content: gender neutral alpha reader, pegging, mpreg
The seahorse hybrids have always been particularly needy, yet obedient – unlike the other aquarium creatures, they’ll always ask for permission to be affectionate, and usually prefer it when you take the lead. It’s almost a comical sight, watching the larger species sheepishly fluttering their tails in your direction and hoping you’ll have your way with them.
Lately, however, their manners seem to have vanished into thin air, acting with a ferocious yearning you’ve never witnessed before in their tank. You cannot feature them in anything involving an audience, as they will shamelessly rub themselves against your groin, backs arched, and cheeks flushed.
It wasn’t until you made a passing remark to one of the employees that you came upon an answer to this mystery. They must be in heat, the young man pointed out factually and nonchalantly. You’re the first stranger to enter their tank, so it’s only natural they see you as their mate.
Very well, then, what’s there to do? Your human genes most likely aren’t equipped with the ability to provide them with eggs or future offspring, but you could, at the very least, offer some means to blow off steam.
You hesitantly dip your feet into the water and pat your thigh, catching their attention. Once they notice the novel asset between your legs, the hybrids circle around you, taking turns on your lap, riding you and holding onto you with greed. You have to admit there’s something quite enticing about their pathetic begging, their husky, disorderly breathing as they ease onto you, visibly overwhelmed with pleasure. The smaller hybrids nuzzle their head against your chest, whining faintly, while the larger ones nearly crush you with their big, brawny arms twisted around you, holding you tight as they come.
Your back is littered with scratches, and you’re frankly exhausted from fucking an entire tank of hybrids in one evening; nonetheless, the monstrous creatures are finally at ease, proudly holding their pouches and resting next to you.
Weeks later, you nearly choke upon seeing their swollen, fertile bellies. I swear I haven’t done anything, you tell your employer, pale and horrified. It happens, your manager responds, completely distracted by the business potential of this entire ordeal. He begins to wonder if he should have you breed other hybrids, too.