"No, Master..." (Hey, If She's OK With You "Breeding" Her, You're Not Going To Complain...)

"No, Master, I'm not..." Yuri says, worried.

"Well, where are you in your fertility cycles?" You ask.

Now she looks VERY worried. "In the midle of estrus, Master..." she says, letting the implications hang unspoken.

"Yuri, why did you let me ride you bareback when you were in estrus?" You ask, not angry, but concerned.

"I thought you could tell Master. I thought you were trying to breed me..." Yuri practically whimpers, close to tears, and not the good kind...

"Wait, you're OK with this?" You ask, stunned.

"Of course Master, its why your Great-Uncle recruited me to greet you. He knew you fantasized about having a breeder and I have a pregnancy fetish." Yuri explains, eyes shining with hope.

"How many times have you been pregnant Yuri? You don't look like you've been a breeder before..." You ask.

"No, Master: that's true, because I havent," she says.

"Then how do you know you have a pregnancy fetish?" You probe.

Yuri shifts uncomfortably the let's out a puff of air.

"Hah: I know because I'm bisexual. I like men more than women but what I like best of all is pregnant women. Just the idea of being pregnant gets me very excited. You know, you felt how wet I was when you put your cock in without a condom while I'm at peak fertility. I thought you were TRYING to knock me up, and it got me super excited..." Yuri says with a note of bitterness.

You pick her up off the floor and pull her into a strong hug. "Ah Yuri; no, I wasn't: but Next Time, I WILL BE." You declare in a husky whisper.

She tilts her head to look up at you and sees the seriousness in your eyes, then embraces you fiercely and starts sobbing into your shoulder uncontrollably, tears not of pain or sadness, but unbridled enthusiasm and joy.