[b][u][center]Aly’s Ally to Pregnancy For Catsithx By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] People said that dragons were more arrogant than the average species, and to a point, they would be completely correct. There was an arrogance that came from being longer-lived, stronger, and generally better at things than many others, and it was hard to shake that sort of thing. Particularly the longer-lived part, Aly had to admit. The blue dragoness groaned as she clutched her legs to her chest, sitting in the fetal position on the edge of her bed as her body continued its monthly self-destruction of her insides through her heat. The burning feeling had been going on for nearly a day now, and she knew that it was going to get a great deal worse before it got better. She knew that there was an easy way to end it, of course, but she’d never taken that route. She didn’t want to be a mother until the time was right, despite the number of partners that she had that would be very, very happy to plant an egg inside of her. Those same numbers, unfortunately, would be very eager to leave as soon as they were done getting her pregnant. There were very few people out there that she could manipulate into sticking around, and most of them would be bad for her. Most. Not all. Aly took a deep breath, swallowing hard as another sudden cramp of need rippled through her midsection. She felt like her uterus was trying to eat itself, squeezing down and trying to push sperm that wasn’t there towards her inactive, not-yet-living eggs. She took a deep breath again, and again, forcing the need back down until it was controllable. The fact that it was controllable meant that it wasn’t quite time to make the call yet, but it would be soon. A day or so, at most. Then her heat would be at its height, and… Well, then there would be no going back. Not for her, and not for Trevor. [i]He’ll stick around,[/i] she thought, remembering the black and white cat from college. [i]He doesn’t look it, but he’s responsible...and he loves me.[/i] That was the thing. He loved her when most of the others just loved her body. He had done many things for her in college, and she had no doubt that he would continue doing many things for her when they were married. All they needed was the right thing to bind him. [i]And the egg will do that.[/i] She clenched down again, a little squirt of her juices running down her legs and puddling under her ass, and she lowered her head to her knees again, taking a few deep breaths to stifle the latest cramps. # It took twenty hours for her to hit the peak, where the need was no longer able to be pinned down. Her toys were no good, either, which meant that either she needed to go to a bar and get fucked...or call someone here. It took more willpower than she thought to skip the bigger men in her line-up. She had fucked horses, bulls, rhinos, even elephants before, but she knew that they would be the worst for her right now. Trevor...Trevor...he would give her what she wanted, [i]and[/i] what she needed. The call was sent, and he was on his way. The dragoness panted, laying herself down on the bed, going so far as to tie her arms to the bedposts so that she wouldn’t be able to grab at him or hurt him when he finally arrived. She kept her legs spread, feeling her pussy dribbling down, her juices pooling over her ass and then running over the base of her tail. By the time that the cat arrived, her entire room smelled of heat and pussy, and Trevor’s cock bounced up to full erection as soon as he walked through the door. He stared at her, his eyes clouding, her pheromones going to work already. “Shut the door,” she said, knowing he’d forget if she didn’t tell him. He did, and he was quick to make his way to the edge of the bed. His cock was throbbing in his pants, and he obviously didn’t need her to tell him to take it out. He pulled it free, rubbing it a few times. “What...what…” “Heat,” she grunted in bitten-off fashion. “Bad.” “Do you want me to -” “Get it in me.” “But…” “In. Now.” She could see that he was trying to come up with a reason to not do it, but her pheromones, plus his need, were going to be too much. She’d already thought it through, tested it on another month. The pheromone strength a day ago would have been sufficient to keep him obedient. This...this was much more potent. Soon, the cat had his pants off and he was grinding between her legs, his cock nudging against her pussy lips again and again. It was clear that he was trying to make it good for her, not knowing that she just needed him to stick it in. Aly groaned, suddenly moving her legs, shoving him from behind. Her toes dug into his ass cheeks and his cock went right into her. “Mmmmph!” She moaned, arching her back and biting her lips. “Oooooh yes…” “A-Aly?” “Just...fuck...me…” He did, and she was pretty sure that he did it happily. Each thrust went good and deep, and she could feel it rubbing against her inner walls with the perfect pleasure that a real cock could give that toys just couldn’t match. It wasn’t just the heat and the ooze that the cock made, nor was it the soft pants of the man attached to it. It was the way that there was no possible way to predict the slowdowns and speed-ups of a living person fucking you compared to a toy or a machine. She moaned under him, grabbing him with her legs even as her arms spasmed, her hands clenched into fists. She could feel the firmness of him between her legs, the way that his cock danced and twitched inside of her. He wanted to fill her already, wanted to spill his seed inside of her, and the feeling was absolutely marvelous. She guided him with her feet and legs, pushing him from behind, keeping him thrusting and never letting him slow down. Every now and then, she would pull him close, her oversensitivity pulling her over the edge and leaving her shaking, but not for long. She needed him to breed her, and that was what he was going to do. “Faster…” He did that, thrusting as fast as his body would allow him. He was almost doing push-ups over her, his hips slamming forward, his hands gripping under her arms. “Faster, harder!” The cat was pushing himself as hard as he could, she knew that, but she was so close, and so was he. She couldn’t let it slow down, couldn’t let him not go over the edge. [i]Breed me,[/i] she thought. [i]Breed me, breed me, breed me![/i] In and out, in and out, in and out he went, his cock sliding between her pussy lips, almost popping out several times, but eventually, he did. He came. He came hard, too, filling her to the brim with his seed. She could feel his balls spasming as she held him close to her, forcing him to keep it all inside. Aly lifted her hips slightly, letting his seed dribble down and into her rather than just going in horizontally. She wanted to feel it all, make sure that every single drop went to the right place. As he pumped it in, she felt the heat disappearing, soothed by the presence of his seed. She was pregnant already, she was sure; there was enough inside of her to make it happen, and dragons tended to conceive much faster than other species. [i]Very useful,[/i] she thought, not sure if she was thinking of that ability or the cat between her legs. He was still out of it, very out of it, but also still very, very hard. She smiled, letting her legs go a bit slack. “Go again…” # Four rounds later, finally satisfied, she had him let her loose of her bonds. The cat was a bit more coherent, but sore. Very sore, considering how red his cock had become. She got him some ice and a bag, letting him cool it down as they sat together on the bed. When she told him that she was with egg, now, he nodded. “What...what do you need from me?” he asked. “Marriage.” He looked at her with wide-eyes. She wondered what was going through his head. Though she knew that he would go through with it, she wasn’t entirely sure as to why he might do it. That was the part where the dragoness’s plans had failed her, with supplying her with his proper motivations. Would he do it out of guilt? Out of pride? Out of love? Out of anger? She didn’t know, and that was strange for her. Eventually, Trevor nodded. “I will…” He reached out, rubbing her belly. “For whatever this turns out to be.” “Thank you. I’ll need your help.” “Yes...yes, you will.” He gently hugged her, and she let him. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, now that her heat was sated. She could continue with some fun - her body would still be happy with that - but at the same time, her mind was finally clear again, and she wouldn’t mind putting that to use. Maybe Trevor was right. She would need his help, and for more than just the raising of the child. She would need some help to not be quite so calculated all the time. Maybe he could help with that, too. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]