One of them immediately catches my attention.
Would you be comfortable with multiple partners in the breeding room for an additional payment of $3,492.00?
I have never checked a box so fast.
Finally, it’s all done and I just have to wait. I don’t sit there for long before a doctor leads me into an exam room, where I’m tested and inspected and asked to pee in a cup. Afterward, I have a short meeting with a recruiter who has, you guessed it, even more questions for me.
“I think you’ll make a good fit for DreamTogether,” she says, straightening my papers. “Look forward to our call.”
Then my application is in, and all I have to do is wait.
Bennett
I’m a bundle of nerves after completing our applications and interviews. What if we aren’t accepted? Jack had a stern conversation with someone over the phone who said they would allow what we asked—for an extra fee, as Arthur predicted.
Then we get the call that we’re in. Not only has a surrogate been chosen for us, but we’re already on the schedule for a breeding session in a few days. It’s April now, and satyrs everywhere know what that means:
Rutting season.
The timing couldn’t be better, really. By the time the true need to breed sets in, I’m balls-deep in Arthur while Jack watches us, jerking himself off. I pet my husband’s cute tail while I stroke in and out of him, his perfect ass parting for my cock with every thrust. I slow down so I can reach between us and massage his balls.
“I bet these are ready,” I tell him, resuming my pace. “Ready to unload everything inside our surrogate.”
When I imagine that woman, though, it summons exactly one image: Sienna. Sometimes I tune in to her cam stream while I’m in the bathroom, or when I say I’m in the office playing a computer game.
Yeah, I know it’s bad. Maybe to some people it looks like cheating. But I’m not emotionally invested in Sienna—I just like watching her, the same way other people like watching sports.
That’s it, really. That’s all it is. It’s not like I’d ever get to meet her face to face.
Arthur’s ass tightens up around me as I go deeper. “Yes,” he breathes, moaning as I wrap my fingers around his cock. Now I’m fucking him while I stroke him, and his hips are trembling and jerking underneath me.
“Going to put a fawn in her?” I ask. Then I turn to Jack. “Or you?”
Jack huffs. “I guess we’ll find out who has the strongest swimmers.”
“Get over here,” I say, gesturing to him. “Put that cock of yours in Arthur’s mouth.”
With a smirk, Jack gets up and joins us, kneeling on the bed in front of Arthur. His eyes roll back in his head as our husband immediately deep-throats him.
When we’re done, we take turns in the shower before heading to bed. I’m more than ready for tomorrow. I imagine my own swimmers finding their way inside, becoming a little fawn who will be ours.
Ours.
Having a fawn wasn’t on my radar until last year, when one of Arthur’s many friends gave birth to a new child. He came home from meeting said child enamored, absolutely over the moon, exclaiming how he wished it were us.
Our herd has been stable for nearly four years now, since we all said our vows and put rings on each other. Seeing Arthur’s enthusiasm, I felt it for myself—the desire to create a family, to raise a young one with my husbands who I love so much. I just know we’ll do a good job, that we’ll give any fawn a loving, caring home.
Now I’m infected, too. And Jack may seem tough on the outside, but he’s soft on the inside, and he wants us to be happy. I think his need to protect and care for his herd will make him a wonderful father.
Now, it’s just within our reach.
Even Jack took the day off work today, and we didn’t have to cajole him for it.
After breakfast, we hop in the SUV and head to the clinic. In our anticipation, we’re all quiet—even Arthur, who loves to talk. I’m sweating a surprising amount, as if the heat in the car has been turned up too high. Maybe that’s just the rut, though. It has weird side effects.
Already my cock is at half-mast, awaiting what we’re here to do. My most primal urge, to mate and breed, is eager to be satisfied.
We enter a waiting room, where the three of us fill out some quick paperwork and then sit down to kill time. After a few minutes, our names are called, and an attendant leads us down a long hallway with a half-dozen closed doors. We can hear strange noises behind them, and I grow even more eager for what’s to come. She pauses near the end and opens a door, watching with wide eyes as all three of us file into the fluorescent-lit room.
