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As the time for my breeding drew closer and closer, I could hardly contain myself. The closer the date came, the stronger my heat got as well, until I was a mess. It was actually incredible how intense those cravings got, I mused, as I put my trusty vibrator against my clit and came almost immediately, moaning and thrashing.

The orgasms afforded me a few hours of mental clarity. But it was still insane. I wished, more than anything, that I could talk to some of the women born as women from before the plague. Ask them how they managed it. All I had were books, Layla’s advice, and Dusk’s gruff pointers.

“Well, when I was a teenager, I’d masturbate like five times a day,” the wolf rumbled. “But I guess you’ve been through that too, haven’t you?”

“Not… really,” I replied. It wasn’t untrue that I had been some sort of boy, but I’d never had the soaring sex drive like the others. Very little interest in porn, for example, at least the kind my classmates had consumed back then. “But thanks anyway.”

Dusk was helpful, usually. The old wolf tried his best. Certainly, he kept me, Layla, and presumably many others safe. But he would never truly understand the experience of being a woman. Still, somewhat to my shame, I had found herself fantasizing about his scarred and grizzled body more than once, now. The wolf was built of lean muscle, almost a swimmer’s body, but incredibly strong given some of the stuff she had seen him do, like effortlessly restrain and carry away horny men.

Strength was one of those things that tickled my inner cavewoman, as I had taken to thinking of it. That deep-set bunch of instincts that left men desiring enormous breasts, and women admiring muscular strongmen, no matter how useless those characteristics might be in modern society. It was one of those things. The kind of gender-isms that I had really begun to notice with my heat leaving me almost delusional with desire, and with me in turn trying to distract myself from those erotic phantasms.

A couple of days before the orgy, I was also due to meet someone else. The only other person who had recently been changed, a hyena, who might or might not become my friend depending on how life went. I could hardly wait. Even Layla – as kind and helpful as she was – had been a woman for so long that she’d almost forgotten what it had been like to not to be one. That was one of those things, too. Already, I found her old memories a little warped in a way that I recognized wasn’t real, as if I had always had this body.

Then again, as the doctors told me, I had always been meant to have this body, so maybe it wasn’t a completely outlandish way to remember things. I just hadn’t, back when I showered with my classmates, had those perfect breasts I was growing rather fond of.

“Oy! Are you dreaming of Dusk again?” someone called from behind me, and in a surge of adrenaline, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the surprise of it, quickly scrambling to wrap a towel around my embarrassingly wet bottom half.

It was Layla, of course, who broke down into a helpless gigglefit seeing my reaction. She had long since figured out that the I had a thing for the older wolf, though I countered with pointing out that I unfortunately had a thing for anyone with a cock in the state I was in, a point which Layla had to concede, having been there not so long ago, herself.

“Seriously, though, hun. You would be allowed to choose him as your first, if you wanted to,” Layla suggested, after recovering, though her breath still hitched with amusement between every few words. “If you’re really into that greymuzzle look with all ‘grumble grumble’ and the ‘kids these days.’”

“Oh, shush,” I replied. The idea was a little appealing, yes. He’d probably be an expert lover. Or maybe he wouldn’t. I had no idea how to guess my way to that kind of conclusion. Part of what made Dusk so oddly attractive was how mysterious he was. He seemed tortured by his past, actively avoiding any real affection. Simultaneously, though, he was older and more experienced, old enough to have had a wife back when the plague did. If he was into the idea of settling down. “Fine, maybe. We’ll see. It’s going to be either him or Damian.”

“Damian? I thought you really hated that deer!” Layla giggled. She just couldn’t stop herself. “I mean, with all his obnoxious jokes and all the stuff you’ve told me about. Besides, he’s a virgin, isn’t he? It’d be the most awkward sex of your life.”

“Well, he’s softened up a lot, I guess because he doesn’t have to compete with me,” I replied, thoughtfully. Granted, it had only been a week or so. “But the virgin thing is the point.”

“Why? I can tell you from experience that virgins suck at making girls cum. They suck at having sex in general, because it just doesn’t work the way it does in porn!”

“Well, if my first time is really amazing, isn’t it going to set unrealistic expectations?” I argued. “That’s kinda the thing, you don’t feed babies five-star restaurant dishes, or they’ll never eat carrots.”

“Sure, except like, this is a… well, I guess you’re not wrong,” Layla sighed, though she did so with a grin on her spot-adorned face. “You do as you want. Could at least ask him. He seems like the kind who will tell you exactly what he thinks about it.”

I nodded. It seemed like a reasonable approach. Glancing at the clock on the wall, though, I realized it was almost time for me to meet up with that other girl. The hyena. As if on cue, Dusk entered the room only seconds after I did.

“Alex? She’s here. Well, waiting for you in the recreational area. If you’d come with me?” he asked, gesturing at me to follow.

I had to quickly tell him that I’d just be a few minutes, that I “needed to brush my hair” when in fact, I dashed off the bathroom to wipe off all that wetness of my thighs, and pulled on a pair of snug pants that wouldn’t reveal anything about what a mess I was, libido-wise. Only then did I come out to meet the incredulous-looking wolf.

“Right. Your hair always seems perfect to me,” he commented. “But yeah. She chose the name Gwen, by the way, so there’s a little icebreaker for you.”

I was thankful enough for it. I’d still struggle to start a conversation with “Hi, I used to have a male body and now I don’t,” but it was certainly better than nothing. I realized that one of the big problems I faced now was that I really had no idea how women were meant to socialize, beyond my few interactions with Layla.

Did we really have to act any different from men, though? It felt like there was some sort of expected social code that’d been lost along with the billions who died to the plague. But then, maybe it would befall us to reinvent what being a woman really meant? I could read about it in books or hear about it from older men like Dusk, but all that were reconstructions of old meanings at best.

I didn’t know, and neither did anyone else. That was the entire problem.

Either way, the recreational area – that was what Dusk called it, but it was little more than an empty room – was empty, bar for one hyena sitting at a central table. She was short, curvy, and covered with spots just like Layla. So out of the two women I’d met, all of them were spotty. A fun observation, but very much an idle one to distract myself from my anxiety. Dusk gestured for me to approach, so I did. Here goes nothing, I found myself thinking.

“Hi,” I greeted her, and she had that look that told me she was just as unsure as I was about how to do this whole thing. That actually made me feel better. “I’m Alex. And I heard that you’re Gwen!”

“Y-yeah,” the hyena replied. “That’s the name I picked, anyway… it’ll take a little while to feel like my own.”

“I guess it’s easier when you have a unisex name like me,” I smiled, sitting down next to her. “So, how are you liking it so far? Being a woman and all?”

“Well, um. It’s new. But I think I like it,” she replied, hesitating only briefly. “I’m not really sure how to do anything but it feels right.”

“Right?” I replied. “That feeling of like, ‘oh, this is what I was meant to be all along’.”

“Yep, that’s it,” she spoke, so softly that her voice was almost a whisper. “So um, the… breeding?”

“What about it?” I asked. No surprise that she wanted to talk about the biggest event of our new lives, at least so far. “I’m excited about it.”

“I mean, me too, have you picked anyone for it?” Gwen asked. “And Dusk wanted to know if we want to have ours at the same time.”

“I have a couple of guys in mind,” I replied, not wanting to overshare right off the bat, but it was between Damian… and Dusk, if he wanted it. I didn’t know if he had any interest in me, though. “You?”

“Y-yeah, I had a… boyfriend. Have one. Since before the change,” she replied. I could see a little blush creeping in over her face.

“Oh? He didn’t mind the fact that you’re totally different now?” I grinned.

“I think he’s even more into me now,” Gwen giggled. At least she was warming up to me pretty quickly. “So, he’s definitely going to be my first.”

“Nice, nice,” I replied. It was fair enough. I felt a little twinge of jealousy, of course, about her having a loving partner, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. “Oh, and we can do the breeding together, if you want.”

Being in heat sure did make it a lot easier to talk about. In any other state of mind I’d have already turned into a pillar of salt and dissolved by the gentle breeze of the air conditioning. But right now, it was very easy to be very casual about sex.

“Great!” she squeaked. “I mean, I think it’d make it even more intense. Watching each other side by side as we get bred!”

“Yeah, you’re not wrong,” I reassured her. And she wasn’t. Sharing the experience did make it much hotter.

The curvy little hyena seemed beyond excited by my approval. Turned on, really. I could recognize the glint in her eyes at this point, but I didn’t mention it. Instead, we talked about the various practicalities of being women. She seemed most frustrated by the loss of physical strength. For me, I didn’t mind too much. I had always been a more thinking and less doing kind of person.

It was a relatively short meeting, all in all. We’d be meeting again at the orgy and then for various treatments to ensure our pregnancies went well, so we’d have plenty of time to get to know each other. It seemed that we’d get along, though, going by how our initial meeting went, and that was good. I needed someone else to share all these experiences with. And to commiserate with, of course. I wasn’t really looking forward to giving birth or having my first period, beyond in the most academic sense of authenticity.

Instead, as we said our goodbyes for the moment – until tomorrow, that was – I turned my attention to choosing my first. I was warming up to Damian, but I had another person in mind, like I mentioned. Dusk. He wasn’t always around, so I had to wait a little while, for when he came to do his daily security check of the premises. And that’s when I sprung the question.

“Would you like to be my first?” I asked him, my voice trembling like that of a little girl. Look, I had no idea whatsoever how anyone was supposed to ask that kind of thing without being terrified.

Dusk didn’t even look surprised. The corner of his mouth twitched, hinting at a grin almost formed, as he turned towards me.

“Take a moment. Have you thought about what you just offered me?” he asked, deliberately affording himself that grin; letting it bare his teeth in a predatory, hungry smile. As I didn’t immediately answer, he continued. “What does it mean, vixen?”

He approached me slowly. I had seen him be aggressive before, but I hadn’t seen him stalk, focused – for once – purely on one thing rather than all of the world’s problems. Dusk circled me slowly as he waited for my reply.

“Um, it means…” I tried to reply, struggling to find my voice. “It means that you’d be m-my first. That my first baby or litter would be yours.”

“Mhm. You’re not the first one to offer me that,” he continued. Another step closer. I closed my eyes, unable to bear how intense he was. “And then, what would happen? No, let me answer.”

Another slow, deliberate step.

“I’d take you. And then you’d be mine. No matter how many others fuck you. Even if you carry someone else’s children. You’d know, always, that I was the first to fill that womb of yours. You’d bear my mark forever.”

He was standing face to face with me how. A hand cupped my chin and guided me to face him properly, but I didn’t dare open my eyes. I did, though, feel his warm breath on me regardless.

“I am deeply flattered by the offer, you little vixen,” Dusk grinned. He placed his hands on my waist and squeezed, and I was suddenly very aware of how much bigger than me the wolf really was, in every sense of the word. I shivered as he lowered his head to my ear, whispering. “I could breed you, if that was what you really wanted. Claim your fresh new womb all for myself. Give you all those strong pups your body yearns for.”

His voice went so deep it made me clench, for god’s sake. I could feel myself melting like butter in his arms. He could do anything he wanted to me.

He gave me almost a full minute to fantasize about it happening, as he held me quietly, saying nothing else before his next slow breath.

“But not as your first,” he added. “I’m not part of your life the way your classmates are. My life is in the past, yours in the future. You deserve someone your own age, someone who you might develop something bigger with, as your first. It might, or it might not. But with me, there’s no chance. You deserve more, so I cannot accept.”

He paused, still holding me in his muscular arms.

“But if you still want me after all that, after your first has been born, I’ll give you everything you desire.”

Then he let me go, and I nearly fell over, having leaned into his arms. He had just rejected me, which hurt – more than a little, too – but I forced myself to use the opportunity to dig a little further instead of sulking.

“Why not? You’re attracted to me, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Because every time I look at you, I think of my own daughter,” Dusk growled. “She was half fox. It’ll change with time. My daughter is forever an innocent child in my thoughts. The way you are now. But you’ll be a woman soon, having been pregnant and borne a child.”

A daughter? He didn’t have a daughter now. Which meant that- the plague had taken not only wife but his daughter too, at a very young age. No wonder the old wolf was constantly angry at the world.

And no wonder he chose to be a caretaker for us. That would be all those paternal instincts that he never got to fully use with his own daughter. I’d heard stories of fathers getting really aggressive with boys mistreating their daughters, so maybe that’s what it was. I couldn’t be sure, of course. But I accepted his explanation.

“Sorry, I didn’t know,” I offered.

He grumbled something non-verbal in response, but I got what he meant. Dusk turned around, but then hesitated and faced me again, wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me tightly against himself, still saying nothing.

A very tender moment from the gruff wolf, and there I was, getting turned on by it, and twice as embarrassed about being turned on as I was aroused. Look, I was in heat. It was all I could do to not go against his wishes and grab his crotch then and there. When in heat, we’re… well, I never experienced it myself, but there is that cliché of men thinking with their “little heads” when too horny. That’s what heat was, along with the maddening itch inside me.

But just this once I managed to contain myself, consoling my insufferably horny body with the fact that the orgy was just tomorrow. Not only that, but Gwen would be there too, and we’d get bred side by side. It was a thought hot enough to justify a measure of self-control. I didn’t know Gwen, not well, but I still loved the thought of sharing that singularly important and sexy moment with someone who felt exactly what I was feeling.

Well, if my first wasn’t to be Dusk, then it’d be Damian. I just hoped that he could refrain from ruining the moment. He had a bad tendency of turning everything into a joke when challenged or nervous, but maybe the sight of my pussy being this wet would shut him up. He at least seemed to be genuinely interested in me otherwise, too.

If I remained here in the arcology, we might well end up together. As together as any man and woman could be, these days. But more and more, I also felt a kind of wanderlust. The thought of being pampered all my life and producing child after child was… it wasn’t unpleasant, but I did want to see what laid outside of this city’s walls. It was all I had ever known, after all.

It wasn’t unheard of for men to make journeys like that. Risky, yes, but not unheard of. For women the outside world didn’t exist because we had to be kept safe.

Really, if it wasn’t for me wanting to experience the full spectrum of what being a woman was, I could’ve snuck out then and there, but then I’d deprive myself of this half of existence instead. So instead, I made myself a deal; if I still wanted to explore the world after my first had been born, I’d leave the arcology behind when I had recovered from the birth. It’d be quick enough. I certainly didn’t envy the women of old whose births were… traumatic, according to all the old literature.

Either way, despite all those thoughts about the eventual future I’d face, I had more pressing matters to attend to.

“Do you have a second choice in mind? If you’d like to have a random pick-“ Dusk began, but I cut him off.

“No, if not you, then I think it should be Damian. The deer. He was the closest thing I had to a friend, even if he was a bit obnoxious at times,” I told the wolf.

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t offer any sort of counterargument, simply pulling out his datapad and making a little note. “Alright.”

And that was that.

With the orgy happening tomorrow, it was really all I could think about. Gwen, too, going by what we talked about on the arcology’s internal messenger. After the breeding, we would live together with the other women in the arcology for more support during our pregnancies, but until then, they wanted to keep us under observation until a day after the breeding, to make sure our hormone levels and nutrients were ideal for the offspring and ourselves.

I couldn’t really sleep, of course, because of the excitement. I could’ve asked for pills to help, but I was too excited to do even that. I wanted to feel the entire breeding in vivid color, not missing a single second of all the excited men plunging their cocks into me, one after the other, some gentle and some rough, but all driven by the same instincts to breed, just about helpless to resist what my body offered them. I wanted to feel them all throb as they filled me with their cum until I was so full I’d leak for days afterwards, wanted them to squeeze my breasts and ass possessively as they fucked me… everything. I wanted everything. Though with how overbearing my heat was getting, what I really wanted the most was relief, and that would only come by giving my body what it needed.

It was amusing to think about how I hadn’t really been interested in men before my transformation. Being comfortable with your body and in heat sure seemed to have changed my perspective on life. Not that I minded. Tomorrow, at this time, I’d probably be a mother already, even if I didn’t look any different beyond a somewhat looser, sperm-soaked pussy. And maybe a few aches here and there. But otherwise, nothing would be different for weeks, before my belly finally began to swell.

God, I already knew that I’d rub myself raw at the first sign of pregnancy. The thought excited me far more than it should’ve, again owing to the heat.

That, in turn, made me feel thankful that we had a system for this, one that ensured minimal suffering and maximal comfort for the women. Oh, the horror stories I’d heard of pregnancies back in the days before the plague. Even when they went perfectly, they were terrible. The people outside the arcologies would still have to face that biological reality of things, bar for some minor genetic tweaks we’d done, and if I couldn’t contain my wanderlust, I’d end up being one of them.

But almost everyone lived inside, in these controlled spaces where we could prevent a pestilence like the plague that ended the old world from ever spreading again.

Controlled but suffocating. Suffocating but safe. Safe… and at least they arranged breedings rather than the outside world experience of mating with the first best option in a dirty back alley somewhere, like women often had before. Or what runaways, I presumed, might face in the modern world.

I drifted off to sleep trying to distract myself from the constant, overwhelming lust by thinking of the day I’d leave it all behind. One grand adventure to experience as much of life as I could, and who cared where I ended up? If that adventure was to be the end of me, then so be it. At least I’d experience every nuance of life.

Outside of the arcologies, there was nothing except endless roads. Some people spent their entire lives on those roads; their existences ones of movement, from birth to death. Some on trains, others on trucks, endlessly transporting goods between the arcologies. Yet… if the road was your home, wouldn’t that get just as repetitive as life in the arcologies? After all, no mile of travel was significantly different from the last.

Either life on the road meant that everywhere was home, or it meant that nowhere was. And I wasn’t sure if I could live like that. I wanted a home, I just wanted to also see what the other arcologies were like. The distant ones. I imagined one in the melting but yet cold north, one in the dunes swallowing up more and more of our planet in the south and around the equator. Every… “country” as we had them, once upon a time, had at least one arcology. Most had dozens. I didn’t know them, beyond my dreams.

The next day, I woke up, not initially remembering what the big event of the day was. I had gotten used to just waking up and feeling normal. Gone was all that anxiety that I’d felt before, when I dreaded having to get up and start the day. Gone was the-

-today was my breeding!

I shot out of bed, half expecting a team of people to already be there to get me ready, but I was only greeted by the cool, air-conditioned air of the arcology. And that left me with no idea what to do. I figured I’d need a shower at least, so the first thing I did after nervously pacing a few circles around my room, was to disappear into the showers.

I wondered how Gwen was feeling. As nervous as me? Better? Worse? She seemed even happier than I was about having transformed, but then, everyone seemed pleased with it. I guess having the right body was just that important. I sent her a little message – asking just how are you? – before I turned on the water and let it wash over my body. The very same body that’d be pregnant, come nightfall, or minutes away from being so. With the cum of at least a dozen men inside me.

At least I didn’t have to worry about getting embarrassingly wet in the shower.

“Alex! You in there?” I heard Layla call out. I suppose she had to come by to make sure I was awake too.

But then, she walked right into the bathroom, and brought Gwen along with her. Instinctively, I covered my breasts and blushed rather fiercely, at that, because the curvy little hyena was equally naked.

“Oh, come on, Alex. You’re both going to get fucked in plain sight of each other. You don’t need to cover up. And on top of that we’re all girls here and I’m the only one who’s obviously pansexual,” Layla laughed. I’d forgotten how cute she looked when laughing, with that disarming smile of hers. She was right, of course, so as Gwen sheepishly stepped into the shower with me, I let my arms fall back down to my sides. “Right, so you two help each other get properly clean. All the hard-to-reach spots. Don’t take more than thirty or so though, we need to dry you both up too. I’ll be getting other stuff ready, and Dusk is getting the furniture ready in the breeding hall.”

With that, she left us by ourselves. For a moment, Gwen and I simply stared at each other, unsure of how to proceed. We might’ve both been women, but we weren’t used to being around other women. Not like this, anyway, not this intimately. She was thankfully the one to break the ice.

“S-so, I could wash your back if you’d like. While you finish up with your hair?” the hyena suggested.

Thankful for anything except having to quietly wonder what I was supposed to, I nodded and turned around, continuing to shampoo my hair while she picked up some of the soap-lotion the arcology provided us with. It was, they said, pretty good for fur compared to what we’d been using before, but I wouldn’t have known anything about that, naturally.

I shivered as the hyena began to scrub my back, though. Her hands worked through my fur, spreading the soap everywhere, and with how sensitive the heat had left me, it felt amazing. Especially when she lingered a little, first on my shoulders – kneading them gently – and then the very base of my tail. Her touch felt just as soft as Layla’s had.

After washing it all off, I returned the favor, and it struck me that this was my first time really touching someone after my transformation. It was just a tiny little thing, hardly anything to think too much about, but I still made note of how her fur felt around my fingers as I brushed through it, how warm and soft the skin underneath felt. There was something to that touch, something that you didn’t really get with men, a sensuality and a gentleness. Sisterhood? No, that was going too far. Men and women definitely felt different, though. Smelled different too, even before we began to apply our favorites out of the various scented lotions.

Not that we needed them. We were both primed to smell like absolutely irresistible heaven to males, owing to being in the depths of our most fertile periods. I just liked a little floral touch to it. Lilac was my personal favorite. For this event at least, Gwen wanted roses and vanilla. There was a rather large selection. Like I told you, every woman was treated like a celebrity at the arcologies because of how important we were.

All-important. Quite literally. Without us, what would there be except an extinct humanity in eighty or so years? I’d say we deserved those extra treats. I know it’s terribly ironic that I also keep mentioning that I wanted to escape all that luxury. But that was for another day, a year into the future. Right now, I was going to wallow in my femininity.

As Gwen and I warmed up to each other, we saw no reason not to tease each other a little. I enjoyed the feel of her breasts as I gently helped her clean them. She made me giggle like an idiot cleaning my feet, and then my thighs. One part we didn’t touch were each other’s pussies. They felt somehow off-limits, unless we were specifically having a thing. Everything else was fair game eventually, and I think we must’ve wasted an hour or so in the shower, exploring the female body in third person for the first time in our lives.

It turns out I liked it. But I couldn’t really be any more aroused, so I wasn’t sure how much I liked it. Eventually we had to get out, though. I could imagine an increasingly horny throng of frustrated, needy men already building in the breeding hall.

“Are you excited?” I asked the hyena, handing her a towel, and then deciding to help dry the parts on her body that she’d struggle to reach, too. It only felt polite, and I got to enjoy her soft fur a little longer.

And then Layla barged in again, interrupting our tender little moment.

“Are you two just about ready- oh, you’ve not even dried yourselves off properly yet, have you? Just what were you even doing in there?” she giggled. “Nah, I’m joking. We have plenty of time. Just dry off, put on whatever makeup you want, and I think we should be pretty much set. We do also have some aphrodisiacs and such to make it even better, if you’d like.”

I didn’t. Maybe it was a foolish, romantic notion, but I wanted to experience it, um, _au naturel. _So to speak, anyway.

There isn’t too much to really say about the last hour or so before the orgy. We did get dried up, I decided to have the fur on my thighs and sex trimmed a little so it wouldn’t be too hard to clean after everything was said and done, and we were informed that both of our first choices were available. Apollo, for Gwen – that was what her boyfriend was named – and Damian for me, since Dusk had declined. Maybe it was for the better anyway.

I hadn’t really had parents. It was a collective effort, these days. Yes, someone had given birth me, there was no doubt of that. But nobody had been my father or mother beyond in the most basic genetic sense. Nor would I ever have a son or a daughter, only offspring raised by the arcology as a collective effort. I could only imagine what it felt like to have someone remind you of your dead daughter, but I figured it couldn’t possibly be good, and was probably a perfectly good explanation for why he didn’t want to fuck me at first.

Either way, soon we were on our way. I opted to wear some sexy lingerie to emphasize all the most delicate parts of myself, while Gwen went fully naked. The breeding hall was still empty, but it had thankfully been decorated a little. The lighting was dim and comfortable, they had placed out some plants and flowers to give the space a more organic look, and in the middle of the room were two… things.

“Bondage horses,” I was later informed was the name. They look comfortable enough with leg-rests and broad enough pillows to lay on our backs, if we wanted to.

“I’d really recommend just being on all fours after your firsts, though,” Layla giggled excitedly. “That way you can relax while the boys do all the work.”

“We’ll have a few security guards around to make sure everyone behaves. If they don’t behave and security doesn’t notice, there’s a little button on the underside of both seats,” Dusk noted. “But you shouldn’t need to worry. We’ve already talked to everyone who will be attending. You’ll probably recognize most of them, except those who already fucked up. Like that idiot in your class,” he added, glancing at me.

I remembered Dusk outright manhandling that leopard. I couldn’t remember his name, but I was happy enough to know he wasn’t going to have a chance to breed me.

“You should get comfortable. Find some positions you like. Let the seats get warmed up,” Dusk advised us.

“Yeah, listen to the old dog,” Layla added, in a far more playful tone. “You’ll definitely want to know how to be comfortable on these before you have a throng of overstimulated boys bouncing off the walls waiting. Not that they aren’t already. The dorms are probably a mess.”

Gwen moved first. I watched her eagerly mount her “horse”, which left her round ass presented to everyone behind her. The distance she had to spread her legs was expertly crafted so any watchers could see everything. Seeing how others would be seeing me only added to that overwhelming lust I was feeling.

“It’s pretty comfortable,” Gwen giggled. She pressed herself against the conditioned leather, which gave me another show of her round breasts squishing against it. A beautiful sight, only the heat left me a little focused on myself. “But how would I turn onto my back?”

Layla stepped closer, guiding her hands to a pair of handles further down the seat. The surface was flat enough to make it possible, but at that point I wanted to try my own seat out. So, I climbed on top of it slowly, feeling how naturally my body was left on display. Display and offer. I caught Dusk giving me a brief glance from the corner of my eye. It probably wasn’t easy to resist that view, especially with me in heat, even if someone with Dusk’s willpower could do it.

It was surprisingly comfortable for leather. I turned around, showing my front off to the mostly empty room. That position required a little more focus and strength, but I could hold it for long enough for Damian to finish. He wouldn’t have that much endurance anyway, as I understood it. Layla had told me that virgins like him usually came in just a few thrusts. Well, assuming that he hadn’t been playing with the other men… but Damian seemed fairly straight in spite of his insecure jokes about sexuality.

“So, ready? We’ll let your chosen partners in, first. Then as they’re pretty much done, it’ll be time for everyone else,” Layla asked. And oh gods, was I ever ready. I wanted it all pretty badly.

She gestured for the guards, who opened the doors at the other end of the room. In walked Damian – who was strutting his stuff, seemingly perfectly comfortable being totally naked – and Apollo, Gwen’s fox, who seemed a little shyer about it, wearing a t-shirt despite the enforced lack of pants that left his sheath on full display. They approached us, and once again I was a little bit jealous watching how eagerly Apollo embraced his partner.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked. Gwen only nodded eagerly.

But then, Damian reached me, and their conversation faded out as my attention turned entirely to him. He was handsome, no matter how he behaved. He had that slender but distinctly masculine build, muscular but not too much so. And his sheath looked much bigger than I remembered it looking in the showers, back when we were both men.

I could also tell he had taken great care to polish his antlers, which I had very rarely seen him do, which meant that he was viewing this as something important, which it was.

And of course, his cock rather quickly shot up to full hardness as he looked at me.

“Wow, you… I mean, I’m really thankful that you chose me?” he tried. “You look beautiful. Hot. Um, sexy?”

Yeah, he had no idea either, but I found it endearing as I sat up and pulled him close.

“You don’t have to say anything,” I murmured. “Just do what you’re here to do. Show me just how much you like me.”

I gave his cheek a lick, unsure if he’d approve of kissing me – I had physically been a man before, and I remembered the stag joking about that. But he surprised me, deeply, by instead cupping my head in his hand and catching me in a deeper, passionate kiss that would’ve made my knees buckle if I wasn’t already sitting down. For a moment, our tongues brushed against each other as we shared that little moment of affection.

I couldn’t believe how good even a kiss felt, but it left my lips and tongue tingling for more.

“I was always into you, Alex,” he admitted, and I could tell how hard it was for him to do from the way his snout darkened with a blush concealed by his brown fur. “Even more so now.”

I didn’t see what Gwen and Apollo were doing, but I heard her whimper. My attention was on Damian, now.

“Do you think you’re ready?” I asked him.

“No. But I’ll try my best,” he admitted. “I mean… at least the… main event is going to happen. It might just happen- a little too quickly,” he added, with a bashful chuckle.

Meaning he hadn’t yet fully had time to mentally work through the whole meaning of becoming a father, but he was ready to do it anyway.

“Yeah. Just try your best,” I repeated, my eyes dipping down to glance at his beautiful but obscene cock, pointing at my increasingly anticipation-moistened petals. A twitch of his hips had the glans kiss my sensitive flesh, and I couldn’t hold back the moan at all. Next to me, I heard Gwen moan too, along with a much throatier groan of pleasure from her partner. I didn’t turn to look, but I understood what those sounds communicated perfectly well; he was inside her. Just as Damian would be inside me in just a few seconds.

His bare, beautiful, perfect, potent cock would be inside me, ready to accomplish its duty of making me a mother, and I’d devour every inch of him. Every inch and every drop.

He pushed a little harder, and I moaned insistently in encouragement as I felt the pressure grow. Then, sudden relief – he popped inside me – and an incredibly soothing friction as my sex clamped down around his cock in pure bliss, finally receiving what my heat demanded I receive, or at least, an appetizer. The feeling was beautiful, but also really weird. Maybe impossible to describe to men who didn’t have sex with other men. It was like, I mean, beyond just the cock pushing inside me, it was so invasive, intrusive, like I was really being claimed.

Hard to describe. But wonderful. I caught myself moaning again as my grunting deer slowly pushed deeper, helped by my immense wetness. Then he held himself there, quiet and unmoving, for a while.

“I- I’m really not going to last long,” he whined, quietly so that nobody else would hear. “You feel so, so good.”

“That’s okay. You can always do it again another day,” I reassured him. “Just enjoy the moment. And don’t worry.”

Frankly, with how deep in heat I was, it didn’t really matter how long he lasted, anyway. I liked Damian a lot, but there were almost two dozen more men ready to give me a turn. Even if all of them came in a few minutes, it’d be enough to satisfy me.

Well, that, and I was also listening to Gwen getting fucked at a slow but steady pace by her boyfriend. Her moans stuttered with every thrust. Apollo might’ve been more experienced than Damian, but I didn’t hold that against the deer; I just wanted him to try.

“Fuck me,” I implored him, gyrating my hips as much as I could to really feel him inside me. “Breed me.”

With those magic words, Damian did just that. He began to move his hips. There was a clumsiness to it first, but these actions were guided not by learned behavior, but by time-honed instinct. Once he found a steady rhythm, he settled into it, and before I knew it, Damian was actually fucking me really well. Or at least, my heat-struck body, screaming with pleasure, loved it in the moment. It was just so deeply erotic.

At that point there really was no difference as I joined Gwen in moaning happily as we were both fucked, bare and natural, by our respective chosen studs. I had never felt so feminine in my life. Or so slutty. Or so hot. I swear, just Damian was enough to drive me completely wild into a total erotic meltdown. I hadn’t expected my body to flood me with pleasure quite like this, but my soaking wet pussy kept glutting on his cock, like… really devouring as much of him as it could, and flooding my head with dopamine, endorphins, oxytocin, and so many other chemicals I didn’t even have a name for.

In short, I wasn’t surprised that animals in heat always ended up pregnant. How could anyone resist pleasure like this?

Damian lasted maybe three minutes before he grunted a half-formed apology. I touched my trembling hand to his cheek, reassuring him that it was okay. That he could just let go. We’d meet later, but for now, all anyone demanded of him was that he seed me.

And he did, and it was the new best feeling of my entire life, the second right after the first. He hilted inside me, held himself there, and then I felt his cock twitch. Twitch, twitch, twitch, in rapid succession, followed by a muted heat. It felt a little anticlimactic until my body recognized what was happening, and then I was suddenly gasping for air, my entire body feeling like I had been submerged into cool, crystal-clear water, or maybe floating on a cloud, the immense satisfaction of a sated heat feeling ten times better than an orgasm ever could. I mean, I do think I came, too. I remember clenching around Damian’s cock like crazy. And I’m pretty than Gwen and Apollo joined us about halfway through that magical moment of my insemination.

But I felt like I was somewhere else entirely, panting and gasping and unable to as much as respond as Damian leaned down to kiss me. I heard Layla reassure him that it was a perfectly normal reaction to being inseminated when in heat, and together, they turned me over into a more comfortable position on the seat; belly down, and ass up.

“Damian needs some time to recover, I think,” Layla giggled, patting my head. “But oh my gosh, aren’t you a good girl, I wish you could see yourself leaking. Or that blissful grin on your face!” the leopard laughed.

She and Dusk looked at me, and then Gwen. I could just barely turn my head enough to see that she was in much the same state, limp with sheer feminine euphoria. Apollo, who was a pretty handsome fox, I had to say, especially with his softening cock smeared with juices and cum, sat off to the side with Damian next to him. I saw them exchange a few words. Maybe they’d become friends. I hoped they would.

“Alright!” I heard Dusk bark while still floating in the carnal nether. “Form an orderly line! Any of you who try cutting ahead are getting thrown out, face-first. That applies to all of you. So, behave unless you like losing teeth! And if you make the girls feel uncomfortable, I’m coming in here pliers and taking the rest. Now, do your duty!”

Oh, he didn’t need to worry. Nor did I mind the terrifying mental image of what he was describing. Everything felt far too good to really worry at all. I heard the crowd approach me from behind, and I leisurely wiggled my hips in what I hoped was a little enticing for them.

From this angle, I could see Gwen much more comfortably. She was doing just the same, and I watched as some muscle-bound bear approached her as the first of the rest of her class. He didn’t waste any time, nor did he bother being half as romantic and snuggly as Apollo and Damian had been, but again; in our states, it didn’t matter. As I watched, he thrust into the hyena roughly, and she gave a pleasured bark in response, encouraging him to use her as he pleased.

Whoever was behind me was a little shyer. I felt a pair of hands grab my ass and spread my cheeks, and then a finger caressing my folds, but then, whoever that was stepped back and someone more aggressive took his place. Lost his nerve, maybe, or maybe he needed a little longer.

The next person thrust into me roughly, and I gasped at just how big he felt despite all the lubrication – of both my juices and Damian’s cum – and the natural elasticity of a vixen in heat. He felt immense. Had to be some kind of equine. I loved it, joining Gwen in moaning in ecstasy as we once again got fucked side by side, this time much more like animals than lovers, with our new lovers grunting, growling, and squeezing on us.

She turned her head to look at me, too. We shared a glance. The kind of glance that communicated you look really hot like that, I think. A little wink. We weren’t capable of much more, not with our rutting partners flooding our bodies with pleasure, twisting half the words we tried to say into inarticulate moans or squeals. But that was fine, more than fine. It was ecstasy. Breeding bliss, if such a thing existed. Sated heats.

But I wanted more, and I could tell Gwen did too.

Man after man fucked me. Fucked us, side by side. Soon they all blurred together, but each one still felt better than the last. I was hypersensitive after so many orgasms, feeling each of their cocks in amazing, vivid detail as they sank into me. Right next to me Gwen was moaning at the top of her lungs, too. Her lovers seemed a little rougher than mine, but she was a hyena, and going by her vocalizations, she loved it. Probably even more than I did, and I was deep in some kind of breeding trance. Beyond the most academic and unfeeling part of my mind that was barely active at all, everything was the wonderful union between me and the two dozen or so men would take their turns fucking me. The white-hot glow of my well-used and dripping pussy. The satisfied relaxation and satedness of my womb, somewhere in my lower belly. And of course, their possessive, clutching hands and throbbing cocks giving me what I needed in spades.

I was cumming over and over. Sometimes I barely got a moment to breathe between convulsive tides of pleasure. I could barely see anything through a film of tears of joy. How many had it been now, pumping their seed into my formerly virgin pussy, following their biological imperatives in emptying their beautiful balls as deep into me as they could? A dozen, maybe? I didn’t keep track. I couldn’t. One of them pulled out while I was already cumming, only to almost instantly be replaced by his friend who was much bigger, my spasming pussy welcoming him with boundless carnal passion, milking him for his cum from the very first moment.

I felt like a goddess, having all of their attention and worship like this, my body a searing hot temple of lust and their cum, offerings to the divine, delivered in throb after throb. My heat-scent, incense to drive my worshippers mad with desire.

It was too much. By the end of it, I didn’t even feel like a person. I felt like a concept, a rhythm of desperate, clumsy, virginal sex. A vessel to be filled, needing to be filled. A thing shaped by other things, malleable to the touch of all, but at the same time, taking exactly what I needed from them, too.

Then there were the comments, too. As cock twenty or so, belonging to a badger, pushed into my by now outright sloppy pussy, I still heard its owner moan about how amazingly tight I was, probably because I was clenching around him just as hard as my instincts told me to. It only turned me on more, to an absolutely impossible level, to be told just how much my body turned them on, and how good it felt.

I glanced at Gwen just in time to see her arching her back and groaning in yet another orgasm, the wolf behind her shuddering, closing his eyes, and then visibly surrendering to that squeezing and milking, driving himself into her to the hilt. His hips trembled for a few seconds of intense concentration, and then his shoulders slumped, a beautiful look of pleasure and satisfaction washing over him. It made me wish I could see my own lovers, but I had almost no strength left in my muscles.

Next time, though, I’d absolutely watch them. I wanted to install a ceiling mirror so I could watch their muscles twitch and tense as they emptied themselves into me. Right now I only imagined it, picturing them thrusting into me from above, using his chosen rhythm to help me visualize. But all I could really think about was how incredibly hot men looked and felt in that intensely focused moment of approaching orgasm.

They probably thought the same of me. Or so I hoped as I surrendered to yet another building orgasm, letting it sweep me away. By now I was so exhausted I only gasped and shuddered, though my sex milked the badger just as eagerly as it had the cocks of my first lovers. Tired or not, though, it felt just as good as it had every time before, each wet and clenching wave of pleasure, that orgasmic swoop in my belly as I imagined my cervix eagerly dipping into the mess of cum inside me.

And so, we continued for a few more people each, myself and Gwen, getting fucked side by side, again and again. It was pure hedonism by the end, even if it was for an important purpose, and I loved every moment of it. It didn’t happen to me, but I watched someone kneel behind Gwen briefly to taste that sodden mess between her legs before adding his own seed to the mix, and I thought that, like most things that day, was the hottest thing ever.

I’d have to ask someone to do that to me, too. Specifically, after someone had already filled me. I loved the idea of a man being so into me that he didn’t even care. But for now, I let my last few lovers take their turns on top of me, following the same biological script that everyone before them also had.

It was so beautiful, I thought, as they too swelled and throbbed inside me, and I relished the knowledge that they were seeding me in turn, even if by now I could hardly feel any difference.

Eventually there was nobody else. Gwen and I looked at each other. She was a total mess – covered in cum, matted fur, a glassy-eyed expression in her eyes – which meant that I was at least as bad, if not worse.

“I’m pretty sure I just got pregnant,” she giggled, her voice breaking from sheer exhaustion. Again, I felt exactly the same. I felt like my mind was pregnant with all the sensations I’d just experienced, and needed rest. Badly.

But without a doubt, we were both pregnant. There was no way we couldn’t be. And that’d be the start of the next chapter of our journeys into womanhood. After that, maybe our paths would diverge. Maybe she’d stay here and take care of the children. Not her own, but the community’s, as a whole. Or she might become an engineer while also being a breeder. What did I know? Maybe I’d escape the arcology entirely once it’d shown me everything I was, everything I could be within its confines.

I didn’t know. But thinking was becoming increasingly hard with that pleasant, sore ache that seemed to swallow up my entire lower half, joined by a fuzzy, cloudy mist settling over my thoughts as I fought the urge to drift off. I didn’t want to, yet. I wanted to savor the moment a little longer. That feeling of being a goddess of love and lust, relishing the offerings of her followers. Yet, my body was tired, and my mind had no more room for new impressions for the day.

Well, except that Damian came up to me and leaned in for a kiss, uncaring that I’d just been fucked by the entire class and was coated in their sperm, though inside me, his had the best chance at knocking me up if it hadn’t done so already. Maybe there would be something between us. Maybe not, but for now, I welcomed his attentions. It was exactly what I needed, a little affection after all that rough, carnal, breeding.

And it was all my mind could really take before I lapsed into deep, satisfied, and thankfully entirely dreamless sleep, as I slept better than I ever had in my entire life.