Downtown of an otherwise booming city, these dingy, gray streets had definitely seen better days, most of the activity that transpired here were shady backdoor deals and assorted gang violence, not a place one usually found themselves unless they had a purpose for being there. The usual dull silence of the place was broken by the heavy footsteps and soft panting of a tall figure making their way through the darkened concrete jungle, an athletic eight foot tall husky running as if he was being hunted, his pregnant ball belly gently bobbing in front of him, his three foot canine cock flopping up and down in sync with his steps. The fact was that he was indeed being hunted, the large husky, named Rowland, had just recently turned 40, and as was the law of the land, when you turned 40 you were automatically scheduled for termination as to hinder the ever growing population. Usually people handled their fates with grace, either choosing to off themselves right before their due date or coming quietly when it was time, but Rowland had no intentions of being terminated just yet, not when there were still so many things to do!

Making his way into a quiet back alley, the now gently sweating canine took some time to regain his breath, his fully pregnant belly slowing him down significantly. Rowland cursed inwardly, why in the world would he get himself pregnant when he was still on the run from the law. A dull throb from his massive canine cock answered his question for him, the heavily breathing canine grinning sheepishly to himself. Yeah, that was definitely the reason why, despite being in mortal danger, he still couldn’t resist getting his womb filled with some fresh cum. Just as he had regained his breath and was about to head out again, Rowland felt something that made him panic slightly; translucent goo dripped out of his ass as a wave of contraction washed over him, causing the canine buckle slightly, his cock straining as a squirt of pre escaped his tip. He tried cursing inwardly, but a muffled “fk” escaped his lips, this was not the time for this, but he didn’t have any choice, he would just have to get it over with quickly. Getting down until he was in a squat, bending forward slightly to get a better angle, putting his right paw against the back alley wall for support and his left arm around his gravid belly out of habit. Having squeezed out runts for the better part of 4 decades, Rowland knew the process well, he waited until he could feel a second contraction starting, following his body’s urge to push, his knotted dog cock throbbing wildly in front of him. The only sound in the dingy back alley besides the muffled noises of the city were Rowland’s intermittent sounds of straining and panting, riding each wave of labor as they washed over him until finally he felt his bastard pup’s head push against his winking sphincter, the wide dome pushing against his prostate in that familiar, exhilarating way, urging the canine to push even harder. As a powerful contraction washed over Rowland, he finally felt his cub’s head enter the less-than-clean air of the alley, the birthing male pushing hard enough until his asshole gently prolapsed, his runt hanging out of him up to his shoulders. The canine’s cock was thumping in time with his heart, he was likely to cum the second his cub was out of him which would be any moment now, all he had to was wait for one last contraction and-
That was last thought that ever crossed the canine’s mind, as most of his brain splattered out the front of his head, killing him instantly. The large husky wobbled for a second, before falling hard on top his belly still filled with unborn cubs, the pressure being just enough to push the one he had been birthing out of his ass, the canine’s cock shooting out the load it had been building up, pushing out Rowland’s seed post-mortem in a feeble attempt to impregnate something one last time, but all of it ended up being squirted out uselessly on the dirty floor of the back alley.

When Rowland’s apartment had been found completely cleaned out with the canine nowhere to be seen, a mission had been dispatched from the Retirement Agency to a taskforce higher up, a taskforce which specialized in hunting down especially resilient furs who decided the best course of action would be to flee instead of coming quietly or fighting. The agent assigned to Rowland’s case was a short 6 foot tabby named Jason, the golden-furred feline being infamous among his peers for never having failed a case after he took it on, hunting down his targets with the precision of an old-world predator. He had been on the canine’s trail for a good while, the escapee proving to be a better challenge than most, but even the greatest mind couldn’t hide all the sloppy decisions made with a footlong cock between the legs. Jason had tracked his target down to an area downtown, and was currently running down the streets in an agile and stealthy way only a feline could do, his own ball belly nearly being obscured by his rock-hard, three and half foot feline cock, the cat being excited as he felt himself nearing his prey. Although his sense of smell was not on par with most canines, he had still trained it well enough to be able to use it in the field, and right now he could feel the smell of his target growing ever closer, the canine seemingly having stopped dead in his tracks. As Jason got to the entrance of a back alley, he carefully looked around the corner and what he saw almost made him cum on the spot; the large canine he was hunting was bending down in a squat right above a puddle of clear fluid, the eight foot tall target about to be completely immobilized and vulnerable for a good while. Jason’s mouth furled into a sly grin, his cock tensing and shooting out a glob of pre that went unnoticed by the canine in labor, the feline agent pulling a sawed-off shotgun from a holster hanging from his cock and slowly and nearly soundlessly making his way over to his target.

As Jason carefully inched his way towards the straining canine, taking his time so as to make his kill all the more satisfying, he got a front row seat to Rowland’s birth, his experienced hole stretching pre-emptively, pulsing and winking as the canine pushed and strained, the feline quietly licking his lips at the sight, already starting to make plans. Finally, the felon’s cub poked out of his father’s ass, Rowland seeming to prepare his body for one last push, and just as he was building up for his contraction to wash over him, Jason pointed the barrel of his gun directly at the back of the canine’s head and pulled the trigger, blasting a giant hole in his skull, killing him instantly. The feline watched as Rowland’s body swayed and fell forwards on his still quite full belly, the half-born cub sliding out of his ass from the pressure, his three foot canine cock shooting the last spurts of seed he would ever produce. Jason felt a sexual thrill wash over him, one so strong it made his entire body shiver, his toes curling and his tail frizzing, it taking all the willpower the feline had not to cum then and there, as he had other plans. Looking down at the fresh corpse, the canine’s anus was still gaping from his recent birth, the rim having slightly pushed out in a prolapse, the hole itself still being wet from lubricating birthing fluids. Jason put his shotgun down on the ground next to the wriggling body of Rowland’s newborn cub, the doomed offspring laying in a puddle of transparent goo and blood, his own canine cock standing straight up, but his first erection would prove to be his last as Jason reached his paws out and swiftly snapped the cub’s neck, leaving the body laying there for the cleanup crew to take care of.

Getting back to his feet, Jason walked towards the deceased canine, bending down, wasting no time in lining his barbed, feline cock up with the still gaping asshole, and immediately shoving his entire length inside. Jason threw his head back in a throaty moan, taking immense satisfaction in claiming his prize, him standing by that there was no better hole than one you had to hunt and kill yourself. Eager to get started, he got into the perfect position for him to be able to piledrive his fat cock into the slowly cooling body of his target, laying his pregnant belly on top of the other man, angling the canine just right, before he started fucking the limp husky in earnest. The alley was immediately filled with the sounds of wet sex, Jason’s cock effortlessly sliding in and out of the body of the canine, crushing the bodies of the taller man’s unborn cubs, saving them the agony of slowly dying inside their father’s womb. Jason wasn’t all that vocal during sex, but he still let small huffs and growls escape him as he enjoyed himself, holding on to Rowland’s ass as he continued to hump it for dear life. As he had already been pent up, it didn’t take long before the feline felt his orgasm creeping up, and despite his best efforts to hold back, he finally buried himself as deeply as he could into the womb of the lukewarm male, uselessly filling it up with his potent load, still holding on to the canine’s ass as he enjoyed the feeling of his balls contracting and his cock pumping, soaking in this wonderful moment.

Just as he had finished pumping the last of his cum inside of Rowland and was thinking of pulling out and leaving, Jason felt a familiar feeling wash over him that caused his sly grin to return and his still rock-hard cock to throb. His womb had contracted, sending a wave of dull pain through his body and a tingle of excitement up his spine, his cock pissing out birthing goo in preparation for his own birth. Not only had his target presented himself to him on a silver platter, now he was providing him with another golden opportunity?? Jason slowly let himself sink against the canine’s corpse, pushing his cock as far into the other male’s womb as it could go and letting his gravid belly rest on top of the small of his back. The feline’s grin widened, getting excited about the thought of leaving his runt inside the womb of another man, one of his targets at that, his thought process getting interrupted as a more powerful contraction hit him, urging him to push, gritting his teeth and groaning while still wearing a smile on his face. Slowly, he could feel his newest cub slide down from his womb towards the base of his cock, slowly travelling up the feline’s urethra as his labor continued. Finally, the head of his cub pushed against his slit, with every push Jason made he humped into the canine’s womb, this helping to speed the process up as the head finally crowned, followed by the shoulders, the torso, and with a final push and a loud groan, Jason birthed his cub directly into his target’s womb, taking a moment to catch his breath. When he finally regained composure, Jason started pulling out of the slowly cooling canine, and since his cub was stuck inside, the feline could feel his umbilical cord slide out of him as he slid out of the husky, until finally he popped free of the abused hole of the canine, his placenta landing between his legs with a *plop*. Jason grabbed hold of his massive cock with both paws, and vigorously rubbed himself until a second orgasm hit him, spraying Rowland’s corpse with fresh cum mixed with afterbirth. Brushing his paws on the canine’s ass, Jason pulled out a small tablet from a pouch in his holster, sending the cleanup crew his position and marking his target as terminated, finally taking his shotgun and putting it in his holster and walking away, half-hard cock swinging victoriously between his legs.