Chapter 2
Two
Bree
When I get back from yoga, I hop in the shower and spend some time cleaning up my bikini line. I know my viewers would probably prefer fully shaved, but that’s just not how I do things. A little body hair is natural and normal—and besides, it would be too much maintenance otherwise.
After working product into my hair, I crimp and lightly blow-dry my curls, letting them fall in natural ringlets around my face. Then I put on some natural makeup to highlight my green eyes, and the bathroom routine is done.
Next, I change into one of my favorite cam outfits: a leather corset that’s easier to take off than it looks, a leather skirt, a pair of stockings held up by garter belts, and a collar around my neck. I’ve gotten good at taking off stockings in a sexy way.
After flipping on the lights and camera, I head to my computer to see who’s joined the session today. I always stream at the same time for a few hours, then I save the rest of the night for private sessions.
Today there are more people in the chat than usual, which has been the trend since the economy got worse. More people pay the minimum to come and watch, but fewer people are requesting private sessions, which is where I make most of my money.
“The gang’s all here,” I say as I wheel my laptop closer to the bed, where my camera is already perched, looking down on me with its single black eye. “Hey everyone. Hope you had a good day.”
All that matters now is being here! someone says in the chat.
yeah, work can suck my dick. just like you could, I’m sure.
I laugh. “I am a pro, after all.”
A few laughing emojis bubble up in the chat.
I continue making conversation with them as I climb onto the bed and sit on my knees, leaning toward the camera to expose my cleavage.
what i’d give to lick one of those tiddies, someone says.
I’d motorboat ’em, chimes in someone else.
To amuse them, I lean closer to the camera and squeeze my tits together. The screen is now full of heart and cock emojis.
A guy I recognize, GingerWatchman, makes a paid request for me to take off my top, so I reach around my back to unlace the corset, then slowly remove it. This goes over well with the crowd as my big boobs fall free. I play with them, talking to my viewers, letting them feel like they know me.
How was your day, Sienna? someone in the chat asks. It’s not often they actually care about my life.
“Saw my crush at the yoga studio,” I say, pinching my nipples.
Same one as last time? The user is HornyBen, who I recognize from previous streams. He’s one of my more “normal” viewers.
“Yep. But I found out he’s married, so that’s that.”
Doesn’t know what he’s missing, says HornyBen.
When I smile at the camera, it’s genuine. “Sounds like he has a good home life, though, so I can’t be that mad about it.”
get a crush on me instead, says GingerWatchman. I’d be happy to fuck you sideways.
Not that I’d ever meet up with one of my viewers, but I sure wouldn’t mind getting fucked sideways right now.
I continue chatting with them while I play with myself on camera. Someone drops a payment for me to take off my skirt, so I do, revealing the tiny thong I have on underneath. A few viewers complain that they want the goods, but HornyBen says, I think a little tease is hot.
To reward him, I slide a finger down into my thong and stroke myself, letting out a sound of pleasure. The chat goes wild.
Eventually, HornyBen seems to disappear, leaving the late-night crowd behind.
I ride a toy, then use a butt plug on myself when someone drops $200 for it.
After the stream, I do a 30-minute private session with one of my regulars for a good chunk of change.
Finally, I get to wrap up for the night.
Pretty successful stream if I do say so.
Afterward, I’m still buzzing from being on camera. I’ve done this for years and I still get such a high from it that I need to calm down. I bring out my bong, take one hit, then put it away again before logging onto the computer.
The first thing I do is navigate to DreamTogether’s website and read everything I can. I want to know what I’d be getting myself into if I really did decide to do this. There’s a chance I won’t get matched up with Mangelli, and I need to figure out a plan for that.
The money would be good no matter who the father is. Maybe I could finally buy a condo of my own. I’m not sure how my business would fare if I got pregnant, but who knows? They might be into it. The internet is full of people with shockingly specific kinks.
My declined requests box is full of some pretty weird shit.
After downloading the application, I head to bed early. I should probably try to get on a normal sleeping schedule if I’m going to do this, and probably get better about eating my vegetables. Whoever’s kid I have, I want to give them the best shot at life possible.
I glance at my bong sadly, then get out of bed to take it to the trash.
On Thursday, Mangelli breaks the news to me at yoga that they’ve taken the leap.
“DreamTogether said yes,” he whispers as we set up our mats. “Now they’re going to try to find us someone who’s a good match.”
That’s my cue.
The very next morning, I fill out the application and take it to the DreamTogether office, hoping I can get in for the interview portion same day. I want to be fresh in their minds when they start looking for Mangelli’s surrogate.
“We’ve got some additional questions,” the man behind the desk says as I turn in the application. He attaches even more forms to a clipboard. “Fill this out and we’ll get you in now for a physical.”
I take the sheet and fill it out with all my information. Then, appended onto the back are more questions like the ones I already answered on the application—but these are all new.
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.
There she is. Of course she catches my attention right away, as the rest of the room is white tile, white walls, and some lockers. But our surrogate, she is the shining star.
Fuck. A human woman, right here in front of me. She’s facedown on the breeding bench, her legs held apart by stirrups, while straps keep her arms bound to a set of grips. Her bare vagina is exposed to the air, her tiny asshole right above it.
How I love when Sienna puts a dildo in her pussy and a butt plug in her ass. I’ve imagined many times while watching her stream what it would be like to fill her up while I push the plug into her.
Hmm. This woman looks a shocking amount like Sienna, actually. Strawberry blonde curls tumble down her pale, freckled shoulders. And the way her hair is shaved around her labia, the rest left in a neat triangle? Very familiar.
I squint as the attendant speaks to us, but I’ve tuned out her voice as I examine the woman on the bench. Then the attendant leaves us alone because we all know what we’re here to do.
It must be a coincidence that this woman looks like Sienna.
Besides, I can’t ask her. DreamTogether is all about anonymity, and if I announced to everyone how I know her, that would surely destroy our chance of having a baby before it even started.
Then, of course, Jack and Arthur would ask some questions I don’t want to answer.
“Hello,” Arthur says brightly to our surrogate as he approaches her. “Um, I know we’re not supposed to use our names, but it’s nice to meet you.”
“You as well,” the woman responds.
It’s her.
By the sound of her voice, I’m certain. It’s the woman I watch masturbate whenever I can. She’s right here in front of me—and I’m about to breed her.
This can’t be real life.
“There’s three of us, if you didn’t know,” Arthur goes on, always the chatterbox. “Did they tell you that?”
“Yes,” the woman answers calmly, but not impatiently. “I was told when I signed up.”
“Good,” I chime in, finally able to open my mouth. “And you know that we each want, erm, a try?”
She nods. “Yep. All in the briefing. Ready whenever you are.”
Shit, we didn’t talk about who would go first. I hope it doesn’t lead to an argument because we don’t have time for that.
Boldly, and because I desperately want to touch her, I raise my hand. “I’ll go first, if neither of you objects.”
Arthur tilts his head. “Really? All right.”
Jack just shrugs. I take that as a sign to go ahead.
First I take off my jeans, unbuttoning the strap over my tail, and kick them onto the floor. I can’t believe I’m here and this is Sienna’s unbelievable ass right in front of me. I stroke one of her soft butt cheeks, and in answer, she twitches.
“Hello, stranger,” she croons. Damn, this is a wet dream come true.
I can’t just raw dog this. I need to do some foreplay, really get her ready for me. I’m not much bigger than she is, but I want her to enjoy it, too. Especially if she is who I think she is.
Licking my finger, I draw it down to her small clit and pass over it to get a sense of her. She spasms again and says, “Oh!”
“Is that alright?” I ask, drawing back.
“Sure, yeah. I don’t mind at all.”
I was hoping for more than I don’t mind, but I still have time to prove myself. And to Sienna?
Prove myself I will.