Chapter 1

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DEE

It was one thing to sign up for this. It’s a very different thing to actually be strapped in, face down, my feet in steel stirrups with padded bands anchoring me to the bench. The stirrups hold me so my legs are wide open and I’m fully exposed, my ass up to the sky and the gentle air conditioning brushing over my most sensitive parts.

We’re not supposed to look at them, and they’re not supposed to look at us. Those are the rules, or so I was told. It was also in the documentation DreamTogether gave me, which I was instructed to closely review before my first day.

It seemed like a great idea when I scribbled my name on the dotted line and dated three sheets of carbon-copy paper. Good pay for nine months of work and three months of recovery time, mostly work-from-home? Not to mention the excellent health insurance, which I’ve desperately needed—the best money can buy, no surprise. This is a spendy operation, and the monsters that come in here are either wealthy already, or have scratched and saved their pennies for many years to make their dream a reality.

I wonder which kind of monster I’ll get. As nervous as I feel right now, I’ll take any of them, as long as I don’t have to wear a visor and work late nights over a hot fryer.

I was given a month to prep after signing the contract. During my prep period, DreamTogether gave me a device to help spread me for my first appointment, called a “dilator.” Every night I set it just a little wider, then lay back on my bed, covered the silicone exterior in lube, and worked it into my vagina. Monsters are big, much more than humans, and for my own comfort I needed to be prepared. Responsibly I used it every night, setting it wider and wider, until I could take a girth that surprised even me.

I could probably get into fisting.

Now I’m in my probationary period, and how well I do during this first pregnancy will tell the company whether I can do more in the future. Of course I want to do more, and see if I can save up a nice nest egg for when I reach my five-pregnancy limit.

This job is perfect, really. I can spend my time doing things I enjoy, and not worry about trying to scrounge up a living. There are so many hobbies I’ve wanted to try, but I’m too busy working at McFlips to do anything but veg in front of the TV and go to bed in my off-hours. Now all my needs will be met by the stipend I’m given, and I can finally get my wisdom teeth removed.

But with my clothed chest pressed against the bench and padded, leather ties strapped around my arms, I’m not so sure it was my best move ever. My heart starts beating faster as I try to adjust myself, but the straps keep me held down. I know it’s all for my own safety, but left alone in the silence like this, I’m sweating, and I wonder if I’ve made a huge mistake.

The room is sterile, disturbingly so. The walls are painted white and the floor is white tile. It all smells like it was recently cleaned. The bench is steel, and it makes me wonder how wild some monsters get when they’re mating. My bench is heavily padded to keep me safe from claws and hooves and whatever else, and DreamTogether assured me that there are cameras watching and listening at all times, in case a monster gets out of control. Then, they’ll intervene.

And just to make everything easier, a bottle of lube sits on the little table next to me.

I have an appointment at 1pm on the dot, but I can see the face of my watch from here, and it’s 1:05. I’ve only been in this position for a few minutes and I’m already growing tired of it.

Suddenly, a roar shakes the building. After a few moments there comes another rumbling growl, and I gape at the wall. What on earth was that? One of the other girls had mentioned she was on her third visit with a dragon, who had huge claws that gripped the entire bench. Once, she said, he pulled the whole thing out of the cement when he orgasmed.

I wonder how human-dragon offspring work, and how much of a bitch it would be to carry that particular baby—or whatever dragons call them. I hope she’s getting hazard pay.

When I signed up, I was given a list of possible monsters and checked off the ones I was comfortable with. I don’t remember everything on it now, but I’d okayed most of them except for the dragon, most notably. I’m glad I did.

But I could get anything. A naga, perhaps a minotaur, or even a cyclops. They’re all large creatures, and I’ll most likely make good use of the work I’ve done with the dilator .

I tick off another few minutes, my vagina growing drier by the moment. Damn it, where is he? Why would he be late to such an important appointment?

As if summoned by my thoughts, the door flies open so fast and so hard that it bangs on the wall. I cringe, and a husky voice quickly says, “I’m so sorry.” Much more quietly the door is closed, and reflexively I turn my head to try and see who’s behind me.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to look?” the voice says, deep and male and gravelly.

Blushing, I turn back around. “Right. My bad.”

He’s here. He’s really here, and I’m really doing this. I wrap my hands around the padded grips underneath my chest, because my fingers have started shaking.

It’s like I’d told Liesel. I’m excited about this. It’s a massive career opportunity and could, potentially, feel really good. I’d tried to date a monster, but for the most part, humans and monsters alike tend to marry within their species. It’s easiest that way, when we often live in different cities and different housing developments, and work at different companies. We don’t even frequent the same bars, so my chances of meeting someone eligible is generally slim.

But one thing we humans have that monsters don’t? High fertility rates, and a wide range of compatibilities. Almost any monster can mate with a human and produce offspring, and so companies like DreamTogether were born.

Heh. Born.

Over my shoulder, I hear a deep inhale of breath. “You’re nervous,” the low voice says. “I can smell it on you, my dear.”

Oh, great. A monster that can smell how I feel. The last thing I want is to be giving off the scent of fear while he’s trying to get hard.

“Sorry,” I say. “First time. ”

There’s another huff behind me, and then I feel soft fur touching my hips. Fur? Maybe a yeti? The dull tips of claws brush over my skin.

“Your first time taking wolfman dick, or just in general?” he asks.

I crack a smile. So he’s a wolfman, and a dirty talker. I can do that.

“In general,” I say. “You’re my first client.”

My visitor snorts. “Client,” he says with derision. “Is that what I am? Just another client?”

I furrow my brow. How am I supposed to answer that? Of course he is. That’s the whole setup here. I’m the provider, he’s the client. He’s paying me for my services.

“Yes?” I answer tentatively. “I mean, I can’t even see your face. This is a transaction, isn’t it? You pay. I carry your baby.”

“Cub,” the apparent wolfman corrects me.

I nod. “Of course. That.”

For a moment there’s silence, and I wonder if I’ve fucked something up. But I’m not sure what else he wants from me. His hands haven’t moved, though, and wow, they’re huge. I wonder what he looks like. Then, as if cued by my imagination, he draws his fingers down toward the swell of my ass.

“Hmm.” Claws gently prod my flesh, squeezing me. I wonder if this is part of the process or not. I thought it would be a little more get-in-and-get-out, like a pee test. Instead, my client is testing me out, massaging my butt in a way that is, frankly, pretty erotic.

I hear the wolfman sniff again. “Ah,” he hums. “Much better.” He pulls the cheeks of my ass apart, exposing me to the air even further. Instead of earlier, though, when no one was here, now I know he’s watching, and a shiver runs down from my throat to my groin. I feel myself clench inside as his clawed finger reaches deeper in, spreading me apart, drawing my labia away from my opening. I feel the air conditioner again, even more acutely—and then, hot breath.

“Such a beautiful, hairy pussy,” the wolfman says, growling low in his throat.

What? Nobody’s ever said anything like that to me. I didn’t bother trimming, because I’m not here for the sex. I do have some thick, dark hair that I’ve always been self-conscious about, but instead I feel a tiny dribble of wet drool land on my leg in the stirrup.

He really likes it that much?

The wolfman keeps me spread with one hand, then trails the other down the inside of my thigh, toward that place where I’m tingling. His claw gently traces my skin, stopping just short of my clit. I thought he’d simply smear himself with lube and get on with it, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Not that I mind. Though this teasing... it’s turning me on a lot more than it should. This is supposed to be business, nothing more.

But it clearly means more to my client. I guess I should go along with it, if that’s what he wants.

“You’re wet,” the wolfman remarks, curling his finger so now his knuckle is stroking my labia. He swoops it down, brushing over the tip of my clit, and I can’t help the little gasp that escapes me. I’m rewarded with a chuckle. “Do you like that, little human?”

“Sure,” I say. “You found the clitoris. Congratulations.”

A guffaw of a laugh fills the room. That knuckle rubs across my clit again, more roughly this time, and I moan. I can’t deny it feels good, but I don’t like all this teasing.

“You’re funny,” he says, looping his knuckle around to repeat the motion. “That will be a good trait for my cub to have.”

That is why he’s here, after all. He wants a child of his own. I wonder if he has a wife or a mate, and they’ve been struggling to have a “cub.” Or maybe he’s single and hasn’t been able to start a family, but wants one.

I’m already starting to hope he’s the latter kind. I don’t want to think about some other wolf-lady he’s been fingering this way. I hope he’s rich and single, maybe some kind of CEO, and can give our kid a good life.

I can’t believe I’m thinking like that already. We don’t even know if his sperm will take. It might require quite a few visits, they warned me. They’ll schedule one a month, right before ovulation, until I’m pregnant.

And it’s not like I know him at all. That’s the point—that we don’t know each other and have no attachments. But that’s hard to keep at the top of my brain when he’s gliding back and forth over my clit, making me wetter and wetter with each pass. My pussy flutters, and I hear that deep inhale again behind me.

“There we go,” he says. That’s all this is. He’s just trying to get me ready for him. It isn’t a personal thing, meant for my pleasure.

That’s when I feel something wet brush over my pussy.

I buck against the bench, overwhelmed instantly by the sensation of it. Is he really going down on me? I hear a muffled chuckle.

“Damn,” he says, and there comes a slurping noise like he’s licking his chops. “That’s good. I knew I picked right.”

I’m poised to say something about propriety and professionalism when that huge tongue laves over me again, this time down and over my clit. I moan as it circles there, flicking across it with abandon, then travels back to my slit again. My hips respond instinctually as the wolfman presses his tongue inside me, and I’m shocked by the size of it.

How big is this guy?

I can’t manage out words as he fucks me with his tongue, then quickly returns to my clit, back and forth. Soon I’m squirming and moaning, my pussy aching for something that isn’t there. Again that tongue twists its way into my channel, licking upward and then dragging along the inside of me.

“Oh, fuck,” I manage out, my whole body snapping up. He does it again, rubbing against my inner wall, and I can already feel my orgasm coming on. “God, yes.” I can’t stop the words tumbling out of my mouth.

Again he teases my clit, and again he fills me up, devouring me. I can’t help it when I go screeching right over the end of the train tracks, and something opens up inside me, unleashing a torrent of liquid.

“Oh no,” I whimper as his tongue rapidly licks me. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what just happened, I?—”

“You’ve never squirted?” the wolfman asks, bafflement in his voice. “It’s normal.” Then he chuckles to himself, a rather self-satisfied sound. “I’m glad I could be your first one, again.”

Claws gently brush over the thick flesh of my ass, where he pulls my cheeks apart once more.

“Will you be done staring soon?” I ask, my pussy wide open and begging to be filled with something—anything.

Another booming laugh. But then his voice drops to a growl as he says, “You want my cock inside you, do you?”

I groan with frustration. I can’t believe I’m asking him to do the very thing he paid good money to come and do to me. But I’m horny and hungry and his filthy mouth is turning me on .

“Yeah,” I snap. “I do. So what are you waiting for?”

There’s no laugh this time, but a deep, hungry growl. Then comes a sound like a belt unbuckling, and clothes sliding down fur. Another rustle—maybe he’s even taking off his shirt. Getting fully naked in order to have sex with me.

Oh, god. That’s what he’s going to do now. I’m about to get fucked by a real, live wolfman, so he can put a “cub” in me.

“What’s your name?” I ask suddenly, wanting to know at least one thing about the monster whose offspring I’m about to carry.

“We signed—” he begins.

“No, it’s okay if it’s a fake one,” I clarify quickly for the surveillance cameras. “I just need... um, something. To say. You know.”

A hum of amusement comes from behind me. “Bill,” he says. “Call me Bill.”

That’s a fucking weird name to pick.

“Please, Bill,” I say, raising my hips higher into the air even though it makes the padded straps tighten. I need what only he can give me, and I need it right now. “Come inside me.”

I hear a dangerous growl, and this time when the big, meaty hands grab my ass, the claws dig in.

“Oh, I will,” Bill the wolfman says. Something soft and wet nudges at my entrance, and those claws spread me wide again, revealing everything. He’s breathing so hard I can feel it against my back. That object slides in further, just a tip, but... it’s big. Really big. Though it coasts on how slick I am, there’s still only so much give.

“Your cunt is dripping for me, isn’t it?” Bill says, gripping me tight. I moan when he urges me to widen for him, and he huffs against my back. “And I’m going to fuck the most wonderful cub into it.”