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Valerie sighed. It was one of those days. One of those long, long days where the weight of all her life choices - both the ones she made and the once she'd been forced to make - was crushing. A muted kind of panic, knowing that things could potentially be different, but weren't. The feeling of the every-day veil of normalcy lifting and revealing to her just how dire the circumstances were. It happened now and then when she, half asleep, was forced to recognize the fact that she lived in a container-home at the polluted, scorched outskirts of the city, in what was appropriately named Container Town. One of the world's greatest metropolises, awash not only with glitz and glamour, but wealthy beyond belief, and yet, her type was nothing if not consistently overlooked, shoved to the sidelines, ignored at least until a plague struck or the shooting began.

She looked out through the little window of her dwelling of corrugated metal. She'd cut it herself so that it faced the city. As insanely loud and bright as it was, it was soothing in a strange way, especially at night. Endless, almost fractal neon signs glittering like supernovae that people of ages past could've only dreamt of, luminous enough to drown out the stars themselves. It was a nightmare, and yet, she longed for it.

It was no wonder, then, that every time that realization caught up to her, no matter how fast Valerie tried to run from it, she was briefly possessed by a need to figure out any way out of her situation. The city had everything. Every pleasure, every kink, from the most casual spanking to things so perverted and sick that they'd have been illegal in most other cities. Usually, the way out for someone like her was to succumb to those twisted pleasures, to offer oneself as a playtoy for the ultra-rich in exchange for their table scraps. That was the sad truth of it all; the kind of money that they tossed aside on idle perversion was enough to change one's life entirely. For a year or two of dedicated servitude, it was a move into the comfortable world of the upper middle class.

If she didn't break.

Valerie glanced at the mirror. A Doberman-woman - Doberwoman had a better ring to it - somewhere a year or two past her prime, visibly marked by the rough life outside the city, though still retaining her natural, glowing beauty. Not that the looks or age really mattered. When one entered one of those contracts, they reshaped one's body to be exactly what the customers wanted, anyway. It was like an abandonment of personal identity in exchange for a better life in the future. And that broke many, who ended up remaining in "service" for the rest of their lives. She knew a few who had done it. A few who had succeeded, a few who had failed.

In that haze of existential dread, almost as dense and suffocating as the smog that filled the outside air, she decided to look at the current offers. They weren't subtle about it. The lower classes got recruited into bizarre schemes constantly.

After scrolling through a few bad offers - stripper, prostitute, naked maid, and the like - that didn't pay very well, perhaps owing to how relatively normal they were, the first advertisement Valerie really focused on nearly made her retch. A "farm", where women were evidently reduced to breeding stock. Some even amputated_breeding stock, which was even worse, ensuring that everyone was well and truly just a _hole for those rich assholes.

She forced herself to read through the description, ignoring all the lascivious images of women reduced to heavily pregnant toys. Limbless toys, or livestock. Gods, it was so sick that she could barely keep looking. And yet...

"The offer is simple. In exchange for signing up to be used as a breeder for the farm, for approximately two pregnancies or eighteen months, you are guaranteed a home in the city proper, and a well-paid job."

That was the first paragraph. It continued after that, delving deeper into dark perversions.

"You may also sign up for the amputee section, where you will receive every other benefit, and of course, improved cybernetic limbs. Do note that as you will leave the facility with four new limbs, you will preliminarily have your existing four amputated upon entry. This in order to help you embrace your new role in life," the description read, interspersed with high-resolution shots of women of various species, all of them pregnant and most looking rather well-used.

Valerie's eyes went wide as she saw the exact numbers. The sheer amounts that the mega-rich would pay for this kind of perversion never failed to boggle her mind. It was enough money to make it seem like a good proposal, or if not good, then at least acceptable. The other offers were usually for _much_less. This would have her set for life. Not to mention that she was already missing one limb. Absentmindedly, Valerie rubbed the stump of her left arm. This would allow her to have, if not her original limb, then at least a replacement. One that'd allow her to be fully functional. It was the only offer quite that good that she'd ever seen. There had to be a catch.

It wouldn't be that bad to get the rest of them amputated, the dog argued with herself. You've always wanted mechanical limbs anyway, so it's not like you'd miss your old ones. And this way, it'd be free.

Yeah, but also, you'd be reducing yourself to a limbless fucktoy for almost two years, she countered.

Yet, the money was a strong lure. She'd easily be able to not only achieve but sustain all her hopes and dreams of living in the big city. Maybe even support some of her friends and relatives. And all it'd cost her was her self-respect. The Doberwoman looked at herself in the mirror, again, briefly imagining herself strapped to one of the racks. As much as she would never fully admit it to herself, there was a twinge of arousal, too. The idea was so far beyond the pale that it was difficult to even conceptualize, but simply being an object to be used struck a chord with her.

Not that she was much more, as things were. The poor on this city's outskirts were generally thought of as worth less than mere objects. Objects, after all, could be used for all kinds of purposes, whereas the poor were more akin to cogs in a machine_._ Valerie let out another sigh. She glanced out through her little window. Outside, rain was beginning to drizzle down, thick and acidic, but at least it'd clear up the smog for a few hours. A day, if lucky.

It was either stay here for the rest of her life or degrade herself utterly but temporarily. She owed it to herself to at least go look at the "farm" and see. Otherwise, Valerie knew she'd never forgive herself. She sat down by her computer once again and quickly typed in her personal details, attaching a quick selfie. And then, biting her tongue, she pressed enter. With an offer that profitable, she couldn't do anything else.

Only moments later, a reply message arrived. She'd be picked up- wait- she'd be picked up in an hour, at the nearby intersection just outside of Container Town. Valerie sprung up and scrambled into action, brushing her tangled hair as best she could, rinsing as much dust off her face as she had time for in a bid to at least look somewhat acceptable. An hour. If she'd known it'd be that quick, she would've prepared first.

Then again, did she really owe them anything? Surely those rich psychopaths knew that nobody from Container Town would exactly look pristine right off the shelf. Still, the Doberwoman did her best, pointless as it might've been. They'd scrub her from head to toe if she accepted their offer, anyway. Soon, she was out the door, and headed towards the heavily trafficked intersection. Notably, no road went towards Container Town; they were a side effect, not a place anyone wanted to travel to. At least there was a drop-off point to the massive complex.

Valerie stopped there and waited for her ride. She didn't have to wait long. Soon, an unmarked black car pulled up. She didn't have the expertise to say what type or even what brand it was, but it looked expensive, with smoke-tinted windows and the kind of mirror-sheen paint that reflected every ray of the searing sun, ensuring maximum comfort for whoever was inside. The driver's side window rolled down slowly.

"You're the one they want? Valerie, was it - gods, the smell here, I'm going to throw up - get in. Now!" the driver, an angry-looking bear, ordered, and the back door swung upon automatically.

Valerie got inside, and it closed behind her just the same.

"How can you people live in this misery?" the bear coughed, flooring the gas pedal and sending the car screeching out of the drop-off zone. It indeed had muscle, and more than just a little going by how the acceleration forced Valerie against the seat. "Just the smell alone, it's like someone died."

Valerie didn't respond. It wasn't meant as a real question, anyway, but a mean-spirited voicing of disapproval at her condition, or at best, a rhetorical question. The driver grumbled something more when he realized that she wasn't taking the bait, and eventually, Valerie leaned against the window to watch the world pass by. It wasn't often that she could afford riding in a car. This was, as she recalled, the second time it'd ever happened. Otherwise, it was all walking, or the city's lackluster public transport on overfull, choked buses. Cars were an absurd luxury for the narrow middle class and the rich. Not that she had business there often.

Either way, the drive wasn't long, even though she rather wished it would've been, given the air conditioning and comfortable leather seats. Soon, they pulled up by what looked like a barn, though surrounded by heavily armed checkpoints. No doubt it'd been a real farm and barn, at some point, before the atmosphere heating up and the rising levels of pollution made farming untenable near cities. Then the growing city had expanded around it, but they'd not bothered to rezone the area, instead keeping it as a strangely themed building for perverted amusement. As Valerie got out of the car she glanced up towards the sky, towards the swollen, reddening sun. There had been talk of them somehow escaping earth, one day, but she would realistically be long dead by then. Still, it was a fascinating thought.

"You coming?" the bear grunted. "Didn't take you here for sightseeing. Nowhere near rich enough for that," he added with a chuckle.

Valerie nodded. She had always had a tendency to get too lost in thought, but then again, if she was going to spend almost two years here, strapped to a rack and constantly fucked, perhaps that was a good thing. How else would anyone keep themselves sane through such an experience?

Inside - after stepping through a full-body scanner - she was greeted by a fox, who bid her welcome with a grin so false and lecherous it made Valerie's whole body feel as if she'd been dipped in grease.

"Welcome. What happens now," he began, speaking in an immaculate, standardized form of the language, so perfect that it must've taken him years of the kind of training only the rich could afford to eliminate all traces of a local dialect. "Is that I will show you around and demonstrate what you will be doing, if you accept our gracious offer of employment. You will have the opportunity to speak to some of our current employees. I take it you are already familiar with the benefits, yes?"

"Full set of cyber-limbs and good employment within the city itself," Valerie said, echoing what she'd read.

"Yes, and a basic C-class dwelling, assuming that you do not break. If you do... well, life as a breeding cow is, from what I hear, a rather pleasant end as well," he smiled. There it was again. That buttery smile. Valerie shivered.

"How many of them 'break'?" she asked. There was that catch. The experience was apparently traumatic - or pleasurable - enough that some never left at all.

"Half, perhaps," the fox replied. "Oh, your rough accent is delightful. I look forward to hearing you moan in it. It'll be perfect for so many of our clients."

"The tour?" Valerie reminded him.

"Ah, yes. Follow me," he smiled, his tail - perfectly orange and fluffy to the point of seeming fake - swished side to side behind him.

The two entered a small chamber between the barn's interior and the outside world. Behind them, the door locked, and gas flooded the room with a telltale hiss.

"Not to worry, harmless for large organisms," the fox commented, flatly. "But it'll certainly kill any, ahem, filth that you may be carrying. We _do_in fact try to keep our livestock healthy, as strange as that might seem to someone like yourself," he grinned.

Sure enough, breathing in the mist didn't feel like anything, and soon the fans whirred to life and cleared the air again. The second door opened and revealed a painstakingly replicated and modernized barn interior. Only where they'd once housed cows, probably several hundred years ago, there were now... people.

The sight took a moment to truly settle and make sense in Valerie's head. The place was divided into stalls. In each stall was a woman of a different species, and almost all of them really did have all four limbs amputated, leaving them little more than a torso, with their sexes readily presented for any visitors to use, strapped to racks as they were. Many were pregnant, several heavily so, and the ones who weren't, were well on their way, if the sight of spent seed oozing out of them was anything to go by. A few stalls away she watched as a wolf clad in a million-dollar suit grunted, slamming his hips against one of the breeders, growling with pleasure as he no doubt emptied his balls into her, as if it was no big deal at all. And given the setting, it probably wasn't.

Valerie shuddered. The smell of sex hung in the air despite the industrial strength air conditioning. Then she felt the fox nudge her and almost jumped.

"Beautiful sight, is it not? Let us go take a look at some your future colleagues," he smiled, greasily. "Most are not allowed to speak when we have guests, only to moan, but if any strike your fancy, I can allow them to talk to you for a few moments."

In the first stall to their left was a red panda. She looked about seven months pregnant, and around her heavy breasts, a pair of pumps were working constantly to keep her relatively comfortable.

"This one here is one of our permanent installations. She simply found this life far more enjoyable than the one waiting outside, even with the offer of a good job," the fox smiled. "You might find yourself wishing for the same. She has given our clients at least... mm, six babies, I believe."

Valerie couldn't understand it. Not that she was any stranger to pleasure, but the thought of leaving everything behind just for this was beyond her. Then again, maybe it was a comfortable life. The red panda had chosen to merely be an object, but a well-cared for one. Seeing how aroused she was at the mere prospect of getting fucked, though - wetness running down what remained of her thighs and dripping onto the rack she was strapped to - did tickle some perverted part of the Doberwoman as well.

"I believe the next one is the most likely to want to talk, should you want to ask our breeders any questions," the fox stated. In the next stall, there was a husky. She was tied up just like all the others, and it looked like she'd been freshly_used_, but unlike the red panda, she still had that glimmer of intelligence in her eyes.

The fox nodded at her as they approached. "You may speak until we move on, cow," he said, with an authoritative tone.

"Hello, master. And guest," the husky smiled.

"Our guest here may have some questions about working here. You will answer them, if so," the fox stated, matter-of-factly.

Valerie felt like she should've been expressing condolences or the like. The husky looked so small and helpless. Just a torso for men - and perhaps some women, she didn't know - to fuck, with little chance to protest as they all took turns sating themselves with her fertile body.

"Do you... like working here?" she finally asked.

The husky craned her neck to look at her as she responded. "Well, it's a job. I do like cumming. Could probably do without the pregnancies, but hey, I just got done with my first one," she explained, sounding a little pleasure-drunk. It reminded Valerie of when she'd first tried a vibrator as a teenager; she'd masturbated herself into a giggly, exhausted stupor. "So yeah. Could be worse."

"Isn't it degrading?" Valerie continued, immediately regretting the question. Of course it was. That was the point.

"Yeah. But it's kind of hot too," the husky replied. "I mean really, your whole world kind of gets narrowed to just sex like this. And that makes it a lot more intense."

The fox chimed in. "Remember that it's all voluntary. You don't have to accept the offer," she grinned.

Indeed, she didn't, theoretically, if she didn't care about having a massively better life. It was a false choice. Nobody, or so Valerie thought, could value their body that much.

"So, for eighteen months. Or two pregnancies?" Valerie re-stated what they'd told her.

"Yeah," the husky replied. "I do have to say it's pretty hot to get pregnant and not have any idea who did it," she huffed. While certainly perverted, Valerie had the suspicion that everyone who took a job like this either was already perverted or ended up broken enough to enjoy it. "Just letting everyone fill you with their cum, knowing any of them might knock you up."

The husky sounded almost enthusiastic. "Just have to make sure you don't start liking it too much or you might choose to remain here, like that panda," she smiled. "It does get kind of hypnotic with the same routine of pleasure every day. But I don't think it'll happen to me."

"Why not?" Valerie asked.

"I have family outside. Real family, not these expected pregnancies," the husky answered, for a moment, there was a look of longing in her eyes. "I wanna see them again. Gotta keep it together for them. I'd recommend you find a good reason to hold on, too."

The fox rapped his knuckles on the stall wall. "I think that's enough of a Q&A session, no? So, what will it be? Do you want to be one of our breeders, or go back home?"

The Doberwoman closed her eyes. She wouldn't find a better offer than this. It was horrifying, what she was about to agree to, and yet the sheer nasty perversion of it made her clench, somewhere deep inside. Her clit thrummed stiffly against her rough cotton panties. She was about to become a toy. Or worse, cattle. To let herself get mounted and seeded by any passing male.

"Can I have a stall next to hers?" Valerie asked.

"I do not see why not. You will not see each other_,_ mind you," the greasy fox replied. "But I suppose hearing each other moan as you get _enjoyed_would offer a certain... working class camaraderie, yes. So, is that a yes?

Valerie nodded stiffly. She felt almost dizzy with how high her blood pressure had spiked. This was stupid, and yet, beyond even the money, she almost creamed her pants, certainly soaking her panties, the instant she agreed. Maybe this was a new fetish she was discovering. Or maybe she was just sick.

_ _"Splendid! I look forward to seeing you get bred. Maybe I'll take a moment to use you, myself, once you have been broken in," he grinned. His attitude shifted in an instant; from viewing Valerie the way a car salesman might view a potential customer, to the way a restaurant-goer would view a selection of steaks. "Let us just get some papers signed, shall we?"

He took Valerie to a small side-office labelled Processing. There was no window. It reminded her of an interrogation room, bare but for a desk, a chair, a lone light, and two filing cabinets. There was also a door leading further inward. He reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a few sheets of paper.

"Sign this, and this, and this. Do not worry, we run a perfectly above-board operation here. It is all waivers, agreements on your compensation in eighteen months, ownership of your children and the like," the fox stated.

Valerie tried to read through the first page, but not only was the verbiage dense, it was also nearly incomprehensible legalese. The Company shall not be liable for injury, death, or ego death occurring to the Independent Contractor in the course of performing this Agreement...

"Death?" she asked, before her eyes glazed over.

The fox made a sweeping gesture communicating nothing in particular. "Merely a precaution. Nobody has died here yet. But sometimes, even good breeding cows do die in childbirth."

Fuck it._With a trembling hand, Valerie signed the documents as requested, voluntarily signing away her rights for the next eighteen months. Again, she felt almost _high in just how bizarrely erotic it all was.

"Great. Now just continue through the next door. They'll get you ready for your new life. And before you panic, remember: One, it is painless. Two, you have to lose your O-E-M limbs regardless, to receive your new augmented ones at the end of your employment, after all," the fox grinned. Now, he was making no attempt to hide the growing bulge in his expensive trousers.

In the next room was what looked something like a gynecologist's chair, only far more sinister, being that Valerie knew exactly what it was used for. There was no backing out now. She obligingly stripped naked at the command of a bored-looking older tiger, just mature enough that his muzzle had begun to grey, handling the machine and climbed onto the machine.

"You're a quarter of the way there, already. Good," he said, gruffly, and nodded towards Valerie's missing arm. Right. Put the one you still got in here," the tiger ordered, adjusting other parts of the seat and guiding her remaining arm into one of two slots on each side of the machine. She realized, while he was adjusting her legs for the same treatment, that she already couldn't feel her arm. The machine must've used some kind of neural blocking to make sure it didn't hurt.

"Looks like you're getting pretty wet. Good. The ones who do usually survive this with their minds intact," the tiger commented while kneeling. "You know, slutty enough to enjoy the good parts instead of seeing it all as a violation," he continued with a huff, briefly rubbing a rough thumb against Valerie's clit. She squirmed, already feeling violated, but what sense would it make to protest his handling if she was going to remain here for eighteen months?

No, he was right. She had to reframe the situation in her mind. She wasn't some sort of helpless victim. With that attitude she'd die fighting her own mind before a year was over. Before a month_was up. She was a _horny slut, and that was the truth of it. She was here out of her own volition. No proper woman would ever dream of cratering her pride and modesty like this, no matter the money, and that meant she was, without a doubt, a horny slut.

How was it that quote went again? The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. She had no choice but to enjoy it. Just not too much. Either extreme would no doubt leave her mind a shattered husk.

"I bet you're looking forward to it, aren't you? Being a helpless, horny cow. Existing only for bulls to empty their balls into," the tiger narrated. "Focus on that thought for me, please."

A chill went up her spine as the machines whirred to life.

Valerie closed her eyes, trying not to think about what she was doing.

There was a quiet swoosh and a thunk.

She didn't dare look or move.

"There you go. How do you feel? Mm, if it wasn't for the fact that our customers pay a lot for the first time with any new additions, I'd take a turn myself," the tiger churred. "Nothing like breaking in a new toy."

Valerie whimpered, her ears folding. She felt incredibly vulnerable, suddenly. Like she wanted to cross her legs to hide how soaked her folds were getting but knew that she couldn't. She couldn't even reach a hand to hide her breasts or pussy. She couldn't reach at all, unable to cover herself, hide, couldn't masturbate to take care of her growing lust... couldn't do anything on her own anymore. Suddenly she was aware of all the minor itches on her body. And she couldn't reach any of them. She was completely reliant on other people. Helpless. It was like the unpleasant feeling when she lost her first arm in an accident, only incredibly erotic.

"Nff," she moaned, her breath stuttering as she thought about just how dire the situation actually was. Even if she hadn't_signed up for breeding, the only way she'd ever get to cum was with a thick, potent cock inside her, and it was entirely up to _them if they filled her receptive pussy with sperm or not. She had no choice at all. Throughout her whole life, she'd always liked being in control, at least as much as someone born in Container Town could be. And now, all of that was gone.

"Yeah, I bet it's a pretty sexy feeling, isn't it? You're just a pussy to fuck, now. And a womb. I guess a pair of tits for those who are into that," the tiger grinned. Then he leaned in, putting his muzzle right next to her ear. "Just don't let them break you," he whispered, too quietly for the ever-present cameras to pick up. "Open your eyes. Let's get your eighteen months started."

And with that, he was back in his lascivious - and apparently, entirely acted - personality. Valerie obeyed, opening her eyes again, and looking at herself. Her one arm and both legs had been cleanly removed; there was barely a sign of trauma. The kind of perfect amputation that would eventually lend itself well to her new limbs.

Until then, though, she was naked and entirely defenseless.

"Now, let's get you ready to serve. I'd imagine you want the stall next to the husky so you can hear each other moan. Talking... yes, you're not allowed to speak during business hours, not unless first spoken to," the tiger told her. "Chances are you'll be using your mouth for much more important things than talking, anyway. Some of our customers prefer mouths. And some don't even have cocks, so you might as well prepare yourself mentally."

Finally, he lifted the Doberwoman off the chair that'd taken her limbs, and placed her on gurney, secured by a single belt, and wheeled her out of the procedure room, into the main hall.

Fuck. It's actually going to happen. They're all going to fucking mount me.

Valerie's mind was rushing at a million miles an hour. Just being seen by the "customers", who appraised her like a slab of beef with their gazes - and probably their cocks - was a sharp, erotic high. More than anything, what surprised her was just how undeniably horny it got her. And she was entirely unable to hide it. The embarrassment and shame mingling with the raw carnal lust swelling inside her was almost unbearable. Her body felt hot, as if she had a fever. All of the excuses, all the hesitation and trepidation, every too-late-now second thought rushed through her mind all at once. She'd never even been pregnant before, and here she was, signing away her right to choose. Offering her pussy to every willing cock like a bitch in heat. God. The thought made her clench hard, another rivulet of clear arousal dribbling from between her lust-plumped lips.

Just keep that grip, Val. No matter how many times you cum. Don't let me down, she told herself, just under her breath and repeatedly, as if trying to make it true by repetition.

Finally, they reached the stall where the Doberwoman was going to spend the most of her next one and a half years. Right next to the husky she'd met earlier, who shot her a knowing glance as she was wheeled past, just before a wolf walked into her stall with unmistakable intent, given how his hard, lupine shaft was bobbing with each step. Only moments later, while the tiger grumpily secured Valerie to her rack, she heard the husky moan, and then a wet slap of hips on hips, despite her thick fur. She must've been soaking wet!

Then again, Valerie was pretty drenched herself.

"Right. Time for you to get to work, then," the tiger said, gruffly, and for the final time, he leaned in to whisper to her. "Hang in there," he rumbled.

Then, he slapped her crotch firmly before leaving her there. Valerie squealed. It didn't hurt much. Rather, it was being treated as nothing more than an object that drew all those sounds from her.

She was left alone, with what remained of her thighs - stumps, at best - comfortably spread towards the main hall of the "barn", listening to the rhythmic thumping and stuttering moans from her neighbouring stalls. To her right was the husky. To the left, she had no idea. Just another woman like herself who had come here, likely to earn a decent living.

Or perhaps to satisfy their own kinks. Or to surrender and give up ambition in exchange for a comfortable life of servitude. Even this surely beat the everyday struggles of living on the outskirts.

She heard someone approach. Heavy footsteps. Hooves. It was amazing, the additional detail she was suddenly picking up, whether due to adrenaline or her new, narrowed focus. This time, Valerie forced herself to keep her eyes open. She wanted to at least see who her first was. It was something she could focus on, later, as the months passed by. A horse - no, a pony - walked into her stall. As with most of the men, he hadn't bothered to wear pants either, and so his half-stiff equine cock, beautiful as it was, throbbed in plain sight. Valerie, of course, couldn't help but stare. It was huge, and still looked slippery from his previous lover, a thick droplet of his seed dangling from the flared tip.

"Mm. Always a delight when we get new cows," he smiled. "Or mares, as I prefer to call them."

He had the accent of someone from the upper classes, Valerie thought. No doubt his everyday life was one of keeping up appearances, probably with a happy-looking marriage with one kid, and so he chose to come here to satisfy the more primal masculine urges he felt. The Doberwoman shuddered at the sight of him, wondering how many women he'd already given a foal or two.

She'd probably just be one in a long list.

"Mm. Beautiful bitch, aren't you? Such a perfect cunt too, still all tight, no doubt," he nickered, circling her in an unsettling predatory fashion entirely unbefitting a horse, much less a smaller pony. "A flat belly too. I bet you've never had your slutty womb put to use, have you? Mm-hm, I'll give you those stretch marks every mother should have. Mark you as a breeder..."

He hummed as he examined her, and all Valerie could do when he forced a thick, rough finger into her was whimper and squirm. At least she was already wet enough that it was only slightly uncomfortable. "God. With how wet and tight you are, I can't believe nobody's squirted their kids into you yet. Someone like you? They need to be bred," he nickered, and then, withdrawing his finger, quickly pushed the flat, swollen crown of his cock against her slippery entrance.

Valerie felt like little more than an animal, about to be mounted and bred. There was something so very hot about it. Embracing her role as a broodmare. Her body didn't resist, after all. It'd take the nameless pony's cock eagerly, and thirstily drink his warm offering of seed in hopes of getting fertilized. There was nothing she could consciously do to stop those very natural reactions, so why would her mind protest, either?

She watched his hips move. The sensation of his flare grinding against her seemed to lag a split second behind, as did her breathy gasp at that feeling. Everything felt disjointed, and yet she felt it all in glorious high definition. The way his veiny, equine shaft spread her folds. The familiar shudder of pleasure at a cock sinking into her, only stronger, with no condom to protect her from his virility. Every inch of hot, slick, rock-hard meat pushing deeper, with a single-minded masculine purpose. She moaned out loud, craning her neck to see it all disappear into her. It looked beautiful. Dangerous. Primal.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Gonna give you those foals your body needs," the pony snorted, and then began to thrust into her at a steady pace, pistoning his equine cock in and out deeply enough that Valerie shuddered with each thrust. This was it. This was how she was going to conceive her first child. Like livestock. Like cattle. Like a cow. The perversion of it had her mouth dry, as if her stretched and clenching pussy was monopolizing every drop of fluid in her body to soak the pony's magnificent cock.

She could do nothing but moan, her entire world laser-focused on the pleasure of their mating. And then, she could do nothing but orgasm, singing out her pleasure at the top of her lungs, all the anticipation exploding through her body and leaving the Doberwoman trembling and bucking as her overexcited pussy milked the offered pony-cock with every orgasmic spasm.

"Good girl," she heard her lover grunt. "Just a little longer, almost there. S-show me how badly you want to get knocked up. Tell me."

Valerie did, in many words, only half of them meaning anything, but all unmistakably begging for the same thing. His orgasm, spent deep inside her, filling her needy, achingly empty womb with his seed.

"Good girl," he repeated, and then thrust deep into her. As deep as he could possibly plant his throbbing cock. "Here comes your first."

She gasped and whimpered at the intensity of the moment. He nickered in triumph as he came, and she could feel the pony's cock pulse inside her defenseless pussy, his urethra bulging with the volume of cum that he pumped into her. Thick, warm ropes of his sperm-laden semen jetting deep into her core, just as nature would demand it. Valerie could almost picture it, each pressured burst of belly-swelling seed oozing past her cervix. His sperm racing up her tubes. A sweet, naughty heat oozing out between her distended lips and his twitching cock. It only pushed her climax to last longer, each quiver and quake of her sex sucking his offering deeper.

Then, he pulled out with a satisfied snort. his orgasm spent, and left without saying another word, as if embarrassed, or at least, completely disinterested in his newest conquest now that she was full of his sperm. Though initially shocking, Valerie quickly surmised, even through the thick post-coital haze, that most of her visitors would probably be the same. Most average men were, except if in a relationship, and these ones just didn't have to pretend; they were only here to empty their balls.

It wasn't long until a wolf took a turn with her, leaving his own mess inside her. Then, a lion. A fox, a badger, a dragon, a long procession of men fucking Valerie until her brain felt like mush from all the orgasms. Thankfully, it was already closing time by that point.

"So, how'd you like it?" the husky next to her whispered hoarsely, that night. "Knowing you've got some stranger's swimmers inside you, probably knocking you up already, and you're totally helpless to do anything about it?" she asked, adding her own thoughts; "It's so fucking hot, isn't it?"

Valerie didn't want to respond. Not right then, at least. Not that the husky wasn't right, but she didn't want to admit it yet. Yet, regardless, she could just about imagine a mix of every man's sperm inside her, swarming her eggs, sealing her fate of motherhood. She fell asleep to those feverish fantasies and even wetter dreams, that first night.

Of course, the inevitable did happen quickly. If not that first day, then sometime soon after the next few dozen cocks that spurted their seed into her. Somehow it only made her hornier to notice the changes. Seeing her belly grow from flat to a noticeable bump, just like the pony had promised. An unmistakable symbol of motherhood, and in her face, sluttiness, with everyone who saw her knowing that she was carrying the offspring of some man she didn't even know the name of. Time passed surprisingly quickly. Though Valerie had initially tried to keep track of every man who fucked her, she lost track regardless. Laying on her back with nothing except orgasm after orgasm to keep her company during the entirety of the day made it easy for the days to blur together. At some point, it was difficult to even guess if "day" and "night" even matched what they told her.

The supposed nights, she had the chance to talk with her "neighbours". To her left, it turned out, she had a mare. A real one, rather than a broodmare, like some of the equine visitors liked calling everyone. She sounded almost disassociated, refusing to as much as acknowledge the situation they were in. Instead, she talked about life in general as if they were on a break from a normal job. She guessed what the weather might be - blindly - and commented on it. Sometimes, she talked about politics as they had been, seven months ago.

Then there was the husky. The first few months, she was chatty, asking Valerie how she liked it at the farm every night, but eventually she began to grow quiet. Quiet, and then horny. It was difficult to notice the difference at first, given the nature of their job had everyone rather pent up, but over those blurry days, it seemed that she was on the verge of giving in, in the middle of her second pregnancy. Though the Doberwoman worried about her friend - or was that acquaintance? - she had her own problems to think about, her own sanity to retain her grip on.

Soon, Valerie's belly was so swollen that she could no longer watch herself get fucked. She asked for a blindfold, which the handlers were all too happy to provide, and focused purely on the sensations. The outlines of every cock inside her, the way her pussy would hug their whole lengths, the perfect and pure naturalness of it all. How the men's thrusts, regardless of species, universally grew a little clumsier and harder as their orgasms approached. How they swelled in her depths, kissing her cervix, and then throbbed, jerked, and bucked. Four to six heavy throbs on average, followed by a few weaker twitches. And with the blindfold, she could even feel their seed splattering into her. The muted heat against her cervix. The instant and deep hit of sweet, sexual dopamine as she received each messy offering.

Towards the end of her first nine months, she was almost spellbound by how massive her gravid belly had gotten. Her breasts, too, to the point staff needed to milk her regularly. No doubt the milk would be sold to some rich guy who didn't get breastfed enough as a kid. Not that Valerie cared. The suction was amazing, especially when someone decided to pound her pregnant body while they were milking her.

Then, there was the matter of birth. As that time approached, she was offered a choice to be put under as it happened, and Valerie took it. She disappeared into deep slumber the moment the contractions started, and woke with her whole body, especially the lower half, aching but intact. She was left alone for exactly one day and one night, during which she tried to speak with her husky friend.

"Hey. You there?" she called out, exhausted to the point of her eyes barely staying open with what her body had been through.

"Mm. Did you like giving birth?" the husky replied, her voice slurring as if she were half asleep already.

"I was unconscious for it," Valerie told her.

The husky answered her with a melodic little giggle. "Aw, you should be awake for the next one. After you've done it once it gets kinda pleasant. Lots and lots of cumming. God, I just gave them my second. Came sooo many times..."

Valerie didn't quite believe that.

"How about you? You're leaving soon, aren't you?" she asked. "Seeing your family again?"

"Mm, no. I mean, I dunno," the husky groaned. She sounded drunk. Broken. "I kinda want to stay here, just birthing baby after baby. It's so nice."

"Come on, you don't mean that," Valerie replied. "You were so eager to have it all over and done with!"

The husky sighed on the other side of the divider. "Yeaaah," she slurred. "But that's just... I dunno, it's just sooo nice to cum on every cock here. All day, every day. You know."

"Your family, though?" Valerie tried prodding her.

"That's just family though. They never let me play with their cocks," the husky replied. She had definitely changed. "And I love cock. I exist to serve it. And so do you," she cooed.

And that was that. She'd made up her mind - or what remained of it - to remain there. Gone was the woman determined to go see her family again and actually let her two years at the barn be worth something. All she cared about now was to wallow in those base instincts of getting rutted, knocked up, and giving birth, as if the constant pleasure had burned out some aspect of her personality. That night, Valerie spent restlessly tossing and turning, mired in erotic dreams of doing the same. Of giving up everything that made up her personality in exchange for being a broodmare, a pregnant cow, a fucktoy.

She woke up having been turned around, and soon after, the feeling of someone roughly showing their cock in her mouth. Of course, not being prepared for it, Valerie nearly choked on the girth forcing its way into her throat. Her muscles seized up around it, and she gasped desperately for breath, drool oozing out over her muzzle.

"Your nose, slut. Breathe through your nose," someone growled, breathily. "You should be used to this by now."

Though it didn't stop her gagging, Valerie was rather thankful for that tip, realizing that she could get some air into her lungs. Showing some measure of mercy, the unseen male - though going by the shape of his cock, it was likely some kind of feline - paused for a moment, running his thick fingers over Valerie's throat, where his shaft made it bulge.

"Guess all those breeding-obsessed idiots spoiled you, just fucking your pussy," the feline rumbled, half with disdain and half amusement. "Too bad. A good toy has to know how to serve with _all_her holes."

And with that, he began to thrust, roughly, deep into Valerie's throat, fucking her mouth like a sleeve while she helplessly gasped, swallowed, and retched around it. After a little while, with her chin and muzzle soaked in her saliva, it did begin to get a little easier. Soon his hips were slapping against her mouth without any care in the world beyond getting himself off. He was thrusting so deep that even breathing through her nose was difficult. Valerie's vision was beginning to dim as she tried to breathe in but couldn't, losing out on more life-giving oxygen with each thrust. Strength bled from her muscles until her head was lolling limply, steadied only by the rack itself as her mouth was used. And then, just before she lost consciousness, she suddenly felt the stiff cock in her mouth throb a few times in rapid succession. She didn't feel the cum, this time, but realized dimly that it was being pumped directly into her stomach.

Somehow, she didn't care too much. It was just another day at work. Simply a different task. The Doberwoman realized, to her strangely muted horror, that she had started to get used to it - as if she thought of herself as a toy, or cow, that this was simply how she was meant to always be treated - but there was nothing she could do about it. Not now, as the nameless male finished emptying his balls into her stomach.

He then pulled out with a wet, slurping sound that sent dregs of his spilled seed splattering all over her face. "Cleanup, here," he spoke with a growl, pulled his pants up, and left without another word, as if to emphasize how little he thought of her.

To her surprise, the person who arrived to clean her face was none other than the fox she'd met on her first day. He approached her with that trademark grin.

"Looks like you have settled in quite nicely, here. Maybe you should stay with us. Like your husky friend," he smiled. "We do always appreciate when someone chooses to work for free."

His voice carried a distinct mocking tone as he dug a tissue from the bag he was holding and quickly scrubbed her face with something that smelled vaguely like rubbing alcohol. Certainly, the vapors stung her nose.

"Either way, I think now that you have given us your first pup, you might need some tightening. I have just the thing," he added, and produced another object from his bag of perversions. A black, metallic buttplug, rather thick and heavy-looking.

He turned Valerie around on the rack again and pressed the plug directly under her short tail. The surprisingly cold metal made her shiver.

"Should help you tighten that _used cunt_up a little," he said, with an audible grin, and then poured a bit of something slick and warm over it. With one sharp, jagged movement, the plug sank into Valerie's untouched ass, and indeed, she clenched hard at the sensation, with an unwilling gasp.

"Now, let's make sure it is in you good and proper. I would expect more men will want to use your anus now that you are a mother," he commented, giving the plug a quick tug that made Valerie moan out again. "Makes a pussy a little less valuable in their eyes. I do believe it is all in the mind, personally. After all, my wife is a mother, and hers feels as good as always."

It was strange enough to imagine the fox having a partner that Valerie was briefly distracted from the way he wiggled and tugged on the toy. Did he act like this with her too, or was it merely a personality he donned for work? "At least your pucker seems appropriately tight, still," he said, sliding a finger into her sopping wet pussy. "And down here, too, with the plug anyway. Good toy."

He pumped his fingers into her for a few moments while fucking her virgin ass with the toy with the plug relentlessly, giving Valerie no chance to recover from her sexual stupor, not until a "customer" approached her, already naked.

The manager let go of the plug, leaving it inside her. He nodded to the customer, and then turned around to do other tasks, instantly forgetting about the Doberwoman again. Valerie was soaking wet, already hearing the husky getting fucked next to her, and another fox with his cock rock-hard and ready for breeding in front of her, rubbing his tapered tip against her entrance. For all that the manager had said, this one still clearly wanted to use her pussy over any of the other holes. Once again, Valerie fixed her eyes to his stiffness, so eager to make her a mother again, and found herself clenching against it with sweet anticipation. She moaned encouragingly, just like a broodmare should when offered to be knocked up by a handsome male like the fox, and he sank into her with a lusty snarl, quickly giving her heat-struck body exactly what it needed in warm, plentiful spurts. All the while, his hands massaged her lower belly, as if trying to ease his seed inside. Not that her own orgasms left anywhere else for it to go.

At some point, there was no keeping track of time at all. Valerie could barely tell if she was awake or asleep, some days, because with it being the only stimulation she got, even her dreams were full of only sex. The only thing she could do to keep track of time was how big her belly grew after someone managed to breed her anew. All of her holes were well-trained cum receptacles at the end of it, though her pussy remained the most popular, even when heavily pregnant. Those nine months passed in the blink of an eye, and soon it was time for her to give birth again, to her second litter of pups from a total stranger.

This time, she was awake for it. At first, she screamed with pain, and then, ecstasy. The idea of an orgasmic birth was true, after all, and it nearly left her unconscious with pleasure. It was good enough that she found herself _longing_for it. To give birth, again and again. Just like the red panda and husky had, before her. Clearly, it'd be for the best, wouldn't it?

That night, she made her choice.

No. It made her mind ache to think about, to switch gears back to rational thinking instead of the lust that'd all but consumed her for the last eighteen months, but no. She would not be giving up like everyone else around her seemed to. No easy way out. No matter how good it felt, she couldn't let it happen. Even if the idea of never having to worry about anything except her next orgasm was powerful, carnal, and appealing, she couldn't and wouldn't.

Or could she? The more she thought about it, the better the idea seemed. Here, she didn't have to think at all. She could simply worship cocks all day long with every inch of her being. Just as the husky did, and if her orgasmic wails were anything to go by, she loved every second of it.

The fox approached her early the next morning, long before any guests would arrive, and woke her up with a tug of the buttplug. This time, though, he had the tiger technician next to him, gloved up and ready to work.

"Have you made a decision, then? Will you stay here, or leave as we originally planned, robbing yourself of endless ecstasy as a mere sex toy?" the fox smiled. As always. He never stopped smiling.

"I- I don't-" she stuttered. Just thinking of saying no hurt, suddenly. Like every fiber of her being was screaming at her to simply succumb, submit, to become nothing more than cattle. Until the tiger leaned in over her, pretending to check something.

"Think she's damaged her voicebox from too much moaning. Shouldn't be stuttering like that," he commented, loudly, running a finger along her throat. "Remember, you can still return later," he whispered in a much lower voice, below what the fox could hear. "Go out. Taste the city. Taste the good life and see how it is to not be poor. Don't give up. Not yet," he continued under his voice before speaking loudly again. "Looks like it's nothing. Maybe she's just been broken."

"So, what will it be? Remember that silence will be taken to mean that you wish to stay," the fox told her. But thanks to the tiger's words easing the ache of her mind, that unpleasant resistance to simply saying no fading just enough for her to open her mouth, she managed to give the manage the response she wanted to.

"I'd... rather get my pay and job offer," she huffed. The fox's grin faltered, for the first time in those eighteen months they'd been seeing each other.

"Oh? Well, now, I am impressed. We might indeed have something for someone with willpower like that," he replied. He didn't seem disappointed, nor angry, but rather fascinated with this dog who, as it seemed, declined paradise in favor of a better position in the normal world. "Mm. As much as we would rather keep you here, our contracts are rather iron-clad. You can thank our lawyers for that. Needed the escape clause to have any chance of keeping people here as toys, legally..."

The fox whistled to the tiger. "She is leaving. Prepare her for the new limbs," he sighed. "Frankly, I was hoping we would get to enjoy you more."

Though the tiger didn't exactly change his expression, Valerie could see the corner of his mouth twitch with the slightest hint of a smile. He quickly unstrapped Valerie from the rack she'd spent the last eighteen months on - except for the occasional cleaning - and wheeled her off, into the backrooms, where her new future would begin.

"Would you mind if I took a turn too, now that you're done?" he asked, once out of earshot of everyone else. "I mean, I did wait almost two years."

Valerie could only giggle in response.