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“Goddammit,” the otter exclaimed. She was about to start nervously fretting, and then she’d spiral from there if not interrupted, so the fox embraced her, wrapping both arms around her from behind where she sat.

“What is it, otter?” the fox asked in his softest tone. Her name was Cinos, and his was Scaltro, but usually the two just called each other “otter” and “fox” respectively. It just felt more appropriate, even though he was technically a kitsune. One syllable was better than two. And he only had one tail anyway.

“No, it’s nothing,” she muttered, and he could plainly tell that that simply wasn’t true at all. Soon she’d probably go lay down in bed, close the door, and just anxiously think about what was bothering her. “Really.”

“Okay, but what is it actually?” the fox insisted, and suddenly snuck a cold hand down the collar of her hoodie to squeeze one of her soft breasts. That always made her squeak, and it certainly did this time. Cinos jumped and squeaked with annoyance, turning her head to look up at the fox.

“It’s not important!” she protested.

The fox rolled his eyes. “If it’s going to make you nervous like this, it’s important to me. I mean, we’re going to a wedding soon. Is that why?”

“No. I mean yes. I mean no,” the otter stuttered and then sighed. “I don’t mind the wedding, they’re just boring. But most of life is kind of boring.”

“So… what’s bothering you?” Scaltro insisted.

“Fine,” the otter scoffed. “I’m going to be going into heat by the time we get there.”

“So? Take your blockers and that’s that. Not that I really mind it when you’re in heat, you know that,” Scaltro grinned. His hand was still inside her shirt, and sure enough, it found one of her nipples and poked it. The otter squirmed and nipped at him.

“I forgot to renew the blocker prescription,” she groaned. “Should probably just stay home and lock the doors.”

“Since when do you forget stuff like that?” the fox asked.

“Since I’ve been too distracted thinking about what to wear for your brother’s wedding! Or your sister’s. Whatever, I don’t-”

She was getting agitated. Cinos hated having to confess fault. She liked being perfect and making no mistakes at all, along with planning ahead for days or weeks at a time. This had the unfortunate side effect of any deviation to those plans making her rather irritable, sullen, and sometimes even distraught.

Scaltro couldn’t really know how a heat felt. But he imagined it was more or less just like being really horny without being able to relieve it. So instead of replying to her immediately, he dipped his head down and pressed his lips against hers. He received a muffled squeak in protest back before the otter finally stopped squirming and slumped back into her seat.

“It won’t be that bad, don’t worry,” he reassured her. “We’ll just bring condoms.”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” the otter said, rolling her eyes so hard that she winced. “Ow.”

“Just take it easy or I’m going to have to tie you down and cuddle you,” Scaltro warned. “We’ll be fine.”

“If you say so. Just remember that, well, you know how I’m going to get.”

Scaltro hadn’t actually seen the otter in heat many times. She had expressed a mild desire about wanting kids eventually, but they hadn’t really followed through on any of that, and he wasn’t particularly into the idea, so all the sex they had was safe one way or the other. At the same time, he was excited, in a somewhat perverted and perhaps a little unethical way, because the idea of his beloved otter being ravenously horny for once – her normal sex drive was somewhat low – certainly excited him.

In preparation for their wedding trip, he packed a couple of boxes of condoms in the suitcase. Sister or not – because it was his sister who was getting married – weddings were boring. What couldn’t possibly be boring was the otter in heat, though. He grinned a foxy grin to himself, adding a bottle of lube just in case, though he was hoping that the otter would get wet like the first few early dates they’d had.

He, of course, underestimated how intense a heat could be.

Since he didn’t see any problem with what his partner told him, they went through with their plans; the next day, they loaded up the car and were on their way to the wedding, which was about a day’s drive away. It wasn’t the most exciting time, but after having been together for over ten years, the fox and otter had learned to entertain each other by simply saying whatever came to mind.

The first sign that something was different today was that the otter began to fidget. She never fidgeted. By her desk while writing, sure, but never in car. Scaltro noticed her quickened breath even over the noise of the miles passing beneath their wheels.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked, casting a quick glance at her, while keeping as much of his attention on the road as he could.

“Yeah, I’m… fine, just the heat, you know. I didn’t think it’d start this early,” she replied.

“Well, if you need some relief, we can always pull over for a rest stop blowjob,” Scaltro joked. Of course, if it really came to it, he’d offer her some kind of relief as well, but he was the type to do the entire twelve-hour drive in one stretch with no substantial breaks along the way, except one or two to empty his bladder.

It was intended as a joke, but this time, it had a noticeable effect on the otter. She bit her lip, pressed her thighs together, but then sighed and leaned her head against the window, closing her eyes. The heat was getting to her. It wasn’t too bad yet; just that teenager-like sense of everything being arousing and hot, from the vibrations of the car underneath her to everything the fox said. He had such a sexy voice when he actually bothered using it, didn’t he?

And such a sexy body too. He wasn’t super strong, but he was distinctly masculine. Had the kind of fluffy, strong chest that felt good to just rub her face against. The kind of narrow hips that she loved digging her fingers into. Arms that felt good to squeeze, a taut little ass that flexed nicely when he was…

…the otter blinked, trying to force the thought out of her head. This really wasn’t a good time to be making her heat worse. She could fight it as long as she didn’t give in a single inch, or so she thought at least. Right?

She turned back around to look through the window at the passing landscape. As they drove, the view grew more and more exotic, from flatland and rolling hills to dramatic mountains and fjords. Emptier roads, too, because fewer people drove amidst the mountains. Though Cinos certainly fell asleep at some point – she woke up to drastically different scenery than she had fallen asleep to, everything changing in what felt like the blink of an eye – she could never totally stop thinking about her fox and his offer. There was nobody here this time of the day, and the roadside had dozens of picturesque rest stops, of which perhaps a quarter had a car or two currently occupying them.

That meant they could stop almost anywhere along the way and, well, do things. And nobody would ever know, except the two of them.

Stopping just to suck the fox’s cock seemed like an increasingly good idea. His musky, beautiful cock. Stopping to get fucked against a tree next to some glacial lake seemed like an even better idea, but it probably wasn’t. Or she could do that and then get fucked.

But then there was the problem that she’d get pregnant too – and get stuck leaking cum all day long – unless she brought the condoms out. Cinos scolded herself for even entertaining the thought of unprotected sex with her heat only getting worse and worse with every passing hour. But sadly, the distaste of the idea was based entirely on reason, and reasoning was getting hard, with the otter’s thoughts flowing like molasses or honey. Much more slowly than the juices slowly soaking her panties.

“What are you thinking about?” Scaltro suddenly asked, having noticed that his partner was strangely quiet.

“Nothing, it’s just, the… heat,” the otter groaned. “You know how it is.”

“Well, I’ve never actually seen you in heat. If you want to, we can stop and I can just fuck you, we did bring condoms,” the fox offered, in his usual playful, silly way.

“I don’t know how much that’d help,” Cinos replied, squirming in her seat, pressing her thighs together. “I mean… maybe, but… we really need to get me some blockers.”

“From where?” the fox asked. “I mean, I guess send your doctor a message, see if he can renew it.”

Cinos did so, but it’d take a day or longer to hear back from the doctor, and that left her with no option but to grit her teeth and bear it, the same way one might fight their way through a cold or even a flu. Of course, the thing with heats was that they felt good to have, once past the initial stage of discomfort. Most, after all, enjoyed those familiar tingles of horniness, and being twice as sensitive when touching themselves.

The latter was something the otter couldn’t do, being that she didn’t want to stain the car seat. She still had – she looked at the time – six hours sitting in the damn thing, and if the seat was damp with her juices, the ride be even more insufferable than it already was.

She lasted approximately half an hour longer.

“Where’d you put the condoms?” she asked.

“In the back. I know where they are if you need them,” the fox said, grinning his sly grin. He just couldn’t help but do that at the prospect of sex, even if the two lovers fucked almost every day anyway.

“Okay. Pull over,” Cinos whimpered.

“What, right here?” Scaltro countered. They were still driving along the length of a big, glacial meltwater lake. The kind that looked incredibly inviting but would in fact be incredibly cold. Of course, she wasn’t thinking about taking a dip.

When the otter nodded, Scaltro pulled off at the next unoccupied rest stop. It was concealed from the highway by a thin row of trees. They were mostly intended to let those who stopped there enjoy a moment of relative quiet from the business of the highway, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t provide the same service for the horny couple frenziedly digging through their car’s trunk looking for condoms.

“I c-can’t, it’s too much,” the otter whimpered, almost growling in frustration as she dug into bag after bag, scattering the contents all over the trunk.

The fox gently pushed her aside. “You know I can’t fuck you without one, let me look.”

Why couldn’t he fuck her without one? It seemed like the obvious solution to the dazed otter with her mind clouded by heat. That’d fix it right away. Even just thinking of bare sex was enough to make her feel a little better. “Can’t we do it without?” she pleaded.

“No, we’re not doing that. Come on, do you really want to give birth and then- oh, here we go, here they are!” the fox exclaimed, pulling out the familiar packet of ultra-thin condoms. The polyisoprene kind that felt almost like bare sex. The ones the otter had specifically bought for when she wanted to fantasize but also not make a mess, which wasn’t often, given that she was usually on the blockers and there was no reason not to make as much of a sticky, warm mess as they wanted.

The otter was bent over one of many picnic tables before her fiancé had even managed to roll the condom on. The wood had been worn smooth by thousands of travelers, along with wind, rain, and snow, and

With her panties off, her wetness was obvious and damn near intoxicating. Scaltro could scarcely remember ever seeing his partner quite that drenched with the juices soaking not only her pussy but running down her thighs. Though it was an inviting sight, he made sure that he was safely inside the condom first, as pleasant as the fantasy of taking her without protection was.

They didn’t really want babies, no matter how much both their parents might have wanted to see some hybrid grandchildren.

He also wasn’t all that big on public sex, but what else was he to do? The otter would only get hornier and hornier. Scaltro had never experienced someone in heat, but he had certainly read up about it. So far, it didn’t seem all that bad, he mused. He didn’t like taking breaks while driving, but it was a rather scenic location, the summer air was warm but not sweltering, and the otter’s glistening folds were like the icing on the cake of pleasant things.

So, he got into position, pressed his tapered, vulpine shaft against his partner’s lips – noting that she felt so feverishly hot that it really did feel like he was wearing no condom at all – and then thrust into that wet, warm, and wonderful place.

For Cinos, that first thrust was like a revelatory experience. Just being pried open felt ten times as good as it did when not in heat, her inner muscles stretching like a tired, sore muscle after a long night of rest, with a satisfaction that was difficult to even describe but made her fur stand on end all over her body. She bit down on her hand so as not to moan; the highway noise would drown it all out, but it still didn’t feel right moaning in a public place, far from any suggestion of walls or privacy. But she wanted to moan, huffing and whimpering as the fox began to work up his rhythm.

Even stranger was that although she often had issues reaching a climax during sex, today she was right on the edge from the very first moment, feeling tensioned like a violin string, her entire body vibrating with excitement as the fox’s cock slid and began to play her. In just a few thrusts, she moaned anyway, completely unable to fight back those needy vocalizations. Then, in a few more, she came abruptly, painted claws digging into the picnic table and gouging it deeply.

They were surrounded on one side by the din of passing cars and trucks, and on the other, the breezy serenity of a rippling mountain lake that only ended, it seemed, right at the base of a snow-capped craggy mountain, adorned with waterfalls and the occasional hardy tree. Above them, the sun – just at the point where it’d begin to set – shone bright and golden.

And yet, despite all that dirty chaos and serene beauty standing in stark contrast with each other right next to them, for the two lovers, they might as well have been in a dark room. A cardboard box, even. Because nothing existed for either of them bar for that sweet, sexual union between two lovers who knew each other intimately. She moaned with need. He grunted with desire. And her body clenched around him, once again, nearly squeezing the hardness out of him with sheer unending need.

Scaltro couldn’t remember her ever being quite this eager. Maybe being off the blockers was a good idea, he thought, though frankly he wasn’t thinking that much, not with her body milking him like this. She wasn’t either. When she came, her back arched, and she cried out loud, even the sound of her begging voice was choked by the shattering pleasure that reverberated through her. It felt beautiful, as if all the sex she’d had prior to this had been a cheap imitation, or that she hadn’t really been horny. She was soaked, each twitch of her inner muscles making her toes curl and then splay, even her breath reduced to ragged gasps between moans. Her juices soaked the grass beneath the table, forced out by those all-consuming clenches.

The fox wasn’t far behind, of course. He almost felt more pent up than usual. Something about her scent and physical heat just did it for him, and it pushed him over the edge in a crushing rush, more powerful than most orgasms he had felt. When he came, it was like an electric surge, the first throb of his cock so overpowering that he moaned, too. He didn’t always moan, but it was impossible not to with how tightly the otter squeezed him. He came so hard that he was worried about the condom bursting, but regardless of any worries, he couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t and couldn’t stop, so he spent every last drop of himself inside her orgasming sex, only prevented from impregnating his beloved by a thin layer of rubber that barely felt like anything.

There was that intrusive thought; what if it wasn’t there. Maybe it shouldn’t be there at all. How would he feel seeing her belly swell? Seeing her change so fundamentally and viscerally because of something he did.

Scaltro forced that thought out of his head. His orgasm faded slowly, leaving behind it a tingly afterglow as he helped the otter off the table and onto the seating. He himself sat on the opposite side, staring into empty space for a few very long-feeling minutes. Above the mountains, the sound of thunder echoed, but he couldn’t see any lighting. The feeling was serene.

Cinos, too, was satisfied. She wouldn’t be for long, but for now, she wasn’t thinking of anything. She had cum so hard that it felt like she’d pulled a muscle inside herself. It hurt a little. But she was satisfied, all in all, and the next little leg of the journey – after they’d disposed of the condom and gotten dressed just in time for someone else to pull into the rest stop – was relatively peaceful. She could actually think, Cinos thought, as they left the beautiful lake behind and began climbing up the mountain pass that’d eventually take them to their final destination.

That destination being the fox’s parents.

His parents tended to host most of the family gatherings, and while they were visiting for the wedding, it would be where they stayed for a couple of days. Scaltro could already tell it was going to be a problem. Namely, fucking his partner was going to be a problem, because they’d have to do it so quietly that they could barely move at all in bed. Usually, they settled for simple blowjobs while visiting, but with the otter in heat, well, there was a real risk that it wouldn’t be an option. Not when Cinos was the one that needed to be satisfied, rather than just himself.

“Wonder if we could check into a hotel or something,” the otter thought aloud while watching the environment outside grow gradually snowier and snowier as they climbed into the mountains.

“Don’t be silly, my parents would think we offended them somehow,” Scaltro replied. “And I mean, it would be kinda impolite, honestly.”

“Sure, but… you could fuck me really hard and nobody would care,” Cinos said, feeling that tingling sensation again. How long had it been between lake and mountains? Two hours? This wasn’t tenable unless she got those damn blockers! “Wouldn’t that be worth it?”

“No! It’s only a couple of days,” Scaltro protested, side-eyeing his love. “We can get you a vibrator and a towel if it comes to that. Or like, ten towels. Still cheaper than a hotel room.”

Cinos squeezed her eyes shut. This wasn’t going to be an easy few days, that much was for certain. Soon she was dreaming of asking the fox to stop again, but up in the mountain passes the air was negative Celsius and neither of them ultimately wanted to freeze their genitals off.

As such, he pulled over, and the two used another condom rutting in the back seat like horny teenagers with nowhere to go except his car. At least the tinted windows afforded them the slightest slice of privacy against passing trucks and cars. It wasn’t a comfortable position – their sedan was cramped for two adults on top of each other and sprawled out in the back seat – but it was ecstatic regardless, and with the otter smelling so strongly of heat, Scaltro barely remembered to even put on the condom.

There was just that compelling edge to her lusty fragrance, like her whole body was signaling how badly she wanted it. He was rock hard too, especially given that he’d only orgasmed a few hours ago, as if that very same scent had set his poor testicles into overdrive in a vain attempt to get the otter pregnant. Their mating, in turn, was frenzied. Having just cum hours ago, Scaltro lasted a good while, especially because of the discomfort of having to contort himself into the back seat. It didn’t take anything away from how wonderful the otter’s clenching around his cock felt, though.

She, in turn, came. And then she came again, moaning shamelessly now that her voice was muffled by the car and further drowned by the wind up in the mountains. Again, it struck her – as she stared blankly out through the window in the throes of her second orgasm around the fox’s rubber-clad cock – that she was almost getting fucked in nature. It was like a kind of sublime revelation, having gotten mounted back at the lake and now, up here, among the snow-capped mountain crags, something about their simple nature as mammals. Not entirely coherent, maybe, but her orgasms felt just as immense as the nature that surrounded the two long-time lovers, energized and fucking like teenagers despite being in their late thirties.

While the sex was good, beyond good, the deeper the otter slipped into her heat, the more she wanted something more. She couldn’t quite pinpoint it, nor could she think clearly while her pussy was spasming around the fox’s shaft, but certainly something would’ve made the rutting even more pleasurable. She just had to figure out what it was. Yet, as she tried her very hardest to focus her mind, there was suddenly a completely overwhelming sensation as the fox’s knot popped into her, stretching her wide in an almost painful way.

Scaltro hadn’t meant to tie with her, but in the heat of the moment, it had happened anyway. How you get accidental pregnancies, I guess, he thought very briefly before the otter’s muscles squeezing his knot pushed him over the edge, too, coaxing the studly vulpine into filling another condom.

In a half-formed thought that didn’t quite make it to maturity, the otter thought about that, too. The feeling of the condom inside her. She hoped it’d break. The rubberiness wasn’t bad, but feeling Scaltro’s cock jump and buck inside her still made her want more, wanted the condom to break so that she could feel the hot flesh of his cock directly against her silken insides.

Yet that wasn’t an option. Not without the heat blockers. She’d just have to make do, and she would. Because outside of the frenzied heat-state, she didn’t really want kids, either. Or at least she wasn’t truly ready to be a mother, and perhaps she never would be. But that hesitation made the fire they were playing with burn all the hotter, just like their unquenchable lust for each other.

“W-well, looks like we’re taking a little break here,” Scaltro finally stuttered, recovering from his orgasm slowly and still buried knot-deep inside the otter.

“That’s fiiine,” the otter replied, slurring her words as if rather drunk. “Good to stretch your legs a little.”

“No, I mean, I’m… well, just give me like fifteen minutes,” he sighed. “Did we have any coffee left?”

“Yeeeaaah, just let me- let me…” the otter trailed off, digging into the backpack she had in the back seat footwell. She pulled out a thermos and some of the party-themed cardboard cups she had gotten on sale for this exact purpose. The smiling ice cream cone on it almost felt like it was mocking her inability to cool down.

She poured the fox a coffee. And then one for herself too, to help herself “sober up” from the drunken, sexual high. It tasted like poor quality drip coffee, which, in fact, it was; something the fox had made in a hurry that morning. The cardboard flavor imparted by the cups didn’t help, and yet, the moment was magical. It was the kind of brief snapshot of the future past that they’d both remember with nostalgia and fondness; the fox buried deep inside the otter, in the beautiful mountain pass, both sipping on frankly terrible coffee purely for energy.

Eventually Scaltro’s knot slipped out. Another condom was quickly discarded in a nearby trash can, to the future horror of whoever emptied them, and the two continued on their journey through the mountain pass and then, eventually, the valleys below as they drove the last, and perhaps most boring stretch of the road, one they had seen countless times during the time they’d been together.

It had gotten to the point that they had little in-jokes. There was the Little Potato Town, which the otter called such because a farm sold potatoes in the summer. There was the electronics shop with a sign in plain black Comic Sans. There were several places with ambiguous names that the two had different opinions on. And these, as always, proved a welcome distraction from the otter’s oppressive heat and the fox’s reactions to her heat.

A distraction, but not a cure.

By the time they finally arrived at the little city they were driving towards, nestled far north in an ocean bay, it was far too late to visit any kind of doctor for heat blockers. They didn’t offer them as an emergency service, despite all the local health authorities recommending them against unwanted pregnancies, and yet still restricted them because of very rare potential side effects. All those authorities were, of course, staffed mainly by men, who had a much easier time resisting their urges than a woman in heat ever did. Had things been otherwise, Cinos thought, they absolutely would’ve offered blockers any hour of the day.

But that meant that she had to grin and bear it for at least a full night and a day. Likely longer, unless they could find a moment to slip away from under the watchful eyes of Scaltro’s parents.

The pleasantries were tense, though in a way that only the fox and otter could really feel, with how their bodies were still hypercharged with pleasure and the somewhat guilty realization – and on her part, sensation – that Cinos was still leaking her juices, still wet after their latest rutting, and soaking her panties. It was the kind of stuff you simply didn’t do in front of his parents, even if all relevant orifices had been well and truly covered and hidden away.

Or perhaps you did it and then felt incredibly aroused by knowing that you were doing it. That manner of reaction wasn’t entirely unheard of, certainly. That was closer to how the otter herself felt, deliciously naughty talking to Scaltro’s parents knowing just how horny she was for their son. The fox felt more concerned than anything, half worried that she might pounce him right then and there. But she never did. The heat was hard to resist, not impossible, at least not when distracted by something more important.

Still, a good dinner did wonders for at least tiring the otter out, so that night, she slept rather peacefully, despite an entire night filled with erotic reveries of trains ran on her, of her fox fucking her without a condom, of herself eight months pregnant, and simply of being utterly and completely used by man after man after man.

The usual, in other words. In the morning, she woke with a wet towel under her rump. Thankfully, she had the foresight to put it there in the first place. The fox, however, was already gone, socializing with his parents and having left Cinos in the bedroom to rest a little longer, perhaps hoping that it’d help her heat pass more quickly.

Now, all alone in the cool room, and with her mind too tired to focus on the heat-tingles, she closed her eyes and thought about what they could actually do. As far as she saw it, there were, really, three options.

One: They could just take frequent breaks for the fox to fuck her, with protection, and that seemed as if it’d work well enough. But it would mean a lot of breaks and that might get in the way, especially at a wedding.

Two: She could try to get a local prescription of heat-blockers, but that could take any amount of time depending on what doctor was at the clinic, and their personal opinions on if they could prescribe the medicine to a visitor.

Three: She could just get knocked up. Whether directly and intentionally, or with some sleight of hand to encourage it to happen. The condoms were right there, and she could easily find a needle. That’d be that. An explosive orgasm, her heat completely satisfied, and they could deal with the problems later.

But that wouldn’t be fair for her beloved partner, would it?

Still, she could do it without trickery, if she wanted. Almost certainly.

But did she really want a child, or was that all her heat telling her that she did? Would she regret it, later? Giving it up for adoption was an option, even if not ideal. And it’d necessitate a change in both of their lifestyles.

Maybe it’d be worth trying, though. She just had to convince the fox to agree, or if not verbally agree, then make him willingly do the thing that’d lead to it, which couldn’t be too hard.

With her mind made up – as much as she could make it up for the moment, at least – the otter finally peeled herself off the uncomfortable, unfamiliar bed, wiped the excess juices from her crotch, showered quickly, and got dressed in a fresh set of clothes with a couple of tissues in her panties to last at least until most of the wedding was over and done with. That’d do, she told herself.

And sure enough, it did. The rest of that day was a blur of activity. First, there was the church. It was the kind of environment where even a woman in heat struggled to find anything worth getting aroused over. A lot of rituals. A lot of old people who she didn’t know, and beyond where she was socially obligated to look, Cinos mostly spent the moment snuggled up firmly against her partner as they watched the entire ceremony.

Cinos imagined herself up at the altar, either pregnant or actively being bred. Maybe it wouldn’t be comfortable, but any thought of breeding felt pleasant in her present state. Then again, she quickly diverted her attention from those thoughts; there was almost an entire day of boredom left before she could have anything she wanted.

That “day of boredom” stretched on. The bride and groom walked down the aisle in what felt like slow motion. As cute as it was, the otter simply couldn’t care at all, barely knowing anyone in the building other than her partner and his parents. She had met the sister and brothers before, but she didn’t know them well. It didn’t end there, of course, not even remotely. After finally being let out of the church, there was a long period of nothing but standing around and pretending to be social, which made it increasingly hard to not think about the things she’d rather be doing, and that, in turn, naturally led to a somewhat circular, self-perpetuating horniness that only grew and grew the longer she had to keep doing it.

After the wedding itself, there was a party. A party in the sense that normal people partied, which meant a meal at a restaurant, and the most dreadful thing of all, more socialization.

She wouldn’t have minded it as much if it wasn’t for the heat. Really, she wouldn’t have, Cinos told herself. She had once stayed overnight at an airport, she could handle boredom when it came alone. But it was ten times as hard when the boredom was accompanied by what felt like a low-grade fever and a constant burning need inside her – and in her pussy, most of all – that only kept getting worse with each generic pleasantry that she was forced to express.

There was a dance. She didn’t participate. The dinner was, at least, quite delicious, but it was followed by dessert, at which point she’d much rather just have gone back “home” or really anywhere in private, even if it had to be the restrooms, to the point that she was tugging on Scaltro’s sleeve.

“Can’t we just like, do it, all quick-like? They have restrooms,” she whispered quietly into his ear.

“I’m not going to fuck you in a bathroom at my sister’s wedding,” Scaltro hissed. “Behave!”

“Do you have any idea how goddamn hard it is?” she replied in a grumpy whisper that somehow still managed to be barely audible.

Scaltro frowned. “Yeah, I get it, but just like, keep it in your pants until we’re done and I’ll fuck your brains out later.”

She wanted to grind against him. Or just dive into the bathroom and rub herself silly. Any kind of release at all, she needed it so badly that she was worried she’d have visibly soaked her stockings, soon. At least she wasn’t wearing pants, or it’d definitely be visible. But it still felt like everyone could surely hear her juices sloshing around. And if not hear, then smell.

But if she was lucky, nobody would know it was her. They might think it was the bride, fittingly in heat for her wedding night. Otters and foxes didn’t smell that different, in the end.

By the time the dessert was finished, and the crowd was on the fourth social activity of the night – this one being something about married couples and how well they knew each other – the otter had to escape the room. Just for a few minutes, she told herself. They can blame it on food poisoning or allergies or anything.

Cinos practically dove into the restrooms, locked the door behind herself with trembling hands, and slid a hand down her panties, before just pulling them off entirely. A quick orgasm, or maybe ten quick orgasms, would be enough to at least take the edge off, and so, in mere seconds, she was pumping three fingers into her sopping wet body while using her other hand to tease her clit for a moment before switching to that feverish desperate rubbing and kneading.

She wanted to get pregnant so badly. It wasn’t that she didn’t know it was the heat talking, but the feeling was overwhelming regardless. She came almost the instant that she imagined Scaltro erupting inside her. Even the fantasy of being inseminated in her current state was enough to set her off like a firecracker several times in a row, to the point she had to bite her hand hard to keep herself from moaning when someone else took another stall.

Even that didn’t stop the otter from orgasming again and again, though. It was as if she simply couldn’t stop cumming, and she didn’t want to. It was relief, if only for as long as her pussy was actually spasming around that imaginary, potent cock that was inside her in her fantasies, throbbing wildly as it filled her with rope after rope of thick, virile seed that’d give her everything she could’ve ever wanted in just one drop. If Scaltro had been in the restrooms with her, she would’ve forced him to. There was no way around it with how weak her self-control was in that moment.

But she regained a little bit of it, shuddering orgasm by shuddering orgasm, until finally, the otter slumped down, her entire body aching in a pleasant way and her hand completely soaked with her juices, too. How long had it been? She wasn’t sure, but after a quick wipe, she forced herself up regardless, washed her hands, and rejoined the more civilized side of the hotel restaurant with a dazed smile on her face.

Scaltro spotted her immediately as she left the bathroom. “You missed the charades,” he emphasized, as if scolding her, but that wasn’t what that was. Anyone else would’ve thought it was, but the fox and otter knew each other.

“I am deeply disappointed in myself,” she whispered back. “Where’s the wine? We’ll need some of that for when they start the next round of Pictionary.”

The fox, already holding two flutes of sparkling wine – champagne or not, Cinos wasn’t fancy enough to tell – and handed one for the otter to sip on.

“So, did you get it all out of your system?” he asked.

“I got it all out. Except the part where you fuck me unconscious once we have some privacy. And without protection,” she replied in that demure upper class event tone that she had learned to imitate at some point.

“Mm? You want to take that risk? Do I want to take that risk?” Scaltro asked as he watched the rest of the crowd, a little alcohol-hazed at this point, gather for another round of… he would’ve hazarded the guess that they’d call it musical chairs if he had to hazard a guess, but he didn’t have to. By now, it was almost nine in the evening. Or at night, really. It was one of those hours that you could have opinions about.

The otter squeezed her fox’s arm. “I want to take that risk. We can think of consequences later once we get back home,” she replied, before her eyes returned to the others rather than merely her perfect vulpine fiancé. “Oh. Well. I guess it could be worse, at least they’re not doing karaoke yet.”

Scaltro shuddered. Not at her suggestion of taking the risk. Ultimately, if it was what she wanted, he’d try it, and at least it’d be an experience that he’d probably savor forever, regardless of what it led to. He did, after all, love the otter, and as much as he didn’t feel ready for kids, he also couldn’t watch her suffer like this. Maybe he was ready. Or maybe it was her flowery heat-scent slowly manipulating every neuron in his brain, that was also entirely possible.

Just a few hours more. Until then, they sat next to each other, hands in each other’s laps and teasing, while the other hands grasped glasses and cutlery in all the appropriate ways. At some point, the otter’s fingers were actually inside his pants, and then inside his sheath, too. He was naturally just as damp with the otter’s arousal around his fingertips, teasing those plush, soft lips with darting little touches that were just enough to make her shiver but not moan.

By now, even he was bored, and that was despite it being his sister who was getting married, too! The events just went on forever and ever, his belly was bloated from too much cake and several handfuls too many sweets, all marinating in the frankly delicious wine that left him a fraction as buzzed as Cinos was.

Then, finally, after what felt like truly forever – as well as several resolve-fraying glasses of sparkling wine and a few cookies that he really shouldn’t have forced himself to eat – the party was over. Cinos almost fell over when they finally stood up after an eternity of sitting down and watching people, but Scaltro was there immediately to support her. And to reward her, of course, for remaining there and doing her best impression of a responsible, upper-class adult.

He had been close to flipping a table just to make something happen, and the otter was far less patient. So, clearly, she deserved a reward that was in no way caused by her heated scent’s influence on his already hazy mind. Together, they walked to his parents’ house, and for a little nostalgic moment, Scaltro felt like he was a teenager bringing a date home, only they were both actually in their late thirties, and had been together for over ten years.

Close enough. He was absolutely going to fuck her like a teenager until they both forgot about that whole wedding.

In fact, the instant they were back in their borrowed little room with the uncomfortable bed, they were tearing each other’s clothes off. For all his self-control, the frustration combined with the otter’s need had become far too much for the fox to handle, and by now he needed release just as desperately as she did. And yet, as he knelt between the otter’s legs, he paused just as his cock touched her steaming hot folds, bare and naked and all those things that’d inevitably leave her belly swelling if followed through on.

“Are you sure you want it?” he asked, even as his muscles trembled and reason fought urges. He couldn’t stop, but he had to, just to make sure that the heated otter was still willing.

“Yes,” Cinos hissed. “Breed me.”

Did he want it? Maybe, maybe not. But at some point, one had to jump into the pool to acclimate to the water. And as he thrust, gingerly and experimentally, into the otter’s naked and fertile pussy for the very first time, it felt heavenly. Like burning hot silk engulfing his cock, her feverish body so warm that it seemed to warm his very core, not just his cock. And she was instantly clenching, squeezing tightly around him in that fateful moment of indulgence.

“You feel amazing,” the fox huffed. Cinos didn’t reply, too busy as she was marveling at the sensation of being penetrated without rubber between the two, watching from her high abode in the clouds. Scaltro did feel amazing inside her, though, like electricity that touched every nerve in her body at once in the most pleasurable way, and more so with each additional inch that slipped into her as they entered that blissful union together.

“…but you know what’s gonna happen,” he groaned. If he was going to do this and reward the otter for her frankly saint-like patience, he figured, he might as well go all the way. And that included playing into the otter’s fantasies. “If we really go through with this.”

“W-what?” the otter stuttered, playing along because she wanted to hear her fox say every dirty word. Her words were separated by little whimpers and gasping breaks as the fox’s unprotected cock slipped deeper. “What will… happen?”

“Well, you’ll get pregnant for sure,” Scaltro grunted. He began to thrust, slowly rocking his toned, vulpine hips back and forth. Leisurely, at first, letting the otter enjoy simply feeling him inside her. “If you really want me to cum inside you.”

The otter moaned again. The fox clamped her mouth shut. They didn’t want to wake his parents up, after all, or worse yet, keep them from falling asleep. She kept moaning into his hand, just a little more muffled, now.

“So, you’ll probably wake up with cravings, and that’ll be the first you feel of it,” he continued, softly narrating even as he pistoned his cock in and out of the otter’s soaked, heat-struck pussy. Her eyes fluttered as she stared up at him and clenched, hard. Was it really this easy to excite her? Had it always been?

“Then, I think your belly will start swelling. Just a little bit, at first. Nobody will really notice, or they’ll just think you’re putting on weight, but you’ll know,” he continued, emphasizing his words with a sharp thrust that left her squirming with pleasure and need. She clenched again, harder this time, and the fox had to pin her into the bed to keep her from thrashing about too much. “Calm down. You’ll get what you want in just a little moment.”

Dominating her like this was surprisingly fun. Too bad she wouldn’t be in heat for at least nine months afterwards. Unless they found her a morning after pill anyway. But the sheer squirminess of having her own dirty fantasies narrated back at her was quite delicious to the fox.

“And then your tits will swell, too,” the fox went on, moving a hand to squeeze the otter’s modest breasts, soft handful by soft handful. That tender, yet greedy touch made her moan again. “Swell with milk. I might drink it while you just grow and grow until…”

He was thrusting quite frantically now. Her sex felt like it was actively sucking on his cock, trying to draw him deeper. It was an almost indescribable moment of passion, the pleasure so intense that he could barely contain himself. There was also that risky, fateful aspect to it. The knowledge of what he was really doing; breeding his beloved partner, and not just that, doing so in his parents’ house, which made it feel even dirtier despite ultimately being an act of pure love. Closer and closer, with each thrust. The fragrance of her need filled his nose and mind both. There was still an opportunity to stop, to avoid all those consequences, but at this point it’d have felt like sacrilege.

No, he was going to seed her, to roll those dice and see what happened. Gods only knew how badly she deserved it, even if it was just the heat. He had made his decision, and so, as his knot first pushed against her drenched petals, he kept narrating it all.

“…until you can’t hide it anymore. Until everyone you meet knows you’re pregnant. And with me next to you, they’ll know exactly who did it, too,” he grunted, barely able to keep talking with how that familiar, needy, orgasmic pressure was rising in his balls, and really, his entire body. He was close. It’d only be a few moments longer.

Cinos was barely aware of anything except the wet slapping of the fox’s crotch against hers, of the burning heat of his cock scratching all her itches all at once. The sweet promise carried by his heavy balls bumping against her slit each time his knot almost popped inside her. She wanted it so badly, like every atom of her being was vibrating with anticipation. She was going to get knocked up, just like she had fantasized about so many times. She was going to become a mother. It felt almost profane. It was like Christmas and a summer vacation rolled into one. So intense was that druglike high that when Scaltro finally pushed his knot into her, ensuring the completion of their mating – proper completion, with nothing to stop his sperm from bathing her pussy, cervix, womb, eggs, every inch of her sex – she came immediately from the sheer realization and understanding.

So, by the time the fox actually reached his climax – with a choked growl as he pressed himself as deep into his otter’s body as possible – she was already cumming. The first jerk of his cock, the first eruption of potent, virile cum in her receptive depths was immediately reciprocated by an eager clench of her muscles, sucking his cum deeper to soak her cervix – which dipped into the mess as she came so violently – just like nature intended. The ecstasy of it all was rapturous. Finally just letting things happen the way they were meant to, regardless of consequences, was so deeply euphoric that she soaked the bed with her excitement, even as the fox filled her with the much thicker, stickier fluid of his.

Her heat was immediately dispelled, and in the afterglow, once her pussy had stopped twitching, her back arching, and her toes curling, she was left feeling even better, floating senselessly in deep-set euphoria, her body’s natural reward for her mind, for letting herself get bred like this. For accepting her insemination and fertilization. And so, that deed was done. There was no way out, now.

She almost came again just thinking about it, but they had both had enough after enduring an incredibly long day and frenzied rutting tonight. With a little bit of twisting of his body, Scaltro managed to turn them both around enough so that they could cuddle and fall asleep just like that, with his knot deep inside her body, and his warm, messy, powerful cum even deeper, where it’d remain to fulfill its task of making the otter swell until the early morning.

“I can’t believe we actually did that,” she whispered, once her breath had steadied enough to allow her to.

“Do you regret it?” Scaltro whispered back, squeezing her rump and flexing his still-hard cock inside her playfully.

“Not even a little bit,” she replied. “At least not yet. Do you?”

“Nope. And I’ll fuck you when we wake up just to make sure, if that’s what it takes,” the fox answered with a mischievous and quite vulpine grin.

And that was that, really. No way around it, now; the virile cargo he had pumped deep into her was enough to just about guarantee that she was going to be pregnant, and she was deeply happy about that fact, despite all the worries and fears that she’d felt about it in the past. Maybe they did want children. At least, it certainly felt like it, Cinos thought, as the two lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms, leaving tomorrow’s consequences for the coming day.