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"Well, Miss Belle, thank you, the doctor will be here shortly and we'll get you processed." The perky little cat leaned over to take the clipboard and papers from the filly-fox's hands and gave her a flirtatious smile.

It would have meant more if the cat wasn't flirting with everyone that came in, but it still made her dimple a smile as she stepped away from the counter and went back to one of the many seats in the waiting room. It wasn't that different from many doctor's offices that she had been in her time, there were the normal neutral colored seats, old magazines spread out on the coffee table, plants that were obviously fake and needed to be dusted. There was even muzak being pumped into the room as she settled down with a flick of her soft pink tail and wiggled back into the seat. The only real concession to it being a normal waiting room, was the fact there was a massive window set in the far wall that looked out onto the farm grounds and the grazing horses found there. Some of them were cropping grass, some of them were walking along the fence line with their tails twitching.

The Atlantic Institute was one of the only places in the country that offered surrogate services for everything from normal people to animals. Most of their money came from what she was doing, normal people who would come in and offer to carry children for women that couldn't go through with it. The clients would pay large sums of money for surrogates, both to her personally and to the company. Some people still preferred to use family members or friends, but the world had gone sue crazy as of late. They had begun to have surrogates try and argue for their right to keep the child, backing out of contracts or suing the biological parents for psychological damage at having to give up a child. The more often it happened, the more people sought out places like the Institute. Although, their true passion wasn't found in their clients, it was found in the pasture outside of the window.

They were one of the up and coming clinics that were devoting research into having animals carry surrogates, specifically, endangered ones. The money they received from their anthro clients went into their research that was just starting on animal reproduction that would allow for cross species carriages. That was interesting enough that she had often read up on their new developments, though they had yet to actually obtain any rights to working with animals that were nearly extinct, they were making headway into groundbreaking new research. It mostly interested her since she was a hybrid, and she was always fascinated by the way things occurred naturally, as well as medically. She was a natural hybrid, one of a small group in the country at the moment, unnatural hybrids were more common. They were the ones that went to places like this so a couple could have children.

The fillyfox twitched her ears back against her pale pink mane and continued to watch the horses as they grazed about without a care in the world. It would have been easier if she had been a hybrid of two herbivores, or carnivores, she wouldn't have gotten so many sideways looks. The fact she blended fox and miniature horse together made people uneasy, despite the fact she was entirely natural. They treated her strangely, making getting a job, or even trying to make ends meet more and more difficult despite the fact she had completed a four year degree and felt she was qualified. Which had brought her here, being a hybrid was an asset here as there was the assumption that she could carry either horse or fox offspring making her more versatile for the purebreds, or ideal for those that wanted to have hybrid children. Or so she'd been told.

"Ma'am? Dr. Tecla will see you now." The feline purred to get her attention, bringing Belle's head up a touch. "You go straight on back, darlin', first door to the right."

"Oh, th-thank you." Belle stood up with her tail twitching behind her, aware of a few strange looks given to her once she stood. It was her tail, it had always been her tail that gave her away.

Instead of the soft fuzzy tail of a vulpine, she was graced with a thick glossy spill of pink hair that made up a horse's tail. It danced back and forth against her rump cheeks as she padded out of the waiting room and hesitantly stepped past the great swinging doors into the doctor's office proper. Like every other office it had that faux-homey sense that came with fake plants, grey carpet and friendly pictures slapped onto the walls. Most of them were of families, children on their parents knees, all of them fake smiling for the camera or tumbling together as if in the midst of play. She ignored most of them as she looked around nervously and found a door that was open on her right that she could slip into. It was plastered with pictures of fake families as well, and a chair that was all too familiar to her.

No nurse followed behind her, so Belle closed the door and quickly stripped out of her clothes, trying her best to make sure to hurry in case someone came in. She shivered in the chill room before picking up the paper gown to wriggle into, not quite enough to keep her warm, but it was at least a barrier to keep her comfortable. She folded her clothing neatly to one side and placed it out of the way before rubbing one of her arms. She still wasn't sure about this, but she was somewhat excited. This would be an easy paycheck, the first would be for her expenses in the first trimester outside of the institute, and the rest would be tucked away as she was cared for here. A full year's salary just to carry someone's child for nine months. It was certainly the easiest job ever. She was still mulling her thoughts about before there was a light rapping on the door and it swung open.

"Belle! How lovely to see you again!" A surprisingly pleasant deep voice preceded the zorse that stepped into the room holding a clipboard. "I saw you were penciled in for today, a last minute deal, hmm?"

The doctor was quite large, his white head nearly brushing the door as he carefully closed it behind him and gave her a broad smile. Dr. Connor Tecla was one of the most striking males that she had ever seen, and she always felt a bit flustered when presented with his calm amiable features. His father had been a gypsy vanner, but his mother was a pure zebra, and the result was a piebald stallion, but instead of broad black patches, they were striped. There was a splash on his neck, and a slight cap on his ear, sending stripes running down the thick forelock that perpetually fell into his eyes. His wrists were bare, freshly shaved down to avoid the thick spill of feathering that should have been there, and she kept her eyes on them to not start flushing as he approached her.

"You said that I should keep an eye on my dates, and I was careful." She fidgeted slightly while he motioned her towards the padded chair. "I took the test yesterday."

"Well, I hope you won't mind if we do another quick test." Dr. Tecla offered her a broad arm to help her into the tall chair, making her feel even smaller as her hand almost looked like a child compared to his forearm. "We want to make sure you're ovulating before we do anything else. Now, we want to do a procedure that will have two parts."

She settled into the padded chair, shifting the paper gown with a crinkle as the stallion moved to help her legs up to settle into the padded stirrups. There was no dignity in this position, it splayed her legs open embarrassingly wide, but the paper gown was dropped down between her legs to keep her heat swollen folds hidden from sight for now.

"The first part will be what we've agreed upon, we have female that is unable to conceive due to a hysterectomy and she and her partner want to use his sperm and your ova to have a child with. I understand that you were given the forms to fill out?" Tecla tilted his head to one side curiously as Belle flushed a bit.

"I'm not purebred, I hope that they saw that?" The paperwork had been a full twenty eight pages that she had painstakingly filled out on her history, her family's history, anything and everything. "I read the contract, but I don't want to mislead them."

"Oh no miss!" The stallion gave a strange barking laugh that he always gave, the zebra heritage showing through. "They're fine with that. They're actually a mix matched couple, Ms. Doe is a wolf and her husband is a miniature horse, so your mix is ideal for them to raise a child that will have two differing traits."

"Oh.." Belle twitched her ears back a little as the doctor started to mark down on the note sheet. "I guess I hadn't thought of that."

"Now, the second part will be donating several of your ova to us for future use as agreed upon. I understand that now won't be that time." Tecla gave an easy going smile. "Today we're going to attempt a more natural insemination before we resort to extracting your ova, do you understand?"

"Natural?" She watched the zorse walk to the door and part it just enough to slip the clipboard into the holder outside of it. "You don't mean that he's gonna..."

"No! Mercy no, Belle! That's illegal!" Tecla gave her an amused look before coming back to slip on a pair of bright blue latex gloves, rolling the material down over the backs of his hands and over his thick fingers. "I mean we have some of his semen saved and the nurse will bring it in, with the aid of a tube we'll be injecting it directly into your womb. I prefer less invasive procedures at first, forcing things to come together seems to give us inferior offspring. That's why I had you keep an eye on your ovulation."

"Oh, I guess that's alright then." Belle settled back down again, as the doctor seated himself on a rolling stool and swung around towards her, moving up so that he could push the paper gown upwards and over her knees neatly.

Her blush came back in a hot rush as she felt the cool air on her mound and knew the zorse was looking at her. It wasn't just embarrassment, it was a rather naughty sensation of arousal at having the male see her in this state. It was that thought that brought the heat rushing to her head and ears as he coaxed her legs apart and carefully used a finger to part her outer lips. The touch was enough to startle a squeak from her, making her stifle it as her folds were spread open and a finger moved between them. The first time he had done this she hadn't been in heat, it had still be sensual, but certainly not like this. Her silken skin was swollen with her season, drawn taut and the feel of a finger lightly touching her opening drew an instinctive tension in her muscles, pulsing them and trying to flex them. The doctor didn't say anything, but the finger left, only to return with a sudden spill of cold wetness that made her yelp out in shock.

"My apologies, miss, I should have warmed it a bit." Tecla murmured, his voice soothing and warm before his finger began to rub back and forth against her inner folds. The curling touch pushed forward just firmly enough she felt the tip nudging against her opening again, but this time there was pressure behind it.

He was a big stallion, just a shade smaller than a draft horse, and his body was completely in proportion to itself. The thick finger pushed forward and started to spread her open, prying her inner walls open wider by the moment so she felt the ripples that naturally ran through her. She wrapped around him, pulling her ears back tight to her head to keep herself from making any sound that would indicate that the gentle stroke of his finger inside of her wasn't an intrusion at all. She tried to stare at the ceiling, studying the holes as the gentle caress pushed inwards, the lubricant being guided in with him as she gave a sudden twitch upwards, just a bare movement that she stopped before it could go much further. His finger didn't go far, though, certainly not as far as she wanted it to go. She wanted to feel him plunging into her, at least her body did, but he stopped after a few moments and withdrew.

When the touch returned, it was with warmed metal that pushed against her lips and began to press inwards making her ball her fingers up into fists at the feel of the speculum sliding inside of her. She licked her lips after a few moments, her tongue flashing out and disappearing as inch by inch it pressed in before the handle was nearly resting against the curve of her asscheeks. Only then did he stop and began to squeeze the handle so that it began to steadily click open and pry apart her rippling muscles. It felt wrong, part of her more instinctive mind knew what she should be feeling when it came to this, a sudden surge of a shaft plunging into her body was what should have happened. She knew that, intimately, but that isn't what happened.

Every click spread her apart wider and wider, spreading her and forcing the walls to strain open so that she moved her fingers down to grip the edges of the chair. Her cheeks flushed hotly as her walls tried to clamp down around the smooth metal and caressed along the sensitive swollen flesh. Her breathing came out in short bursts while she felt the strokes pushing inwards a bit deeper as the handle was nudged more firmly along her spread folds to make sure it was seated deeply inside of her. Her flushed ears tipped backwards while she began to clench a bit more tightly around the thing. Contracting and caressing to try and milk around it as she arched her back slightly and forced herself to hold still.

Another click and she opened up further, feeling the strain of her passage protesting as she was spread beyond what a male would spread her. She bit her lower lip, biting off a little sound, she didn't want to embarrass herself, but it was hard when there was a mingling of discomfort from her stretched passage, but there was also a strange thrill of pleasure as she was stroked and caressed so intimately. It made her puff out hotly, her eyes squeezing entirely shut when she rocked her hips up higher in the air and stopped them mid press. The scent of the stallion just made it a bit worse, it was so terribly natural to have that scent about while she was on the table like this.

Belle barely heard the door opening, it was just a soft brush of sound that was in the distance as she fought the urge to enjoy what was happening to her. She moved her fingers back and clutched the head rest of the chair when there was a clattering noise and the stallion murmured something. Her ears flicked up and she turned a deep dark red as she noticed a slight looking goat holding something in her gloved hands and standing to one side of the table. The nurse must have slipped in when she was concentrating on the feel of the speculum holding her open and the scent of the stallion.

"Is that FF-35988?" The doctor glanced at the tube and nodded his head. "Alright, I want you to insert into the syringe, the small if you will."

"Of course." The goat gave a little bob of her head before glancing over at the fillyfox, her eyes were a bit wide for some reason and that just made Belle stop herself from squirming in place. She knew how exposed she was.

"Now, Belle, we're not going to just soak you and hope." Tecla looked up and smiled at her reassuringly as the small dark goat moved to one side. "I'm going to use a syringe that has a very narrow tip, we'll actually partially spread your cervical opening to ensure that the seed will go where needed, alright?"

"Alright." She gave a shivering nod of her head while she saw the device being loaded up. The creamy white stuff filled a test tube that was almost dauntingly large. How many times had the male donated to fill it? "Th-that's an awful lot."

"We want to make sure that we've got enough." The doctor reached back and took the syringe from the nurse. "And some extra. You can use the head phones if you like, Belle, this won't take long though."

The device was stainless steel with only the glass of the tube showing at the top, the very tip of it was slender and ended in a nearly blunt looking needle that sent a shock through her. She bite her lip a little bit as the length of it was a bit daunting, but at least it wasn't thick. She just wished that it didn't look so very much like a needle. She moved her eyes away as the stallion moved his hand up to rest against her belly and curled his fingers there lightly, the tips brushing in a circle before there was a brush against her forcibly spread folds. She fought the urge to pull away after seeing what it looked like, instead she relaxed, letting out a shivering breath as the syringe slipped into her.

It was an odd sensation being held open so wide, her walls clamped down and squeezed automatically as the syringe gently pushed forward deeper inside of her, barely felt except when it moved too far in one direction. But that didn't last for long, it soon pushed forward deep enough that she felt the tip of it brushing right up against her deepest barrier, nudging along the spongy flesh so she sucked in a breath. Her stomach cramped in protest before he carefully adjusted and pushed it down a bit lower so that it pressed forward a hair, nudging against the taut opening that led to her fertile inner body. She nearly pulled away as he gave the first push forward, nudging and spreading the flesh open wider.

"AAA!" The cry burst out of her as the pressure grew and started to yawn open so wide that she clenched down automatically.

"Easy... easy..." The voice was deep and soothing as his fingers curled against her belly and the thin tip began to push in deeper.

Places stretched that made her yip out in short whimpers as she felt herself cramping up in reaction, her heat ridden body not meant to be used this fashion. She sucked down a breath and blew it out as her cervix was spread open tightly around the needle. The fingers curled against her belly again, tightening slightly as her breathing came out a bit faster before there was a sudden hiss and she nearly scrambled backwards. There was a warm rush that pushed inside of her, spilling through her lower belly as she opened her eyes and looked down with her ears flicked back. She could see the tube being depressed, the rush of thick creamy seed being pushed into her and spreading deep.

At first it was just warmth, a steady feel of it that seemed to make her body tingle slightly before it began to intensify. It was all being pushed into her womb, the narrow needle secured her cervix open, but also stopped it from spilling back out again so that it rapidly began to fill her beyond her capacity. The pressure grew by the moment as he continued to fill her, making her pull back slightly in the seat as she felt her skin starting to stretch slightly as her body was being forced to adjust to the cum. Her whimper broke out, high pitched and rising upwards as the fingers on her belly gave a gentle push that made her feel as if she was about to be over filled to the point she couldn't take anymore without exploding. She bit her lower lip and tried to stop another quivering whimper.

"There we go, alright, easy now..." Tecla moved his hands down and pulled lightly, pushing at a button right at the side of the chair. "Just breathe."

"Too much.." She yipped softly as the chair tilted backwards suddenly, lowering her head by six inches and tipping her hips up into the air. As she was moved the syringe pulled backwards and slipped from her overfull cervix, some of the warmth trickling out of the narrow opening.

"We're done, just relax." The stallion's fingers moved away from her stomach and he grinned down at her. "You alright?"

"Yes.. just kinda over full." She admitted with a flush, earning her a barking laugh from the zorse.

"Well, there are headphones right there, now I want you to listen to some nice soothing music or you can have Ellen here get you a book to read, and just relax. We want to keep you like this for a bit before discharging you for the day." He stood up with a flick of his broad ears up on his head. "That full feeling will fade away soon enough. You did very good, my dear. Here's to hoping that you'll soon be checking into our Institute to stay until the birth!"

The fillyfox managed a trembling smile as she nodded her head up and down. No turning back now.

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The glow of the computer screen made the stallion twitch his ears back slightly as his eyes started to ache as he looked over the files he was opening and closing. The day's files were opened up on the screen so he could sign off on them, update them with visits and findings as well as ensuring that active surrogates were keeping up with their appointments and calls. It was dreary work that he loathed so he always saved it for the end of the week when he was sore and tired and wanted to rest. It was wearing on him splitting his time between the money making surrogacy program and his passion for animals. He had begun to think that he would have to final hire on more help so he could enjoy his time in the stables instead of working with people as he had lately. He was rapidly getting burnt out by the tedium.

Charity Ronels, pregnant, first trimester... Morning sickness severe, schedule a check up for the start of the week. Species wolf, offspring husky. He made a few notations from the visit, checking the file placed on the desk.

They were all like that, most went fine, the days when this had become touch and go were rapidly disappearing. There were a few hard cases that always got his ears up, but most of them weren't as challenging as they used to be. Still, these were what made him able to keep the Institute up and going with enough funding to take care of his passion. He did most of his work with his mind half drifting towards what he had planned for the next day and what pairings he was arranging to give the best chances of success. The names of his paying clients drifted from one to the other, not quite registering as he made notations and arranged for future visits or calls, amending time tables for when they would be taken into the clinic and monitored. Each one was very like the one before, each one a new hope or dream for a prospective family, each one the end to a long battle.

He tried to fix his attention on what he was doing as he flipped open another case file and glanced over it. Falabella-Fox hybrid, baring similar offspring for the parents. The notations of the parents sign offs were in the form, he glanced over them before checking on the commentary left by his staff. He paused as he looked over the list and focused on the calls that had been coming with increased frequency with notations about her worries of gaining so much weight so swiftly. She had called with concerns on if things were going as they should have been, notations that she would like to come in to be seen. He almost dismissed the notations as a new surrogate being overly paranoid, but he was too much of a perfectionist to let a possible issue slide past him. He settled down and began to spread out her paper work, pushing the genetic parents to one side, noting the additions to the father's list. Father's sperm, surrogate's egg so it was a little more of an adoption than simply bearing their offspring.

He went through the details carefully, using a highlighter to circle a few health concerns that he might address with her, not that Belle wasn't in excellent health, all their surrogates were tested and referenced when they signed up. As he went over the file in closer detail, marking off complaints and issues on the messages left, he paused as he went to the records list of the insemination visit. He had to struggle to read his own hastily scrawled writing, once more promising himself that he would take more time to write clearly when he was at work. The label from the vial was stuck on the page as he checked the numbers automatically, but his eyes paused when he reached the last ones and looked to the heading of the file. There was an 8 where a 3 should have been, plainly right there in front of his eyes.

Damn and blast it all! He almost cursed before bringing his computer up with a tap, his ears flicking back on his head. If we gave her the wrong semen, she had four potential parents after her, perhaps we can simply move up another set in the line, we'll have to offer reparations to the current family...

He went through the line of names, bringing up the F-F code and searching down towards Falabella-Fox designation. They had had a few couples that wanted her to carry, so they had labeled what they had for her in case one of the clients had fallen through. He just had to figure out who's offspring she was carrying and begin damage control, just how he wanted to spend his night. He went through the line of numbers, searching for FF-35988. He went from the top of her code list all the way down to the bottom, but nothing matched up to the numbers he had. His ears flicked flat back to his head before he brought up the search bar, typing in the five digit number to bring up a list of all designations under it. As he looked down the list he stopped as he saw FrF-85988.

Tecla's ears quivered a little as he glanced at the file, the two FF's too far apart, just a bit too far apart where an r must have either failed to print or been scraped off when it had been stored. That tiny little r, so inconsequential, so innocent until he clicked on it to bring up the entire profile. It wasn't in the system for an anthro, it wasn't even a consideration, it was set aside for an experimental side of the institute that bred animals. Friesian Four-Legged 35988, one of their stallions that was entered into the program, to be used on mares. Not on an anthro, never on an anthro, he pushed backwards and felt the world go out from under him. They had inseminated her with a feral horse's semen, not a donors. It had obviously taken, she had been calling with the fact she was growing every day.

All it would take would be one complaint made to the government about what they were doing and all of his dreams would shatter and fall apart. There would be no hope for him, no chance to go back and change things. Belle would stand to make a fortune off of sueing them and that would open up a world of lawsuits. How many people would demand a chunk of the change? They would have their own complaints, it would be a scandal that might destroy his dreams. She could destroy it all with a simple word, and there was nothing he could do. It was an outrage, a crime, anthros were not allowed to breed with animals, it was against the law. He moved his hands up to run his fingers through his mane, pushing the long hairs down along the line of his neck. It was all over, a simple mistake had crumbled his dreams to dust.

_I could pay her off, we could abort the offspring and give her enough money to keep her silent._He flinched at the idea and drummed his fingers against the top of the desk.

Still, that didn't mean that she wouldn't later try to stir the waters again, and... Some part of him was already trying to figure out what the resulting mix would create between the little anthro and a four legged horse. He had often researched offspring between two species', even between feral and intelligent, though that research was produced in the early 1800s and no longer quite applicable. In those days the offspring had been sold as freaks, not studied, and now a days such instance were aborted before they even came close to full term. It was..... interesting. Something that brought his ears up the way the rest of the surrogates didn't. It had been a long time since he had been interested in a birth in this way. So many unknowns that he could record and study...

But to do that would require Belle to be under his thumb, she couldn't go to the courts, she couldn't get this out to the general public. She would have to trust him, to have something at stake here other than what she was already being paid. He ran his fingers along her file, staring down at it broodingly. She had something to use against him, something that could destroy his reputation, but how hard would it be to have something that he could hold above her head. He needed her to cooperate, he had to trust that she would be quiet above and beyond the money. A smile tugged the edges of his thick lips as he tapped a finger at the bottom of her picture. There were many ways to ensure silence, many ways to examine her... With the smile growing he penciled in a notation to have her check into the clinic a few weeks early and as the last appointment. He would need time to get things set up perfectly.

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Belle waddled into the exam room with a nervous smile as the short lynx gave her a little bit of a bob in greeting and gestured with one of her hand paws. The filly fox glanced around and moved over to the wall to flip the light on so that it wasn't so dark, she always hated when they had low lights in the exam rooms, it made them look dank to her. Dr. Tecla had told her that it was designed to make the room look homey and non threatening, but she just had to disagree with him. She moved about and found a small chair that she could settle into, her paws protesting standing for as long as she had been already. She'd never imagined that carrying someone's child would be this demanding so early on, she was only ending her first trimester, but she felt as if she were about to pop already. Her belly was swollen taut, the skin tightened beneath the loose blouse she'd picked up.

She had been worried, at first, with the way that she had begun to show so swiftly. She had called the office immediately, but Dr. Tecla had been reassuring, telling her that she was progressing normally and that her small body was likely the reason that she was showing already. He had assured her that she was showing every sign of pregnancy and she should come in for a check up soon. The little hybrid reached down to stroke her belly ruefully, she wasn't sure how normal this was. She shouldn't be showing this much already. She had been looking at pictures online, trying to track the changes. At least after today she would be safely in the hands of the Institute, they would be monitoring her as she progressed and she wouldn't have to worry about something going wrong. They took amazing care of the surrogates after all.

A tap on the door made her give a little bit of a leap up from the chair before the zorse walked into the room, his dark lips spread in a smile of greeting. Though the leap was awkward around her rounded belly, everything was awkward when moving around with a belly that looked as if she had swallowed a basketball. Tecla immediately turned his head to smile at her and stepped through the door with a swish of his tail. She flushed a little bit at the warmth in his eyes as he carefully slid the door behind him so that it closed and he flicked his ears up high. His normal friendly features showed a slight hint of strain around the edges as he set aside a file on top of the cabinet to one side.

"Ahh Miss Belle, it truly is a pleasure." His warm rich voice made her relax, despite the hint of tension that remained at the edges of his eyes. "I hope you don't mind you were booked at the end of the evening, but our check-ins are best saved for the end of the day."

"I don't mind, I just hope that you aren't missing anything." She gave a little smile as he flipped open her chart and glanced over it. "I'm kinda happy that I'm able to check in a little early. I'm nervous about all of this."

"Mmhmm, I can just bet you are." Tecla made a notation on the chart and gave his tail a flick behind him. "I think most of our new surrogates get nervous, but it's better to have them here where we can keep an eye on things just in case. Wouldn't want to be wrong. Now, please disrobe and get in the chair, if you would."

"D-disrobe?" She flushed hotly and glanced down at herself. She looked around for the paper gown that was normally on the edge of the leather chair. "I can do that."

"Don't worry about the gown." Tecla gave an easy going smile, his eyes mild looking over the bridge of his striped muzzle. "You're the last visit for today so no one will intrude and I want to see how you're carrying."

"O-Oh, okay..." She flushed hotter and glanced at the closed door. Normally she was placed in a gown before the exam, but perhaps it was different the later she was carrying.

She turned away from the doctor modestly, her ears flicking back as she wriggled out of her top and fought the urge to turn another shade of red as she slipped the loose silk over her head. The soft dark red lace bra was overfull with her breasts, she had been growing larger there as well despite the fact it was early in the pregnancy. It made her regret not getting something larger as she kept it on and moved her hands to the edge of her pants. The material was made for pregnant women so it was easy enough to wriggle her hips down lower, slipping them past the sweep of her ass the matching pair of panties. She flicked her soft thick tail down along the line of her ass cheeks to keep herself hidden as she stepped out of her pants and folded them neatly on one of the chairs, still keeping her back to the doctor.

The sound of his hooves brought her ears up briefly, the heat running higher towards the edge of her cheeks as he moved past her without even glancing at her. At least he was as professional as ever. He brought the exam chair down lower for her and offered an encouraging smile before he patted it with one broad hand. She moved her hands down and partially tried to cover herself though it was a losing battle with her large white furred belly. She just moved to the exam chair and turned about so she could slip onto it, a hand moved under her arm to help her as she struggled with her swollen belly. She still wasn't sure she should be showing this much this early in the term. She should have been still quite trim.

"Alright, now just relax." Tecla moved his hand up to pat her shoulder gently. "You were right to bring this up, I wasn't aware you were showing as much as you are right now."

"Is that bad?" She wanted the scrunch down as the large stallion moved to bring up the arms of the table that were meant for her legs.

"Not at all." The handsome zorse gave her another smile and moved his hands down to help push her backwards in the chair. "Now just relax, I need to remove your panties."

"Okay." She tried to give a smile, but the heat was rising higher in her face as the large hands reached up to cup either side of her hips.

He neatly caught the lacy material and pulled it downwards, making her arch her hips upwards as he stroked them down along the curve of her rump. It was an intimate caress, one that made her want to squirm as he drew it down along her upper thighs. He did it slowly, patiently waiting for her to lift her legs up as he pulled the material down towards her knees and let it caress over her calf. She bit her lip and kept her attention on the ceiling rather than on the way it felt to have them slipped along her ankles and pulled off so they could be set to one side. The air felt cool along her bared loins as she settled back down, her legs resting in the stirrups so that they were pushed up in the air and leaving her exposed to the equine.

"Alright, now I want to get a look at the little one." Tecla shifted up and cupped his large hand over her belly. "Often times, when it comes to hybrids, the infant will take more positively after one of the family members instead of the other. Especially when it comes to mixes such as yourself. You look very like a fox, you see."

"Well, yes, but I thought I was going to be carrying a pony-fox hybrid, at least that's what I've read." His hand curled along her belly before he reached out with his other arm and pulled a tray closer to him.

"Well, pony and subjective here, he could be a mixture of horse and that could mean carrying a child far larger than a fox kit." Tecla's voice was soothing as he picked up some blue goop from the tray and squirted it over her belly. It made her squeak out at the chill before his fingers moved to rub it into her fur. "So what I'll be doing is taking a look at your rate of growth with an ultrasound and we'll go from there, but I truly think this is a case of the infant taking after the fater."

"Oh, but why did my panties have to come off." She furrowed her brows a touch and pushed up on her elbows to look down at her round belly.

"Well, if it is what I suspect, we will have to begin some treatment for you, but I would rather wait to have it confirmed." He smiled broadly up at her, the very image of a confident doctor so she nodded her head.

Some small part of her enjoyed the position, having him so close, the warm scent of him on the air that had her nose twitch. He was very male, very handsome and it was hard not to be attracted to his calm confidence as he worked the lubricant all over her white furred belly. The monitor flicked on next, the black background offset with white lettering as it came online and he picked up a chunky looking wand. She'd seen ultrasounds done before and flicked her ears up curiously, distracting herself from the fact that the stallion was partially learning over her nude body to pull the screen in closer before the wand was run along her belly. The screen erupted into sepia tones and strange patterns that meant absolutely nothing to her. She studied them, hoping for some indication of what she was looking at, but all it was were shadows and light spots and the vague sense of movement.

The wand was run over her, trailing back and forth as it moved upwards and carefully made a pattern over her entire stomach. The striped face was studying the screen intently, his brows furrowed a little bit as he worked in a broad circle and continued to move towards the apex of her belly button. The touch was gentle, caressing against the fur and made her have to struggle not to make soft squeaking sounds in reaction. Instead, she tried to puzzle out what the shadows meant, they were all a blur to her, none of them looked like a baby to her. Not even when she squinted her eyes and tried to unfocus them like she would with a puzzle book. It was obvious something that Tecla understood, the stallion stopped the wand at a certain spot and reached over to press a button on the screen before moving the wand away again.

"Well, there is good news and bad news, Miss Belle." He turned his eyes towards her after he hung up the wand on the stand. "The bad news is that this won't be progressing as a normal pregnancy, the good news is that there is every reason to expect that you will have a healthy little foal."

"So it's too much like a horse foal?" She lifted her ears up, feeling cold filling her belly. "Wh-what will you have to do? A C-section?"

"Well we have a few options." He settled back on the stool and used a paper cloth to wipe up the lubricant. "We want to avoid a C-section, those are outdated and scarring and your body is far too lovely to give a scar. What we can do is allow things to proceed as they are now, watching you carefully throughout while we train your body to accommodate the birth. This is my recommendation, I think that with some training over the next few months you will be able to give birth quite easily. You are a perfect surrogate, in my opinion."

She flinched, the last thing she wanted to think about was a scar running along her stomach. "What sort of training does it involve?"

"Stretching, mostly. Your muscles have to become accustomed to being stretched slowly so that when it's time for the birth you won't be struggling or in undue pain." Tecla gave her leg a light pat. "Most of the stretching is quite pleasurable from my past experience."

"I mean, what do you use to stretch me?" She shifted uncomfortably at the term, the idea bringing unpleasant images to mind.

The stallion let out a braying laugh and tossed his head, standing up to move across the room. "Nothing so frightening and medical, we use a series of toys already available on the market for women. I promise, we try not to make it strange and uncomfortable."

The striped stallion pulled the open a drawer and drew out something from the depths that made her jerk backwards with the heat running along her muzzle and ears. She'd seen them on the internet and in adult shops dozens of times, a dildo in the shape of a fox shaft complete with a half swollen knot at the base. It was bright purple, not even realistic looking, comical even except it was being held by a doctor in the middle of his office. She opened her muzzled to say something and then snapped her mouth shut again, not sure what she could possibly say to the proposition. She moved up in the chair, moving her legs from the stirrups to drop them down beneath her.

"I guess I can use that," She tried not to stammer, her ears were burning, she felt light headed from embarrassment. She didn't want to admit she had used one before, this was already awkward enough.

"Well, I'm going to use it, I need to keep track of how well you adjust and how far you can stretch." He gave a small smile, not even looking flustered as he moved back to the chair and sat down. "Just relax, this is something that is built for your size, I have several more that we can move up to as you grow more comfortable."

"Is that... I mean... that's not really normal." She blinked at him as he picked up a tube of lubricant to begin to slather over the toy.

"We can, of course, go the C-section route, but you need to be supervised by a physician. If you aren't doing the exercises properly the birth could be quite problematic." He swished his tail back and forth along the back of the stool while he waited for her answer.

She didn't want to be cut open, even the thought of it gave her a spike of fear as she looked down at him. The stallion was coating the shaft in the glistening lube, seemingly unmoved as she waited for his answer. Was it really worth going under the knife to have the child if she could go an easier route now? And it wasn't as if it were anything painful she had to go through. The idea was almost pleasurable considering the handsome doctor that was sitting at the end of the chair. He had been doing this for well over a decade now, his experience was legendary in this field. He wouldn't recommend anything that wasn't perfectly safe.

"Alright," She tipped her ears to either side, her cheeks coloring slightly. "I'll take your word for it."

"Perfect." The tightness around his eyes relaxed as he stretched back and touched a hand to a knob on the wall. "Now lie back, I'm going to turn the lights down a little, I'd prefer to make this as relaxing for you as possible."

The lights turned down until there was just a faint glow in the room, but it still made her shift uncomfortably as he helped guide her legs back up into the stirrups. It wasn't like an exam where she knew everything he was doing to see how she was progressing or to artificially inseminate her, he was going to use a toy on her. He said it was necessary, but it still didn't feel like it was something medical, not even as she was leaned backwards and looked up at the ceiling. She fought not to squirm in place as she felt a brush of a finger along her folds, it was covered in slick lubricant that was stroked along the softness of her outer folds. She fought the urge to pull away as the finger curled inwards and brushed along her outer lips, caressing and nudging along her passage until she began to spread open for the digit. The slippery stuff was pushed inwards making her inner walls clench down in reaction, her eyes squeezed shut as he gently pushed in deeper.

It was a caressing touch rubbed through her, running along the silken inner walls. It wasn't an impersonal touch, he deliberately curled his fingers to run right along the patch of her g-spot, brushing back and forth so she let out a muffled noise and bit her lip harder. The pad of his finger curled and pushed in deeper, working the spread her walls open as she tried her best to keep herself in place. The slickness of the lube was pressed in ever deeper, worked around her until her own body began to respond to the touch, making her hips shift back and forth as her toes curled at the end of the stirrups. He seemed to know the sensitive spots in her passage, finding and teasing over them until her breathing began to come a little faster.

"Alright, now just let me know if it ever gets too much." Tecla's voice was a warm rumble as the finger pulled from her body, the pad brushing just along her clit so she shivered.

She didn't trust her voice, she just nodded her head up and down before his hand moved to press right along the swell of her stomach. He curled his fingers lightly, stroking before the slick tip of the toy nudged right up along her opening and pushed forward. The tip was relatively slender, slipping inwards before spreading open and stretching her walls open steadily. She fought to squirm as his hand pressed along her belly and the inches began to spread open wider and wider. Her inner walls quivered as her own slickness and the lubricant was pushed out around the edges as the smooth latex was pressed deeper and spreading her open. He pressed all the way in until the base nudged right up against her folds and pushed forward. The plump lips were pushed inwards as he began to press it forward.

She let out a whimper, her hips pushing up slightly as the powerful push began to spread the walls open wider and wider. Her outer lips were stretched in a taut O before he pulled backwards slowly, caressing the toy through her body before it was pushed forward again. The gentle strokes ran through her and made her let out a short puffing sound as she panted out and pulled her ears back flat to her head. As the next push wedged the knot right up against her folds again, spreading her open wider as the slickness was being pushed around the latex. The thickness pinned down right against her clit and rolled over it, making her squirm, her hips rising upwards before she could stop them. The doctor didn't stop her, he didn't admonish her, he only drew backwards again beginning to slowly thrust the toy in and out of her.

Each stroke made her shiver, the apex of the thrusts wedged the thick base into her body, pushing over her clit, caressing her and making her hips shiver slightly as she rocked upwards. Each thrust wedged it deeper, spreading her open until the snug ring was yawned open into a lewd O around the thickest portion before he pushed forward with a bit more force and Belle let out a high pitched yip. It sank into her, the thickness of it spreading her open as her inner walls clutched around the bulb and tried to lock around it as the toy turned within her passage. He slowly twisted it around, running and pulling through her body while she pushed up in the chair. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, fighting the urge to let out a moan as he pulled backwards and spread her open again.

The knot pulled free with a slick popping sound as he dragged backwards nearly to the point that the tip popped free before he worked back inwards again. The thrusts stroked through her, pushing over her inner passage and each time the knot pressed up against her before he drew backwards again, every now and again he pushed the knot back into her. Her muscles slowly started to adjust to the feel of the knot, the way that it pushed inwards, running along her clit to send a startling spike of pleasure through her before it pulled back outwards again. Her toes curled as she arched upwards and let out a short soft noise, unable to keep it in, feeling her body starting to warm up, her muscles tensing up.

Her ears folded back flat to her head as the toy was pushed back into her body, the knot sinking home so that she had to bite back a moan, her breathing coming in short shallow pants. As the knot sank home there was a sudden vibration that brought the toy to life, a thrumming that brought her back upwards and only the hand pressed against her swollen belly kept her seated in the chair. The base of the toy began to flare open, expanding wider and wider, stretching untrained muscles almost to the point that she was letting out high pitched noises. She clenched down around it, squeezing as it thrummed through her, stimulating her body to the point that she could barely stop the rush of pleasure. Her muscles tensed and relaxed as she leaned her head back and cried out, her walls tightening about the swelling knot as she came.

She uselessly milked the toy, squeezing and pulling around it as it continued the vibrations, holding her at that point of pleasure while her heart pounded in her ears. She couldn't think, couldn't stop, couldn't do anything except ride out the pleasure that made her hips rock upwards in short trembling thrusts. Her attempts to hold back her noises forgotten as she felt the broad fingers rubbing and stroking along her belly. Belle slowly came down, listening to the deep rumbling voice of her doctor as he caressed around her belly button, stroking along the fur until she tucked her chin down and licked her lips. Her cheeks burning in embarrassment as she met the eyes of the stallion watching her, his lips twitched back in amusement.

"Very good, Miss Belle," He rumbled and slowly moved his hand from her stomach.

"I'm sorry.." The words came out in a pant, she was entirely mortified she had just came down.

"There's no shame in enjoying yourself, Miss Belle." The stallion shifted the toy so she trembled as something was pressed, the vibrations came to a halt and slowly the knot began to soften and grow smaller. "It actually helps the process, we'll use this toy for a week and move on to the next size. By the time you're ready to give birth you won't be struggling at all."

"Okay.." She licked her lips, trying not to squirm as he slowly pulled the toy from her passage. "Whatever you think is best, sir."

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"Well you are doing quite well, Miss Belle." The warm amused voice of Dr. Tecla filled the room as the heavy bodied stallion walked in.

The filly fox perched on the edge of the exam chair with her ears already up and bobbing her head with a smile. He was only wearing a pair of dress pants and his lab coat at the moment, but she was slowly growing used to his casual ways and visits. She had an appointment with him every day, always the very last slot of the day well after most people had gone home from the office. He had been strict about the need to prepare her for the oncoming birth, wanting to slowly build her up to the point that the size of the foal wouldn't be an issue. At first, it had been embarrassing, the first week she had been unable to quite look him in the eye as invariably every time the filly-fox was pushed to the point that she had to climax.

He had explained that it helped with things, that it made her adjust a bit more easily to the size that was being used. She understood why, now, the fox toy had been easy, the wolf one challenging, but she was steadily being adjusted to thicker and thicker shafts. She had been working on a pony sized one, thick enough that she had taken two weeks to work it all the way within her. Tecla was patient, often stopping when she was stretched open too wide, and often encouraging that she was making all the right progress. He was entirely professional about it, never forcing the issues, never making her do something she wasn't ready for. It had been two months and at this point she was so swollen she was grateful for the fact he was getting her ready for the birth. Her belly was so large that it was hard to wear normal clothes, she had finally given up and begun to make the best of things.

Today she wore a soft lace edged bra with silk cups that pushed her heavy breasts up high away from her swollen belly. Her fur was thinned down along the line of her belly to show the pale pink skin beneath. She wore a loose robe, one that covered her upper body and spread out along either side offering some covering while her panties were discreet and matched the bra. The added stockings and gloves gave her a sense of being clothed, even though she wasn't, it made her feel a bit sexy, even if she was overly pregnant at the moment. She could only imagine how large she would get by the time the foal was ready to be born. She truly hoped that she would be ready by that time, the pony toy had been nearly too much.

"You look lovely, Miss Belle." Tecla gave a slow smile, his ears flicking upwards while he closed the door behind him. "Well, today we're going to try something a little more natural and different, I know you've been worried about the next level."

"The last one was too big, I think... Maybe we should try it for a bit longer?" She offered as the stallion shrugged out of his lab coat and hung it up, a smile tugging his lips.

"It's not that you're unable to handle it, my dear." Tecla gave his head a little shake. "I think that you are ready for the next level, but your body will have to be more involved in the act. I told you in the beginning that release often helps ease things, but it's been a little too medical."

"O-Oh?" She tilted her head to one side as he gestured towards the chair so that she scooted backwards.

"I'd like to have things be more natural for the next level, it will be a leap up in girth and I don't want it to simply become a medical procedure that you might not be able to handle." He helped her slip back further in the chair as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. "So I'd like you to make the choice between how we proceed. I won't do something you are... uncomfortable with."

"Okay... I mean, you haven't failed me this far." She offered a sharp toothed smile as the broad hands moved to help swing the stirrups up to either side of the chair.

"The first would be introducing you to the next toy and proceeding as we have." He gestured towards the drawers. "The second would be to simply proceed naturally with myself.." He gave a gesture towards himself. "The next size is quite comparable to myself."

"N...naturally?" She swallowed as the stallion tilted his head to one side and let out a short whickering laugh.

"It would be purely medical, Miss Belle. I assure you, I am not married so there will be no conflicts and it may help your body to adjust to that size easier if you were brought into the act in a more natural way." He tilted his head and took a step forward, her eyes widening a little as she looked over him and flushed. "It would be little different than what I am doing now, only it would be reality instead of pantomime."

"H-How big..." She didn't trust her voice, the confident doctor looked entirely at ease with the offer, as if he had done it frequently and there was nothing amiss. He didn't try to seduce her, didn't try to touch her, just waited for her answer while she struggled not to look down the line of his body and towards his loins.

"Perhaps you would be more comfortable seeing?" He tilted his head to one side, the clean shaven arms moving towards his waist band to touch the top of the button. "You can decide on your own, after all."

Belle didn't know what to say, on the one hand she could say no and just go as they had, but she wanted to know. She'd always thought he was handsome and now he was all but offering to strip down in front of her. She licked her lips and gave her head a nervous nod, shifting on the chair as the heavy bodied zorse took a step back and unsnapped the top button of his pants. The muscles along his lower belly were tensed up as he slipped the zipper down and shrugged them off with a shift of his legs. The boxers were silk and clung to him, laying right over a heavy bulge along his lower belly that made her itch to touch it to feel just how soft it was against her paw pad.

She heard his rumble of amusement before he tugged the boxers down, sliding them past a heavy leathery looking sheath and pushing them down past the swell of his orbs. The twin balls were covered in the faintest fuzz of velvet fur that softened the dark color, the fuzz disappeared as it went higher up towards the rolls of his swollen sheath that showed the blunt tip of his glans nestled just inside of the pouch. The opening was large enough she could have pushed her entire hand into it, and while she watched the tip stirred and pushed out over the edge. It drooped down over the edge, yawning it open wider and wider as the dark flesh inched out. She squirmed a little bit as she watched it thickening, but he didn't try to step forward or force it. She was left watching while fighting the urge to move a paw out to touch him.

"Miss Belle?" The deep rumble brought her eyes up as the heat ran along her cheeks and she was left fighting the urge to squirm in place.

"Oh... Ah..." She didn't know what answer to give, she'd never imagined that she'd be sitting in this chair with this choice in front of her. Fantasized about it, but not really imagined it would happen. "I-I guess if you think it will be easier.."

"I think it'll be plenty easier for you." The large stallion grinned to himself, making her flick her eyes away as he stepped forward and kicked out of his pants. "We want to do what's best, now don't we."

The heavy cock drooled down over the edge, hanging lower and lower towards the ground as it filled out. The black tip was swaying back and forth as the flesh that was revealed was mottled with pink and black splashes. The tip started to stretch open wider and wider, swelling with the rush of blood and arousal as the large zorse reached over her and picked up the ever familiar bottle of lubricant, gathering the slickness with his fingers in thick dollops. She tried not to let out anything more than a short yipping noise as his fingers caught her panties and pulled them to one side. He loomed above her, impossibly large and male while his nostrils flared delicately, taking in the scents on the air with a slight curling of his upper lip. His fingers lightly curled down and began to stroke along her folds with a feather light caress that curled forward and just caught her passage, trying to spread it open with a gentle push that made her wriggle in place.

He had deliberately moved so that his cock was draped right over the curve of her swollen belly so she could feel it starting to swell larger and larger. The thick rise of the tip showed the narrow opening of his slit, the silvery precum oozing outwards so she moved her hands down towards the very tip, her small finger tips struggling to wrap around the edges of it while the precum oozed out along her palm. It pulsed heavily, throbbing and pushing up higher while his fingers began to push forward, spreading the walls open so they clutched down tightly. He was bigger than any of the toys, alarmingly large to the small filly fox, especially when she realized that he fully intended to try and fit himself inside of her. She had been struggling so much with the pony sized toy that she hadn't really thought it would get larger, but he was intent as his hips rocked forward, rubbing his mottled girth over her foal swollen belly.

Tecla's thumb brushed up and over the bud of her clit, swirling in slow circles, catching along it lightly and worked back and forth. The touch made her whimper out, squirming little bit as she tried to run her small paw down the length of his mottled shaft, feeling it throbbing faintly in reaction. He was as thick as her paw, there was no way he could wedge it into her, the thought made her ears tip back, but that didn't make her speak up. Some part of her wanted to know, she wanted to see if he could actually make her stretch open so wide, after all that was the reason he had used so many toys on her. She arched her back slightly, her breathing came out in short little pants, her eyes closing as the finger pad fluttered along the bud of her clit, making her grind upwards as he drew his hips backwards. The mottled equine girth slipped from her belly, but didn't rise up right in the air, it was too large, the thickness of the tip kept him bowed slightly as he boasted the length of a zebra with the thickness of a drafter.

She only opened her eyes when she felt her panties being pulled a bit further to one side and the touch left her glistening soft folds. Belle looked own, but couldn't see over the swell of her pregnant belly as the stallion stepped forward and pushed the tip of his cock right up against her. He pressed over her folds, hiding them from the sheer thickness of his girth as he pushed forward and ground the bare flesh forward. The oozing precum spilled from the opening of his slit and spilled along the crease of her ass while Tecla snorted out hotly and leaned slightly over her. His eyes unfocused while she writhed backwards and let out a short yip as he began to rock harder against her. The fleshy tip grinding and wedging, forcing her outer lips to stretch open around him, yawning wider and wider to the point she let out a high pitched cry. Her back arched as much as she could manage with her heavy belly as the powerful haunches gave another thrust, a harder one, and the tip popped inwards with a lewd wet noise, forcing her walls apart as wide as they would go.

It was overwhelming, too much, far too much, she clutched down around him and moved her hands back to grip the chair, her fingers digging in tightly as the stallion gave another rocking thrust forward. His hands gripped her thighs, gripping tightly enough that she whimpered, and the next thrust forced another thick inch into her too small body. Her walls ached from being pried apart, her legs trembled while her fingers dug into the leather of the chair beneath her trying to brace herself. The next splatter of precum was flung into her passage, spilling in deep and pushing right up against her sealed cervix before the sheer size of him pushed it out around the edges. It was a lewd wet sound, squelching inwards as he pushed in once more before dragging backwards. Her outer lips were pulled taut around him, quivering and clutching, trying to pull more of him inside of her even as she felt panicked by just how much she was being forced to stretch.

The cock tip nearly pulled free, it bulged her aching cunny before the thrust forward drove into her again, pushing her back against the chair while Tecla let out a groaning cry. His tail was snapping behind him as he forced his way deeper, her aching muscles molding around him and quivering as he worked his hips in short rough thrusts that pushed harder against her. He leaned forward, his body pushing against her swollen belly while the next thrust came with a rough grunt, the tip wedged and forced inwards to the point she was struggling and crying out. She didn't care that she was crying out, when it had been the toys she had tried to control herself, but now she was beyond that. The thick splatters of precum were oozing from him in a syrupy wash that was being pushed right up against her cervix before wedging out around him. Her own wetness clung around him as the medial ring pushed right up against her achingly spread lips and ground there firmly.

"Good girl...Belle..' The doctor huffed down at her, shuddering slightly as his cock bowed under the force he put forward. "Just a bit more..."

His fingers kneaded along her upper thighs as the final few inches began to sink deeper, the medial ring popped in with a wet squelching sound, caressing along her passage, while the tip suddenly pushed right up against the barrier of her cervix, grinding along it so she yelped out and writhed backwards, trying to ease the pressure. The zorse snorted out, his breath hot along her covered breasts before he lifted his head up and dragged his hips backwards, pulling through her with a smoke stroke that slipped the medial ring out before plunging forward and popping into her again. The strokes were short and firm, thrusting deep into her so that at the apex of each thrust she could feel the glans just brushing against her cervix so she whimpered out. Her fingers clutched harder against the chair as the entire thing was rocked back and forth, her body forced to accept to thick spire every time he plunged forward and caressed right over her sensitive inner walls.

Tecla worked his hips in smooth motions, but each time the medial ring plunged back into her it caught right along her clit and made her squeak out in pleasure. The little fillyfox squeezed her eyes tightly shut, muffling her whimpers as best that she could as she felt the slick arousal clinging around his cock, her own need plain as he teased through her. The rough barking cries that came from his throat rang in her ears as he swung forward nearly hard enough that his orbs clapped along the curve of her white furred rump. Her cunny ached, it was spread too wide, it was overwhelming, but that didn't stop the shudders of pleasure that built up as he moved one of his hands up to catch along her ankle and began to drive forward with short powerful movements.

The medial ring was soon barely pulling out of her before he plunged forward, his neck curved so that she could see the strain on his face. Her walls clutched him, pulling along the mottled spire greedily as the tension ran along the line of her belly, building up rapidly. Thrust after thrust rocked her back, growing shorter and faster, rocking her against the chair as one of her legs was pushed up from the stirrup and tucked up closer to her body. He gripped her ankle firmly while the medial ring constantly pulled and tugged right over the sensitive spot inside of her, making her lean her head back with a high pitched yipping cry. The first spill of pleasure ran over her, making her walls clutch down tightly, milking along the shaft as if she were in heat while he worked through her, powering past the too tight muscles so that he was bottoming out at the apex of each thrust, coaxing her orgasm to last longer, drawing it out while precum and her juices were pushed out messily around the mottled girth.

The tip flared open steadily, spreading her wider, making her muscles contract in protest as the spongy tip nearly doubled in size. His thrusts grew more frantic, faster and harder, his body leaned over her so his chest brushed against her obscenely swollen belly. She stopped caring that he was her doctor, that she was in his office, all that mattered was the way that the shaft pulsed inside of her, the medial ring stood out and thickened inside of her, catching right along her clit as the stallion drove forward. His powerful hips shuddered while he pushed his flared tip in as deep as he could possibly plunge it, his back arched slightly before the first throb rocked through her. The little filly fox writhed back against the chair as she got what had been missing from all of the toys, a warm thick rush of seed that was flung out hard right against her cervix. Rope after rope of it uselessly flooded her passage, forcing its way deeper and deeper so she was left squirming beneath the powerful zorse.

The very thickness of the tip kept it from oozing backwards while Tecla snorted down at her, dragging it out with slow rolling thrusts of his hips that caressed through her, pulling backwards slowly and then pushing forward. Each movement made her squeak out softly and tremble, she felt too sensitive, the medial ring tugging over her just made her squirm away slightly before he sank in to rest inside of her. His chest rose and fell rapidly while the handsome striped face looked down at her and the dark lips pulled back in a smile that bared flat white teeth.

"That was much easier, wasn't it Miss Belle?" Tecla murmured softly, the hardness of the mottled girth slowly softening inside of her as he looked down at her.

~ ~ * ~ ~

After what felt like an eternity Tecla was able to drag his hips backwards, his softened cock was clutched by the little filly fox's folds so he had to move a hand out to rest heavily on her belly to keep her in place. The swollen tip tugged a few times, struggling to pull free until it slipped out with a wet slurping noise. A thick rush of his cum spilled from her reddened folds, oozing down along the soft pinkness of her tail while the tip of his cock held a heavy strand of cum clinging between them, still joining them. Belle squirmed back finally, pushing her elbows under herself to blink up at him with adorably unfocused eyes, not quite seeing him as his slimy cock began to pull back into his sheath.

He had hours upon hours of video now, each on condemning if it were to be leaked onto various websites, each one easily edited to remove his presence from them to make them seem planned. His black mail was certainly in place, but he was beginning to think it wouldn't just be to keep her from reporting this one pregnancy. She was so reactive, so eager to be touched, his mind was already working towards the next foal he could give her to carry. The first one was already developing into a fine healthy colt, but the next... Perhaps the next one he would allow her to have a natural breeding. After all, he was training to accept larger and larger sizes, surely a full grown horse wouldn't be too large by the time he was done training her up.... Just imagining it made his shaft plump up again. This was turning out to be the best mistake of his life.