He wears a buttplug and knocks you up

From Create Your Own Story

Terry hops down from his bed and strides over to you with all the unearned confidence of a well-endowed wolf. His heavy sheath and balls sway with each step until he stops before you. He seems to get a little distracted staring into your cleavage, but returns his attention to you. His eyes are hazy and glassy, and don't seem to focus well.

"Check it out," he laughs, turning around and bending over at the waist. He lifts his tail and reveals his tight asshole, eliciting a small gasp on your part. It's a nice view of the back of his balls, which you've seen plenty of times before, but now, he has a buttplug buried in his puckered hole, with a little jewel on the visible base. As you watch, he shakes his ass before you a little bit before he stands up to his full height again.

"So you finally got someone to buy you a sex toy," you tease, stepping in to the room and closing the door behind you. Terry had been begging you to get him one for weeks, now.

But he doesn't seem too keen to continue the discussion. He steps forward, forcing you back against a wall, and one of his hands slips beneath your skirt, pressing against your pussy through your panties. At the single touch, your heat-scent billows through the room, and your feel yourself dampen. You gasp faintly in surprise, and your knees shake. "Terry, I'm in heat... get a condom," you murmur, propping up your cleavage slightly to get a better view.

"Not a chance." He laughs to himself, and rips your panties down to your knees. Your eyes widen and you put a hand on his chest, trying to push him away. You look down, and see his raging erection- maybe twelve inches of pure canine masculinity, with his massive knot at the base and pre bubbling at the tip. His musk fills your nose, and you feel your own juices dripping down your thighs.

What happens next?

Furry Status (you)
Health 98 Equipment:

Slutty Dress

Gender Female
Species Cattle
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