Pascal's Real Pregnancy (4)

Pascal bounced against the bedsheets as Cuda rhythmically thrust himself in and out. He’d pinned the chubby dog down and was huffing and grunting above him all while stretching his hole tight. He could even feel his own tip bulging through Pascal’s belly and up against his… yet the dalmatian seemed distant. Even with his own manhood wedged between two warm furry bodies the stimulation was second on his mind. All he could think about was the negative pregnancy test.

“What if something IS wrong though? Maybe I need to see a doctor…”

Cuda felt himself throb especially hard, shooting pre against the dog’s cervix. He wasn’t just here to find his own pleasure though, he cared for his friend and wanted him to feel comforted. The problem was, he could feel himself edging closer and closer to his climax, and he had to break Pascal out of his own thoughts.

“Mmmf… you’re fine spots, j-just relax and… Rrrrrf… let the big roo take care of you…”

Spots let out a soft whine as he felt his prostate light up from the thorough rubbing, his member trying to bounce between the two of them. It couldn’t be seen, but his knot had ballooned to its full swollen size.

“B-but I just can’t stop thinking about it…”

Cuda’s hips rolled upwards roughly and his tip nearly made its way into the dog’s womb, his legs trembling as his need reached its peak.

“Don’t you worry… NNF… about a thing… I-I know j-just how to p-put a litter in you…”

Pascal’s cheeks suddenly felt warm, something about the way Cuda said that struck him deeply.

“Wh-what do you…?” The dog began to ask, but just before he could finish Cuda leaned in… and locked lips with Pascal in a deep kiss. He thrust himself into the hilt, and stiffened up completely. He throbbed HARD and came forcefully into the dog’s womb, flooding it and making it swell with his seed. Pascal’s eyes widened in surprise and with so many sensations at once he found his mind empty of negative thoughts. He only lasted a moment more before shooting his own load over his shoulder.

Cuda kept the kiss going through both of their climaxes, their tongues pressing together warmly. Pascal felt his eyes relax, becoming half-lidded as his tummy pushed upwards against Cuda’s. Thankfully the big roo was soft in the middle, giving the dalmatian room to swell and grow. The last load hadn’t been this strong… it was fucking intoxicating.