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The Business Trip

Eddie paced his hotel room restlessly. He didn’t really like business trips. Well, he didn’t exactly hate them, but there was so little to do in a hotel room, and on top of that, he was still absolutely wired from all the coffee he had gulped down to keep himself awake and somewhat alive during the incredibly long drive.

He barely had any idea where he even was tonight. Yeah, sure, he knew the town was named Creeksbend, and what state it was in, but it was just where he’d stopped on his way to the other side of the country. It was just a name on a map that meant absolutely nothing to him. A place in its purest essence, a kind of space where things existed, but without signifying anything.

Outside of the hotel they had a far-too-large wood carving of a beaver. Why the hell did they even have that? He had almost been tempted to ask; they certainly didn’t have beavers here. Was it just something that the owners had thought made for a cute decoration? Did they even know beavers were real animals that existed up north?

Those were the kind of thoughts you started to have when you had been traveling for too long, Eddie mused. It kind of threw your mind for a loop and left you feeling disconnected from everything. At least it was a beaver and not one of those stereotypical sculptures of a Native American with peace pipes and tomahawks and everything.

Part of the problem was that he had nothing to do whatsoever except sit there and then go to bed. Normally, he would’ve just taken a flight to his destination, but there had been a whole thing with canceled flights and flight controllers quitting, and so he had ended up here, in Creeksbend, at the end of the first long day of travel, for a journey that should have only been a six-hour flight at most. Oh, the things we do for money, he thought.

Eddie sighed. He was wearing a suit and everything – not the best choice for a long drive, but his plan had been to end up at a somewhat fancier hotel – so he went to the bathroom to freshen himself up a little. Might as well, if he could at least socialize a little bit before bedtime.

There he was, as he looked himself over in the mirror. A white tiger with unusual blue stripes. He didn’t usually like looking at how tangled his fur had gotten over the day, especially after a long drive like that, so he was relieved to find that he looked pretty great. A quick brushing of his red hair did wonders in getting it under control, and the suit just needed a little straightening out, so it’d hug and complement his toned body. As fine as ever, despite being in his thirties, he told himself.

Not that he really knew why he should care. This was the kind of town where people probably didn’t even wear suits to their weddings. Overalls and boots. Maybe a shotgun. That was the vibe he got, and so, when Eddie finally finished up and headed downstairs to the hotel bar, he didn’t have much in the way of expectations.

He was pleasantly surprised.

The bar was clean, with good strategic lighting to make for an intimate atmosphere where people could actually see each other. It was mostly quiet, at this hour on a weekday night, bar for a chatty couple in a corner and the bartender talking to an older yet long-maned equine – maybe in his fifties – who was sitting by the bar, dressed rather nicely. Maybe he was passing through, too. It happened, sometimes. Eddie himself was an example of it.

He took a seat and ordered a drink. Whiskey on the rocks. It wasn't his usual preferred drink, but he wasn't in the mood for anything too fancy tonight. It wasn't really the time or place for it, just a simple glass of whiskey to make the night a little less boring. The lupine bartender, who looked like he was pushing fifty as well, served him quickly and professionally.

“So, what brings you to our illustrious little metropolis?” he asked, as the tiger sipped on his whiskey. Eddie immediately recognized from his dialect that the bartender wasn’t from here either. Why he had chosen to work here would remain a mystery, but then, some things in life were just better left that way.

“Just business,” Eddie replied tersely.

“Business, here? You don’t happen to sell farm equipment, do you? My wife needs-” the bartender started, and just like that, the mystery of how he had ended up here was probably solved. Eddie supposed that love would be a good reason to move almost anywhere.

“Naw,” the older horse sitting next to them interjected, in a deep bassy voice. “He’s not doing business here, just passing through for business elsewhere, isn’t that right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replied. “How can you tell?”

“Because no one else here is dressed up,” the horse laughed, drawing a sideways glance from the bartender. “But isn't it funny? I'm also just passing through for work. What are the odds, meeting here, like ships passing in the night and all that. Though I suppose our bartender is from here now.”

“What’s your line of work, then?” Eddie asked. He figured it was as good a way to waste time as any. Friendly company was about the most one could really ask for.

“Oh, I’m a drug dealer,” the horse grinned. But before anyone could react, he continued. “And by that I mean I’m a pharmaceuticals salesman. Travel all around and convince doctors and hospitals to try out and buy our product.”

“Had me going for a moment there,” the bartender sighed with palpable relief. “Though I guess there’s not that much difference, really.”

“Just the law and all that, ethics depending on who you ask,” the horse replied. “So yeah, just passing through. Staying a couple of days, though, and been here since yesterday. All set up in my room and everything. If I leave now, I’ll be waiting at the airport for an entire day.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be here if they hadn’t cancelled so many flights this week,” Eddie replied, shaking his head. The whiskey wasn’t strong or very high quality, but it was loosening him up just a touch. “Just heading out to the west coast.”

“Yea, that’s what you get with these politicians,” the horse said. “But let’s not talk about that, it’s impossible to avoid hearing about it twenty-four-seven anyway.”

Eddie could only agree. The more he talked with the old horse and the bartender, the more he felt right at home. He had been a little worried – perhaps unfairly so – that he’d have to talk about tractors or the best kind of potatoes this far out, but both of these gentlemen seemed to be a rather worldly, which he was much more comfortable with.

For the longest time, they talked about whatever came to mind. The bartender had indeed moved here to be with the love of his life. The horse didn’t have anyone yet, but he was looking. More than that, he didn’t really say, and Eddie was just fine with respecting that wish. He didn’t bring up any of the relationships that he’d had either, not with strangers, but they spent a good few hours there, with the tiger on his third whiskey and starting to feel suitably fuzzy at the end.

Eddie felt relaxed enough that he made a mistake that most women would know not to make, but being a man, Eddie didn’t really think that anyone would mess with his drink. He left his whiskey on the counter, excused himself, and went to the bathroom.

“Mm,” the horse hummed. “Hey, bartender, remember what I said about pharmaceuticals?”

“Yeah?” the old wolf replied, cocking an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking.”

“I don’t suppose you’d look away for a moment?” the horse asked. “As a little favor between newfound friends.”

“If you hurt him, I’m gonna have to call the police,” the wolf warned him.

“Oh no, I don’t intend to hurt him. Just want to show him a good time, after all. There’s some good pocket money in it for you and the wife, too.”

The wolf grumbled. Income had been rather low in the off-season. He didn’t really want to let the tiger get drugged and taken advantage of – he had fairly strict morals – but at the same time, a little extra cash would smooth over a few unfortunate debts that he’d racked up.

“Fine. But let’s set some rules,” he growled. “You don’t knock him out entirely, and you don’t do anything that he doesn’t consent to, drugged or not.”

“Oh, no worries on that front either. I can be quite persuasive, and I get the feeling he’ll rather enjoy it anyway,” the horse grinned. “So, we have a deal?”

“Yes, but don’t make me regret it. If I hear a single cry for help, I’m coming in there with a bat,” the bartender sighed. “Got it?”

With that, the horse opened his suitcase and emptied a vial of some clear liquid into the tiger’s glass, stirring it until nothing was visible at all. He had been at this for a long time, having developed a good eye for people he thought might be receptive to the rather secretive concoction, and he did mean what he said about not hurting the tiger. Oh no. He’d do the very opposite.

A minute or so later, Eddie returned, swaying a little as he walked.

“Think it’s just about time for me to head to bed, gents,” he greeted the two. “Can’t well have much more to drink if I’m gonna be up bright and early tomorrow.”

“Might as well finish your whiskey. You paid for it, didn’t you?” the horse coaxed him. “Few drops more as a nightcap won’t hurt.”

“Yeah, you’re right about that,” Eddie replied. He downed his drink in one gulp, not bothering to savor what remained in the glass. After all, nobody really drugged men’s drinks, he figured. Of course, that didn’t always apply, and it especially didn’t apply when the victim might not remain a man for much longer. That was the secret the horse was trying to sell, but more data never hurt anyone… and on top of that, he was feeling rather pent up after having to stay in this backwater town for an entire day already.

Suddenly, Eddie felt a lot tipsier than he had before. A sudden warmth engulfed his whole body, along with a dizziness that seemed to come like a bolt from a clear sky. The horse quickly got up and grabbed his arm.

“Maybe it was a bit too much, I’m sorry. Didn’t think just that little bit would be the tipping point,” he apologized, or at least, pretended to apologize. “Let me take you to your room.”

“S-sure thing, wow. Tolerance must’ve gone way down,” Eddie stammered. His tongue felt stiff- no, not stiff, but loose, like his coordination had taken a hit. Then again, that wasn’t anything unusual when you had too much to drink, was it?

“Don’t worry, mine has too. Comes with age, it does. Let’s get you to bed…”

With that, he gave the bartender a wink and began to lead the tiger not towards his room, but rather the horse’s own, where he had – hoping for exactly this – already set up a little something that’d make the next few steps of his devious plan a little easier. Easier, and more pleasurable for them both.

Given the unfamiliar location, and with his mind rather hazy, Eddie didn’t notice that the horse, once upstairs, took the “wrong” turn in the corridor. He looked at the equine with a kind of half-aroused adoration. He looked like such a perfect man. A real daddy type if he’d ever seen one. Wouldn’t mind sucking… jeez, Eddie, get a hold of yourself. You’re not that drunk, stop it.

And yet, his cock was suddenly at full mast, as if there was a sudden, perfect chemistry between the two. His mind was flooded with lusty thoughts, and for a moment, he thought about asking if the other man would like to have his cock sucked. And then he realized that he had just done it without thinking. He’d just blurted it out like some kind of colossal slut. Eddie blushed fiercely, to the point that his cheeks almost matched his hair, but the stocky horse only laughed.

“I’m not into men, boy,” he replied. “But then again, we’ll see how that changes in a few hours, won’t we?”

Eddie had no idea whatsoever what he meant, but he took it as a joke. A very confusing joke that he had no idea how to process in his rather intoxicated state.

He stumbled into the room, guided by the horse’s strong arms. It wasn’t until now that he realized that this wasn’t his room, but he didn’t care much, either. He liked the horse, perhaps even trusted him, despite not knowing his name. Besides, his legs were so wobbly that he just wanted to lay down somewhere, anywhere, as long as he at least didn’t have to stand up. He did so, on the nearest piece of furniture; a leather-clad bench. It was a lightweight thing, usually amusingly also called a horse, that Clint traveled with, just for occasional field tests like this one.

“Now, I’m sorry for the deception, but I snuck a little something into your drink,” the horse admitted. “It’s just to loosen you up for this next bit.”

“W-what?” Eddie stuttered. He didn’t feel angry, but a slight twang of anxiety shot through that comfortable haze he found himself in. Had he been drugged? But why? The horse had just said he wasn’t into males. “What do you mean?”

“Well, part of my job with all these drugs is… ah, you’ll see. You’ll make a beautiful tigress,” the horse grinned. “Oh, I don’t think I introduced myself. I’m Clint. Now, would you just lay down on that bench like a good girl for me?”

Girl. Why did the horse – Clint – call him that? Yet, without thinking about it, Eddie found himself complying. It wasn’t that he couldn’t resist, but rather, obeying felt good. It made him feel happy. And so, he ended up laying on the bench with a confused look in his eyes.

“Good girl. Now, listen up. The drug I gave you will slowly change you, but only if you let it. More specifically, it’ll change you into a woman, which is something I believe you’ll be much better suited for life as,” Clint explained, his fingers brushing through the tiger’s hair, staring directly into his eyes. “It’s women who usually suck cock, after all. But if you don’t want that, all you have to do is resist until the morning. Don’t obey me and nothing will change.”

Eddie stared at him, barely able to comprehend anything he was saying. Such a drug couldn’t possibly exist, could it? He let out a frustrated grumble. That frustration in particular seemed to stem from how good obeying felt right now. He just wanted to melt into the powerful horse’s arms and do what he wanted him to.

But he didn’t want to be a girl. Clint was wrong about that. He had to be, right?

“So, let’s give it a test run. You said you wanted to suck my cock,” Clint laughed. “But only girls get to do that.”

He undid the leather belt holding his pants up slowly, demonstratively. He pulled them down, revealing a rather hefty bulge in his boxers, one that put Eddie’s own cock to shame. And sure, he was a horse, but gods, the sight made the tiger’s mouth water.

The horse paused, pants down around his ankles, as another thought dawned on him. He picked up a pair of scissors. “Hold up. One more thing. I think you should be naked for this. And I don’t think you’re in any shape to undress yourself. Don’t worry, though, I’ll buy you a nice dress to replace the suit. Women don’t really belong in suits anyway.”

Eddie shuddered, but he didn’t resist as the horse proceeded to cut through his clothes, pulling them off in shreds like they might at a hospital. Why wasn’t he resisting? The suit had cost him a fair bit, but at the same time, Clint was right. It was only fair that he’d be naked. Of course he should be naked.

Soon he was completely bare, his own modest erection springing out as his pants and underwear were both stripped away, grinding against the leather of the bench. He felt very soft and vulnerable like that, a feeling that he wasn’t used to.

And then he realized that he had just obeyed. A cold flush of anxiety shot through him. If what Clint was telling him was even halfway true, he couldn’t keep doing it.

“Mhm. See how it goes? It seems to me like you want this,” Clint pointed out, and then he reached to pinch one of Eddie’s nipples. He let out a surprised squeak, though not one of pain; those little nubs seemed much more sensitive than they usually were, and that left him squirming. “They’re getting puffy already. You’re going to have proper tits, soon.”

He stood up again with a grunt. “And now, you’re going to suck my cock to show how badly you want it.”

Eddie watched, transfixed, as the horse pulled his boxers down, revealing that bulky, equine cock, about half hard. Clint stepped closer and let it flop onto Eddie’s muzzle, where it felt so very warm, heavy, and musky. He had such a wonderful scent; a deep, spicy musk that suggested untold virility in the heavy balls that hung just below his shaft, like two ripe plums. Or that’s how big they felt for the dazed cat.

He knew that he shouldn’t be doing this, though. Even agreeing to getting stripped had left him feeling oddly feminine, like he was just a little softer and smaller than he used to be. And those puffy nipples. What would happen if he actually did what Clint told him?

Seeing that he needed more encouragement, the horse took a moment to circle him, touching him wherever his hand happened to fall. “Just think of how cute you’ll look with tits,” he began, rough fingers teasing over Eddie’s nipples on their way to his hips, which he squeezed, followed by his ass. “You’ll have wide hips, perfect for catching a man’s eye and getting bred like a good slut…”

And then he did something Eddie didn’t see coming and grabbed his rock-hard cock. “And you wouldn’t have this, just a warm and wet pocket for men to sink their cocks into it. You want that, don’t you?”

It was only a brief touch, but it nearly sent the tiger into paroxysms. Finally, circling back around as he traced his fingers all over Eddie’s body, Clint pressed one of those fingers to his lips. “And you’ll have big, plump, cock-sucking lips just begging to wrap around a thick cock. But you want to do that already, so just go ahead and indulge.”

He took hold of his cock, which was getting harder by the moment, and rubbed the blunt tip against Eddie’s lips eagerly. He tried to fight the urge to open his mouth, but how much harm could it really do? It was just one thing, he told himself, trying to justify what he wanted to do despite knowing better.

Maybe he’d just suck him a little bit. Yes, that seemed good. Eddie’s entire body felt warm as he finally obeyed and opened his mouth, allowing his lips to kiss the tip of the horse’s cock before – with only a little hesitation – engulfing the flared head with his mouth, immediately and instinctively sucking on him.

“That’s a good girl, I told you that you wanted it. Mhm, work that tongue,” Clint grunted, giving the tiger a few moments to get used to his sheer thickness before thrusting a little deeper, with Eddie’s raspy tongue caressing every inch that pushed between his lips. It felt so good to finally have that firm, hot length of cock stretching his lips wide, pulsating lazily but eagerly against his tongue.

And as he did, his body changed. Those puffy nipples pushed outward ever so slightly, a pleasant ache in the tiger’s chest as his previously flat, masculine pecs slowly grew into a gentle, sensual curve. It was nothing that he couldn’t hide with a loose shirt, and so it went unnoticed for now, utterly transfixed as he was on the horse’s cock.

That wasn’t the only change. Apparently, every second of sucking that equine member was obeying. The tingling glow in his chest was slowly spreading down his body too, melting away muscle and replacing it all with soft, feminine curves. He groaned a little around the throbbing meat as his hips widened. Not much, but enough to mar his masculine figure, and at the same time, his shoulders shrank too, leaving his arms momentarily so numb that only the bench kept him upright on his hands and knees.

But the most prominent sensation came when Client began to rock his hips, slowly sliding his cock deeper into the tiger’s welcoming mouth and coating his tongue with slick, tangy precum. His cock – which he was rather proud of – began to shrink. It felt ecstatic, like he suddenly was caught in the middle of an orgasm. A very long-lasting one, not too intense, but strong enough to leave the cat squirming as he grinded his dwindling length against the leather of the bench. He grew wetter, too, and it felt so very, very good to just give in, to embrace everything that was happening, to let his useless cock shrink away entirely. And it would, if he didn’t stop. Yet it felt like all he needed was the bigger, stronger male’s shaft in his mouth, twitching with lusty appreciation each time his tongue danced over the underside, across his bulging urethra and just under his flared glans.

“Yeah, that’s it. You’ll make for such a good slut,” the horse huffed, thrusting deep enough into his mouth that the head of his cock bumped against the back of Eddie’s throat. “Now take me deeper, cocksucker.”

That was another moment when he could’ve stopped, when Eddie could’ve simply said no and walked away from here with his manhood intact. And yet, he found himself unable to do so, mesmerized by a combination of the drugs, the changes, and sheer shameless cocklust. He relaxed his throat as best he could and willingly pushed himself against Clint’s thrusts, until suddenly, his cock slipped deeper. Eddie’s throat bulged, and he almost gagged, but the growing pleasure resonating through him suppressed the reflex.

Immediately, his breasts swelled a little further, from a barely noticeable size to something that he’d struggle to hide, two distinctly feminine globes, jiggling ever so slightly as the horse fucked his mouth and throat.

“Mm, everyone’s going to look at you and just see a girl, now. Told you only the ladies get to suck my cock. We might as well go all the way,” Clint chuckled, twitching against the back of Eddie’s throat and squirting another thin rope of precum right down his belly. “So just keep sucking, and when I cum, swallow every drop. Then I’ll breed you, too. Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty saved up for both.”

Breed him? Eddie didn’t- he didn’t have a pussy, yet- at least not that he knew of. But he could barely feel his cock at all. That familiar feeling of hardness was all gone, reduced to a little nub, thrumming with pleasure as he kept grinding against the leather, soaking it with far too much precum for an average male. By now, his hips were wide enough to catch anyone’s eye, just like Clint had promised, and his shoulders a little too narrow to pass as male at first glance. Even his facial features had softened, from the sharp features of a tiger to the softer ones of a tigress, and his big, soft lips felt so good against the firm flesh of Clint’s cock.

But there was an even stranger sensation yet. A warm glow in his lower belly, where a womb was forming. Eddie didn’t know it consciously, but his body was already eagerly preparing to properly receive the studly horse’s seed, his insides twisting and changing what had once been his balls into ripe ovaries. There was only one change left, and that would come soon. He surrendered entirely to those feelings, all the earlier hesitation driven out by the desire to have his newfound womb filled, and those feelings welcomed him the way that femininity and submission did everyone that embraced them.

So, when Clint throbbed in his mouth and grunted out something about being about to cum, about how he’d make the tiger a proper mare for himself, there was no hesitation, only desire to feel the horse’s thick cum spurt over his tongue and down his throat. He held himself there firmly, tongue eagerly lashing against Clint’s cock as it twitched, and then pulsed. Only a moment later, his mouth was full of warm cum. It soaked his tongue, but even with his tastebuds alight with that wonderful flavor, he had to immediately swallow in big, greedy gulps to keep any of it from spilling. He had to be a good girl, after all. He had to obey, and that meant swallowing every last drop.

That was the final required act of obedience for the transformative drug to take full effect, and being that he did it with such enthusiasm, the effects were stronger than they might have been if he had only done it hesitantly. One last time, his breasts swelled, now to such a heavy size that nobody could look at him and see anything but a woman, and a rather curvy one at that, but the change that Clint was really waiting for was the one between the tiger’s legs, where his balls had once been, just behind that glowing nub of a clit that had once been a proud, hard cock.

There, each time Eddie swallowed obediently, his new sex formed slowly. First, his groin puffed out ever so slightly, and then soon enough, split, a pair of inviting outer lips forming as his new pussy grew deeper into his body and connected with the womb that had already developed, offering a natural and easy way for a male – because he wasn’t one anymore – to pump their seed into him and have it take root.

The most profound thing came as Clint finally pulled his cock out of Eddie’s throat. The tiger opened his mouth to say something, and the voice that came out wasn’t his own. Not at first. He sounded just like a woman in both pitch and resonance, to the point it startled him. But then, it was as if a switch was flipped in his mind, the very last change he’d go through; his identity changed.

One moment, he thought of himself as a man in a suddenly unfamiliar body. Then, with just a blink of his eyes, all that was different. She was a woman, wasn’t she? Had she ever been anything else? The memories of her life as a male felt faded, unimportant. There was no deeper philosophical thought at that moment, not with how horny she was, how her pussy clenched wetly at the sight of the horse’s cock. A trickle of her juices seeped over her clit, but now, the sensation was familiar rather than alien and left her feeling delightfully lewd. Fantasies of the horse’s cock sliding into that fertile slit between her legs filled Eddie’s mind and left her squirming even harder, whimpering and moaning as she rubbed her slit against the seat’s firm leather.

“Not a lot of resistance there,” Client smugly observed. “Told you that you wanted it, didn’t I? Though, I have to admit, I think you wanted it more than I thought you would.”

He reached to squeeze one of the tiger’s heavy breasts roughly, and a trickle of milk leaked out over his hand. He held the hand to Eddie’s snout, and she obediently licked, tasting her own sweet, warm bounty on him.

“You’re so eager to get knocked up that you’re already lactating. Isn’t that amazing?” he asked. “The drugs do tend to do that, with everyone who gets transformed ending up pregnant not soon after. They’re always too horny to resist getting fucked. And you are too, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Eddie whimpered quietly. She did want it. She wanted to get fucked and have her womb filled with cum. If she got pregnant, she’d worry about it later. Or maybe she wouldn’t worry. Maybe it’d be just as good as her growing heat suggested.

Clint wasn’t satisfied with that. He wanted the tigress to beg for his seed. And so, he kept teasing her. He knelt in front of her and traced a finger over her nipple.

“You don’t just want to get fucked, do you? You want to get knocked up like a good girl,” he murmured. “You’re already leaking milk. But if you really got bred, there’d be so much more. Your breasts would swell a few more cup sizes, and these little pink teats would darken…”

Eddie shivered. As much as she needed a cock inside her, the pregnancy was another thing. Maybe if it just happened, it’d be alright. But she couldn’t actively beg for it.

“What else would happen? Your belly would swell,” the horse continued. One hand remained on Eddie’s nipples, squeezing and milking them, making sure to leave the tigress’ fur matted with her own milk. But the other hand reached out to stroke over her belly in such a gentle, sensual touch that it was almost too much to bear. “You’d look so adorable, so proud with your belly fat with a stranger’s foal. And since you don’t have a partner, everyone would know you’re an eager slut too, not caring about protection at all.”

Eddie didn’t know it, but the drugs had left her mind very impressionable. After all, only moments before, she had thought of herself as a man. Thanks to that, every teasing remark the horse made seared itself into her mind, and with each passing moment they felt more like her own thoughts, effectively reprogramming her fantasies and desires.

The horse twisted one of her nipples, the mixture of pleasure and pain nearly making her see stars. “That’s why you came to me, after all. You’ve always wanted to be a mother. And now you will be. Turn around. Get on your back and present yourself. Tell me how much you need my cum inside you, girl.”

Did she? Fantasizing about it felt exquisite, but there was a moment of confusion as her mind tried to hold three contradictory positions at once; one, the fading part of her that could still remember being male, if only as an abstract concept. Two, the feminine identity that had replaced the first and desperately wanted to get fucked, but not necessarily actively get knocked up. And then there was the third; the ideas planted into her subservient mind by the handsome, studly horse. The one that was screaming at her to beg, that was making her pussy leak like a faucet, that relished the sensation of the horse’s fingers on her nipples, milking her like a broodmare.

“I d-don’t know, do I… I don’t know,” Eddie managed to stutter, if only barely. It felt terrible to say, as if she was letting someone down. But her mind hadn’t yet settled on what her new, female self really wanted.

Clint sighed, but it wasn’t with any real disappointment. He enjoyed breaking those he tested the drugs on, and while the cat hadn’t offered much resistance so far, this last part proved more challenging. Evidently, Eddie – they’d have to think of a new name for her, but for now, Eddie would be fine – hadn’t wanted kids before. But she would, soon.

Without another word, he knelt once again and took one of Eddie’s leaking nipples into his mouth, lapping over the bumpy areola and flicking this tongue over the teat itself, suckling on her breast gently but firmly, in a way that his fifty or so years of life had taught him drove almost every woman wild.

And it did. Eddie’s breath seized and her body tensed up; the feeling of warm lips and a wet tongue on her breast was breathtaking. She could think of nothing else while he did it, and that single moment was enough to convince her. She wanted to lactate and ideally never stop, to have big milky tits that her lovers and kittens could both nurse from, and to do that she needed him to-

“-breed me!” Eddie moaned breathlessly.

“That’s more like it,” Clint grinned. “I guess some of you sluts just really need a bit of fatherly guidance to help you understand your own needs.”

He stood up again, though not before pressing his lips to Eddie’s and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, letting her once again taste her own milk on his lips. The milk that she’d soon be producing so much more of, once he gave her his blessing to do so by emptying those balls deep into her desperately fertile cunt.

Finally, he straightened himself out and looked at the tigress, who was still pleading, feverishly begging for him to continue, though most of the sounds she made were just babble without any real meaning.

“Now, get on your back,” the horse commanded, his voice and will both like iron. “And present yourself.”

He was right. She did need it! She had always wanted to get pregnant, but just hadn’t found a suitably strong male to put her body to use, yet. Her own mind filled in those blanks, justifying why the thoughts were her own and why she had never been bred yet. The false desires and memories quickly became reality, and so, Eddie slowly turned around until she was on her back on top of the bench, her legs naturally spread to steady herself and her dripping pussy and generous breasts on full, inviting display.

“That’s better,” Clint grunted, his cock readily growing hard again. He rubbed the tip against Eddie’s leaking entrance, putting on just enough pressure to let her feel him properly, but not enough to sink into her. He wanted to savor this moment; breaking in a new mare was a wonderful, sexy delight. Especially if the mare was new to being one. “Now, what do you want?”

Eddie’s thoughts were racing, but now, there was no resistance left in her. The feeling, like a promise, of Clint’s cock – his bare, dangerous cock that’d do its duty of pumping his undoubtedly virile seed deep into her – rubbing against her like this was simply too much, especially with what felt like every atom of being cheering for him, wanting everything that had to offer. Consequences be damned, or even welcoming them.

“Breed me!” she choked. “Make me a mother!”

“Finally. Took you a while to realize what that slutty body of yours needs,” Clint laughed, and then, he thrust. Though he was big – and felt even bigger against the tiger’s virgin cunt – she was so wet that his cockhead popped into her almost effortlessly, her body loosening up and stretching for him, perfectly conforming to his shape and size.

There was a surge of pleasure. At first, Eddie couldn’t understand exactly what part of herself was hugging the horse’s cock, never having experienced what having those inner muscles felt like, but in another split second, it began to feel perfectly natural. And better yet, it felt good. It felt affirming. This was her place, on her back with her legs spread and her fertile cunt stretched by a massive, potent cock, with no protection between them. Just as nature intended.

She moaned out, clutching the seat so firmly that her claws dug into the leather. Clint didn’t mind; he could afford a new one, and as long as the tigress kept clenching like that, it was entirely worth it.

He began to fuck her properly, sliding his equine cock all the way into her, and then out again, making sure every inch of him was covered in her juices before working himself into a steady pace that’d soon result in Eddie’s inevitable impregnation.

“There you go. How’s that feel, first time taking daddy’s cock like that?” he groaned. It was a little self-indulgent, but by now, the tiger was like putty in his hands; whatever he said, she’d agree with and even love it if she got the promised, deep injection of his belly-swelling cum.

Without missing a beat, Eddie once again begged her “daddy” to knock her up. Of course he was her daddy, turning his daughter into a broodmare just like she had always wanted! There was no more distinction between old memories and the new ones; everything was true and everything was wonderful, especially the way Clint’s cock throbbed inside her when she said those beautiful words, straining and jerking against her clutching, silken walls.

Clint looked down to where his rather hefty cock split the cat open. He grinned with satisfaction. While he was starting to grey, he obviously had enough left in him to make a thirty-something girl see stars. Well, with some carefully developed pharmaceuticals, he did. “Mmh. Yeah. Now just lay still and moan for me, let daddy do all the work,” he told her, continuing that steady rhythm, though sharpening each thrust a little so that his balls would slap against the tiger’s ass each time, following a rather natural rhythm.

She was really milking him. That wasn’t really much of a problem, though; drugged and dazed as Eddie was, she wouldn’t care if he didn’t take long, and besides, after this round she’d let him fuck her whenever he wanted. If they ever met again, anyway. If not, there’s always be more half-willing test subjects. They all just needed a little encouragement to embrace their true selves.

Eddie, for her part, could only moan in ecstasy as the horse plunged his cock into her depths over and over again. She had forgotten – or so she justified it, at least – how good it felt to have a thick, bare cock filling her like this, thrusting so deep that it felt like it filled half her body. Each time he throbbed, she hoped it was his orgasm, finally putting her body to proper use the way that so many younger men had failed to.

Everything was just wet, white-hot ecstasy at that point. She wanted it so badly that she could barely breathe. With every thump of Clint’s cock into her depths, she wanted it more than anything. She needed to feel those heavy balls empty their wonderful cargo into her, all over her cervix, into her womb, and she could think of nothing else but that and the resulting pregnancy. Oh, she’d be so proud of her swollen tits and belly. She’d dress like a slut just to make sure everyone saw every inch of her like that, leaving no doubt about her condition!

And so, when the horse actually reached his peak, it was like heaven, though a much more carnal heaven than the one people talked about. Eddie felt him swell up, and some part of her instinctively knew that this was exactly when it happened. She braced herself, willing her body to relax and take in as much of his seed as possible so it could gangbang her eggs into submission.

“Fuck me pregnant, daddy,” she panted. “Fill my pussy!”

There was nothing embarrassing about anything she said anymore, only pure need. So, when Clint grunted with approval and thrust himself as deep into Eddie’s welcoming body as he could go, she moaned in turn. Then he throbbed hard, his cockhead flaring and digging into the most sensitive spots inside her, and she came.

It was beautiful and dissolute. Unlike any orgasm that she could remember, it was like a radiant, twitching glow that engulfed all of her. And then it intensified tenfold when she felt the cock inside her bulge, followed by a splash of tingling heat deep in her core. She yowled like the cat in heat that she was, a primal expression of pure need, clawing at the seat as she tried to remain there and push herself more deeply on Clint’s fatherly cock.

“Take… your… foal,” Clint growled.

He was seeding her. Pumping his cum into her. Breeding her! Yes, yes, yes! Eddie squirmed, grinding and clenching around him, still in the throes of her own orgasm as she pushed herself back against the horse’s cock with each pulse of virile heat, welcoming it into her. She wanted to be pregnant. She wanted to always be pregnant. With the horse, or if not, then any male who would grant her that gift!

Eventually their orgasms ebbed. She felt so very full. One final sensation that was initially unfamiliar, but then she realized that she had always liked that wet, warm, and sticky feeling of being full of cum. A real man’s cum.

She couldn’t feel it, of course, but she knew that somewhere, deep inside her, his swimmers were already racing up her tubes, finding the eggs released by her ovulating body, and that she’d be pregnant before the end of the night. Eddie welcomed that, and her newfound stud approved, though he kept his cock inside her to plug her up a little longer while grabbing a notebook to write down his observations.

It was important to keep notes on who the drugs worked on and who they didn’t, along with how much encouragement each subject needed. For Eddie, he wrote easy. And that was, really, the truth. Just like he had promised the bartender, he hadn’t done anything that the tiger didn’t want him to. Of course, the medicine he had administered had left her a little more pliable, but didn’t the world always need more slutty, eager girls? Really, as the older horse saw it, he was doing everyone a service while earning his salary.

Granted, she’d be a little late for her business meeting. But at least he’d help her get there. Dressed in the shortest pencil skirt he could find, and something else far more befitting of a horny little minx like herself than a suit. It was the least he could do.

And if his conditioning had really taken root, she might end up earning a raise of her own by giving those business partners a little stress relief while ensuring that she was well and truly pregnant.