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Duke was a wolf with an unusual gift. A curse, maybe, depending on who exactly you asked. It was a rather preposterous-sounding thing that he didn't really dare mention to anyone, at least not most of the time, and that had reduced his dating prospects a fair bit. Specifically, Duke's cum was addictive. People who were exposed to it tended to do almost anything for more, unless kept away long enough so they could withdraw from it. That made getting a blowjob feel like a very taboo act, most of the time.

There was another thing, too. Though he was a regular brown wolf, not visibly all that different from other brown wolves that he came across, he also had musk akin to that of a hippogryph. It wasn't quite as strong, and it had no transformative properties, but it certainly had a hypnotic effect on people. After enough time spent making out with someone there was simply no way to tell exactly how eagerly someone consented, because once they'd breathed in enough of his scent, they always wanted more.

It was kind of a one-two punch that made him unsure about having sex as a whole. As much as he wanted to do it. As much as he wanted to breed every goddamn woman who'd let him. Those were the kinds of thoughts he was wrestling with, at least until he, one day, called an old friend to ask about it all.

Rocky was another wolf, and one that was currently buried to the hilt in a happily moaning bat. Male, sure, but he had a warm and fertile pussy nonetheless, and Rocky wasn't the type to care; if someone wanted a breeding, he was always there and happy to be of service. Still, when a friend called, he was also happy to be of service, so he picked up. The bat's moans and the wet smacking of Rocky's swelling knot against his lips were probably not loud enough to disrupt the call.

He had quite a few more lovers who wanted to take their turns being bred. One was currently blowing up his phone, asking if they could come for a visit. The thing was, as much of a stud as Rocky was, he only had one cock, and the bat hadn't received what he needed yet. Sometimes, Rocky felt like a magnet for both women and intersex males, but then again, he certainly didn't mind that.

“Hey, Rocky, I've been meaning to ask you something," Duke started. He paused for a moment, perking his ear against the phone. He knew Rocky was a bit of a slut of a wolf, but surely he wouldn't be…

“H-hey Duke. Mmh, yeah. Right, you can… ask," Rocky grunted, his voice punctuated by pleasure. The bat squeezed around him, as if trying to make him moan out loud. His name, Rocky seemed to recall, was Samael, though he had only heard it once at the bar just before the bat had basically dragged him to a nearby hotel to get himself bred.

“Well, I was thinking about the whole, y'know, problem. With the addictive cum and all. And the musk. Would it really be immoral if-" he paused again. There it was, that wet, rhythmic slapping. Rocky was definitely doing it. It was so outrageous that Duke actually felt himself swell up a little with arousal.

“You know what they say about hypnosis, it only works on people who want it, deep inside- FUCK!" Rocky moaned as his knot suddenly got stuck inside the bat's fertile depths. Samael grinned at him, working those strong inner muscles to milk an orgasm out of the wolf far sooner than he would've preferred. “S-sorry, just… stub-stubbed my t-toe, oh my god."

Samael squeezed harder with obvious mischief. The sensation made him bark out again, before he managed to slap his hand over the phone's mic, grumbling and growling at his mischievous lover, though not with any real irritation. He was seconds away from cumming, after all, and rather awash in pleasure.

Duke opened his mouth but then shut it. He thought about what Rocky had just said, other than the orgasmic moan. He had a point. He wasn't a hippogryph, there was no overwhelming compulsion to his scent. So, if someone was receptive to it… they wanted to be. Right? He immediately thought of the perfect friend to try it on, one that he knew loved being hypnotized. Technically, that friend had a boyfriend, but they were long distance anyway.

Rocky was panting, trying not to moan again as the bat thrust against him. He was so eager to be bred, apparently in heat again, and it only took him a few more seconds to push Rocky over the edge, with a wide, satisfied grin on his face as he felt Rocky throb inside him.

“So, you think it'd be okay to try it? Since everyone who is affected wants it on some level?" Duke finally asked. “And I could like… maybe build a little harem like you?"

Rocky, in turn, tried to reply and choked on his words. “Just o-one moment please," the wolf managed to force out. Then, he had to drop the phone for a moment, and it fell onto the mattress with a quiet thud. He grabbed the bat's hips with a snarl, and then started thrusting, in those short, sharp thrusts that his knot would allow. It took perhaps half a second for Samael to melt in turn, feeling Rocky tug at his lips like that, and he fell headfirst into a shattering orgasm that left him squirming and thrashing in its throes.

Rocky, satisfied, let those intimate, milking contractions pull him over the edge. With a howl – one that Duke could absolutely hear, on that note – he erupted inside the bat's depths.

He still wasn't totally sure if Samael had actually intended to get inseminated and fertilized when they hooked up that night, but the bat was rather infamous for making bad decisions. Perhaps he had intended to use a condom, or maybe his heat was just too much for rational thought. Ah, well. Rocky held himself deep inside the unusually equipped male as he came, ensuring that every drop of his cum was deposited as deep inside his fertile pussy as possible. Then, and only then, did he lean down and pick up his phone again, albeit with his hands shaking from the sheer force of his ebbing orgasm.

“Oooooohkay so yeah, sorry, I'm a little distracted, but yeah… I say go for it, make your own harem, the hypnosis only works if they want it, and then the cum won't matter that much either," Rocky explained, with his voice threatening to melt into pure pleasure as he finished breeding the bat. Really, his entire body felt like hot butter, but his lover still wanted more, and he would provide. Just not right away. “It's just a little encouragement."

“Well, thanks," Duke chuckled. “Thanks for the advice. I'll let you return your full attention to the fucking!"

Then, he hung up, before Rocky had a chance to say anything. That wolf certainly deserved to just focus on what he was doing, especially considering the rather mind-expanding advice he had just given. Duke, invigorated and excited, then dialed another number. It was time to put Rocky's theory to the test.

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Just a little while later, a sergal knocked on his door, eager as ever to play with the wolf, especially today, since Duke had mentioned that he might, in fact, let her really enjoy his musk and cum today, rather than being restricted to condoms. The sergal had always desired it, but Duke hadn't been sure if he was willing to go that far. Now, it seemed that something had changed his mind. What exactly it was, Ryder didn't know, but she also wasn't about to miss the opportunity not to have to use the nose plugs to stop herself from getting completely mindfucked.

“You'll finally let me try?" Ryder, the sergal, chirped excitedly, after greeting the wolf with an excited hug. She had always had a fascination with the idea of being hypnotized, and she wanted to try it. Perhaps she didn't want the part where Duke would steal her away from her current partner, the sergal mused, but then again, it was like Duke said: if she didn't want it to happen, then the musk shouldn't be able to force her. Besides, her partner was usually okay with sharing her, anyhow.

He wasn't entirely sure if that was how it worked, but it sounded like a convincing enough argument, and by that point he was so goddamn horny imagining turning the sergal and others into slutty, hypnotized pets, that he had already passed the point of no return. There was one thing he did have to tell her, though. A little reminder. She was too excited about all of this to think about the consequences the way someone else would.

“You do realize that you'll be my pet, basically," Duke grinned, but he was already stripping and motioned for the black and red sergal to do the same. “Pretty much addicted to my cock, and unable to even think of being with anyone else…"

Ryder shivered, and she did so visibly. The sergal, slowly peeling off her shirt and revealing a pair of rather luscious breasts, found her nipples already stiff as little diamonds. She was unhealthily attracted to what the wolf was proposing, but at least she knew she could trust him to take care of her once she was… a fucktoy. Or if not that, at least a horny, adoring, and obedient pet.

“Maybe I'd let your old partner come by and get fucked sometimes. Or maybe you'd lure him here so I could make him a part of my harem too," Duke continued, fueled by lust-driven confidence. “But you'll be completely and utterly mine once you take that first sniff. A horny, empty-headed little wolf addict."

It felt good to openly tease someone who he already knew wouldn't decline. And now, she was aware of the consequences too. If the musk still dazed her, that meant that he could start building his own little harem, just like Rocky seemed to have. The older wolf had become a kind of mentor figure for him. But that was beside the point.

“I'm okay with that. I think," Ryder replied, her words carried by a shuddering little breath. “Let's do it."

Really, if one considered the implications of what they were doing, that was the moment that Ryder was effectively stolen by the wolf, when she let her unfaithful, wet little pussy make the decision to let Duke take her. The rest of it was all gravy, the icing on top, so to speak. And it was also the metaphorical collar to slip around her neck and make sure she couldn't back out.

“Go on, then. You know what you want to do," Duke told her, and Ryder eagerly crawled up to the naked wolf in his bed. She was noticeably shivering, still, as she slowly pressed her nose against the wolf's sheath, where his musk was the strongest. On some level, she rather doubted that anything would really happen, but she wanted it to. And if nothing else, it'd be a nice scene to roleplay until she was full of lupine seed.

Ryder inhaled. She breathed deeply of Duke's hypnotic musk, ignoring both the warning the wolf had given her when they first met, and the vague feeling of anxiety in the back of her head. At first, she didn't actually feel anything. There was just a slight rush, likely owing to her excitement, and then, she felt normal. Duke smelled wonderfully masculine, like musk and exotic spices, but she didn't feel like she had just had her mind broken or anything.

Duke could see it, though. He saw the sergal's eyelids flutter as she breathed in his scent, a dreamy look washing over her sharp features. Her eyes had a glassy sheen to them when she looked up again, expectantly, as if wondering if something more was supposed to happen.

“Good girl," Duke rumbled, and Ryder practically melted into the hand cupping her chin. “Now let's get you properly addicted to being bred, the way a good pet should always be. Show me how wet you are."

When Ryder moved, the world seemed to trail half a second behind. She suddenly felt dizzy, but in a good way, like she was drunk, but at the same time, very clear-headed in a paradoxical way. She knew exactly what to do, and giggled as she flopped, heavily, onto her back and spread her legs. Baring herself like that for the handsome wolf felt like just the right thing to do. Her clit – long and prehensile, like all sergals – swished out of the way to really show off her slick, pink entrance.

“Mmm, looks like it does work. Time to put some pups in you, then," Duke grinned, quickly moving atop the dazed sergal. He was rock hard. Maybe harder. The sight of Ryder so eagerly obeying, almost begging for his cock was such a powerful aphrodisiac, especially knowing that she already had a mate.

“Does… what work?" Ryder stuttered. She wasn't really sure what was going on, and her head felt so light it was like she had nothing in there at all, except for a growing lust as she watched the wolf's cock bob eagerly, closer and closer to her unprotected slit.

“Don't worry your cute little head about it, let's get you feeling even better instead," Duke smiled, placing his hands on the sergal's shoulders and pushing her firmly into the mattress while nudging his hips until his cock caught on that wet, feminine groove between the sergal's legs. “Don't worry about it one little bit, everything is as it should be and you're about to get your favorite treat."

Then he thrust. The sergal opened up around his hardness like a blooming flower, readily coating his length with her heated nectar, welcoming him with a passionate moan as her body immediately reacted to her new master's cock inside her. It was beyond heavenly, and the moment an inch or so had slipped into that fertile oven, she clenched with another breathless whimper, squirming underneath the wolf.

Duke groaned, even if he was more drunk on the power, and that naughty knowledge that he was sliding into someone who used to belong to someone else. And now, she never would, at least not purely. Now, she was his.

Almost without even needing his conscious input, Duke's hips began to move the moment his balls first slapped against Ryder's slit. He began to rut her, roughly, just as nature demanded he do, only with the additional blessing of his addictive cum soon to ensure that she'd always come back to be bred by him. In no time, he was jackhammering into the moaning sergal.

“Y-you're such a good girl," Duke growled. “And we're going to make you an even better one. Just r-relax-"

He wasn't sure if the dominance or the feeling of her squeezing his shaft so eagerly was better, but he knew he loved them both. The sergal was such a perfect fit, a perfectly adoring cocksleeve that almost seemed made for his cock. Duke's knot hadn't swollen much yet, but it was growing, and each time he pulled out the slight bump tugged on Ryder's heat-slick lips, which clung to him lovingly, as if desperate to keep him buried inside her.

His hips moved faster and faster. In a strange way, Duke felt almost as hypnotized as the sergal was, though more so by the sensations of their rhythmic mating.

“I'm going to breed you," he huffed, leaning down to let his teeth graze Ryder's neck. “And then you'll be mine forever. You'll never get to fuck your old boyfriend again. Unless you bring him to me, too."

He really loved that. Not only breeding someone whose pussy and womb formerly belonged to someone else, but claiming their very mind. The only way it could be better was if he claimed both of them for his nascent harem. Fuck. He was already close to the edge. With a fierce, bassy growl, the wolf pinned Ryder down.

“Beg," he commanded, with lust amplifying his natural, cocky dominance. “Beg for me to breed you."

“Please," Ryder choked. Her prehensile clit coiled around Duke's cock, squeezing that hot, firm length desperately, as if it had a mind of its own. “Please breed me. Knock me up, master."

Master. He liked the sound of that.

Duke thrust as deep as he could into his sergal's body and held himself there as his knot swelled. In just a few heartbeats' time, it was too late for Ryder; even if she hadn't been under the influence of Duke's wonderful, masculine, dominant scent, she wouldn't have been able to squirm free with that breeding bulb tying the two lovers together.

And she came first, her body responding eagerly to letting her new master breed her. His scent still filled her nostrils as he throbbed inside her, not for the first time – they had played before – but for the first time bare, with nothing between his cum and her womb, nothing preventing neither fertilization nor addiction.

For Ryder, she could feel that first spurt of cum erupting into her, deep into her. Her inner muscles clenched to drink that sticky offering, and her clit squeezed more firmly around Duke's cock, just behind his knot, which made him cum even harder. Heat blossomed inside her, and with its addictive properties, it came with a heady rush of deep satisfaction beyond even her own orgasm. It was a flood of happy emotions, reinforcing that letting Duke breed her was the right thing to do, the only thing to do, and that she should let him do it over and over until it took. And then, keep doing it.

The cravings had set in before her frenzied, milking orgasm even ended, and she couldn't wait for Duke to pull out so he could fuck her all over again and make sure she was pregnant with his pups.

“Who do you belong to?" Duke asked, once his orgasm slowed down to merely the occasional lazy pulse of seed rather than the raging torrent of his first few throbs.

“You, master," Ryder choked out. Her throat felt raw from all the moaning, but the warm, sticky feeling inside her more than compensated in terms of sheer well-being. She couldn't even think of anything other than Duke, his handsome face, and his wonderful cock right now. Least of all could she think about her actual boyfriend.

She buried her nose in Duke's neck and inhaled deeply of his mind-warping, comforting scent, before slumping back down onto the mattress.

“Now… you wouldn't happen to have any friends who you think might enjoy being my breeding pets, too?" he murmured, while sneaking a hand down to feel the sergal's belly. She felt almost bloated with how much Duke had filled her with that potent aphrodisiac of dominance while under the influence. Ryder, of course, told him happily.

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Having tried it out, Duke could definitely say that he loved using his unique gifts. But one girl – however adorable the snoozing sergal was, all splayed out in bed – was hardly a harem. Thankfully, Ryder had given him some names of others she knew who might be… not interested, but susceptible, so to speak. One of them was a bunny named Tori, who apparently frequented a nearby lounge, and that was as good a place as any to start.

Tori had a partner, too. That one was intersex, though still mostly feminine in appearance. Duke hadn't caught that one's name, but somehow, that made what he was doing feel even naughtier, almost depraved. He'd steal another girl away from her partner without even knowing the partner's name.

Or better yet, maybe Tori could help him claim her partner too, and oh, wouldn't that be sweet? A couple where both members would be turned into his adoring pets, with both of them pregnant with his pups at the same time.

Duke forced the thought from his head for now. First, he had to actually find Tori – though given that she supposedly had pink fur, that part should be easy enough – and then work out a strategy for claiming her too. The lounge was part of a hotel, so they'd have private rooms and all, even if most used it as a social space. Privacy wouldn't be an issue, but he wasn't sure of how to go about the rest of it. Not yet.

But then, just as Duke thought about how he didn't have a plan yet, a deliciously kinky one occurred to him. Maybe he'd just buy her a drink.

A drink spiked with cum that'd spark a thirst in her that only he could satisfy. And then he'd fuck her to show just how good being satisfied like that felt.

The next day, in that lounge, Duke kept an eye out for Tori, but she didn't seem to be there, yet. Or if she was, maybe she was out of sight, spending time with her partner. It wouldn't be the end of the world, though: the drinks were good, and the vibe was great, too. The lounge was something like a social space less intense than a club, with a light and airy design to things, lots of wooden detailing and many, many seats both public and private for groups to sit down on, should they desire it.

And there was the bar, of course, with world-class drinks that Duke would improve on a little further by adding some of his special ingredient. Ah, if Tori wasn't here, he could just grab the next attractive critter he happened to see. That was his goal, after all.

But before Duke could spot his quarry, someone else approached him. A jaguar. He approached with some confidence, but his expression was a conflicting one of a little insecurity.

“Hey, how're you doing? I um, I don't really know anyone here," he stammered, introducing himself as Taylor.

The first thought that came across Duke's mind was that he would make an adorable pet, too. The second was that he could smell something unusual about the slender feline. Perhaps he was like that lover of Rocky's, intersex, which only made Duke more interested. But that insecurity threw him off. He seemed rather nervous about the whole thing too, which made him hesitate. Like it'd be somehow even less moral to use his musk on him. But was there really any difference? Duke found himself wrestling with that conundrum while talking to the jaguar.

They traded a few words. Duke had a little vial of his cum to spike a drink with, but the sudden bout of insecurity and hesitation cost him the moment, as Taylor ordered his own drink to soothe his frazzled nerves.

Later, maybe.

They talked about whatever came to mind. There was, it seemed, a difference between exploiting and enjoying the enthusiastic consent that Ryder had shown and trying to use his “powers" on someone he didn't yet know. A line, of sorts. At least for Tori, he knew that the bunny enjoyed the kinky aspect of it.

He and Taylor ended up trading numbers, regardless. After all, he seemed like a pretty fun guy. Duke sniffed the air again. There it was again, that contrasting scent. Ah, it'd be fun to explore one day. Once he knew him better, maybe it'd be something to be enjoyed without any guilt or shame. That was, it seemed, Duke's line in the sand.

And just as Taylor turned around to leave – he had a rather eye-catching tattoo on his back that Duke immediately wanted to ask about – he spotted a pink bunny in the crowd. This time, his libido wouldn't let him wait or hesitate. He dumped the little vial of his cum into a drink somewhat similar to a Screaming Orgasm, already frothy and thick enough that nobody would notice the difference, and then approached the bunny, drink in hand.

“Oh, hey! You're Ryder's friend, aren't you?" Tori greeted him as she saw Duke approach. “And wow that's a tasty-looking drink!" she added, clearly impressed by the sweet-looking concoction. Just as Ryder had suggested, the bunny had a bit of a sweet tooth. No surprise there, given that she looked like cotton candy.

“Oh, you can have it if you want," Duke said, emphasizing his words with his warmest smile. “I'll just order myself another one later."

“Ooh, that's sooo sweet of you! Thank you!" Tori squeaked, grabbing the sugary drink with barely concealed greed. Then again, who didn't show some level of childish greed for sugary snacks, when hungry enough? The bunny immediately brought the glass to her pink lips and took a big gulp.

“You're welcome. So, how do you know Ryder anyway?" Duke asked. He made sure to stay close enough the bunny that she'd be able to smell his musk, even if it wasn't as intense as it would be straight from the source.

“Well, we… we met online, and, um," Tori replied, and then blinked slowly. “Wow, this drink sure is strong, isn't it?"

“Lots of liquor in it," Duke smiled reassuringly.

The bunny looked at him with some suspicion, but also some desire, a mixture of adoration and the kind of need a smoker felt for her cigarettes. “Y-yeah, I guess".

There was a kind of far-away look in her eyes, suddenly, as the addictive and ever so slightly intoxicating effects of Duke's cum began to take hold. She bit her lip, taking another sip, and this time, shivering with relief as that nagging need was instantly satisfied. But only for a brief moment, compared to what a full dose of cum would do.

She was also suddenly very aware of how good the brown wolf looked. How plain handsome he was, and how big the bulge in his trousers seemed to be. Was he getting hard? The thought excited Tori far more than it really should've. She was a married bunny, deeply in love with her wife Pistachio. And yet, she found herself pressing her thighs together like a horny teenager as she stared at the wolf. She needed him, almost. No, not even almost. She could feel her panties growing damp with that need. Where had it all come from? Some freak chemistry between the two, or…?

Her mind went very quiet when Duke leaned in and whispered a few very lewd words into her ear. “I could make you a mother, if you want me to," he spoke in hushed tones. It wasn't even a pick-up line. It shouldn't have worked. And yet, Tori's knees almost buckled feeling his warm breath upon her ear, and his wonderful scent in her nostrils.

“Right… here?" she asked, glancing around. They had private rooms, yes, but suddenly the distance felt insurmountable, and they had a somewhat secluded corner of the lounge to themselves.

“Right here. You want it, don't you? Want me to make that belly swell…" Duke whispered, dropping his voice to a bassy rumble that was barely audible at all. “…with my pups, instead of your wife's."

Tori shuddered. This was dirty. Naughty. She couldn't just cheat on her beloved partner like that, but at the same time, she really, really wanted what the wolf was offering. She felt incomplete without it! Maybe, another depraved thought told her as it dawned on her increasingly hazy mind, she could convince Pistachio to fuck him, too. Then she'd be just as guilty and have no room to complain. And they could both get bred by this delicious lupine.

But in public? Someone would see them for sure. Yet she didn't offer a single ounce of resistance as Duke's rough, wolven hand slipped under her skirt right there, with only a few potted plants to conceal their part of the lounge. She would've moaned when his finger teased her with a firm, kneading motion over her stiffening clit, but Duke clamped his other hand over her mouth.

“Shake your head if you want me to stop," he whispered. Up this close, she was really smelling his musk, and it felt like a spiral, pulling her deeper into sweet, shameless bliss. She felt herself clench against Duke's hand, and of course, she didn't shake her head. She needed this, with the slight satisfaction of her new addiction that the drink had provided already faded and leaving her desperate for more.

But she didn't protest. Not in the slightest way. She was already helpless in the hands of this majestic wolf. Even when he pulled her wet panties aside. Or when he pushed her against the well, out of sight of all but the nosiest of the lounge's visitors. Certainly, she didn't protest when Duke hooked an arm under her thigh and lifted one of her legs to properly bare her dripping wet entrance for his girthy cock.

She needed this, Tori told herself. Pistachio would understand. And if she didn't before, then she would for sure after she tried it too. Tori screwed her eyes shut, biting her lip in lusty anticipation as she felt Duke's canine shaft throb against her entrance, slickening her up further with a gush of warm, watery precum.

Then he slid into her. His cock felt beyond amazing, but it came with an almost orgasmic bitter-sweet sting of guilt. Tori knew she shouldn't have been doing it, but she was doing it anyway. She was letting herself get fucked by a mostly-stranger friend of a friend, and he was doing it without a condom, and she loved the fact that he was. Each gush of precum inside made her head spin with sweet sexual bliss.

She moaned into Duke's hand as the wolf fucked her right then and there, mere meters away from strangers, and there was nothing she could, or wanted, to do to stop him. Her cheeks burned a fiery red with embarrassment as she thought about what she'd do if someone saw her getting bred like this, but the answer that came back to her was the same; she'd do nothing. She'd let herself get fucked even if someone was watching, and someone almost assuredly already was.

She didn't care. She needed more of the beautiful wolf! More of his musk, more of his cock, more of his everything. She wanted to swell with his pups!

Duke could just about sense it. Soon he was jackhammering into her, hard enough to make the art hung on the walls shake as the force of his thrusts made the wall vibrate, if only ever so slightly. It felt so good to claim another bitch for himself, and with each thrust he was more convinced that he had made the right decision. The bunny had let him into her after just a little taste of his cum, and now she belonged to him. Maybe Tori didn't know it yet, but once he had pumped her full of his seed, she would. There'd be no going back, not from having a litter of bastard pups nor being able to resist his cock.

He sped up even faster and pulled Tori's top up – along with her bra – to bare her heavy breasts, delighting in how they bounced as he rutted her.

“Just a little longer," he huffed, grinding his knot against Tori's slippery folds. He wouldn't knot here, not here in public, but it didn't matter if some of his seed leaked out. Just one eager little swimmer was enough, after all, and oh, he'd fill her with plenty. And then she'd soon be begging for more as the initial rush wore off. “Then I'm going to knock you up."

Talking dirty felt good, and it made the bunny clench around his cock, so Duke continued with increased confidence.

“And then I'm going to breed your wife, too. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Watch me cum inside her so you can both be my pregnant pets together," he panted, quietly, but not so quietly that others might not be able to hear, anymore. “I bet you'd even be encouraging us. Telling her how amazing it feels. Rubbing my musk on her nose and watching her get increasingly drunk on it."

Oh. That was it, Tori realized. Duke's musk. It was doing something to her… but it was something wonderful. If it felt this good to be completely hypnotized by the wolf, she didn't even care, she wanted that too.

She buried her nose in Duke's neck and breathed in deeply once again, while she relaxed enough around his cock to let his knot slip in and out a few times before it got too big. Soon he'd fill her. She whimpered in anticipation, and that total surrender to Duke was what brought him over the edge as well.

With a loud groan, the wolf thrust into Tori's wetness, all the way down to his knot, and came. With the very first spurt, Tori gasped with relief from her newfound addiction, and with the second, she nearly collapsed with pleasure. Just like Ryder before her, the sensation was incredible. Not just her squeezing, clenching orgasm, but the incredible satisfaction of the addiction fulfilled as her body drank every thick spurt that Duke offered it.

“T-there you go, doesn't that feel nice?" Duke purred, while his cock still throbbed and jerked inside Tori's body. “Just relax and let it really soak in."

He helped the bunny off her feet, and then into his lap in the nearby seats. The position was a little more inconspicuous, but then, fucking her against the wall had been just the ticket, too. It didn't really matter how many saw them anyway; it was all consensual. He had spotted a sharp-dressed otter girl staring at them earlier, though he had been far too deep in that rut-frenzy to really care. Perhaps a little manipulative with his scent and cum aiding in the seduction, but almost all such encounters started with one partner hornier than the other, didn't they?

“You're such- nnf, such a good girl," the wolf reinforced, squeezing Tori against him. The bunny looked both dizzy and rapturously pleasured, as if she'd just come down from the world's greatest high, and even then only halfway. She was also soaking wet to the point that both of them would probably have to be a little stealthy leaving the lounge, but those were problems for another… another few minutes in the future, at least.

Tori couldn't really muster a response. Not exactly. Instead, she mumbled something incoherent but approving and happy, just like Ryder had. It seemed that was just the effect Duke had on people, and he certainly didn't mind it. So, there she sat, in the wolf's lap, occasionally wiggling her hips a little to feel his cock inside her, or gasping as she felt a hot trickle of cum ooze down her inner thigh.

Eventually, though, Duke reached for a tissue and eased the bunny off him. Happy as she was, there was another, rather more pressing matter. They couldn't just leave the bunny's partner all concerned and afraid because Tori wasn't going to go home for the night, after all.

“Now, about your partner…" Duke grinned. “We wouldn't want her to feel left out, would we?"

“N-no, we w-wouldn't," Tori spoke in clumsy rhythm, as if still deeply hypnotized by the scent and cum. Maybe she was. She'd recover some of her former fluency soon enough, Duke mused. “W-what, how do we- how do we like…"

“Shh, just listen to your master. We'll get this sorted out before the night is over," Duke murmured. He gave his newest well-bred pet an affectionate lick along her ear, dampening the skin beneath the thin layer of fuzz.

He whispered his plan into the almost insensate bunny's ear, and Tori nodded as firmly and eagerly as her exhausted muscles could muster. She had to show Pistachio how good obeying and being bred felt!

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When Pistachio arrived home, it was to a somewhat unfamiliar scent in the air. It wasn't a bad scent, but it wasn't her Tori. She squinted at nothing in particular, glancing around her home. Nothing seemed off. Maybe it came from a neighboring apartment?

“Hey, hun, I'm in the bedroom if you want to have some fun!" she heard Tori call out. Well, at least someone was in the mood. She couldn't remember the last time the bunny was quite that eager, but she certainly wasn't going to miss the opportunity. Just hearing her express desire always got Pistachio both hard and wet – the curse of dual equipment down there – and the cat quickly pulled off her work clothes, the strange musky scent all but immediately forgotten.

Was it a little suspicious? Maybe. But Pistachio didn't think about it. Her own sex drive was high enough almost all the time. She arrived in the bedroom where Tori was twirling their mutual favorite pair of cuffs around her finger. Oh, they'd get kinky tonight, would they? She purred, warmly and happily, as she embraced her equally naked mate. Those cuffs had seen pretty frequent use when they'd only just met, but ever since… well, Pistachio was delighted to see them again

“I want to tie you up this time," the bunny smiled. “Please?"

Oh? That was new. Maybe that was why she was so unusually horny and seemed a little nervous, too. Usually, Tori was the one being tied down, into a nice bunny-flavored little pretzel. That said, Pistachio was hardly one to deny being taken for a ride, as she was surely planning.

“Mm, only if you let me totally wreck you later," she replied with a little verbal flourish and a flick of her whiskers.

“Will do, babe," Tori smiled, and Pistachio got into bed, rolling onto her back and helpfully spreading both her arms and legs. Her cock – hard as rock and in beautiful contrast to her otherwise curvy, feminine body – stuck out, eagerly awaiting her partner's touch.

But Tori wasn't in a hurry; she leisurely, lovingly slipped the cuffs around her wrists, and then tied the cuffs to the bedposts with sturdy rope. First one, then the other. Then, she did the same with her ankles. With all that done, and Tori testing each knot to make sure they were secure, she climbed on top of Pistachio, until her pussy was a hair's width away from touching her cock.

“So, I have another surprise for you tonight. We're going to have some pups," Tori grinned, as she straddled her partner.

“U-uh, that's a big decision to make just like that, and um, how are you planning to get-" Pistachio protested, and just then, she saw Duke enter the room, the brown wolf's muzzle adorned with a wide grin. He was also naked, and the “how" was bobbing up and down with each step, emphasized by a pair of heavy balls.

“Who-" she exclaimed, but just like that, her partner pressed a pair of used boxers over her snout. They had opted for that, so that there'd be no risk of her biting, and it'd be no less effective given how much of Duke's scent the boxers had already soaked in.

“He's a friend. Already fucked me," Tori smiled with very real, if perhaps a little hypnotized, love in both her eyes and voice. “And he smells sooo good."

“Whfthfck," Pistachio mumbled into the warm boxers. The musk on them already tickled her nose, but she had those feline instincts telling her not to inhale, because something was obviously wrong if her faithful partner was suddenly wanting a stranger to fuck them both. Some sort of manipulation, drug, or maybe hypnosis. Maybe scent-based hypnosis. Pistachio had read about hippogryphs with such powers, but never a wolf. She tried to buck and throw Tori off, but with the cuffs and ropes holding her in place so tightly, she could only struggle fruitlessly. “Lmfgh!"

“Shh, you'll love this, he's amazing. And I always wanted us to be pregnant together," Tori cooed. “Just take a deep breath!"

Her fingers, knowing all of her partner's weak spots, trailed over her taut belly, tickling the skin beneath and making the cat twitch, almost – but not quite – breathing in.

Duke climbed onto the bed with the two lovers, smiling at them both. He didn't feel the need to say anything at all; he merely presented himself. There'd be plenty of time to tease the kitty when she was a little calmer, which would happen in just a few moments.

Still, though, he leaned down, stuck his tongue out, and dragged it all the way up along the length of her slit. It was one of those lupine things he liked doing, and sure enough, cock or no cock, Pistachio tasted fertile. Enough so to make his own cock twitch at the thought of what was to come. The cat twitched, too, already fighting the urge to breathe.

Pistachio didn't know what the musk would do to her. But she realized that she didn't really have much choice unless Tori snapped out of it and helped her. And so, the cat fixed her eyes on her beloved pink bunny's. She couldn't say anything, but the pleading was obvious enough; help me. Don't do this.

“Oh shush, don't be silly," Tori huffed. “I wouldn't have let him breed me if it wasn't amazing, and it won't make me love you any less! We can share him! Or he can share us! Duke, go on and fuck her, she'll be with you in just a moment!"

Duke “obediently" took his place between Pistachio's mint-green legs. Obligingly, Tori hopped aside, though she kept a hand pressing the boxers against her mate's nose. “Come ooon, the sooner you do it, the sooner we'll really have fun!" she squeaked.

Pistachio was only moments away from being forced to do it. Her lungs already burned, and her whole body cried out for oxygen. Duke wasn't going to wait, though; she felt a splash of heat against her lips, and quickly realized it had to be the wolf's precum. Her mind reeled at what was happening. Her partner had betrayed her, and soon, she seemed to think Pistachio would join her in whatever insanity had befallen her!

Maybe if she just did as instructed, the bunny would realize that it wasn't working, and snap out of that strange glassy-eyed, horny, and giggly trance she seemed to be under. That had to be it! At least it was some kind of hope to cling to. So, Pistachio took a sharp breath through her nose, ignoring the way the strong – but pleasant – musk made her eyes water.

There's no other way out of this anyway, the teal cat reassured herself as the scent flooded her system. No way out of getting fucked by that handsome wolf. That sexy, handsome wolf who already bred my wife and absolutely deserves to breed me too.

“There you go, just relax and… mh, you look so sexy like that…" Tori murmured, already slipping a hand between her own legs as she watched the resistance quickly drain out of her partner's eyes. She was soaking wet again, ready to watch her beloved cat get bred by her new, handsome stud. And soon enough, Pistachio would be, too.

Duke nudged his hips, seeing that glassy-eyed and increasingly adoring expression slowly take over the cat's features. His bare tip slipped in, unprotected as it should be, and Pistachio gasped, breathing in more of his musk. Then another inch, and a third, pushing its way into her unresisting pussy, just underneath her eagerly throbbing cock.

She could barely grasp what was happening. The sweet musk was all-consuming, overwhelming, even after Tori helpfully removed the boxers from her snout, satisfied that she'd gotten enough of a hit of the hypnotic scent. Tori said something, but Pistachio didn't really understand exactly what she was saying. She could only stare at the wolf leaning over her with a sort of empty-headed, vapid adoration, watching his glistening red cock slowly slide into that fertile place between her legs.

Pistachio knew, perfectly well, that she should've resisted. That thought wasn't gone. She wasn't altogether submissive like her partner. Yet, it felt so fucking good, like Duke's cock was filling some kind of void inside that needed filling. She moaned, before blushing, not really sure what she was moaning about and why she wasn't offended, instead.

“You want pups, don't you?" Duke grunted as he thrust all the way into her, roughly, until his fuzzy, bunched-up sheath kissed her slit. “You've always wanted pups."

He hadn't needed to do it with Ryder or Tori, but this kitty was a little tougher mentally, and so he implanted those ideas into her head, aided by the hypnotic power of his scent. And of course, it worked.

Pistachio wanted babies. She had always wanted them, hadn't she? The memory felt unnatural, like a square peg in a round hole, at first – in reality, it was always Tori who would've had the babies, not the both of them – but her mind, left malleable by the musk, quickly reshaped itself around that thought, making it her own. Of course, she wanted pups! That was why she and Tori had chosen this handsome wolf. That was why his beautiful cock was pistoning in and out between her legs.

Wasn't it? Wasn't that what she wanted? Why else would she be begging for the wolf to breed her, if only internally? Why else would she have let her beloved bunny tie her up for the breeding like this?

If it wasn't, why was she so wet? She felt sodden, laying in a pool of her own juices. She could see her juices glistening on the grinning wolf's shaft, strings of it clinging to his knot each time he pulled out so he could thrust even deeper next time. And her own cock was dripping a steady stream of precum onto her belly, almost wetter than her pussy. She had to want it.

Pistachio hadn't ever really thought of herself as being terribly into men, but she was incredibly into the amazing wolf who was about to fuck some pups into her womb. Nothing that any woman could do could ever compare to the sheer ecstasy of his risky, virile cock. As her mind finally cracked under the hypnotic pressure, she moaned again, clenching hard around Duke's cock as if trying to force him to cum right now.

Not that the moment was far away. Duke was hammering into her at that quick, sharp pace that seemed to make her squirm the most. It was wonderful watching her expression go from stubborn defiance into helpless horniness. Next to them, Tori was feverishly masturbating, rubbing her lust-slick pussy while watching the wolf fuck her partner. Soon, they'd both be his! The only thing left to do was to fill her with his cum so she'd no longer have a choice to resist, either. Just in case the first insemination didn't take, although they usually did. He was a pretty virile wolf, after all.

“Breed me," Pistachio managed to choke out.

“What was that, hun? You gotta be louder than that! I bet Duke couldn't even hear you," Tori giggled, moments away from her own orgasm, and her words punctuated with hitching, jagged breaths.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say. Then, Tori reached down to pinch her clit gently, nearly driving the cat into paroxysms.

“Breed me! I want… I want your pups!" the cat moaned out, and just admitting that to herself, to her wife, to the wolf-stud who was doing that job, felt good enough that it made her cum almost immediately.

Tori caught her moaning mouth in a kiss as her back arched as much as the bindings would allow, and she was instantly milking Duke's cock hard, trying to squeeze that life-giving, all-important cum out of him. As she thrashed, Duke'd knot slipped into her, and that was all it took to seal her fate as a pregnant pet.

Duke let out a triumphant, loud howl as he came, deeply savoring the feeling of the cat's inner walls massaging his cock, reciprocating every heavy throb and sucking his cum deeper as it erupted from his balls and into her fertile womb. More than anything, it proved her submission, and she, like the other two, moaned in absolute dissolute joy as Duke filled her with rope after rope of his addictive and virile cum. It lanced into her in proud, thick ropes that clung to her inner walls and covered her cervix in a thick, sexy coating of potent white.

Nothing would ever be the same, Pistachio dimly realized, as she received that warm, sticky cum. She'd be pregnant. Both she and Tori belonged to Duke, now. And the rush that came with the first filling made it all worth it. It felt like pure, carnal ecstasy, like a head-spinning high that left her pussy sore from how hard she came, soaking her bed with her own juices. She barely even realized that her more masculine endowments also came, not before her cum splashed over her chest, even reaching her chin with how hard she came. Immediately, her tongue darted out to lick it up, like a good girl.

“Good girl, such a good sexy girl," Tori emphasized.

“Very good girl," Duke confirmed, and it was his words that really made Pistachio feel it.

Already, even in the throes of her orgasm, even as she felt her entire body quickly surrendering to pure white-hot pleasure and to Duke's mastery of her, all she could think about was how quickly she could get Duke to fuck her again, to guarantee that she had been successfully fertilized, and to provide another hit of that sexy rush of addictive breeding.

But she kept cumming. For what felt like several entire minutes, she kept cumming, clenching, spasming, thrashing, while Tori lavished her with love and affection, talking about how sexy they'd both look heavily pregnant with Duke's pups. Them and Ryder, too. When Tori mentioned that Duke would surely let her sniff directly at his balls from now on, Pistachio came again before her first orgasm had even fully ended.

There was barely any spillage. Every drop of cum that the wolf pumped into her ended up where it belonged, bar for small trickles between his knot and her walls. But her womb practically opened up for him, her cervix relaxing and drinking in that virile bounty, as if cheering for the wolf taking over their relationship.

And so, it went. They called over Ryder later in the evening, and then Duke bred all three of his new pets again, and again, until he was so sore that he could barely walk.

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Duke lay there, in the middle of his new harem of three. He felt rather satisfied. Pleased with himself, even. Of course, now he'd have to take care of three entire women in exchange for breeding them regularly, but that seemed like a price he was willing to pay. One of his hands snuck up on Ryder's swollen belly; she was a few days ahead of the others, but it was barely noticeable anyhow. His other, first to Tori's and then to Pistachio's. Both bunny and cat purred happily at even the slightest moment of their master's attention, and the former squeezed herself tightly against him.

He was a little sore, perhaps. Duke hadn't been entirely aware that pregnant women only got hornier, and just today he had fucked each of them twice. It was a lot of work. Hard, rewarding, pleasurable work, but still… he faintly recalled his mentor Rocky talking about how it was entirely possible to have a little bit too much on your sexual plate, so to speak.

Just then, he got a message from Taylor. The jaguar wanted to meet up! He had finally finished some project that'd kept him from remembering to call Duke back for the last five or so months. Duke's first thought was that yeah, he was a little sore, but maybe just one more member for his harem would be fine, wouldn't it? Especially if his hunch about Taylor having a fertile, feminine sex was right.

He could handle it. Probably.

Rocky, meanwhile, finally remembered that one detail that he had forgotten to tell his friend. He had just dialed Duke's number, meaning to ask his protégé about how his hunt for a harem was going, only to be interrupted by the bat suddenly grabbing his cock. And there was the otter on his bed too, splayed out and slowly oozing cum.

He and his current lovers hadn't even eaten in bed the last few days! The whole bedroom was a mess. He was sore all over and yet somehow more relaxed than he had been in a year. Samael was just as pregnant as Duke's new harem, and, well, he had intended to warn Duke about the whole “pregnancy hornies" thing, as he liked calling it. Some people doubted that people got horny while pregnant, but nothing could be further from the truth. The fact that his whole cock was raw, and his sheath matted with the juices of both his intersex lover and the otter was evidence enough that they were real and perhaps dangerous to less studly males. That was, he reasoned, probably something he should warn Duke about before the younger stud actually built a harem of his own.

But well, with the bat latching onto his cock, maybe he could wait a little longer. It had been so many months already. Duke could wait just a little longer; there was, after all, another needy pussy to satisfy. If he got them pregnant, then the least he could do was to also satisfy them while all those hormones ran wild. Besides, getting to cuddle or fuck a pregnant woman – or man, for that matter – was a particularly delicious treat anyhow.

And so, he promptly forgot about the lesson that Duke had already learned anyway, as both studs were kept very, very drained for a few months longer.