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The Smuggler

The initial reports seemed to indicate that everything was going well in the new colony, the very first to be fully built and staffed by former prisoners of Artemis Station who were proud enough to leave Earth, and their entire solar system, behind entirely and continue their mission on a different planet. Or a moon, in this case, Dahlia supposed, but this moon, which they’d decided to call Selene, was the most Earth-like celestial object in this system that was as of yet uninhabited but close enough to be feasible.

She leaned back with a pleasured groan as Callie, the hyena who she had taken a liking to during her own time in a different prison, took her cock into her throat. Still, Dahlia forced herself to keep reading the report. It was the first time she’d heard back from Selene, and as such it was of the utmost importance, as much as she’d have preferred to just facefuck Callie until her balls were empty.

Everything seemed to be going well. All colonists were in good health, and everything was proceeding according to- nnfh. Her hand tightened around the armrest as her body tensed up. There was only one thing that she was worried about. Though Gwen, the black dragoness who she had appointed to lead the colony, had done well so far, Dahlia could only hope that she was up to the task in the long term. She knew from experience that starting a project was always the easiest part. It was years later when the real problems started to arise. Ethics, keeping up with rules and regulations as time dragged on, and not succumbing to either corruption or sloth.

It wasn’t easy for anyone, not even herself. Well, only time would tell, she figured. For now, she had her own part of the project to take care of. She'd visit the colony herself in a few months from now, after her maternity leave. Like most of those capable, Dahlia aimed to always be pregnant, and right now, she was far too swollen and heavy to make the trip, thus necessitating that she trusted Gwen fully. Which she did, at least for now.

And with that, she set the papers aside and let Callie push her over the edge until she erupted down the hyena’s throat and filled her belly with thick spurts of cum.

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”Fuck,” Aeron yelled as his ship dropped out of hyperspace, only to be immediately caught in the gravitational well of a nearby planet. Normally, that wouldn’t have been a problem, but half of his propulsion was offline. Worse than offline, at this point. It was little more than melted and twisted metal.

The space cops – well, the interplanetary trade authority – had gotten wind of his smuggling run and were waiting for him in Earth’s orbit. They’d told him that he would be boarded and his ship searched for contraband.

Just a few years ago, broodfox eggs had been a hot commodity. Now, all of a sudden, they were a problem. Aeron knew that, of course, but it was the hypocrisy of it that got on his nerves. Suddenly, when a poor silver drake wanted to make a living instead of megacorporations raking in profits, things became illegal. Sure, broodfoxes were a somewhat invasive species, but people wanted them. Nobody ever complained about all the other things people wanted that were mildly annoying, or there’d be an uproar about, gods, loudspeakers.

Aeron was so frustrated that his tarnished scales – silver dragons only stayed silvery as long as they behaved well and were friendly – felt like they were burning up.

When he refused to surrender to the space cops violating his precious ship with their unjust search, they had, predictably, opened fire. Aeron had just barely managed to divert every megawatt of power into the shields and hyperdrive. They’d nailed his jets and nearly turned him into space debris entirely, but he had made the jump just in time. Without having any time to plot a course, he had shot off into a random direction, and while he supposed he should be happy that he hadn’t ended up inside of a planet instead of in orbit, he was still angry, because being caught in the gravity well of one was just as bad.

It meant he was going down. And down he went, slowly, inexorably pulled towards Backwater Prime, or whatever the damned thing was named. Had he been the type to care, he might have seen it as an opportunity to reflect on the long series of misdeeds that had led him to this point.

He had never really fit in with other silver dragons. He had grown up in a terrible neighborhood and things had only gotten worse from there, until his scales were so tarnished as an adult that everyone could guess what he did for a living from a mile away. Life wasn’t fair.

Life wasn’t fair, he thought again, as he strapped himself in and put all power into shields in the hope that they'd dampen his great fall, desperately wishing that this planet at least had something on it that he could use to fix his ship. If not, this would probably be his involuntary retirement for however long he managed to survive before some animal ate him, if the landing didn't kill him first.

By the time his ship was a blazing fireball, he had already lost consciousness and didn’t get to experience the total lack of a crash. As Aeron’s ship tumbled towards the uncaring terrain, it was caught by a gravity scoop. It had been meant to help with cargo deliveries, but with a spaceship primed to crash into the colony’s only city, the inhabitants had made the split-second call to take it down gently.

To his surprise, Aeron woke up in a bed somewhere. He attempted to bolt upright, only to nearly yank his shoulder out of its socket as he found himself handcuffed to the frame. In front of him, a female otter in a white lab coat smiled at him.

“Let me go,” Aeron growled.

“That’s not much of an introduction, is it? Don’t worry, you’re perfectly intact. We’ve confiscated your cargo, though,” said the otter. “Currently, we’re pondering if we should send you back to Earth.”

Of course they’d send him back to Earth. This was worse than just crashing. If there was one thing Aeron never wanted to experience again, it was withering away in a jail cell.

“Our little colony’s leader would like to talk to you first, though,” the doctor added, and then got up, straightening her coat. “Welcome to Selene, by the way.”

“Selene? Like we’re on a goddamn moon?” Aeron snarled at her, remembering that name from his short time in school studying mythology. “I’m not interested in talking, just let me go.”

The otter shrugged. “A moon, yes. Large enough to be a planet, but a moon nonetheless. A moon that’ll either be your new home or a temporary pit stop before prison.”

Just then, as Aeron was preparing to hurl every bad word he knew at the otter, a group of people walked into the room. All women, and all armed.

“We’ll just run a quick test for a little something. Go ahead and relax,” the otter cautioned him. “Stay still.”

They uncuffed him, but there was no real chance of escape, and so the drake, begrudgingly, followed them into what looked like a medical room, with a machine not entirely unlike an MRI machine.

“This technology used to be quite a bit more portable,” the otter sighed. “But also, less accurate. Get on the table, please.”

Aeron did just that, noting that it felt warm to the touch, before he was pushed into the machine. Around him, it clicked and whirred while he was instructed to let his mind wander, which he did reluctantly. Not like you have a choice, he told himself. And then his mind suddenly went blurry, with the drake forgetting where he was, and almost who he was, though that confusion was accompanied by a strange feeling of fulfilment.

The device he was in was called the Artemis Machine, so named after the station-prison where it had been invented. It tricked the brain into thinking that the body was that of the opposite sex and then measured the level of distress. The process was accompanied by a brief period of amnesia, and tended to prevent the formation of memories, so as to not discomfort the subject too much.

Naturally, it was used to analyze compatibility with the colony’s mission. And as it happened, despite never having thought about it, Aeron was quite compatible. He was pulled out of the machine while still disoriented, and promptly placed in cuffs again before he could regain his bearings. He could only grumble quietly; even if he was free, even if the guards weren’t armed, where would he go? The only choice he had was to play along.

“What was that scan for? Checking if I have more contraband inside me?” he growled. The guards looked at him without their expressions changing in the slightest, and Aeron knew immediately that he’d get no answers from them.

They continued walking him through the facility, from the hospital-like area to something that looked more business-oriented. It struck the drake that everyone here seemed to be a woman. He had seen a lot of strange places during his time as a smuggler, but never a monogendered colony like this. That said, he noticed that a few of them, thanks to their overly tight uniforms, appeared to have more traditionally male genitalia, contrasting with their curvy and soft feminine bodies. Quite a few were also visibly pregnant.

He wasn’t sure what to make of that, but Aeron was, despite his bad habits and somewhat criminal career track, not the type to judge. Once, he had even made love to a dashing customs official with tentacles. If anything, he found those kind of mixed-up and muddled bodies attractive.

It was the fact that he was in cuffs and being walked around by armed guards that he hated. That they had taken all of his high-quality cargo didn’t help.

He was shoved into an office, and there, in a comfortable-looking armchair, sat a black dragoness. Briefly, Aeron felt a twinge of hope that she might be a little more aligned with him, but just as he defied the expectations people had of a silver dragon, the dragoness did the same. That, and right next to the dragoness stood a doberman in an armored uniform. Bodyguard? Chief of security? Her nameplate said Jenna.

“What did the scan show?” the dragoness asked.

The otter, who had followed Aeron and the guards, stepped forward. “Compatible. Maybe optimal.”

“Good,” the dragoness replied. And then she turned her gaze to Aeron and his tarnished hide.

“Aeron, I believe? I’m Gwen. Oh, don’t look so alarmed, they found your documents on your ship, too. So, let’s skip the pleasantries. We won’t turn you in, if you agree to work for the colony until your debt to society has been paid off,” Gwen told him, speaking in slow and measured words.

“So, prison here instead of prison on Earth,” Aeron replied.

“A much more pleasant prison, especially seeing as you’re compatible with our goals and ideals,” Gwen continued. “You’ll have to work, but you’ll be free to roam as you wish as long as you end each day in your assigned room.”

“And if you step out of line, we’re shipping your ass back to Earth in a cryopod,” Jenna growled. “And then you’ll be tried for every crime you’ve committed. I’d enjoy that.”

Ah, yes. The bad cop, Aeron thought. But he didn’t much like the idea of being in a cell for some ten years, and so, he eventually agreed, resigning himself to whatever fate they had in store for him. Gwen and Jenna still kept what exactly those “goals and ideas” were quite vague, but Aeron had been in the business for long enough that he’d recognize if they tried brainwashing him into a cult or something.

Next, he was taken to his new apartment. It was nothing like he’d expected a prison to be. It had two rooms with beds, and unlike a prison cell, it had a kitchen, and a bathroom. It also had a roommate, who introduced herself as Alopek. A woman like all the others.

“I’ll be helping you get acclimated to the colony,” she smiled. A marble fox, it seemed, with the characteristic white fur with grey patterns. She also looked incredibly soft to the touch. “It might be a bit of a… learning curve.”

Aeron sighed, taking a moment to stretch his arms when he was finally uncuffed. Not like he could escape from this strange moon. “So, what exactly can I expect?”

“Changes. It’s part of living here,” Alopek replied. “Nothing you’ll truly hate, though. We’ll get to that when we get to that.”

“And in terms of work?” the drake continued.

“Whatever you’re good at. We’re fairly communal here. I’d imagine you’re not a stranger to fixing machines, given how smugglers usually fly solo?” Alopek suggested, and that was as good a starting point as any. Aeron nodded. “Just focus on helping out, don’t step out of line, and I’ll be here for any questions you might have!”

While the idea of changes somewhat bothered the tarnished drake, it couldn’t be any worse than withering away in a cell, doing back-breaking labor all day in a prison on Earth. Hell, maybe he’d really put effort into it, and they’d probably let him go early for good behavior.

He didn’t know, of course, that almost nobody left either Selene or the Artemis Project. Not truly, given how the project tended to expose people to their true selves, which naturally felt far more authentic to most, even those who initially protested. Almost everyone chose to say either out of gratitude or to help others like them.

Work was uneventful for the next few days. Aeron fixed odds and ends, receiving plenty of praise from the women of the colony. Eventually, he was allowed to work on their ships and indeed, he proved to be a handy mechanic. It had been the career he’d dreamed of having as a kid before fate had conspired to put him on the smuggler’s path, and while he could hardly think of himself as anything but a smuggler, he found the low-stakes work somewhat comforting. Relaxing, even, not having to worry about having the space cops shoot him down or raid his home.

He grew closer with Alopek, too. The marble fox was kind and personable, which was another thing the drake wasn’t used to. Most of the people a smuggler met were high-strung, paranoid, and aggressive. Hardly an ideal work environment, he mused, and he found himself quickly acclimatized to the niceness of everyone here.

Well, bar for the guards, who kept reminding him to not “step out of line”. Unnecessary caution; the drake recognized when he had been beaten and was already determined to simply work until he was free to leave, at which point he’d probably return to his old career. He didn’t have a lot of choice on that matter, either. Sometimes, he felt like life had passed him by and he was just stuck here, without any say in where he ended up next.

Strangely enough, that feeling of helplessness and his cynical view of the world – the perception of it all being so very hostile – seemed to slowly be dissipating too. The colony was almost communal. Everyone except those who were too heavily pregnant helped out where they could. Their relationships seemed relaxed, too. From what he could tell, most were either quite polyamorous, or if not that, had open relationships with their “primary” partners.

The purpose of it all seemed to be repopulation, which Aeron certainly wasn’t opposed to, even if he doubted that he’d get to participate, no matter how pent up he got working with rather attractive women all day long.

Outside of work, everything seemed so wholesome here. The food and water had a kind of crisp, clean, almost sweet taste that few of Earth’s overprocessed offerings could match. The verdant moon had been welcoming from the start, though the other colonists assured Aeron that they’d done their part to make it even more so. They also pointed out how all the food was enriched to ensure the success of the mission. Not that Aeron had any idea what that meant, and he assumed they simply meant vitamins.

Well, that was until he began to notice certain changes. They started innocently enough. His hips ached, which was easy to chalk up to working too hard, but he was no stranger to working hard. No smuggler was. His shoulders hurt too, with a kind of tightness around them, but that was easily attributed to lifting cargo for the colony.

The second obvious thing that began just a few days later was that his chest felt awfully tender to the touch. Tender and warm, even, with the area around his nipples just a little puffy. It felt almost like an allergic reaction to this moon’s diet, but not significantly enough that Aeron really felt any alarm; he simply switched to sleeping on his side instead of on his stomach, as he preferred.

Even his nipples growing didn’t bother the drake. But eventually, when he settled in for the night to get himself off after another day of being pent up, he looked down at his naked body and realized that the aches had culminated in undeniable growth. His hips were wider, distinctly flared in a feminine way, and that made him shoot up, his hard cock bouncing as he rushed to a mirror.

He didn’t usually look at himself naked, bar for the occasional grooming. But now, in front of a full-length mirror in the middle of the night, he could see everything plain as day. His body had grown substantially more feminine over the month or so that he’d been here. His hips were almost as wide as his shoulders, which had in turn narrowed down, and his chest – the most eye-catching change – was swollen to the point it looked like he had little A-cups.

For a moment, Aeron stared blankly at his reflection. And then he kept staring, unable to move as a sudden anxiety washed over him. What was happening to him? None of this could be normal, he thought, before his adrenaline-charged mind quickly jumped to an earlier observation.

Everyone here was a woman. But had they always been women? Suddenly, the number of them who still had cocks made perfect sense, and that anxiety was fused with dread. He wasn’t particularly attached to his body, but the sudden shock of the changes still had the expected effect.

He rushed into Alopek’s room in a blind panic, and shook the fox awake.

“What’s happening to me? I’m- fuck me, I think I’m turning into a woman,” he yelled at the bleary-eyed marble fox who was only half awake, if even that. But she quickly put two and two together and groaned as she sat up. The fact that both were completely naked didn’t register to either of them; for a moment, nudity lacked all seductive power in the face of blind panic.

“Oh. Yeah, okay so, you might want to sit down for a bit. Take a deep breath, yeah?” Alopek spoke, her voice a little gravelly from sleeping still.

Aeron sat down on Alopek’s bed, and went quiet, which was entirely unlike him. He hadn’t felt this scared since he’d flown through the rings of Saturn with his nacelles on fire. Somehow, the immediate and clear danger had still been less intimidating than whatever this was.

“Okay. You’ve noticed that everyone here is some flavor of woman, right?” Alopek started, and then continued without waiting for Aeron to answer. “This moon – well, this entire project is designed for repopulation. All the meals and drinks are laced with chemicals that make it happen.”

“B-but wouldn’t you still need men, then?” Aeron complained. “Why forcibly transform everyone into women? Did you start off as a man?”

“Just try to relax a little,” Alopek said, putting a very soft hand on the tarnished drake’s shoulder. “I’m here to guide you, like I said when we first met.”

She then wrapped her arm around Aeron, and again in an atypical reaction for the drake, he found himself not minding it at all.

“So. We don’t exactly forcibly transform… men,” Alopek started, trying to present everything as gently as possible. “Remember that scan they did when you arrived here, the one that made you feel all foggy and weird?”

“Yeah. I remember,” Aeron replied.

“The scan checks if you’re… a woman, on the inside, or at least compatible with the idea of being one. This entire project is about taking those ‘men’ who are and putting them into bodies more suited for breeding.”

"I'm a man, why couldn't I just knock someone up instead?” Aeron countered, swallowing most of the anger he was feeling.

“Yeah. But have you ever done it? Have you felt any desire whatsoever to do it?” Alopek asked in turn. “I’d bet you haven’t.”

Aeron opened his mouth to speak, only to trail off with a blank expression on his face. “Well, no, but…”

“And how do you feel about the idea of getting pregnant?” the marble fox continued, prodding the changing drake.

Aeron didn’t reply, but he felt a strange warmth as he thought about it. Like maybe he wanted to. Still, it was something he’d have to process.

“You asked if I started as a man. In a way, yes. With a male body, at least,” the fox told him. “And I reacted just like you did, terribly anxious and even scared. It’s like that with any big changes.”

She held the drake tightly.

“But it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ve made so many friends here. Lovers, too. And children. And I hope we can make it as welcoming for you, Aeron.”

“I need some time to think,” he replied. “Maybe a lot of time.”

“Absolutely. Take all the time you need. Just remember, the scan doesn’t really make mistakes. You are compatible with this,” Alopek told him as he got up again.

Aeron moved to his own bed, where he immediately fell on his back on the mattress and stared at the ceiling. This was all far too much for him to handle all at once, but he realized that he had to try, at least.

The “scan” had apparently noticed that he was “compatible” with being a woman. But what did that even mean? He couldn’t remember having any thoughts like that. Then again, he’d never really had a lot of time to think about anything but his immediate survival. After a terrible childhood, he had been thrust into a world of paranoia, guns, and violence, with more time spent avoiding the law and staying out of his rivals’ sights than on relaxing or introspection.

As he dug into his memories, he remembered that as he’d grown up, everything had looked bleaker and bleaker. Yes, he’d grown strong, but he hadn’t liked it. The world had seemingly gotten irritating and hostile, with a kind of background noise that kept him from ever being comfortable. But was it really the world that had changed, or just his perception of it?

Was it his body that caused it?

Aeron fell asleep eventually, mired in worries that turned into something that began as a nightmare. He was on the run again, as he always had been, trying not to get shot down as he approached another planet. Only this time, he was more focused than he had been in real life, in perfect control as he maneuvered to avoid everything thrown at him until he hit the atmosphere and slipped under what their radar could detect, so low that his ship almost clipped the trees, and yet – though the dream was certainly stressful – he was never afraid. That background noise that had been tormenting him was gone.

He landed exactly where he intended to land, pulled off his harness, and saw his feminine reflection in the cockpit glass. It felt good, like a mirror image of who he was in real life. One that could become reality if he embraced everything that was happening.

Aeron woke up feeling surprisingly good and energized despite the stressful night. It felt like something had been unlocked in his head, though maybe not fully. Still, he kept that feeling at the back of his head as he returned to work, simply accepting all the changes as they happened.

Eventually, a few weeks later, Aeron came to realize that he liked how things were going. There was still some trepidation, of course, and it came back as a kind of an echo each time he noticed that his breasts had grown a little more or that his cock had shrunk somewhat. He managed it with Alopek’s help, though, and the two grew closer until they were even sharing a bed rather than sleeping in their own rooms.

The drake had never been much of a cuddler, but he had grown a little more in touch with his emotions. Maybe it was part of the process. Or maybe it was the dysphoria lifting, he thought. He had never thought of that background noise as dysphoria, but it felt like his mind was actually clear for the first time in ages. The world seemed like a friendlier place, rather than everything irritating him. Even his tarnished scales had begun to recover, leaving an only somewhat stained silver sheen.

“How’d you learn to deal with all of this anyway?” Aeron asked, one night.

“It just came naturally, really. Well, and um, some exploration helped too, I guess,” the marble fox admitted in a blush on her snout, though one obscured by the darkness of the room.

“Like masturbation?” Aeron asked.

“…yeah, I mean, it’s not that different when you still have a cock, like I do – I kinda chose to keep mine – but at the same time, it is. The orgasms are so much more intense,” Alopek replied, cuddling closer with the drake. “And they leave your legs all wobbly.”

Aeron could feel the fox swell up a little, a hardness pressing against his rump. A fleeting fantasy happened across the drake’s mind, as he imagined it pushing into him. Not into his ass, no. In that half-asleep state he imagined himself with a pussy. How would it feel, he wondered, to get properly fucked?

Alopek had talked about that desire to get pregnant, and Aeron’s mind flitted to those words again. If he had a pussy, and if Alopek slid her cock into it… well, he’d probably get pregnant. The thought felt strange yet comfortable. And in an odd way, just hot enough to make his own cock stir, too.

He had since found out that at the end of the process, everyone had a choice. They could keep their cocks, or they could not, and that was how their roles in breeding were decided. Everyone would end up with pussies, wombs, ovaries, everything necessary to get knocked up, but some would also keep their cocks and balls, and be able to breed others. It was a thrilling thought, and the more Aeron thought of it – himself as a woman, willingly getting bred by others – the hotter his body and the harder his cock felt.

“You think you’d do it?” he asked.

“Do what? Masturbate?” Alopek asked, unable to read the drake’s mind.

“No, I mean… would you breed me, after it happens?” Aeron continued. His heart was beating far faster than normal.

“If you wanted me to,” the fox confirmed. “…easily. You’ll be such a beautiful dragoness.”

Beautiful. Aeron had never really thought that was something he could be. Beauty was something other people had. But the thought excited him, almost more so than those fleeting fantasies of pregnancy.

“…would you help me explore, too?” he asked. Maybe it’d be the jolt he needed to really accept how he was changing.

Alopek pressed her hard cock against Aeron’s rump. “I thought you’d never ask. I think it’s time for you to have your first orgasm as a woman.”

With that, she got up, left the room, and returned a moment later with a wand. It was one of those vibrating ones, and Alopek turned on the lights as she approached. “I want you to see yourself cum as a woman,” she explained, with a smile. “Just lay on your back. I’ll get you there.”

Aeron wanted to close his eyes, and yet, he didn’t. Maybe this was part of the therapy. As he looked down at his body once again – this time, without any fear – he realized that it really did feel like the body he’d always been meant to have. Maybe he’d have to change his name. One immediately came to mind; Anwen, like one of his early childhood friends from before everything spiraled out of control.

And then he immediately went blank as the toy buzzed to life and Alopek pressed it against his half-hard cock. It was like an electric current shooting through him that made every muscle seize up with pleasure.

“Never tried one of these before?” Alopek smiled, as she ran the vibrating end up and down Aeron’s shaft, rapidly working it up to full hardness.

“N-no, j-jeez, I’ve only used my ha-aah-and,” the drake moaned. “H-holy…”

“Yeah, they’re pretty intense. More so for us girls, I think,” the fox giggled. And then she just held it there while Aeron squirmed, his breath stuttering as the pleasure climbed rapidly like a resonance of pure lust. “Doesn’t it just feel nice to have those tits too?” she continued, before briefly moving the wand to buzz each of the drake’s nipples, drawing his attention to them. The wand felt wet with precum, and he could in turn feel the cool air on his nipples acutely. They really did look feminine. They looked like they were part of him.

Part of her.

It came with jolts of pleasure. She watched her cock throb and leak, already soaking her belly-scales in precum, more than she’d ever produced before.

“You’re getting pretty wet, aren’t you?” Alopek teased, pressing the vibrator down more firmly. She was no stranger to dirty talk, certainly not. Especially when it came to a scenario like this; of helping someone fully accept their new body. “Just like a girl should get, just imagine when you finally have a pussy, and maybe only a pussy so you get bred more often.”

Aeron shivered. Already, she was gasping for air as the pleasure quickly built towards a shattering crescendo. It’d only be a few more moments before she succumbed to the wand. Her back arched, her breasts heaved, and she ended up teetering just on the edge. Aeron couldn’t remember ever getting off this quickly, but the transformation had seemingly left her far more sensitive too. Or perhaps it was just that she was more comfortable in this body.

“Speaking of you being a girl, I think it’s just about time you pick a more appropriate name,” Alopek added, pulling away the wand for a moment in a gesture of unusual dominance, and leaving the dragoness just on the edge. “Only good girls get to cum.”

“A-anwen,” the drake immediately groaned in response.

Alopek reached over to trace a little circle around her very feminine and prominent nipples, deciding to tease for just a moment longer before she’d push the dragoness over the edge. She knew perfectly well that it’d only take the lightest touch. Every new girl came so quickly from the wands that it was almost adorable.

“Alright, Anwen it is. Welcome to your new life. Now let’s see some fireworks. Ooh, I wish I could experience my first orgasm as a girl again…”

“Nhh- I- I’m-” Anwen stuttered. And then that sly fox pressed to wand firmly against the underside of her cock again, turning up the power.

She came immediately, and it was overwhelming. The first rope of cum splattered across her breasts, and Anwen moaned in dissolute pleasure. Her hips bucked each time her cock throbbed and soaker her further in pearly-white cum, and unlike any other orgasm that she’d had in her life, this one seemed to radiate through her entire body rather than just her cock. Waves of feminine euphoria washed over her, each pulse reinforcing that this was exactly right for her. It felt so good that her vision blurred with tears of joy, the wand – and Alopek, holding it – utterly merciless in forcing her orgasm to go on for as long as possible, until she was soaked, until her body was aching from the tensing, the bucking, and the squirming. And then she collapsed onto the bed, panting and wheezing, in the throes of an intense afterglow that made it hard, if not impossible, to do anything at all.

“That feeling is probably to encourage you to just lay still for a moment after someone fills you up. Helps you get pregnant,” Alopek grinned proudly, turning the wand off.

And there it was again. That fantasy of being bred. She could barely lift her hands, and though for right now her chest was covered with her own cum, Anwen couldn’t help but imagine how it’d feel to be impregnated. She’d lay there, just like this, feeling their thick cum slowly trickle out of her and knowing that more than what leaked out was racing up her tubes and seeking her eggs.

“You like that idea a lot, don’t you? It’s won’t be long before you get to make your final choice, now,” the fox teased her a little more, leaning in to lick each of her stiff nipples quickly with her warm, slippery tongue. “Purely breedable, or both. And then, either way, we’ll have these all full of milk for you, just like mine will be soon.”

“W-wait, are you… pregnant?” Anwen asked, already about to slip into deep sleep as the fox cleaned up the excess. She had been under the impression that some of the women only had a cock, but then, she had never seen any of them fully naked.

“Mhm, already got bred a while back. Just not showing yet. I’m one of those with both,” she smiled. “Everyone here has a pussy. It’s just that they might also have a cock. But I get the feeling you won’t need yours, not with how hard you get off at the thought of getting bred.”

With that, Alopek stood up and bent over, just enough for Anwen to see the glistening lips of her cunt. Oh, she wanted one so badly, she realized, a flushed neediness overcoming her almost instantly. Yet, it wasn’t enough to stop the onset of sleep, and soon she drifted off, swallowed by the post-orgasmic glow for a night of, for once, truly restful sleep.

The next day, the colony was a blur of activity immediately when they woke up. Dahlia was visiting, Alopek told Anwen, who had absolutely no idea who this Dahlia was, beyond that she was apparently a big deal. Over a few hours, she pieced it together; apparently, she was the original founder of the Artemis Project, and now, she was arriving here to examine just how things were going.

She should’ve been more focused on that and how to prepare for it, but last night had awakened something inside the dragoness. A fever of sorts, a desire to get pregnant as soon as she could, and so she was entirely hyperfixated on those final changes that she’d get soon. It’d be an entirely life-changing event, yes, but she wanted it too badly.

The world, of course, didn’t revolve around her changes, no matter how much she wanted it to. Naturally, soon everyone was gathered around the spaceport as Dahlia’s ship landed, Gwen at the front of it to greet the voluptuous deer as she stepped out.

“You didn’t feel like you should’ve told me about you getting an uninvited guest?” were the first words to leave her mouth. Gwen looked a little flustered. “A smuggler, nonetheless? Isn’t it our policy to send criminals to Earth to be tried?”

Evidently, someone else had informed her of what was going on. She paused for dramatic effect.

“Anwen, was it? Step forth,” she commanded, in a deeper voice than her natural register.

Anwen did so. The deer looked rather imposing in her black uniform. It rather implied a kind of strictness, and her antlers amplified her commanding presence beyond her eye-catching curviness.

“Hm. No real trace of masculinity left here,” Dahlia spoke, as if appraising her. “Looks like you’ve assimilated quite well. And I haven’t read any reports about any continued crime, either.”

“No, she has been nothing short of a model citizen,” Gwen affirmed. Alopek nodded, as well.

“That would indicate that our process no longer requires strict imprisonment, would it not?” Dahlia asked. “I’d call that a success, myself.”

Gwen looked surprised, now. “Well, y-yes, absolutely. She basically assimilated herself, but… why the surprise visit, then?”

“I just happened to have time off,” Dahlia chuckled. “And I figured your reaction would be worth it. It was.”

Gwen sighed. Her security chief relaxed her shoulders. Anwen frankly didn’t know how to feel. But Dahlia continued speaking.

“All I’ve really come for is to deliver the supplies that you’ll need for Anwen’s final transformation,” she smiled. “That, and well, Gwen – if you wouldn’t mind – I would still like to be informed about any new surprise guests, no matter how good of a fit they end up being.”

“Understood,” Gwen replied. “But I was worried someone might make a hasty decision.”

“And clearly, you made the right call. I think you were indeed the right choice for the colony’s leader. Just remember to send those reports, I look forward to hearing how things go for our new addition.”

“You’re not staying?” Gwen asked.

Dahlia shook her head. “Not this time, not for more than a night. The station needs looking after. The supplies have already been unloaded.”

The leaders said their goodbyes, and then, Dahlia retreated to the room reserved for her, leaving everyone more or less flabbergasted at just how brief that “surprise visit” would be. But Dahlia had always had her own way of doing things.

“Well, with the supplies here, I suppose we’ll move onto the next and last phase for you, Anwen,” Gwen told her. “My office, in an hour, please.”

Anwen nodded, nervous as she was. She had a pretty good idea of what the “last phase” would entail, and it filled her heart and belly with nervous, fluttering excitement. As such, she was there well ahead of time, entering only to find herself face to face with not only Gwen and Jenna – that angry doberman who never seemed to leave Gwen’s side – but also Alopek. Her roommate and guide-turned-lover.

“Alright, Anwen. I’d say you’ve done pretty well adapting to the colony,” Gwen told her. Alopek, and even Jenna agreed, each congratulating her on her progress. And then, a choice was presented.

Gwen continued. “Now, you have a choice to make. You could continue as you have been, but we’d like to give you the choice of accelerating your transformation. It’s a simple enough choice, and you’ll even get to choose what role you’d like in our primary mission.”

“Meaning, you get to choose if you’d like to be able to breed others,” Jenna grunted. “Or just get bred more often.”

Alopek squeezed Anwen’s hand reassuringly.

“Just remember that you will be expected to be pregnant as often as possible, should you choose that second role,” Gwen cautioned her. “Those are, after all, the rules.”

It felt like a momentous choice to make in the moment. With that decision, Anwen’s former life would be gone. She’d more or less be bound to this colony for the rest of her life, probably unable to travel much as she’d always be pregnant.

And yet, it was the easiest choice she’d ever made.

Anwen sat down in a private room, and Alopek was chosen to give her the final injection that’d change her life forever. A little syringe full of pink liquid that felt warm the instant it was in her bloodstream. The fox then sat down next to her.

Anwen’s heart was beating rapidly. There wasn’t much left to change; her body looked perfectly feminine already, and her silver shine had been restored. Her breasts were beautiful, her hips wide – primed for breeding, she thought – and there was no real trace of her ever having been anything but a dragoness.

It began as a warm tingling in her belly. That feeling was quickly followed by a painless cramp so intense that it nonetheless made Anwen double over. Her cock began to shrink, slowly dwindling away as most of it was used to build a pussy connected to the new womb that was quickly blossoming inside her, ripe and ready from the first moment. The dragoness could only gasp as her transformation was finally finished, moment by excruciatingly pleasurable moment. Her cock finally disappearing, reduced to a mere clit, a little nub tingling with pleasure, was euphoric, and it was followed by an even better feeling, a flushed heat just underneath it.

She couldn’t help herself, her slender fingers slipping down to feel herself. Just beneath her clit, she could feel her scales and skin almost burning hot to the touch, slowly plumping up until she felt unmistakable lips. The gentlest little touch of pressure between them had her finger slipping inside her, which was a feeling so strange and new that it made her quiver. Still, it was hardly a surprise; it was what she had chosen, after all.

From the corner of her eye, she could see the now naked Alopek grow hard as she watched her change, a beautiful contrast between her perky breasts and the hard, vulpine cock slowly swelling out from its sheath, quickly ready for mating.

Anwen pressed her legs together as another wave of flush, warm excitement washed over her. And then she spread them again, staring down at a distinctly feminine mound that twitched and clenched against her probing fingers. It felt like pushing her digits against it helped it develop, and so she did, fingers slipping deeper into a whole new warm and wet orifice with each passing second. It felt strange, like she was being hollowed out, but at the same time the feeling filled her with pride. She’d be able to – expected to – get pregnant in just a few minutes, and already, that developing pussy of hers was getting slippery with excitement, thick strands of her new juices clinging to her fingers.

She felt fertile. Maybe it was a heat, Anwen realized. It was like a warm tingliness combined with emptiness, a yearning to be filled. She couldn’t wait, and as she watched, her breasts swelled just a little bigger, her nipples perking up as if readying to feed her future young, and then, with a final series of rapid-fire cramps that felt almost like an orgasm – more intense but not as pleasurable, to the point she was left wheezing – her transformation was complete.

“Beautiful,” Alopek whispered, her breath hot on Anwen’s ear. “And so very wet and ready. Now, I think it’s time for you to really join this wonderful colony. Let me give you the blessing of motherhood. No, no, you don’t have to get up. Just relax and enjoy. It’ll feel better than anything.”

She stood up and adjusted the evidently multi-purpose chair that Anwen was sitting in backwards, into a comfortable position where she was laid on her back with her legs in stirrups and her hips tilted ever so slightly upwards, so that the cum would remain inside her, she recognized, and felt her new pussy clench. Oh, what a strange feeling it was compared to her now-lost cock throbbing, and yet she loved it.

Alopek adjusted the stirrups to spread her legs. Only for the briefest of moments did Anwen feel self-conscious, before that feeling turned into a smoldering, lustful pride. She wanted the fox to see her cunt, after all. To have it arouse her enough to fuck her, and to be pleasurable enough for the other woman's cock to inseminate her.

If someone had told the dragoness that she’d be feeling this way a year ago, she would’ve looked at them like they were crazy, but now, here they were, her true self revealed. And that true self was eager to catch up on all the experiences that she had missed out on, being stuck in the wrong body and career. A little trickle of her juices dribbled out along her ass in anticipation as the fox finally positioned herself between her invitingly spread legs.

“Ready?” she asked, taking the moment to rub her tapered tip along the wet, soft groove that was now Anwen’s sex. The tingles of delight that followed seemed almost delayed, as if her mind had, just for a moment, struggled to register where they originated.

“Yes,” Anwen said. “I think so. Just a little… nervous, I guess.”

“Don’t be. Your new body was made for this. You’ll see; just focus on the pleasure,” Alopek replied, and then she applied the slightest bit of force, flexing her hips so that her potent, virile tip pressed against the dragoness’ entrance.

And then, that vulpine cock was inside her, spreading her open effortlessly. The two let out a mutual gasp of pleasure as Anwen’s very new sex accepted its first cock, eagerly submitting to be bred. Or maybe submission wasn’t the right term; she wanted it so badly that she would’ve pinned the fox down and ridden her all the way to the messy, fertile finish line if she hadn’t taken the reins.

“Oh my god,” she moaned. The feeling was so intense, so strange, and yet so desirable all at once. It was like fulfilment, combined with an immediate sharp spike in pleasure as her silken inner walls clamped down hard on Alopek’s shaft, perfectly conforming to her girth.

“You’re tight,” the fox huffed.

And with that, Alopek began to fuck her, for the very first time in her life. The fox’s own breasts jiggled with each gentle, testing thrust.

“How does it feel?” Anwen asked. Another little whimper of pleasure spilled from her lips.

“Getting pregnant? Sort of like that orgasm you had the other day. Only way more intense. You’ll see,” she replied, hilting inside the dragoness and letting her steaming sex relax around her, if only briefly.

“No, I m-mnnh-mean, being pregnant,” Anwen continued. There was a fluttering sensation in her belly as she imagined every step of the process. How her belly and breasts would grow.

“It’s just wonderful, all as nature intended,” the fox replied. And then she started to thrust at a steady, measured pace that nonetheless had the dragoness’ head spinning with pleasure. Her past life seemed so unimportant, even if she remembered every detail. And she’d never had this kind of satisfaction or excitement when balls deep inside a female. She was soaking wet, and each thrust sent tremors of pleasure through her body.

“Then do it, breed me!” she moaned.

“I will,” was all that Alopek could muster, already gritting her teeth to resist the incredibly tight squeeze of Anwen’s formerly virgin sex. Every new girl was like this, so very eager to be properly fucked, at least physically and often mentally too.

Of course, the transformation’s induced heat helped. But those were details they’d get into later. For now, the fox simply enjoyed the warmth, the wetness, and the fertile, pheromone-laden scent wafting forth with each squelching thrust into her newest lover.

And Anwen? She was in seventh heaven. The wet squelches filled her heart with pride, and feeling Alopek throbbing inside her even more so. She felt deeply, divinely feminine and fulfilled, though not completely so. There was still that yearning. The one that her hungry pussy was working hard to satisfy with each squeeze of her muscles, pulling the fox closer to her orgasm.

They went at it for a few minutes longer until both were panting, the dragoness’ scales shiny with sweat. She could feel the moment getting closer as Alopek’s knot slipped inside her, only to pop out, and then sink again, each time like an injection of pure lust into her body. Precum filled her already drenched sex, and she once again found herself just on the edge of orgasm.

“I’ll cum f-first,” Alopek groaned. “Hold on. W-we want you pregnant, after all.”

Anwen didn’t know what her lover meant, but she trusted her with all of her heart and womb. And so, when the fox, with a stifled growl, pushed her swollen knot inside her once again and stiffened, she waited with bated breath, barely managing to keep herself from orgasming.

It all happened at once. Alopek’s cock jerked inside her. And then it jerked again, the second motion accompanied by a blossoming of heat inside her. She was cumming, Anwen realized, and it felt beautiful. The pressured squirts of heat soaking the back of her cunt pushed her over the edge, and that sensation was even more grandiose than the insemination.

Suddenly she wailed, singing out in pleasure as her orgasm swept through her. There was a strange squeezing sensation inside her that accompanied every spasm of pleasure, and she could only stare at the ceiling, eyes rolled back at the sheer intensity of it all. She had no idea what was happening, but inside her, her cervix dipped into that growing pool of cum, helping draw it deeper into her fertile body, as if kissing the fox’s sexy little swimmers welcome.

No wonder everyone here was willing to get knocked up if it felt this good. Her entire body seized with ecstasy, the only muscles moving being the rhythmically milking ones somewhere deep inside her, and together the two groaned, moaned, and grunted as they savored every second of the natural reward of their breeding, until the fox’s balls were thoroughly and utterly drained.

“W-wow,” Anwen stammered. “I didn’t- I had no idea-”

“Shh, just relax. It’s all inside you now. Let it soak in for a little bit,” Alopek huffed in turn, hunched over her prone body.

It did. Of course, Anwen couldn’t feel it, but after just a few minutes of lying there with both the fox’s knot and the elevation of her hips ensuring that every drop of cum remained pooled against her cervix, she was pregnant, thus truly making her a part of the colony where all capable were expected to always be either pregnant or attempting to become pregnant.

“Thank you,” she whispered, marveling at how wonderfully still her mind felt, the depths of that satisfaction that no male could ever really understand. But now she did, and in understanding, she was all but reborn, fully committed to her new life in the colony, by her lover’s side, helping their mission as much as her body allowed her to.

A few months later, she walked around with her belly proudly swollen, soaking in the compliments from every other colonist such that she barely remembered ever having lived a different life before this. And Alopek helped ease her through each moment of her first pregnancy.

Elsewhere, back in Earth’s orbit, the mood was quite similar. Everything had turned out pretty nicely, Dahlia thought, leaning back and relaxing after her latest breeding to keep that precious load of seed inside her, reading the latest report from Gwen detailing that Anwen had taken to both pregnancy and motherhood quite well, even eagerly, not hesitating visibly at all before she had her pussy pumped full of cum. Artemis was truly a success, and now with Selene so readily converting even unprepared, compatible visitors to the cause, maybe she could finally take a little while off.

Then again, she had a few months before her pregnancy would start getting in the way again. Ah, well. She loved her job, regardless, so it’d never feel like a burden as long as things were going somewhat well. And for right now, she was rather satisfied.