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“Sorry, I keep forgetting to dim the lights…”

The voice was unfamiliar and still fuzzy as the words tried to find a place in Gail’s groggy mind. The words came in response to her wince as she opened her eyelids only to squeeze them shut against a white glare. Even with her eyes closed she could feel she was fighting a dizzy-spell, her hands gripping what turned out to be arm-rests. Did she fall asleep in a chair? She didn’t remember going to bed. The last thing she remembered was having wine with Beatrice, working up the courage to…

The lights grew dim, enough at least that it wasn’t shining red through her eyelids. When she opened them, panic chased away lethargy. Not much of an improvement since neither of those was a real alternative to a clear head. The room she was in was on the small side and… white. No, some off-white shade. The lab coat of the man seated opposite her was stark white and provided some contrast. Wild-eyed glances showed that there were a few plants, possibly artificial. An attempt to break the otherwise sterile impression of the room.

“Easy now – deep, even breaths. The shot we gave you woke you but it will be about an hour until the sedative is completely flushed from your system…” the man said, pouring her a glass of water from a pitcher. Gail’s throat was dry and her mouth cottony but she still hesitated with the glass half-way to her lips. The man gave her an almost-smile and poured himself a glass and drank as if to prove it was safe. Gale gulped half of hers down before speaking up in a hoarse voice.

“Where… where’s Beatrice?”

“Hmmm. The usual question is ‘Where am I?’. That’s the last thing you remember? Your visit to Beatrice?” he asked, splitting his attention between her and the screen facing him. He looked a little past middle age, with his hair mostly gray and his clean-shaven face weathered but not really wrinkled. And while his body might have gone past it’s prime, Gail doubted his mind had. The man behind the desk looked focused and confident as he regarded her.

“Y-yes…”

“She’s fine. Nice of you to ask. Now I have to address your… situation. This will come as a bit of a shock, but the sooner you get over it the easier things will get for you. First of all, you are a long way from your home, or Beatrice’s. Quite a long way from the US. For now, it is enough for you to know that you are in a secure facility on a remote, privately owned island.”

“What am I doing here?” Gail asked in a strangely flat voice. Maybe it was the way the man talked. His tone was like that of a doctor - serious but with effort taken not to be alarming or stressing. A notion that was re-affirmed when she looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing something like a hospital gown.

“You have been selected to help us with our research project. To be blunt - you have been selected as a subject in this project. It was done without your consent, quite illegally, but it is done and quite frankly there is nothing you can do to alter that fact. You are not the first, and I am happy to say the others have adjusted to their life here. Let me assure you that while we have violated some of your human rights, we do still consider you a person and are concerned for your well-being. We would like nothing better than for you to develop a cooperative attitude, but at the moment experience has taught us to expect varying degrees of resistance.”

“You… this can’t be real… you kidnapped me and are going to… experiment on me?

“Deep breaths. I will say it once again - you are not in danger, and we are concerned for your well-being…”

“You’re just more concerned with your project?” Gail spat.

“Quite frankly - yes. We aren’t Bond villains - we aren’t making weapons, doomsday devices, super plagues. The… sourcing of research subjects is the only unethical practice we engage in. Out of necessity. Also, the project is closer to implementation than experimentation. That was all lab-work - cell samples, test-tubes, simulations running on super-computers. To say nothing of the research done to get us the prerequisites for project Juno. Now, if you need a few moments to process this and catch your breath, I can give you that much. But we are talking about moments. I will need to finish your orientation before we can show you to your…living quarters.”

“I… I’m ready…” Gail lied. She wasn’t nearly ready - her pulse was racing, she was fighting the urge to hyperventilate and she was practically trembling with barely restrained panic. But the suspense wasn’t helping her relax.

“The precursor to project Juno was Project Jupiter, which successfully produced fully sentient specimens of so far completely feral fauna. We’ve even succeeded giving them the power of speech, which - from a genetical engineering standpoint - had been the tricky part. We are still thinking in small terms, but we are hoping that these specimens will become the progenitors of new intelligent species. During Jupiter, we encountered a few snags which led to the off-shoot project of Juno. Genetically engineering females met with failures as early as the zygote stage. In order for these species to truly take off, they have to be able to reproduce, and that will require a sort of… surrogacy.”

“So you’re going to use me as a surrogate for… genetically engineered animals?”

“Not quite. We don’t have viable ova, and substituting existing feral strains would likely just breed the species backwards. Modifying the reproductive tract of human females has proven more promising so far. So, let’s not beat about the bush - you will share your living quarters with Riley - a sentient northwestern wolf. During your stay, Riley will service you until you test positive for pregnancy. While sedated, your ovaries were injected with an RNA serum which will ensure your follicles produce compatible ova. Once you conceive, our physicians will monitor your pregnancy to ensure the safety of both you and your pup.”

“You… serviced!?”

“A natural conception. And before we get to any indignant outbursts…” the man said, taking a slim binder out of his drawer and sliding it across the desk.

Gail only needed to skim it to turn red. It was all there, in chronological order. Every message she exchanged with Beatrice, transcripts of every video call and conversation. The tentative, gossipy ones at the start, just idle talk about a shared taboo. Then Beatrice’s admission that she went a little further with her dalmatian than a responsible dog owner should. The pics she sent to prove she wasn’t making it up had been printed out, as well as Gail’s... comments. Page after page it only got worse until they set up their date. When Gail looked up the screen had been turned towards her. The man in the lab-coat just looked at her patiently as she stared at the video from a concealed camera. It caught everything - the obedient dog rolling on his back, happily letting his mistress and her guest rub his belly before Beatrice’s hand slipped down to play with the plump sheath. The nearly empty wine bottle on the coffee table caught her eye mainly because she was avoiding watching herself masturbate to the sight of the half-naked half-stranger jacking off her pet in front of her. Or the way her own eyes had been glued tot he canine erection.

“I told you before that we would prefer cooperation. We can’t exactly go around asking for volunteers, but we can screen potential… candidates. And we did a very thorough job. Beatrice did an excellent job of profiling you, our own experts built on that work, but to be blunt - we have the contents of your laptop and your full browsing history. Please keep all of this in mind before you tell me how repelled you are by the idea of sex with a canine.” the man explained. Gail felt like she might burst into tears at any moment and considered if maybe she should, but she doubted anyone here would be moved by them.

“Your situation needn’t be as grim as you no doubt see it now. We do not require your cooperation, but we would be glad to have it. And should you decide to play along, cooperation will be rewarded with more and more privileges. Your assigned mate is also no common animal. Riley has been raised here since infancy and we are confident he will be amicable enough to ease your transition into your new living arrangement. We also don’t anticipate any difficulties with the actual act of mating, but rest assured that should any arise, you now have access to better medical care than most heads of state.”

“W-what do I call you?” Gail asked, the adrenaline washing back and leaving her weak and stunned in it’s wake.

“Dr. Korhonen will do, but I don’t expect you will be calling me. You and Riley will initially be segregated from all other contact, but should you cooperate we will allow you to mingle with other participants of Project Juno. Ideally, all of you will eventually form a sort of small community, with the staff remaining attentive but unseen. Sort of like room service…” the doctor said with a half-smile, but to the young woman seated opposite him it sounded more like Big Brother.

“Ms. Prescott…” Dr. Korhonen said, and Gail twitched when a door behind her slid open whit a whisper and admitted what she assumed was Ms. Prescott – a woman about her age in a uniform consisting of a white shirt and trousers. Neither hid the muscles of a woman about Gail’s age, standing a little over six feet with a very no-nonsense look on her face. “Show our newest guest to her quarters. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble with her…” the man said, which Gail suspected was for her benefit, and not the woman who looked strong enough to carry her in her arms.

Gail was led down by the stoic woman Dr. Korhonen had called Ms. Prescott, their steps echoing a neat and sterile-white hallway. No windows and the doors were some high-tech sliding variety with no discernible handles, knobs or locks. A few opened as the orderly approached them and closed right behind Gail, possibly responding to something the tall woman was carrying. The big blonde never once turned around to check if the new addition to project Juno was following. Gail assumed she was listening to her footsteps, or maybe confident that there was no way for Gail to escape. Ms. Prescott wasn’t ungainly or mannish but she had the build of an Olympic athlete and the confidence of someone who’d done this before. Gail wondered if the woman was the result of some previous genetic research project.

The brief glimpse of her face had made it clear to Gail that she could hope for no help or compassion from her. There had been no trace of guilt over the fact that she was leading a young woman to a cell where she was to be… ‘serviced’ by an animal, with impregnation being the goal. Then again she’d heard the brief, she’d seen the video. Maybe she believed that Gail wanted this deep down, but then again when she’d looked at her she hadn’t seemed disgusted to be face to face with such a deviant. The sophistication of this facility reeked of money but it still gave the impression of a prison. Did the doors they passed lead to cells? Did each one contain a woman like her being forcibly mated to some animal? Of course, some matings might have already borne fruit… Gail shuddered as her mind filled the complete silence with imagined screams, whimpers and… moans.

“We’re here.” her guard said, turning on a heel before facing her with that cold, dispassionate stare. “Disrobe.”

“What?”

“Your quarters are climate-controlled. You have no need for clothing…” the tall woman explained in a cool, even tone that suggested that this wasn’t a suggestion. Her expression didn’t change as Gail awkwardly slipped off the thin robe that was her last vestige of modesty. Ms. Prescott waved her hand just to the right of the door and it slid open without so much as a whisper. “Go inside and introduce yourself…” she insisted.

The moment Gail’s trembling legs carried her in the door closed behind her, and she was sure that nothing she did would open it. She found herself in… well it was too spacious to be called a cell, but also to barren to be considered a room. It wasn’t the stark white of the hallway but it was still pale and sterile looking with only one thing that stood out. Or stood up. Gail had never been face to face with a wolf, but the one looking at her was bigger than any dog she’d seen in real life. His ears were perked up and it’s olive-yellow eyes were focused on her. She saw his nostrils flaring and in the dead silence she could hear him sniffing.

“R-Riley?” she asked in a shaky tone. Even after what she’d been told some part of her wasn’t expecting a response, other than possibly a bark.

“That’s me. You’re Gail, right?” he asked. His voice was rich and unmistakably male but there was something peculiar about his accent. It took Gail a few seconds to realize that it was the way the words were formed. His mouth didn’t move the way she expected it to but then again it wasn’t a mouth but a muzzle. He didn’t have lips, his teeth were completely different, and yet he was producing human speech with an in-human speech apparatus, a feat she thought was limited to parrots.

“T-that’s right. And you’re… you’re Riley?” she asked, tiptoeing around why she was here. She wasn’t sure how… it would play out. Would he demand she get on all fours, or just pounce her? Riley seemed docile right now, but Gail suspected he was strong enough to bring down the imposing Ms. Prescott, let alone her.

“Well, welcome to my home…” he said, and with the words coming from a feral-looking face in that peculiar tone, Gail was at a loss for inflection. Was he being serious, or was this lupine sarcasm? Without recognizable human body language, she had no clue.

“Your… home?” she asked, taking few steps on the smooth off-white floor. It was warm but not hard, kind of like a seamless gym-mat. She guessed it was for the sake of the canine inhabitant - tiles would have been slippery. She noticed what she thought at first was a window, but the angle of what she was seeing made her realize it was a large screen recessed into the wall to create the illusion of a window. The size of the grass in the foreground suggested a camera planted on the ground and tilted up to catch a bit of foliage along one edge but mostly it just filled the screen with a cloudscape. She stepped towards it and gasped when her foot sank a little into the floor.

“That’s the sleeping area…” the wolf explained, and looking down Gale could see a large rectangle in a shade of pale beige, about the size of a king-size mattress. A long raised ridge of the same material near the wall seemed to be intended as a pillow. No blanket or any other bedding. Gail thought for a moment that the heat would go up when she went to sleep, but more likely her captors intended her to cuddle up to something big and furry. She moved like a sleep-walker and gasped in fright when a section of wall to her left slid aside.

“That’s the bathroom…” Riley explained, but it was pretty obvious.

There was a toilet bowl as well as a squat toilet she suspected was for the wolf’s use. There was a sink with a mirror, and shower fixtures without curtain or cabin. Nothing that provided privacy Gail mused, wrapping her arms around her ample breasts as she realized that there were sure to be hidden cameras she couldn’t hide from. She felt, or possibly imagined, a puff of air against her rear and spun around to face the wolf still examining her with the intelligence he had no right to. Her gut tightened at the realization that the wolf had sniffed her, and was likely to do a lot more than that soon enough. The noise of her stomach churning was minute, but not too faint for canine ears to pick up.

“Hungry? This is the service terminal, you can place orders for food and drink whenever you want…” Riley explained casually, turning to face a section of wall. A small rectangle lit up and Gail realized it was another screen showing the same color as the wall. “What would you like?” the wolf asked, somehow scrolling through pictures of meals and beverages.

“J-just some water…” she said in a weak voice. “How are you…”

“It tracks the movement of the tip of my muzzle and the flicks of my ears, but humans in the facility just touch the screen.” he explained. There was a whisper-soft hum of machinery before a small section of wall next to the screen slid open. Some sort of dumb-waiter, and in the glowing box-like space Gail saw the water. In two bowls. They weren’t dog bowls, but it still filled her with unease. What was this place? They treated Riley as much more than an animal, but treated her as much less than a person…

The wolf didn’t seem to notice her unease. He deftly bit the edge of one bowl and set it down, drinking the water by lapping. It was almost comforting, the way it fit into her brain as expected animal behavior. Gail’s next sip almost went the wrong way when she considered what else the wolf might do in a typically animal fashion.

“It’s okay if you’re anxious…” he said, licking the water from his chops as he looked up at her. “They prepared me for that…”

“P-prepared you?”

“I was raised for this, but you weren’t, right?” he asked, but didn’t seem to expect an answer. He slowly circled around the stunned female, and when he was behind her Gail held her breath, fully expecting him to pounce and pin her. She gasped when fur brushed the back of her thighs but it was only Riley’s tail. The wolf had circled back to once again face her.

“No, I wasn’t…” Gail said, wondering if the wolf could notice the goosebumps that he raised by brushing up against her.

She was still trying to work out his angle. He seemed more casual in his demeanor than the two humans she’d met here, but the casual attitude was out of place for what he was here for. He seemed comfortable - this place was her prison but it seemed to be his home. She wasn’t sure why he didn’t just get to…to the point. He looked big enough that he could easily overpower her with muscle alone, to say nothing of teeth.

“It’s natural to be afraid…” he said.

“It… it is?” Gail asked in a shaky voice. Was this his way of telling her she had something to be afraid of? A threat?

“They told me to expect it. Human females normally need to spend long periods around a prospective male, sometimes years, before they agree to mate.” ha said and it took Gail a while to process the words. What a weird, alien way to describe a relationship! She saw his nostrils flare again and if she had any doubt about what he was sniffing the hint of red between his hind-legs would have made it clear.

“While they were training me for this, they brought in a human female. A woman. She posed in the nude while my instructor schooled me in anatomy and body language. Then she brought herself to orgasm with her hand, so I could memorize the changes in scent. But the female they brought in hadn’t been in heat. I could tell that right away…”

“I…” Gail began, intent on pointing out it would still be a day or two until she was fertile. But she realized she didn’t know what day it was, didn’t know where she was or how long she’d been unconscious while her captors transported her. And… altered her. She felt her chest rise and fall with the deep breaths that preceded a full-on panic attack, the full weight of her situation threatening to crumble what little composure she had left. Riley chose that moment to push his muzzle between her thighs.

She gasped and clamped them shut but not in time to deny the wolf access. His nose felt curiously cool against her clitoral hood, but the tongue snaking out to swipe across her sex was very, very warm. Dog tongues always looked smooth but it seemed to gently rasp against her folds as the wolf tasted what he’d been sniffing. She noticed a change in his posture - the tail that had been wagging lazily, presumably to make her feel at ease- was now still, his forepaws spreading a little as he sought a better angle.

Gail remained frozen, whimpering with every swipe of a lupine tongue against her sex. Even with her thighs pressed together, the wolf’s appendage was strong enough to push into the gap between them, stroking her labia before the male got curious enough to dig deeper. It was bizarre how something so soft and velvety could be so forceful, pushing her folds apart as it sought what she was trying to hide.

She thought back to all those times she’d spent touching herself while watching something like this play on a screen - a woman with her legs open for a diligent and horny canine. How she fantasized about being that woman - writhing in pleasure as a long doggy-tongue dipped into her pussy. But the fantasy had been different than this - a safe bit of fun with a horny but ultimately well-behaved pet. The things Beatrice had promised her during their chats as she played with her handsome dalmatian while the woman on the other end of the line pumped several fingers in and out of her dripping sex.

But this wasn’t just a bit of fun, and Riley wasn’t a trained pet. He had an intellect and motivations she didn’t fully understand, even though his immediate motivation was clear from the way his tongue was opening her up even though her thighs remained closed around his muzzle. She saw his back arch just a little before his rear began moving. The wolf’s hips were already going through the motions of mating, but the sight of it did little to put Gail in the mood to participate.

This wouldn’t just be kinky fun with a well-behaved doggy. If they could genetically engineer something like Riley, Gail had no reason to doubt that they had changed her enough to let her conceive. The wolf didn’t just want to fuck, he wanted to breed, and what Gail wanted didn’t really matter. Well, what her mind wanted anyway. As the lupine tongue worked further and further in there was no denying her body’s response. Biologically, she was cooperating - she was fertile and growing aroused from the attention the wolf was showing her. In a panic she reviewed her options - she doubted the door to their enclosure would open for her. And the door to the bathroom had no lock, nor did she have any way of baring it. She couldn’t fight, run or hide, nor was there anyone she could call for help.

Swallowing past a lump in her throat, Gail parted her legs - not much, but enough for Riley. The wolf took advantage of the easier access to her crotch and began to delve deep with his tongue. She supposed she should be grateful that he was getting her ready. She’d read up on canine anatomy and knew what she could expect from a male as big as the genetically enhanced wolf. There were only a few inches of his cock sticking out and dripping as he humped empty air, and impressive as it looked she knew it wasn’t even close to being erect. Tears rolled down her cheeks but that wasn’t the wetness Riley was focused on.

She knew that if not for the emotional turmoil, the wolf would have licked her to orgasm by now. But even without release, her body was responding as her pulse quickened and her fertile sex grew wet. He legs began to tremble and she wasn’t sure if it was from sexual stimulation or the panic and despair finally getting the better of her. Her knees felt like they would buckle at any moment, so Gail took a shuddering breath before kneeling.

It didn’t feel as good as it should have - not like her fantasies where she would get down on all fours and wriggle her rear for a horny dog, anticipating the mounting.Not that she needed to. The moment her palms touched the padded floor, Riley was on her - mounting her with ease and a fluidity of motion as his forepaws hooked around the panicking woman’s waist. Gail stared at the white floor under her as the hot, wet tip poked wildly a few times. But the wolf was still sentient, and managed to tame his instincts. His cock pressed to the left of her slit and remained so as the wolf angled his hips, moving the warm, tapered tip until it caught between her labia.

He let out a low murmur as her plump folds closed around him, hesitating for a second before adjusting his angle just a little. His shaft slid into her tunnel and the moment it did Riley pushed forward. Gail whimpered as the fat, fluffy sheath pressed against her labia, bunching up as the lupine member sank into her. She was no virgin but the heat of the wolf’s cock startled Gail even as the invading flesh pulsed in the slick confines of her honeypot.

Gail was no stranger to vigorous sex, either moaning for her lover to go harder or doing it herself as she pumped a tubed toy in and out of her sex while biting her lip. This was one of the reasons she’d been attracted to the idea of presenting for a dog and letting it hump her brains out. But she’d never been afraid of sex. Even when she lost her virginity she’d been more eager than anxious. But now she was afraid, knowing that she was a captive and that she was put in the same room with this wolf with the sole purpose of conceiving his pups. It was that fear that kept her mind from being pulled along with her body, the familiar tempo of biology that promised sweet relief at the end of a rough ride.

Riley’s shaft was inhumanly smooth as it pumped her sex, the small bulge at the base making sloppy noises as it sank into her with ease. But Gail had read up on canines, not to mention the ‘research material’ she’d watched with her legs splayed and one hand busy between them. A bone in the penis kept a canine erect at all times, and instead of growing in length their shafts would grow wider as they became fully aroused.

Even through the maddening friction she could feel it – the hot little stick that was poking at her cervix was now filling her quite snugly and she was definitely feeling the knot.

“Relax…” the wolf on top of her said, his voice sounding fully inhuman now that a distinctly canine growl was creeping into it.

And yet he was the one being rational about this. She wasn’t sure about him but she knew for a fact that she didn’t have a choice. This was happening, and it was unlikely to be their last time, the best she could do was to relax, maybe even savor what she could from the act. But even though she was the human one, even though she was far from a virgin, she was the one acting like a frightened animal. But then again nobody had ever relaxed just because they were told to relax, and Gail proved no exception.

Her head hung down and she could see the hands pressed against the soft white flor grow blurry as her eyes teared up. Riley’s paws were wrapped firmly around her waist and she felt fur brush the back of her thighs as he shuffled forward. His strokes grew shorter but no less forceful, and Gail could feel her body shake with the force of the wolf’s humping. She could feel his dewclaws poke against her bare skin, but ti barely registered.

Ashe was sure that Riley’s shaft had swollen to full size and it was a snug fit. Bigger than any man she’d ever been with, and bigger than any toy she’d taken. Then again, that might have been the force. Even though he was big, the wolf wasn’t all that heavy. She could easily bear his weight on her back, but she was being made well aware that all of that weight was muscle – the lean form of a predator that runs down his prey. And right now all of that muscle was being used to pump a swelling knot in and out of her.

That was the part of a canine she’d been most curious about. She was sure she’d get to see her on-line friend take her pet’s knot in front of her, and depending on the mood she’d been open to the idea of letting the dalmatian have a go at her. She couldn’t see what was going on back there, but she could feel it. Hear it too. Things were wet back there, and she wondered if any of it was hers. On some level she was reacting, her body was too accustomed to sex to bother checking if her brain was along for the ride. She could feel the wet heat splattering on the insides of her thighs every time the knot was pulled out, and winced at the squirty-squishy noises of the swelling bulge being force back in.

At some point she knew the plunges and tugs would stop – when the knot grew big enough to do it’s job. Gail almost sobbed at the reminder of why she was here – not just to be fucked but bred. She had no idea what they did to her to make it possible, but the male on her back seemed nothing if not virile. Soon enough she was squealing and whimpering as the knot grew big enough to put the humping wolf off his rhythm.

She felt fur brush her legs as he shifted his hind paws again while getting a good firm grip on her waist. It was subtle, but it was a demonstration of intellect. An animal would have been lost to instinct, moving in a frantic frenzy driven by nothing but the need to breed. She could feel the thick length of wolf throb and leak within her as the male mounting her angled himself and ground the fat wet bulge against her splayed folds, timing his thrust just as he pulled her hips back.

Gail couldn’t hold back her scream as pain pushed through with sharp clarity, the small jab of a tapered tip against her cervix masked by the sting of her labia forced to stretch around Riley’s knot. She barely heard his low, soft growl as she clenched down just as he swelled up, every throb making the already huge knot grow until Gail whined as pathetically as any virgin bitch. Riley was grinding himself against her, obviously careful not to accidentally pull out as he worked himself to climax.

“Hhhnaaaahh...haaahh...aaahhhh…” Gail gasped when she felt it – a hot surge squirting directly into her womb.

She took in ragged, shuddering breaths as her mind reached some place beyond fear. It seemed like only yesterday that she was free – leading her fun and admittedly irresponsible life, taking a risk that had somehow ended up with her a prisoner, a guinea-pig and now a bitch bred and knotted. She was exhausted, physically and mentally, and she was sure she would have fainted by now if not for the fact that her body was expecting something. She felt her abdomen clench and heard the bizarre noises coming from her mouth, and for the life of her Gail wasn’t sure if she was sobbing or having an orgasm.

*******

There was no alarm to wake her, and without a real window Gail could only guess at how long she’d been asleep. The screen that imitated one showed golden light and long shadows that indicated early morning. The whole ceiling glowed with a soft, diffused light, but since everything in her new abode was either white or close enough, the light bounced off everything. She was well lit and exposed, with nothing to hide behind, confirming her suspicion that she was under surveillance while in here.

Shifting her legs a little gave her a sticky reminder of last night, not that she needed one. She’d re-lived the experience in her dreams over and over with… varying tones. In one variant, there had been no human woman involved, just the scientists commenting on how well they’d changed her as they watched two wolves copulate. She knew that her cell-mate was awake before she rose, just by the absence of warm fur against her back. Riley had settled down with his back pressed against hers and she had to admit the heat of him had been welcome, at least that of his fur on her skin.

As her mind spun up she became aware of a dull, throbbing ache between her legs. No as bad as she expected. In different circumstances she might even have savored the sensation of the soreness and the leaking - a wild night of kinky no-risk sex. But this wasn’t a wild night - this was her life as far as she could tell, and it was very likely that she’d conceived during the night. As she got into a kneeling position her thighs parted and even more of the wolf’s mess leaked from between her bruised folds.

“I ordered you breakfast…” a voice said, that strange pseudo-accent that meant it came from a muzzle and not a mouth.

Gail turned around and instinctively covered her breasts as the large lupine sat and regarded her. There was obvious intelligence behind his yellow eyes, maybe even concern. That didn’t really endear him to Gail. Last night had made it pretty clear that he was on the side of the people who abducted her, whether willingly or out of some naive notion that he wasn’t really harming her. She just looked back at him, her pulse speeding up from morning lethargy as she knelt face-to-face with the male whose seed was still leaking out of her. She needed to deal with his, to find a way to live her days out with this strange not-quite-animal, but her body insisted that other needs must come first.

“I… I need to use the bathroom…” she mumbled, awkwardly excusing herself before rising and making her way to the door. It slid open for her and closed behind her, but she suspected that was more of a way of keeping their room dry than for the sake of modesty. After the immediate needs were taken care of, she made use of the shower. The shampoo/bodywash she got out of the dispenser did a good job of cleaning her but it was completely unscented. Nothing to mask her natural odor form the canine waiting in the other room. There was a bit of a sting as she worked the lather in and when she rinsed it off she noticed the red lines made by Riley’s dew-claws. They had felt like just scratches last night but now she looked like she’d narrowly escaped being savaged by a wild beast.

After she turned the water off she wandered around the small bathroom, looking for something to dry herself with. She was shocked whens he stepped in front of the tall mirror and vents on either side snapped open. Hot, dry air struck her from both sides, with hidden machinery humming to draw out the suddenly humid air. The dryer stopped while her short air was still slightly damp, and she wondered what the device reacted to - the sound of dripping water, or maybe wet feet on the tile in front of the mirror? Or the more disturbing idea that she was on camera and that someone had just switched it on for her. The slats had closed when the dryer stopped and knowing what to look for Gail could just make out the outlines of the hidden vents. The light in this place was soft enough that she could see just fine but it still hid details, leaving her to wonder how many hidden doors and hatches there were in hr new home.

The first day passed in a haze as the sharpness of shock and outrage gave way to a numbing despair. She washed, she ate… she slept a lot, due to either exhaustion or whatever she’d been through between falling asleep at Beatrice’s house and waking up here. Riley tried to engage her in conversation but had little luck. She didn’t really remember what she’d said to him that first day. But she proved responsive in other ways.

The wolf had ‘serviced her’, three times her first day. He seemed to try and get her more involved. Every mating session would begin with him licking along her body, quickly finding his way between her thighs. Diligent cunnilingus would continue until the lupine male judged her ready to be mounted. The first two times she got on all fours for him, hoping to help him finish as fast as he could. The third time was at night, and she was too exhausted to play along. She’d been lying on her stomach, but it didn’t seem to bother Riley. He’d eaten her out, hunched over and managed to find her and penetrate her even in a dark room.

She didn’t really enjoy having to submit, but after her first time she was no longer afraid. And things moved in to fill the gap left by fear. The second time he’d gone down on her that day, Riley had brought her to orgasm with his tongue. And during that dark, night-time mating Gail had climaxed with his knot tying them together. He seemed to approve of that. He’d settled down on her back when they were both done but still knotted to each other, his fur war against her back as he nuzzled the back of her neck. When she did manage to get back to sleep, Gail had to admit it had been restful.

She woke first again and did what any early riser did - call dibs on the bathroom. When she stepped out she felt aware of her nakedness for all of four seconds. That was how long it took for the smell of food to reach her nose, and she found herself sniffing just as Riley had done when he met her. The wolf was hunched over a bowl, filled with a mixture of cooked grains and red meat cooked rare. He was eating much like a dog but she noticed that after filling his muzzle he would lift it and chew, rather than gulping it down. He looked like he was savoring it and the wagging tail only reinforced that notion.

“That one’s yours. I don’t really understand utensils, so I just asked for a spork.” he said, indicating a tray he’d set opposite him on the floor. The tray had handles that she suspected he could grip in his teeth, and other than the spork it held a dish of shrimp and eggs over rice and a cup of chopped tropical fruit.

“It’s fine. T-thank you…” she said awkwardly. This male had more or less forced himself on her every chance he got, but she’d barely eaten yesterday. Hunger made her grateful to the person who’d provided her with a meal that was almost making her drool. Her hand was trembling as she scooped up her first mouthful and she had to fight the urge to moan when she tasted it. Ironically, she was the one who wound up wolfing her food down and had cleared her plate while Riley was still working to reach the bottom of his bowl.

“If a spork is fine, then why are there spoons and forks?” the wolf asked idly as Gail scooped up a spork-full of fruit.

“It… a spoon is mostly for liquid food. A fork is for stabbing…” she explained.

“I thought the sticks were for stabbing?” he asked, his voice sounding even weirder as he tried to talk with his mouth full.

“No they… kind of pinch things and pick them up…”

“Like your fingers?”

“Yes…”

“So you have sticks even though you could use your fingers, and you have forks and spoons even though you have sporks?”

“I… am I the first human you’ve met?” Gail asked, surprised to find herself in the position where she had to defend human civilization from the critique of an outsider intelligence.

“In a way. Everyone I’ve ever met was human. I just never lived with anyone before. Never saw anyone eat…”

“You were raised here, right?”

“Yeah, by the facility staff.”

“How… how did you bear it? Being cooped up in this room all your life?”

“Oh, I wasn’t raised here here. I started living in this place a few hours before you did. My old room was a lot like this, but I had access to… well, pretty much all non-restricted areas and private habitation units.” he explained.

“So… you were made a prisoner when I came along?”

“We aren’t prisoners. Didn’t they explain it to you?”

“I… I guess my ‘orientation’ was pretty disorienting…” Gail remarked, her tone sarcastic bordering on sour.

“It’s to incentivize us to co-habitate. I’ve been engineered and raised for this, but they explained that you weren’t. You’re human and spent your lives around them. You’ll have to fight your instinct to seek a mate within your own species for this to work. We start off with nothing but our basic needs being met - food, water and shelter. The more we behave like mates, the more privileges we will be given…”

“Privileges?” she asked, amazed that the wolf thought of not being a prisoner as a privilege. It also occurred to her that he’d enjoyed those privileges until she came along and was surprised that Riley showed no resentment at them being taken away.

She saw his left ear perk before she heard it - another panel sliding open and the hum of a small, efficient drone. The small robot paid them no heed as it moved across their sleeping area (Gail couldn’t think of it as a bed). It honed in on the stains on the smooth surface and began its routine - rinse, brush and dry and back it went into the wall, with the evidence of what Gail was being put through washed cleanly away.

“Yeah, stuff like decorations for this place, more media access… eventually we’ll be allowed to go outside.” he said, pointing with a paw at the screen and the landscape it showed.

“So that’s… real?” Gail asked, feeling a little elated at the idea that she’d be allowed to feel the sun and wind on her skin. For all she knew, this place could be as deep underground as any mine.

“Yeah. I think we can access other cams now…” Riley said, picking the last piece of meat out of his bowl and chewing as he strode to the screen. He flicked his ears as he stared at the screen and the video feed changed in response - various angles that seemed more like artsy ambient photography than security cameras.

“What was that… just then?” she asked as the wolf channel-surfed.

“This one?” he asked, flicking back to what looked kinda like a jungle. “Around the facility buildings everything's manicured, but once you get past that there’s this stretch they they just let grow wild.”

“No I… I thought I saw something move for a moment…” Gail said, but figured it must have bee a swaying branch playing games with dappled light.

The screen responded to the movement of Riley’s nose and ears, but it also responded to her touch. Other than a choice of a dozen or so views she realized they also had audio feeds of those environments. She settled on one and the room filled with the rustle of foliage and the chirping of birds as she browsed through some of the reading material. What she had was very… practical. Information on both lupine and human biology with a definite slant towards the reproductive side. There were also how-to guides, kind of like the ones she’d “researched” while getting into he kink of dog sex. So much that she wondered if these people had intentionally leaked some of this material into the outside world to help with ‘recruitment’.

Except that those materials pointed out the big pro of sex with dogs - zero risk of pregnancy. These guides focused on how to ensure a human-lupine conception. Riley was right beside her as she read through it, his fur brushing her shoulder as she knelt in front of the screen. She skimmed the text, focused on the diagrams showing both her and Riley’s sex, separately and during a tie. There were even diagrams of various comfortable positions, way more than just doggy-style.

“It’s getting easier for you, isn’t it?” Riley asked, and Gail stopped herself from asking what he meant. She was starting to get used to the way he spoke and could detect changes in his tone. Even if she didn’t him sniffing her neck would have been a good clue…

“You can tell?” she asked with a sigh, knowing what was to follow. She wasn’t exactly thrilled, but there was nothing else to do. As goose-pimples rose across her skin in response to the puffs of air against the beck of her neck, other parts of her body also began to respond. Riley nuzzled the curtain of short auburn hair out of the way and began to lick along her neck and then her collar. His ears flicked at the sharp intake of breath when the lupine tongue slid across the side of her breast. Riley didn’t miss that, and he was clever enough to know what the gasp had betrayed. As the wolf pushed his muzzle against her breast, Gail squared her shoulders and left her chest exposed to him.

She wasn’t sure why she raised her hand. Maybe she just felt silly letting them both hang limp at her sides. She laid it on Riley’s neck, feeling an impressive amount of muscle under soft, fluffy fur. From there it was a short path to his ear and then muscle memory took over. While the wolf bathed her breasts and flicked her stiff nipples with his huge tongue, she was scratching away as if he was an overgrown and overly familiar dog. The hands wandered down his neck, feeling packed muscle hidden by fur more luxurious than any wolf in the wild could ever have. It was small wonder the weight difference in her favor did her no favors - other than the fur, there was no soft part to the wolf’s body. And some pats were getting harder by the second.

She shifted a little to the side, and Riley might have been puzzled until one of her hands slid along his grayish flank, then along the beige underside. He bucked a little and the tapered tip struck a finger, leaving a wet mark. Her heart quickened as she let her fingers brush against the lupine erection, the male’s muzzle sliding to her crotch well before she grasped him. As Riley tasted her, she found herself less anxious than she had been only yesterday. She’d seen him as one of her captors, and that he was merely taking what he wanted. But this had been his home and he’d had a good life as far as he was concerned.

He’d been put into this cell because of her and he seemed to be as much of a prisoner as Gail herself was. And yet he didn’t resent her. He was unsheathed now - almost fully erect and far more than her hand could deal with even without the knot. Ready to breed, and he wasn’t the only one. His saliva still glistened on her breasts and only drew attention to the rise and fall of her peaked nipples. Nor was the wetness between her legs the product of a slobbering canine. She could just… let it happen, but she got an idea.

“Ro… C-could you get on your back?” she asked, mortified that she’d almost told Riley to roll over as if he were a trained dog. He gave her a curious look as he licked her juices from his chops, but acquiesced. The sight of his erection laying against the creamy fur of his belly took her breath away, and it would have taken her nerve with it if she didn’t know for a fact that she could take that thing.

There was a hint of hesitation to her movement as she threw a leg over him and straddled his hips. On one hand, she’d feel less helpless if she actually did something as opposed to having things done to her. On the other hand, it would mean going along with her abductors’ plan - willfully copulating with this strange male for the purpose of bearing his offspring. She lowered her hips until her bare sex touched the underside of the smooth rosy rod. A canine’s normal body temperature was like that of a human running a mild fever, and Gail was once again surprised by how distinct that tiny difference felt when sensitive parts were exposed to it.

She moved her hips back and forth, letting the thick lupine shaft part her folds as she idly polished it. She laid her hands on Riley's fluffy chest, feeling the wild heartbeat of an already eager male being teased. In her doggy fantasies, the turn-on had been the bestial aspect of it - mating rather than making love, pretending she too was an animal with needs that demanded sating. Now that she was being treated like one, the fantasy was a little too close to life, and the idea of having sex with Riley as opposed to mating was something she could deal with.

By the time she lifted her hips and tilted his cock up there was a mess down there, and not all of it his. She didn’t need to part her lips - that tapered tip easily caught between her labia and found where it was supposed to go. A tiny poke and then a big stretch, followed by a shuddering moan as the blunt portion of Riley’s cock sank into her. Her thighs trembled with strain and excitement as she slid down, lower and lower at a snail’s pace. Riley had reverted to his native tongue, letting out whines and low murmurs as he conveyed both delight and frustration.

As her labia kissed his knot, Gail could feel his tapered tip poking deep as it licked, seeking the cervix it was meant to dimple once the two were tied. Maybe it had already happened? Riley insisted she was fertile and she had no reason to doubt the wolf or his nose. And if they had been tampered with, what chance did her eggs have against a cock designed to ensure impregnation. A lot of his seed had leaked out during the night, but Gail knew it was just the excess. She was sure her womb was already holding virile lupine sperm. This wouldn’t really matter…

It was with that thought that she pushed down, taking his knot slowly, because for now she could afford to. At this stage it just looked like two little bulges on either side of the base of his cock, and he stretching it gave her was gentle enough for her to savor it. With every inch of the wolf filling her, she looked down at the almost comically thin part leading from her slit to Riley’s sheath. The part of his wolfhood that could bent far enough for him to go butt-to-butt with his mate. Not that they’d tried that so far.

“If… if you keep it in, I’ll…” Riley groaned (growled?) in a way that Gail recognized. She lifted her hips and gasped as the knot popped out of her. It really did look noticeably bigger than it had when it slipped in, and she realized that that was how the wolf’s cock was designed to work - if he’s sheathe-deep and there’s no humping going on, it’s time to make puppies…

Taking a deep breath, Gail began to slide herself off the glistening red length, moving both up and forward as she kept her hands braced against Riley’s chest. She rolled her hips as she plunged, trying to get that tip to graze the right spots inside her. Riley didn’t miss it - the fact that she wasn’t just submitting to being mated, not having an orgasm as an unavoidable reaction but actually seeking one.

She noticed his ears moving and realized that he was trying to hear her. He was also looking up at her, but she wondered if the view was really doing anything for him. The sight of her on all fours must work because putting her rear on display is what a female of his species would have done. Today had been the first time he’d really noticed her breasts, which had to be some kind of record. Gail was proud of her bust which was just generous enough to stay firm and bouncy when she went topless, but big enough to get attention in anything thinner than a winter coat.

They were swaying gently as she rode him, her nipples stiff and beckoning. Riley’s forepaws were just folded against his chest so she gripped them and pulled them up, placing one against each shapely tit. The wolf looked confused for a moment, and it wasn’t like he could really do anything. Intelligent or not, his paws weren’t built for kneading nor his fingers for pinching, but the pads were smoother than Gail had expected and the touch felt good enough to make her bounce a little faster.

It was easier now that she could see him, although Gail wasn’t sure that was a good thing. It felt like she was giving up and submitting to her role, but she didn’t really see any way she could resist. Her skin crawled as reality peeked in, along with the realization that someone was no doubt watching and recording all of this. She wasn’t sure which would be worse - a voyeuristic aspect, or a cold clinical one with someone just logging the time Subject A copulated with Subject B.

A graze against her g-spot was enough to dim the facts, at least for now. She kept Riley’s paws pressed against her chest as she rode him, her folds splayed around the perfectly smooth length sliding effortlessly in and out of her. Except for the knot. Every once and again Gail would push back enough to take it, but she was enjoying the long, languid strokes and getting that thing in on every one would have broken her rhythm. The rhythm that faltered but didn’t stop when she came, her trim tummy quivering as her tunnel clenched and pulsed around the murring wolf.

After her first orgasm she got a little more vocal, and didn’t miss the way Riley kept his ears perked. Sound was probably really important to him, just the smell of her. Maybe that was why the soap and body wash they had was unscented. She remembered him mentioning female models posing for him, even masturbating. Did those women know what they were doing - trying to familiarize a wolf with a female human’s body, maybe even spark his interest? Did they realize that at some point someone was going to be brought in to capitalize on that?

Thoughts like that didn’t keep her from moving, her sensitive walls fluttering around the hot mass of hard wolf as she sought her second climax. Riley was lasting longer than usual and it took her a few more bounces to realize why - she’d been letting the knot dimple her folds but hadn’t let it slip in for about a minute now, and she wasn’t sure if he could cum without a tie. While he’d never asked her for permission before mounting her, she had to admit he’d done everything he could to make it easier on her, so Gail felt like she owed him release.

A few sharp pushes failed to sink him in, even though a few times she felt like she’d almost opened up enough. The knot was pretty big and she wondered if some pert of her was hesitant and sabotaging her efforts. The wolf under her had never had a problem knotting her when he was on top with nothing but the forceful thrusts of his hips. Gail opted for a different approach, sitting down on the lupine cock as she spread her soaked labia with trembling fingers. She was close and was sure it showed both from her labored breathing and the clumsy, frantic way she tried to spread herself open. With her folds pulled apart she took a deep breath and pushed steadily down, wincing as Riley spread her open. She was panting by the time his knot was half-way in, but once passed the widest point her pussy seemed to suck it in.

“Hnnnhaaahh!” Gail whimpered from both the sensation of stretching and the subtler poke of Riley’s tip against her cervix. With a grimace she realized that she’d put off taking the knot longer than Riley ever had, her fingers rubbing the sting from labia now stretched taut and bulging as the lupine mass grew. That helped, enough for her to move her hand upward. She avoided her clit and just laid her fingertips at the top of her hood rubbing firmly in a tiny little circle as Riley throbbed against her little pearl.

Se felt him let loose inside her with a distinctly canine whine, heaving a breath of relief as she realized that he was done swelling. Thin canine sperm surged along the twitching length and directly into her womb. Her palm was pressed against her lower belly and she imagined she could feel the strong, hot jets released into her with every twitch of the wolf’s fluffy sack. Less than a minute later she joined him, her walls milking his cock just as his flow began to taper off. A bare chest and a furry one both rose and fell as the mated pair caught their breath.

“D-do you think it… that I’m…” Gail asked, or tried to.

“They said it probably wouldn’t happen on your first cycle. I think they put sensors in both of us to tell them what’s going on. If it doesn’t take in the next few days, they’ll probably adjust the supplements in your food or something to increase the odds for your next heat…” he said, quite casual. She didn’t feel like he was really one of “them” anymore, but he seemed to be quite trusting when it came to the people who created him and abducted her.

Gail stroked her lower belly, feeling the slight curve to it that came from having both a wolf’s load and a wolf’s cock stuck in her. And maybe a wolf’s pup. Or pups. She found herself actually contemplating not only her pregnancy, but also motherhood. That wasn’t really fair. Puppies were about the cutest things out there even without feelings of maternal attachment involved. Or the knowledge that at some point while she’s holding it, it would look up and say ‘momma’. With that thought still in her mind, she carefully settled down on top of Riley and rolled them both onto their side. The knot tugged but stayed in, so they both just cuddled while waiting for nature to release them…

*******

“You’re nervous?” Riley asked, for politeness sake. Gail knew by now that he could smell any strong emotional response, but he still prompted her to talk about her feelings.

“Yeah I… it’s been two weeks. I should be bolting for the door but ever since I came here this room has been practically all I knew.” she said, standing in front of the door she’d been led through two weeks ago. The door that had never opened since then, but a door she was promised would open today. A door that would lead to a corridor that would lead… outside.

“It’s really nice out. And you’ve seen the feeds, it’s really pretty out there.” he said. Her captors approved of the way she and Riley had been… getting along and the privileges had rolled in. The first had been the freedom to flick through some more of the cameras on what she thought of as her window-screen, giving her an idea of what was beyond the walls of this place. She still had no idea where they were, or how big the facility was but it was surrounded by a strip of carefully landscaped lawns and gardens that yielded to what looked like a very wild park or a very tame jungle. A few days after that, they were rewarded with a second screen and streaming access. No news or anything showing the actual world beyond the Facility, but tons of TV and movies which gave them something to do between mating sessions.

“I know. And I want to go, we’ve been cooped up in here and the idea of fresh air and open space… ugghhh, let’s just go.” she said, shaking off her anxiety as best she could and taking a step towards the faint outline of a door.

It slid aside and Gail felt her body tense. She’d accepted Riley and had come to think of their enclosure as a sort of home, but in her mind the rest of the facility and the people in it were hostile and dangerous - the people who viewed both of them as property and valuable research subjects, no matter how they sugar-coated it. She walked down the corridor and doors opened either ahead of her or to the side, closing once the two of them were through. She felt like a rat in a maze and wondered if that was the point - that this was some sort of behavioral experiment and that a trip outside had been a lie, right up until one door opened and the sunlight nearly blinded her.

She’d been used to the soft glow of her artificial environment and the glow of the screens, and after two weeks it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to honest to goodness sunlight. Their room was well ventilated, but as her lungs filled she couldn’t help but sigh at the fresh air. The breeze brushing across her naked skin carried scents of greenery and moisture that suggested either nearby water or a recent rain. For two weeks she’d smelled nothing but herself, her wolf and the meals they consumed, and something as simple as fresh air felt thrillingly invigorating.

“Feel better now?” Riley asked.

“Definitely! You’re happy to, huh?”

“You can tell?” Riley asked, the tilt of his ears conveying surprise as much as his voice.

“Not by scent, but you’re wagging…”

“Oh…” he said, and Gail was once again surprised by just how little awareness he had about what his tail did.

With no paved path in sight, Gail stepped out onto the manicured grass, thrilling at the way it tickled her feet as she strolled. For now she was just savoring the fact that she could walk, and walk and walk and not bump face-first into a wall. Every step, every breath of fresh air seemed to energize her until the buildup sought release. Before she even knew it she was running, her feet beating the soft grass as her pulse began to speed up. Along with her entertainment privileges had come video instructions for work-out routines. That and her rather vigorous love-life kept her in shape, but it just felt good to push herself and feel the blood pumping through her limbs. Riley soon caught up with her, giving her a look before leaving her in the dust. The panting woman stopped just to admire the sleek form showing off as it ran a wide circle around her, streaking as if he was running down a deer. He stopped quite suddenly, and the way his ears were perked and swiveling told Gail that he’d heard something. She made her way to his side and almost asked ‘What is it, boy?’ when she spotted the motion in the foliage.

“Hey there! I was wondering when you’d come out!”

The voice preceded the person, but Gail could tell at once it was human. It was the first time she’d heard a friendly human voice since she’d been captured. It had hinted at a young woman, but when the speaker emerged she turned out to be even younger than Gail. The girl’s stature, svelte build and the fact that she’d walked out of the trees made her appear like a pixie, but her colors were a poor match for the greenery behind her. She had pale blue eyes and milk white skin, and if not for the hint of pale yellow in her long, straight hair Gail might have thought she was an albino. The girl also had two piercings in her left eyebrow and a small stud in her right nostril, all of them silver and only reinforcing the pale color palette. She was also buck naked, and Gail had to stop her arms from covering her own body as she realized that she was just as nude.

“You’re Gail and Riley, right?” she said, offering her hand to Gail for shaking and then to Riley for sniffing.

“Y-yeah…” Gail said. Noticing that Riley was thoroughly sniffing the offered hand. He could probably find out a lot about this stranger from smell alone, but Gail would have to use her words to sate her curiosity.

“I’m Joy. Actually I’m Jocasta, but I hate that name, so Joy, please.”

“Nice to meet you…” Riley said, remembering her manners better than his human mate.

“Right, Joy. And you’re…”

“Yeah, in the same boat as you. If you see anyone around here with their tits and bits out, odds are they’re here for the same reason as we are. You two are the latest pair.”

“Latest…how many are there?”

“Four, so far, although you’re the second one I’ve met. Me and Marlon came out of segregation three weeks ago and met Irma and Xavier, and she told me about Tod and… Ellen, or… Hellen? Ughhh, I suck at names! Anyway, they told me that you two were being let loose today and let me and Marlon come out and say hi. We got the same treatment from Irma and Xavier and they from Tod and Hellen. Or possibly Ellen.”

“Right. And Marlon is…?”

“Being a dick.” the girl chirped.

“I meant to ask…” Gail began, but Riley supplied the answer.

“He’s a feline.” the wolf said as he casually sniffed the girl in front of them.

“Oh. Is that… is that gonna be a problem? Are you gonna chase him up a tree or something?” Gail asked.

“He’s already up a tree and won’t come down! Ughhhh, cats are fucking sociopaths - he’s up there doing this ‘too cool to care’ thing. You’d think he’d be excited, I mean all we have had to pass the time so far was walkies and Netflix’n’Breed… anyway, you guys wanna meet him?”

“We don’t have much of a social calendar either, so… lead on?” Riley said, and with a shrug both Gail and her wolf fell in step behind the pale girl. Gail was still stunned by actually meeting someone, let alone someone in her… situation, and she might have been hypnotized a little by staring at Joy’s pale perky ass bounce as she led them through the little jungle, until the girl stopped and turned to face them.

“Well, here he is!” the pixie insisted, spreading her arms. Gail remembered that Joy’s mate was a cat and supposedly in a tree so she looked up, and froze with her eyes wide and her jaw slack. She guessed it wasn’t going to be a house-cat, but since Joy herself was petite she figured her partner was something like a lynx, an ocelot or maybe something as big as a leopard. Draped along the length of a bough almost directly above her with only the movement of his eyes, whiskers and the tip of his tail confirming he was in fact alive was an honest to goodness tiger.

“‘Sup?”

“There, see? Total sociopath! He’s just gonna pretend that this is no big deal to him. Riley sniffed my hand and said it was nice to meet me. He’s charming and you won’t even come down!”

“Why don’t you climb up? Come on monkey girl, show me what you can do…” the striped cat drawled. Either he was doing this to frustrate the pale pixie of a girl, or the genetic engineers had spliced some three-toed sloth into him to make him this lazy.

“There are no low branches, and I can’t claw my way up…” Joy insisted, hopping and trying to grab the tip of the tiger’s drooping tail, the appendage that Marlon was twitching to keep it just out of her reach.

“What are you doing?” the tiger asked.

“I’m gonna grab your tail and either pull myself up, or pull you down…” Joy insisted as she hopped and tried to nab the striped tip that was always just out of reach.

“That sounds like something a person says right before they’re crushed to death by five hundred pounds of falling tiger…”

“Marlon, I’m serious! I’m going to count to ten. One… two…”

“Fine, fine…” the huge cat said, easily standing up on the trembling tree limb before leaping down in the midst of the trio. Gail’s initial thought was that nothing that big had a right to be that silent.

“What happens if she gets to ten?” Riley asked.

“I have no idea. I managed to hold out until eight and by then her face was as red as a radish…” he said.

Gail had just began to wonder how Joy put up with this male when Marlon brushed his massive head against the girl’s bare chest and began to purr. Joy’s pout melted away as the rumble spread through the little patch of jungle. Gail was sure that if she had been wearing industrial-grade noise canceling gear she’d still be able to hear the purring with every bone and tooth in her body. Big he may be, but Marlon proved himself very much the cat as he circled his waifish mate, rubbing his thick striped fur along the girl’s bare skin.

“I’m… I’m still upset. You embarrassed me…” Joy scolded weakly, her voice seeming to reverberate with the purring of the huge feline pressed up against her. As the tiger completed another circuit, he raised his tail and dragged it under the girl’s chin as he rounded her pale body, inadvertently giving Gail a glimpse of something that reminded her of what the males present were here for. She felt fur against her left hip and reached down to scratch behind the ears of her own mate.

“So you’re both…paired up? Like me and Riley?” Gail asked as the tiger sat down next to the pale girl. His head was nearly level with the nipples standing out after that display of affection, and while the body language suggested that these two had managed to strike the same kind of partnership that she and Riley had developed. Even though Gail was bigger, Riley had intimidated her when they first met, and she wondered how she’d have fared with a male that was at least three times her weight.

“If you’re freaked out by the two of us, you’re gonna flip when you meet Xavier and Irma…” Joy giggled, idly stroking the huge striped head of her mate. “You gotta remember, Marlon is a feline so he’s-” she began but was interrupted by something closer to a growl than a purr from the male now angling his eyes up at her. “I wasn’t going to say it! I just meant that the… pound-to–inch ratio for tigers may not be what Gail thinks it is. And he’s a sweetheart deep down so he’s careful not to rest too much of his weight on me.”

“Really? Because I’ve seen stray cats doing it and it always looked and sounded kinda… intense.” Gail said.

“Oh, that’s the barbs. Come on stud, let’s show her…” she said, and with a roll of his eyes the tiger rolled over. The foliage softened the glare of the mid-day sun but his belly still flashed as he settled down on his striped back. Riley returned Gail’s puzzled look as Joy knelt down and got busy with a fat, snow-white sheath. Marlon’s underside was such a stark white that the pale girl actually looked lightly tanned in comparison. She quite casually, but also quite expertly fondled the feline sheath, coaxing a tapered tip that widened almost like a cone as the tiger grew more and more erect.

“Okay, come down closer. You see these pale little things along his shaft?” the girl asked, motioning for Gail to kneel and get a closer look. She gave Riley a shrug and leaned in as Joy pulled her mate’s sheath back

“Okay, I see them. Those are… barbs?”

“Yeah, they’re kinda like thick, stubby hair follicles or something. And at first I was like…okay, it’s got some texture to it. My first kitty-humping felt intense, but this big lug did go down on me and I was in the mood enough not to freak out. I still didn’t get where the whole yowling part came in. Until he started cumming. If these are hairs, then cumming makes him… goose-pimply. They flare out and he’s still moving in and out and at that point I realized why those alley-cats make so much noise. When he finally pulled out I was sure he’d wrecked me, but turns out it’s just kind of a kitty S&M thing. No actual harm done.”

“Didn’t take you long to get used to it, did it?” The reclining tiger asked, licking his chops as the pale girl kept playing with what was now a fully erect feline cock. Gail had to admit it looked small compared to the bulk of the tiger, but it still looked like a handful as Joy stroked him. At first she thought she was just going to get him hard and that the show would be over, but as the girl worked the pre leaking from the tip into the pink erection it became apparent she wasn’t going to blue-ball the big cat.

“Yeah, once you know what’s coming and you psyche yourself up for it… Well I guess I acquired the taste.” she said, idly playing with the tiger’s testes which looked like two big snowballs.

“I kinda get where you’re coming from…” Gail said, watching the little hand pump the big kitty.

“I bet. So… Riley’s got that knot thing, right?”

“Yes he does…”

“I think she’s asking if she can see it…” Marlon suggested, a hint of that deep rumbling purr creeping into his voice.

“I wasn’t. But, now that you did… I mean, if it’s okay with you, Riley.” Joy said in a kind of mocking tone, and it was only when Gail turned to face the wolf she realized why.

The wolf didn’t need more coaxing than that, lying down close enough that Gail chose to just crawl over to him. She helped roll him onto his back and began to pump his still loose sheath, feeling the canine flesh under her touch. She was also quite practiced at this by now. Even now that they had some entertainment and alternative ways to pass the time, she and Riley had gotten... comfortable about getting physical. Glancing at Joy, she could see that the girl was craning her neck to get a good look with those pale eyes of hers, her hand working fast and on some sort of auto-pilot.

“So he can really tie you, right?”

“Yeah. We have to be a little careful since I’m not exactly built like a bitch down there. If we tug on it too much it will pop out even fully swollen, and after it happened once… well, like I said - we have to be careful.”

“Ouch. Still sounds pretty cool. So you don’t do the butt-to-butt part?” Joy asked and Gail joined her in a giggle.

“No, I can carry his weight just fine. And I like the way he feels on my back…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. That’s why I put up with this one – fur just makes cuddling so much better. And Marlon’s so well groomed and fluffy I can almost forgive him for hogging the shower…” the pale girl mused, hefting her feline lover’s pouch in a hand too dainty to hold the tiger’s testes.

“Really? I thought cats and water…”

“Don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not your average cat…” Marlon said, getting an upside-down view of Gail stroking her wolf.

“Yeah, even regular tigers like water. Marlon’s even a pretty strong swimmer…”

“Swimming? There’s a pool around here?”

“No. I mean, not that I know of. But about fifteen minutes through these woods you’ve got the ocean, and quite a nice sandy beach. We could head out there after we’re done. Well, after they’re done…”

“I’d love to but I di…” Gail began but wound up covering her face with her free hand half-way through.

“But you didn’t bring your swimsuit?” Joy finished for her, and giggled when Gail nodded in response. “Don’t worry, it’s clothing optional. Just make sure not to go if it’s really windy. It’s still the ocean, so waves get scary big. Or… I think they’re scary. If I’d grown up near the beach, I might look a them and grab a surf board, but I’m from the middle of the heartlands, so…”

“Cornfields?” Gail asked.

“Sorghum!”

“Wow. You don’t really strike me as a farm girl.” Gail said, trying to split her attention between the wolf she was playing with, the sight of Marlon having his cock stroked and the girl she was speaking to. She hoped Riley didn’t feel like he was being ignored, but it was the first human she’d spoken to in two weeks…

“Yeah, you and everyone else. I stuck out like a sore thumb back home, where most girls start planning their weddings and families when they graduate high-school. The internet was kind my outlet and a window into the world beyond the grain silos. I met a girl from Austin on-line. She was from a town just like mine but was going to college down there and she made the place sound awesome. Said I could stay at her place if I could get there. I ditched home with all of my savings, got on a bus, fell asleep and... woke up here.” she said. Gail saw regret in her face, but when Joy looked down at the tiger playing the kitten for her, the corners of the girl’s mouth rose again as she pumped her pale fist.

“You want my advice – don’t look back. You’ll only mess yourself up thinking about what was done to you and what you can’t get back.”

“That sounds pretty profound from someone who’s… eighteen?”

“Nineteen. But it’s not really my advice. I got it from Irma and I’m passing it on. Not sure if she came up with it, or if she got it from Ellen.”

“Hellen…” the big cat corrected her.

“Ughhhhh, that’s it! I’m shutting that big mouth of yours…” Joy groaned, keeping her hand on Marlon’s shaft as she scooted over and climbed onto the reclining cat. She pushed her perky behind along the expanse of snow-white fur until it was within reach of the tiger’s muzzle.

Gail found herself biting her lip as she watched the movement of Marlon’s nostrils – the familiar twitch-twitch as he caught the scent of the pale pixie’s moist sex, and then the way they flared as he drew the smell of his mate in. His chest expanded so much that Joy actually rose an inch or so higher, only to lower with a shudder as the tiger exhaled against her bared sex. She glanced at her own mate, not wanting him to feel ignored, but even the wolf had his eyes locked on the pair while a skilled, soft hand squeezed, stroked and teased his own erection.

She watched the huge, blocky muzzle press against the teen slit and saw the way Joy twitched when the big whiskers tickled the backs of her thighs. For a while it seemed like Marlon was just nuzzling the pale, perky tush until she caught a sound over the wet, slippery noises of her hand stroking a horny wolf. Subtle or not, the silky sound painted a picture, and so did the way Joy shuddered on top of the huge cat. A cat’s tongue was raspy enough to serve as a hairbrush, a notion that almost made Gail’s thighs clench together as she imagined how something that rough would feel down there.

“Mnnnoouuuuhhhyeahhh… there’s a good kitty...”Joy moaned, pushing her rear back against her mate’s face.

Craning her neck, Gail got a better view and a better idea of why the teen was loving this. For all his size and cocky nature, Marlon was being exquisitely gentle with the girl, running only the tip of his tongue in feather-light touches.

“Ohhhhkay… I think I’m ready… Open wide!” Joy said, and Gail’s breath caught in her throat as the Tiger did.

Marlon opened his huge jaws wide enough for his teeth to flash, and the moment he did Joy pushed back. The girl squealed in delight as Gail watched what looked like a lion-tamer sticking his head in the big cat’s open mouth, except with the other end. And not only had the pale teen pushed her whole bottom into the tiger’s mouth, Marlon had also pushed her tongue into her. Then he started purring again.

“Mnnnyyyhaa… the rasps...unpfh! He doesn’t really have t-to move his to-ouuhh!-nge for me to… to really feel it…” the girl insisted, stroking her cat’s shaft while bucking her rear end against his wide-open mouth.

A hot shot against her breasts reminded Gail that she’d been doing the same to her own mate. She wondered if she’d gotten carried away, or if watching the two had pushed Riley over, but she could tell by the size of his knot that he was way past the point of no return. She took a few more ropes of lupine spunk Across her breasts before she leaned down and caught the tip between her lips. It wasn’t her first time going down on the wolf, and she kept one hand wrapped around his knot as she timed her swallows to his spurts, moaning softly as she suckled her lupine lover. By the time Joy had squealed out her orgasm and Marlon had roared out his she was still nursing on Riley, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by the svelte teen.

“He’s still going? How much longer?” she asked, licking her own hands clean. Gail murmured out a response the girl had no chance of comprehending.

“I think she’s trying to tell you to get comfortable…” Riley groaned out.

*******

For the most part, Gail had gotten used to going out barefoot, along with being bare all over. Walking across a lawn with the trim grass gently brushing her soles was delightful, but walking through their little ‘jungle’ wasn’t quite as thrilling. This place was left to grow more or less wild, which meant the path they were following was littered with dry vegetation which tended to poke into her feet every now and again, forcing both her and Joy to watch their step. Their mates, on the other hand were very much in their element, striding casually alongside the two human females.

“I can smell salt air. We’re getting close…” Joy insisted, taking a breath deep enough to make her chest swell and draw attention to her breasts. Gail wondered if she was doing that on purpose, now that her pale perky tits were starting to swell up as her due-date approached. Her belly was barely curved, but she’d been told not to expect much of a “kitty-bump” since even though they grew big, tigers started out quite small.

“You could have let us carry those…” Riley remarked, gesturing to the bags each of the women was carrying.

“Yeah, but unlike you we can carry these and talk at the same time..” Gail pointed out. “I gotta ask though, have you tried actually riding on Marlon’s back?”

“Yeah, had that idea a day after our first walk outside. He can handle my weight no problem, but it’s tricky to stay balanced on his back even when he’s standing still, and impossible when he starts moving. A real shame. I would have looked so badass!”

“She was really determined, too. Poor girl left a damp patch on my back she was trying so hard.” the tiger insisted.

“I did not! Anyway, it was your wetness…” the pale pixie spat back, and Gail couldn’t help but smile at what she meant.

Nudity wasn’t the only thing she’d grown less self-conscious about. Even now as she walked along, there was that distinctly warm yet loose feeling between her loins, a subtle throb that reminded her of the knot she’d taken after waking up. She did shower, but she’d learned that there was nothing she could do to prevent a bit of Riley’s load leaking from between her lips, especially when she walked. He left more in her than any human male could hope to, and that knot meant that her womb was forced to take every drop. She didn’t really mind it, and the subtle wetness smearing the insides of her thighs as she strolled through the woods naked made her feel confident and sexy. And she knew for a fact that Marlon and Joy hadn’t slowed down just because she was pregnant. Even though the tiger’s barbs didn’t hurt his waifish mate, they left the girl’s sex slightly swollen, and with Joy’s pale complexion the blush between her thighs was hard to miss.

“Maybe you’re just bad at riding on a male’s back?” Marlon quipped with a flick of his tail.

“I rode Xavier!” Joy insisted.

“You rode Xavier the easy way.”

“Well yeah. You’re the only jackass I ride the hard way…” the teen said, giving her striped mate a scratch behind the ear. Both Gail and Riley had gotten used to the tumultuous dynamic of this odd-couple.

“So you weren’t kidding about Xavier? He’s really a donkey?” Gail asked, talking loud enough to be heard over Marlon’s purring.

“He was the last time I saw him…”

“And he and Irma can actually…”

“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, but just wait till you meet her.”

And that of course was the point – the reason why today was going to be special. There were a total of four mixed-species couples on this island, and today they would be allowed to meet together for the first time. The new couple had been allowed to socialize the one that preceded them, which meant that she and Riley could hang out with Joy and Marlon, who also still saw Xavier and Irma but who’d never met Tod and Hellen, the facility’s first couple.

The announcement they got was that this new privilege was the final step into integrating them into a sort of community. After all, the much-awaited children were on the way, and the people running this place didn’t seem to want the young ones to know what had been done to bring them into this world. On that note, Gail could kinda agree with the faceless men and women who ran their lives. If she really did give birth to Riley's pup, she’d like their child to at least think they are growing up in a normal place.

They received permission for today’s meet up, but the organization had been their idea. The weather was great so the beach was a natural choice, and all four couples were bringing some drinks and snacks so they were all set for a sort of picnic. They emerged from the jungle and giggled as they hot-footed over the sunbaked sand, reaching the damp, cool belt at the water’s edge.

“Okay, let me see if I can get my bearings and remember where Irma told me they’d be. Uhhh… okay, how do you tell West and East when the goddamned Sun is directly above you?”

“With a compass?” Gail suggested as Joy squinted at possible landmarks before Riley raised his nose and took a few good sniffs.

“This way…” the wolf announced, and without a better idea they decided to trust a canine’s nose. The three of them walked along the foam made by waves lapping at the sandy beach, the two women savoring the way the cold water soothed their feet. Marlon really did seem to love the water, since the big tiger had went in deeper, sometimes wading through deep water and sometimes just swimming alongside them.

“When he comes out, make sure you stand right in front of him. He shakes himself dry and I swear his fur holds at least three gallons of water!” Joy insisted.

“I don’t think he’s the only one here that likes a swim…” Gail said, pointing to a spot ahead of them making it’s way back to the shore. But whereas Marlon, for all his bulk and muscle, was swimming without more than ripples on the water, the figure up ahead was splashing as their arms rose and dove back in. It was only when the woman got close enough to the shore to stand that she noticed the four newcomers, two of which were waving at her. She waved back and gave an excited whoop as she waded towards them.

“Hey there! You’re Ellen, right?” Joy asked when the woman was close enough to shake hands.

“Hellen…” Marlon corrected her.

“Right, Hellen! Sorry…”

“That’s okay. And I’m guessing you’re Joy and Marlon… so that makes the two of you Riley and Gail?” she asked, getting four nods in response. “Come on, the others are a little further this way, near the treeline.” Hellen said.

Walking behind her, Gail couldn’t help but wonder what species her mate was. Hellen was the first one here, and from the look of her she’d spent much of her free time on this beach. The wet hair she’d slicked back was very short and didn’t hide the toned limbs but firm curves that – along with her well-tanned skin -suggested a healthy intake of calories burned off by swimming. Both Gail and Joy were used to going around naked, but there was something about the way Hellen moved that suggested that in this near-wild part of the island she was in her element, like a female Tarzan. She remembered that she was the first woman brought here and wondered if they’d all end up like that, or if Hellen had been outdoorsy before getting abducted. Gail heard someone calling out to them and realized that she might have zoned out staring at the tanned butt in front of her, only to snap out and have her eyes wide when she saw the rest of their little community.

“Is that… Irma?” she asked Joy, realizing how stupid the question was the moment it was past her lips.

“That’s her.”

“Okay… I think I get it now…” she said, and Joy giggled, understand her perfectly.

What Gail understood was how a woman could handle mating with a donkey, and now that she saw Irma it was...blatantly obvious. For one, she was tall. Even from a distance it was clear she was at least six feet. Then again the amazon who’d first escorted Gail to her quarters had been tall and well built, but almost unnaturally so. Irma was… a whole lot of natural. She was smiling and waving both arms in the air, which in turn was making her heavy breasts sway in a way that had Riley’s ears perking up. Impressive, for a male who doesn’t have the genetic predisposition to seeing breasts as a sexual characteristic. Irma was also a blonde, but unlike the pale teen walking by Gail’s side Irma’s hair was a deep honey-yellow and even her complexion reminded Gail of half-baked oatmeal cookies. Her equine mate was hard to miss, but what really caught both Gail’s and Joy’s attention was the male who hopped along to greet Hellen.

“Holy shit, he’s huge! Is that really a kangaroo?” Joy whispered to Gail.

“Either that, or a furry T-rex wearing bunny ears…” Gail said as the male came to a halt in front of Hellen. He’d been leaning forward while hopping but stood up almost straight to hug his lover. It was cute, but it also mad them realize that if you counted the tips of his ears, Tod was the tallest one around. It made Gail realize how much she’d gotten used to the idea that a female stood taller than a male, at least in their little world.

“Everyone, this is Tod.” Hellen said as the kangaroo offered his paw to each of the women.

“Nice to meet some fellow two-leggers…”

“G’day, mate!” Gail replied, wondering if her Australian accent was that far off the mark when the kangaroo just gave her a blank look.

“Well, I’m flattered but I’m kinda spoken for…” he indicated the lithe woman why seemed to be trying not to laugh.

“Don’t bother. They’ve been raised in a sort of generic north-American Anglo-phonic environment. He’s clueless about Australia - Foster’s, boomerang, didgeridoo…”

“Okay, now you’re just making words up!” Tod said as the four of them made their way to the shady spot the two women and their males had picked out. The rest of the introductions were made as needed and the eight of them all settled down, with the exception of Xavier who seemed to prefer standing. They broke out some of the snacks and Joy poured everyone some fruit juice while it was still cool.

“I know I’m the newest one here, but if you handed me a glass or a cup I’m not sure I’d know what to do with it…” Gail joked as she accepted her bowl.

“Yeah, amazing what a person can get used to…” Hellen said, shaking out her short hair which was already half-dry as she gave the redhead a meaningful look. Gail nodded in response, feeling a bit of color rise to her cheeks. She knew how she’d started the day, and she had little doubt that everyone present had done the same. The fact that they were drinking from bowls instead of glasses really wasn’t the weird thing about this gathering.

“So, how are you adjusting? Woman’s best friend, or big bad wolf?” Irma asked with a smile, but Gail heard the genuine concern in her tone.

“He’s not half bad…” she replied, scratching away between Riley's ears.

“If you make it through the first day, you’ve made it. I think the only reason this works is that they made sure the boys can talk.” Hellen said.

“...when given the chance…” said the tiger sprawled out with his waifish mate lounging against him.

“I know what you mean…” Gail said remembering her first day when few words were spoken. She’d seen Riley as practically a beast, and ironically he’d been told to expect her to behave like a frightened animal. Talking mad them see each other as people.

“So, I don’t want to ruin the mood, but is it… you know… like the elephant in the room? Weirder if we don’t talk about… who we were?” she asked.

“More like Pandora’s box…” the jackass replied sagely.

“He’s right. We can’t really do anything about our situation except live as best we can. Trust me, you’ll be happier if you just forget all about what was, who brought us here and focus on what and who you have. Now that they’re letting us mingle we can actually build a little community for ourselves. Irma and Xavier almost found out how bad it can get if you try and resist.”

“What happened?” asked Riley, beating Gail to the punch.

“Well we four all got fed the same horseshit – if you’ll pardon my language. A noble purpose, the females assigned to us were just skittish, that it was normal. The first day with Irma, I did everything the way they trained me to. The way I’m guessing the rest of you did.” Xavier said, and somehow four completely different faces made the same expression. Gail knew what he was talking about – the non-violent but insistent breeding she’d been subjected to by a wolf who didn’t know what he was doing to her.

“Xavier wasn’t exactly thrilled when I told him how I got there. We figured out we must be monitored, so we told whoever was listening that we wouldn’t… participate. At first they rolled back the perks – we couldn’t pick our meals. We lost speakers, then a little later our one screen went blank. Our next food delivery included a note, informing us that if we didn’t participate we would be separated. They would collect Xaveir’s sperm and inseminate artificially.” Irma said, and the tone of her voice made it clear she’d never doubted the threat was genuine. Neither did Gail.

“The only way we can stop them doing this to us is if we do it for ourselves. The thing is, once the boys realize what’s really going on and we realize that they aren’t our jailers… you can get something good out of this place…” Hellen said, looking out past the white sand at the gently rolling waves. It sounded like coping, but Gail had to admit it also sounded better than being treated like actual prisoners. Or actual guinea-pigs. Out here they could pretend that they were all alone on a desert island.

“So are you…” Gail asked, and Hellen caught her meaning.

“A month along. Which is kinda weird for us. If I was a kangaroo momma I’d have already given birth to a teeny-tiny joey and just transferred it to my pouch where it would actually do most of it’s growing. But since I don’t have a pouch, whatever weird science they did will keep the little one in me for something like five months. Irma’s actually two months along but odds are you’ll have your pup before she has her foal.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because one foal takes one year…” Xavier said.

“Oh! But… no offense but how are you going to…”

“Yeah, you’re not going to offend me by pointing out that I’m not built like a mare…” Irma said with a smile. The tall blonde had the curves of a fertility goddess, but even her hips didn’t look like they could handle foal-birthing. “I’m getting a c-section eight months into the pregnancy. From then on, the baby’s going to be in some kind of incubator for another four months.”

“She was freaking out about that before I pointed out that none of us had seen the inside of a womb and we turned out just fine.” Xavier pointed out.

The remaining hours ticked by in small-talk, but somehow the whole question of babies seemed to linger. Or maybe it was just that everyone was so excited to actually meet all together that they forgot how they used to pass the time when they had less opportunities for conversation. But their bodies had gotten used to a very active sex life, and as they all talked things got decidedly more relaxed. Those who had hands let them wander across their mates’ bodies, while the boys sniffed and licked bare skin with more and more enthusiasm.

Gail didn’t think much of it. At fist it seemed like no more sexual than couples kissing in public, and the mood was comfortably intimate. It continued to be intimate even when legs parted and an assortment of muzzles took advantage of the by now familiar invitation. It was lazy, loving, and predictably effective. The slide of long tongues across bare skin mixed with the distant hiss of waves on sand, and soon both noises were overshadowed by feminine moans and gasps. Whether by intent or instinct Marlon overshadowed everything when he started to purr, but no one complained about the noise.

Gail was leaning back on her elbows and gazing lovingly at the wolf pushing his muzzle between her thighs,

savoring her scent and her taste in a way she couldn’t fully comprehend. His tongue was pushing in now, his cool black nose pressed against her clit as he found the right spots inside her. A giggle and a gasp made her look to her left in time to see Joy under a black and orange mountain. The petite teen was almost invisible under the bulk of her mate, even though it was obvious Marlon wasn’t resting any of his weight on her.

Joy was on her back, her legs open and resting on her mate’s haunches, hands out of sight somewhere between them. A sharp gasp followed by a long coo made it clear that the girl had successfully guided her mate inside her. She was entranced for a second by the hypnotic pattern of the gently humping tiger. His movements were subtle and Joy was definitely loving every moment of it, reaching up to scratch the edges of the tiger’s powerful jaw. Then she looked back at Riley.

It really was a relief that the two of them could talk to each other, but for now it wasn’t really needed. Without so much as a word, Gail got on all fours and felt the breeze on her back fro maybe five seconds before thick fur covered it. His forepaws wrapped around her, the dewclaws just barely poking into her skin. She’d never complained about the scratches, but Riley must have felt bad about them, because he’d gotten good at mounting her without leaving a mark. Just a mess. He found her slit very quickly, and the moment she felt the poke strike home Gail pushed back, rolling the wolf’s sheath down his rosy cock. The mood was infections, and she saw Irma kneel beside her jack, lovingly playing with his soft length as the mass of black flesh began to drop, her full breasts jigging and swaying with every little movement of her arm.

“Ungh! Uhhhhhmmmmm…”

The noise made Gail turn in time to see Hellen and Tod join in the fun. Hellen was crouching with her feet apart and her fingers pressed against the ground, looking almost like she’s ready to start a footrace. Which she obviously wasn’t going to do with a six-foot tall kangaroo clinging to her. She couldn’t see much of what was… going on, but she could see the way Tod was molding his body to his mate, the way Hellen's body was shaking and the way the kangaroo’s haunches were tensing. She knew all about short rapid humps, and would be enjoying them when Riley got a little more riled up, but all of Tod’s muscles seemed to be centered around the hind-legs meant to propel the huge marsupial. The next time Hellen moaned, she could hear the woman’s voice quivering.

And by coincidence or luck, dead ahead of Gail and the wolf rutting her the real show was about to start. Xavier had rolled over onto his back, with Irma’s feet on either side of his haunches. A curtain of blonde hair hid her face as she leaned forward, lifting her mate’s erection and guiding the blunt tip between her legs. Her breasts swayed as she used both hands, one to spread herself open and the other to guide her lover in. Her flared hips fell and her moan made Gail bite her lip as the two became the center of attention.

There wasn’t really anything that could take a girl’s attention away from a wolf lustily pistoning his cock past the folds he’d so lovingly prepared, but watching Irma ride Xavier came damn close. The buxom blonde tossed her hair back and Gail got a good look at her face. Not a hint of pain or discomfort marred her expression, even when she began to swing those flared hips from side to side and work her way down. Inch after black inch sank in as Irma slid lower and lower, stopping when she was almost two thirds down. That seemed to be her limit, and form there the blonde lifted herself off, her labia clinging to the veiny equine shaft until she was holding nothing but the flare.

Irma worked herself up and down by practically doing squats on top of her lover, and if Gail were in any shape to play guessing games she would have guessed that this was the couples solution to overcoming an equine stud’s underwhelming staying power. And while they were taking it slow, the remaining three women were being humped very vigorously as their mates got themselves properly worked up. Tod was still going at Hellen like a machine, seeming to barely pull out as his lightning fast pumps seemed to hit all the right spots in the tanned woman’s sex. Joy was clenching fistfuls of white fur and making weird noises as she very obviously rode out an orgasm without the tiger even slowing.

It was minutes later, when Riley’s knot sank home and pushed Gail over the edge that she wondered how their little picnic had somehow turned into this bizarre little orgy. She hung her head and whimpered as her cunny clenched around a knot that was at that very moment swelling to it’s full size, an intense sensation to say the least. She lifted her face in time to see Irma’s thick thighs tremble and give out, the buxom woman laying herself down on top of her jack as Xavier’s ears folded and his tail flagged. He was breeding her. Not that he needed to. All of these women were already pregnant with their mates’ offspring. That thought struck her just as the first pulse of her wolf’s seed struck her cervix, and for the first time since she and Riley had started doing this, Gail found herself desperately hoping it would take.

*******

Gail and Riley knew that something was wrong when the lights in their room went on in the middle of the night. Or what their circadian rhythms insisted was the middle of the night. Their screens were also on but showed the identical notice without anything else, clock included. They were informed that the facility was in lock-down and that they shouldn’t be alarmed. Even Riley no longer believed the management of this place enough to be comforted by that last part.

Their room was completely soundproofed and they lost their only “windows” to the outside world, so the pair had no idea what was going on. The only thing they could rule out was an earthquake, but other than that?

The obvious answer to what was going on should have been an escape attempt. But Gail was sure she knew all o the prisoners here and that the other girls would have somehow hinted if they were planning on leaving. Not that it was likely now. Gail was the last to test positive for pregnancy six days ago, and all four of the women here were dependent on some uniquely trained OBGYNs. Maybe it was someone new? Someone still in segregation like she’d been before she met Joy? But who could hope to get away from an island in the middle of a goddamned ocean?

The lights never so much as flickered and they still had running water, so she and Riley ruled out some sort of catastrophe. They had no grasp of the passage of time, no sounds but the ones they made. Gail even poured some water on the floor in the hopes of summoning the cleaning drone, but even they seemed to be on lock-down. When the delivery hatch opened it startled them and they thought that someone decided to provide them with food.

Cotton had never stunned Gail as it had at that moment. She stared blankly at the plain white bathrobe in her hands, the only item of clothing she’d seen in two months and which she hadn’t even asked for. There was even a pair of slippers. Nothing for Riley. It was only when she saw the robe that she realized that she was naked and had been since she got here. It was lucky that when the door to their room did open it was a woman standing in the doorway, politely averting her eyes since Gail just wound up clutching the robe to her chest. Riley stepped between her and the newcomer who was wearing a dark uniform. The uniform she remembered the facility’s orderlies wearing were white and plain, but this one had an emblem and writing - INTERPOL. Gail put a hand on the wolf’s flank to keep him from doing anything rash and heroic.

She was asked to put the robe on and follow the woman, taking a familiar path through the maze of corridors, one that led to a large common room that was made available to them some weeks ago. She and Riley were the last to arrive in a room filled with armed, uniformed people. A small woman with bronze skin and oil-black hair pulled back in a bun seemed to be in charge, and it was she who addressed them.

“I’m Inspector Tiana Seko, Interpol.” she said in slightly accented English but not an accent Gail could place. “Let me start off by saying that you are all safe now and that there is no cause for concern. But before we go any further, I have to ask… am I talking to four people, or eight?” she asked. They didn’t respond in perfect unison, but all eight of them gave the same answer. The inspector didn’t look thrilled by it but didn’t press the point any further.

“As you probably suspect, this facility has been raided and its staff have been taken into custody. We understand that four of you have been abducted and brought here against your will. There are no charges against you and it’s just a matter of processing you and transporting you home. We have some complications with the others who aren’t guilty of anything but weren’t brought here by force.”

“The four of us?” Marlon asked with the callow attitude one would expect from a feline.

“Six, actually.” the inspector said glibly, unintimidated by a talking tiger. “Given what we know and what we are now finding out, I’m willing to accept that the four of you… gentlemen… are fully sentient and entitled to personhood. I am willing to accept that the other two males we’ve discovered are sentient, but they are most assuredly not legal adults, or even adolescents. As such, decisions about them will have to be made for them.”

“What decisions?” Irma asked, stroking a foal-bump that her robe couldn’t hide.

“We had intelligence on what was being done here, hence were prepared to encounter talking a… non-humans.” she said, quickly recovering from a near faux-pas. “We weren’t sure you’d survive the encounter. Details were sketchy on what exactly went on here and we suspected the goal was to create genetically engineered soldiers from non-human stock. We had assumed you would be released as part of the defense effort at which point we’d be forced to respond and…

“...and you’d go back to a world where talking animals didn’t exist?” asked Xavier.

“Off the record - yes. That would have been simple. That is also no longer an option. You didn’t offer any resistance, and I don’t get the impression that you were engineered with violence in mind.” the inspector said. Everyone could follow another person’s gaze, but this time they all glanced at the direction the Interpol agent was avoiding.

“What? Kangaroos are more dangerous than people think!” Tod insisted, the sweep of his ears betraying his injured pride.

“Honey, shush… “ Hellen urged gently, stroking the back of her mate’s neck. Gail caught Marlon’s whiskers twitch and wondered if he was struggling to keep a straight face.

“Look, let me be blunt – I won’t let anyone under my command harm or kill anyone who obviously isn’t a threat, but at the same time… mankind isn’t ready to learn we’re sharing the world with other sentient species. Not yet at least. There is no way my superiors will authorize an evac for the six of you…”

“If Marlon’s staying, I’m staying.” Joy insisted, laying a hand on the tiger’s striped neck.

“I… I understand if you want to stay until your… situation… changes…” the inspector said. Joy was expecting a cub so she was barely showing through the robe she was wearing, but Inspector Seko seemed well-briefed on what was going on here and what ‘situation’ the women standing in front of her were in. “We have medical personnel on hand. They can stay here with you and monitor your pregnancies. We will leave behind a small taskforce to look after things here. You don’t have to stay.”

“But do we have to go back?” Hellen asked. “The people who brought us here… they were thorough. We’ve worked something out – they took people who wouldn’t be all that missed. None of us had a lot of ties back home, and even people who knew us wouldn’t really be surprised if we just up and disappeared. I can’t speak for everyone, but I’ve got more reason to stay here than I have to go back. So I’m asking again – do we have to?”

“I… look, you’ve been through a lot, and I know this is all a shock. But what kind of life do you expect you could have here?” the inspector asked.

*******

“He’s never going to learn to walk if you keep carrying him everywhere…” Marlon insisted, padding silently alongside his mate.

“But just listen to him purr…” the pale girl gushed as she held the orange fluff-ball to her bare breast. “In a few months he’s gonna be too big for this. Lemme enjoy it while I can.”

“Can you at least let me carry him for a while?”

“By the neck?” Joy asked, clutching her cub to her chest as she remembered the sight of Marlon carrying their child.

“By the scruff. We’ve talked about this, even the doctors said it’s perfectly safe. Nice father/son bonding too…”

“Are you kidding? I almost peed myself when I saw you doing it!”

“Are you guys having the scruff argument again?” asked a voice from behind them, prompting the pair to turn to look at a familiar wolf and the future mother of his pups. All except for the tiger cub who seemed happy to keep his face buried in his smooth-skinned mommy’s breasts. It was only when Gail stuck a finger in under his chin and began to rub that he craned his neck and lifted his face.

“Nah, I just won it.” Joy insisted. “Where are you four off to?” she asked, placing her hand on Gail’s belly and the two pups she was carrying around in there, hoping to feel a kick.

“Over to the Stable.” Riley said, using the name Irma and Xavier had given their home.

“Irma’s feet are killing her again, so we thought we’d pay them a visit and cheer her up…” Gail said. Even though she was carrying twins she was still carrying wolf pups, and the two of them were an easier burden than a single human baby. And much less than the foal Irma and Xavier were expecting. The medical staff insisted they could safely move up the expecting donkey-momma’s c-section up by as much as two weeks, but she was proving as suborn as an actual jenny by insisting on the original eight month timetable.

“Ooh, we’ll come with! Playing with little Blakey always cheers her up!” Joy gushed, poking her kitten in the belly and watching with glee as he fastened his baby teeth on the offending finger.

“Hope she has that foal soon. The grass is getting pretty tall around here…” the tiger remarked.

“Marlon, hush!” Joy scolded while her cub continued to playfully gnaw on her finger.

“What? I didn’t come up with that! I heard Irma call him a lawnmower…”

“Well tell you what – when you do for Xavier what Irma does for him, then you can call him a lawnmower too…”

“Fair enough…” the tiger said, and it got Gail thinking about the grass.

It wasn’t really that tall – the blades reached just beyond her ankles. But it wasn’t the perfectly trim lawn that they remembered. They had it mowed just to keep down the critter population, but without rigorous trimming and weeding it was looking more like a meadow these days, complete with random sprinklings of wildflowers. Along with their new homes (built apart from the old facility buildings but close to each other), it was their way of showing that this island was under new management. A lovely place to raise some very unique children, all funded by the wealth seized from the people who wanted this to be their prison.

She knew that somewhere beyond their little jungle was their little beach and beyond that was a very big ocean with an even bigger world. And in that world some very clever people were carefully laying down some important ground work. Leaking information about new scientific breakthroughs and hinting that in the near future the Earth might become host to new sentient variants of existing species. They’d made such a nice home that she honestly couldn’t imagine herself leaving the island, but her children might want to. And Joy’s cub, and Irma’s and Hellen’s…

And someone had to get the world ready for them.