just yell out my name whenever you cum, okay? It’s just us, and the room’s soundproofed, so be as loud as you want. Here, let’s test it out.”\n\nHe teased his cock against her opening and then slipped the pointed tip inside. The vixen’s eyes were glued to the sight of his enormous cock wedging her open. He’d done this enough times to know exactly where to push. She shuddered, then threw her head back as another climax hit her like a freight truck.\n\n “Oh... f-fuck. N-Nathan! Oh my god!”\n\n“There we go,” he chuckled while rocking his hips to prolong her pleasure. She squeezed down so hard, but she was slick enough that he was still able to slide another few inches into her. She came again.\n\n“N-Nathan! I-it’s too much!”\n\n“You’re okay,” he soothed, continuing his gentle rocking. “Just breathe. I’m barely in.”\n\nThe vixen was panting heavily. “I-I know, but...but...”\n\nHe kissed her cheek. “It’s all right. We can wait for a few minutes.”\n\nShe nodded, and he kissed her again, more passionately. After a minute or so, he could feel her relaxing and slid in another inch.\n\nShe didn’t cry out this time, but her eyes went wide. She was breathing heavily.\n\n“Do you want me to pull out?”\n\n“N-no,” she moaned, and he could see a shudder run through her body.\n\n“Are you going to cum again?”\n\nShe nodded.\n\nHe chuckled. “Perfect. Don’t fight it.”\n\nHe could feel her cunt squeeze down around his shaft again, and the vixen let out a moan.\n\n“Oooooh!”\n\n“Good girl. That’s a good girl. Remember the signal?”\n\nShe nodded, then let out a gasp as he gave her a thrust.\n\n “Nathan!”\n\nHe grinned and kissed her muzzle. “Good girl. Just keep doing that.”\n\nNow that she was no longer fighting the sensations, it became much easier to fuck her, but he didn’t need to go hard. Gentle gliding motions were enough to push them both towards the inevitable end. Even still, he felt like he was savaging her. Nathan was nearly two feet taller than her and at least 150 pounds heavier. His cock seemed massive as it wedged himself inside her. He had to be careful, but his body was screaming for him to do what it was best at. His knot was already at its full size, and as he felt the throbbing and building pressure, if he came without tying, the chances of a successful breeding would be much smaller. It was the kind of rookie mistake he hadn’t made in years.\n\nWith renewed urgency, he mashed the bulb of red flesh against her mound, every instinct screaming at him to lock inside of her. She called out his name once more and writhed around him. The sheets popped from her clawed grip, and his ears rang from the volume of their rutting cries. “Get ready. I need to tie.” It came out in a throaty rush, but she understood. She spread her legs as far apart as she could manage, and the wolf’s grip on her thighs tightened as everything he was became focused on that all-consuming instinct. Fuck. Tie. Breed.\n\n The next few seconds were brutal, the wolf only vaguely aware of how violently he was mashing himself into her. Distantly, somewhere, he thought maybe it wasn’t possible. And then... pop. He let out a gasp as she locked around him. The grip was so tight it was painful. This time, he wasn’t sure if her scream was from pain or pleasure, but after it ended, she went silent.\n\nFor a moment, Nathan thought he’d killed her. Then he realized she was just in the throws of another climax. “Nathan,” he said playfully before grinding his hips hard against them and finally letting go.\n\nThe orgasm he had was deeper and more visceral than any he could remember since perhaps his first tie so many years earlier. For a long, shuddering moment the wolf was more animal than a person, little more sound escaping him than staccato grunts as his cock thrum. He was vaguely aware of the female squirming beneath him, and the heat and pressure in his shaft increased, his knot expanding even further, as he emptied himself into the female’s fertile womb. His balls clenched and pulsed, and his toes curled from the overwhelming sensations. His vision blurred, and his mind went blank.\n\n When Nathan had regained his senses, he found the fox was staring up at him with a dazed, but very pleased smile. She was wriggling beneath him, moaning ever so often as his cock continued to pulse and throb. As the pressure built, he could see her struggling to accept it, but it was soon becoming overwhelming.\n\n“Oh fuck,” the fox said. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”\n\n“Easy,” Nathan said. “I’m still cumming. You’re getting pregnant, Sarah. You’re going to be a mom.”\n\n“N-Nathan, I-I think it’s too much. It feels like you’re f-filling me up. There’s so much. O-oh god!”\n\n“Easy,” he repeated, kissing her on the cheek. “This is how it’s supposed to feel. I told you, didn’t I? That you were going to feel different after we were done.”\n\nThe fox was shuddering. “Y-yeah, but...”\n\n“God, you came so many times.”\n\n“I-I know.”\n\n“How many was it, Gene?”\n\nHe said the last loud enough that he had no doubt the otter could hear. There was a long moment of silence before he answered.\n\n“Eleven. She came eleven times.”\n\nNathan grinned and ran a finger between her stretched labia. It came out completely coated in sticky fluid, despite the seal. “Sounds about right. You want to get a closer look?”\n\n The otter stood and slowly walked over, swallowing loudly as his eyes settled onto where they were joined. Nathan ran a finger over her pelvic area, then traced it up a short distance. “Her womb should be somewhere under here. Feel.”\n\nAgain, Gene did as instructed, then shuddered. Nathan chuckled, knowing he could feel the subtle pulsing deep inside her. “Jesus, you’re still cumming.”\n\n“Mmmf. Fuck yeah, I am,” Nathan grinned while Sarah watched the interaction curiously.\n\nGene’s hands were trembling, and he seemed transfixed by the sight.\n\n“It’ll be a while yet, but when I pull out. Keep as much of my cum in there as you can.”\n\nThe otter nodded without looking up.\n\n“Gene?”\n\nThe otter jerked, startled by the mention of his name. “Y-yes?”\n\n“What do you say?”\n\nHe seemed confused for several long moments so Nathan started him. “Thank you, Nathan.”\n\n“Thank you, Nathan.”\n\n“For?”\n\n“F-for putting your big fat cock in my wife’s pussy and filling it with cum.”\n\n“Atta boy.”\n\nSarah let out a soft gasp and leaned back, groaning.\n\n“Feel nice, Sarah?” Nathan asked.\n\n “Yesss..”\n\n“You’re doing great. Just relax and let nature take its course.”\n\nShe was quiet, but the wolf noticed her tail twitching slightly, and that made his wag in sympathy.\n\n[b]4. Ex Post Facto[/b]\nIt was about ten minutes before Nathan even tried to extract his cock the first time and another ten before it finally surged free, eliciting a strong reaction from all three of them. Gene, despite his earlier cold feet, was quick to follow Nathan’s earlier orders, though he had to shove most of his paw into his wife to slow the gush of cum trying to pour out of her. Even then, considerable amounts were slowly leaking around the sides.\n\nHe made Gene give his cock a long, drawn-out kiss just to make sure he could taste his wife on him, then made his way over to the towel rack to begin cleaning himself up. “You should have the room for another hour or so,” he said, trying to go back into professional stud mode, despite how strangely intimate he felt with this couple. “I might come to check back in on you before you leave.”\n\nSarah smiled. “T-thank you, Nathan.”\n\nThe otter had been too focused on the vixen’s abused, stuffed pussy to respond. He was still trying to shove his fingers deep enough to hold Nathan’s very expensive cum inside her.\n\n“My pleasure, Sweetie. Kaylee said she already booked you some follow-ups.” He grinned. “I mean, I’m pretty sure this one will take, but we ought to be sure.”\n\n“Y-yes,” she said, looking at Gene for only a second. “Just to be sure.”\n\n“Perfect,” he said while retying his robe around his hips.\n\nOutside, Kaylee was waiting for him. She had a cross look, but Nathan thought it seemed forced.\n\n“Well?” she said after a moment.\n\n“She’s bred, if that’s what you’re asking. But I want to fuck her again just to be sure.”\n\n“You want to?”\n\n“Yeah, is that a problem?”\n\nShe shrugged. “Don’t know the last time you said something like that.” He started walking towards his room.\n\n“Well, you know what they say, find a job you love.”\n\nShe watched him for a moment, then walked quickly to catch up to him. “What about the husband?”\n\n“He won’t be a problem.”\n\nThey passed another stud on his way to room 2 and the sounds of their footsteps on the tile floor echoed down the corridor for a moment. “You’re sure about that? I don’t know exactly what you did to him, but what happens if he gets home and decides to be angry again?”\n\n The wolf hesitated. “Isn’t dealing with that shit your job?”\n\n“If it becomes a legal issue, that will be your lawyer’s job.”\n\n“It won’t.”\n\n“Nate-”\n\n“Kaylee, he’s fine. They’re fine.”\n\n“All right, all right. I’ll trust you,” she relented.\n\n“Good.”\n\n“I’ll keep the follow-ups on the book then. Is there anything else I should know?”\n\nThey had reached his door and he put his paw on the knob, stopping for a moment. “Yeah. No rush or anything, but can you get me a list of my kids? It can be anonymous or whatever, I kind of just want to know what they’re up to.”\n\nThe fox seemed surprised. “Why?”\n\nHe stepped inside his room and leaned against the door frame. “Just... humor me, please? I don’t even know how many I have.”\n\nShe let out a slow breath, then tapped her tablet a few times, Nathan turned back to watch. “This is more of an estimate, and it doesn’t include your first few years as a free agent. However, you’ve been averaging about fifteen pregnancies a week for the ten years I’ve been with you. Of those, about 95% make it to term. Factoring in the odd twin or triplet here and there, that puts you at about... 8,000.”\n\n He was silent. The number was hard to process.\n“If you’d like an exact number, it’ll take a few weeks.”\n\nHe remained silent for another moment, then shook his head. “No, that’s good. Just, get me a list. A few highlights would be fine, just pick some that are... normal, I guess.”\n\n“Normal.”\n\n“Yeah. Whatever that means. I know you like to parade the prodigies and athletes out for the PR shit, but I just kind of want to know what it’s like for the rank and file.”\n\nKaylee frowned. “I’m not a mind reader, Nate. What are you hoping to get from this? You’ve never shown any interest before. You understand, legally, you can’t contact any of them unless they reach out to you first?”\n\n“Of course, I know. I just think I should know what I’m putting into the world. Is that so strange?”\n\nShe stared at him. “Okay,” she conceded. “I’ll put something together for you. Anything else?”\n\n“That’s it for now. How long until my next client?”\n\n“Three hours.”\n\nHe hesitated for one long moment, then gave a slow nod before closing the door.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Stud Service
Brathor Cyr

1. Professional Courtesy
Nathan let out an involuntary grunt as his knot finally popped into the human woman beneath him. The black-furred wolf had all but folded her in half in the end, shoving her knees all the way up against her shoulders so he could put his full weight behind his cock. His balls throbbed in time to the strong pulses of cum being unleashed inside of her. He took a curated cocktail of supplements and hormones to maximize the volume of semen he could produce, and as a result, the fluid splashing deep inside her was faintly audible even under the heavy breathing and the woman’s sobbing whimpers of orgasm. Tongue lolling from a parted, panting muzzle, he opened his eyes to peer down at her.

She was fairly typical of a human woman. Late 20s. Dark brown hair. A little more than five feet tall. She had modest breasts and carried a little extra weight, but in a way that only enhanced her femininity. Her eyes were closed and she had thrown her head back during her last orgasm. She looked exhausted. Her husband, a slender ocelot who might have been a little over five feet tall, was holding her hand, a shell-shocked expression in his eyes as he stared at where his wife’s genitals met the wolf’s. Nathan’s knot had stretched her wide open, and a slight ridge was visible in her lower abdomen. As Nathan followed the feline’s eyes, it became clear what he was looking at. He offered a half smile to the husband, but the man didn’t notice.
It took a full twenty minutes for his knot to deflate enough for him to pull out. He still had to all but peel the woman off him. She came again while he did it, but Nathan, short on patience (and needing to prepare for his next appointment) forced the issue. An obscene popping sound accompanied his withdrawal. A thick stream of white fluid immediately surged out of her along with his cock. The wolf admired his handy work for a few heartbeats, then looked up to where the husband was once again staring between his legs. Even without the knot, the wolf’s cock had more girth than the cat’s forearm. Making eye contact with the other male, Nathan gave him a knowing wink, then stood and walked over to a nearby rack where a warm towel and a robe were waiting for him.

“I’ll be surprised if that one doesn’t take,” the wolf said as he casually cleaned their combined juices from his cock. “But if the tests are still negative in a week, feel free to make another appointment.” The woman was still dazed, but she’d regained some of her faculties. Her eyes went from her husband to the wolf.

 “Y-You’re so big,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto his softening penis.

Like most predator species, he’d been blessed with a bulky physique. Counting the ears, he was more than seven feet tall and he weighed more than three hundred pounds. Thanks to the strict nutrition and fitness regimen required by his contract, nearly all of that was muscle. But he knew she wasn’t talking about his body.

The woman was supposed to be one of the best young poets of the century. She’d published six books, won several prestigious awards, and was known for her eloquence. And thirty minutes with him had reduced her to a babbling, quivering mess.

“True, but I’m told the knot’s what makes my success rate so high. My manager knows all the statistics and biology shit. I don’t really care how it works. The important part is that after three sessions, my rate is almost 100%. Though I have a feeling you’ll be a one-and-done case. Your pussy practically sucked me in.”

He’d expected the blush. He wasn’t prepared for the way her eyes had lit up when he’d said ‘pussy’.

“Pussy,” she repeated as if tasting the word. “I... usually lecture my students when they say that, but there’s something about your voice...”

“Really?” He lowered his voice as he enunciated the syllables. “Puss-see.”

She visibly shuddered. Damn, he was getting hard again. But he had two more clients to see to today. “Well...” he paused as he tried to remember this one’s name. “Juliet, right?”

She bit her lip. “Uh, no. It’s Jennifer.”

“Ah, shit. Sorry. I’m normally pretty good with names. Anyway, Jennifer, it’s been nice meeting you and your husband here.” The cat’s eyes kept focusing on his cock, darting up every few seconds as if he couldn’t help himself. It was starting to make Nathan uncomfortable. The guy had barely said three words since they’d shaken hands. About five minutes before he’d been balls-deep in his wife. “I’m going to head out. Take your time, you have the room for another hour.”

He slipped the robe on, then stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Kaylee was waiting outside, her tablet out and ready. Nathan sighed. She always made him nervous when she hovered outside one of the breeding rooms like this. She was a no-nonsense vixen in her early 50s who managed Nathan and several other studs. As usual, she had on a professional pantsuit and a perpetual scowl. Adding the recently acquired square-rimmed reading glasses, Kaylee looked like she was a strict kindergarten teacher. Not that he would ever say that out loud. He was sure that would cost him an eye, or at least several teeth. Bad attitude aside, she was an amazing businessperson, but she had no empathy skills. Not that Nathan could criticize that.

 “Well?”

He casually tied the robe’s belt. “Well, what?”

“I’m trying to plan out your schedule for next week. Do you think she’ll need another round?”

He laughed. “I wouldn’t mind it, but no. I have a pretty good feel for these things.”

“I’d hope so after this long, but there’s no accounting for every factor involved in a pregnancy. Unfortunately, your waiting list is starting to become unmanageable and I’d like to clear some more clients. I’ll probably need to up your rates again.”

He raised a brow. “Really? Didn’t you put it up to six figures?”

“Yes. Believe it or not, that only increased the number of requests I’ve received. It seems that most of our clientele assumes expensive also means high-quality.”

Nathan chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do to live up to those expectations.”

“I expect nothing less.”

Her tone made it clear she wasn’t in the mood for his bravado, so he offered an apologetic smile and rubbed the back of his neck. He enjoyed the lifestyle his career afforded him (not to mention the work itself) but it was sometimes hard to believe how lucrative this had become. Despite Kaylee and the agency taking damn near fifty percent, not to mention all the taxes and licensing fees he had to pay, he still had more money than he knew what to do with.

 “Well, you know the business end of things better than I do. Obviously. Do what you have to.” He started walking down the hallway towards his room and the vixen fell in step beside him, claws clicking along the hard floor. “Is my next client here?”

“Yes. That’s why I came to see you. She’s passed the last medical check, but the husband is trying to back out.”

Nathan scoffed. It wasn’t unusual for clients to second guess the need for a stud in the final moments before an appointment. The women often grew nervous about the realities of pregnancy, not to mention sex with an oversized predator. That, he could understand. What annoyed him was the men. A degree of insecurity was to be expected, but by the time the contracts had been signed and the fees paid, you’d think that would have been dealt with. It wasn’t his fault that so few males could successfully breed across species, but jealousy was a frequent problem.

Admittedly, a part of him did enjoy the reaction most of them had when they saw his cock for the first time. He didn’t let those feelings show. Usually.

 Still, he couldn’t remember the last time a client had canceled on him outside of some serious medical concern or emergency. “I thought you screened these people.”

She looked offended, though it didn’t reach her voice. “Of course I do. Admittedly, the husband raised some red flags, but he has connections to one of the board members. I was flatly told I couldn’t deny him.”

They soon reached a more isolated part of the floor where they could talk more openly. “But now he’s canceling it himself? Doesn’t that solve the problem?”

She shook her head. “No, unfortunately, it doesn’t. We’re contractually obligated to complete any appointments made, or else we’ll have to refund them. He paid a significant rush fee to bypass the waiting list, so we’re talking about a lot of money.”

He nodded. “So, what do you want me to do about it?”

“They’ve asked to speak to you. I know that you don’t like to socialize with clients, but you’ll save me a lot of headaches if you can convince him and his wife to keep the appointment.”

He let out a soft breath as he considered. Once, he’d been interested in spending time with the people who wanted to raise his children. But he’d learned some hard lessons about his true role in these relationships. When push came to shove, he was nothing but a tool, and the legal system had long since decided that licensed studs had no rights once the deed was done.

 “What’s their deal?”

She didn’t even have to consult her tablet. “I’ll give you some time to study the file if you want, but here’s the short version. Eugene Roberts is a male otter in his late forties. He has been married twice before to other otters and had pups with both other women. Two years ago, he married Sarah, a much younger Arctic fox with little experience. He hasn’t attended the usual counseling sessions we require for couples before they get approved. Frankly, I expected him not to want to be in the room while you impregnate her. But today, he showed up with a chip on his shoulder and he’s been taking it out on half the staff, including me. I’ve told him to either calm down, or leave, but he’s refusing to leave Sarah here by herself. She seems like a sweet woman, at least, but it’s clear her husband is calling the shots for now. Is that enough?”

Gritting his teeth, he considered his options. He hated marital drama. The agency had several therapists and medical professionals on staff who were supposed to be dealing with this.

 Kaylee could read his expression, and she shrugged. “I’ve talked to him a few times, so have several of our nurses and one of the marriage counselors. Nothing’s worked. This isn’t about ovulation cycles and fertility rates. I’m not even sure this is a jealousy thing. I suspect it’s more about the man’s pride.”

The wolf sighed. “If I deal with this, it’s going to be in my way.” He gave her a pointed look to make sure she understood. “You sure you want to leave it up to me?”

“No. But I also have no better ideas. You’re my last option.”

“Fine. Put them in one of the conference rooms while I change into something more professional. And keep one of the breeding rooms open.”

She nodded and headed back to deal with the couple.



2. Arbitration

Nathan’s dressing room was a kind of private lounge he used to rest and prepare between sessions. It had a couch, desk, and small bed, along with a few other amenities, including a full bathroom. He also kept a few changes of clothes in a tiny closet near the bed. He spent a few minutes in the shower, washing the scent of sex from his fur, and waiting for the dryer to do its job. That done, he changed into a suit. By the time he finished, Kaylee had sent over the Roberts profile, so he took a few minutes to skim through it. He used to read the full profiles of every client, but he just didn’t have the time or inclination. Most of the women were a vague blur at this point.

 Reading between the lines, the otter’s story wasn’t that unusual. He was a wealthy, middle-aged male from a long line of wealthy middle-aged men. He was used to getting his way and being able to throw money at any problem to make it go away. He likely saw his wives and children as possessions, which would explain why he traded in for a newer model every ten years or so. Sure, he was a billionaire, but otherwise unremarkable. Nathan had had his fill of the type.

Sarah, by contrast, surprised him. She wasn’t a model or a socialite, which Nathan had come to expect from the wives of rich men. She came from a lower-class upbringing. She and her husband had met through some kind of anonymous speed dating service. In their application, they described it as a love-at-first-sight story. That made Nathan skeptical, but he would be the first to admit his notion of a healthy romantic relationship was more than a little warped after all this time as a stud. He’d never really had the time or energy to date women seriously, at least not since he’d met Kaylee. On a rare occasion - usually during the Agency’s winter break - he’d spend a week or so with the same woman. But even those whirlwind relationships had an air of frivolity. No matter how much he was paid for his services, the truth was that he was a very expensive prostitute, not a romantic partner.

 That was another reason he didn’t like meeting clients, especially husbands. Seeing their relationships up close made him realize the irony of his situation. He’d had sex with thousands of women over the last decade. His cum was so valuable that he was contractually forbidden from masturbating. And yet, the closest thing he had to an intimate relationship was the contract between himself and his manager. Kaylee was an intelligent, confident woman, and she effectively ran his entire life. But she was not his friend. They had never been lovers. Hell, he was pretty sure she didn’t even like him.

The wolf found himself reading through Sarah’s entire application. He was moved by her response to the standard “Why do you want to be a mother?” question.

“I grew up in a large family. I always dreamed of having a family of my own someday, and I had some older siblings and cousins who I was close to. We had our problems, and growing up sometimes felt like a battle to be noticed and loved, but I was fortunate to have the kind of loving home that allowed me to grow and develop my talents. I have a husband who loves me and wants children, and I love him, I’m fortunate that we can afford a service like this to ensure I can. I want them to know that they are loved and wanted and that they are valuable. I also hope they will understand that they were a product of love and that their father and I will both love them unconditionally.”

 As he scrolled through the pictures of her that had been submitted, including several wedding photos, he realized he was genuinely attracted to this fox, and he hadn’t met her yet. It had been a long time since he’d felt something like that.

When he finished, he sighed. Looking in the mirror, he took a moment to smooth out his fur and straighten his tie before stepping back into the hallway.

The Loving Embrace Stud Service went to great lengths to distinguish itself from a standard brothel, and most other stud services. They carefully managed their image, balancing the aesthetics of a sterile medical facility and office with the occasional touch of warmth, like the tastefully arranged pictures of the agency’s successful offspring that hung on the wall.

The building had three levels. The basement housed a fully equipped gym, a pool, and several other facilities where Nathan and the other studs could keep up their strict fitness routines. The ground floor was the main office and medical facility, offering offices, testing facilities, and meeting rooms of various sizes. The sound-proofed breeding rooms and the lounge facilities for the studs were located on the upper floor.

 Loving Embrace’s primary goal was to make the people who hired them as comfortable as possible, and they went out of their way to cater to the emotional and physical needs of their clients to ensure every step of the process was handled in a positive, professional manner.

He found Kaylee and the Roberts in one of the nicer conference rooms. The space was designed to make clients feel welcome, with comfortable chairs and couches. A bar stocked with water and soft drinks hummed in the corner next to a table of snacks, and an oversized TV that played nothing but silent PR materials. The three of them were gathered around the round table set to one side of the room. A small stack of papers had been placed in the center, along with a gleaming metal pen.

As he entered, all three heads turned towards him. Kaylee had her usual cool professional expression. Eugene was irritated. Sarah, by contrast, had a pleasant, almost warm smile on her face.

The wolf nodded to her and gave the couple a pleasant smile.

“Hello, I’m Nathan Travis,” he said stepping towards the group and offering a handshake to each of them. “I’m the sire who’s been assigned to your case.”

 “We know who you are,” the otter spat.

Sarah’s paw was comically small in his, but she smiled up at him with a wide-eyed expression. “Hi, Mr. Travis,” she said in a polite tone. “I’m Sarah, and this is my husband, Gene. It’s nice to meet you in person.”

Nathan gave her a reassuring smile, then gestured towards the couches rather than the conference table. “Do you mind if we sit down over there, I think we’ll all be more comfortable.”

“Actually,” Kaylee corrected, “I’m running late for another meeting. I don’t need to stay for all of it, but I do need to deliver a report. It shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes. Nathan should be able to answer your questions in the meantime.”

Nathan shot a sidelong glance at Kaylee. He hadn’t expected to be alone in this. She knew how short his temper could be.

Eugene was about to protest, but his wife grabbed his hand. “Please, Gene,” she said in a quiet voice, “let’s do this for me. For us.”

With an exaggerated sigh, the otter relented. As the older fox excused herself, the couple made their way to one of the couches. Nathan soon settled in across from them.

 “So,” Nathan said. He was going to have words with Kaylee about this. “Kaylee says you’re having second thoughts about the procedure.”

The otter was almost as short as his wife, and at least forty pounds overweight. The wolf had seen the otter’s stats and knew he was only 50, but the male had a worn-out appearance, the kind Nathan associated with elderly men. Some of it was the pair of thick spectacles he wore, along with the ill-fitting sweater vest over a white button-up, but it wasn’t just that. He had an angry, scrunched-up kind of expression, but aside from that he looked tired.

By contrast, Sarah was a model of serenity. She wore a simple blue sun dress. The neckline was a bit loose, but something about the way the sunlight lit up her fur highlighted her youth. It seemed wrong that such a beautiful woman would be wasted on such a greasy little man.

Gene rolled his beady little eyes. “Procedure? Is that what we’re calling it?”

Nathan shrugged. “Most prefer the clinical term. We can call it whatever you like. I want to know why you’re suddenly getting cold feet.”

 The otter scowled. “Is it so hard to understand that I don’t want some stranger to fuck my wife?”

Sarah let out a small gasp. “Gene!”

“What? That’s what we’re talking about, isn’t it? When I told the Agency I wanted their best sire, I didn’t know we’d be dealing with a dumb brute. All you’ve done your whole life is fuck. You’ve never had a real job. You’ve never had to accomplish anything beyond winning the genetic lottery. You didn’t even go to college! I don’t want my child to be fathered by a walking sperm bank.”

It had been a long time since someone had said something like that to his face. He was one of the most sought-after sires in the country. Maybe in the world. He’d been on the covers of magazines and had been paid millions for commercial endorsements. Where did this little piece of shit get off?

The wolf took a deep breath, reminding himself that his ego didn’t matter.

“No, I didn’t go to college, or have a traditional career. But I assure you my cognitive tests are well above the norm. I’m told several of my first kids have already achieved significant academic and athletic accomplishments. Kaylee can arrange for you to meet a few of them if you’d like.”

 Eugene folded his arms, pouting like a very ugly toddler.

Nathan decided to shift tactics and turned his attention to the woman. “Mrs. Roberts? I know you want to make your husband happy, but I’d like to know what you’re thinking about all this. Do you think I’m the wrong candidate?”

She shook her head. “No. I studied the options Ms. Sanders gave us thoroughly. You have the most impressive file by far. Gene,” she said, trying to calm her husband once again. “Is this about what you told me last week?”

The otter’s eyes shifted to the side. “I told you, that was a joke.”

Sarah sighed. “Gene, I know this isn’t as important for you as it is for me. You’re already a dad. But I want the chance to have a child of my own. This is the best option for us. Why can’t you be honest with me?”

The otter looked between Nathan and Sarah. “There’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to do it. I can take fertility drugs. I can do the exercises he does.”

“We’ve tried for two years,” Sarah whispered, her ears sagging. “Remember what the doctors said. You have almost no chance of being able to have a child with me.”

 “Then we’ll do it as an actual medical procedure. He doesn’t need to have sex with you.”

 Nathan shrugged, “In vitro is always an option. But you’ve already paid for me and my success rate is higher. I’m sure Kaylee’s explained all the medical and scientific details more eloquently than I can, so I won’t repeat that. What I will say is that there’s a component to this that goes beyond biology. It’s about chemistry and instinct. I’m a canine, and I’m in the 99th percentile for inter-species breeding markers. I have the tools to ensure the process is as successful as possible. You don’t.”

The otter sighed. “Well, that’s part of the problem.”

“What do you mean?”

There was color visible in his ears, and he hesitated. It was Sarah who finally answered. “Gene is a bit self-conscious about his...” she gestured down and Nathan couldn’t help but smirk. “He’s... average, and he slips out sometimes when we have sex. He thinks it’s because my first boyfriend was another fox.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“He thinks it... his knot, I mean... stretched me too much.”

 “Oh,” Nathan smirked. “I’ve never heard that stated so bluntly before.”

Gene’s face contorted into a glare.

Sarah sighed and looked over at her husband. “Gene, this is ridiculous. Babies are larger than any penis, and mothers still have sex all the time.”

“I’ve had kids before. Yes, you’ll still be able to have sex, but it won’t be the same.”

Sarah opened her mouth to chastise him, but the wolf cut her off.

“It’s a legitimate concern. I’ll be honest, I’m probably going to stretch her out more than you ever could on your best day. You’d be amazed at how fast most women adjust to it. The vagina is a remarkable organ. It’ll recover. But you’re right that it might not be quite as tight.” Leaning back, he casually adjusted the bulge between his legs, inviting them to look.

Gene’s eyes locked on to the obvious ridge in the front of the wolf’s pants, swallowing. But after a moment, he managed to raise his narrow gaze. It was clear the otter didn’t know how to handle someone who wouldn’t just give him what he wanted.

“As I was just telling my last client, the knot’s the real MVP here. That’s why most professional studs are canines. When I’m tied, my cum has nowhere to go but deeper.” He grinned, “Last year, someone took this beautiful high-def ultrasound footage and used it to create a 3D simulation of the insemination process. I can pull it up if you’re interested, but the bottom line is that Sarah’s entire reproductive system is going to be soaking in my jizz for a solid 20-30 minutes before I even pull out. I’ve been told there’s this hormonal shift that happens when a pussy is that full. Makes pregnancy almost inevitable.”

 He wasn’t sure if Sarah’s flush was from embarrassment or arousal. But Gene was not amused.

“It’s not just the knot though. Or the genetic bullshit. Every part of my life is precisely managed to maximize my virility. I have more sperm in a teaspoon of my cum than most men produce in a week. My average output volume is nearly a liter. The drug cocktail I take also adds something to my seminal fluid that triggers ovulation.” He paused, watching the man’s reaction to decide if he needed to go on. “The point is, that this isn’t about fucking your wife, Gene.” He made eye contact with Sarah and flashed her a few teeth. “That isn’t to say I won’t enjoy it - I definitely will - but this is the culmination of a specialized process that gives your wife the best possible chance of being a mother.”

The otter shook his head, still in denial.

Nathan smiled. “Look, you’re not my only client today. So can we get this over with? Let’s be honest, that little nub of yours isn’t doing anything for her anyway, so I don’t see what you’re so worried about.”

 “Mr. Travis!” Sarah said in shock.

Nathan gave her a flat look. “Am I wrong?”

She hesitated, then looked away.

“Right,” Nathan said. “Look, Gene. We both know you have money and connections and all that bullshit. But for once in your little life, this isn’t about what you want. You don’t need to be involved in this at all.”

Sarah’s expression shifted to one of curiosity while Gene continued to scowl. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that? You think you can insult me and get away with it. I could have your ass on the street in a day.”

“I doubt that.”

The otter’s expression tightened, and his fists clenched. “Fuck you.”

Nathan smirked. “Gene, I’m starting to think you and I aren’t ever going to get along. If it wasn’t for your wife, I’d have walked out the door a long time ago. I’m not sure if this is about your masculinity or if there’s something else going on. But I’m not here for you, and I’m not here to make you feel good about your pencil dick or your inability to please her. If you care about Sarah, you’ll shut the fuck up and sign the papers. If you’re polite about it, I might even let you lick my balls while I empty them into your wife.”

 The otter’s jaw dropped open. Nathan turned to Sarah. “Sorry if that’s forward, but a lot of guys like to get as close as they can when they can’t do it themselves. I don’t mind as long as they ask first.”

Sarah was obviously embarrassed, but he could smell the growing arousal on her. It was making him hard. “Mr. Travis, that’s so... dirty.”

The otter stood and his face somehow got uglier. “How dare you!” He grabbed his wife’s arm and tried to pull her up. “We’re leaving.”

Nathan’s smile widened as Sarah didn’t let herself be pulled up. “No, Gene, I don’t think you are.”

“I’ve got half a mind to sue you, you fucking mutt,” the otter growled, yanking on Sarah’s arm.

Nathan snorted. “Try it. You’re probably used to having an expensive team of lawyers to throw at people to intimidate them. That won’t work with us. For one thing, you’ve already signed the base contract. For another, I guarantee that the Agency has access to the same expensive shitheads you do.”

He shrugged. “Let me spell this out for you. There are two reasons I’m still talking to you like an adult. The first is for Sarah. When I breed her - and that is going to happen, Gene - I don’t want her to be thinking about your beedy-eyed face. She deserves more than that. The second is that the last papers you need to sign are what give you parental rights to the kids I’m going to give her. Now, I can move forward without that signature, but the Agency has a strict policy that married clients must both accept parental responsibility.”

 The otter looked unconvinced, but Sarah was still watching him attentively. Her blue eyes searched his, and Nathan did his best to project confidence. “If that’s the case, I’m leaving,” the otter was saying, “I will not--”

“Gene,” Sarah interrupted, her voice serene but forceful all the same. “If you don’t sign the papers, I’ll divorce you.”

Gene’s mouth dropped open and his grip on her arm slackened.

“You’ll what?”

“You heard me. You know how much I want this. You’ve already paid. The only roadblock is our marriage. If that’s what it takes to finish this, so be it.”

Nathan did his best not to be smug about this turn of events, but he was enjoying it. “There are several lawyers in our legal affairs department that could likely help you with that. I know for a fact there’s a standardized intent form you can sign that would cut through the last of this red tape. We could still finish our appointment, with or without Mr. Roberts’s signature.”

Sarah hesitated. “Gene, I don’t want to do this. But I will.”

The otter opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no words came. But the threat hadn’t had the effect Nathan wanted. If anything the otter was more angry. He couldn’t accept that she wasn’t just giving him what he wanted. He tugged harder on her arm. “This is insane. We need to leave. Now!”

 “Stop it!” she said, trying to pull her arm back.

“No! You’re nothing to him. Did you hear what he said about his ‘previous client’!? You wouldn’t even be the first cunt he’s fucked today!”

She gasped and yanked on her arm again. “I can’t believe you said that! Let go of me!”

She used her free arm to push her husband away and the man stumbled backward, then tripped and fell at an awkward angle.

Worried, Sarah went to his side and tried to help him up, but, his pride wounded and tears now obvious at the corners of his eyes, the otter shoved her roughly away. “Don’t touch me, bitch!”

The otter was so weak that she was barely pushed back a step, but Nathan had had enough.

Despite the incredible physical conditioning his contract required of him, Nathan rarely used his strength or stamina for anything but exercise and sex. So he was surprised at how easy it was for him to lift the otter to face level. He barely registered his move from the couch. Gene stared at him with terror-filled eyes magnified by his crooked glasses. A bassy snarl reverberated through the wolf’s body. Sarah was now looking at him with an open mouth.

 “Say that again,” Nathan said, his voice deep and threatening.

“I- I-” the otter stammered.

“Say. That. Again.”

Gene almost said something, but all that came out was a strangled squeak. He shut his muzzle.

“That’s the smartest thing you’ve done all day.”

After being dropped, Gene crumpled onto the floor with a soft whimper.

Nathan ignored him. “Sarah, go find Kaylee and tell her your husband is going to sign the last of the paperwork.”

“B-but,” the otter stammered.

“No,” He snarled. “You don’t get to talk right now.”

The arctic fox seemed hesitant to leave her husband alone with him, so Nathan reassured her. “Don’t worry, Sarah. He’ll be fine. I promise.”

She nodded and rushed off. Nathan was certain she’d be able to find Kaylee without much trouble.

As soon as the woman was gone, the wolf let the last of his professional demeanor drop. “Now,” he said, turning on the otter, who scrambled backward until he hit the edge of the couch. “I’m going to tell you exactly what’s about to happen.”

All defiance that had been in the otter’s expression was gone. “I-I-I-.”

 “Shut up.”

His muzzle snapped shut and he stared up at Nathan, his pupils reduced to tiny dots.

“That’s better. Now, the first thing that’s going to happen is you’re going to walk over to that table, and you’re going to sign those papers. Then you’re going to hand them to me, and say, ‘Thank you, Nathan, for putting your big fat cock in my wife’s pussy and filling it with cum.’ If you try to say anything else, I’m going to hit you.”

“H-hit me?”

“Yes. You don’t deserve a warning, but I’m giving you one. That’s me being a professional.”

The otter’s head bobbed as he nodded.

“Now. Get up, and do what I said.”

The otter eased to his feet, and the wolf stepped towards the table to put the papers in front of him.

Gene took his time, pretending to read the whole thing. Nathan could tell he was stalling, trying to think of some way to get out of the situation he was in. The fear scent on him was still strong, but the wolf realized that there was something else there. He’d missed it earlier with the scent of Sarah’s growing arousal, and his own, but the otter was getting turned on by all of this as well. He couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him, which the otter misinterpreted.

 “You can’t threaten me, do you know who I--”

Nathan slapped the otter across the face. It wasn’t hard, or at least he hadn’t thought it was, but the otter let out a sharp cry and fell out of his chair. When he got back up, his glasses had been dislodged and a thin trickle of blood running from a nostril.

“I warned you, you pathetic little shit,” the wolf snarled, still disgusted by the man and the way he’d treated Sarah. He opened his mouth to try to answer, but Nathan clenched his fists and that was enough for the otter to cower.

“Do you even know how lucky you got with her? Sarah’s beautiful in ways most actors and models pay thousands of dollars to mimic. She adores you. And you’re shitting it all away because you’re afraid she might like getting fucked properly? Now sign the fucking papers.”
“Y-you can’t do this,” he said, though he started staring at the papers again.

 “Sign,” Nathan said, putting a hand on the otter’s shoulder and squeezing.

 He did. Finally. Before he could say anything else, Nathan snatched up the stack of papers and shoved the otter into a chair. “Now, Gene, I think you have something to say to me.”


 He shook his head, sniffing back tears and blood. But he flinched when Nathan raised his fist again. “I-I’m sorry, please don’t-”

“Say it.”

The otter sniffed and took a few deep breaths. His eyes shifted between the papers and the wolf. “Th-thank you for putting your big fat cock in my wife’s pussy.”

Nathan’s eyes narrowed. “And?”

“F-filling it with c-cum.”

“Again. The way I told you.”

Gene’s shoulders slumped and he lowered his head. “Thank you, Nathan, for putting your big...fat...c-cock in my wife’s p-pussy and filling it with cum.”

“Make me believe it.”

Gene took another deep breath and tried again. “Thank you for putting your big fat cock in my wife’s pussy and filling it with your cum.”

Nathan’s cock was swelling, and not all of it was the lingering scent of arousal in the air. He’d always enjoyed asserting himself with the husbands and partners of the women he’d fucked, but he’d never done so with such force or violence before. He’d intimidated people a few times, sure, mostly to make sure they wouldn’t interfere while he did his job. But this was... new.

 He crouched behind the chair the otter was sitting in and lowered his muzzle until it was inches from a rounded ear. “I’m going to give her the best sex of her life.”

Gene made a choked sound, and Nathan grabbed his shoulders, digging his claws into the otter’s flesh and making him flinch. “I’m gonna be distracted, so I want you to do something for me. Count how many times she cums.”

Gene was trembling, and Nathan leaned in a little more so he could grip the otter’s hard dick through his slacks. “Then I want you to think about that when you’re trying to slide this little piglet inside of her.”

The otter whimpered. “You’re going to think about me every time you’re with her. Every time you cum at all.”

Nathan let his muzzle brush the otter’s cheek. “And you’re going to bring her back to me to knock her up again. As often as she wants. You’ll pay for it every time. And do you know what you’ll say to me every single fucking time you hand me the signed papers?”

Gene shook his head.

“You’ll say, ‘Thank you, Nathan, for putting your big fat cock in my wife’s pussy and filling it with cum.’”

 The otter let out a soft, choked cry, but a warm, wet pulsing against his hand confirmed what he’d already known. Gene enjoyed being dominated. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“Say, ‘Yes, Nathan.’”

“Y-yes, Nathan,” the otter gasped.

“Say, ‘Anything you want, Nathan.’”

“Any-anything you want, Nathan.”

“Good.” His ears perked and he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. “If you behave, I’ll let you kiss my slimy cock after. You know, just to show it how thankful you are.”

Gene was trembling now. His eyes were unfocused and distant. He angled his ears towards the sound of approaching footsteps.

“They’re coming back,” he said, standing back up and adjusting his slacks so his erection was less obvious. There was no hiding the smell of cum. “Stand up and fix your pants.”

The otter’s shaking hands adjusted his glasses as he got to his feet. The dark stain on his slacks was conspicuous, as was the smell. The scent of Nathan’s arousal was almost as strong. There was no way either of the women would miss it.

Kaylee entered the room first, with a thick envelope under her arm and a stack of papers in her hand. Behind her came Sarah. She was anxious, but her eyes widened when she saw her husband’s disheveled appearance. Both of them wrinkled their noses, and Kaylee glared at him. Not sure what to say, he remained quiet. Meanwhile, Sarah was staring at both of them.

 Fortunately, after only a few heartbeats, Kaylee had put her mask back on. The smells of cum and arousal were nothing new to her in this line of work.

“Did you finish signing the paperwork?” Kaylee asked, taking the papers from the otter and checking them.

“Yes,” Gene said, his voice dry.

Kaylee efficiently examined them, checking to make sure each page was properly initialed.

“Everything seems to be in order.”

“Of course it is,” Nathan announced. “Gene here was just telling me how sorry he was for being so difficult. Right, Gene?”

The otter didn’t hear him at first, so he reached over and put a hand on the man’s shoulder and squeezed.

“Oh, y-yeah.”

“Hey, I get it. Becoming a father can be stressful. No hard feelings. But I think you should apologize to Kaylee too.”

“Oh, right, um, sorry,” he said.

Kaylee gave Nathan a cool stare, then nodded to Gene. “Of course, Mr. Roberts.”

“I think there’s one more person you owe an apology to.”

Gene’s gaze met Sarah’s and the white fox’s ears pinned back.

“I’m s-sorry, Sarah.”

“For?” Nathan insisted, squeezing again.

 “For calling you a b-bad name, and for not being supportive. I know how important this is to you and it’s important to me too.”

Sarah was paying attention to the exchange, but her eyes kept darting to the bulge between Nathan’s legs. Nathan could tell he’d left a damp stain of his own that was slowly spreading down the front of his thigh. She seemed to be having a difficult time focusing on anything else. Nathan didn’t think she’d noticed her husband’s hard-on, though the way he was trembling made Nathan think he might cum in his pants. Again.

“Sarah?” Nathan prodded.

“Oh, uh, it’s fine, sweetie.”

“See, everything is fine,” Nathan said, releasing the otter’s shoulder. He’d dug in a little deeper than he meant to, and there were small puncture marks left in the fabric. At least he hadn’t drawn blood.

Kaylee stared at the marks he’d left, obviously irritated. But, he had warned her that if he was going to solve this it would be in his way. She had no room to complain. “I’m glad we could settle this amicably.” She consulted her tablet, looking at Gene. “Mr. Roberts, did you want to be in the breeding room for the procedure? Many spouses like to be there for emotional support, but some prefer to pass the time in one of our waiting rooms.”

 Nathan cut off his answer. “He’ll be in the room.”

Gene swallowed, and the wolf caught a faint nod. “Um, yeah, I-I want to be there.”

“Excellent.” She turned her attention to the other fox, who was looking at Nathan. “Mrs. Roberts?”

“Sarah,” she corrected, tearing her eyes away from Nathan and glancing at her husband. “I want him to be there.”

“Wonderful,” Kaylee monotoned. “I’ll walk you up there. Nathan, if you want to go get ready, I can show them to the room.”

“Sure,” the wolf said, tugging again at his bulging slacks. “I should change. Which room is it?”

“Four,” Kaylee said.

“My favorite. Thanks, Kaylee.” He took Sarah’s paw in his and gave the back of it a gentle kiss. “I’ll see you soon.” He did not say bye to Gene.


Interlude

By the time Nathan reached his dressing room, the nurse who helped with his pre-breeding preparations was already waiting for him. The young marten was always upbeat and used something in his fur that smelled strongly of strawberries. Nathan liked him and had let him suck his dick a few times - though never to completion. For some women, mostly those he didn’t find attractive, he found such stimulation helpful. Not that he would need any help for Sarah. He’d been half-hard since leaving the conference room.

 “Good morning, Nathan,” he said, holding a clipboard.

“Morning, Kevin. How’s it going?”

“Busy as always,” he said as he pulled a small device from of his pocket. He efficiently collected a drop of Nathan’s blood, then plugged the sample into a slot on the datapad. While waiting for the results, he announced, “I have your afternoon pills ready, and I have a note here that you haven’t been drinking enough water.”

Nathan started to undress, carefully hanging up his suit, though he set the slacks aside so he could get them cleaned. The precum scent was too strong on them. The front of his underwear was saturated down one thigh. He sighed and started to peel them off as well. “Yeah, sorry, it’s been a long week.”

“That’s fine, your levels aren’t bad yet. But they’ll make me administer saline if you drop too much lower.”

“Noted,” the wolf said as he examined himself in the mirror. His fur was a bit disheveled since he hadn’t brushed it out properly after his last shower. He didn’t always have that luxury considering he was expected to clean himself thoroughly after each breeding.

 The marten set a few pills on the counter along with a cup of water. Nathan took them in the order the marten indicated. There was one he didn’t recognize. “What’s this?” he said, holding up the hexagonal white tablet.

“Oh, it’s a hormone booster. The doctor added it to your list a few days ago. I’m surprised you didn’t notice before.”

“Any side effects I should know about?”

“Some headaches and nausea. Possibly a slight increase in libido. You might notice an increase in semen volume.”

Nathan chuckled. “Not likely.”

“Hey, you asked. It’s a common side effect.”

“I’ll let you know,” the wolf said as he swallowed it.

“Great,” the marten said.

The tablet beeped, and the marten busied himself by studying the test results. Nathan finished brushing out his fur, then put his robe on. It was rare to wear anything else to a breeding session. Most clients were already naked and eager to go by the time he entered the room and clothes tended to get in the way.

When he turned around, he noticed the marten was frowning at him. “Are you feeling stressed, Nathan?”

 “Why do you ask?”

“Your cortisol and adrenaline levels are a bit elevated.”

“Just a disagreement with one of the spouses, nothing major. I took care of it.”

The marten’s expression became more concerned. “Nathan, I’ve been seeing some other red flags on your chart. Your potassium has been under baseline for a while, and your blood pressure’s been creeping up for a couple of months now.”

“I assume I’m still in contractual limits.”

“Yes, but that’s not the point. My job is to keep you in peak condition, and you’re slipping. That could cause us all serious problems if we don’t figure out why.”

“Is my success rate dropping?”

Kevin shook his head. “No, not yet anyway. You’re about where you’ve been for most of your career.”

“Then I don’t think we have anything to worry about. Kevin, you know my routine. I exercise every day, I follow my meal plan, and I take the pills you give me. I have more sex than just about anyone on the planet. Is there something else I should be doing?”

“I can’t answer that, Nathan. But if there is something in your life that’s stressing you out, you need to take care of it. I want you to be healthy. If you don’t believe that I’m worried about a friend, then at least accept that I’m trying to protect our jobs.”

 Nathan frowned. “I know, Kevin. And...thank you.”

The marten smiled. “You’re welcome. Talk to me if I can help.”

“I will,” the wolf said and gave the shorter male a pat on the shoulder.

Kevin seemed to accept that. “All right, I’ll drop it for now. Is there anything else you need before I leave you to it?”

“No, that should do it.”

“All right. I’ll check in before your next appointment. Good luck.”


3. Contract Agreement
When Nathan first started as a licensed breeding stud, most of the rooms he used were repurposed exam rooms. Small rooms lined with a few cabinets, with a bulky medical bed in the center, often equipped with stirrups. The medical staff would prepare the women almost the same as they would for a vaginal examination, and Nathan would be in and out in twenty minutes, fifteen of which were typically waiting for his knot to release while making awkward small talk. He could do a day’s work in all three hours.

 But as the money and opportunities increased, the rooms grew more elaborate. Now that he was with Loving Embrace, which catered to an elite clientele, the breeding rooms were more akin to luxury suites. Each had its own style and unique ambiance. Enormous mirrors were placed on the walls or ceilings, varied mood lighting and music, as well as reinforced, adjustable furniture to be used both for the actual breeding and for the spouse or other witnesses to relax while the procedure took place. There was even an ensuite bathroom to ensure no need to leave the room once the procedure began. Since Nathan and the other studs were often vigorous with their methods, each breeding room was soundproofed to not disturb the rest of the building.


 Room 4 was dominated by an expansive platform bed set into the floor. Three rows of wide steps formed a half circle at the base and were often used as a viewing area for spouses or other family members. Not everyone was open-minded about watching their relative have sex, but breeding services were increasingly viewed more as a medical procedure. He’d fucked several women with an audience of at least ten people in here. That had been strange the first time, but he kind of liked showing off. There was something strangely exciting about a person’s parents, friends, and spouses watching, and sometimes even egging him on.

Sarah and Gene were here, along with several staff members who were performing some last-minute adjustments to the furniture to ensure it was at the right height. Kaylee approached him with her usual cool expression.

“Mr. Roberts has said almost nothing since we arrived, but he seems cooperative at least. I’m not going to ask what you did to him.”

“Probably for the best,” he said, matching her low voice. “Anything I need to know?”

 “Nothing out of the ordinary. She passed her medical check with flying colors. No medical history or limitations. She is ovulating. We estimate a 93% shot today. I booked follow-ups on Wednesday and Friday, just to be sure.”

Nathan nodded, glancing at the fox in question. She was still dressed as she’d been downstairs. Her ears were back and her tail was swaying anxiously, but her eyes were focused on him. His cock stirred, and he wondered if he might be able to get away with breeding her more than once this session. He wasn’t supposed to do that, just to be sure he was at peak efficiency for his later clients, but it was rare for him to be so attracted to one.

“Nathan.”

He turned back to Kaylee. “What?”

“Don’t do anything stupid. Mr. Roberts could make all our lives difficult.”

Nathan smiled. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

She narrowed her eyes. “That’s what worries me.”
The staff cleared out quickly once Nathan made it clear he was ready to get started. From a chair near the bathroom, Gene watched him with a nervous, beady-eyed expression that could have been the opposite of Sarah’s fidgeting anticipation. She was seated on the bed, as a nurse ran through one last questionnaire with her.
Once they were alone, Nathan walked over to the towel rack near the bed and gracefully removed his robe, revealing his heavily muscled body and the reason he was here to begin with. Sarah drew in a sharp breath when she saw it, and that made Nathan smile. That never got old. He took his time in setting up the towels so that they would be warmed up when he wanted them to clean up later.


 As he turned back, he noticed both of them were staring.

He walked slowly toward the bed. “You’re a very beautiful fox, Sarah. I hope you know that.”

“I-I’ve heard that before,” she said, glancing shyly at her husband.

Nathan looked over at the otter, whose posture had shifted. He looked like he was trying to hide behind the back of his chair, his gaze firmly averted. “Gene, come here.”

“W-what?”

“Get over here, Gene. Sarah, stand up. We should clear the air.”

The couple looked at each other, and then stood, hesitantly approaching the wolf. Nathan looked between them. “Look at her. Isn’t she incredible?”

The otter swallowed and glanced at his wife. “She’s the most beautiful fox in the world, and she deserves the best.”

“Exactly. That’s why you came to me, isn’t it? Because I’m the best?”

Gene hesitated, but Sarah didn’t. “Yes.”

Nathan placed a paw on top of her head and ran a thumb behind an ear. “You mentioned you did some research on me?”

“Yes,” she said, shivering. “I-I watched a lot of videos.”

Every breeding session at Loving Embrace was recorded, mostly for confirmation and documentation purposes. Occasionally, clients requested copies, and the Agency provided them with few questions. But there had been a few leaks shared as porn over the years. “Which were your favorite?”

 “Um...there was one with this other fox. A fennec. You... uh, you were knotted to her for over an hour.”

He vaguely remembered that one. It had been about five years. The fennec had been one of the most petite women he’d ever knocked up and she’d been so tight he’d been afraid he would break her. Her husband, a tiger who had been almost as tall as he was, had coached him through how to get her relaxed enough to where he could fit.

“Excellent choice. How about you, Gene?”

The otter seemed caught off guard. “W-what?”

“Did you watch any of my videos, or did you let Sarah do all the research on her own?”

The otter blushed and looked away.

“You watched them?” Sarah said, sounding surprised.

“A-a few,” the otter admitted. “Mostly from the last year. I wanted to know how... big you were.”

He laughed. “And?”

They both stared at his sheath and the inch or so of red cock poking out of it. It was almost as thick as her wrist.

“Oh, God...” Sarah whispered.

“Gene, get naked.”

The otter almost objected, but one harsh look from Nathan, and he did as he was told. He stripped quickly, then stood beside his wife, his hands in front of his genitals.

 “Stop trying to cover yourself.”

Since he no longer smelled like cum, he must have cleaned himself. He did, hesitantly. He was completely hard, his pointed dick well out of its sheath and glistening with precum. It was the thinnest erect penis he’d ever seen. “Jesus, Sarah. You weren’t kidding about him being small.”

Gene tried to cover up again, but Nathan grabbed his wrist and forced it back to his side while he held the smallest finger of his left hand up to it. The finger was both thicker and longer. “Do you even feel it when he fucks you?”

“Sometimes,” she admitted. “B-but he does other things.”

“Well, this will be easy.”

Sarah was confused. “What do you mean?”

“Tell her, Gene.”

The otter was frightened, but his cock never faltered.

“Gene. Tell her what we discussed downstairs.”

“Y-you told me that you were going to give her the best sex of her life.”

Nathan smiled and gave the nub the slightest touch as if he were petting a dog.

Sarah seemed unsure of this development, and even more confused by her husband’s submissive behavior.

 Technically, Nathan was bisexual, but it had been a long time since he’d touched another male like this. He didn’t find Gene even remotely attractive, but he was enjoying having so much control over him. He was fairly certain he could easily make him cum again. If he wanted to. Instead, he kept him floating near the edge, but never let him cross too far. The otter didn’t deserve to cum.

“I know he’s your husband, and I can’t stop you if you decide to fuck him.” He angled the little prick towards her. “But is this something you really want? Has he ever gotten you off with this? Even once?”

She hesitated. “No. B-but--”

“You don’t need to make excuses for him.”

Gene was staring down at his own shaft as Nathan continued to give it a light clawstroke or two every few seconds.

“I-it’s not his fault,” she protested.

“The size? You’re right, it isn’t. But that doesn’t change simple facts. If you still want to have sex with him, I can’t stop you. How could I? But when we’re done, I doubt very much that you’ll ever think of him the same way again.”

 “What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice shaking as she stared at his cock, now fully out of its sheath.

“Gene, take off your wife’s clothes. Except for the panties.”

The otter swallowed and did as he was told, cautiously unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the ground. Her panties and bra came away easily, though the panties clung briefly to Sarah’s mound. The scent of it was causing Nathan’s dick to throb.

She was beautiful. Pale white fur covered most of her, except the grey fur around her hands and feet, a black tip on her tail, and the darker shade of her nipples and clit. Her stomach was flat, her breasts perky. She was smaller than he was used to, but the way her body shook as he ran his fingers through the fur on her hips made him want to pick her up and fuck her into the wall.

“Sarah, lay down on the bed.”

She obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto the sheets. Gene looked around awkwardly, unsure if he should stay nearby or go back to his chair. Nathan grabbed him before he could get far then positioned the otter directly in front of him. He could feel the other man’s breathing pick up as his eyes locked in on his cock. Precum was oozing from the pointed tip in quantities that would put most leaking faucets to shame.

 “What do you think, Gene?”

“It’s...”

“Say it.”

“Huge,” he managed. “I’ve never seen one that big, except maybe in porn.”

“Sarah, honey. I want you to listen to this,” Nathan said as he reached down to run a finger down his cock, watching Gene’s eyes follow it. “How many kids do you have, Gene?”

“Three,” he said after a slow exhale.

“How many women have you had sex with?”

He bit his bottom lip for a moment, his body trembled. “I think twelve. Around twenty if you count hand and mouth stuff.”

“Sure. So that’s the two ex-wives you managed to knock up, and our little Sarah here of course. Who else?”

Gene swallowed and his knees trembled slightly. “I’d have to think. Um, my first girlfriend was a coyote. I dated a red fox and a few otters in college. I’ve hired some prostitutes once or twice.” He suddenly seemed to remember Sarah was in the room and quickly added, “But not after I met you, honey. And I was always safe.”

“What about men?”

“M-men?”

Nathan gave him a flat look.

He scowled for a moment, then lowered his eyes. “Four.”

 Sarah put a hand to her muzzle, but Nathan nodded. “Four? That’s more than just an experiment.”

“Why does it matter?”

Nathan shrugged. “Honestly, I’m just curious at this point. Don’t take this the wrong way Gene, but I have a hard time imagining you as anyone’s type. What are we talking about, some anonymous gloryhole shit?”

“No. It was something I used to do for friends sometimes when we got high.”

“You fucked them or sucked them off?”

“It was only blowjobs,” he said.

“Did you get your dick sucked?”

He hesitated, then shook his head.

“You did the sucking then.”

“So what?”

The wolf laughed. “I’m learning about you, Gene. I want to know how a guy like you ends up with a goddess like that.” He pointed towards Sarah. “Because it sure as hell isn’t your good looks or that clit between your legs. She doesn’t seem shallow enough to be with you for your money. So she really must be in love with you. I’m trying to understand why.”

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business.”

“It isn’t. But I still want to know. What was it you liked about their dicks? Was it them in particular, or was it dicks in general?”

 Gene was quiet, looking up at Nathan, then looking back at his wife. He was flushed so much Nathan could see the red in his ears. “I don’t know,” he spat. “It was just a weekend thing. Sometimes we’d get high and I’d let my friends use me to get off. It helped me relax and I liked that I could make them feel good. When we were sober, everyone just pretended it didn’t happen.”

“I never knew you liked men. Are you gay?” Sarah asked, sounding unsure.

“No! Of course not!”

Nathan chuckled. “Hey, it’s fine. I’ve been with a few guys myself. It’s more common than most of us let on. You’d be surprised how many of my client’s husbands want to be... involved.”

Sarah tilted her head. “You mean, like what you said downstairs? About licking your...” she was staring again and Nathan adjusted himself for her benefit.

“Yeah. Among other things.”

“I’m not licking your balls!” Gene insisted.

“Like I’d let you,” Nathan growled.

“Nathan,” Sarah said, interrupting her husband’s renewed cowering. “Why are you asking all these things?”

The wolf hesitated. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t entirely certain. “Call it professional curiosity.” He let himself look at her properly, all but ignoring her husband now. “Are you ready?”

 “Y-yes.”

He chuckled. “Well then, let’s make you a mother.”

As Nathan took a step towards the bed, Gene tried to slink off, but the wolf stopped him. “No, Gene. You’re going to stand right there and watch.”

Sarah bit her lip as she looked back at her husband, but she didn’t try to contradict Nathan.

The wolf stepped towards her and put a finger on the bottom of her muzzle, gently lifting it so she could look him in the eye. “Listen, Sarah. I want you to pretend it’s just you and me. There’s no baggage here. You’re a beautiful fox, with a beautiful body, and what I want most in the world right now is to make you feel good. Is that okay?”

The vixen swallowed. She didn’t speak, but the slight nod was enough for him.

“Okay,” he said, smiling again. “Now, some clients don’t like the idea of foreplay with a stud,” he said as he ran a few fingers along the edge of her breast. “But, believe it or not, arousal improves fertility. I won’t do anything you don’t like, of course, but if you give me free rein, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

 Sarah looked away for a moment, and Nathan could see her chest heaving as she panted. When she turned back, he could see the desire in her eyes. “O-okay.”

“I need to hear you say it, sweetie,” he purred as he finished hanging up his clothes - all but his underwear - before taking a few steps towards the bed. He was in no hurry.

“Y-you can, umm...d-do whatever you need to. To...to get me pregnant.”

Nathan nodded as he leaned in closer, his muzzle inches from one of her large rounded ears. “Can I kiss you, Sarah?”

“Y-yes.”

He had to tilt her head back quite far so he could kiss her, but she was more than receptive. Her muzzle opened under against his, and his broad tongue probed inside with expert motions. He kissed her until he felt her starting to lean forward, her body seeking his touch. He let her pull away for a moment, then kissed her again, this time with more force.

After several long moments, they separated again, and Nathan nudged her back until she was prone, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

 The vixen giggled nervously. “N-no, not at all.”

He straddled her body, covering almost all of it with his legs. His turgid cock extended almost fully from its sheath. The knot was only starting to form, but it was still a couple of inches thick. The vixen stared. “Do you want to touch it?”

She nodded.

“Go ahead.”

Her paw was trembling slightly as she reached out as if it were a coiled snake ready to strike. He flexed and let the tip slap nudge against her paw. “It won’t bite.”

The ice broke, and she slid her fingers around it, though they couldn’t fully wrap around it past the tapered tip. Precum smeared wetly against her arm, leaving it soaked in just a few moments. “It’s leaking so much.”

“It’s all right. Just a side effect of fertility drugs. Things can get messy, but it helps with lubrication.”

Again, she bobbed her muzzle, her eyes almost entirely fixated on his cock.

“Sarah, does Gene ever get you off?”

She hesitated, glancing at her husband, who was standing very still where Nathan had left him. “I-I, um...he makes an effort.” The vixen wouldn’t meet his eyes.

 “How long have you two been trying to have a baby?”

“I-I’m not sure. I don’t know.”

“How often do you have sex?”

“A-a few times a week.”

“And in that whole time, has he ever made you cum?”

She didn’t answer.

“Tell me.”

“N-no. Not from sex, anyway.”

Nathan leaned forward, and she whimpered as he moved to her side. Fingers gently slid down her stomach, trailing through the precum he’d left there, before coming to rest between her legs. She gasped at the contact, and even Nathan was surprised by the heat coming from her. He kissed her again, letting his tongue press deeper into her muzzle, exploring both ends as she opened like a flower in the sunlight. His finger stroked her through the silky fabric of her underwear, and they were soon soaked.

“I’m going to take your panties off.” He was no longer asking, but he didn’t need to. She nearly tangled herself up in her rush to help him. He held them briefly up to his nose, taking in her scent before tossing the silky fabric in the vague direction of where he’d last seen the fox’s husband. His hand quickly returned to her mound, this time unimpeded. “Tell me what you want, Sarah.”

 “M-make me cum.”

The wolf grinned as he began teasing her clit. He rubbed the sensitive bud, sliding his fingers lower, spreading her open as he did. Her juices were thick and plentiful, and he soon had lewd wet sounds coming from between her legs with each movement. Her musky aroma was intoxicating.

“You’re already getting close,” he said, his voice low and seductive.

“Y-yes,” the fox moaned. “F-feels so good.”

“Don’t hold back, sweetie. Cum for me, Sarah. Let go.”

The vixen’s breathing had grown heavy, and her eyes were closed. As Nathan watched, her ears folded back, and her hips bucked against his hand.

“Th-that’s it. Just let it happen.”

“Oooh!” The female’s breath caught in her throat, and Nathan’s fingers were coated with a flood of slick, slippery fluid. She squirmed and kicked, her tail thumping the bed. When it subsided, the vixen relaxed into the bed with a panting, contented smile on her muzzle.

Nathan kissed her forehead. “That’s a good girl.”

She sighed, and the wolf moved so that his body covered hers. His thick cock was trapped between them, smearing precum all over the vixen’s stomach, though his full weight wasn’t resting on her. He was just about to slide the tip inside to start working her open when he heard a gasp from beside the bed.

 He ignored it, then heard a soft thump of something hitting the floor and a strong fishy scent in the air.

“God damn it,” he said softly.

“Gene?” Sarah asked, trying to sit up, but Nathan eased her back and gave the fox another small kiss. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

It was Gene, of course. The otter hadn’t dared to touch himself, but whether it was Nathan’s earlier teasing or a hair trigger, the sight of his wife getting off had been enough to make him cum as well.

“I-I’m sorry,” he sniveled, almost in tears. “I’ll clean it up.” He scrambled up and moved towards the towel rack.

“No,” Nathan said, standing up and physically grabbing the otter.

“W-what?”

 “Those are my towels. I don’t want them stinking like fish. Lick it up.”

The otter looked into his eyes, then dropped down to begin doing as he was told. There were tears now, but he shed them quietly as he licked up the meager splatter of cum from the hard floor.

Sarah seemed concerned, but Nathan blocked her view. “He’s fine, sweetie. Remember, pretend it’s just you and me.”

 The fox didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t argue, either.

Once again, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over the fox, this time he firmly gripped both thighs and forced her legs back. In seconds, he had his muzzle pressed tightly against her mound while his long tongue explored her insides with firm, long strokes. He was rewarded by a flood of the thick, musky juices, which he happily lapped up, savoring the taste.

It didn’t take long for the wolf to get the reaction he was looking for. Her second climax was more intense than the first, and she shuddered and cried out, her hips bucking as her claws dug into the sheets.

When it was over, Nathan pulled his tongue out, giving the vulpine’s sensitive sex a gentle kiss before he did. He sat back, looking at the vixen as she lay there panting. Her eyes were closed and a blissful expression was on her face. “You like that?” he asked, unable to keep the grin off his muzzle.

“Oh yes,” she gasped.

“Would you like me to do it some more?”

“Please,” she said softly.

 Nathan was only too happy to comply. He moved back in and buried his tongue in her slit.

After her third orgasm, the vixen lay spent. Nathan kissed her stomach, then moved up and kissed her on the muzzle. She could taste herself on his tongue.

“You’re ready,” he said.

She nodded. “I’m ready.”

“You ever been with someone my size?”

She shook her head.

Nathan nodded. “That’s OK. There’s some stuff in my precum that’ll help you relax, but I’m going to fill you up completely. Probably more than you’ve ever felt. Just ride it out. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

The fox nodded.

The wolf kissed her again, then positioned his cock so the tip rested between her labia.

“Oh, one more thing.”

“Y-yes?”

“You’re probably going to cum a few more times. I’ll try to time it so you don’t get oversensitive, but it’ll be easier if you give me a signal.”

“A signal?”

“Yeah. I know it’s a little silly. Just yell out my name whenever you cum, okay? It’s just us, and the room’s soundproofed, so be as loud as you want. Here, let’s test it out.”

He teased his cock against her opening and then slipped the pointed tip inside. The vixen’s eyes were glued to the sight of his enormous cock wedging her open. He’d done this enough times to know exactly where to push. She shuddered, then threw her head back as another climax hit her like a freight truck.

 “Oh... f-fuck. N-Nathan! Oh my god!”

“There we go,” he chuckled while rocking his hips to prolong her pleasure. She squeezed down so hard, but she was slick enough that he was still able to slide another few inches into her. She came again.

“N-Nathan! I-it’s too much!”

“You’re okay,” he soothed, continuing his gentle rocking. “Just breathe. I’m barely in.”

The vixen was panting heavily. “I-I know, but...but...”

He kissed her cheek. “It’s all right. We can wait for a few minutes.”

She nodded, and he kissed her again, more passionately. After a minute or so, he could feel her relaxing and slid in another inch.

She didn’t cry out this time, but her eyes went wide. She was breathing heavily.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“N-no,” she moaned, and he could see a shudder run through her body.

“Are you going to cum again?”

She nodded.

He chuckled. “Perfect. Don’t fight it.”

He could feel her cunt squeeze down around his shaft again, and the vixen let out a moan.

“Oooooh!”

“Good girl. That’s a good girl. Remember the signal?”

She nodded, then let out a gasp as he gave her a thrust.

 “Nathan!”

He grinned and kissed her muzzle. “Good girl. Just keep doing that.”

Now that she was no longer fighting the sensations, it became much easier to fuck her, but he didn’t need to go hard. Gentle gliding motions were enough to push them both towards the inevitable end. Even still, he felt like he was savaging her. Nathan was nearly two feet taller than her and at least 150 pounds heavier. His cock seemed massive as it wedged himself inside her. He had to be careful, but his body was screaming for him to do what it was best at. His knot was already at its full size, and as he felt the throbbing and building pressure, if he came without tying, the chances of a successful breeding would be much smaller. It was the kind of rookie mistake he hadn’t made in years.

With renewed urgency, he mashed the bulb of red flesh against her mound, every instinct screaming at him to lock inside of her. She called out his name once more and writhed around him. The sheets popped from her clawed grip, and his ears rang from the volume of their rutting cries. “Get ready. I need to tie.” It came out in a throaty rush, but she understood. She spread her legs as far apart as she could manage, and the wolf’s grip on her thighs tightened as everything he was became focused on that all-consuming instinct. Fuck. Tie. Breed.

 The next few seconds were brutal, the wolf only vaguely aware of how violently he was mashing himself into her. Distantly, somewhere, he thought maybe it wasn’t possible. And then... pop. He let out a gasp as she locked around him. The grip was so tight it was painful. This time, he wasn’t sure if her scream was from pain or pleasure, but after it ended, she went silent.

For a moment, Nathan thought he’d killed her. Then he realized she was just in the throws of another climax. “Nathan,” he said playfully before grinding his hips hard against them and finally letting go.

The orgasm he had was deeper and more visceral than any he could remember since perhaps his first tie so many years earlier. For a long, shuddering moment the wolf was more animal than a person, little more sound escaping him than staccato grunts as his cock thrum. He was vaguely aware of the female squirming beneath him, and the heat and pressure in his shaft increased, his knot expanding even further, as he emptied himself into the female’s fertile womb. His balls clenched and pulsed, and his toes curled from the overwhelming sensations. His vision blurred, and his mind went blank.

 When Nathan had regained his senses, he found the fox was staring up at him with a dazed, but very pleased smile. She was wriggling beneath him, moaning ever so often as his cock continued to pulse and throb. As the pressure built, he could see her struggling to accept it, but it was soon becoming overwhelming.

“Oh fuck,” the fox said. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

“Easy,” Nathan said. “I’m still cumming. You’re getting pregnant, Sarah. You’re going to be a mom.”

“N-Nathan, I-I think it’s too much. It feels like you’re f-filling me up. There’s so much. O-oh god!”

“Easy,” he repeated, kissing her on the cheek. “This is how it’s supposed to feel. I told you, didn’t I? That you were going to feel different after we were done.”

The fox was shuddering. “Y-yeah, but...”

“God, you came so many times.”

“I-I know.”

“How many was it, Gene?”

He said the last loud enough that he had no doubt the otter could hear. There was a long moment of silence before he answered.

“Eleven. She came eleven times.”

Nathan grinned and ran a finger between her stretched labia. It came out completely coated in sticky fluid, despite the seal. “Sounds about right. You want to get a closer look?”

 The otter stood and slowly walked over, swallowing loudly as his eyes settled onto where they were joined. Nathan ran a finger over her pelvic area, then traced it up a short distance. “Her womb should be somewhere under here. Feel.”

Again, Gene did as instructed, then shuddered. Nathan chuckled, knowing he could feel the subtle pulsing deep inside her. “Jesus, you’re still cumming.”

“Mmmf. Fuck yeah, I am,” Nathan grinned while Sarah watched the interaction curiously.

Gene’s hands were trembling, and he seemed transfixed by the sight.

“It’ll be a while yet, but when I pull out. Keep as much of my cum in there as you can.”

The otter nodded without looking up.

“Gene?”

The otter jerked, startled by the mention of his name. “Y-yes?”

“What do you say?”

He seemed confused for several long moments so Nathan started him. “Thank you, Nathan.”

“Thank you, Nathan.”

“For?”

“F-for putting your big fat cock in my wife’s pussy and filling it with cum.”

“Atta boy.”

Sarah let out a soft gasp and leaned back, groaning.

“Feel nice, Sarah?” Nathan asked.

 “Yesss..”

“You’re doing great. Just relax and let nature take its course.”

She was quiet, but the wolf noticed her tail twitching slightly, and that made his wag in sympathy.

4. Ex Post Facto
It was about ten minutes before Nathan even tried to extract his cock the first time and another ten before it finally surged free, eliciting a strong reaction from all three of them. Gene, despite his earlier cold feet, was quick to follow Nathan’s earlier orders, though he had to shove most of his paw into his wife to slow the gush of cum trying to pour out of her. Even then, considerable amounts were slowly leaking around the sides.

He made Gene give his cock a long, drawn-out kiss just to make sure he could taste his wife on him, then made his way over to the towel rack to begin cleaning himself up. “You should have the room for another hour or so,” he said, trying to go back into professional stud mode, despite how strangely intimate he felt with this couple. “I might come to check back in on you before you leave.”

Sarah smiled. “T-thank you, Nathan.”

The otter had been too focused on the vixen’s abused, stuffed pussy to respond. He was still trying to shove his fingers deep enough to hold Nathan’s very expensive cum inside her.

“My pleasure, Sweetie. Kaylee said she already booked you some follow-ups.” He grinned. “I mean, I’m pretty sure this one will take, but we ought to be sure.”

“Y-yes,” she said, looking at Gene for only a second. “Just to be sure.”

“Perfect,” he said while retying his robe around his hips.

Outside, Kaylee was waiting for him. She had a cross look, but Nathan thought it seemed forced.

“Well?” she said after a moment.

“She’s bred, if that’s what you’re asking. But I want to fuck her again just to be sure.”

“You want to?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

She shrugged. “Don’t know the last time you said something like that.” He started walking towards his room.

“Well, you know what they say, find a job you love.”

She watched him for a moment, then walked quickly to catch up to him. “What about the husband?”

“He won’t be a problem.”

They passed another stud on his way to room 2 and the sounds of their footsteps on the tile floor echoed down the corridor for a moment. “You’re sure about that? I don’t know exactly what you did to him, but what happens if he gets home and decides to be angry again?”

 The wolf hesitated. “Isn’t dealing with that shit your job?”

“If it becomes a legal issue, that will be your lawyer’s job.”

“It won’t.”

“Nate-”

“Kaylee, he’s fine. They’re fine.”

“All right, all right. I’ll trust you,” she relented.

“Good.”

“I’ll keep the follow-ups on the book then. Is there anything else I should know?”

They had reached his door and he put his paw on the knob, stopping for a moment. “Yeah. No rush or anything, but can you get me a list of my kids? It can be anonymous or whatever, I kind of just want to know what they’re up to.”

The fox seemed surprised. “Why?”

He stepped inside his room and leaned against the door frame. “Just... humor me, please? I don’t even know how many I have.”

She let out a slow breath, then tapped her tablet a few times, Nathan turned back to watch. “This is more of an estimate, and it doesn’t include your first few years as a free agent. However, you’ve been averaging about fifteen pregnancies a week for the ten years I’ve been with you. Of those, about 95% make it to term. Factoring in the odd twin or triplet here and there, that puts you at about... 8,000.”

 He was silent. The number was hard to process.
“If you’d like an exact number, it’ll take a few weeks.”

He remained silent for another moment, then shook his head. “No, that’s good. Just, get me a list. A few highlights would be fine, just pick some that are... normal, I guess.”

“Normal.”

“Yeah. Whatever that means. I know you like to parade the prodigies and athletes out for the PR shit, but I just kind of want to know what it’s like for the rank and file.”

Kaylee frowned. “I’m not a mind reader, Nate. What are you hoping to get from this? You’ve never shown any interest before. You understand, legally, you can’t contact any of them unless they reach out to you first?”

“Of course, I know. I just think I should know what I’m putting into the world. Is that so strange?”

She stared at him. “Okay,” she conceded. “I’ll put something together for you. Anything else?”

“That’s it for now. How long until my next client?”

“Three hours.”

He hesitated for one long moment, then gave a slow nod before closing the door.
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