58. Having Kids Is Not the End of the World... Just the End of the Story
Early Monday Morning
Sunrise was still more than an hour away when the device beeped and lit up with a new alert. Cassie lifted her head sleepily from the pile of naked flesh on the bed, but soon snuggled back down and resumed her slumber. The screen displayed 'FOURTH LEVEL PREPARED' once again, and after a time of no input, it simply flashed 'INTENSIFY' for a few seconds, followed by 'DEALER,' and then scrolled a message detailing what it had done.
The target can proposition almost anyone for transactional sex, as a buyer or a seller, with a high probability of success. Those who agree with the terms will generally gain a fetish for paid sex, as a buyer or seller or both, that can persist for up to several days. The target's trait also becomes retroactively hereditary at a level just below the first stage, i.e., it will be present as a natural latent fetish for all offspring.
Miles away, Allie stirred restlessly in her sleep, being spooned by her mother. Jenny reflexively squeezed her daughter more tightly and licked her neck a few times before they both burrowed more deeply under the blankets and slept serenely once again.
Monday Morning
Dana scrunched her eyes tightly shut against bright sunlight and tried to roll over, only to find her progress blocked by a warm body. She snuggled up to it for a few moments until the soft breeze and scent of grass made her suddenly realize she was sleeping on the ground. She sat upright urgently, as fuzzy memories of the night before slowly fell into place. "Oh, fuck," she whimpered, with her lips trembling and tears forming in her eyes.
She looked around her and saw more than a dozen bodies, most in various degrees of partial nudity, and a roughly even mix of males and females. The body closest to her was the taller jogger that she'd chased the night before, now naked except for her shoes, socks, and a sports bra bunched around her neck. The shorter jogger was nowhere to be seen. Judging from the way people's faces and crotches looked damp and disheveled, most of the crowd had enjoyed each other's company, although the combinations were dim in Dana's mind. She started panicking, looking around desperately for Miguel, but he didn't appear to be with the group passed out on the grass.
It took concentration and willpower for Dana to force herself to her hind legs to begin searching for her missing boyfriend, and she felt a tremor of fear when she realized she was automatically thinking of her legs as needing the 'hind' qualifier. Her phone and other personal items were still in Miguel's car, leaving her with nothing but the dog collar Cassie had given her. She whimpered as she carefully tip-toed through the scattered victims of her contagious lust, hoping desperately that she wouldn't wake any of them.
Dana wasn't entirely sure where Miguel's car was, but the park wasn't huge, so she figured if she walked the perimeter she'd eventually find it. She noticed that the cool morning breeze was actually wafting away some of the hair, or fur, which she had woken up with. She paused to rub her arms and legs vigorously, then the rest of her body when she found how effective it was. Soon she was back to looking like a woman who simply hadn't shaved recently instead of a half-canine furball.
The park wasn't crowded, but a few morning joggers were running the trails, and Dana saw some maintenance staff in a golf cart emptying garbage cans not too far from the scene of the presumed orgy. She very much wanted to be somewhere else when that was discovered. Things gradually began to look more familiar, and she was certain that Miguel's car shouldn't be far away. She picked up her pace a little; although she didn't necessarily expect to find her boyfriend at his car, she could at least wait there for him to arrive eventually.
Dana felt sick to her stomach when she found the parking lot empty except for a motorcycle. Looking around, she was certain it was the same place they'd parked the night before, but Miguel's car was nowhere to be seen. She slowly descended into a squat, hugging her knees as she stared unseeing into the distance. "He abandoned me," she whispered, finding it hard to believe or accept. She rocked back and forth a few times before letting loose with a howl of loneliness and despair.
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Maddie was staring at Leila's sleeping face with adoration while slowly rubbing her hand across her hunny bunny's belly. She now believed it likely that her girlfriend was pregnant, if only to explain how much better their sex was, but the milky nipples dotting her torso made it hard to gauge any physical changes that were purely related to carrying a baby. "Besides," she mumbled, "She couldn't be more than a week along or so." Picturing Leila's belly swelling and distending made Maddie groan quietly with lust.
Despite the softness of the noise, it was apparently enough to wake her lover, who turned her head to face Maddie and sleepily said, "Good morning, wifey."
Maddie smiled and leaned down to kiss the bunny girl, then wrinkled her nose and said, grinning, "Your morning breath smells like last night's pussy."
"You're one to talk!" retorted Leila, who nevertheless held her hand to her mouth and exhaled rapidly into it.
Maddie laughed merrily at the sight and squeezed one of the bunny's breasts. "Are you feeling full?" she asked, "I'm hungry and I don't much like the way toothpaste makes your boob juice taste."
"I
am
feeling very full," Leila confirmed when she put down her hand, "So I hope you're very hungry!"
Maddie smiled and lowered her mouth to the nearest teat and began suckling. Leila stroked her hair and snuggled her, taking the opportunity to voice some of her plans for the day. "So, I think I need to skip one more day of classes. I know that's bad, but it may be necessary. If one or both of us is pregnant, well, that could change a lot of things for us, obviously. And it'll make meeting my mom and dad a lot more awkward!"
Maddie laughed and dribbled milk down Leila's breast, which she promptly licked up. Smacking her lips appreciatively, she said, "Why do you need to take the day off, though? It takes at least a week for there to be anything for a pregnancy test to detect, and you can't be much further along than that, since it was only about a week ago you got the third-level trait." She resumed her nursing while her girlfriend seemed to contemplate her response.