Bacyard Breeding Ambush (remaster)

Backyard Breeding Ambush "Brat Edition" (Remaster)

Be advised, because of the supposed concerns of the admins and "readers", for the remaster to go up, the old text must no longer be on this site.

If you prefer the old edition to the new one, you can find my writer email on my profile. As for everyone else, this remaster is to address the desires, concerns, and suggestions of my closest friends and most sexy of readers (You know who you are).

Credit to "Brat" (Not that Brat, from Chatango and Tumblr) for being my muse (And my off and on co-writer) years ago when I wrote the porn caption version of this. I want to thank "Nurse" for giving me some perspective on little pleasant aspects of this specific sex position. I want to thank "Kitt" for insisting/encouraging me to add the man's perspective, for saying this was good, and encouraging me to add more text... Expand on this idea.

The quality of the writing is on me. You criticize the idea, you're kinkshaming "Brat" and she's too hot to be kinkshamed.

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When she was home, she didn't wear a bra as it was more comfortable not having to stuff her lactating "backbreakers" into one. Instead she just had a sweatshirt on, so if any of her infants might get hungry, she could just whip out her lactating breasts and feed her little bundles of joy. She also didn't wear any coverings on her pussy besides a comfortable skirt, but that was mostly to mess with her husband and get him wrapped around her finger. She could see the tent that he would make in his pants when her rising neko tail lifted her skirt. The fabric sliding up her silky thighs and revealing some cheeky assflesh.

She was in the backyard enjoying some peace and quiet, looking over their garden in the shade of a nice series of trees they had. The children were either at school or down for a nap, and so it was peaceful and quiet. The last week of being able to sleep without being awoken by a crying, hungry baby was absolutely wonderful too!

For someone almost always in boots, he was surprisingly quiet. She didn't hear the backdoor either. He somehow had gotten behind her, his rough, demanding hands pushing up her tanktop, and bending her over on all fours on the soft, brown earth. There wasn't a zipper sound, just the sensation of him spreading her open with his raw, cut husband cock. The ease of access and lack of covering for her tight, silky smooth shaved pussy; was now her undoing.

"Oh, you... you sneaky pervert~" she said, before she was left unable to speak. Her tail stood up stiff at first, but its swaying betrayed her feelings.

Now she was panting out and drooling on her hands and knees, like an animal in heat. She wasn't actually in heat. Nekos go into heat AFTER one or both babies were weaned off milk. Human women were similar, in that they prolonged breast feeding to keep their fertility low.

The dripping pre that stained all over his cock was the only lube, when he forced his way into her without warning. Her large milky breasts swung back and forth, each time her body absorbed one of his aggressive, almost needy thrusts. Choosing to go without support for her breasts was a terrible decision! Dirt went into her nails as she dug her fingers into the grass like it was his hair.

She whined out to him, panting and trying to breathe. "The last oneeeeee..... Barely sleeps on her ownnnnnnnn~" The weaning off of milk would be several months from now.

As he drilled into her body, his hips slapped into her ass, thighs into thighs. Even his familiar balls, seemingly pent up with cum, were swinging forward and lightly giving her clit little slaps. It was all adding to the lewd sounds of her moans and his breathing.

"I-I o-ovolate in..... T-two d-dayssssss~"

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One of the first things any man had to learn after getting serious with a neko girl was that they had a great sense of hearing. The next three things to learn were: that they liked to be chased, liked to pounce, and liked to nip their lovers.

Therefore, the backdoor wouldn't work. It was heavy and it clicked with authority. He wasn't in the mood for chasing, and certainly not being pounced and bitten. You had to be strict with them and assert yourself, or you'd go mad from all the teasing and endless brat behavior.

He would have to go around and climb one of the cinder block walls.

When they got this place, they "broke it in" by having sex in every single room, and often bent over or against every single piece of furniture. Bookcases, on or over chairs, lifting her onto or bending her over the dining table. Up against the hallway wall? Absolutely. She had gotten carpet burn twice: once on her hands and knees, and once on her back. The latter had thankfully been confined to her lower and middle back, as her sweat-shirt partially pinned under her. She didn't have to deal with carpet burn on her ass, not with how they did "missionary".

They had a good life. They were educated and they lived comfortably enough. Sure, the children were becoming a bit of a handful. A new mini-van to transport them all, having to sort through friends and family to help babysit them as needed.

It wasn't just hookers, johns, and cheaters that wanted a cheap motel room for just a few hours or a night. A married couple could easily have a need for such a place as well. Where, a few hours from this place they broke in, there was time to light candles and get distracted mating instead of enjoying dinner.

I mean, all of

this

, all of the responsibility and effort, wasn't just

his

fault. Right? He was responsible, every step of the process. At the start, when she and he ruined the sheets, he washed them. As the family expanded, he did half the cooking, and if there was cutting involved or scrubbing afterwards, he did it.

He wasn't the baby crazy one, he was only

half

crazy. There was no baby talk from him, his brain didn't melt. And yet... When he held one of the little bundles of joy to his chest, he was whole.

One time he was at a park and someone criticized one of his sons for bottlefeeding their doll. As if that wasn't who he was, who he always wanted to be.

There was a constant battle between his instincts to proliferate his existence, and the responsibility and work of each new life. And yet, the sensation of hearing the first words of... Just one more child...

Papa... Mama... Wawa...

The oldest already was finding him embarrassing, and they no longer wanted to be read to.

And she had the option this whole time to go on the pill or six other things, but she didn't. How many times had he bought condoms, and she had poked holes in them? One time she even set them on fire and tossed them into the fireplace right in front of him.

She didn't even wear underwear at home sometimes! The little ones would be gone or they would go to sleep and she would immediately reach down to "go commando".

And what did she do today when she got home early and was alone? She lifted her shirt up, rested it on top of her "shelf", and proceeded to take a selfie of herself with her tongue out. His feline siren, calling him to return to the Catholic heritage of his ancestors.

Maybe silence and alone time wasn't worth it... Maybe those things should be sacrificed for one more, for a fifth..

If she was going to "go commando", he cracked his knuckles, he was going to remind her of his familiarity with urban environment navigation.

Parkour

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She had to go down to resting on her forearms, elbows, and hands. She was thankful the dirt was soft, grassy and slightly wet. It would otherwise be hell on her knees.

"Y-You're filling me up so gooddddddd~" Her tail coiled around him and tried to pull him in closer.

Lowering her head down and resting her cheek into the soft earth, she couldn't help but rock her hips back into him with each of his thrusts, matching his tempo. She could finally try to look at him, like she loved to do. He was a blurry silhouette of camo and a face covered in brown hair. Oh how she wanted to see, and clearly, his growing impression of Commander Riker, the facial hair.

The angle and speed caused his balls to feel like they were giving her swollen clit little spanks. This position, the gravity and the angle, made every single thrust feel so deep. It was like his cock was splitting her in two, and yet she kept rocking her hips and thighs back at him, trying to make him go deeper. Each time he was "balls deep", she thought she could feel his sperm churning inside his cumsack.

All those times she followed up a whined or breathy "hubby~", with a teasing "breeding stud~", had now come at a price.

She couldn't take it anymore, her favorite cock was driving her wild! Gasping and biting her lip, she shuddered and bent her back, as he continued to prod his cockhead into her cervix. It felt like he was knocking on her door, begging her to let him inside. Her juices washed all over his cock, dripping down onto his pent up balls full of baby-making sperm.

"N-Nevermindddddd~ C-Cum i-inside me~"

Suddenly he gasped out and gave her a few quick, feverish, brutal thrusts. She sighed out and clenched down on his cock, squeezing it and refusing to let it go. She could hear him shuddering and then there were the tell-tale three, shallow thrusts where he barely pulled out at all. His sloppy, drooling cockhead, covered with her liquid ecstasy and approval, kept itself pressed snuggly into her. Behind her, she knew he was rolling his eyes into his head and bending his back. If only she could see his cute face better! She closed her eyes to try to listen and feel more clearly.

The clue was how he squeezed his hands on her hips, how some of his fingers dug into her squishy assflesh. Then his hot, sticky baby batter seemed to spurt out in a blast. His thighs and hips were twitching, his hands sliding up her back as he leaned his weight on his hands and tried to not collapse. His rough palms resting on her shirt that had slid down her body, fingers resting on her smooth skin.

"Perverted breeding cum~" She sighed out happily.

After several seconds he coughed and then began to stir. "What did you say?"

Her face became so very warm and she sighed out, remembering she was in such a submissive position with her face down and her pillowy ass up. Then there was the sensation of his cock moving around, before trying to pull out of her slowly. Her hand found his hip and her tail curled around his waist again.

"T-The d-damage is a-already d-done," She said. "If you're going to k-knock m-me u-up... D-do it... P-properly..."

There was a period of silence.

"Who is asking~?" he said teasingly.

She sighed out deeply and whined a little, before looking back with batted eyelashes, pouting puppy dog eyes, and wiggling ears.

"Your loving dear wifey and personal breeding bitch... Your fertile baby factory."

He grunted and seemed to nod. Suddenly as he pulled most of the way out, there was something different about his cock. It was like his cock head was noticeably wider than when it was when first splitting her open. There was no way it could be removed till he went soft again, and with his messy and snug cock inside...

It couldn't be. Impossible...

"Did... Did M-master have w-work done?" She said.

He nodded and gave a pleased sound, panting out a little. His hands were sinking into the surface of her back, feeling up her skin and spine.

"I figured an actual knot wouldn't allow proper thrusting and friction for the precious mother of my children."

His hand came off her back. He blew her a loving kiss with a silly and loud "Mwahhh~".

She thought he winked at her. "Happy Anniversary honeybun~" He punctuated with a firm, crisp slap at her rear, causing her to yelp and squirm.

"I-I thought it was in t-three months."

His hands were clenching her ass flesh and moving it around, fondling her. "And Valentine's day is celebrated two weeks early and three times a year~"

"How...?" She asked.

"A little mechanical, a little biological."

"Can it be reversed?"

"You're a part of me... And no..."

She was swooning too hard to find the ability to speak. She was naked and wrapped snugly around his perfect cock, but he was still trying to seduce her and make her his.

Her whole body was tingly and her eyes were shimmering with affection. If she was in her favorite hentais, little hearts of lust and infatuation would be drifting up from her. All she wanted was to mate and be his, to milk his balls empty and have her brains fucked out. She was in heat.

"R-Ravage my p-pussy like it's our h-honeymoon again... Make... Make a m-mess." She began to purr for him.

He planted a kiss on her upper back. Grabbed her hair and worked it around his hand loosely, and used his other hand to hold her baby making hips. Slowly and sighing out, he slid his cock out so only his special knot kept him in, before bucking his hips forward.

Her cunt was messy with cum and their lubricants, but she could still feel the lovely friction. His thrusts were slow and deep, powerfully drilling at such a great angle.

Soon the backyard was nothing but animalistic moans, groaning sweet nothings, and the sounds of her jiggling and their skin slapping.

Maybe she'd ask him to edit and release what the security cameras and mics recorded.

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A shorter version of this was the remaster of the text for a porn caption. If you want that, ask me sometime.