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It was a catastrophe that they had only ever seen in their history classes from the planet their ancestors called home matched only by the panic and anguish that followed it. Plague had swept through the Praxeum. As near as anybody could tell, there had been an unforeseen mutation in the agricultural section. Something must have cross pollinated with something else that it never should have, but there had been an enormous amount of tainted food that everybody on board had been eating for weeks before anyone was the wiser.

The only mercy was that the victims didn't suffer. Men and women would develop a slight tummy ache and increased drowsiness. Naturally, the best medicine is rest so they would go to sleep thinking they would wake up feeling better in the morning. But no one ever woke up.

The bug was ruthless, sweeping through the population swiftly. It didn't discriminate. Young and old alike seemed equally vulnerable to the infection. Likewise, there seemed to be no discernable pattern in species as to whom was more likely to fall victim and who was not. In a matter of days loved ones, acquaintances, and coworkers alike were gone.

When it finally passed and the death toll abated, almost a tenth of the population of the Praxeum remained behind. Many of them were alone with no remaining family left on board alive.

There was barely enough of the crew left to maintain the ship. Somehow they managed. They were resilient if nothing else. Still, the science and medical division was scrambling to come up with a solution. Not that it was necessary, per se. The survivors had all built up a tolerance to a disease they didn't even know existed until it was too late.

A program was quickly implemented. All remaining crewmembers of sufficient biological maturity were registered and screened. Then the ship-wide announcement had come. Henly could still remember where she was when it played over the loudspeakers.

"Attention Praxeum crew!" the captain's voice rang out in the living room she shared with her mother and younger sister. She was one of the very lucky few to have loved ones who survived. "Starting in four days, a new protocol will be put into effect. Every individual of breeding age has been logged into the ship's medical computer and has been sorted according to biological traits."

The captain paused and Henly could swear she heard another voice whispering just out of range of the microphone. After clearing her throat, the captain continued. "Once the program begins, names will be called over the intercom every day. The individuals called will be required to report to the medical section of the ship to await further instructions. Thank you for your cooperation, and godspeed."

They stared at each other in mutual confusion. Henly suspected she knew what was going on. The mention of 'breeding age' spoke volumes. It was no secret that the ship was more or less a ghost town, now. Medical probably thought it was a good idea to jump-start romance for the remaining survivors. Assigned family units and such.

As promised, the morning of the day they all dreaded came and names Henly didn't recognize started ringing out over the intercom nearly every hour. As empty as the ship was, she found herself shocked there were so many people left and yet there was still so much empty space.

Then it happened. She had been helping unpack her mothers things in the new housing module they had been asked to move into in one of the more populated sections when the names started at the top of the hour, like it always did. "Hank Husken. Vince Trelane. Vixy Primera. J.J. Pierce. Ellen Kelowski. Henly Fen. Please report to the medical wing immediately."

She stared into her mother's fear-filled eyes as her heart began to thunder in her chest. They just stared at each other for a long while, unsure what was about to happen, but Henly's brain was working overtime, mulling over every horribly possibility.

"You better go," her mother said. "Before they send security."

Shaking lightly, Henly nodded and turned to take slow, unstable steps toward the front door and the corridors beyond. She tried to remind herself that they weren't going to hurt her. With so few people left, there was no reason for them to get rid of her. But what if they made her move into another housing unit with whomever she was assigned to? What if they didn't get along? What if it was one of the jerk boys from school?

Well that couldn't be it. She didn't know any of the names called. With increasing apprehension, she walked numbly into the medical wing where several people were already waiting. She didn't recognize any of them. At all. She couldn't remember even seeing them before. How many people really were left, anyway?

She realized after several minutes that everyone there was as nervous as she was and equally as alone. They all avoided one another's gaze, electing to stare at the floor, or examine the ceiling. Anything but look at one another, as if they might burst into flames if they accidentally made eye contact.

Finally the door of the waiting room opened and a giraffe woman in a long lab coat ducked her head through the door a couple seconds before the rest of her emerged through the portal. In her arms, she carried a small tray lines with boxes, each of which bore one of the names that had been called over the intercom.

"Hello, hello!" she said cheerfully as she straightened up in the middle of the gathered. "I'm sorry for the delay. Someone misplaced the activator rod for these and we had to find it," she said, picking up a small device and holding it up for them to see. Henly thought it almost looked like a screwdriver with a strange pinwheel on the tip.

"We aren't going to require you to do anything today. We're still activating and synchronizing all of your wrist bands. It is taking more time than we would like, but it's coming along," the giraffe said with a warm smile. "So, each of you needs to put these on," she handed each of them their labelled box, "and keep them on at all times. When we need you, we'll signal you through the wrist bands."

Henly pried open the box and plucked out the black band from within. It resembled a watch, except the square face was not displaying the time. Instead, a little red apple slowly spun on the screen. Written on both sides of the spinning silhouette were the words "Adam and Eve Special Project" in bright gold lettering. She slipped it over the light brown fur of her wrist and adjusted it comfortably there. It was actually quite stylish, wasn't it?

"Miss Fen?"

Her long vulpine ears perked and she lifted her eyes to the giraffe looking almost worriedly at her. Oops! "Sorry, I was just thinking about what 'Adam and Eve Special Project' means."

The nurse--or maybe she was a doctor--smiled warmly and shook her head. "Well, you're going to find out. We're almost done handing out bracelets and we'll begin anonymously calling candidates in next weekend. When we hail your wrist band, it'll beep at you and tell you to come here. It's imperative that you drop what you're doing and come straight here so you don't inconvenience anyone by being late."

Henly tilted her head to the side. Inconvenience anyone? Wasn't the hail in itself an inconvenience? "Alright," she said, then looked back down at her new piece of attire on her wrist.

"Good," the giraffe said. "Well, that's all we have for you today. Thank you all for coming! Please have a wonderful day and remember to keep an eye on your wrist bands!"

Henly scoffed and spun on her heel. She didn't like this at all. She had to drop everything? What if it was important? She tried to calm herself down on the way back to her new housing unit, but it would take the better part of that week to stitch back together her frayed nerves. In that time, both her mother and her little sister were called in for their own wrist bands. Her mother was to be expected, but her little sister? Jules was almost five years younger than her!

She had to keep a confident face up around little Jules though. None of them knew what was happening and it scared her most of all. Henly made it a habit of pretending everything was going to be okay when she was home and honestly, it started to rub off on her. By the time her wrist band beeped at her a week and a half after receiving it, she was convinced nothing bad could come of this. They wouldn't risk the safety or well being of the surviving crewmembers.

At least, that's what she hoped when she came into the empty waiting room. The giraffe was already there waiting for her.

"Oh, miss Fen!" she said cheerfully when Henly entered the room. "I'm glad you're here! I'm Doctor Coco. You remember me don't you? I gave you your wrist band."

Henly quirked a brow. 'Doctor Coco' didn't exactly fill her with confidence. "I remember. You didn't introduce yourself last time."

"I didn't?' the tall woman asked. "I'm very sorry. We were having a bit of a hectic time trying to get all of the candidates in to pick up their wrist bands... But things are going more smoothly now. Are you ready to begin?"

Henly furrowed her brow and tilted her head to the side. "For what?"

Dr. Coco offered a warm smile and ducked through the doorway into the rest of the facility. "Follow me please."

A feeling of dead settled over Henly as she followed the giraffe deeper and deeper into the hospital. What could they possibly be doing? Why was she alone there? Finally, the doctor opened a door and lead her in. Henly stopped in the doorway and her jaw hit the floor.

The room was unlike anything she would have thought could exist in a hospital! The floor was carpeted, the walls were decorated with a dark floral wallpaper. And against the far wall was a good sized bed, bigger than anything Henly knew could fit in any of the housing units!

"What's going on here?" she asked as the door hissed closed behind her.

"Have a seat, you might want to get more comfortable before I explain," Dr. Coco said, staring down at her computer pad.

With a growing unease, Henly sat on the edge of the bed and folded her arms beneath her t-shirt covered bust. Thankfully, or perhaps unfortunately, Dr. Coco wasted no more time before she dived right in.

"The Adam and Eve Special Project is meant to help us repopulate the ship. While no one can ever replace the ones we lost, this ship cannot sustain itself with so few crewmembers. We can continue like this for a decade or two, but after that, we wont be able to keep up with maintaining everything on our own without numbers.

"That's where you come in, Miss Fen. We are going to require you to help replenish that population. Of course, this can happen one of two ways: We can extract your semen and artificially implant it in a young man' or woman's uterus to ensure conception and by the same procedure artificially inseminate one of your eggs in your own uterus, or we can resort to more... traditional means."

The doctor smiled down at her, doing very little to soothe her nerves.

"Personally, I think the latter is the more enjoyable of the two procedures. Either way, we are requiring all survivors of healthy breeding age to allow themselves to become pregnant. At least for a few years."

Henly's jaw hit the floor again. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Slowly, she lifted a hand to one of her long pointed ears and pinched the sensitive membrane. She sucked in a sharp hiss and winced as her nails dug into her flesh. No, she wasn't dreaming...

"So you want me to... fuck some guy? Then get fucked by some other girl?"

"Well, not in so many words. But yes," Dr. Coco said. "It will be done completely anonymously. We're going to turn off the lights in here so you cant see who we're pairing you with. Today, it's going to be a young man who we've observed is in his most fertile time. Neither of you will know who the either is. You don't have to talk to one another and you're never going to see each other's faces."

Her heart leapt in her chest and she started to wring her hands in the hem of her shirt. This was really happening then? She turned, looking nervously at the bed she sat on. She was going to fuck some guy. Here. On this bed. Today!

"Is something the matter?" Dr. Coco asked.

"Um.... I'm not sure..."

"If there are any problems, we can work something out to help you."

She sheepishly looked back up at the giraffe and shook her head. Her long ears laid flat against her skull and she almost whimpered aloud. "I've never had sex before."

"Neither has the candidate we've paired you with today," Dr. Coco said. "But I'll tell you what. Why don't I give you a few pointers? Would you like to undress or would you like me to undress you?"

Henly's heart stopped for the briefest moment. She didn't want to get naked in front of the giraffe, but... she wanted the doctor undressing her even less. "I'll do it..." she said in a small voice. She slowly pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor, avoiding the giraffe's gaze. Next, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down her thighs slowly.

Once she was left in her panties and bra, Henly took a deep breath to try and calm her nervousness then reached back and unhooked the black fabric keeping her chest in place. Her boobs immediately sprang free, bouncing for a half a second as their confines dropped to the floor. Her panties joined the puddle of clothing a moment later and Henly reached up to cover her breasts with her hands, still unable to look Dr. Coco in the eye.

She couldn't avoid the inevitable indefinitely, however. A moment later, a gentle hand was touching her sheathe. She gasped and unconsciously scooted back along the bed to try to get away. Dr. Coco followed her though, climbing up onto the bed with her.

As the bright red tip of her arousal started to emerge from her sheathe, Henly opened her mouth to protest and ask how this was in any way considered 'pointers'. What left her muzzle wasn't words, exactly. She gave a short yelp as warm lips closed around her length and a long, nimble tongue coaxed more and more of her out.

As if it would help her get away, Henly laid back against the soft blankets and braced herself on her elbows, ready to scoot away the first opportunity she got! She stared in wild disbelief as Dr. Coco bobbed her head up and down along her throbbing dick, drawing out even a little pleasure. Then a lot of pleasure! Henly felt her tip press into the back of Dr. Coco's throat as the giraffe plunged downward, closing her lips even over Henly's unswollen knot!

The young fennec yelped and bucked her hips as the doctor's tongue expertly swirled around her length, making her soft peaches tickling at her own slit tighten against her groin. Henly arched her back and yipped loudly as an orgasm rushed through her throbbing length.

Without missing a beat, Dr. Coco swallowed every drop. Henly finally looked her in the eye as the giraffe stared up at her with a pleased, unblinking stare.

As the flow of cum finally ceased, the giraffe pulled her muzzle off of Henly's cock and licked her lips. "Delicious," she said as she scooted forward and straddled Henly's waist. She shimmied forward, spreading her bare shapely legs wide as she settled over the teenager's hips. In doing so, her skirt lifted upward, giving Henly a glimpse of what she swore was black lace panties!

Reaching down between them, Dr. Coco pulled her panties to the side and pointed Henly's tip upward. She barely hesitated before she lowered her weight onto Henly's virgin tool.

The young fennec gasped and arched her back as her over-sensitive flesh was enveloped by hot, tight flesh of the doctor's boyhood. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined! She could actually feel Dr. Coco's heartbeat gently pulsing against her stiff cock!

As their groins pressed tightly together, Dr. Coco started to ever so softly undulate her hips, rocking against the young dick impaling her. Seemingly unphased by what she was doing, Dr. Coco lifted her pad up and hummed thoughtfully.

"Henly Fen. Age seventeen. Graduating this year with a focus in mechanics, hm? That's good, we're short in that department more than any of the others."

Her only response for the doctor was a deep moan as she gathered handfuls of the blankets against her palms.

"Family of four. Says here your father perished in the incident. I'm so sorry about that. I lost my husband too. Terrible what happened. But you still have your mother and sister. That's very lucky. You're one of thirty young people who still have a living relative. And they're both in the program I see. You are going to be a busy family in the next year, aren't you? We'll try to space your pregnancies out, make things easier for you."

Before Henly could consider those words, they were washed away by the intense pleasure brought about by Dr. Coco slowly lifting her hips and lowering back down. Henly arched her back and bucked up against the doctor as the older woman began to ride her.

Dr. Coco continued talking, reading from her medical chart as it were but Henly didn't hear any of it. She writhed and moaned deeply, lifting her hips to meet the giraffe's every downward stroke. Fuck, she was already so close again! She thought she felt her knot beginning to swell but a moment later she realized she was mistaken. It had already swollen!

"Uuuugh!" she groaned, arching her back again as Dr. Coco's tight inner muscles squeezed her entire length from tip to root. "I'm gonna cum!"

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to cling to the ecstasy building up deep inside. Two hands pressed against her ample bust, sending her rocketing right over the edge. She pressed her hands over top of Dr. Coco's own and together they squeezed her breasts.

Her length swelled and began to pulse again as a torrent of hot seed rushed up into the giraffe's belly. She moaned and yipped as she painted the doctor's insides with her cum. It went on and on and Henly was sure she was going to die!

Of course she didn't. As the tidal wave crested and began to subside, Henly stared up at the Dr. Coco, panting heavily and nearly spent.

"As I was saying," the giraffe said unphased by what had just happened, "you've cum twice so you're going to have a longer refractory period before you cum again. That's good because boys generally take longer to orgasm than girls do."

She nodded weakly and slumped back against the bed. Her arms feel against the bedding and she panted breathlessly, finally allowing Dr. Coco to pull her hands away. "I'm... I'm good. I'll try to make it good for my partner too."

"I hope so," Dr. Coco agreed. "It's his first time too. Try to make it memorable for all the right reasons." Before she left, she pointed to the side of the bed and smiled. "When you've had enough, reach over and touch that screen. The light will turn red, signaling that you're done and we'll pull each of you out. If you or your partner starts having second thoughts or feels like you're being pushed past a limit, touch it and we'll end it."

Then Henly was alone again, waiting in the bedroom patiently, naked and nervous. After only a few minutes, the lights dimmed and died, leaving her in darkness. The door hissed open, though she couldn't see where it was. They must have turned the lights off in the hallway too to reduce the possibility a silhouette could be recognized.

She smelled him before she felt him crawl onto the bed beside her. The sweet spice of boy in heat touched her nose and she was rock hard in an instant. Nervous hands reached out, touching and stroking along her body as their owner tried to figure out where she was and how she was laying. As his fingers passed over her hard nipples, Henly gasped and arched her back.

Her hands shot out, grabbing the invisible groping appendages to keep them at her firm boobs. She squeezed herself with him, showing him how she liked it. He was a fast learner. In only a moment he was squeezing her and cupping her heavy swells as if he'd known for years.

She leaned into him and nuzzled up under his chin. Henly inhaled deeply, bathing herself in his sweet scent. A nuzzle and a lick at the hollow of his throat made him groan deeply, a sound Henly definitely wanted more of.

As awkwardly as one does in the dark, she carefully rolled them over so she laid herself on top of her unseen lover. She eased herself between his legs, which he thankfully spread wide for her, and pressed the head of her cock against his dripping slit. Both of them moaned deeply at the first contact and Henly reveled in the scalding heat washing over her length before she had even pushed into him. He was really ready, wasn't he?

Slowly, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his own, kissing him deeply, albeit as awkwardly as could be expected for a pair of virgins. It didn't last. As she pushed herself into his waiting tunnel, she felt a bit of resistance for a brief instant before she was through. Her lover hissed and wrapped his arms and legs around her, inadvertently forcing the entirety of her length into his once virgin pussy.

"Ow ow ow!" he hissed in a low whisper.

Oh, right. His hymen. She remembered breaking hers when she was her sister's age with the blunt end of a spanner. Suppose he hadn't been as promiscuous as she had been as an adolescent! "Sorry," she whispered.

After several moments of the boy beneath her clinging for dear life, Henly eventually felt his arms loosen and his legs fall to either side. "Okay," he whispered and reached up, cupping her boobs in his inexperienced hands again.

Nodding as if he could see her, Henly drew her hips back then eased them back into his tight tunnel. Each time she pressed into him, his muscles squeezed her tight, rippling along the entire length of her cock until she nudged against the entrance of his womb. When she did, his pussy fluttered, desperately trying to somehow draw her deep her, maybe even suck her straight into his womb.

She quivered in delight each time and gave a soft moan. As the gravity of what was happening began to set in, she felt her knot inflating again. The two of them were there, having the most delicious sex for one reason. Henly arched her back, pushing her boobs against his chest as she grinded her hips against him. "Gonna put a baby in you!" she moaned as she raced towards climax.

What she didn't realize was that she had been inadvertently grinding his clit between their pubic bones, sending him rocketing upward just as quickly. Maybe it was her words, but her unseen boy moaned loudly and Henly felt his wet heat rush over her sensitive length. His muscles sucked urgently at her cock, suckling desperately for the precious cargo churning in her sack.

She joined him a moment later, plastering the entrance of his womb with her hot seed. Henly threw her head back and yipped loudly. "I'm cumming!" she yelled, forgetting for a moment of the silence rule. Her partner didn't seem to care. His legs wrapped around her waist, holding her deep inside of him as they shared their intense orgasm.

As she came down from her high, Henly laid herself against her panting lover and nosed up under his chin again to nibble at his neck. She rested against his broad chest for several moments, enjoying the feeling her lover squeezing her knot just inside of his pussy lips while her tip gently pulsed against his cervix.

They fucked two more times after that. She was sure the two of them could have gone all day, but after getting his third belly full of cum, her unseen lover reached over and touched the gently glowing screen beside the bed. It flashed red and he dislodged himself from her knot with an audible -pop-.

* * * * *

Henly was shocked at how little anybody talked about the Adam and Eve project. That was not to say everyone ignored it. The entire population of the vessel was eventually consolidated into two of the fifty housing units aboard. Since they were suddenly all in such close contact, it was impossible to hid the pandemic of pregnancies sweeping the population. Engineers, teachers, janitors, all of the males were soon round and heavy, fulfilling many of their duties while cradling gravid bellies.

Even some of the women had begun to swell. The population, Henly learned, was dangerously lopsided. There was one male for every ten females who survived the plague. It turns out the disease did discriminate in so far as it favored males.

Half of Henly's class attended graduation with enormous bellies, and one of the girls actually went into labor at almost the same instant she grabbed her diploma. Many of the women living in her housing block also sported baby bellies, including her mother who was practically bursting at the seams.

She stayed awake at night more than once, pawing off as she laid awake wondering who it was who planted their seed deep in her mother's tummy. It could be anyone, she knew. It might even have been her. She'd fucked many men and women both young and old. At first it had been every other day, but as things progressed, she'd only been called in once a week, which is how it remained from then on.

As Henly was settling into her new job in the ship's maintenance department, the pregnancy pandemic turned into a plague of childbirth. The hospital was inundated with mothers, daughters, sisters, sons, fathers, and brothers all giving birth. Friends and colleagues, even her mother gave birth to healthy children all within weeks of one another. Of course the men were given a short reprieve after that, to tend to their newborns, but many of the women were still available.

Henly was still being called to the hospital every weekend. She knew the drill very well by then. Each time, Dr. Coco (who by then fussed over a swollen belly of her own) would lead her to one of the bedrooms and leave her there. She undressed, folding her clothes neatly on the bedside table opposite the faintly glowing screen.

Making herself comfortable on the bed, Henly waited. As always, it was only a few minutes before the door hissed open. The bed shifted under the weight as her new lover crawled up onto the bed, blindly groping along Henly's luscious body to try and orient themselves.

She reciprocated the gesture, exploring the new woman's body with a gentle touch until she figured out where everything was. Her fingers danced over a modest bust then trailed down a set of narrow hips to a pair of firm, toned thighs. She was young, Henly knew. Not only was her body still in a state of development, more or less, but she was proportionately smaller than Henly was. For all she knew, it was the girl's first time. If it was a younger girl. After all, there were some pretty short people on board!

Still, she reached out, gently stroking the other girl's sheathe, coaxing her length from within. It throbbed against her palms, spurting a bit of pre into her hand as she coaxed it to full arousal. Good, she hoped it would be doing a lot more than that. There was just something magical about a load of hot cum spattering the underside of her bust as her partner came that she would never get tired of.

The other girl's hands mimicked her own, echoing every movement and imitating each stroke and squeeze. It had to be her first time. She fumbled about awkwardly in the dark. Maybe she could afford to take her time to ease the girl into it.

Slowly, Henly settled herself between her partner's legs and scooted down, nuzzling all about her damp slit and soft sack. She cradled the orbs within, rolling them between her fingers as she dragged her tongue along the hot cock above them.

Her lover hissed, bucking up against her muzzle pleasantly. Henly grinned inwardly. This was going to be fun. She kissed along the tip of her lover's dick for several moments then closed her lips around it and descended the full length of the virgin tool, even closing her lips around the rapidly swelling knot.

Had she been so quick to cum her first time? Henly couldn't remember. She knew Dr. Coco had given her a session worth remembering, but a lack of blood to the brain made it hard to do just that.

She slathered her tongue all along the underside of her lover's cock, making the girl buck violently against her face. She heard her lover cry out and knew what was coming. Her heart leapt in her chest excitedly as the first load of hot cum splashed against her throat. She eagerly swallowed every rope of the salty cream, suckling on the throbbing length like it was a straw unwilling to give up its sweet ambrosia.

As her lover's orgasm subsided, Henly lifted herself off of the panting girl and scooted forward until she pressed her length against the dropping slit just waiting for her to plunder. She rubbed the tip of her length along the outside for a moment then eased inside. Sure enough, she felt a familiar barrier waiting for her and stopped.

There really was only one way to go about this. As desperate as both of them felt at that moment, it had to be quick. She leaned forward and captured her lover's lips in a deep kiss. She trailed her lips along the inexperienced muzzle up to the base of an ear and whispered "On three, okay? One. Two-..."

She thrust inward quickly, plunging her entire length into the girl's tight boyhood. Both of them cried out, though for very different reasons. God, she was so fucking tight! It felt like a vice was squeezing her sensitive length, threatening to mash it into a tiny spanner-sized cylinder of cock meat! It was all she could do to keep from cumming right there! She felt every quick beat of her lover's heart thrumming against her dick. With as tight as she was, Henly had no doubts breaking her cherry had hurt a bit.

After several minutes, the girl's heartbeat slowed and she turned, nuzzling into Henly neck. "Okay..." she whimpered. "I'm ready."

She almost thought she recognized the voice whispering up at her, but after wondering who she was fucking and who was knocking up everyone she knew, Henly had gotten used to that little voice of possibility tempting her.

Still, a voice letting her know it was okay to start fucking her was all she really needed. Slowly and gingerly, she began to thrust into her lover's tight body. Each time she pushed inward, she could feel her lover's cervix straining against her tip, threatening to burst open every time she forced every inch into her lover's unseen pussy. Her mind began to race with questions of who it was. She knew plenty of short people. Was it Betty from Custodial? She was short, a little over half Henly's size.

She'd bet it was Betty. Her cock gave a short spurt of pre- at the idea of ploughing the little bunny's boyhood. She had no idea the woman was a virgin though. She thought Betty had at least had one boyfriend she'd gone all the way with! Maybe not, though. Clearly, if it was really Betty writhing beneath her.

The little woman whimpered, arching her back to press her modest breast against Henly's ample boobs. "Harder!" she whimpered as quietly as she could.

Henly was all too willing to oblige. She took the woman's arms and guided them around her, just under her own arms. "Hang on," she whispered. The small hands on her back clutched at her soft fur and Henly grinned. Now the fun part.

She eased into it, but each thrust was quicker and harder until she was slamming into the quaking pussy below. Their hips slapped audibly together, mingling with the delicious chorus of her lover's ecstatic screams and cries.

Henly moaned and yipped with every impact, taking the small female with an animalistic vigor. Having been masturbating between her sessions in the Project, Henly's stamina was above and beyond what it used to be. So much so that after several long minutes of ravaging the diminutive woman's pussy, she felt the blast of hot cum she had been hoping for against her boobs.

She'd rode who she assumed to be Betty straight through her refractory period! With a sudden swell of her ego, Henly leaned down and pushed her muzzle into the female's neck, nibbling and suckling gently as she felt her knot begin to swell. "Gonna fuck triplets into you!" she moaned as her knot swelled too large to withdraw any more.

Her unseen lover gasped, whimpering as Henly's knot swelled bigger and bigger, stretching her to an almost painful limit, by the sounds she was making. All the same, the seasoned fennec felt her lover's legs lift and wrap tightly around her waist in the same instant she was squeezed tightly by a the pair of slender arms wrapped around her.

"Gonna cum!" she groaned as her balls tightened agisnt her own dripping slit. Her cock swelled and she felt the battered entrance of her lover's womb finally give way as load after immense load of molten cum spilled forth, flooding the smaller female's womb to the point of overflowing. Between the tight seal of a cervix trying desperately to close and the vulpine's knot, there wasn't a single drop of cum that escaped the small woman's belly.

Panting and spent, they laid against one another, stuck together by a stubborn knot and ever-throbbing dick. They lingered in silence for Henly knew had to be fifteen or twenty minutes when finally a small voice whispered a soft "Thank you."

Whomever she was, Henly knew she was asleep. She smiled, nuzzling and licking along the woman's face, showering the once-virgin in affections until her knot popped free. Even as she pulled out of the woman's abused pussy, her lover remained asleep. As quiet as she could, she reached out for the screen nearby then began to dress.

* * * * *

After the first initial wave of pregnancies, the medical division seemed to rethink their methods. Henly was still called in weekly, but only half as many men and women at once were impregnated at the same time, and the others were starting to be more evenly spread out, seemingly at random intervals. Rumor had it that in their desperation, the food replication supervisors had slipped fertility drugs into the system, hence the sudden pandemic instead of the natural order of things, which appeared to have taken hold again.

In the months that followed, only a few of Henly's acquaintances fell pregnant but there was one that surprised her more than anyone else. Her little sister Jules was pregnant and growing rapidly. Her proceeding checkups revealed she had a healthy pair of twins. Jules was scared, but as before, Henly put on her most confident and bravest smile for her little sister whenever she started to overthink it.

That was before everything changed.

"What do you mean she's already waiting for me?" Henly asked Dr. Coco--who unabashedly nursed her child with one warm while the other cradled an already swelling tummy--as she folded her arms beneath her bust. This was not the normal procedure at all. Henly was always the first one in the room. Then the boy or girl she was supposed to fuck would come in after and they'd get down to it.

"I mean she's probably wondering what's taking you so long," the giraffe said, tilting her head to the side. "Henly, you've been the sire for what, a year now? You've been doing a fantastic job, but now your name has come up for the other side of this coin."

Henly's jaw dropped. She what!? She closed her mouth and chewed on her lower lip nervously. "But I've never been...I haven't.... The last thing I've had stuck up inside me is my fingers!"

"Oh, then you're in for a treat!" Dr. Coco said, grinning wide. "Don't worry, we wont let anything happen to you. And if you want to back out, you know all you have to do is tap the monitor."

Henly scoffed and took a deep breath. She knew this was going to happen. Dr. Coco had explained it had on the first day. She had told her she was going to inseminate and be inseminated, though the choice was hers as to how. For a brief moment, she was tempted to demand an artificial procedure... but she stopped. Her mother and even her little sister had both been fucked. What kind of woman could she claim to be if she was only willing to be the one doing the fucking?

"Alright," she relented. "I guess I better not keep her waiting..."

She spun on her heel and made her way down the corridor. As she came to door number 46, the one she had been assigned to beforehand, she took another steadying breath. Were they going to dim the lights? She looked back toward Dr. Coco and frowned. The giraffe was plainly focused on the infant suckling at her breast.

She stood there, waiting for almost a whole minute before she sighed. Fine. She wasn't going to wait any more. Eager to get this over with, she reached out and hit the door release. The lights went out and a moment later the door hissed open.

No wonder her partners always fumbled around in the dark! She didn't have a single moment to let her eyes adjust! She stumbled forward, trying to remember the layout of the rooms she had been in a hundred times. She stopped after a half dozen steps and bent over with an arm extended. Sure enough, there was the bed.

Taking one last deep breath before the plunge, she carefully crawled up onto the bed until she felt a gentle hand reach out. Gentle fingers raked through her fur and a soft moan graced her ears. She shook her head, planting her hands and knees firmly in the bedding. She pulled her tail to the side and glared into the darkness.

"No foreplay," she hissed. "Just do it."

There was a pause and everything was still. No noise. No movement. Henly began to wonder if she had only been dreaming and woke up on her hands and knees in her own bedroom. Unfortunately, she was mistaken. The bed began to shift again as her lover moved around behind her.

A hand rested on her hip and gave a warm squeeze as the other disappeared. Henly began to wonder if her partner was worried about squashing her feet. She was resting so far back on the bed. To make it easier, and thus go by faster, she spread her legs wide and pushed her feet as far out to the sides as she could.

Her invisible lover didn't scoot forward though. Not right away, at least. Instead, Henly's eyes widened as she felt a wide, flat bulb press against her boyhood. She twisted her head to look over her shoulder, as if to see who was behind her. But of course she couldn't.

Her pussy spread wide around the bulbous head as it pressed firmly into her. Little by little, her lover scooted forward on the bedding. More and more of that fat appendage forced its way deeper into her pussy. Henly whimpered and shook her head vigorously, willing herself to relax so the discomfort would go away.

A dull ache blossomed deep in her belly when that enormous cock seated against her cervix. Thankfully the woman stopped moving, but she was still scooting forward. Why, Henly wondered. Wouldn't that make thrusting a little awkward, bent in such a way when there was clearly several inches left in the cool air of the hospital's sterile environment?

The woman leaned forward and Henly felt her hot breath wash over her pointed ear.

"On three," her unseen partner whispered.

She knew that trick better than anyone. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to protest but it was too late. The woman's hips suddenly slapped against her rump and a fiery pain erupted deep inside. She threw her head back and let out a silent scream. She lifted a hand against herself as if to soothe the pain, but all she felt was the distinct outline of the invading cock. It was HUGE!

Giving a discomforted moan, Henly collapsed onto her shoulders. She clutched at the blankets, shaking her head as the pain turned into an ache. She took deep breaths, thinking of anything but the discomfort. This woman had to be a mare, she just had to. She was much too light to be an elephant or anything that big. She was light, thin, and had a cock that Henly just knew would struggle to fit one of the ship's torpedo tubes.

But she was being still and patient, unmoving. In fact, the mare had leaned over her, pressing her firm breast against Henly's bare back as she reached around to cup the equally luscious bust pressed against the bedding.

Between the mare fondling her boobs and the pressure of being stretched wide by a thick piece of mare meat, the ache began to subside. It still wasn't the most pleasant feeling, but maybe it would get better.

Finally, Henly lifted her weight back up onto her hands. She craned her head around and captured the mare's in a gentle kiss. "You're so fucking big," she whispered. "Please be gentle. I don't... I just-..."

"I know," the mare whispered back and slowly dragged every inch of that gargantuan out of her. When only the tip remained, Henly was shocked to find she felt so empty. She actually missed the appendage that had speared so deep into her body. Then the mare was easing herself back in and Henly actually moaned as her body was spread wide once again.

It kept going and going! There was so much of it! Even as the median ring pushed past her lips and stroked along her sensitive flesh, Henly was sure it would never end! Then she felt those enormous grapefruit sized balls pressing snuggly against her own fuzzy sack and the mare was retreating again.

On and on her lover kept up that slow, torturous pace and each time, Henly moaned like a bitch in heat. Of course, she realized, she was a bitch in heat. Every boy or girl she'd fucked had been in heat and Dr. Coco said the medical computer could determine when a person was at their most fertile time. That left only one conclusion, of course.

Maybe it took the realization in her mind to make her suddenly admit there was in fact an itch that desperately needed a scratch. Suddenly she didn't care that her fate was abundantly clear. She didn't care that the routine was reversed without warning, or that her cervix had been totally obliterated by this gentle giant stretching her womb out. In fact, the only thing she cared about was that gentle giant and her two friends pressing against her on every inward thrust.

Feeling a little more sure of herself and incredibly more hungry for what she knew she would inevitably receive, Henly rocked back against the mare and arched her back. "Fuck me," she breathed. "Fuck a foal into me, now!"

The woman pushed every inch into her again and leaned forward to nibble on one of hear ears. "My pleasure," she moaned.

As her lover straightened up, Henly knew for a fact she recognized that voice! She couldn't place where, but she was absolutely certain she knew this person! But who was it? The taboo of fucking someone she knew, the idea that the animosity was diminished even a little bit sent a new thrill racing through her.

A second later, there was more than the thrill racing through her. The mare wasted no time with a preamble. Their hips slapped together loudly and Henly felt herself rocked violently forward each time her unseen lover forced her incredible spear up into her belly.

She gasped and moaned deeply, curling her fingers in the bedding again for a completely different reason. That immense sack slamming into her own balls and her sensitive clit like a pair of wrecking balls was unlike anything she had ever experience in her life! Every impact sent an increasing shockwave of pleasure rippling through her body until the dam broke and a wall of ecstasy crashed over her.

Henly threw her head back and cried out loudly, uncaring if anybody heard her as she came hard around the cock pushing into her womb again. Her pussy and belly muscles squeezed the tool tightly and she was almost convinced she felt the tip getting bigger inside of her! She lifted an almost violently shaking hand from the bed and pressed it to her tummy. There, she felt the head was indeed getting bigger!

The tip of the mare's cock was flaring outward, turning into an enormous mushroom deep in her uterus until the entire appendage began to pulse and spasm. Where Henly thought the pleasure couldn't get any better, she quickly found she was gravely mistaken. The first great gob of hot cum splashing into her inner sanctum dragged her down faster than before. She yelled out again, or at least she meant to.

Her mouth opened in another silent scream as more and more of that hot cum rushed into her belly. There was so much of it, but of course there was! Her cock was so big, why wouldn't her load be!? Quaking and losing her grip on reality, Henly swore she felt her tummy growing outward, pressing down against her palm more and more with each powerful spurt from that hose buried deep inside. But she had to be mistaken. She just had to.

When she came to, she was laying on her side. Behind her, the mare was gently rubbing her thick rode between her thighs, stroking the impressive meat stick against the soft fennec fur there. She moaned lightly, feeling as though she had just woken from a week long nap. It took her a minute to register the cock gently fucking her thighs or the arms wrapped around her middle, and especially the hands gently rubbing the globe of her cum-swollen tummy.

"What the... fuck?" she whispered, pressing her own hands against the sloshing water-balloon that used to be her slender waist.

"Exactly," the mare whispered with a soft giggle. "I'm still hard if you want another load."

A part of her worried that maybe she might burst if they tried to force more cum into her already full tummy. But another part, the part of her that she knew was in heat, knew the deed had not yet been done. Very slowly, she hefted her gravid body from the bed and turned about to straddle the mare's waist.

Not only did they fit another load inside of her, but another after that before finally depositing a fourth down her throat.

* * * * *

It was only on her next visit to the hospital that Henly discovered she was pregnant. Dr. Coco's excitement and what seemed to be genuine joy made it much easier to accept. That and being able to go back into the dark bedroom first again. What was the point of being on the receiving end when the damage was done?

But that didn't stop Henly from exploring that sexuality. As the months wore on, the program became increasingly relaxed. Everyone in the program knew what they were there for and had made peace with the desired outcome of each of the visits. By the time she began to show, Henly made it a habit of asking all of the women she filled with cum if they wanted to fuck a pregnant girl silly.

Of course many obliged and what had been a two- or three-cum often turned into all day, or all night marathons of cumming in and being filled by the women she was trying to impregnate.

The program didn't last forever, though. Once satisfied there was enough genetic diversity to eventually build a healthy population, the science section announced an end of the Adam and Eve project.

On her second to last session, Henly was shocked when Dr. Coco asked to be with her before her assigned client came in. "You can say no," the giraffe assured her. "I was just hoping my last baby from the program would be from you, again."

"Again?" Henly asked, cradling her gravid tummy. Even a week away from her expected due date, Henly jumped at the chance to burry her knot in a tight hole.

"Yes," Dr. Coco said, leading Henly back into one of the bedrooms. "My second child was yours."

Henly's jaw dropped, even as she slowly began to disrobe--with some effort--and fold her clothes neatly on the beside table. "I thought partners were supposed to be anonymous," she said, struggling up onto the bed where she flopped onto her back and rubbed her globe-like belly. Twins, the scans told her.

"Well, they usually were. But there were two times when I intervened," Dr. Coco said, pulling her long coat open to reveal her mature body beneath. Despite having two kids, her waist was slim and toned her breast, barely contained by a white lace bra, was still quite large, what with having given birth only a month prior. Both of her firm legs were covered with long white garters attached to a lace white garter belt to match her bra. Her matching panties were absent the set, because of course.

Henly felt herself growing stiff and hard just from looking at the sexy giraffe. Her knot had already partially swollen when Dr. Coco straddled her waist, pointing that vulpine cock straight at her waiting slit.

Finally breeding with someone with the lights on was too much for Henly. Years of imagining what her naked lovers looked like didn't compare to having an honest to goodness curvy woman straddling her waist in broad daylight, so to speak. As soon as Dr. Coco impaled herself on her cock, Henly arched her back and cried out. "Oh, fuck!" Her hot seed splashed against the entrance of the giraffe's womb and tricked out to coat their thighs in the hot spunk.

With an unexpected dignity, Dr. Coco started to gently lift and lower herself along Henly's spent cock, unwilling to let it wilt just yet. The giraffe plucked a small pad from her coat pocket on the bed and hummed thoughtfully. "Let's see," she said as she gently rode her pregnant lover, "You've bred 126 men and women and sired 112 children from them, plus the twins you're carrying now."

Henly moaned gently, reaching out to squeeze Dr. Coco's thighs as her hips rocked up against the giraffe's every downward thrust. She could already feel the cum churning in her sack, ready to spill in the woman's belly a second time.

"Median age: 22.7 with a wide variety of species across the board. You've sired eight sets of triplets and eleven pairs of twins. Let's see if we can make it twelve, hm?" The giraffe winked at her, making Henly's cock give a small spurt of pre- inside the doctor's surprisingly tight pussy.

"And none of them know I'm the one who knocked them up?" she asked, though it made sense. She still had no idea whose foals she carried. She had puzzled over it almost every night since it happened but she still hadn't the foggiest idea.

"With the exception of me," Dr. Coco said, "No. We take steps to make sure it's an anonymous coupling, as you've seen."

"But," she moaned as her hips bucked briefly against Dr. Coco's descending pussy, "you intervened twice. When was the second time?"

Dr. Coco smiled and leaned over Henly's gravid tummy. Their lips pressed together for a moment, then the giraffe's nimble tongue tangled with her own. Henly moaned against the kiss, feeling her knot inflating rapidly within the giraffe's momentarily still tunnel.

"The second time I received a request from a concerned mother asking me to assign her daughter to someone we both knew would be gentle and give her daughter a memorable first time. We discussed it and assigned the girl to you." Dr. Coco straightened up, rocking her hips against Henly's swollen knot. "You are the one who gave your sister twins."

Those words sent her higher than she had ever felt before. The world spun around her and her entire body tensed. She squeezed Dr. Coco's thighs tightly, hanging on for dear life as her entire body spasmed and quaked, shaking almost violently as her knot reached its full size and her cock swell, seating itself against the giraffe's cervix.

She came hard and she could swear she could feel every blast of cum bulging outward the girth of her dick as they rushed into Dr. Coco's belly. She yipped and whined, her back arched upward to push her belly and swollen breast into the well lit open air above the bed. She came and came and came, but eventually the pleasure tapered off and abated.

When she opened her eyes, Henly stared breathlessly up at Dr. Coco's smiling face.

"Thank you," the giraffe said, gently stroking a gravid belly that was almost as round and distended as Henly's had been three months prior. She couldn't believe she'd cum that much! The only time she'd seen anything like it was when her own child's sire filled her belly nine months before. She lifted her shaky hands to explore the hot expanse of Dr. Coco's belly and a smile crept over her muzzle.

"I'm thinking quads," she breathed, then collapsed tiredly against the bed.

When her knot finally deflated, the giraffe dislodged herself and slid her coat back onto her shoulders, though it wouldn't close around the globe of her belly, leaving the taut flesh and thick sheathe beneath it quite exposed. But the giraffe didn't seem to mind. There, she left Henly to rest for a while before her next partner would arrive.

Tired and spent, Henly allowed herself to drift off to sleep. A short nap, she surmised, would do her a world of good if she were to please her next partner. In the last month or so, her stamina was nearly nonexistent. It took very little effort to leave her tired and sore.

"Wake up," a familiar voice roused her. "Wake up, Henly."

She blinked the sleep from her eyes and groaned. How long had she slept? She still ached along her back and in her hips. It was only a little more than normal, but usually a good night's sleep remedied that.

As her surroundings came into focus, Henly remembered where she was and everything started to fall back into place. She was in the hospital, again. She had just finished fucking Dr. Coco and filling her belly full of cum. And now, her mom was there to make sure she was awake for her next partne-...

"MOM!" she yelped, scooting back away from the mature fennec's naked body. "What are you doing here!?" she asked, trying desperately to look at anything but her mother's full breast, wide hips, and throbbing cock. She couldn't see it, but she could smell the sweet spice of fennec in heat dripping behind her mother's sack.

"This is going to be the last time I get to participate in the project," her mother said, crawling onto the bed slowly. "I wanted it to be with somebody special."Henly jumped out of her skin when her mother's fingers wrapped around her length that had decided to grow erect at some unfortunate point between when she woke up and that moment. "Someone I know will give me a good time."

Henly couldn't move. She just stared wide eyed and slackjawed as her mother bent down, disappearing behind the swell of her belly. A moan betrayed her, sneaking past her lips when she felt a warm, slick tongue slide from knot to tip.

"Mmm," her mother moaned deeply. "I remember that taste," she said as if she'd stumbled upon a pot of gold. "I remember that night very well..."

"What?" Henly asked, trying to sit up so she could see her mother's face. How could her mother remember that taste? Then she remembered how to put two and two together. She stiffened but her cock gave a powerful spurt, splashing hot pre-cum onto her mom's face.

"You were the one I was with here when I got pregnant the second time," her mom said, gently pushing her against the bed again. "Remember? You knotted my muzzle and put your dick down my throat. I suspected it was you, but..."

Henly blushed behind her tan fur. That wasn't saying a lot, was it? She'd done that quite a few times over the years, but... To her knowledge, she'd only ever been with one fennec. Well, two, now that she knew she hadn't actually fucked Betty so long ago... The mere idea she'd sired kits in both her little sister and her mom made her cock spurt another splash of pre- onto the underside of her belly.

"You mean we...?" She shook her head, reaching her hands up to heft her mother's heavy breast in her palms. Still firm and full. Her mother had just given birth two weeks ago, after all. Despite that, Henly couldn't decide whether she was more shocked about how tight her mother's pussy was quickly descending down her throbbing pole or about how much she loved the knowledge she was buried knot deep in the woman who sired her.

Her mother moaned deeply as her tight boyhood squeezed Henly's dick, making her knot swell to full size instantly. "Already?" she breathed, reaching up to cup her own laden breast. "I guess we're going to have to fuck at least twice, aren't we?"

Henly struggled with herself for several minutes as her mother rocked against her swollen knot. She teetered on the cusp of climax in all that time but finally she came to a conclusion. She had taken her sister's virginity and planted two healthy twins in her belly. At some point, she'd fucked her mother well enough that she requested another session with her after giving birth to a healthy kit. And now she was balls deep in that woman who was writhing and moaning above her like a whore.

Was it truly wrong to indulge after all they'd already done? She squeezed her mother's tits, persuading a small squirt of warm milk against her palms. She smiled inwardly and licked her lips. That same milk fed a kit they created together. She explored her mother's tits in earnest, though one hand descended, curling around the throbbing length rubbing against the underside of her belly.

Using her mother's milk as a lubricant, she started to work that dick up and down from knot to tip. Her mom was a complete mess, bucking against both the cock she had impaled herself on and the hand stroking her own. Henly yipped gently as she allowed herself to really get into it. She tried her best to buck her own hips upward against her mother's wanton body and stroked the throbbing tool between them faster.

Her mother stiffened, her eyes and mouth wide in a silent scream. Hot jets of cum flew into the air, landing all over Henly's boobs and belly for several long moments even as her pussy sucked eagerly at the hard cock pressed against her cervix.

Henly joined her mother yipping and gasping as her own orgasm tore through her. Her own hot seed filled her mother's belly. Though not nearly as much as she had pumped into Dr. Coco, Henly was pleased to see her mom's tummy bulge outward slightly by the time their shared ecstasy died off.

Her mom collapsed forward, doing her best to keep her weight off of the immense baby belly in front of her. Panting and gasping for breath, she kissed Henly deeply. In turn, Henly wrapped her arms around her mother and arched her back to press their tits together tightly.

"After you give birth," her mom whispered breathlessly, "I wanna put another baby in you myself. It's only fair, right?"

Henly was in no position to answer. She just moaned and captured her mother's lips in another deep kiss. They made love four more times that night, with a break for poor Henly between each climax then went home together.

Two weeks later, the program came to a close with an announcement from the captain, whose voice finally fell into place as the mare who gave Henly two beautiful foals. There were more children than adults and many of the abandoned housing blocks had been expanded and converted into nurseries where the survivors could raise their children together.

The strangest puzzle left to the science department was the odd ratio of men and women. After the plague, there had been one male for every ten females but after Adam and Eve, the ratio had climbed to one out of one hundred with no signs of stopping. Somehow, genetics had been altered among the survivors to favor X chromosomes and nobody could explain why. Then, nobody cared to by that point.

Family units developed normally after that with new relationships forming as one would expect. The biggest difference Henly noticed was how openly everyone considered sex. It was no longer a private matter, something married couples engaged in when they wanted to start a family. Sex from then on had become an open form of entertainment for everyone, an act shared by all without the cloak of animosity. Incest was no longer frowned upon since the genetic pool had been so mixed and muddled in the years the Adam and Eve Special Project had been active. Sibling familial units were common, as Henly was pleased to discover after making her relationship with Jules public.

She knew Jules was being intimate with other people on the side, just as Jules knew Henly had more than one trist with the captain, among others. But neither cared. Sex was one thing, but their love for one another was something neither shared with anybody else.

Caressing her belly swollen with her mother's baby, Henly laid in bed, contemplating the new life the ship had taken on. She stared at her sister's sleeping face and smiled inwardly. The plague had decimated all of them, but in the end it had created so many new opportunities for happiness. Without the plague, she was sure she would have graduated from school, gone into engineering and lived to be a lonely old maid. But that would never happen now. For any of them.