Part 2

Almost every morning for the past few months has been about the same. My brother wakes me up bright and early in the morning before his work. I get myself prettied up, go to what was my room when I first moved in with him, turn on my computer, and sign into the website my brother’s made just for me. I check all the cameras around my room, and then wait for the offers to roll in as I strip piece by piece and pose. The highest bidder gets to pick the position; and this morning, it’s feral style.

I practically moan and sink to my knees, putting myself into position in front of the mirror. There’s a half dozen cameras set up for every angle of my morning fuckings with Max. At this point he just sits in the corner and waits, watching me do my thing with a big doggy grin, knowing I won’t be denying him. I’ve hardly denied him since the first day he fucked me and turned me into his bitch and mother of his pups.

I had a total of 3 pups from my first breeding: one was an anthro-wolf and the other two were most certainly sired by the dominating feral currently fucking my soon-to-be-in-heat-again pussy. I had kept them for a few weeks, thinking they were so cute, but you don’t get a lot of sleep with mewling pups constantly suckling so I left them at the orphanage. I know they’ll be well cared for as just about everyone is raised in one these days, and if they ever want to look me up later, I made sure to sign my name when I left them.

However, no longer suckling pups means my heat is going to be starting kinda early. In fact, my brother is convinced it’s today. As soon as he woke me, he slipped his fingers between my folds, got me riled up and plunged them into me as he whispered in my ear I was going to be a mother again today so I better get on Max’s cock quick so his seed is already inside me when it happens.

Why can he make me cum so hard in an instant? That’s just not fair.

And now here I am, getting it exactly as I deserve it- on my hands and knees, watching myself pant like a dirty bitch as Max grips my hips and takes me like I belong to him. I mean, considering that I’m the one wearing the collar right now being fucked by him for the viewing pleasure of hundreds of anonymous eyes, there’s no denying I am all his.

Well, usually. Sometimes, he has to share with my brother. The amount people will pay to watch my half-brother dress in his police uniform, handcuff and “interrogate” me over something they’ve bid for before fucking me into a moaning, twitching mess is incredible. He hadn’t been joking when he said we’d make a fortune. Ever since setting up the “breeding studio,” he’s gone down to part time, giving him more time to be at home fucking me senseless.

Just like Max is doing.

Suddenly, a notification pops up on the screen, a neon orange line across the scrolling chat between “moan like u mean it slut” and “im about 2 nut.” I whimper in excitement.

See, I figured out from the start that Max really hates it when I call him a bad dog, and he has no qualms about punishing me for it. When we first set up the site, no one knew what the “Bad Dog Treatment” was. No one wanted to shell out big cash for something they didn’t know. That is, until the first person paid for it. I’ve rarely gone a session without it.

“B-Bad dog, Max,” I moan with need.

He’s a smart dog. At this point, he knows. He knows I love every second of it, and I know he loves making me sing for him. With a deep, mean sounding growl, he grips my hips tighter, leans forward so his head is over my shoulder, and really lays into my wanting and willing pussy, about to pour first dibs into my womb.

The best part of being fucked by him almost twice a day every day is that he lasts surprisingly long for a normal dog now. He’s such a good boy, always making sure I cum before he does, sometimes even several times. And right now, I’m squeezing his cock so tight it’s no wonder he can’t last. With a strong, final thrust, his knot locks him and all that gloriously molten jizz inside me.

“A breeding bitch takes the knot every time,” Rohan had told me from the start. “It’s what they pay to see.”

They also pay to watch me fuck myself on Max’s cock while there’s not much else to do. Just because he’s done doesn’t mean I am. I’ve got paying customers who are waiting for the after show.

Sometimes, Max likes to remind me just how much of his bitch I am. Slipping off my back, he turns, standing tall and proud and smug, wagging his tail high in the air as I rock back and forth, bumping butts and bring myself to climax again.

When the session is finally over, I shut everything down and head for the shower. I can smell breakfast cooking and my tummy protests. Peeking around the corner of the kitchen, I discover Rohan’s naked and flipping a pancake. Holy fuck, my brother is so hot. He works out almost every day so even the thick silver fur of his back cannot hide those well toned muscles. And his ass is like one of those carved ancient gods, perfect and chiseled. I just wanna...

“You keep starin’, sis, and I’ll fuck you right here on the counter so I don’t burn any of these.”

“Well, maybe I want that,” I challenge with a shiver of excitement.

He throws back his head and barks a laugh, then turns and starts towards me with a playful grin. In a fit of giggles I retreat to the bathroom, and he chuckles but doesn’t follow.

When I’m done bathing and get myself dried and brushed, I walk out and find the stack of pancakes with a fat slab of melting butter drizzled with syrup. I swear it’s just like right out of a cooking show, just so perfect and mouth watering. He knows they are my favorite breakfast.

On the seat I notice a gift box with a pretty purple silk bow. There’s a note under the ribbon.

I went to the gym. You should come meet me in only this. And no scent pad. <3

What? That dick! Here I was, just thinking how much I adore him and how awesome he is taking such good care of me and he pulls this? His gym is close to his work which is pretty much across town! I have to take a bus for an hour just to get there! He could have fucking waited! I wasn’t that long.

I’m so focused on my thoughts, I yip in surprise when Max’s cold nose is stuffed between my ass cheeks and he licks my slit. He does that whenever he wants now, his little reminders that he owns this pussy.

With a sigh, I stroke his head and decide to at least see what’s in the box. What it is is a tie up blouse, an upper-thigh length pleated skirt, and a near-to-nothing thong. Wait, he wants me to go across town in just this? When ... my heat might start ... today?

Well, at least he knows my size. There’s only one problem: I might cause traffic accidents walking down the street. Certainly a lot of eyes are turning to leer. Thankfully, I’m the only one at the bus stop, and the only one on the bus. The driver’s an old camel who gives me a judgmental glare from the corner of his eye, so I retreat to the back, slipping behind all the seats to stay out of his sight or anyone else who might get on.

I know my brother is doing this to me on purpose. He wants me all worked up. He had mentioned wanting to record us fucking in other places. So far, the back yard’s been as far as we’ve gone. I chew my lip thinking about how exactly I could possibly keep quiet in a busy gym with my brother fucking me. Especially in heat! I can barely keep quiet whenever Max licks me, which he made sure to do before I left, giving me a sad little whine with his nose stuffed against my camel toe. I would have loved to stay and get a fresh dose of puppy juice, but, instead, I’m here, and I’m starting to feel kinda warm.

Exactly as I’m certain my brother had planned, the vibration of the bus along with the thought that I’m going to be plowed in public, and knowing that Max’s seed is still very much alive and well inside me at the moment of my estrus has me panting like a whore within minutes.

Aw fuck, this is the second time I’ve gone into heat on the bus. This really isn’t fair. I have an hour to sit here and think about the fucking I’m going to be getting.

Perhaps sooner than later.

The bus stops, picks someone up, and starts again. And wouldn’t you know it, he walks straight to the back and slips into the other corner of the back seats! I keep my eyes down, doing everything I can to contain myself, but when I hear him sniff a few times and see him turn his head from the corner of my eye, I know it’s inevitable.

I mean, I could try to wait until I get to my stop. But who am I kidding? The very thought of fucking some stranger on the bus is making me squirm and he’s not trying to hide his leering. I mean really, no scent pad, dressed like a slut, panting lustfully, of course he’s staring.

I peek from the corner of my eye. It’s a leopard with bright golden fur and thick black spots. He’s dressed like a punk rocker with a studded leather jacket, piercings all over, and a done up Mohawk tipped with neon green.

And his black skinny jeans are looking awfully tight.

The next thing I know, this motherfucker is fucking me as I’m becoming a mother. All it took was him sliding over next to me, telling me he could “help out with my problem,” and I’m straddling his lap, my tits bare and in his face, and he’s suckling me like a pup- er- kitten. His hands are on my ass cheeks, pumping me on his incredible cock.

I’ve never fucked a feline before. The anthro-felines don’t have barbs like a feral, and he can’t get me pregnant. Too bad, but he can do what I need, and that’s to fuck me hard and deep and make me cum so loud I know the bus driver can hear it.

The leopard grunts and slams me down his shaft. I can feel his hot cum pulse into me as I milk him for every bit of it. He keeps his cock buried in me as we catch our breaths.

“I, uh, I hope you didn’t miss your stop,” he says with a breathy snicker as he presses the stop button, “because I did. But I think the walk back is worth it.”

I glance around in a bit of a daze and realize I’m just a few stops away. “N-No, I-I still have ... a couple.”

As the bus slows to the stop, he pulls out, his seed soaking right through my thong that snaps back into place. “Well, then you have a nice day, sexy. It was fun.”

Not soon enough I’m walking down the street, nearly every male head turning. I smell like estrus; I smell like cum; I’m dressed like this. What else could I be wanting? Honestly, if any one of these canines walking past me just grabbed me by the hair, shoved me over a bench and took what they wanted, I wouldn’t stop them.

I’m finally standing in front of the gym. I see my brother’s car parked outside with others, but the front door says “Closed.” What...?

My phone buzzes. “Door’s unlocked,” is the text from my brother. An excited shiver makes my fur stand and I whimper, biting my lip, my tail wagging.

Sure enough, one of the doors isn’t locked and I slip inside while no one is watching. There’s nobody else here, not even a clerk. My phone buzzes again. “Upstairs.” Oh my god, the anticipation is just killing me. I want to bolt up the stairs, but my legs are still a bit weak from my bus ride and I’d rather not strain myself just yet.

At the top of the stairs are the locker rooms. The male and female rooms oppose one another with a water fountain between them. Oh good, I can get a drink before I turn into a sopping wet floozy for whatever my brother’s got planned.

I sniff the air. There’s so many smells here as all forms of anthros use this gym. However, I know I smell my brother and it’s this way, into the men’s locker room. I hesitate, staring at the door with the male symbol on it. I’m not supposed to go in there under normal circumstances and it’s making my heart race. I honestly don’t know why. Considering I’ve crossed so many other lines, why would going into the male locker room be any worse?

Biting my lip again, I slowly push the door and peek in. It looks pretty much the same as any locker room. Somehow, I thought the guys room would look different. Glancing around, I don’t see him, but I hear his voice. Is he ... talking to someone? Is someone else here?

Gulping, curious as to what’s about to happen to me, I sneak in and peer around, following my brother’s voice. He’s talking about a motorcycle he’s had his eye on. I come around the corner and notice a mammoth, muscled form standing in front of him. I freeze, my eyes wide. Is that...?

“ ... and I know she’ll love to get fucked on it. Oh hey, speaking of fucking...” Rohan grins lecherously at me. “Jackson, meet my little sis.”

The spotted hyena turns around. It is him! The one in all my favorite pornos! Wow, he’s so much bigger than he looks in those movies. He’s so ripped and his fur isn’t as thick so it’s way more pronounced, even through his skin tight gym clothes. The piercings in his ear, brow and nose add so much to his jaw dropping hotness. And that... bulge!

“Shit, Rohan, this is your sister? She’s even hotter than those pictures!” He smirks knowingly at me, both hands on his hips, standing there tall and proud as if to let me have a good look at him while his rapacious gaze sweeps over me like a scanner. “Rohan’s told me you’re quite a fan.”

Oh my God, his voice! It sure doesn’t sound this deep and gravelly in the movies, and his accent is clearer in person, too. I gulp and stutter, so turned on as I realize what’s about to happen that I can hardly contain myself. “Uh, y-yeah! I, uh, I have ... all of ... them.”

His cocky smirk is about to put me on my knees. They’re practically trembling trying to keep me standing. It’s inevitable that he’ll be giving me a pounding I won’t be forgetting.

Suddenly, Rohan’s behind me and he’s got me by the arms, holding them firmly between our bodies as he growls in my ear with a tone that causes me to add moisture to my cum soaked thong, “And now you’re going to be in one of them, little sister.”

My breath catches and my whole body quivers with weakness. Oh god, Jackson is coming towards me. I’m practically sandwiched between these two hunks. An aroused shudder rolls down my spine, ending in my loins and spirals around like a hot furnace in my womb. Oh man, they smell so good! The heady musk of their testosterone fills my nose.

Speaking of smells, my brother takes a deep sniff and grins ear to ear. “My my, sister, had a little fun on your bus ride, did you? Just needed another filling so bad, like the naughty bitch you are. Just another sire for your litter.”

“I-I-It was a-a le-leopard,” I stammer meekly, my eyes on the hyena’s enormous package, indecently outlined in his tight, red spandex workout shorts.

Jackson’s meaty hand cups my snout and slowly raises my head so my eyes follow the outlines of his sinewy torso visible through his muscle shirt before meeting his dominating gaze. I swear I’m gonna cum just from that look. He’s got an arrogant smirk, knowing perfectly well I’m struggling to prevent myself from cumming.

“Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. I’m a champion breeder. Once I dump my load in you, it won’t matter who else you fuck. This litter is mine.”

As though I’ve been shocked, a shudder goes through my body when a finger thick enough that it could have stretched me slipped under my skirt and slides between my camel toe, working me through my sopping thong. It’s a good thing Rohan’s holding me up because I’m done for. I moan and hump his finger as I’m lost in space, my eyes rolled back.

I hear Jackson snicker as he releases me. “Easy,” he drawls wickedly, and I know he means me.

As I’m trying to catch my breath, Rohan pulls me backwards a few steps and pushes me down onto a bench. Within moments, he’s got my arms handcuffed under the bench and both ankles handcuffed to the loops of opposing locker doors so that I’m splayed as wide as I’ve ever been, entirely helpless to the ravaging I’m about to receive. Both men grin and stand over me, their phones out and taking pictures. You sons o’ bitches! It’s not polite to leave a lady waiting for her breeding!