Helping Each Other Out Pt. 01

Description: Jessica Vixen, a talented college sophomore and fox girl, comes back home for spring break in heat, her mom's best friend comes up with an arrangement to pay the bills and alleviate tension.

All characters are over 18, any resemblance to real people is wholly coincidental.

Tags: impregnation, breeding, first time, furry, slice of life, heat

I quivered as I stroked my swollen, sticky labia. Things couldn't keep going on like this, something had to give. I lifted my right leg, sliding my arm underneath it and slipping a few digits inside of myself, feverishly stroking my clit all the while. I groaned, cumming immediately, but experiencing little in the way of relief. If anything I was just more of a sopping mess, my nipples hard and swollen pussy BEGGING to get properly railed.

I wanted to cry, it had been a rough week, and I was poorly prepared for it. I'm a young female fox woman, and I am in heat. Over the counter birth control is insufficient for us fox women and the good prescription stuff is untenably expensive without great insurance. Heat isn't too bad, if you have someone who will help you take care of it (which invariably results in a swollen tummy and eventually in a litter of foxlings), or if you can afford the treatment. Without sexual attention or prescription, however, it is an exercise in elbow munching frustration.

"Hey Jessica, how are you holding up in there?" My mom asked apologetically, through the mostly closed door.

Mom has been an absolute rock throughout this unfortunate cycle, cooking, cleaning, and running errands so that I didn't have to go out into town. Young women in heat have a distinctive smell, and a trip on the subway would almost invariably end in a rough fuck and pregnancy, between the attention that smell attracts and my own decidedly sex addled mind.

I lifted my hot, fuzzy pussy into the air, and imagined walking into a subway car wearing a tight shirt and short skirt without underwear. The men aboard catching a whiff, the women and families scandalized and clearing out. Leaving me alone with half a dozen husky men, eager to fill me with their-

"Jessica?" My mom asked again, concern evident in her voice.

"Sorry mom, yeah I'm ok, let me clean up and get dressed." Mom giggled from the other side of the door.

"We're lucky this started AFTER you came home for spring break! If your heat had come just a bit earlier who knows how many college boys would be baby daddies!"

One of the quirks of fox women heat cycles were that multiple eggs would be ovulated throughout the cycle, and each could be fertilized by a different partners.

"Can you imagine how cute your babies would be though?" My mom continued from the other side of the door, and I could hear the baby crazy smile in her voice.

"Maahhm please that is the last thing I need to hear right now." I groaned, my fuzzy pussy twitching. I didn't mind the idea of pregnancy and raising a family. In fact, I was attracted to it, and not just as a result of my brain addling heat. I wanted to be a mom someday, I wanted to be a mom NOW. But money was TIGHT and the last thing mom and I needed right now were more mouths to feed and a mess of babies to care for.

It's bad enough that I can't work right now, as any shift would likely result in me jumping the bones of any halfway attractive male on the job, be there coworker, boss, or customer. Whatever money I would make at an odd job would not cover the costs incurred in the resulting litter of foxlings.

"I know, I know." My mom said. "Take a cold shower, don't answer the door for anyone, not even the mail man! I'll be back in jiffie. Will you need anything from the store?"

"No I'm fine" I said, as I stared in horror at my bed sheets. I hadn't known that the female body could generate that much viscuous fluid in such a short time frame... most of it in my sleep.

"Love you Hun!" My mom chirped as she left the house

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"I can't help but feel for Jessica! Heat is never easy, and she was doing such a good job being responsible. Unfortunately that just means that she is stuck penned up inside without relief!"

Margaret, Jessica's mother, had finished her grocery trip and was chatting with her close friend Samantha at Beverly's, their favorite cafe.

'Oh I can just imagine!" Clucked Sam, an elegant cassowerie who sported designer clothes and a Rolex watch. "Jess has always been so driven, what is she studying for her undergraduate again?"

"Something with computers, to be honest I have no idea where she got it! I don't even carry around a smart phone, I simply do not have a head for tech!" Margaret threw her paws into the air and Sam chirped in amusement.

Beverly, the cafe's owner, was a rotund grey furred pussycat, with two ample breasts, a lascivious behind, and an almost haughty demeanor.

She sauntered up, bringing jasmine tea for Margaret, coffee for Sam, and a tray of chocolate covered croissants for the pair. Sam deftly passed a card to the waitress before Margaret could do much more than utter a half hearted protest, which Sam waved aside with a colorful wing.

"It's my pleasure to treat you Margaret, you deserve it!" Margaret smiled in earnest thanks, and began nibbling a croissant thoughtfully.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "what's on your mind dearheart?"

Margaret sighed, "Oh I'm just thinking about grand babies is all. I have a feeling Jessica wants them, for all that she is excelling in college she has a real maternal streak, but she won't indulge it because..."

"Because things are so tight for you two right now?" Sam finished.

Margaret nodded, and Sam smiled with a little sadness at her best friend. The two of them had been close since childhood, but their lives a had taken them on drastically different paths.

"Well I for one DON'T have a maternal streak, and the whole emotion seems more than a bit foreign to me" Sam announced, unashamedly, "but children suited you Margaret, and I dare say they would suit Jessica as well. Is it silly that I can imagine her as a mother already?"

"It's not silly at all!" Said Margaret with passion, setting her tea cup down for emphasis. "I dreamt last night that the house was full of grandbabies and Jessica was a lovely mother to all five of them. When I awoke I almost couldn't believe it had been a dream!"

"Well that is uncanny!" Laughed Samantha.

"It truly was!" Laughed Margaret in agreement. The two old friends continued their chat, but the glimmer of a plot began to brew in Sam's keen mind.

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The sensation of the cold water running down her back made Jessica gasp, and she absently stroked her suddenly diamond hard nipples. The insistent heat between her thighs was a paradoxical counterpoint to the icy shower.

Jessica found herself thinking back years ago to highschool, her gym coach and sex ed teacher has been an overweight but muscular moose with a friendly "dadish" demeanour. He had insisted his students called him "Mr Z." and Jessica had always appreciated his empathy and down-to-earth attitude.

As such it felt extremely naughty, and even a bit shameful, to incorporate him into her latest fantasy.

"What are you doing in the lady's showers, Mr. Z?"

Jessica gasped breathlessly under the almost painfully cold water pouring from her apartment's shower head.

"I think you know why I'm here Jessica" said the husky Mr. Z of Jess's fantasies.

"You come onto my field smelling like that, driving the boys crazy and disrupting my curriculum. Does that sound like a good idea to you?"

The large moose advanced towards the naked Jessica, his unreasonably large member making itself known from within his gym shorts.

"Oh Mr. Z I didn't mean anything by it, to be honest I'm in heat and-"

The imagined Mr Z flipped Jessica around, pressing her against the wall of the shower and breathing heavily against her ear, pulling his member out with a fluid motion and rubbing it against her swollen and eager sex.

Jessica groaned and jilled off frantically, her small but pert breasts pressed against the shower wall.

"oh oh OH MY GOD" she shrieked, her relentless clit rubbing continuing even as her legs shook with what may well have been her eleventh orgasm that morning. "How I am I going to get through the month..." she panted.

Fantasies and orgasms were simply not enough to scratch the insatiable itch her relentless biology has consigned her to.

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"Honey I'm home!" Margaret hollered up to her daughter, but there was no reply, save some muffled moans and the sound of running shower water. Jessica, evidently, has not even heard her come in.

"Oh dear," Margaret said to herself in dismay, "I hope she hasn't been in that shower since I left this morning, the water bill will be outrageous!" In truth, Jessica had been in and out of the shower all day, caught in a vicious cycle of masturbation, fluid discharge, and self cleaning.

"Hmmm," Margaret murmured to herself, wondering how on earth she could support her daughter, before shrugging and starting on dinner. Margaret took off her pants, always a relief after a day out and about. She took a moment admiring her long slender legs covered in short red fur before putting on her favorite apron.

She began by heating some olive oil and dicing an onion. She added the onion to the hot oil, smiling and humming to herself as the oil spat at the sudden moisture, and dowsing the onions with a generous squirt of vinegar and a sprinkle of salt.

She diced some bell pepper, sliced a few mushrooms, and added the lor to the carmalezing onions, grinding some black pepper and adding a dash of paprika to the slowly frying veggies before beginning work on the pasta sauce proper.

In a rhythm, Margaret was startled when her landline rang. "Hello, Vixen residence!" Said Margaret cheerfully.

"Hello Margaret, it's me." Sam clucked, triumphantly. "I've been thinking about your daughter's situation and I think I've come up with something of a brilliant plan."

Margaret stared at her phone in disbelief, what on earth could Sam have in mind?

"What are you talking about Sam?"

"I'm talking about a handsome young wolf who has made a name for himself as something of a financial wizard, and would be more than happy to put some babies into your daughter."

Margaret was genuinely speechless. Sam had always been forward and blasé, but she had never spoken this way about Jessica before!

"Oh don't look so shocked Margaret, your silence speaks volumes and I can almost see your cute dumb face with your mouth hanging open from here."

Margaret closed her mouth and stamped her paw, miffed. "My face is not dumb!" She hissed.

"Not usually." Chirped back Sam. "Besides, you were just telling me earlier today about how desperate Jess is for a lay, and how badly she wants babies."

Margaret shook her head, dicing fresh tomatoes for the sauce so furiously that she almost lost a digit. "And I was also explaining that there was no way we could afford a whole litter right now, we're barely scraping by as things are!"

"Oh Margaret you're not listening" clucked Sam, disappointed. "Walter is a maestro when it comes to markets." Sam trailed off meaningfully, but Margaret did not respond. "I mean he is REALLY good at making money hun."

"Oh." Said Margaret, pausing for the first time and raising a thoughtful paw to her muzzle. "But I don't even know this man, how would I know that he would treat Jessica right?"

At this Sam chuckled, "I can personally attest that he is QUITE the gentleman, both in and out of the bedroom."

Margaret was scandalized "You can't be serious!"

Sam cawed condescendingly. "First you complain that you don't know him, and now you're complaining because I've KNOWN him."

Margaret shook her head in absolute disbelief. "How would we be sure that he would provide for the children?" She asked in spite of herself. To her dismay, she could feel her loins growing slick. Here I am plotting to breed my daughter and I'm getting turned on, what on earth is wrong with me. One voice said in Margaret's head. Another voice said "this is perfect, you will get your grand babies and Jessica will thank you for it."

"Oh Walter will provide for the babies, he absolutely insisted." Sam retorted.

"YOU'VE ALREADY TOLD WALTER ABOUT THIS??" Margaret yelled into the phone.

"Whose Walter and what did you tell him about?" Jessica asked, bewildered. She was wearing tight fitting leggings and loose fitting tee. Even with panties and a panty liner, a damp spot was clearly evident on the young fox woman's loins.

"Uhhhh" said Margaret, phone in one hand, mouth open.

"Helllo Jessica!" Sam chirped from the land line. "Walter is a friend of mine, and I told him about a juicy plot you are just going to LOVE. I will fill you in later but I have to run for now! Kisses!"

With that Sam hung up the phone, and a scandalized Margaret stood in the kitchen in her panties and apron, phone still in her hand with an expression of genuine bewilderment.

Jessica laughed, "Sam's found herself a new boytoy?"

"You've got no idea." Said a wide eyed Margaret. "Take a seat, I've just got to boil the pasta."

Jessica and Margaret enjoyed a peaceful dinner together, laughing and sharing stories about Sam and college. Jessica was only moderately distracted by her insatiable sex drive, she had been famished from the heightened metabolic activity associated with heat, and Margaret's generous helping of delicious homemade pasta kept her focused on feeding herself.

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Stripping off her clothes, Margaret stretched and climbed into bed. Her ancient dumb phone buzzed. With dread, Margaret grabbed it and flipped it open.

A SMS message from Sam read:

"Walter would love to *meet* Jessica and see if she is interested. He has even taken the liberty of drawing up a little contract, outlining his obligations if Jessica accepts his offer. Could he come over tomorrow to introduce himself?"

Margaret stared at her text message, uncertain of how to respond. Her phone buzzed again in her hand.

"Jessica is suffering hun, and this might be exactly the windfall the two of you needed."

Resigned, Margaret texted back:

"OK. He can come over to introduce himself."

Another buzz:

"Yay!!!!! I will tell him to be over tomorrow at 10. ❤️????❤️????❤️????❤️????"

Margaret groaned, covered her face with her pillow, and tried desperately to get to sleep.

Unhelpfully, the phone buzzed again.

"What now!?" Huffed Margaret, flipping her phone open. For a full thirty seconds, an image loaded in the chat, when the load completed, Margaret inhaled sharply.

She was looking at a tall, muscular, well groomed wolf, wearing a suit and reading glasses. His medium length fur was mostly grey, with the lower half of his muzzle and down the front of his neck a snowy white.

BUZZ

Another image loaded, and Margaret gasped again. That same wolf was pictured laying in Sam's bed, without glasses or a suit, or anything else at all for that matter. His monster cock was at attention, and his grinning canine smile was full of confidence.

"Oh my Lord." Said Margaret, closing her phone and staring at the ceiling. Her mind raced. Walter was undoubtedly an attractive male.

"That man is going to be the father of my grandchildren." Margaret whispered to herself, involuntarily slipping a pair of finger between her legs to stroke along the folds of her labia. There was simply no way in hell Jessica would reject that the fine specimen.

And if that sexy photo was any indicator of Walter's virility, Jessica would be pregnant in no time.