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[PLEASE NOTE: This, being my first entry on a site such as this fine establishment, was a story originally written for a comedic podcast called "Distorted View Daily". As such, its less-than-realistic notions may detract (or distract) from the story's worth and quality. This is more a proof-of-concept rather than me actually doing my best, but it may still get people off. Low on furry in this instance, but I'd just like to get this up there ;) Look for an entirely new series from me in the future.]

MONKEY FUTURE

II : Infestation

Life, as one might say, changes with the Ages. So it was when the Great Councilor outlawed interdimensional condoms. So it was, when the propagation of the human race was turned commercial, then state-controlled. And so it would be, though people wouldn't know it for at least another 21 years, after the terrible, terrible events at the Alpha One Zoological Investigation Centre. If humanity had known about the upcoming crisis which was about to sweep across it, it would still not have been able to stem the tide.

The Tide

Providence, perhaps, is to blame for my being born so close to the ZOO Epicenter, or perhaps God. Whichever it was, the greater coincidence lay in my condition. You see, technological advances (even back then), combined with their spacetrucker profession, lead to some otherworldly spatial phenomena to interfere with my parents' genitalia. When I was finally conceived (in the back of their Starmada 341 parked right underneath New Warsaw), the after-effects of anomalous radiation and the aftershocks of a quantum singularity effect would accumulate most improbably in one single spot, which would, 21 years later, become me.

Human Farms

In my time, though, copulation became increasingly less legal, until finally only the most pristine, the most worthy, the most beautiful men were allowed to even cum in their life: mandatory ultravasectomies awaited all of the less fortunate males of our genus. What men forgot, however, was the ingenuity of a man (or group of men) wanting to get off (or, in this culture, even allow their buddies to.) I was one of these men, and I was helped with my disabled genitals by a most curious assortment of people: Robed and masked, all I got to identify them by was a whiff of a slightly familiar smell. I thought nothing of it, however, as you might imagine, finally being able to fuck once more. They were friendly enough to plant me near one of the Arx Humanii, the only sources of pussy left on Earth. It would later be known, as the Epicenter.

The Dam

Once inside, and helped through the robotic security systems by my mysterious (distant) friends, I found myself faced by what looked like the outside of a large stadium. It was oval-shaped, and there was no way to look in by any discernible means. I heard deep voices from some remote recess of the plant, but paid no attention to them. As I moved closer, I could see that there were odd waist-height receptacle-looking devices lining the outer wall, and, from what I gathered, these were the Orgasmotrons used to select semen specimens suitable for reproduction at the beginning of this Age. It was extremely tempting, as the large diamond-shaped holes (only vaguely resembling worn-out, rubbery vaginas) beckoned my growing rejuvenated cock; but I resisted. The only thing my mysterious friend had told me to do (which I had no problem with, let's be honest), was to unload my first jizz into what lay at the center of this stadium-like chamber; Mother Primus. I went across the adjacent room, and found the entrance. A console flickered to life, prompting me to insert my penis into its scanner interface. The scanning sequence took a few seconds, and it kind of burned on the flesh of my rod, but whosoever had hacked into these systems had done so well; my (slightly bent, foreskin-bearing) member was accepted, and the doors slid open to reveal what was, at that time to me, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

The Room of Reproduction

The monstrous, cavernous main hall of the installation was dome-shaped, and every moan, splatter, grunt and clang reverberated seemingly endlessly. Lining the arched ceiling were small pods with tits protruding from them, with variously-sized abdomens pulsating mesmerizingly attached to them. There was no face attached to these women anymore, they were industrialized uteruses, taken for breeding and in all ways gutted and replaced for optimum efficiency. There were tubes going into their cunts, and every now and again a wad of cum could be seen flitting through the translucency. These emanated from what was happening at the main level of the chamber: A huge tangled altar at the centre, with many tubes, cables and wires running from it in every direction, interconnected with the entirety of the installation. Surrounding it were large pairs of bulbous, succulent tits and asses, with excellently-reproduced cunts reaching back, deep into the recesses of the reproductive machinery. Using these machines, pulsating, shaking, shuddering, sweating and plain, rough fucking these devices, were men.

Genetically perfect, beautiful, huge, muscular men. The kind of men whose chests preceded their faces into any room a good few minutes when entering, and with abs as chiseled and low-fat, as to resemble cheese graters. Their gigantic cocks oscillated and dripped, as they were retrieved from the machinery, and the men, satisfied, were carried upwards by robotic arms, to bio-recycling stations. Their only reason for life was to fuck, just once.

The Breaking of the Dam

My destiny was laid out in front of me. I leapt forwards, freed from my restrictive clothes, my eagerly throbbing cock flapping up and down, to and fro, happy as any reproductive organ could be. My frame, meager in comparison to the God-men surrounding Mother Primus, bobbed and occasionally slipped across the cum-slathered, greasy and disgusting floor, but I persevered, even as the Anointed withdrew their cocks prematurely from the machines and turned around, alarmed by the gaily whooping twink approaching their Altar to Sex.

"ALALALalalalalalalalala! SHOOOP, WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

" ‘ERE U GOIN'?"

"'IMMA KICK YO ASS"

They were intimidating from a distance, but as they fumbled and tried to strain their minds to remember something different from fucking, (namely raping some skinny-ass intruder's spine out,) I evaded their muscled fists, and jumped on top of the first tier. I climbed my way through tangled wires and tubes, and with each foot I came closer to the thing at the elevated dead center of the chamber, my cock, my beloved cock, seemed to grow an inch.

And then my eyes fell upon her. The majority of a woman, connected with black wires, tubes, cables and whatever else, submerged somehow in technology, but very much alive. Her stomach was rounded and veiny, and it pulsated with the strain it took her to breathe. She looked up at me, questioningly, not recognizing the lack of bulging pecs, and I threw myself on top of her. She screeched, but I found the Cunt of Cunts almost instinctively.

Mother Primus, connected to all the cumceptacles surrounding her, and the women-pods lining the walls and ceiling, was the gateway to the New Human Genus. Whosoever fucked her, fucked 50.000 other wombs, instantly starting an accelerated growth process in each of them - effectively creating a new population! As my cock fell into her, its mechanical enhancements clamped down onto the base, and wouldn't let go. I could thrust and pull and do whatever I wanted, the fucking happened all of its own accord; piston-like movements seemed to be going on at the center of the contraption, fucking me and milking my copious precum, it was the best fuck anyone had ever had, anywhere: A perfect cross between veiny pregger MILF-fetish, vaginal and oral sex, all at once. And the sounds Mother Primus exclaimed, first of agony and crisis, (causing the Anointed to stupidly grope at the base of her pedestal,) then of guilty pleasure, built up into what was to be a most epic orgasm.

And thus, the horrible, Earth-shattering nature of my genital ailment unfurled before me, Mother Primus, the wall-uteruses, Anointed, and my robed friend watching vigilantly in the distance. Because my dad had been around quantum singularities and black holes so much, its effects were carried on to my own reproductive system, leaving a vast, though small, patch of Inverted Space in my testicles twain. Inverted Space, a theoretical phenomenon in which near-infinite amounts of matter could be piled up in an, in reality, small patch of space, was what kept my genitalia going (and my body skinny) all these years, producing and preparing semen endlessly, as though I was having regular sex, without having to fear for bursting.

This Negative Space was to be the downfall of humanity. My sight fell upon the robed figure approaching, unaffected by the goings-on in the chamber, and our eyes met. He lifted the hood of the robe, and as I launched into that terrible, that delectable orgasm, I realized what had happened.

The hairy-browed, half-monkey/man that stood before me smiled, toothily, and confessed, in dangerous tones:

"I altered your sperm DNA. It's mine."

"NOOOOoooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ....."

And then the orgasm set in, causing me such amounts of pleasure as to render me in a sexual, brutal trance. I pumped, I jerked, I slapped and I fucked, fucked fucked Mother Primus. And the contents of my testicular Negative Space gushed unstoppably from my balls, and into the half-mechanic woman, and her pulsating belly instantly hardened, and her eyes turned blank, and her screeches became piercing.... A monitor warned and alarmed : "MAXIMUM PRESSURE EXCEEDED. CEASE DISCHARGE", and then cut off by the sheer power of the ejaculation. Mother Primus' eyes turned white, and dallops of cum splurted from all her revealed orifices â€" and then she gave way.

Her belly expanded, veined, pulsated, turned from its purple colour to a washed out white... and then...

As my cock pumped unabated, each pipe, each tube, each cable stiffened, and the translucent ones were filled â€" instantly with a terrible stream of sex juice, my monkey-enhanced cum streamed, shot through to each wall-uterus, from which screams were uttered. They too, started to pulsate violently, expanding, bulging, and after mere seconds of this... A great ripping sound was heard, accompanied by the last scream. Mother Primus' belly had succumbed to the unwavering pressure of my endless cum, and a fantastic cum-fountain sprang from her shocking carcass. Her cunt never relinquished its grip â€" and the pressure of my own fountain became too great. I shot upwards as my entire lower body was severed from me, and my bleeding upper body, spilling guts and organs everywhere around the chamber as it flew, was still bobbing back and forth with unadulterated pleasure. The twink-top that was me died at that moment, but my ball-torrent went on, and my cum started to flood the room, and The Anointed, never having learned to swim, tried to gulp it up, and soon drowned.

Upon one of the top uterus-catwalks stood now, the unrobed monkey/human hybrid, removing a dozen of monkey/human super-babies from the pumping, creating uteruses.

The Cum Fountain would continue for years, and the plant would put out a veritable army of Monkey Soldiers, infinitely more intelligent and strong than any surviving human, soon taking over and ruining, destroying Earth for all Mankind.

And thus,

The Monkey Future was at hand.

The End.