Herm Mommy Fever

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When Ramda the herm wolf and Hazel the herm horse show up at the local laundromat on Halloween to wash some blankets before fall temperatures plummet, they find they have a lot in common. They're both single, they're both herms, they both want to be mothers someday, and they both took the day off because they're in heat. In fact, they're so compatible that the more they talk, the more hot for each other they get.

No one in the laundromat is prepared for the moment their breeding instincts overcome their reason, least of all, them.

Herm Mommy Fever
~Herms, Instincts, and Laundromats~
By Hazel and Ramda Singlais
(Edited by WolfLeah, Foxinuhhbox, Xaziana Tenebris, and Elara Singlais) 

Thick clouds loomed over the eclectic, shop-lined streets of LA, unleashing a seemingly endless slow drizzle on the tree-lined sidewalks, trash cans, bus stops, and under-caffeinated denizens below. With how dark it was, and no visible sign of the sunrise, it felt as though the night had lingered into the next day. The only indication that morning had arrived were the humans and anthros congregating at cafes and coffee shops.

Between two twenty-foot-tall trees, with her dark-magenta-furred wolf tail sticking straight back behind her for balance, was Ramda. She was reaching into her spruce green Subaru from the passenger's side, her paw-padded hands digging a few receipts out of one of the center cup holders. Grabbing a wrapper for a nut bar she'd needed to make it to dinner yesterday, she extracted herself from her car. Then she hip-checked the passenger's side door, making her six tits jiggle under her dark green blouse.

The passenger's door swung closed and latched as she glanced at the hatchback section of her spruce green Subaru which was completely full of blankets and bedding waiting to be laundered. After locking her car, using the fob in her free hand and putting her keys in her pocket, she stepped up to the public trash can in front of her. Her well-muscled arms made nearly any jacket a bit too tight. So, as she tossed the rubbish she'd collected, her movements were accentuated by complaints from the sleeves of her studded leather jacket. The studs on the pockets of her dark gray capri jeans had the same pyramid-shape as the studs on her jacket.

She liked jeans that didn't go down all the way because she loved showing off her digitigrade footpaws. Footpaws which were currently being protected from the cold by special-made studded leather boots that matched her jacket. A pair of small silver hoop earrings with dangling malachite cubes were the perfect accent to her verdant green eyes.

Finishing her outfit was a silver pendant that had a stunning piece of turquoise in the center surrounded by a map of the solar system. The blue-green of the turquoise contrasted the sunset-lit snow coloration of her belly fur, which could clearly be seen in the cleavage window of her blouse.

Featuring all three pairs of her tits in a cleavage window would nearly divide any blouse in two, so this cleavage window was a compromise, only providing a view of the curvature between her uppermost, F-cup set of tits and the start start of the valley between the E-cups below them. The final set of D-cup tits were on either side of her belly button. Below them was a sizable bulge that sat proudly in her tight jeans as she strode across the damp sidewalk toward "Caffeine Cove," her favorite coffee shop in Studio City.

Each step was made a bit more complicated by her heat. Her sheath, clit, and nipples were all distractingly sensitive.

As she opened the door to "Caffeine Cove," her tail swished. The interior was all light wood with sea glass accents. On the far wall hung an etched glass menu with all the drinks listed. Behind the counter, an anthro vixen with striking yellow eyes, bright red hair, and a sea green apron listened as a female anthro Holstein cow rattled off her somewhat complex order.

The Holstein had wide hips and was wearing a long-sleeve light blue sweater with wide cuffs. Holding her right hand was a diminutive copy of herself with curly blonde hair and a lavender bow tied at the base of her little cow tail.

"Mommy? Can I have something?" the calf asked.

"As long as it's not coffee, sure." The mother looked down, a soft smile on her muzzle.

"Hmm, I want chocolate." The calf's tail flicked with excitement.

Ramda put hand on her belly, feeling the ribbed texture of her blouse under her paw pads. Her hand was resting just below her lowest set of breasts and the emptiness she felt there was enough to swallow her whole.

"Do you mean a hot chocolate?" the mother chuckled.

"Yes, but not too hot. I burnt my tongue last time." The little girl stuck out her tongue for emphasis, muffling the end of her statement.

"That's because you didn't listen to momma and wait till it cooled down."

"But it smelled so good! And oh!" The little girl bounced on her hooves as she got an idea. "Cinnamon! Can they put cinnamon in it?"

The little girl was too cute. If only-- Ramda's eyes got wet just as she took her hand off her belly.

"We absolutely can. Do you want us to dust it on the top or do you want us to put some cinnamon flavor in the milk?" The vixen behind the counter leaned forward as she spoke to get a better look at the little girl.

"Dusted on top, like momma does!" The little girl's voice rose with excitement.

The mother looked like she was about to melt. Her smile was full of pride and adoration.

Ramda looked away, her tail curled between her legs. She needed to have a little girl of her own someday. But to do that, her streak of bad luck with lovers had to come to an end. Up until now, they'd either pretended to be kind until their selfishness became obvious or they'd balked when she admitted to wanting to start a family. Honestly, it was time to start seriously thinking about becoming a single mom.

Ramda didn't notice it was her turn to order until the mother and the little girl were standing off to the side. The mother gave Ramda a bright smile and Ramda smiled right back as she stepped up to the counter.

"What'll you have, Ramda?" The vixen behind the counter asked.

"An espresso con panna and I'm really feeling the cinnamon today, so give me two good dashes of it this time." Ramda winked at the little girl.

The little girl giggled.

Once Ramda had her drink, she found a seat near the window and sipped it slowly, enjoying the whip cream, the cinnamon, and the fruity, Ethiopian espresso this shop used. The whole time, the little girl was watching her intently while her mother was preoccupied with her phone.

Ramda purposefully got some of the whip cream on her canine nose and then made a show of licking it off. She was rewarded with more giggles and happy bouncing from the calf. The mother stroked her daughter's head to calm her down, her eyes still on her phone.

The calf pressed up into her mother's caress, making Ramda's heart ache once again. In a few years, she'd be forty. Someday soon, no matter what it took, she'd start her journey toward motherhood.

After finishing her drink, she put the seafoam-colored mug in the bus bin and headed out to her Subaru.

    *

Ramda drove up to the small, white and pink building of the laundromat which was surrounded by a parking lot. The glistening, drizzle-soaked sidewalk, and the curb outside it, kept cars from running right into the tall glass windows which provided glamorous views of the stainless-steel-clad laundry machines inside. In addition to the white light from the laundromat's interior was magenta and blue light from the neon sign just to the side of the massive, sliding front door. The white and colored light made streaks in the glistening sidewalk that looked like a tie dye version of the trans flag.

What the sign spelled out always made Ramda smirk: "Fully Loaded Laundrette." "Laundrette" was written in a beautiful, blue cursive while "Fully Loaded" was spelled out in blocky letters. The magenta from the sign reflected quite brightly off of Ramda's dark magenta fur while the blue made her verdant green eyes look like tropical lagoons. In the lower left corner of the same window that held the neon sign was a sticker with the words "Herms are Welcome Here" and next to that sticker was a rainbow sticker with black text that said "All Critters Welcome Here, No Matter Who You Love."

Still smirking at the laundromat's name, Ramda went through the automatic door, grabbed a laundry cart, and brought it up to the back of her green Subaru. Then she popped the hatch and started loading up the cart with winter blankets that were too bulky for the janky washers at her apartment complex. She kept her motions slow and methodical to avoid letting any of the blankets touch the wet pavement. Then she wheeled the cart up the ramp in the sidewalk.

Her wolf ears drooped as she saw the dirty streaks the wheels of the laundry cart were leaving along with her boot prints as she made her way inside the building. She hated making extra work for the staff.

Halloween decorations were dangling from the scaffolding and the shiny metal ducting in the ceiling. Just inside the door was a wraith with a pumpkin head, the distressed cloth that made up its nearly two dimensional body dangling menacingly in front of the row of medium capacity washers. On top of the first giant, five-foot-tall washer in the high capacity row was a two-foot-tall black cat figure with a purple witch's hat. Its orange-lighted eyes and bow tie were semi-reflective, leading to a hall of mirrors effect that caused anyone who looked closely to stare into infinity.

Ramda caught herself staring overlong into that cat's eyes and then noticed that there were four more of them placed throughout the laundromat. There were seven more wraiths, half of them with white, ghostly heads instead of pumpkins. The bathroom door, and the door to the employees only area, had fake spider webs all over them, adorned with little plastic spiders. Playing over the speakers, a bit too loudly for Ramda's sensitive wolf ears, was Halloween music from an eclectic playlist.

As Ramda pushed the cart over to the high capacity washers, her hefty balls bounced against the confines of her snug-fitting dark gray jeans. Her six tits jiggled in her green blouse right along with them as she went, her nipples hardening and her sheath tingling. There was a reason she sometimes had to take a day or two off work during her heat. She was hoping she'd get through this whole ordeal without having to strategize ways to hide the outline of her erection going down her pant leg.

Once she was in front of the first huge washer in the high capacity row, she turned the handle that locked the washer's door shut and opened it.

A bright red Nissan Xterra, which looked like it had had its rough terrain capabilities thoroughly tested, pulled up as Ramda was stuffing a fuzzy maroon blanket into the washer. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the Xterra's driver's side door opening and a massive anthro paint Clydesdale getting out. The dark splotches in the Clydesdale's fur were a beautiful shade of dark reddish-brown while the rest of her fur was a pristine white. Her mane was a mixture of reddish brown and white, depending on where splotches intersected it. On just about anyone else, her breasts would have looked humongous, but on her seven-foot-two stature, they merely looked large.

Ramda's paw-padded hands were holding a blanket she'd already stuffed into the washer. Her eyes moved over the Clydesdale's form, catching her wide shoulders, her open jean jacket, the purple blouse with tassels that she was wearing under it, and the ripped capri jeans that adorned her lower half. Capri jeans which were being held up by a dark leather belt with a buffalo in the belt buckle.

Below that belt buckle was a bulge that made Ramda's pussy twitch. This horse's balls had to hit like fists when one was getting pummeled by the monster she was hiding in her jeans.

Ramda gasped when the Clydesdale put her hands on her hips and tilted her pelvis to show off her bulge even more. The confident grin on her face made the problem between Ramda's legs get far worse. Ramda averted her eyes, wondering just how long she'd been staring.

Getting the rest of her blankets into the first washer and then filling a second one, Ramda added detergent to the detergent dispensers. After that, she pulled out the jar of quarters she'd collected since her last trip to the laundromat and added them to the washers. The first washer was fine, but the second one was feisty and spit out every other quarter. Each quarter had to be inserted just right, apparently.

After a string of seven quarters going in fine, it started spitting them out again and Ramda swore under her breath.

"That washer should be ashamed of treating such a gorgeous girl that way." The Clydesdale's voice came out with a beautiful southern drawl. She had an entire laundry bag laying atop each shoulder and the way she was holding them showed off her incredible biceps.

Ramda stopped dead. She'd never felt small at a few inches over six feet tall, but this horse had nearly a foot of height on her. And the way the Clydesdale was looking at her was making Ramda's panties feel tight.

"Sorry, I keep forgetting how imposing I am." The Clydesdale took a nimble step back on her wide hooves.

"No, you're fine, dear. It's just--I'm used to being the tallest woman in the room." Ramda shrugged, letting a bit of her nervousness out with a chuckle.

"Trust me, I know how you feel. I've seen a couple girls taller than me in my life, but it's a rare occasion for sure." The Clydesdale's tail flicked as she set the laundry bags down in front of the two washers to Ramda's right. Then she held out a hand with a leathery palm and thick, hoof-like, fingernails. "Name's Hazel, sweetie."

"I'm Ramda." Blushing, Ramda grabbed Hazel's hand and gave a very solid shake. "And sweetie? Really? Look, I may be smaller than you, but what about me suggests sweetie's the right fit?"

"Punk is a good look for you, but my gut's telling me you have a heart of gold." Opening the door to the washer directly in front of her, Hazel started loading it.

Hazel's scent was similar to sawdust and sandalwood laced with sweetgrass and clover. It was easily as potent as the turmeric and curry scent of Ramda's heat.

"Part of me wants to argue with you, but I don't know what good it would do me. Being an asshole is a lot of work for very little payoff. So, I just treat people as kindly as I can and only growl at them when they deserve it." Ramda got the rest of the quarters in while she spoke and then started both washers.

"There's no point in arguing when we're both firmly on the same page." Hazel's tail flicked behind her, which had a pretty braid running down the first third of its length. "Honestly, though, I'd love to hear you growl. Since I first saw you, I've wanted to hear all your wolf noises." The twang in her voice added a lot of oomph to her statement, her voice becoming low and sultry toward the end of her sentence.

"Fuck, girl, I haven't had anyone come onto me this strong in a long time." Ramda chuckled. "Not that I'm complaining. I've got a soft spot for equines."

"Sorry, but I'll need to get some physical evidence to confirm your level of softness." Hazel grinned, closing the door to the first washer she'd just finished filling.

"Keep buttering me up and I'll give you plenty of evidence." Ramda's tail wagged.

"We won't need butter, I'm sure you'll be plenty wet enough by the time I take you for a test drive." Hazel swatted Ramda's ass with her tail. "I can tell you're in heat, dear."

"Ngh!" Ramda shivered as her pussy clenched. It was getting very moist between her legs. "Yeah, and so are you. It's dangerous for us to both be here at the same time."

"You're the sort of danger I want to get into." Hazel winked.

"Oof, you keep hitting my buttons. Once you've got your loads going, let's exchange numbers," Ramda said as she took a seat in one of the six bright blue blow-molded chairs that were all affixed to a metal bar that was bolted into the floor. They were right in front of one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and they had holes in the backs for tails to go through.

"I'm sure I'll find more of your buttons on our first date," Hazel said as she closed the second washer and got out her detergent.

"We'll have to see who finds the most buttons." Ramda smirked.

"A competition we'll both enjoy." Putting quarters in, Hazel flicked her tail, which brought her scent to Ramda's nose. It was even stronger than before.

Ramda blushed as she noticed her own scent had gotten quite thick. She was glad that the two humans and two other anthros that were in the laundromat were far enough away they weren't paying attention to her and Hazel. Though, she suspected, hiding their horniness was going to get really tough if they kept riling each other up.

"Do you know what the hardest part of my heat is? It's when my body's desire to get knocked up mixes with my deep desire to be a mom someday." Plopping down right next to Ramda, Hazel sighed. "I've had lovers run for the hills from the intensity of it. I'm telling you this now so you have the option to bail before we get any more fond of each other. I'm done feeling bad about it or trying to hide it. If we get close, I'm going to want children."

Ramda's eyes widened more and more as Hazel spoke. How was it that this incredible, honest, and beautiful woman had not found someone yet? Ramda's muzzle fell open, but she couldn't find words.

"Figures. You'd think I'd learn not to come off so strong after all my failures, but I'm an equine. Our stubbornness is legendary for a reason." Hazel's ears drooped in disappointment as she started getting up.

Still at a loss for words, Ramda reached out and grabbed the braided upper part of Hazel's tail.

"Huh?" Hazel looked down at Ramda.

"Please stay." Ramda's voice trembled with emotion. Her ears were flat against her head as her heart pounded and her eyes got wet.

"Oh? Are you okay?" Hazel put an arm around Ramda as she sat back down.

A voluptuous female cougar walked past the two of them, pushing a laundry cart. She spared a glance for Hazel, one of her ears flicking as she checked Hazel out. Her tail swayed with that alluring weightlessness only felines could pull off as she went by.

"Yeah, just, I need a moment." Ramda's eyes shed a few tears as she enjoyed Hazel's embrace and stared at the sudsy clothes tumbling in the washers in front of her. It wasn't until the washers switched tumbling directions twice that she had the courage to divulge her deepest pain. "I--I want children too, so badly it hurts." The words felt like they were blocks of wood that were too big for Ramda's muzzle and getting them out was a challenge. She'd never felt more vulnerable.

"From your scent, I can tell you're a herm too, so we could take care of that for each other easily." Hazel hugged Ramda against her side and then let go.

"It would be nice for something like that to work out finally." Ramda's tail wagged.

"Geez, your heat is driving me crazy." Hazel spread her legs, her thick equine prick shoving its way down her right pant leg.

"Sorry. Maybe we shouldn't sit so close to--" Ramda trailed off as she watched Hazel's dick pulse, getting more erect by the second.

"You think I'm getting stiff just because I'm sitting next to ya? Nah." Hazel chuckled and shook her head. "When I'm in heat, I have to get off at least four times a day. It'd happen sooner or later whether I'd met a hot mama like you or not."

"That's fair." Ramda gasped as her own prick shoved its way down her left pant leg and her pussy wet her panties. "I'm pretty much the same."

A curvy, wine-tinted-purple orca-dragoness maybe an inch taller than Hazel with long, rabbit-like ears walked into the laundromat and set hir big laundry bag in a cart. Shi was wearing a cyan wrap dress that had an extra big cleavage window which showed off hir two impressive pairs of tits. The dress hugged her hips so closely that it did nothing to hide the bulge between hir wide thighs. The tawny-beige scales that covered the lower half of hir snout and went down hir front to the underside of hir tail glistened in the bright light of the laundromat.

Both Hazel and Ramda were distracted by hir until shi turned hir head toward them and tilted it. Catching themselves staring, Ramda and Hazel looked away.

"So, let's change the subject so we can stay at a simmer and not boil over." Hazel took a deep breath. "What are ya looking forward to the most when it comes to having kids?"

"There's so many things I'm not even sure where to start." Ramda thought for a moment, her ears perking up. "I was gaslighted and talked over for most of my childhood and my feelings were never as important as keeping the peace. For a good while, I believed I was a guy and I had to fight myself to have the courage to become my true self. Now I want to use the womb I deserved my whole life, but never had, to experience bringing new life into the world. New life that I can raise with a million times more love and care than my parents spared for me. A child that grows up with so much love around them that, long after I'm gone, they'll have ample love to spare."

As Ramda spoke, the dragon's huge ears turned back toward her. Then the dragon turned hir head to follow. Her eyes were glassy with emotion while hir snout had this warm smile, hir lips curling just a little at the edges. Hazel's mouth was hanging open and the look on her muzzle was something between shock and delight. Tears started falling down her cheeks, her ears at half mast.

Putting her arm around Hazel, Ramda said, "Sorry, was that too much?"

Now that they were sharing an embrace, Hazel's dark brown eyes went from being wide in surprise to half-lidded and sultry. Instead of speaking, she blew air out of her nostrils, making them rattle. After that show of equine familiarity and interest, she leaned in, until her massive muzzle collided with Ramda's. Then she put a hand on the side of Ramda's muzzle and parted her lips.

Hazel wanting to kiss her after she poured her heart out like that was making Ramda's heart soar. Her tail wagged as she licked at Hazel's lips. Then her wagging got way worse as Hazel licked back with her powerful equine tongue. Their muzzles parted more, their tongues wrestling as they went from a kiss between new friends to the sort of kiss most people only shared in a bedroom.

Ramda soon had two handfuls of Hazel's mane while Hazel fondled the several inches of wolf cock that had made it down Ramda's pant leg. With a moan, Ramda opened her muzzle more and tipped it to the side. Hazel took her lead and deepened the kiss. Now they were licking at the roofs of each other's mouths and flicking their tongues across each other's teeth. Ramda's hands moved from Hazel's mane to Hazel's huge tits. Her hands felt small compared to them and her prick got harder than ever.

With her free hand, Hazel toyed with Ramda's middle set of breasts, flicking her hard nipples. It wasn't long until Ramda had felt over every square inch of Hazel's bosom and Hazel had gotten every one of Ramda's nipples to perk up. They were both panting as Hazel grabbed Ramda's right hand and planted it on top of the throbbing equine shaft in her jeans.

Ramda's tail flagged and her pussy clenched as she felt along the enormity of Hazel's flared member. Ramda's snatch was smoldering, leaking so much fem juice that her jeans were sopping wet. She gasped and shuddered, her control over her tongue getting very sloppy. Not even a minute later, she let out a needful whine.

Hazel suddenly pulled out of the kiss. "OW! FUCK!" She gently but urgently left Ramda's embrace and stood up. Unbuckling her belt and then unbuttoning her jeans in front and back, she unzipped them and pulled them down along with herm boxers. Ramda watched in awe as Hazel's dark brown and pink mottled horse length was freed from the clothing that had been imprisoning it. As her flare cleared the waist of her boxers, it flicked upwards and a bead of pre flew off the tip. "Whew. Was gonna need medical attention if I didn't air her out. This is what I get for being out in public when I'm in heat."

Ramda's eyes were as wide as saucers, her muzzle half-open as she tried to process what had just happened. Her body was hot all over and her own prick was very unhappy to be trapped in her jeans.

Tossing her pants and boxers to the side, which were completely soaked by fem juices, Hazel sat back down next to Ramda. Both Ramda, and the tall dragoness, stared at the sixteen inch monster jutting up from Hazel's loins.

As if this situation was perfectly normal, Hazel continued the conversation. "Sorry for getting carried away. It's just that you basically told my life story back there. I want to be a mom for much the same reasons. And just like you, I had to claim my womb. I wasn't born with one either."

"I'm glad it connected with you so well, but you're, uhh--" Ramda gestured frantically toward Hazel's erection, having no idea how to word what she was going to say next. Her tail was still flagging and her cunt was quivering with so much excitement that her legs were shaking.

The dragoness tried and failed to hide a laughing fit. The cougar peered around the row of washers and her eyes went wide with delight. A small meerkat guy was doing everything in his power to ignore what was going on while his gryphon boyfriend was a bit fascinated. They were both standing in front of the second row of high-capacity washers, in full view of Hazel.

"If you're so intent on hiding it, why don't you have a seat?" Hazel grinned. "We're herms and can take care of each other right here, right now."

"But we're both in heat in the middle of a laundromat. We're not thinking straight." Despite her words, Ramda sniffed the air, taking in more of Hazel's scent. She knew how she was supposed to act, but her grasp on rational behavior was as slippery as Hazel's precum-soaked shaft.

"Why fight it? We're both primed to make a bad decision, but if that decision ends in us being pregnant, are either of us going to complain at this point?" Hazel stroked her dick, letting out a seductive nicker. "We both want kids and we both have the equipment to make 'em."

Ramda let out a soft howl as she barely resisted the urge to pounce on Hazel's prick. It felt like her whole body was blushing while her crotch was pulsing incessantly. All the teasing and arousal from Hazel's scent was mixing with the potent desire inside her. She couldn't believe Hazel was just sitting there with her cock out like it was no big deal. It was so fucking hot!

"Come on, girl. This is your chance." Hazel's eyes were half-lidded and she was breathing heavily. She was so deep in heat that it was a wonder that she was even forming words at this point. "I wanna put a foal in you."

The word "heat" for the time where some woman fell into a state where their body was primed for breeding had always seemed like a colloquial term to Ramda. In this moment, however, Ramda's body felt incandescent, like she had a fever.

She started panting as she got a faraway look in her eyes. The world got simpler as the fact they were in a laundromat, had onlookers, and every social rule she'd learned over her life became completely unimportant. The only thing she cared about was jutting out from between Hazel's legs.

Ramda's paw-padded hands reached down behind her and unbuttoned the strap that went over her tail before unbuttoning the waist of her jeans. Then she pulled off her jeans and herm-friendly panties before taking her jacket and blouse off.

"Good thinking." Hazel pulled off her jacket, blouse, and bra as Ramda approached her.

"I'm so hot. Can't think. I need--" Ramda couldn't stop panting, her canine pussy and cock were dripping with readiness, leaving clear droplets on the floor. She was so hot, like there was a hearth in her loins. Grabbing Hazel's dick with both paws, she said, "I need this." Then she took Hazel's flare into her maw, tasting Hazel's delicious, sweet-grass-like, pre.

"Nnnggh! That feels good, but it's not gonna get you pregnant." Hazel grabbed Ramda's head and pulled Ramda's maw off of her dick. Then she kissed Ramda deeply, her huge equine tongue overpowering Ramda's canine one. "Get your footpaws up on this bench and let me give you what you really want."

"Awwwrrrruuuu!" Ramda's tail flagged so violently that it trembled. Then she frantically put a footpaw on either side of Hazel's loins and squatted until her canine spade touched the head of Hazel's dick. Her heart pounded in her ears as Hazel's blunt cock head stretched her wider and wider. Just as she thought she couldn't stretch any wider, the head popped in. She yipped loudly, losing control of her legs.

Hazel caught Ramda's hips, making sure the poor canine didn't impale herself too quickly. Then, she whinnied as she let Ramda's tight depths fall onto her shaft. The friction caused by so much stretching slowed them down, but Hazel was leaking a lot of pre and Ramda was extremely wet. Hazel's prick had this slight texture, slight differences in thickness that patterned like a wave up her shaft. It was an artifact of how her prick scrunched up when compacted into her sheath and it was teasing at Ramda's entrance and clit.

Wave after wave of pleasure was traveling through Ramda and when they got to Hazel's medial ring, Ramda was on the edge.

Knowing this, Hazel tugged Ramda downwards, shoving her medial ring in.

Ramda howled as she came hard, her passage rippling around Hazel's length. Her back arched, her prick spurted pre into Hazel's belly fur, and her whole body trembled. None of Ramda's toys was quite this big and it was both thrilling and intimidating to have this much dick in her. Her instincts desired every inch, so even with her orgasm lingering, she continued sitting on Hazel's dick. The moment she felt Hazel's huge nuts parked against her butt, her orgasm went even higher.

As Ramda was cumming, Hazel stroked her head fur. There was a gigantic smile on her muzzle and her eyes were unfocused from being deep into her heat.

The moment Ramda came down from her peak, Hazel lifted her up and then dropped her.

Ramda grunted, feeling Hazel pull out halfway and then gasped as she was dropped back into Hazel's lap. This fluctuating feeling of fullness was accompanied by her six tits flailing wildly and whacking into Hazel's titanic tiddies. Ramda's prick was sliding against the fur and a bit of extra padding around Hazel's middle.

As Hazel thrusted, Ramda could feel Hazel's powerful abs under the softness in her belly. Ramda's whole body shivered with desire thinking about the powerful woman under her. The strength of Hazel's grip, the definition in her biceps, and the extremely well developed muscles in her thick thighs gave Ramda the idea that Hazel could yeet her across the laundromat.

Hazel's dick was so big that it made a visible bulge in Ramda's abdomen as it slid in and out. Being this full of dick was incredible. Her two lower sets of tits hung a bit more to the side when Hazel was fully up in her. Then there was the decadent sensation of Hazel's flare and medial ring caressing Ramda's muscular walls over and over. Besides how deep Hazel was managing to thrust, Ramda's favorite part of it all was feeling the medial ring pop in and out of her over and over, hitting her clit each time.

With a growl, Ramda picked up the pace, bouncing on Hazel like a car on a poorly maintained gravel road.

"Hnnnggh! Ramda, I'm getting close!" Hazel's dick was harder than ever, her flare and medial ring enlarging.

"I want a foal!" Ramda growled as she spoke, her whole body tingling with anticipation.

"One foal, COMING UP!" Hazel's voice broke into a neigh as her flare expanded and her shaft started lurching inside Ramda. As cum started gushing out of her shaft, she grabbed Ramda and pulled her down, getting in as deep as possible.

Ramda screamed and then howled as she felt Hazel's virile seed fill her womb. Pleasure crashed in her like waves during a squall and she couldn't sit still. Her hips rocked with those waves, extracting as much bliss as possible while Hazel groaned and held Ramda against her. Pressure built in Ramda's passage and womb as the seal from Hazel's flare and medial ring held true. Having Hazel's balls parked against her while she felt the waves of contractions travel up Hazel's length was a delightful cascade of sensations that kept her orgasm going for an eternity.

The moment Ramda's peak ended, she hugged Hazel tightly, tears falling down her cheeks. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." She repeated those words softly, over and over, even though she was short of breath. Relief poured over her as she cried in Hazel's embrace.

"Aww, if you feel this strongly about being a mom, you definitely deserve to be one." Hazel stroked the back of Ramda's head lovingly as she waited for Ramda's tears to abate. Then she leaned back in the chair and tugged on Ramda's prick. "You'll be thanking me again after you've gotten a chance to knot my mare parts."

"Rrrhh!" Ramda's dick twitched, still hard as ever and leaking precum into Hazel's already soaked belly fur.

"Oh, do you want to make me a mommy too?" Hazel grinned.

Ramda's tail wagged as she hid her muzzle by pressing it against Hazel's shoulder. Leaning against her this way was squishing Ramda's four upper tits against Hazel's hefty single pair. Feeling Hazel's perked-up nipples poke at her fur was making Ramda's dick thunder with excitement. Everything about this Clydesdale appealed to Ramda so much that she couldn't control herself. She wanted to feel Hazel's body against her as long as possible, she wanted to be inside Hazel and feel Hazel cum around her shaft, and she wanted to make Hazel smile as many times as she could. It was so stupid that Ramda was this head over heels only an hour after meeting Hazel, but she'd never felt this way about anyone, ever.

Everyone in the laundromat was now watching them or pretending not to. The cougar kept glancing at them like she had snuck into a late night porno showing at a movie theater. The gryphon looked like he'd forgotten why he was in the laundromat altogether. His boyfriend rolled his eyes and shook his head after another failed attempt to get his partner's attention. The purple dragoness with four large tits was near them, hir cheeks blushing while hir twin erections made tents in hir cyan wrap dress.

Before Ramda could respond, the purple dragoness pulled off hir panties and held them out. They were so wet with femme nectar and precum, they were dripping. "What you said about being a mother was beautiful and I was also not born with a womb. It's way past time I use it. This entire laundrette smells like you two's heat and you're going to take responsibility for getting me this worked up." Shi looked Hazel in the eye. "I'd like to raise a little dragon horse. So, I want you to put a baby in me."

"Can do, honey." Hazel chuckled, the scent of her heat as strong as ever. "It's been a while since I've dipped into a scaly snatch."

Ramda's mouth opened and then closed and then opened again. This entire situation was tumbling out of control, but she didn't have the will to correct it. With her heat gripping her so tightly, filling Hazel with her seed was like a law of thermodynamics. It had to happen.

"You're pretty shy for a woman who's sitting on a dick in the middle of a laundrette." The dragoness padded toward Ramda. Hir serpentine movements were as seductive as hir low, breathy voice. "Your moans and howls made me shudder with anticipation and watching you two got me so tingly I can hardly stand. The least you could do is share your horse with me." Shi put hir fingers underneath Ramda's chin and gently got Ramda to look into hir cyan eyes. "Doesn't that seem fair?" This dragon's words had an immense confidence behind them, like shi was queen of the entire world.

"Y-yes." Ramda felt dizzy under hir gaze because she was used to being the more dominant partner in bed. Hazel's playful dominance had really helped her switch side come out, but in front of this dragon, Ramda was a total sub.

"Good girl." The dragoness pet gently over Ramda's whiskers. "My name's Sadie, what's yours?"

"Ramda." Her tail wagged despite her annoyance at how well the words "good girl" worked on her.

"I'm Hazel." Hazel waved theatrically.

"Nice to meet you two." Sadie crossed her arms and then pulled off hir dress in one smooth motion. Hir curvy, muscular body was now in full view along with hir four tits, huge balls, and twin, cyan, prehensile pricks. The orca part of hir background was definitely showing in that shi had rounder features than most dragons as well as a soft layer of fat under hir scales.

Both Hazel and Ramda gasped at how gorgeous shi was.

Sadie leaned in and kissed Ramda deeply, using hir long, forked tongue to great effect. Ramda's tongue managed to wrestle with it some, but it was a real challenge to gain the upper hand. So, she didn't even try and let Sadie have hir way. By the time the kiss was over, Ramda's head was spinning.

Hazel made very pleased noises as she shared a kiss with Sadie and watching them made Ramda's whole body ache for more herm sex.

"I'm not in the mood to wait, so get up and make my day." Sadie reached between them, grabbed Ramda's cock, and squeezed. "Plus, I know how much you want to put this beautiful cock in her." Shi let go.

The squeeze to Ramda's cock made her gasp. Then she followed Sadie's orders and stood. Hazel's dick had retreated halfway, but the flare was still holding most of Hazel's mess inside Ramda. When Hazel's length popped free, cum flooded out and made a big puddle on the floor. Ramda blushed and moaned as she felt the excess hot sticky fluid leave her.

Ramda took a few steps while avoiding the cum lake she'd made so she could make sure her legs worked. Hazel got up on her hooves as Sadie leaned over the bench, hir four tits dangling deliciously, as shi lifted hir tail. Two heavy nuts, each bigger than one of Ramda's fists hung in a scaly, light-orange-scaled sac and above that sac was a plump pussy that looked quite equine. The inner folds, and the big clit that throbbed between them, were the same bright cyan of Sadie's irises, dicks, and nipples.

The part that made Ramda moan and fidget was Sadie's cocks reaching back, pressing against each side of hir pussy, and spreading it open. It was a pose only hir unique anatomy allowed.

Hazel nickered as she put her face between Sadie's legs and lapped at the back of hir sac. She worked her way up to Sadie's snatch as she raised her braided tail for Ramda.

"Oh wow," Ramda said as she viewed Hazel's glorious back end. There was a splotch of color on Hazel's U-shaped mare snatch that turned the soft pink lips a dark brown along with the lower half of Hazel's equine donut of a tailhole. Her sac hung proudly below her pussy, plump with fist-sized balls a third larger than Ramda's own impressive package.

Taking a page out of Hazel's book, Ramda licked along the velvety flesh at the back of Hazel's sac. The scent went from musky sawdust and sandalwood to sweetgrass and clover as she got closer and closer to Hazel's snatch.

Putting her lips around Hazel's thick clit, Ramda sucked and was rewarded with a powerful wink. Hazel's juices splashed on Ramda's muzzle, covering Ramda in her scent. Ramda's prick throbbed so hard that it ached as she shoved her tongue into Hazel's muscular love canal. The sweet, tangy, and salty flavors that mixed with Hazel's scent made for a delicious experience that Ramda savored.

Hazel winked around Ramda's tongue and whinnied twice before she stood up and stepped toward Sadie.

With Hazel on the move, Ramda stood up so she could watch Hazel shove her cock into Sadie's waiting snatch. Witnessing Sadie get stretched open by Hazel's flare made Ramda light headed and hearing Sadie's chitters of ecstasy made Ramda's knees weak.

Sadie groped hir four tits as Hazel entered.

When Ramda's attention fell back on Hazel, she realized Hazel's extra height would make it hard for her to line up without some help. Just as Ramda's heat-muddied mind tried to figure out what to do about that problem, Sadie widened hir stance and bent hir knees, forcing Hazel to do the same to stay inside.

With Hazel's muff now at the perfect height, Ramda's instincts took over. She got right behind Hazel, aimed her prick, and then Hazel's hips jerked backwards. Ramda yipped in surprise as her prick disappeared into Hazel's pussy. It was clear that Ramda's impressive girth was making more of a tight fit than Hazel was used to, but Hazel's stretchy cunt was more than up to the task. Even Ramda's uninflated knot, the thickest part of her shaft made it in. It helped that Hazel's depths were sopping wet.

With a growl, Ramda grabbed Hazel's hip with one paw-padded hand and the base of her tail with the other. Then she matched the tempo Hazel was using to ravish Sadie. Each time Hazel pulled back, Ramda slammed forwards. They were going so hard that everyone was panting a couple minutes in.

Hazel whinnied as her cunt quivered, a female orgasm taking her by surprise.

Even after Hazel's passage stopped rippling from her orgasm, the muscles inside Hazel were so active, so strong, that Ramda was hurtling toward her own release. Every time she shoved into Hazel, Hazel's walls added a bit of extra tension, making Hazel's snatch feel nice and tight.

"Yes! Hazel! Fuck you're big!" Sadie cried out between breaths.

"Ngh! I love your pussy!" Hazel spanked Sadie's round ass. "Ramda! You feel so fucking good in there!"

"Rrrrhhh! I'm gonna give you pups!" Ramda went even harder, making her tits bounce all over the place while her balls smacked against Hazel's over and over.

"YES! Can't wait!" Hazel reached around and started jacking Sadie's prehensile pricks.

Sadie roared as hir hips moved feverishly.

Ramda howled at the increase in desperation, her instincts running wild.

The occupants of the laundromat were in various stages of awe. The gryphon had a tent in his pants, one of the cougar's hands had disappeared into her sweatpants. Her hips were bucking and she was biting her other hand to stay quiet. A slinky female ferret who had entered not five minutes ago had completely forgotten what she'd come here to do. Her wide eyes watched the much larger herms go at it as she held a hand in front of her muzzle. She was stuck between embarrassment and fascination, unable to look away.

Sadie must've had it in for Ramda because, as Ramda matched the new, frantic pace, Sadie's tail found its way up Ramda's left leg. Then, as Ramda started grunting from the effort of each thrust, the tip of Sadie's tail speared Ramda's spade.

"You NAUGHTY dragon!" Ramda yelled.

"Oooh! You have an incredible pussy!" Sadie flicked the tip of hir tail inside Ramda.

"Awwwrrrruuu!" Ramda arched her back as a jolt of pleasure ran through her. Having Sadie's tail in there was making the sensations from her dick even more intense. She could feel every fold and turn of flesh inside Hazel.

"Grrrrhhh! I'm gonna make a mess!" Sadie growled as she rolled hir hips, fucking Hazel's hand with hir prehensile lengths.

"I'm gonnaaaahhh! GIVE YOU A FOAL!" Hazel neighed as she lost it.

Ramda could feel the pulsing of Hazel's shaft while buried in Hazel's depths.

"And you're gonna be full of MY PUPS!" Ramda made three hard thrusts as her knot got harder and harder to pull out. On the last one, she slammed in while her dick was jerking, about to blow.

Sadie roared, shaking the windows while hir hips moved in little circles and hir dicks spurted ropes of cum that splattered across the window behind the row of blue seats shi was leaning on. Hir shafts were shooting so hard that the sound of hir jets hitting the glass could be heard throughout the laundromat. Soon it looked like someone had spilled a gallon of paint all over the window and spooge was pooling on the floor below.

With a howl and her knot sealing in her virile seed, Ramda's prick exploded inside Hazel. As Ramda delivered rope after rope of her cum, hot, ecstatic shocks reverberated through her. The tips of her toes, and ears ached, her cheeks felt hot, and her chest felt buoyant. Then, Sadie's tail swirled inside her and a female orgasm hit her out of nowhere. Her voice broke into a screech as a yip and a howl tried to occupy the same space.

Ramda was cumming so hard that she had a headache of sorts. She couldn't close her muzzle because she was so busy howling and moaning. Her whole body was locked in the position she'd ended her last thrust on while she held onto Hazel for dear life.

For a moment, she couldn't even breathe and felt like sparks were spilling down her head, shoulders, and abdomen. But once the highest peak of her orgasm passed, her body loosened. Her knot being lodged inside Hazel was the only reason she was managing to stay on her feet.

Hazel whinnied and then neighed as she milked Ramda's length for all it could provide and filled Sadie with her thick cream. As she fought to stay standing, her legs trembled and her tail flailed, bopping Ramda's muzzle a couple times. For a moment, Ramda thought all of them were going to topple over, but Hazel came out of her herm orgasm soon enough that she was able to steady herself.

They were all left panting and blinking in the daze of afterglow. None of them looked like they fully knew where they were as they stared off into the blissful distance.

The cougar was panting too, having just cum around her fingers. The gryphon's load was leaking out of his meerkat boyfriend's mouth. The ferret had her leggings pulled down and was jilling herself while looking at Sadie's twin pricks. Her eight tits gyrating as she did so.

When the ferret finally screamed in orgasm, Ramda's mind stopped drifting and returned to the present moment.

Ramda's heat was sated for now and embarrassment hit her full force as she looked around the laundromat. Noting that the other occupants were in various stages of their own lewd behaviors, she started to relax. She'd heard stories about what happens when anthros in heat got frisky in public, but she'd never experienced it herself.

The context of what she'd just done hit her hard and she started crying, thinking about having a little one of her own. She hoped, more than anything, that Hazel's seed would take in her womb. A foal pup of her own would be so adorable, so precious and lovable.

"Aww, are you okay, dear?" Hazel's eyes were wet, but she was a lot more composed than Ramda.

"Yeah, just so happy." Ramda hugged Hazel from behind. "And overwhelmed."

"I'm overwhelmed too. I'll probably be crying a lot more later, but right now, I have an important question." Hazel reached back and grabbed Ramda's right hand in hers. "We don't have to be a couple, but are you okay with exchanging contact info and helping each other out in being new mommies? My gut tells me you're a good wolf and I'll need all the help I can get. Plus, if one of us didn't get knocked up, we can get together and try and try again."

"Absolutely, I would love to team up on that." Ramda gave Hazel's hand a squeeze.

"I'm so glad. So so glad." Hazel started crying.

Sadie pulled hir tail out of Ramda and then hugged Hazel with it until Hazel's tears died down.

Ramda hugged Hazel from behind supporting her while she shed her own tears.

"Sadie, would you like help being a mom too?" Ramda asked when their crying was mostly over.

"Yes, absolutely!" Hir ears perked up and she smiled brightly. "I never thought I'd have other herm moms to connect with and if more incredible sex is on the table, there's no way I could refuse."

Hazel nickered. "Oh, honey, I'm up for us having sex on a table, on the couch, in the back seat of a car--"

"In a laundromat," Ramda interrupted.

While they all laughed, Ramda felt warm everywhere, cozy. She hadn't been this optimistic in over a decade. She knew without a doubt, for the first time in her life, she was truly ready to be a mother and she had a feeling Hazel and Sadie were going to be good friends; with far more benefits than most friendships ever afforded.

THE END

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