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Somewhere, far from civilization, an enormous explosion went off. It was big enough – massive enough – that it was heard in the nearest towns, despite coming from the middle of the uninhabited badlands in the southern reaches of the country. It sounded like thunder, and far, far on the horizon, a tiny cloud of smoke and dust blossomed.

Ryder watched every second of it through his window. He had been working, but the explosion had nearly made him jump out of his skin. It wasn't unheard of that the military would perform test detonations in the distant desert, but this sounded like a nuke. Or bigger. For a brief moment the sergal thought they were under attack. By who, he had no idea.

But no. One explosion, and then silence. The cloud of dust slowly disappeared into the wind, and he was left wondering what on earth just happened. At least it hadn't woken up his partner, Null, sleeping downstairs. The bunny had been struggling to sleep at all in the oppressive summer heat in this hot climate, but Ryder checked up on him anyway, feeling that familiar fuzzy warmth as he saw that his love was still dozing peacefully. Just as he deserved to.

But there was nothing about the explosion on the news, which told him it was definitely a government thing, or something even more top secret.

Ah well. I'm sure they know what they're doing. I hope, he thought, as he settled in for the night as well.

---

The Badlands Facility was no more. It had, as expected, been decontaminated by a bomb so big that it left a massive crater of glass in the sand. Not a nuclear bomb; something much worse that only the Organization had access too, from the same anomalous sources as most of their breeder prisoners.

Not many had remained inside by the time the compromised facility was annihilated, of course. Forty-two – or the Queen, as she was now called – gazed at the cloud of dust with a twinge of pain in her heart. A sliver of regret about the role that she had played in this destruction.

Around her, most of the breeders gathered in the cold desert night, eager to keep their queen warm. They were, at least, safe. And to some extent, they were all her responsibility. But not just that. 42 felt that it was also her responsibility to do with her flock that which the Facility had failed to do; to keep them from hurting the innocent in their ravenous lust to breed, and prevent the thought-annihilating effects their mere presence could have.

She had a certain amount of influence over them, thankfully, just as the breeders had influence over their victims. That made her task easier, as their queen, but that control wasn't perfect. Already, a few strays had broken away from the flock. A few of the worst specimens she had encountered, that they'd now have to help catch before the Organization really brought down their full might on her and her flock, and while the breeders were supernaturally resilient, they were nothing compared to the reality-warping weaponry that the Organization could field if facing a truly existential threat.

Right now, they were holding off. A queen was a new development. She could sense it; even now, they were watching her, waiting to see what her first move would be. She had to be careful, balancing the freedom of her flock with safety for the unknowing masses.

Firstly – once the night had passed – they'd have to search for the wolf who had run off in an act of defiance. 42 didn't look forward to it, but for now, there was nothing to do but nestle in amidst her loyal Breeders and wait for the break of dawn. He would be difficult to hunt down, but even one of them could only cause so much damage in only eight hours. The facilities were far from civilization for a reason, but they hadn't counted on anyone settling a little closer to one than expected.

---

Ryder found himself unable to sleep, of course, with the aftershocks of the adrenaline spike that'd been driven through his still rapidly beating heart by the explosion. He couldn't stop worrying about it, which irritated him. If it had been something to worry about, an explosion of that scale would've already done what damage it was going to do.

He just hoped he hadn't been irradiated or worse watching the dust settle.

Instead, Ryder tried to think about his wonderful partner, cradled in his arms. Just feeling the bunny got him excited, despite only recently having mounted him. He was still full of the sergal's seed, even. They had finished their little act of debauchery, Null had fallen asleep, and then Ryder had returned to work on his hobbies. And a few hours into work, that explosion happened.

No. Don't think about that. It was nothing. You'll just worry the both of you. Null was an anxious type, easily frightened. Ryder wouldn't tell him about the night's occurrences to begin with. That said, if properly stimulated, he was also an absolute firecracker in bed. It had been a few hours and the sergal still felt the buzz of satisfaction from how hard he had cum playing with his mate.

The two had a pretty active sex life. It involved a lot of roleplay, too. The kind of kinks you never told anyone about, at least nobody modest and sensible. Not where they lived, where appearances and conformity were everything, but in a way the taboo nature of what they liked only made it hotter. The bunny liked it when Ryder pretended to eat him. Ryder liked the thought of being forcibly turned into a female. The usual stuff that he figured everyone secretly liked, away from the beady, curious eyes of any neighbors.

That was why the two of them had settled so far from everyone, far from the city and just on the edge of the badlands. With nobody around, they were free to fully be themselves. Unfortunately, they had ended up far closer to the former Facility than they should've been allowed to.

Just as he was starting to feel calm enough to fall asleep, though – absorbed in thoughts about the world, about perception and about conformity – Ryder shot up again as he heard a loud, crashing impact outside. This time, it was close enough and loud enough that Null bounced out of bed as well.

“W-what w-“ Null stuttered, bleary-eyed and barely awake. Even like that, he looked cute, Ryder thought, as he tried to compose himself.

“I don't know. It's probably nothing," Ryder lied. “Just stay here."

He rushed downstairs. He wasn't some big, strong, fearless man of a sergal, but he still felt that instinctive duty to protect his partner, and as he ran down the stairs he was fully expecting to have to fistfight a bear or worse. But at the bottom of the stairs, he saw only darkness. He tried flipping on the lights, but whatever the sound had been must've knocked out a utility pole or the nearby transformer that they'd had installed. The power was out and showed no signs of coming back anytime soon.

He peered into the darkness. He could somewhat see outside, just not as clearly as some more dedicated hunters like cats or wolves. Right now, Ryder saw nothing at all, but the hair on the back of his neck stood up in a chilling feeling of being watched. That gut feeling was rarely wrong, but if it was right, and the sound hadn't been something like a falling tree or even a rogue meteorite crashing into their yard, he could see absolutely nothing.

The sergal paced from window to window. Nothing moved, out there in the desert night, though his suspicions were correct; the utility pole just outside their house had snapped like a twig, and it had fallen over his beloved car, completely destroying the windshield.

But what had snapped the pole?

The shockwave from the- no, not hours afterwards. That's crazy.

Ryder had no other ideas, though. He fought that unwanted urge to panic and run. Maybe it had just been a gust of wind.

---

In the darkness, one of the breeders, this one a wolf, watched his prey. There were two living in that flimsy little house. Both males, which was fine by him. He had his particular ways of changing such stubborn physical details. Unlike the lesser breeders who had chosen to stay with their so-called Queen, he would strike out on his own.

Was it a little risky to stop so close to the badlands? Maybe. But it would only take him a few hours at most to convert two weak-willed creatures like these, especially other males. Every breeder had a scent, which was the primary reason they were kept imprisoned – and satisfied enough to not break out – in the Facilities. A slight whiff of it would cloud any male's mind, and a deeper breath would leave them a drooling, eager servant with little to no agency to do anything, least of all protest the treatment. It wasn't permanent, unlike what those Facility idiots believed, the wolf knew, but it could become permanent if exposure lasted for long enough. And since no victims had any desire to escape their breeder masters, it typically did. This had been interpreted as the effect being instant and irreversible, yet another failing of the Organization.

Not that the wolf had minded his time there. He had servants taking care of him every night, ate like a king and lived in perfect luxury. But that home was gone now, taken away in a breakout and then an explosion, which meant he had to regain his place in the world. And he would start with these two.

One of them, he mused – the sergal who kept looking out of the windows – he'd turn into his personal slave-consort. The other, a male servant… or perhaps, a snack. The wolf could see through people. That was his secret strength; he saw every desire in every mortal creature he met, and that made playing on them surprisingly easy.

The bunny, for one, desired to be devoured. Oh, he'd never admit to such a thing, of course, but nobody ever did. And the sergal was deeply curious about what life as a woman was like. Easy prey.

He stalked a little closer, nearly invisible with his black fur blending into the night. He had no reason to do any of this. They couldn't hurt him, and the Queen and her flock of sycophants were far away. He did it only because he enjoyed it, enjoyed the dark mammalian instincts to stalk his prey before pouncing, leaving them just aware enough to be on edge and hopefully try to fight or run.

Oh, this would be such a delicious night, for him.

---

Null came down the stairs after waiting for what felt like an eternity for his partner to return.

“What is it?" he asked, a little more awake. “Did someone-“

“Shh," the sergal hushed him, dropping his own voice to a husky whisper. “I don't know. The utility pole broke. I don't know why, but I'm looking."

“C-could it be like a bear or something?" Null suggested, as quietly as he could, immediately realizing that a bear wouldn't actually be strong enough to break a pole of solid wood like that. Unless it tried climbing it, maybe. “Or a… gust of wind?"

“I don't know," Ryder hissed with frustration. Nothing at all, through any window. Maybe it had just been a gust of wind, and the pole had been rotting from the inside for some time, but the sergal felt so very on edge. Something felt wrong, entirely wrong. It was the kind of feeling of impending doom that he rarely felt outside of horrific nightmares. The sensation – leaving his skin tingling – that any moment his entire existence would be snuffed out. “I'm going to look outside."

“I'll come too," Null blurted out. He had to. Even if he was anxious and afraid, he couldn't leave his partner facing any potential danger alone. And it probably was nothing, anyway. It wasn't as if the pole had been chopped down by a serial killer, he convinced himself.

The two put on a pair of warm coats and stepped outside into the chill night. As they approached the broken pole, the cause was immediately obvious and even more chilling than the air itself. It had been cleanly sliced in half by what looked like sharp claws, going by the marks left in the wood.

“Yeah. Okay. We're getting out of here," Ryder spoke without thinking. It didn't matter what had left the marks. He didn't want to meet it.

It was too late, of course, because almost immediately, he heard a deep, throaty growl behind his shattered vehicle. Then, an enormous wolf – halfway between anthropomorphic and feral – leapt up on the roof, staring at the two with a lusty, hungry look in its yellow eyes.

“Well, aren't you two a treat?" it growled. Slowly, Ryder and Null retreated back towards their house, and the wolf hopped down, following them. “It's so very refreshing to find prey that doesn't know what I am."

“A… a w-werewolf?" Null stuttered.

“Not my most important trait, little snack," the wolf replied in that rumbling, pleased tone. “But you'll learn, soon enough."

“What do you want?" Ryder asked. He tried to sound authoritative. Like he had the strength to fend the beast off, if it attacked, but he knew he'd have no chance. Keeping up that thin veneer of confidence was all he could do. Maybe it'd discourage the wolf.

The wolf followed them into the house. Ryder thought of slamming the door shut, but what would that help? If the wolf's claws could cut through a solid wooden pole, he would effortlessly slice his way through the doors as well.

It wasn't until they were inside that he noticed a faint whiff of something. Like a spice- no, a musk, and it burned in his nostrils. The instant the fragrance reached his mind, though, the sergal felt a fog settle in over his thoughts, a kind of sluggishness that made it difficult to think at all.

Thankfully, he reacted quickly. Every now and then, the air blowing in from the badlands was so full of sand that it was hard to breathe, so Ryder had long since gotten a mask to wear when that happened. And it had enough of a filter that it stopped any sort of biological contaminant too. The sergal snatched it from a drawer and pulled it over his face, just in time to see Null's shoulders slump. The bunny seemed almost mesmerized, most certainly because of that same intoxicating fragrance that the wolf seemed to exude.

“Ah, you noticed that, did you? I'd really recommend just taking a deep breath," the wolf grinned, appropriately wolfishly. Ryder could see his dark red cock beginning to poke out, impossible to not notice for how it contrasted with his jet-black fur. “Just look at how happy your friend looks."

Null was staring at the wolf, his mouth hanging half open, and the fact that he, too, was getting hard was obvious even through his pajama pants.

“Null! Snap out of it!" Ryder called out and got only the faintest reaction. Null turned his head, acknowledging what the sergal said but helpless to follow his advice.

“I'm… I can't… smells so nice," the bunny huffed. All his anxiety was gone. All the shyness he always felt was, too. He wanted to sink down on his knees before the beautiful wolf, but something about Ryder's presence kept him from surrendering fully.

The wolf sat on his haunches, showing off that swelling cock more clearly. “Aw, you're trying to resist, little bunny?" he grinned. “You two must really love each other. Don't worry, you can still be together while serving me."

“Don't even think about it," Ryder growled through his mask. “He's mine! I don't care what you are!"

Was it inadvisable to antagonize the enormous wolf who could effortlessly tear him to pieces? Yes, yes it was. But it was the only thing Ryder could do, and his rejection of the offer was almost enough to stir Null awake. It was the kind of bond lovers developed after a while, one somehow sensing the emotions of the other even if halfway incapacitated.

“He was," the wolf replied, calmly. He knew he had nothing to worry about. “But I can give him everything you can't. And I can give you everything you can't, too, sergal."

“What's that supposed to mean?" Ryder asked. He was looking around his home for anything he could use as a weapon before he surrendered to the wolf.

“I'm a breeder. Not that you'd know what that means. But I can see into you. Read your innermost, hidden, shivering desires," the wolf replied. He stood back up on his hind legs, slouched forward in a half-bestial stance. “You want to know what being a bitch is like. And this one?"

He raised his hand and touched a claw-tipped finger to Null's chin. With every breath, the bunny seemed to be more and more entranced. He didn't protest as the wolf peeled off his shirt, and then sliced clean through his pants and underwear with that razor-sharp claw. “You know what he wants. You both roleplay it often enough. Only I can let him feel it in reality."

The wolf wrapped an arm around the now naked bunny, and he slowly leaned him backwards as he unhinged his jaws, far wider than any natural creature ever could.

“Would you like to feel it, bunny? Will you surrender if I let you?" the wolf asked.

“No-“ Ryder tried to interrupt them.

“Yes," gasped Null. He had always fantasized about being eaten. And this whole scenario was a dream, anyway. None of it was possible. It wasn't possible for a wolf to open his mouth so wide that he engulfed both of his legs. It wasn't possible for that wolf to smell so good that the bunny would've been ready to do anything for him, even sacrifice his own mind. So, it wouldn't hurt to play along. The heat of the wolf's mouth felt so good around him. His naked legs slipped deeper.

Ryder stood there as if paralyzed, watching the beast slowly eat his partner. Or at least, swallow enough of him to completely break his mind. He could've struck, then, but then the wolf might bite his bunny in half. He could've run away, but that meant abandoning his partner.

Null moaned as his legs slipped down the wolf's throat. It felt amazing, and it had been his most common fantasy for so long, now, and it – at least in combination with the wolf's intoxicating scent – felt just as good as he had always imagined. His hard cock throbbed against the breeder's tongue.

“Please let him go," the sergal pleaded. The wolf only glanced at him as it kept swallowing, pulling the bunny deeper. The worst part was how happy Null looked. He looked like he was having the best dream ever, ever happier than when Ryder had first confessed his love to him. He was going to break. Maybe it was all meant to be this way.

Defeated, the sergal sunk to his knees. He could, if he wanted, just take the mask off and let the “breeder" do what it wanted. At least he'd be happy soon enough, even if he wouldn't be himself.

Null was down to his chest in the wolf's mouth – with the broad lupine tongue caressing what felt like every inch of him, and his throat constricting around his legs – when he finally faltered. He had managed to just barely dig his claws into the edge of sanity and hold himself there, but no. Not anymore. It felt too good. He loved the wolf. The scent, which he was greedily inhaling, had fogged just about all of his trembling thoughts.

And so, he did the only thing he could. He surrendered. The bunny went almost limp in the wolf's mouth, letting his thoughts scatter to the winds when they were too hard to hang onto any longer. Then he came, his body rewarding his mindless submission in heavy, orgasmic throbs as his cum splurted over the wolf's tongue, letting the breeder taste his surrender. He belonged to him. If he wanted to fully swallow him, to make him nothing more than part of him, he would-

-the blissful moment was over. The wolf regurgitated him back onto the living room floor, soaked in saliva and cum, while licking his lips and turning his attention to Ryder, who looked almost as broken as his partner.

“Mm? Wouldn't you love to feel like him?" the wolf grinned, as he always seemed to do, as he pulled his jaws back into place, looking almost like a natural creature again. “Surrender is so easy. All you have to do is to remove that mask. I won't force you, though."

“If you're not going to force me, then get out," Ryder whimpered. Yet he couldn't deny that despite his anxiety, despite feeling distraught at watching his long-time partner break like that – Null was now kneeling next to the wolf, obediently waiting for his next command – it also turned him on. He cursed his traitorous cock, hard as rock against the inside of his pants.

“But think of what you'll be missing out on. I could transform you, effortlessly," the wolf narrated, planting more and more of those perverted thoughts in the sergal's head. He crept closer, delighted by how he tormented his prey. “You've always wondered how it would feel to be female."

Those words sent a twinge, like electrifying excitement, down Ryder's spine.

“That is what we do. We give everyone what they desire. And all you give in return is what little, unpleasant, individual thought you have left in that head of yours. Wouldn't you much rather be my mindless breeding toy?"

As long as he didn't breathe in the breeder's scent, he'd be alright, wouldn't he, Ryder asked himself, trying to justify his growing curiosity and excitement.

Of course, he had no idea how the breeders affected women, but neither did he have any reason to suspect it would be any different. The Organization had, after all, kept them secret. Nobody outside of the Facilities understood the breeders. If he had, Ryder would've known that the offer spelled doom just as clearly.

“How would you-“ Ryder blurted out. “I mean, no, I mean-“

The wolf stepped so close that the sergal could feel his body heat radiating against himself. A big, rough hand-paw caressed his chest, leaving his skin tingling everywhere it touched.

“I won't even need to do anything. It's obvious what you are, on the inside. I can smell it on you. You want a womb for me to stuff full of my pups," the wolf replied. “I'll only give you a chance to show me, yourself."

Ryder shuddered at the touch. The wolf's hand felt incredibly warm against him, and worse yet, he seemed to touch more than just his fur and skin. The sergal found his body responding eagerly, a swelling heat in his chest as the breeder began to reshape him. It was an incredible feeling, almost like radiating light. Peaceful. Wonderful. Deeply, deeply erotic.

But just then, the mask was yanked off his face by his very partner, who offered only a vapid, empty-headed smile in apology as the sergal flailed, trying to grab it but held tightly by the wolf. He had just barely had time to take a deep breath before it happened. But what good would that do him?

“Oh, aren't we stubborn? You'd have made such a good strike team member for the Facility. Most males break just like your pathetic little bunny," the wolf chuckled. His hand dipped lower, his claws shredding Ryder's clothes just as they had sliced Null's. “And here you are, fighting happiness itself. The world really is much nicer when you don't have to think, and that's what I'm offering you. That, and more. Your own dripping cunt, eager to be seeded…"

Ryder held his breath. Yes, it was stubborn and probably hopeless. He knew that sooner or later he'd have to breathe in, and the longer he waited, the more of the breeder's pheromones he'd draw in. At least he'd be gone in an instant, reduced to a toy. The worst was how the scent seemed to tickle at his nostrils. And how the breeder's hand slipped further and further down his body, the heat of it mesmerizing, especially once it reached his hard shaft.

“You won't need this, of course. It's just unsightly on a breeding slut like yourself," the wolf growled. He gave the sergal a gentle squeeze, and Ryder couldn't hold back the moan, exhaling some of the precious oxygen that kept him from being taken. And he could feel his hardness melting into the wolf's grasp. He was going soft, his body eagerly surrendering even as his mind was trying to resist.

Weakly, Ryder tried to push the wolf away, only succeeding in burning even more of the oxygen in his lungs. The wolf, effortlessly, pushed him onto his back on the floor instead, and Null sat next to them, glassy eyed with pure lust and wanting to watch his partner submit to his new master, too. And in some way, Ryder wanted to join him. Every fiber of his being was quivering at the possibility of being transformed and utterly hypnotized by this handsome- no, evil wolf.

Fuck. He felt himself melt in the breeder's grasp. His cock was shrinking as if it'd never been there at all, retreating into his body as the wolf shaped him to be more to his liking. With him safely on his back and too weak to resist, the breeder was free to use both arms, and he used them to wonderfully twisted effect. Ryder gasped, feeling his chest swell and tingle. He was growing breasts. And his cock was shrinking away.

The wolf was turning him into a female, regardless of how much he might – weakly – try to protest, squirming and trying to fight the urge to breathe. But it would only keep him safe for a few moments longer. He was starting to feel weak from the lack of oxygen, little sparkles dancing at the edge of his vision as his lungs burned to take a breath.

“Please do it," Null murmured, sounding like he was asleep. “Don't fight him. It feels so good."

He barely even sounded like the bunny Ryder had fallen in love with. But there was a seductive quality to his voice, driving home just how easy it'd be to surrender. All he had to do was what would soon happen anyway.

But he was stubborn.

That lasted exactly until he felt the breeder's finger slip inside him. The sensation was so alien, and yet, so incredibly good, that he let out what little air remained in his lungs in a stuttering moan. Then, he inhaled in turn. The breeder's sweet scent burned in his lungs, clouding his mind, and he-

-felt only a little more aroused.

“You're not quite male, are you?" the wolf laughed, a mean grin on his face. “Were you ever? What did you think would happen?"

He was mocking him, but regardless of what Ryder had been, as she looked down at her body, it was the curvy, feminine one of a woman. Two modest but perky breasts on her chest, and a sensation of emptiness between her legs. That “emptiness" was dripping wet already, and the feeling of the wolf brushing his fingers over the outer lips made Ryder shiver.

He did smell fantastic, though. Even if the musky fragrance didn't leave her mind blank, it did excite her, leaving her freshly-formed pussy clenching with need against the wolf's probing fingers.

“Mm. There we go, a new slut in heat. Now why don't you just get on all fours so I can give you what you really want?" the wolf growled, and before Ryder actually had the chance to reply, the breeder grabbed her by the waist and turned her over with such strength that she felt like little more than a ragdoll. Maybe a sex doll.

Should just enjoy this and figure out a solution later, Ryder's lust-ridden mind echoed.

The problem, which she wasn't aware of whatsoever, was that while the breeders could convert men with merely their scent and perhaps a few knowing touches, women were immune to that. However, the same enslaved fate would befall any woman who allowed – or couldn't fight off – a breeder mounting her. The moment his cum entered her body, she'd be just as gone as Null was.

But Ryder didn't know that and was already shamefully wagging her rump for the breeder, eager to have him sate the heat that he had sparked inside her, inviting both pregnancy and doom. The need was so immense that she would've fucked almost anything, though. There was a reason that animals in heat needed to be kept separate from the males, after all. It made it impossible to resist an offered rutting.

“That's a more appropriate position for you," the wolf growled as he leapt atop the sergal's submissive form. While he couldn't lean his entire weight on her, he let her feel just enough to keep her – at all times – reminded of what was happening. What would happen. “No more thinking of yourself as a man. You were meant to be like this."

He nudged his hips onward. Ryder could've sworn that time slowed down as she felt the breeder's cock touch her new folds. Next to her, Null gasped at the erotic display, but right now, all of Ryder's focus was purely on herself. The feeling was so intense that it took all of her attention.

Then, there was also the doubt in the back of her head. That voice telling her that if she let this happen it'd be all over. In the best case she'd be left pregnant with the wolf's pups. The way his bare, virile cock pried her open, though, was too good.

“I almost wish I'd have taken you first," the wolf whispered, his breath hot against Ryder's ear. And then he thrust, hard, driving himself into the sergal's unresisting body in one smooth motion, until his tapered cockhead was nudged just against her new cervix.

If the initial touch had felt good, this was beyond that. Ryder moaned out, her senses drowning in the breeder's presence. His burning, wonderful scent, his dominant clutching of her receptive and fertile body, the way his cock speared into her and touched what felt like all of her very being. Feeling his pendulous balls slap against her new opening, promising to soon be emptying their contents into her thirsty womb.

He'd get her pregnant. There was no doubt about that. She just didn't know the other consequences.

While the wolf gave Ryder a brief moment to adjust, Null was already there, rubbing his balls, and in particular rubbing them against Ryder's dripping slit, never letting her forget what was about to happen. The bunny was completely lost, but at this point Ryder just couldn't care anymore. Impatiently, she pushed back against the wolf's cock, over the faint bulge where his knot would eventually swell, tying the two together.

The wolf took his time, enjoying the virgin heat of the sergal's body, the way the newly minted female's inexperienced sex clenched around him, half in discomfort and half in heated, ravenous desire for his seed. Then, and only then, did he begin to thrust, and even that, he did leisurely at first. Only slowly did he push his cock in, and then he pulled out with that same excruciating patience, leaving Ryder whimpering for more.

“If you want me to go faster, maybe you should ask for it," the wolf laughed, cruelly. “Don't worry, your little snack of a boyfriend won't mind you begging."

Maybe he wouldn't, but being that Null was watching her being degraded like this still made Ryder's cheeks blush a crimson red with shame. But the breeder-wrought heat made it so difficult to resist; her body demanded she let it all happen. And she did, and the words came without any conscious input, and they felt amazing to say. She begged for the wolf to breed her, to stuff his knot into her and fill her with his seed. and to leave her belly swollen with his bastard pups.

“That's a good girl," he growled. And then he began to thrust properly, in a practiced staccato rhythm that nearly made Ryder's mind melt right then and there. The wonderful and wet carnal friction was immediately driving her feral with need. It was almost indescribable, but what she did know was that it felt far better than the sergal had ever imagined in her fantasies.

If this is all it is, I'll be fine, Ryder told herself. It's okay. You'll get pregnant but you won't break. And she wanted to get pregnant, if it'd feel even half as right as the wolf's thick cock pistoning in and out of her, already leaking precum into the depths of her body.

“You know what the best part is?" the wolf grunted, unable to keep from gloating. “The moment I seed you, you're going to be left just like your mindless little friend."

It took Ryder, with her body being rocked by the wolf's steady, wonderful thrusts, several seconds to process what she had just heard. And when she did, and opened her mouth to protest, she only managed to moan. Not that the wolf would've listened to her protests anyway.

She had to get away. But there was nowhere to go. The breeder was holding her by her waist, so tightly that she could barely even squirm, and her pussy did nothing to resist his cock either. No matter what Ryder did, he would fuck her until he was satisfied, and had emptied those heavy balls of his into her. And her body would take it without even a hint of resistance. That's what it was designed to do, wasn't it?

And that meant, in her increasingly clouded mind, that all of her was meant for that, to be bred. She was meant to be a submissive, empty-headed breeding slut for this wolf.

Ryder shook her head. It had to be his precum already affecting her. Or maybe it was the feeling of his now swollen knot kissing her folds with each rough thrust. In seconds it'd be inside her, and then it would be too late, as if it wasn't too late already. At least for a few more minutes, the sergal could at least imagine escaping with her mind intact, though at the same time, she could feel an orgasm building. It felt so much more intense than what she was used to as a male, like her entire body was coiling up, like a tightly wound spring – but there was a submissive element to it, too. Of surrendering her pleasure to the superior wolf fucking her like she was nothing but a toy.

“Time for your pups," the wolf snarled, and then thrust hard. His knot pushed against Ryder's folds for a moment, and she almost passed out from the intensity of that feeling. He felt far too big for her to handle, and for a few seconds she almost thought he wouldn't fit. But the wolf wasn't done; he had reshaped her entire body to pleasure himself, after all.

Ryder gasped as the knot suddenly popped inside her.

She felt impossibly full. But only briefly, because then the wolf's cock jerked inside her. He throbbed heavily, in quick carnal rhythm, and she felt a heat blossoming inside her.

No, no, no-

Her body drank his offering eagerly, recognizing only that it was in heat and needed the cum to conceive. And with each heated throb, Ryder could feel herself fading. It wasn't scary. It was blissful. What had felt like worries drifted away under waves of pleasure, and before she knew it, she was moaning in ecstasy, cumming around the wolf's twitching cock, milking him with a desperate need unmoderated by concepts like reason or anxiety. Pleasure was all there was, wet and pulsating pleasure as the breeder claimed all there was of her; her womb, filled with his wonderful, dominant seed, and her mind, enslaved to only care about being bred, over and over and over.

And she couldn't stop cumming. The sergal moaned helplessly at the top of her lungs as she fully surrendered to the breeder. The last conscious thought in her head – other than thinking about how her hybrid pups might look – was how good it felt, and how badly she wanted to serve the wolf.

Then, with his cock still throbbing inside her, Ryder slumped down, supported only by the wolf's arms, with the same glassy-eyed expression of mindless pleasure that Null had, the both of them little more than sex toys now. But it was alright. It was what they'd always been meant to be, anyway.

“That's better, isn't it? Mhm. You definitely look better as a brainless slut," the wolf laughed. Oh, how he had needed this. Being pleasured in the Facilities wasn't bad, but it didn't hold a candle to breaking and inseminating new victims. “Not that I think you have much in the way of opinions, do you?"

He tapped Ryder's empty head, and the sergal didn't as much as react. The breeding sluts had little in the way of agency, beyond mindlessly serving their masters. That was what made them so lovely.

The wolf licked his chops in satisfaction. Slowly, he tugged on his knot, prying it loose from the sergal's squeezing pussy. It popped out wetly, followed by a deluge of cum, and the happily panting sergal didn't mind collapsing into that mess when the wolf let go of her. After all, it only meant she could smell more like her master, and she would've eagerly licked it all up if commanded.

“Now, I suppose it's time for to have an actual snack," the wolf smiled, reveling in his dominance as he turned towards the bunny again, this time – with his prey subdued – intending to fully devour the smaller male. Instinctively, Null closed his eyes, immediately submitting to be eaten. That was his purpose, after all. That, and anything else that his breeder wanted from him.

But just as he moved to do so, the wolf realized that he couldn't move at all. His entire body was frozen. No, held in place. He was no stranger to telekinesis or the plethora of other powers the breeders might manifest – he had just transformed a male sergal into a pregnant female, after all – but this could mean only one thing.

He sighed. Playtime was over. In a few moments, the other breeders, and their new Queen, were there.

“Dammit," 42 groaned. She looked haggard, her short fur dull and messy from spending the night outside. “I sleep one night and… ugh, this is why they want to lock you up. Why they want to lock all of us up, now."

A quick gesture by the breeder queen had two of the more muscular ones seize the wolf faster than he could react, relieving the psychic one. Compared to mortals, he was enormous, but many of the other breeders broke the laws of reality twice as hard. Such as the corruptor-fox who had helped 42 transform into the queen of the breeders.

“Now what will we do with you?" she asked. “You do realize they're going to come after us if we keep targeting innocents, yes?"

That was how it had been before, when the breeders first manifested, a few naturally born and others transformed by strange events. Some were even created. Without a leader, they had begun to indiscriminately claim as many as they could, until the newly formed Organization had stopped them, eventually founding the Facilities.

But at the same time, the breeders had little choice, driven by unnaturally strong instincts as they were. They needed to dominate and breed, and right now, they had only a few of the slaves from the now-destroyed Facility left, and they were shared between the breeders who remained. Ryder and Null would, for now, join that number, belonging to the pack rather than to just the wolf who had converted them, no matter what said wolf might've wished.

“They'll come after us either way," the wolf growled. “Might as well enjoy life before they stick us in the next prison."

“Life in the Facility wasn't that bad," a nearby breeder commented. This one looked like a unicorn, only jet black with eyes like burning embers. 42 had no idea what kink he served, but all breeders had some unique fantasy that they yearned to fulfill. Eventually she'd learn to know her entire “pack".

“We could advertise. Have volunteers," she suggested. “Gods know there's a lot of people who want nothing more than have their minds shattered. And even more who just don't want to have to think."

“Beautiful idea," the corruptor-fox echoed. “All these mortals are so corruptible; they'll beg for it."

“But the innocents? Like these two?" 42 asked. “We should find a way to free them, so we can let them choose."

“Rrrf. I miss the time we had no queen and no rules," the wolf growled. But as one against all the others, there wasn't much he could do to protest but verbalize his displeasure, while Ryder and Null stared at him with their eyes full of pure blissful adoration. “But fine. Who am I to disagree with the vaunted queen herself? At least I'll get to play with my toys until you find a cure. If you ever do…"

And that was that. One escaped breeder out of many. 42 would have to find the rest, and whoever they had already managed to corrupt. It wouldn't be an easy journey. And worse yet, she had to figure out a way to satisfy the rest of the breeders.

Maybe she could simply post about them online. Even if few would believe her… sooner or later, someone would take the bait, and have nobody to blame but themselves as they eagerly delivered themselves into the tiger's den.

Worst of all, she was starting to feel the urge herself. She had been too busy ever since being transformed, but now… now, she was beginning to fantasize more and more of thrusting into some eager slut and leaving them pregnant. Of breaking them. Breaking them utterly.

She'd have to deal with that too before she went feral with desire.