a Rat is gettin' a bitch (pregnant)

-She/Her: bottom / He/Him: top-


Also...wrote a thing....

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"Hey there pretty thing," pressure behind her, fingers running through the delicate fur on her rump. Spreading her canine vulva and an appreciative whistle that made her flush.
Foureyes growled and wriggled in her bindings. This filthy rat had the audacity to tease her when she couldn't respond. She ground her teeth and snarled as he knelt behind her. She knew very well what he intended to do, he knew how fertile dragons were this time of year. And he intended to take full advantage of that.
Despite the smell of the dirty mattress below her, the ache in her joints from the restraints, the fury building in her chest...she felt something else. An ache somewhere entirely different. The rat was playing with her, rubbing his filthy cock along her heat-engorged vulva. The sensation was probably a novelty to a biped, and not wholly unpleasant to her, despite the circumstances. The warm, wet caress along her edge. But she refused to linger on that thought, it was too shameful to admit.

He leaned forward, the tip pressing into her so slowly she groaned throatily. Quickly, she fluffed out her feathers and snarled to save face, attempting to swing around and snap at him only to be stopped by the binding tying her to a post. She dug her claws into the mattress beneath her as he entered her, inch by agonizing inch.

The rat laughed to himself, now sheathed within the enraged dragon,
"Quit your snarling...My pullout game is insane," she merely hissed in response.
With little fanfare, he began fucking her properly, the wet sounds and the grunts of the rat filling the air. He clutched messily at her rump and she tried to swat him away with her wings but again, the bindings thwarted her. Foureyes huffed and settled her feathers, trying to focus on her fury, she knew it wouldn't be long...these types never lasted long.
As soon as he stops...as soon as I'm free...I'll bite him in hal-
Abruptly, two saliva slicked fingers stretched her asshole and she let out an undignified yelp. He slid them in and wiggled them around inside her as he used her, and she started to lose track of the rage. Instead she felt something entirely different bubbling in her chest and she tried to squash it, but her racing thoughts only seemed to fan the flames.
He was going to do it...he was going to impregnate her with his spawn. Disgusting little hybrids. Abominations! She groaned, her face heating beneath the darkness of the blindfold. Why did that turn her on!? His thrusts grew erratic, she knew he was close, and the idea sent a thrill through her. He slid another finger into her ass, pulling at the rim, squeezing its edges. Making her pant with need, leaning her head forward against the damned post.
She tensed, anticipatory, her walls clenching around him...and that was what he needed.
"F-fuck" he murmured, thrusting into her one last time, his cock pulsing and filling her. She could feel his balls brushing the tip of her spade as he leaned in, giving her all he had.
No... She groaned at the sensation, heat spreading inside, her own orgasm crashing shamefully around her as she milked him helplessly.
His fingers popping wetly out of her asshole and he laughed, wiping them on her tail.
"Don't think I didn't feel that, slut. You want my pups or something?" He slapped her rump and clawed it meaningfully. She remained silent except for her huffing breaths of exertion, eyes wide beneath her blindfold.
He leaned back, pulling out...a bit too late, so he could watch cum dribble out of her used spade and onto the dirty mattress beneath them, a dumb grin on his face.
"Heh, wonder if you'd clean it off for me." he slapped his cock on her fluffy rump, leaving a wet streak. Somehow he was still hard.
Try it and I'll bite it off. she thought, but there was no fire in the threat. Though she'd never admit it, now that she was surely going to bear a clutch for this monster...she almost wanted more...