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The bat growled. She had the muscular breeder pinned down, not thanks to physical strength, but because of sheer dominance. Despite his massive size and strength, the lion was helpless beneath her, and that was before she'd even touched his cock.

"That's right. You don't get to breed anyone," she told him, in no uncertain words, and unfurled her wings to emphasize what she meant. "But if you promise to be a good boy for another week, I might let you enjoy my tongue."

The lion whimpered. He was one of the worst breeders around, even at this facility. Strong enough to tear through almost any fortified door, and extremely difficult to take down in case of a security breach. Thankfully, despite all that, he had one weakness: dominant women. He loved being bullied and dominated enough that if someone like the bat was around, he was effectively harmless.

It'd taken her a while to get to this point. She was 11, one of the original staff members of the Badlands Facility, and one of the few whose number hadn't been "recycled" due to the unfortunate breeding of a predecessor. The _only_one other than the team leader. No, she had been here a few years. It was a terrible job, but she had only one goal in mind: once she finally left, she'd buy a private island, and never talk to anyone ever again. Perhaps it wasn't a noble goal, nor even a sensible one, but at the very least, 11 wanted to earn enough money that she could live a life of luxury and never have to work even a single day of her life, ever again.

When the lion acquiesced to her fiery, imposing attitude, she lifted her taloned foot off his chest with a suggestive flick of her broad hips, drawing his eyes to her shapely rump, only to deny him. "That's right. A blowjob is all you'll get. And you'll thank your mistress for it," 11 added, before stepping back and kneeling between the lion's spread legs, admiring just how hard he was for her - and savoring the amount of power she had over him.

She wasn't sure how much of that attitude was truly her, and how much was something she'd come up with to survive at the Facility. It didn't matter. At the very least, she liked dominating the breeders, and quite a few were equally into it. Others were easily pacified by simply being shameless and aggressive enough. It was like handling any wild animal; as long as you knew what you were doing, you were mostly safe. Unless there was a breach, of course. In a mating frenzy, the breeders were far more difficult to control.

11 opened her mouth and stuck out her long, chiropteran tongue, coiling it around the lion's stiff cock. He let out a submissive moan, a tremor shooting through his entire form as he fought the urge to thrust. The bat had told him not to, after all. Her soft lips kissed the tip of his shaft, and gently sucked it into her warm, wet mouth. The breeder roared with pleasure, his bulky form entirely under her sensual control.

She did like this part. She didn't like anything else about the Facility. She especially_didn't like knowing that all it'd take was one mistake - by herself _or her colleagues - and she'd have all her smarts fucked right out of her brain and be left a horny, pregnant cocksleeve for the breeders to use. Every time the facility brought in new employees, it was a stressful time. She would guess on how long they'd last. The last two, a cat and a bear, she had pinned as lasting maybe a week before both were reduced to cum-brained breeder sluts, but at the same time, 11 didn't think they'd screw up so bad as to cause a full-scale breach.

11 caressed the lion's throbbing cock by squeezing that prehensile tongue around it. Her lips caressed the leaking cum-slit at the very end, suckling gently. Thankfully, breeder cum only influenced women if delivered vaginally, though it did taste wonderful. The bat grabbed the lion's heavy balls roughly, squeezing them firmly enough to remind him of who was in control, and he huffed and whimpered in response, squirming underneath the dominant bat. It wasn't long before his chest was heaving with ragged breaths, and his balls were tightening against his body, drawing close as they prepared to waste a dangerous load of his seed that could've broken several women, had he not fallen under the bat's spell.

She'd already survived one breach. That was enough for anyone. 11 had been unable to find any kind of weapon and had to resort herself to locking herself in a locker. It'd been hours before the guards had found her there, half suffocated due to the minimal amount of air. They'd kept her in a hospital a week after that. They'd even offered her to end her contract then and there in exchange for a small bonus, but unlike what any sane woman would do, 11 had refused. She wanted to reach those lofty goals of hers, no matter what it took. And perhaps, in a way that she'd never admit, she was a little addicted to the risk. Every day that she dominated and pacified the breeders was another sweet, intoxicating rush of dopamine, a gambler's high in reward for dancing so close to the flame. Sooner or later, everyone got burned. 11, though, was determined to last until she had enough money saved up for that island.

The lion tensed up. 11's lips formed a tight seal around his cock as the first blast of thick, warm cum erupted into her mouth. She swallowed, obligingly. Even that was a dominant act, and both knew it. Another rope of sperm splattered against the back of her throat, and she swallowed again. 11 had never understood why a blowjob would be a submissive act for the giver, at least not the way she did it. Her teeth were perilously close to the lion's most tender organs, her hand squeezing his sack tightly, and she was forcing him to waste his cum, disarming the massive male. She loved the act. 11 held that sensual seal until the lion's orgasm ebbed, and then, she swallowed one last time before releasing his softening manhood. With a gentle slap to his now empty and harmless balls, 11 was on her way out, panties soaked with arousal. "Good boy," she told the panting lion, who looked terribly harmless now that he'd been milked dry.

It took her a few moments, after closing and securing the door, to remember what she had been so annoyed about earlier. The newbies. She'd have to be more careful with new staff members around, as always. Ready for the worst. She had no desire to _ever_relive the panic of a full security breach. Even if she had a bad habit of taking risks, nobody liked coming close to losing. Not that she doubted all the losers loved it in the end. Being unable to think of anything smarter than spreading your legs had to be liberating.

She _had_thought of it, fantasized of it even, many times. Not with the lion - she enjoyed dominating him - but some of the others who were better-equipped to get under her skin. One of them, subject 19, was a particularly cunning hippogryph with a deep, hypnotic gaze and voice. She liked calling those ones _breakers_rather than breeders, but there wasn't an official term. Some simply enjoyed the idea of breaking a dominant woman such as herself, and were _excellent_at infecting her thoughts with warm, lusty fantasies of how it'd feel to be completely free from control and devoid of agency beyond concern for her next cock. Alluring as it was, she had resisted them so many times that she doubted anyone could truly get her, even if the hippogryph's voice alone would make her cunt slicken up with anticipation.

At least, all of that was what she told herself, time and again.

In reality, there was one additional reason she still worked here. The risk. It had grown addictive over the years, to the point that the thought of everyday life felt drab and grey to the bat. Not that she'd ever admit that; it felt contrary to her dominant personality.

11 glanced at her watch. It was almost time for the second circlejerk of the day. At some Facilities, they only had one each day. Here, they had two, due to the breeders being more dangerous. Right now, she certainly felt like she needed it too, with her panties wetly clinging to her vulva. She folded her wings around herself protectively as she made her way to the staff room.

"Listen up, cowgirls!" their leopard team leader was yelling to a half empty room. "We're going to get two newbies anytime now. So, you better be ready to give 'em a warm fuckin' welcome."

She went on to summarize the current state of the breeders, reading the highlights from her tablet. "Subject 23, satisfied today. Subject 40, satisfied today-" the rest of the staff already there erupted in brief applause at that. Subject 40 was a mimic, a shapeshifter who liked posing as staff and trying to engage in supposedly lesbian sex before surprising victims with his cock. At least, everyone assumed it was male like the other breeders. Nobody was quite sure, and the creature didn't let anyone take samples. What they did know was that it was extremely good at what it did, hence the applause.

"Subjects 1, 15, 30 getting antsy," she exclaimed. "Not good, unless you want to get slimed, brainwashed, and then fucked by more tentacles than you can shake a stick at."

The bat _hated_subject 30. He was fox who very much enjoyed bondage with his manifold tentacles, and had to practically be worshipped and begged to not breed his defenseless victims. Thankfully, he seemed just as satisfied with threatening it as he was with following through. Subject 1 was who she personally found most dangerous, with his direct control of the minds of others, but he could only use that power on one person at a time, which meant that with two people attending him, he was helpless. Subject 15 was some kind of addictive gelatinous wolf. The bat had a simple solution for not getting addicted to drugs: not doing them.

Soon enough, the two newcomers entered the room as well. 11 fixed her gaze on them. A bubbly, evidently excitable cat, and a more reticent bear. Her first instinct was that neither would last, but then, watching as the bear actually questioned the need for the public masturbation sessions and ended up needing to be drugged to participate, the bat changed her mind. She, possibly, had a chance. The cat didn't. 11 had seen so many newbies try to have a positive attitude to the job as a whole, and that always ended with them being bred.

With a sigh, 11 began to masturbate as well, finding herself even wetter than she thought. Her fingers slipped wetly against eager, swollen folds. She wasn't one to question the importance of the circlejerk, though. Had she gone to see any of the other breeders right now, even the tentacle fox that she very much disapproved of, saying no would've been difficult. Or at least, saying yes wouldn't been far too tempting to risk.

She plunged three fingers into herself and flicked her fingers over her clit with her other hand while going through all of the usual fantasies, all the errant erotic imagery that she wanted her orgasm to flush out. It had quickly become a kind of ritual. Eventually, she heard the newbies cream themselves, just as she came, gushing over her hand to the fantasy of finally getting pinned down and broken by the bastard hippogryph. He was next on her list, and so she kept tweaking, thrusting, and rubbing to prolong her orgasm as much as possible to really exhausted every needy inner muscle.

All of that had been a few hours ago. The day had been going as usual, until the alarms suddenly started blaring just as 11 was taking care of the hippogryph with a tight two-handed grip on his steely equine cock, not immune but with some orgasm-induced resistance to his charms. The both of them froze at the loudness of the sirens with his precum oozing over her hands. Usually, despite his breeder instincts and her aggressive sexuality, the hippogryph and the bat respected each other to a degree. If she didn't break and he didn't submit, they simply finished up what they were doing. He was content to wait for a perfect opportunity to claim her, one where her defenses would be down. And a security breach provided just the opportunity.

"Well," he crooned in his deep voice, as 11 stumbled backwards, engulfed by brief instinctive panic at the sound. The lapse in concentration was exactly what he had been patiently waiting for. With the bat's mind set strictly to satisfying him, his influence was limited. Distracted, it was much greater. "Looks like fate wants you to be a happy little breeding hen for me, doesn't it?"

The words sank into the bat's fertile mind. The hippogryph didn't control minds as much as he excelled at planting his own desires into others' heads through some kind of inherent, instinctive hypnosis. She let out an angry snarl despite her mind immediately flooding with fantasies.

"Come now. You should consider yourself lucky. You'll be bearing my young instead of those of that tentacled rapist or some slime-wolf or another," he continued, clacking his beak for emphasis. His thick, equine cock that 11 had been stroking only moments before throbbed eagerly. Beyond merely throwing the staff off, there was a kind of weak connection between all breeders. They couldn't communicate through it, but they could feel a fraction of what other nearby breeders felt. This time, it was excitement, and it always left them more rowdy than usual, more eager, and more prone to breaking any previous agreements. That was why every breach quickly became a full-scale emergency unless promptly contained.

"Not today," she growled. Before the hippogryph could make his move and stuff her with that beautiful equine cock that'd guarantee her pregnancy, she managed to fumble the lock to the cell open and fell backwards out through the door. Her head hit the smooth stone floor, but she managed to kick the heavy door shut a split second before subject 19 could block it.

That left her outside with the deafening alarms blaring. Around her, the many cell doors rattled as excited breeders, no doubt fantasizing of claiming a staff member of their own, tried to break free. Not all would succeed, but far too many _would,_and they'd make life hell for the staff.

11 did some quick mental math. The staff room was far away, probably as far as it could be given the facility's layout. She had to get there. With breeders starting to roam the corridors, that wasn't going to happen without some help. Thankfully, having worked there for so long, the bat knew all the Facility's secrets. What looked like a janitor's closet next to her, for example, wasn't. She ducked inside and exited with a couple of items. Earbuds, a bottle of spray paint, the kind of thing that might lend her an edge, stashed here by the Facility administration themselves. No weapons; those were kept under strict control in case any staff members chose to side with the breeders, not to mention that the breeders themselves might use one. It wasn't unheard of, as ghastly as it seemed; a lot of people, when living in stressful circumstances month after month, began to idolize that the breeders could offer. Meanwhile, the kind of equipment they did store was of precious little use to someone not yet familiar with the breeders.

To make it, all 11 had to do was be lucky, and she has been lucky so far. There was no reason to think that streak would end, she told herself.

At the same time, in another part of the facility, 77 was running through the corridors towards the staff room. She had been running for what felt like half an hour now. The facility was big, but not that big, which meant she was running in circles. The bear forced herself to stop, ducking behind a nearby corner in a corridor where cells had not yet been installed. The moment she stopped and that first spike of adrenaline passed, she nearly passed out, barely able to remain upright as she wheezed and panted, trying to catch her breath.

The bear cursed herself for not doing more cardio earlier. The only thing she'd felt like she had time for with her old career had been lifting the occasional weights. She was strong, as befitting of her species, but her endurance had suffered. Because you're an idiot, her inner voice, which had finally returned instead of the insufferably horny voice of the dragon she'd just barely escaped, scolded her. Program your way out of this.

But it wasn't as stupid as it sounded. 77 closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. The breeders were relatively simple. She knew what they all wanted. That was a fact she could utilize. She knew the only way they could achieve it, and that was another. The problem was that she'd only met two out of at least forty breeders, and so had no idea what to expect when it came to their unique powers.

And that's a problem, innit? What you get for being such a bare eejit. Thinking you could do something like this by just being all smart. She shook her head. While there would be a time to beat herself up over choices long past, it wasn't now. She had just about caught her breath when she heard the agonized screech of metal twisting in the corridor she'd just passed. Someone had just broken free, and she was sweaty enough that she'd no doubt left a scent trail that'd be very easy to follow even for people who weren't sex-crazed breeders. Fuck. Get those smart legs running.

She did so, and by pure coincidence, ran - blindly - around the corner, and into a bat heading the other way. Thankfully, not hard enough to fall over.

"-what the fuck, what are you running around here for?" the bat growled after recovering from the startled shock. "Get to the staff room, that's what you're supposed to do when the alarm sounds!"

"I just started today, I can't remember where anything-" 77 countered, but just then, the two women heard someone approaching again and set off running.

"Okay. Just_follow me_, and don't... don't get..." the bat panted. The response she got from the bear was barely comprehensible, but the meaning was clear enough; they understood each other.

A few minutes later, 11 spotted a cell with its door torn open. The entire locking mechanism was gone, but it gave the bat an idea. She pulled 77 into the cell with her and swung the door closed behind them.

"They're not going to look in here. I hope," she whispered, in the dark room. "They don't usually pay any attention to each other."

"Well, I'd fucking hope so, because I can't run for much longer," the bear replied. "And this is my first day."

"Yeah, well, it's my last day before retirement," the bat commented. "Not really. But we'll be lucky to get out of this with our heads intact. What happened to your friend?"

"I don't... I don't know, I was with the mindfuck dragon and she just left," 77 said. She shuddered at how close it'd really been. "I guess the slime got her. The dragon almost got me."

"Yeah, that fucker almost gets everyone," the bat lamented. And then she went perfectly quiet, shushing the bear as well. Something moved in the outside corridor, _wetly._Each footstep sounded like a wet rag slapped against concrete.

"Is that- is that the-" 77 whispered.

"Yes, subject 15. Quiet." the bat replied.

The sounds of the slime's footsteps passed slowly. Behind him, someone a little more normal followed, barely audible, like paws on stone. 77 realized it had to be 69. She wanted to look, but at the same time, there was nothing she could do, and on top of that, the cat had almost caused her to get broken as well.

Once everything was silent again, the bat turned to look at her.

"That'd be them, yes. That horrible slime-wolf and your friend. At least she's happy, now," 11 spoke with a tortured, lopsided grin. "We should wait a little longer. That slime leaves a residue behind him that keeps sensing things for a few minutes."

"That's not even... possible," the bear replied, realizing what an absurd situation it was to be pointing that out.

"Yes, I trust you figured out that the breeders don't entirely agree with or abide by the laws of physics when the dragon started replacing your thoughts with his own?" the bat said, with her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Either way, well done resisting him, whatever it was you did. Let's hope you can keep it up."

"I'll try," the bear sighed. She was holding her head with both hands, though more, it seemed, due to stress than sorrow. "At this point doing 9 to 5 in a cubicle sounds like paradise."

The bat flicked her ears. "We're pretty quick to adapt, aren't we? Work that kind of job for long enough and it feels like paradise. Get fucked by a breeder and suddenly that feels like paradise."

"That's not-" the bear started, but then thought better of it.

Truthfully, 11 liked her. She seemed a fair bit smarter than the average newbie. Not too smart, because if she was, she wouldn't have accepted this job to begin with. But smarter. She took stock of the situation. If the bear had been attacked by the dragon earlier, she'd be even more vulnerable to his advances, now. That meant, 11 figured, that the bear would get more mileage out of the earbuds she'd picked up.

Of course, 11 didn't want to give any advantages away, but it only made sense. If this has been another idiot like the cat who'd started the breach, then yes, but the bear seemed responsible enough and indeed, smart enough. 11 handed the earbuds to her.

"What are these for?" 77 asked.

"Static. White noise. If you run into the dragon or the hippogryph, stick them in your ears and turn them on. They'll drown out any of the mindfucker types," the bat explained. "Or better yet, stick them in their ears. They don't like white noise. But if you're that close you're probably pretty well fucked already."

77 thanked her. The bat stood up and peeked out of the broken cell, with the spray bottle held ready in her hand, upside down. Nothing. The corridors were quiet again. The slime liked ambushes, which made her more wary than usual. If it got a single mouthful of itself down anyone's throat they were doomed without immediate week-long rehab. Even the gas it emitted was bad news.

"I think we're clear. Remember, be quiet, Ms. Curves," she advised. "We're not likely to fight anything off if they find us."

"Ms. Curves?" the bear repeated in a flat tone. "You're one to talk with-"

Just then, something fell down from the ceiling, only missing 11 by inches as the bat dove aside with practiced reflexes. The slime splattered against the floor, only to immediately reform back into his preferred lupine shape.

"Should've picked literally anyone else," the bat growled. She'd been prepared for _exactly_this, which meant her luck was still holding. Still holding the spray can upside down, she pushed the nozzle down. What escaped the can wasn't the paint, but the freezing cold propellant, and that realization made the slime recoil, but too late to dodge the spray. The bat didn't let up, approaching the slime as the icy gas stiffened and slowly crystallized his amorphous body.

"Literally. Anyone. Else," 11 emphasized, and then threw the half-empty can at the panicking slime with enough force to shatter his frozen form into large, gelatinous chunks. He'd reform, but it'd take a little while. Less if his breeding slut, no doubt hiding nearby, helped him, but that wasn't something the bat could worry about right now. Escape was all that mattered. She gestured for the bear to follow.

77 didn't need to be told what do. They ran, again, towards the staff room. By now, maybe half the cells they passed had been torn open, and with each broken door they passed, it drove home just how serious the situation was to 11. The last time, the entire breach had been maybe ten breeders. This time it looked like double that, at least. If unlucky, the fireteam would be forced to sterilize the entire building.

"Fuck it," she panted. "We have to hurry. Head for the exit instead. There's nothing the others can do."

"Exit? I have no idea where the- where the exit is," she huffed and puffed, pausing to steady herself. "God, if I make it out of here I'm going to-"

"You'll think about that then, now fucking move!" the bat yelled.

This wasn't the day she'd signed up for. Even as she ran, she was going through every possible scenario in her mind. What she'd do if she ran into any given breeder. In nine out of ten cases, she was fucked. In most of those, they were _both_fucked. The slime had been a lucky break, and if the dragon made an appearance, that'd be another. The tentacles, the hippogryph, or even the mimic? She'd have no chance. The growing sense of dread was settling in like an icy frost over her nerves.

It didn't help that the Facility was intentionally designed to be as confusing as possible. In her frantic frame of mind, even 11 was starting to get confused about where exactly she was. Every corridor looked similar, and the only way she knew she wasn't going in circles was by keeping track of which cells she passed. This was the way out, she was pretty sure, but more than a few breeders knew it just as well as she did, which meant the biggest and meanest ones would probably try to keep an eye on it.

Around the next corner, she froze. Before either of the two women had as much as peeked past it, 11 held an arm out to stop the bear. She held her other hand up to her lips, and they both listened. Every now and then, the clack of a heavy talon on stone echoed through the corridors. That meant either dragon or hippogryph.

"Fffuck," 11 hissed quietly. "It's blocking the path."

"Can't we just rush past?" 77 asked, her voice even more hushed.

"Depends on which one it is," the bat replied. If it was the dragon, it couldn't incapacitate them both mentally, and he was physically weak after being tied up for so long. If it was the hippogryph, however... at most one of them would make it past.

77 fidgeted. She kept smoothing out her whiskers, visibly nervous. "So, we go around? Best option, innit?"

"There is no around. This is the only exit. There's the staff room for a final stand, which will fail. There's us hiding in some hole and hoping the breeders don't find us and the fireteam doesn't end us. Or there's going through," the bat explained. It felt like a lose-lose situation. She didn't like that.

"Okay," 11 finally spoke, a look of grim determination on her face. "We both run. At least one of us will make it. If it's you, hide upstairs in the antechamber and wait for the fireteam. Face down on the ground ideally so they know you're not the mimic."

77 nodded, far past the point of questioning anything and in pure survival mode. Nothing was really registering in her panic-soaked synapses.

11 held up three fingers, counting down silently. Three. Took a deep breath. Two. She exhaled slowly through her nose. One. Every muscle in her body tensed up in preparation for the sprint of a lifetime.

Go.

The moment they rounded the corner they saw the hippogryph, and he saw them, a grin splitting his beak. 11 realized that her luck had definitely ran out. She heard the breeder say something and felt an immediate tremor of arousal, but his attention seemed to shift to the bear.

77 was running for dear life, but at the same time, she couldn't hear anything at all over the deafening white noise from the earbuds. That prevented her from immediately falling under the hippogryph's spell, but it also prevented her from hearing that bat yelling about her being too close, until she felt a firm hard grasp her by the arm and tug her backwards.

The bat considered the situation very briefly, her mind racing through possibilities until her conscience forced her to act, even if it meant she'd almost certainly sacrifice herself instead. She pounced on top of the hippogryph and was almost immediately thrown off with a surprised squawk, but she managed to startle the breeder enough that he lost his grip on the bear.

Immediately, 77 rushed through the door and to the elevator she'd taken down less than a day earlier.

"Credit... where credit is due," the hippogryph smiled. He pinned 11 down against the floor, his claws just barely prickling her skin. "I didn't take you to be the selfless type. As close to a hero's end as any. Even if I suspect that you wanted this all along."

"She didn't belong here," 11 growled.

"Agreed," the hippogryph smiled. This close, he looked rather majestic. The upper body of an eagle, wings and all, white and striking, blending into a muscular equine bottom half with a matching sheath, clad in short chestnut fur. Not that it was a new sight to 11, who had already pleasured the breeder several times. "You, however..."

His talons slipped through 11's skintight uniform, effortlessly slicing a quickly widening gap in the middle of it until her breasts spilled free, and then further down, until she could feel the cool air wash over her suddenly very vulnerable folds.

"You know you've always wanted this, deep inside. If you surrender freely this whole thing could be so much more pleasurable," the hippogryph crooned. His tail lazily swished from side to side behind him. "It's for your own good, anyway. You were made for this. No more running. No more chasing silly dreams of independence."

The most frustrating part about the breeders was, perhaps, that some of them meant well, in the most perverted and fetishized way. They truly believed that everyone would be happier being constantly pregnant, their minds drowned in pleasure. Not all, but some did, and the hippogryph was one of them. Then there was the hypocrisy of them thinking that they had any agency themselves, with their single-minded obsession with breeding. They were hardly any better than their victims. It made 11's blood boil. But then, what choice did she have?

That realization was like a cold shower that sapped what strength she still had. She slumped back against the floor like a puppet with its strings cut. "Fuck you," she hissed in a final act of defiance. "Do it quickly if you're going to."

"Gladly," the hybrid beast rumbled, ignoring the venom in her voice. "Just listen to my voice, look into my eyes, and we'll have you feeling a lot better very soon."

11 could see his heavy equine cock pushing out of his sheath again as it swelled with anticipation and excitement. She was intimately familiar with just how big he was, even how much he came. And this time, it'd all be going inside her. Her luck had finally run out. Sure, she could resist for a few more minutes, but if the fireteam wasn't here already, it'd take them more than a few minutes to clear the way this far down.

It was almost embarrassing to have fallen this close to the finish line. Then again, maybe that had been what she always wanted. Why else would anyone remain at a place like this for so long, choosing to work and keep risking it even after surviving one security breach. Was that truth, or was it merely an excuse to dampen the guilt of finally losing? It didn't matter, anymore. At least the bear had gotten out. If she was half as smart as she seemed, maybe she might one day figure out a cure for what the breeders did. Even if not, at least she hopefully wouldn't repeat the same mistakes.

Slowly, 11 raised her head to look the hippogryph directly in his eyes. His influence washed over her like a warm, soothing wave. It felt a little like sinking into a warm bath, only it also immediately made it hard to focus.

"There you go. Finally. Doesn't it feel better to not have to fight anymore?" the hippogryph rumbled. "You should've done this ages ago instead of continuing to pretend you're some sort of dominant," he continued, trailing a pair of fingers down 11's chest, belly, and then her thighs, leaving a tingling sensation everywhere he touched. 11 shuddered. She was still aware enough to recognize exactly what the breeder was doing, but she didn't have the energy for yet another hopeless fight.

"I've always admired those broad hips of yours," the breeder continued. His talon-clad fingers squeezed her, roughly. "Made for getting pregnant, over and over. Your whole purpose is to receive a male's seed and produce offspring for him. And you've been denying it all this time, fighting your own nature, thinking that you want to be more than just a wet pussy and a fertile womb..."

11 wanted to bite him, but at the same time, it was starting to feel as if he was right. Hypnosis, aided by his deep voice and glimmering gaze. The thought was almost beautiful, though. The fantasy of having such a singular purpose in life. The bat could feel that familiar heat and dampness building inside her. The spark of resistance was fading.

"You're thinking of resisting, aren't you? But you won't. Because you're such a good girl, and you want what I can offer you Imagine what'd happen if you got bred," he guided her deeper into that trance, hands squeezing at her chest. "Here, to your breasts..." he began.

11 was curvy, though bottom-heavy, and in weaker moments she had always wished for bigger tits. She imagined it. Her breasts swelling with milk. Growing a few cup sizes. Being impossible for handsome, studly men like the hippogryph to look away from, bouncing and jiggling with each step. The thought made her feel even hotter, tingly in that familiar sense that meant she'd soon grow wet, too.

"And here, to your belly..." the hippogryph continued. His hands brushed over the bat's flat, well-trained stomach, and she imagined that swelling out, too. A cute bump, first, and the eventually an undeniably massive dome of pregnancy, showing off her fertility and fecundity to everyone around. She'd barely be able to walk by the end of it, and yet, that thought almost seemed _exciting,_watching herself change like that. 11 shuddered, her knees feeling wobbly and just on the verge of buckling.

"To your silly little head," he murmured. His hand caressed her head, leaving her mind feeling blissfully empty. It felt just as good as she'd feared it would, slowly losing her grip on reality as she fell under his hypnotic spell. All worries seemed to dissipate, leaving a deeply peaceful clarity of purpose behind.

"And here,_to this cute little hole. Too all that _really matters about you, the whole reason that you exist," he continued, in that oddly emphasized rhythm. He slipped a finger into her soaked cunt. Her body quivered with pleasure, clamping down around the intruding digit hungrily. It'd only feel better once he'd successfully bred her. She'd only need more cock to stuff her slutty little pussy with, and each time she'd grow a little dumber until she was just a horny slut, permanently in heat, her slippery little cum-catcher always wet and ready for another male.

And all the while, 11 was staring into his eyes, until she felt like she was drowning, only it wasn't a thrashing, panicking experience at all. Rather, it was like a blissful, serene feeling of floating, of unnecessary parts of herself suffocating and withering away, leaving only a sensual, heated, lusty, and shameless_central being. All the urges that everyone felt, but laid bare, all inhibitions mercilessly and _cruelly stripped away, leaving only... only...

A whimpering moan of desire left 11's trembling lips. For a moment she could see herself nine months pregnant. How different she'd look, how wonderfully right_it'd feel. The hippogryph was right. It was her purpose. He was such a kind, handsome stud to be willing to help her catch up with all the other women the breeders had already converted. He was doing her a _service really, willing as he was to plant the seed of life in her poor, neglected, horrifically empty womb. Only vaguely did the bat remember that she was supposed to resist, that her and the breeder had a kind of rivalry.

His hypnotic words, gaze, and touch melted what little resistance remained in her. Of course, it'd only be temporary, all those good feelings bound to fade away in a matter of hours, unless he blessed her with his thick, warm, life-creating seed and made those gifts of thoughtlessness and lust permanent. The bat was struck by a sudden fear, almost, at having to return to her former - real? - self. She moaned again, clenching wetly around the hippogryph's rough fingers, her eyes suddenly drawn naturally to his thick, dangerous cock, so ready to make her a mother. So ready to erase all that there was to her except that deeply erotic animal that lived in everyone.

She was dripping wet, and that soaked part of her was fully exposed thanks to the torn jumpsuit. And yet, she made no effort to close her legs.

The hippogryph's beak brushed against her cheek. "Do you want it?" he rumbled. "Do you want me to make you my breeding slut? Give you all of the things you've been denying yourself? A firm, hard cock pumping you full of sperm, inseminating you, fertilizing you, leaving you a brainless, pregnant slut, the way all women should be?"

11's reply was a strangled, almost pained moan. She wasn't completely gone. She knew what was about to happen was bad, deeply bad. And yet, the prospect of surrender felt so sweet. She knew that even saying the words would feel so incredibly good, so liberating. And really, she'd done her duty. She'd helped her new friend escape. She'd sacrificed herself so the younger, smarter bear could make it. There was no reason to right. She knew, just as the hippogryph did, that not only would she love what he'd do to her. She'd never stop_loving it. All that awaited her at the end of his throbbing, dangerous cock buried deep inside her was _paradise.

"Yes," she gasped. "I want it."

The hippogryph responded with a sound between a pleasured equine snort and a very avian trill of triumph. His hands pressed down on 11's shoulders, pinning her against the floor, and he knelt between her spread legs, letting his thick, almost ebon shaft flop against her belly. It felt so very hot, even through her fur, and her hips twitched against it with desire.

"Mm. Then let me help you," he churred. "We both knew you'd break in the end."

That barb was almost enough to make 11 snap out of it, to claw or bite at the hippogryph, but then the swollen crown of his cock pressed against her slit in a very primal act that left her gasping. The pressure grew. A breeder's cock seeking entry into her unprotected cunt. The way she'd seen them do so many times. Only now it was her who'd be filled. Who'd have her brains melted, just as she'd seen happen to other women. They'd all looked so happy. Maybe she would, too.

Her legs wrapped around the hippogryph's strong hips and squeezed, pressing the two together, encouraging him to claim her. It was all because of his hypnosis, but soon enough, it'd all come very naturally to her. And all it'd take was for him to breed her. Exactly the way she was never supposed to let happen, and yet exactly the way she desperately needed it.

11 moaned out at the top of her lungs when the hippogryph's equine flare popped into her sopping wet and fertile sex. It was more intense than any sex she'd ever had. She was hypersensitive, every inch of her body, and especially her pussy. She could feel every pulsing vein on the breeder's beautiful cock. Every beat of his heart. His very desire.

"There... you go," he hissed with pleasure at her tightness. "Now let's ease you into motherhood, you horny slut."

He began to slowly roll his hips against her. Slow, deep thrusts at first. Despite his immense girth it was almost frictionless with how completely drenched the bat was. His shaft jerked inside her, and somewhere deep, deep in her very core, that throb was followed by warmth splashing against the bat's cervix. That wouldn't affect her much, but feeling it so intimately was an intoxicating reminder that there was nothing except time separating his cum from her womb. And her mind. Yet rather than protesting, she moaned. Her body had already chosen to fully side with her assailant. Every contraction was her womb cheering him on, coaxing him to go faster and harder, to give her what she needed even sooner.

11 shuddered and whimpered. Her claws dug into the hippogryph's feather-clad back. He wasn't even holding her down any longer, but she only noticed that dimly, in the background of the glowing, sloppy pleasure that radiated through her with each motion of the breeder's hips.

Gods, just getting fucked by one felt so good. Being fully claimed was a small price to pay for this. It would happen soon. She could barely breathe with how badly her hypnotized mind wanted it. Every motion of her body was purely aimed towards coaxing the stud into filling her now, now, now. She wanted to belong to him. Or to anyone else he wanted to fuck her.

Quicker and quicker the breeder's hips moved towards the inevitable, sticky ending of their rut. 11 moaned in ecstasy as each thrust brought her closer as well. Closer to her end. She felt him swell up even bigger. His muscles trembled as he drove his dangerous manhood into her unwillingly welcoming depths again and again with primal need and urgency.

"Almost there. Just a little longer," he huffed. "Just hold on a little longer and you won't ever need to worry about anything again. Mmh... I bet you're so excited."

11 was both excited and, on a deeper level, anxious. But there were only so many sensations that her mind could process at once. Would it feel like growing old and forgetting who she was, where she was, what she had even been doing? Or would it be more like the calmness of meditation, an empty mind, only filled with lust? It didn't matter, of course. No dark truth revealed at this point would make her dazed body or burning, needy pussy want it any less. Just a little longer. Her heart fluttered at his promise.

He sped up a little more, for the last time. His thrusts were the frantic, clumsy jabs of a male nearing his climax, and his breath was heavy and labored. Just a little longer. 11 felt his swollen balls slap against her with each thrust, as if reminding the bat of what he had in store for her.

Some subconscious part deep inside her had been holding out hope that the fireteam would suddenly burst in and save her. It just didn't feel real. The notion that she'd finally been caught. It felt surreal. But that comfortable, instinctive, dissociative defense was shattered with the first throb of the hippogryph's equine cock. It was nothing but a regular orgasming twitch, but it felt like an earthquake for how much it equally terrified and excited the bat.

The hippogryph didn't say anything. No more taunts. He had gotten exactly what he wanted. There was no more need for bravado. He hilted inside 11's clutching body one last time, and then, throb. Warmth flooded into the bat's body. Of course, she couldn't quite feel it beyond a deep-set, muted tickle, but she imagined it. The thick, white cum coating her cervix, soaking through it, every suckling pull of her inner muscles helping it fill her most intimate places.

And with each ropy jet of seed, some part of her slipped away forever. It didn't feel like dementia. It felt like freedom. Unimportant thoughts were washed away into a warm, fuzzy bliss. Each felt like a weight taken off her shoulders. By the third spurt of his sperm erupting into her, 11 was cumming too, moaning shamelessly at the top of her lungs as her body and mind finally fully surrendered to the beautiful breeder-stud. She felt so deliciously slutty as her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him wetly, her own juices gushing over his sheath as her body drank every heated drop of his offering. Why had she ever resisted this? The hippogryph was such a magnificent specimen. A stud. Her master.

She found herself giggling while still moaning in the throes of her orgasm, rubbing her belly absentmindedly as if trying to push the breeder's hot cum deeper into herself.

He, as his orgasm ebbed, had a smug look of satisfaction on his face, finally having conquered his long-time caretaker. All the intelligence had bled from her unfocused gaze, but as always with the breeder victims, she looked happy in a vapid, carefree way. A smile that meant nothing except that she was feeling good, no deeper thought beyond the pleasure her rather slutty, drooling pussy, and heaving tits gave her.

"Feeling better now?" he crooned. The old 11 would've found it infuriating. In her new state of mind, she found him charming, and moaned in response, playfully squeezing down around his still stiff cock.

They eventually retreated into one of the nearby cells, with the breeder wanting to enjoy her for a little longer. A day later, perhaps, as the bat wallowed in that empty-headed bliss, squirming and giggling each time she felt a trickle of the hippogryph's seed ooze out of her well-used cunt, nothing else mattered anymore. As her new master presented his messy cock for her to lick clean, she did so eagerly, slurping up their mixed juices after each time he fucked a fresh load of his potent sperm into her womb, trying to ensure that she'd conceive.

The fireteam still wasn't there. 11 didn't care, anymore - if anything she was very thankful to have been reduced to nothing but a cum-filled cocksleeve with her pussy always dripping with seed - but if things had been different, she might've noticed that as right as things felt, they were very, very wrong.

But that was a problem for others, a fight for someone else to take up. 11 no longer had a part in any of it. She clenched as her master pushed his endlessly capable cock deep into her with a leisurely thrust once more, without as much as asking, and began to slowly rut towards giving her fecund womb another blessed load of his swimmers.

She massaged his length as best she could, focusing all of her rather limited mental capacity on making him spurt as hard as possible into her hungry pussy. This was truly heaven.