The thrills of breeding

"If you wish to learn how to end up with a litter like your cat," you begin, "you need the proper outfit." You nodded at the cat-girl outfit peeking out from the basket.

The innocent woman remained as red as a tomato, when it dawned upon her that her lesson in breeding would have no privacy - pets were held to different standards of nudity and impropriety, after all.

Trembling in a mixture of anticipation, as well as a small but stubborn remnant of self-conciousness, she first glanced outside the store to the handful of people pointing at your group, giving a shy grin to shouts of glee. Releasing a grunt to pysch herself up, she obeyed the order to conduct herself with the same respect for public decency as a rutting animal.

Admist loud coos and baby-talk from the mall-goers, a t-shirt was pulled off. Fumbling a bit, her bra soon followed. When her diamond-hard nippes came into view, you gave a small chuckle at how the public exposure was turning her on - it seemed abandoning human mores was a common kink among your girls.

However, you noticed she had not fully accepted that part of herself yet, as she released a bark of embarrassed laughter at the visible contrast between her actions and her feelings. Still, her repressed exhibitionism tendencies prompted her to stand straighter at the laser-like focus on her not-yet-lacating breasts while coyly stripping jeans and boyshorts - and the attempt to 'hide' the sizable wet patch only exposed it to everyone in the store.

Raising an eyebrow at the sexual marking, you realized that she must have begun frothing as soon as you and the debaunched pets were in eyeshot. You raised a second one upon noticing that surprisingly, she was the only pet until now to have worn a full set of underwear. Gazing intensely at the woman's unobstructed and invitingly open baby-maker, which she displayed with false timidity, you concluded with a nod that the modesty deserved an award. A lifetime reward.

Interrupting your blatant staring - plus dreams of leaving more of your genetic material in a womb - Rebecca and Casey crawled past you on all fours. Switching your gaze to their bred nethers with pride, you gave no orders to heel for there was a sort of curiosity, admittedly, at how the more experienced girls would treat Emily now she was a pet too. It was answered the next moment, as deciding to do a proper welcome the animalistic way, the both of them raised their heads to her inner thighs and gave a deep sniff.

Emily gave a shocked yip at the noses probing the labia of her pussy. Though, rather than leap away, she slowly spread her legs more with a bashful grin at your noticeable approval. It seemed, you thought with satisfaction, that she was already learning the manners her new life required.

But she was forgetting a vital lesson.

Teaching the newest member of the pack, Rebecca gave a quick bite on the clit to remind the standing woman of proper animal-like posture. Jolting, she couldn't hide an expression of guilty pleasure while falling onto her hands and knees, enjoying both the degredation and intimate contact. Not done with her, her next lecture in the intricacies of courtesy came forth when the other two twisted themselves around, then backed up so their privates rested a mere foot away. Unmistakably, the sluts were showing off the sexual liquids that had accumulated on and in them over the course of the day.

Perhaps, they believed it earned them a higher spot in the pack's hierarchy.

Emily's eyes grew wide at the sight of the proudly brandished mess between legs, close enough to touch, then wider still after she leaned forward and took in their smell. Evidently, whether due to your power or sheer depravity, the scent must have pleased the pet to her core as one of her hands quickly darted over her own pussy. Inhaling deeper, her face morphed into sexual relevation; paired with the arousal painted across her red cheeks, was admiration at the shameless appetite of one's most primal instincts.

"Emily!" Reluctantly stopping the enlightened woman's first forays into openly satiating her carnal urges, you gestured to the cat-girl outfit.

Huffing, she let out a while in apology, then padded over there. Eagerly copying her seniors' hungry embrace of the unique freedom and sexuality afforded to one of your pets, you soon beheld the lewdest cat-girl in the city. She wore similar but pink cut-out bras and panties, collar, cat-ears, and tail - the cute moans she let out as she inserted it into her ass drove you wild. She had even 'forgotten' her butt was displayed to you the whole time.

Like a tidal wave of lust, the sensuality of it all washed away plans of further foreplay. Hands moved frantically.

Seconds later, pleased - and jealous - moans echoed throughout the lingerie store as you sprinted over and found your dick outside of Emily' unplowed fields. Coincidentally, the positioning was exactly like doggystyle.

Pants of pure need met you. But through a Herculean effort, you stayed still. "As a fertile young woman, you wanted to know what to expect when you chose to have kids. But this isn't a second-hand demonstration. You will end up with a litter like your cat. Do you -"

Abruptly, your words were cut off as the redhead eagerly demonstrated her consent to a pregnant belly; she roughly inched backwards and broke open her virginity. Thankfully, no blood greeted you as the drooling lubricant inside Emily's tight hole helped ease your dick inside.

"Aaah!" a shout soon turned into yips of delight as the girl adjusted to the feeling of a full pussy and found it sublime. Thrusting again, purrs of ecstasy sang out and the two of you quickly set a rythmn in the most primal of dances.

With each hilting of your dick provoking loud gasps of lust, the two neglected pets, Rebecca and Casey, could only look on in want and jealously. When Emily let out a particulary loud moan as her hair was pulled back while you bottomed out your entire length, they could no longer contain themselves.

Their jealous barks resonated outside, moving the hearts of many bystanders. Letting out a comment of sympathy, one said, "Poor pets. No one likes to feel left out when it's playtime."

Somehow, through the rocking motions and her own barks of lust, Emily heard the criticism. Tilting her head in disbelief, she rebuked the impatient girls; faint of hints of envy leaked through, as she motioned and grunted at the barely-evident creampies they sported. The noticeable tighening of her vagina as she did so signalled her deep desire to join the women in being a receptacle to your seed and carrying your children.

You had few doubts that such a group of moms would boast of holding many members throughout the years.

Chargrined, both pets scooted closer and began to reluctantly play with themselves, rubbing fingers over their clits in pent-up fustration as they watched you thrust deeper into the lucky redhead. Soon enough, the pouting expressions morphed into arousal as the lewd show overwrote any lingering feelings of abandonment. Embracing their new roles as witnesses to an imminent conception, squicks of pleasure reached the ears of everyone nearby.

As you took in the nubile bodies of the three women, all squirming in lust and in sexual ministrations, you had the dawning certainity some of those moms would be very fruitful, indeed.

The lustful dance, mere 'playtime' to the glued eyes of other folk, was brought to a sudden end as your partner was struck by a orgasm. Shudders engulfed her entire being and she lost strength in her hands. Losing balance, her head landed on Rebecca's pale leg as you continued to fuck Emily though the heights of pleasure. Seeking to muffle her screams, she gently bit the other woman to a shriek of delight and sympathetic twitches as Rebecca was pushed over the threshold, her blonde hairing swingling wildly as sexual gratification flooded her.

Casey shot you a competitive look between heartbeats of rising pleasure - judging by her determination, she intended to win in the unspoken test of endurance. Balantly teasing you, she showed off her boneless flexibility by twisting herself around Emily and putting her mouth next to your continuing thrusts. Moments later, a tongue darted out and began to lick at the two connected organs aggressively, making both your balls and Emily's squirming pussy tighten even further in lust. In a half-hearted attempt at fairplay, Casey's hands continued flicking and fingering herself.

Surprising her though, Rebecca, still twitching, brought her mouth to the Casey's clit and bit. Having focused on bracing herself against pleasure, the pain tore away the cheater's focus and she let out a muffled yell. Concentration shattered, she could do nothing but be swept along on a explosive orgasm.

Victory engulfed you at remaining the uncontested champion in one sexual category, but Emily longed for her third place prize in another. Impatient, she breathily uttered a plea as you kept rocking her with your dick, "Please... if you may... give me..."

No other words needed to be said. With a roar of triumph, you released your seed inside her and sowed another fertile field with your children. Admist one last hilting of your cock, whispers of "yesyesyesyes!" were heard, the tone indicating nothing but joy at the promised litter. And with each spurt of babybatter bringing delight to the both of you, you idly wondered how many kids she would have over the years - it seemed, neither your nor Emily had any objections to the raw sex that would keep gifting her more. When you finally ran out, you idly wondered how many of the city's pet-owners would have swollen bellies by the end of this year, if you kept running into ones like these three. Comforting yourself, you speculated that the city's economy would thank you in two decades.

Finally pulling out your cock, droplets of white cum fell like snowflakes to Casey's outstretched tongue. With a wink, she swallowed and squirmed out of the mess of bodies. In what was no doubt the birth of a new tradition among your pets, she then gently flipped Emily to her back and helped her cover the lifegiving liquid with a hand. Not wanting to feel left out, Rebecca crawled over to carress the newly bred girl's hair in shared happiness before directing Emily's head towards you.

Understanding at once, she giggled and said, "I couldn't wait, could I? Thank you, this pet is quite grateful that you showed her how to breed." She patted her pussy and let out a louder giggle, joined by Rebecca and Casey.

Interrupting the tenderness, your oldest girl drew attention by pointing to her stomach and holding out three fingers. Yipping in mock outrage, all three began to argue via grunts and barks over who would birth the most kids this pregnancy, and thus, occupy the highest spot in the pack's hierarchy - at least until the next set of pups, anyways.

You smiled in fondness at the lewd bragging. Amusingly, it was even mirrored by the dispersing crowd, as people bet on who had been awarded the greatest prize out of all the shows today.