New Life
An entry for the SoFurry Endangered Species Contest. It's a short story contest, and anything under 10,000 words is short for me. Enjoy.
New Life
"Where are we going Mother?" Terry asked. The two Siberian tigers were in her Cadillac, headed downtown. She was driving, as usual, but she had not told him where they were going. Terry was growing suspicious. It was too late for lunch, too early for dinner, and she wasn't due for another shopping spree for at least a month. "This isn't another blind date, is it? Mother?"
"No." Her answer was brief. Too brief to be the whole truth. Now Terry was getting apprehensive.
Terry was a continual source of disappointment for his mother. She was a successful marketing executive. She had procreated early, as she called it, finished her degree while collecting maternity benefits and then consigned her son to a series of daycare centres and care givers while she ascended the corporate ladder. She radiated power, confidence and style. At fifty-five her life was in order ... almost.
Terry, on the other paw, was a starving graphic artist who also drew cartoons and posted them on the internet. He was shy and submissive, despite being nearly 300 kilograms of muscle and fur. He had dated only a little in high school, less in the single year of collage he attended, and not at all since. He preferred baggy sweatshirts, jeans and sneakers to the designer clothes his mother bought him when she dragged him along on her shopping trips. He was too like his father, she often complained, good genes but no motivation, no drive. Terry wouldn't know if this was true or not; his father had fled the marriage before he was born. That alone showed that his father was braver than him, Terry supposed. With little money and no prospects, he was still living at home.
His mother still wanted one more thing out of life; grandchildren, at least one of them. Someone to carry her genes onward, and hopefully accomplish more with them than Terry had. Her efforts to mate her son with an acceptable female had begun shortly after he had dropped out of school. Despite his pleas for her to stop interfering, her attempts continued with the same regularity as her shopping binges, but with less success. Now he feared that she was growing desperate.
His fears were justified.
She pulled the Cadillac over in front of a freshly refurbished building in the trendy part of town. The facade was all chrome and green-tinted glass. Etched into the glass of the entry were just two words "New Life".
"What is this place mother? Some kind of spa?" Terry had a feeling that it wasn't, but he was hoping that it was.
"It's a breeding centre, Terry. You have an appointment in five minutes."
"A breeding centre?" His voice rose to as close to a roar as it ever had. "What the heck is a breeding centre?"
"It is a place where creatures of superior genetics can go to procreate without the formality, or burden, of mating for life. I wish they had them when I was young." She added with a sigh.
"A sperm donor clinic?"
"Perish the thought. That is just ... unnatural. No grandchild of mine will be raised in a test-tube."
"That's not how it works, mother."
"Nevertheless, I'll have none of that sordid business for my grandchild. This way you are at least assured who the parents are. I have gone through their portfolio to select the most suitable mother and submitted samples of your DNA for comparison. Everything is arranged."
"My DNA? Where did you get samples of my DNA?"
"Mother does your laundry dear. At least I pay someone to do your laundry. Learn to rinse your pyjamas if you don't want to be embarrassed. Now you get yourself in there and do me proud. I'll be in that cafe across the street waiting for you."
Terry's anger rose in him, and then just as quickly subsided. His mother had cowed many a stronger will than his. He exited the Cadillac and entered the building with his head bowed and his tail down.
In the lobby a sign directed males to their orientation briefing in room two on the left, females to a room on the right. Terry briefly fantasized about fleeing through the rear but there did not seem to be a door leading that way. He was also afraid that he would find his mother staked out in the alley to cut off his escape. He turned left and entered the orientation room.
Inside there were several comfortable chairs, most of which were occupied, and a large display screen. Another door, similar to the one he had just entered through, stood in the opposite wall. There were several other males already present. A large Rhino smiled at him and waved hello. A chubby panda looked up shyly from his chair in the corner, but quickly looked away. A pure-white polar bear bounded up to him and slapped Terry on the back, then just as suddenly scowled and slunk back to his seat. Terry took one of the last unoccupied chairs and sat down.
A moment later two gorillas in security guard uniforms entered the room. Terry shrunk into his chair, what was going on? Was this a bust? Had his mother left him at a house of ill repute? The guards passed on either side of him and grabbed the polar bear instead. Terry had to jump out of the way as they dragged the struggling bear towards the door to the lobby. The bear swore at the gorillas and fought at first. Then it tried to joke with them, laughing crazily, and even made a lewd suggestion to one of the guards. Finally, the white bear slumped between them, crying, its feet dragging behind as they struggled to lug him through the narrow doorway.
Terry looked on in wonder, as did the two remaining males. After the door closed and cut off the bear's wails Terry started tidying up the room automatically. He picked up an overturned chair and turned it to face the screen. When he went to sit again he was startled to see that another gorilla was standing there. It was a much older gorilla, in a tailored suit, with silver hair on its head and neck and the back of its paws.
"Welcome to New Life." The old gorilla said. "Please forgive the display. Our Polar Bear friend has been here several times in the past and he is always disruptive. We have an injunction against him but he keeps showing up. He was turned down for our program after our tests revealed that he is suffering from manic-depressive disorder. He also attempted to mate with males as well as females. Clearly unsuitable for our breeding program."
"A Bi, Bi-Polar, polar bear. Cool." The Rhino quipped. The gorilla frowned at the attempt at humour.
"Let us continue with the orientation." The gorilla intoned, and proceeded to cover the history and philosophy of the breeding program. While he talked inspirational images filled the display screen behind him. He noted that they had been selected not only for the quality of their DNA, but also by analysing the questionnaires they had completed. This was news to Terry; he suspected that his mother had filled them in herself. They had probably been impressed by the force of her personality, as well as the genetic traits of whatever sample she sent in. He wondered if he were participating in some illegal act, conspiracy to misrepresent one's spooge.
The gorilla was just wrapping up his lecture. "So gentle creatures, we set up this clinic in order to preserve our mutually endangered species as well as preserve that spark of physical contact that we believe is so necessary in the reproductive process. You will find your room assignments on the list by the door on your left. There you will find compatible mates waiting for you. Take all the time you want, and do not hesitate to return for further sessions as necessary." On that note he turned abruptly and left through the lobby door.
"Talk about one serious dude." The rhino shook his head as he found his assignment on the list. "He wouldn't even say 'come again' in case we took it the wrong way." Terry was too scared to reply, and the panda barely cracked a smile. The rhino shrugged and held the door open for then. "I can see that you two are going to have a ton of fun. Catch you later."
* * * * * * * *
Raymond made his way to his assigned room apprehensively. The black rhino had known that this place was different from the other preservation programs, but he had not expected the sombre attitude. His unquenchable sense of humour had been one of the factors that had kept him unmated so far. He got nervous around females, and when he got nervous he tended to go into a manic series of jokes and imitations. Sort of a comic defence mechanism. Most of the female rhino's took the whole extinction thing pretty seriously though, and his jokes about cloning horny bastards tended to kill the mood. Maybe he had made a mistake coming here.
But Raymond did want to preserve his species. He also wanted to get laid at least once before he died. This place seemed like a good way of doing both. He knew that his genetic makeup was okay, but he had not risked filling out the personality profile himself. It would have been too tempting to pick the weirdest answers just for fun. He had asked his sister, a serious female but one loyal and protective of her little brother, to fill it in for him.
"You know my good points." He had said, waggling his twin nose horns. "Just emphasise them and smooth over the bumps." She must have done a good job, because he was in. Although they had told him that there was only one compatible match for him. God, he thought, I hope that she's not, like, into philosophy or saving the whales or anything. It would also be nice if she wasn't butt ugly, but he couldn't afford to be too choosy.
Raymond came to room he had been assigned, number five, and he stood outside wondering what to do. Should he knock, or go straight in? Was this female expecting someone bold and dashing, or someone polite and serious? He wished that he had remembered to ask his sister about that questionnaire. Given the lack of chuckles in the orientation briefing he thought it best to knock.
"Come in." It was hard to tell much from the voice, other than that it was female. Raymond straightened up, took a deep breath and entered.
The room looked like a deluxe hotel suite. There was a big round bed in one corner, a kitchenette with a mini-bar in another corner, a big soft rug in front of a fireplace on the left, and through an open door on the right, a luxurious bathroom. The fire was crackling in the salon, two glasses of champagne were sending up bubbles in the dining area, and the bed was occupied by a mountain of red chintz.
"My name is Claire." The mountain spoke. "And you must be Raymond." The mountain was a large female rhino he realized, wearing about twenty square yards of lingerie.
Raymond swallowed hard. Claire was easily as big as him, and he was pretty big as rhinos go. Her ears were large and shaped like trumpets. Her horns were broad and rounded. Her skin was wrinkled around her nose and eyes, tight across her pendulous belly, and hung in folds over powerful hips and shoulders. She had put bright red lipstick around her mouth, and mascara on her eyelashes. He even detected a hint of colour on her cheeks. She was gorgeous.
His nerves were shattering in her presence. His lips were trying to move, to form words, but he kept them clamped shut, because he knew what kind of words they would form. They would not be the serious kind. She raised one heavy arm and crooked a digit in the traditional 'come here' gesture and his knees almost gave out from under him. Momentarily distracted, his mouth escaped from his control and took over.
"Say, is that a horn or are you just happy to see me?" Her seductive look disappeared as her eyes flew open in shock. "I like a mystery, but you've got more wrinkles than the Agatha Christy collection." He tried to stop but the effort only made him break out in a sweat. "Hey, I've heard that big girls rock, but if you get going you'll bring the building down." His began to clench his digits, desperate to be out of there. "Your kidnappers called, they want a million for you, and two million for shipping and handling." He clamped his paws over his mouth, and waited in horror for the explosion that was bound to come.
It did. She threw her head back, opened her mouth wide, and roared ... with laughter.
"Oh God, I think I wet myself." She gasped when she finally caught a breath. "I knew that you would have a sense of humour from your profile, but I never imagined ... are you a professional entertainer?"
"No." his mouth answered before his brain could fully engage. "I'm a professional carpet layer. But I charge by the square yard, so better get a second mortgage if you want me to lay you." He cringed. That one was bad even by his standards.
Claire did not seem to think so. She rolled off the bed and strode over to give him a hearty slap on the back, a hard one. Raymond bit his tongue.
"Oh, baby." She said when she heard him yelp in pain. "Let me take a look." She pulled his paws away from his mouth and forced it open so she could peer inside. "You know I'm kinda relieved." She said absently as she examined his wound. "I was afraid that I was going to draw another one of those pompous 'save the species' tailholes. It's just a nick, you'll live." She smiled at him and seemed to notice his stricken expression and the glow of sweat on his brow for the first time. "Hey. Are you okay?" She asked, concerned. "You are sweating like a pig. Is this your first time here?"
"Uh, yeah." He admitted, feeling like an amateur in the presence of a pro. "You, uh, come here often?"
Claire laughed again as his unintentional pun. "No, actually. I've been here twice before but I didn't hit it off with either of the dullards they hooked me up with, so there was no 'coming'. Not that I'm, like, inexperienced or anything." Now it was her turn to look nervous. "Don't get me wrong, I don't sleep around, it's just ... damn." Her pretty red lips started to twitch and Raymond could sense that she was on the verge of nervous tears herself. "I'm blowing this aren't I?"
"Not yet, but if you play your cards right ..." Raymond bobbed his brows comically.
Claire collapsed against him, laughing lightly; one paw was on his chest, caressing him idly. The other went under his arm and came to rest between his shoulder blades. She pressed her ample bosom against him and rubbed her hips against his. A sensation other than humour rose up in Raymond; or rather, it caused part of Raymond to rise up.
Claire's eyes narrowed at the presence of the intruder. She reached down and fumbled at Raymond's fly. A moment later she reached inside and dragged the interloper out. It was roughly the size, colour and thickness of the portion of fire hose you often see hanging down from the reel. But it was not hanging; it was as stiff and as hard as a hose under pressure. Claire wrapped her paw around it and fingered the slit at its tip. A new kind of smile blossomed on her face.
"Not a professional comic, eh? Well, normally I don't take on amateurs, but I'm sure I have an opening for you around her somewhere." She began to stoke his cock, inflating it even more.
Claire proved to be experienced at divesting rhinos of their clothes at least. It took less than a minute for them to find themselves naked and locked together in a passionate embrace. Her paws caressed his bottom and fondled his balls while his explored her breasts and nether regions. Claire pulled him toward the bed while managing to main contact from lips to crotch. When they arrived, she turned and dropped to her knees, resting her shoulders on the mattress. She raised her broad butt up looked around with a sly smile. Then she raised her rope-like tail to reveal the two holes beneath it.
"Pick a hole," she said, seductively, "but remember what you came here for."
Raymond remembered. He placed the blunt tip of his extended cock against the soft wet opening of her vagina. He gave it a little push and felt the lips part around it. It felt good, damn good. He shuffled forward and more of his length vanished inside her. He continued to feed her the hose until the tip came up against some resistance deep inside, but that was okay, because his shaft had all but disappeared and his balls were bumping gently against her thighs. He pulled back in one long stroke and then he drove himself back in.
Soon he was pumping her pussy like the piston on a steam engine. In and out, his heavy breathing and her moans mimicking the sounds of the motor while the slap of his sack on her thighs kept time. He looked down and marvelled at the way her cunt sucked in and out around his pulsating pole, gleaming with the juices that lubricated them. Her tailhole seemed to wink at him, tempting him to switch, but he resisted. His balls were already swollen with years of pent-up rhino babies and this one was for the species. He had a feeling that there would be future opportunities for sexual experiments soon enough.
Claire's cries increased in length and volume. Raymond's stokes became shorter and quicker. She screamed and a flood of hot fluids exploded from her. He stopped breathing as molten fire shot through his shaft in return. He buried himself deep inside her, pulling her hips against him as they both went into spasms of ecstasy. Her cries trailed off, he remembered to breathe, and they collapsed, still joined together, on the great circular bed.
* * * * * * * *
Peter passed the rhino while the latter was staring at the door to room number five. His assigned room was number seven, two doors down, and the tiger had already passed room eight and looked to be heading for room nine. So there would be an empty room between each of them, and Peter blessed the gods for that. He didn't think that he could do this while listening to two large violent creatures like them bouncing off the walls on either side of him.
Peter was a giant panda with the traditional black and white markings and although smaller than the rhino and the tiger, he was still very large. Fat actually. Not baggy saggy fat, but he could stand to lose a few kilos. Okay, he admitted, a couple of dozen kilos, tops. He was also very shy, so shy that he had great difficulty approaching females. He had a very romantic view of the other sex, but all the same urges as the other young males. The conflicting emotions made it so he could not even look at females directly without breaking out in a rash, and an erection.
Then he had read about the extreme peril that his species was in due to high impotency and low fertility rates amongst the males. He had gone to a sperm donor clinic to be tested and the results had come back as excellent. He was about to sign up as a regular contributor when he heard about New Life. He spent a week rubbing cream into his skin because of it, but the thought of a fairly anonymous coupling and what that could do for his confidence was too much to resist. It took all of his willpower, and two jars of ointment, but he managed to fill out the paperwork and register with the breeding service.
And here he was. Pre-medicated against hives with a shot of epinephrine from his family doctor but feeling like he was about to fall off a tall building all the same. He heard the rhino knock and decided that he should follow suite. A soft voice bade him enter.
He was impressed by the room. It was the kind of place he always dreamed of spending a ski vacation in, without the skiing preferably. The roaring fire, the well stocked bar, the half-naked panda reclining on the rug, the Jacuzzi in the ... whoa.
Peter looked again. There was a female giant panda on the rug, leaning on one elbow with her legs curled up under her. She was wearing a silk robe, and the robe was open to reveal mostly everything. Only the position of her legs and the silk clinging to the tips of her breasts kept her from total exposure, but the effect was even more erotic than plain nudity would have been. Peter's paw slipped off the door's knob and he heard it close automatically behind him.
She was not slim, but not exactly fat either. Pleasantly rounded, his father would have said. She had plump thighs, large round breasts, smooth hips, and sparkling black eyes. She looked to be older than his twenty years, but how old was hard to tell. It always was with his species.
"Come, join me." Her voice had a pleasant lilt to it, almost a musical quality. The accent gave her away as having grown up in the old country. That was not unusual, although some panda families had been living here in North America for generations there was still a steady flow of immigrants. It was said that is some cities, they would soon outnumber the European species.
Peter stepped closer, but stopped on the edge of the rug. He could feel the goose bumps under his fur threatening to break out despite the preventative medication. He folded his paws together, squeezed them tight and looked away from her.
"You are so young." She said in that musical voice of hers. "And so shy. But I can see that you do not find me undesirable." She giggled. Peter suddenly realized that the front of his trousers were under considerable stress, as was he. "Please sit beside me and relax ... a little bit at least." She reached up and caressed the inside of his calf as she spoke.
Peter decided that it was safer to sit with his les crossed and his arms folded on his lap. He collapsed onto the floor beside her. The female panda gave him a patient smile and slid up against him. She rested her head on his thigh and put a delicate paw on his thigh. Only a thin layer of cotton separated her fur from touching his! Peter's head almost exploded.
"My name is Meimei." She said as she traced an intricate pattern on his leg. "I came to this country ten years ago when I was eighteen to marry a wealthy importer who was much older than I. He was also from the old country, but had been here far longer. Still, he wanted a wife whose values and behaviour would reflect his cultural upbringing. My role was to provide him sons. My family was very large and I have many brothers and nephews, so it is likely that I will have many sons. I was not chosen for beauty, but for fertility."
"But you are beautiful!" Peter interrupted, and he meant it. Peter found most females beautiful. Whether they were fashion model thin or rubenesque, he truly adored them all.
"You are very kind, Peter, but not wise in the ways of the world." Her paw slithered up to his shirt and began to undo the buttons. Peter was petrified, afraid to breathe. "We have been trying for ten years but without success. When there was no pregnancy after five years, we were tested. I am fine, but his seed was very weak. He tried everything, traditional medicine, western drugs, prayer; but nothing helped. After a few more years he could not even raise the bamboo stalk to the pearl gates." She was finished with his buttons. With a soft tug she pulled his shirt out of his pants so it hung open. She slid her paw inside and rubbed his chest with her palm. Shifting position, she knelt in front of him.
With both paws free she went to work on his belt buckle and trousers. "He still wants sons, and in our culture a son that you raise is as much an heir as a son of your seed. He would have adopted but no pandas are up for adoption here, and while there are plenty of female babies available back in the old country there are no males. As there is no problem with my fertility the solution seemed obvious." She brushed his paws aside when he feebly tried to stop her. With a gentle push she put him back until he had to lean on his arms or lie down. He chose to lean. He suddenly realized that she had slipped out of the silk robe and was now naked. Her dark nipples peaked out from the white fur covering her small, firm breasts. Further down, a tuft of white on a black background marked where her legs came together.
"Couldn't you have gone to a sperm bank." He winced at the crude term. "I mean an artificial insemination clinic?"
"That is where my husband assumes that I am now." She said with a sly grin. "But why should I be denied a gentle touch, a lover's embrace, or their passion? Even if only for an hour." Meimei eased his legs out from under him and removed his shoes and socks. She set them to one side. Then in one smooth motion pulled off both his pants and underwear. She folded them neatly and placed them on top of his shoes. She turned back to him and smiled down at the pink pole that stuck up from the black fur of his crotch. Embarrassed, Peter lurched forward and brought his paws up to cover his erection. But she moved with incredible speed, and strength, intercepting his paws in mid-air and stopping them dead. Now she held his eyes with hers, eyes so dark they were almost black he noted, and she brought his paws to her chest, placing one on each breast. He felt the nipples hard against the sensitive skin of his palms.
"You're, uh, husband ... he isn't the, uhm, suspicious, vindictive type, is he?" Peter asked hesitantly.
"He will likely never know, and once he has a son he will not care." She assured him. As she spoke she inched closer to him. Keeping his paws pressed hard against her breasts, she swung one leg and then the other over his hips so that they were seated facing each other. She was between his out-flung legs, and hers were around him. Meimei then pulled her feet together and drew herself forward until the tuft of white fur was resting against the base of his erection. Peter felt warm, moist flesh on his balls below.
He did not realize it, but his eyes were as wide as saucers and his mouth hung halfway open. Meimei giggled and reached around behind his head with one paw. She pulled his head down, tilting hers as their lips drew close. Her mouth opened to match his and her eyes closed just before they connected. In a moment Peter's eyes were closed also, as he revelled in the taste of his first real kiss.
Meimei was in control the whole of their time together. She guided his paws, teaching him where and what to do with them to bring her pleasure. He traced her spine, following it to the base of her tail, and beyond. He followed the curves of her torso, discovering sensitive areas under her breasts and at the tops of her hips. At one point she leaned back and pressed his paw between her legs, where a moist portal had opened, the pearl gates. She whispered into his ear how he should rub the pearl at their apex. How hard, how fast, how deep. Peter was a good student, and soon instinct took over and she stopped her instruction. He used his digits on her like a violinist uses his bow, and she responded like the strings, vibrating under his touch.
She touched him too, but only lightly and not too often least he waste his seed. A caress here, a squeeze there, the gentle and fleeting touch of wet fur on stretched skin. He felt her teeth on his fuzzy ear, her tongue inside, exploring. It nearly drove him wild. When Peter thought that he could take no more she pulled herself up and onto his lap, trapping his aching member between them. Raising her hips up, she reached underneath to guide his spear to the portal of heavenly bliss. Without releasing his ear, she let her weight spread the portal around his shaft as she slid down a bit at a time, lubricating him with her juices as she went.
Once fur was mingled with fur and flesh was matched with flesh she rose up again, angling her hips so that his pole caressed her pearl all the way. Just as he was about to pop out of her she drove herself down again, and repeated the cycle. Peter shifted his paws to her buttocks to help her, but she was strong and sure, so he let them roam over her as she churned on him.
Meimei called out to him in her native tongue, words that he did not recognize, but ones that sounded sweet all the same. She was moving faster on him now, rubbing herself hard on his shaft on shorter and shorter strokes. She suddenly stopped at the top of her revolution, her hips bucking wildly as she rubbed the nub of flesh against the sensitive skin under the tip of his cock. Her eyes were open now, and her teeth were bared. Her foreign words took on a demanding tone.
Peter did not know what she was demanding, but he had a feeling she was about to get it. A sensation was growing in his testicles, one that he could not stop, even though he tried to resist, tried to make the moment last forever. He gasped for air as he fought back the urge. It was no use. His eyes went wide as his control collapsed. When she saw that she dropped back down, burying his burning sword in her silken sheath one last time. A stream of fire escaped his loins, a flood from hers. His spooge burned inside her, her waters baptised him. They wrapped their arms tightly around each other and cried out in words of love older than either culture.
They remained that way for what seemed like hours to Peter, grinding against each other ever more slowly until they were at rest, and still they embraced. Finally Meimei pushed herself back to lean an arm's length away from him, their bodies, still joined at the hips, forming a 'Vee'. At first Peter's expression was one of gratitude, but it soon changed to one of sadness. She had what she came for, now she would go home and wait. He would never forget her, or their time together, but he was certain that they were done done. She saw his expression change. Meimei gave him an enigmatic smile and caressed his cheek with her paw.
"We should rest and do this again." She told him. "Just to be certain that there is enough." His face brightened considerably at the suggestion. "And you know," she continued, lecturing him now, "it could be two months before we find out if it takes. It would be wasteful to wait until then before trying again. I suggest that we meet here weekly until we are certain that I am pregnant."
Peter smiled back at her now, but a little sadly. "I love you Meimei. But one day we must part and my heart will break. But I'm willing to put that day off for a few more weeks."
"weeks?" Her brows rose wickedly. "Did I not say that my dear husband wants lots of sons? It will be years before I am too old to bear more." Now she was laughing openly.
Peter crushed her to his chest, joining in her laughter.
* * * * * * * *
Terry stood nervously in front of the door marked number nine. He did not want to go in, but he could not just leave; his mother was sure to find out and it would become another source of criticism. There were factors at play here that his mother was not aware of. Mainly the fact that Terry was not attracted to females, especially tigers. With only his mother to serve as an example he had developed an aversion to both at an early age. Terry was not quite sure what he was attracted to, actually.
Terry knew that he would have to enter the room. His mother would have figured out some way of getting feedback on his performance despite any privacy clauses that there might be in the paperwork she had submitted in his name. But maybe, once inside, he could figure out a way of avoiding the coupling. Perhaps if he came off like a real tailhole the female would walk out with the deed unconsummated. That approach would not work if she was anything like his mother though, she was known for overcoming all obstacles to close a deal. That and the fact that no one could be a bigger tailhole than his mother when her back was up.
Terry knocked, hoping that the perfect match for whatever personality his mother had filled in on the forms was a docile, submissive, wimp ... like his father, or him.
A powerful voice rang out. "It's about time. Get your tail in here."
Terry's hopes evaporated. He almost turned and ran right then, would have if the door had not been pulled open with enough force to suck him halfway into the room. A massive stripped paw reached out, grabbed his shirt, and hauled him the rest of the way in.
He found himself face to face with a tigress that, other than being younger, could have been his mother. She had the same determined look, the same gym-toned body, the same aggressive stance. She even managed to look business-like in a lacy push-up bra, translucent panties and high heels. They were all designer label goods, he noted; she was undressed for success. She was obviously someone on their way up the corporate ladder, although still near the bottom. From the suspicious scowl to the impressive physique, she was the image of his mother. Terry could almost feel his testicles shrinking.
The tigress was still wearing a small wrist watch with a narrow band, appropriate for the office or bedroom, he supposed. She glanced at it impatiently.
"I'm Rachel. You're Terry. I have a three o'clock in the Minto centre. Get undressed." The voice, the tone! His testicles did more than shrink, they dissolved and were absorbed back into his body. Terry just stood there, frozen. Her frown deepened, drawing the black stripes on her forehead together in a point. "What is wrong? You aren't having second thoughts, are you? You seemed so decisive in your emails, but now ... it's my body, isn't it? Look, I know I said that I was a size eight but I've been bulking up for the Iron Tiger Triathlon. That's it, isn't it?" She asked, anxiously.
"Nooo ..."
"Then what is it?" Like his mother, she could go from apprehensive to angry in an instant. Also like his mother, she was a natural interrogator. When Terry did not answer immediately she started firing questions at him, using his monosyllabic answers to guide her. She quickly extracted facts about his sexuality that his mother was blind to. Terry finished by recounting his suspicions regarding the counterfeit registration process.
"God, how did I get myself into this?" Rachel asked the ceiling. "You wait here." She ordered Terry. "I'm going to have a little chat with the management." She pulled a robe on and stormed out of the room.
* * * * * * * *
The founder and director of the breeding centre, the mountain gorilla Nelson Gorbinga, was in his office listening to the audio monitors they had installed in the rooms for security's sake, although he was listening more for his own enjoyment. He had been amused by the rhino's initial exchange, but the panda's tender beginnings had brought back memories of his departed mate, he switched channels with a tear in his eye. He had caught the tail end of the two tigers' conversation, so he was not surprised when the female came busting into his office. It was not the first time something like this had happened, and he was prepared.
He listened patiently to her tirade about the centre's legal and moral responsibility. He sat unmoving while she spat invectives about their lack of a proper screening process. Finally she ran out of steam in the face of his silence.
"I can assure you that the DNA sample did not come from his mother. It was most definitely male. The physical and mental attributes shown in his genetic profile are accurate. Also, studies have shown that the undesirable traits you speak of are not inherited. You chances of having a homosexual, bisexual or asexual cub are the same no matter what the parent's orientation. And timidness has been attributed to upbringing." He told her. "While we here believe that, uhm, personal contact in the conception process is desirable, it is scientifically unnecessary. If you still feel that his genetic attributes are suitable for your child there are alternatives." He pointed to a large cardboard box in the corner behind the door she had entered through. "I believe that you will find everything you need in that box."
The tigress bent over and opened the box. She rummaged around inside and came up with a long, thick tube with a red rubber bulb on one end.
"A turkey baster? What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" She asked. Nelson explained.
After a few more questions and a slight discount on her registration fee, Rachel left carrying the box. Nelson went back to monitoring the boisterous rhinos, but he kept half an ear on the tiger's channel, just in case.
* * * * * * * *
When Rachel returned she found Terry standing naked in the centre of the room with his paws over his crotch. From her knowledge of tiger physiology she knew that he could not be hiding a tiger-sized erection under there. Terry looked sad and embarrassed.
"Did you try to get it up, for me?" She asked
"Yes." He moaned. "I didn't want to let you down, after my mother defrauded you and all. But it wouldn't work." The big male was almost crying now.
"That's ... sweet." She said, her angry mood momentarily broken. "But unnecessary." She added briskly, all business again. "Look what I have for you." She pulled a laptop out of the cardboard box and set it up on the floor. Turning it on, she let it boot up. The browser opened automatically, displaying the chosen webpage. A number of thumbnail images and a list of titles appeared below a banner with the site's name. A user identification and password were required, and she typed them in carefully from a paper the director had given her. Then she turned the laptop around, motioned Terry to lie down beside her, and selected the tab marked 'Art', and the button to increase the size of the thumbnails.
Terry looked on in curiosity, his nakedness forgotten. "What is this site?" He asked, fascinated by the images of every known breed and creature Yiffing in pairs, in groups, or simply displaying their genitalia.
Rachel did not answer. She was too busy studying the tigers reaction to the various thumbnails. He skimmed over the female and heterosexual couplings. He glanced at the nude males but did not linger on the mammals. Reptiles held his interest longer, but there was one species that he paid particular attention too. Rachel entered a short word in the search box. The screen filled with monochrome images of a marine mammal.
"What is that?" Terry asked excitedly. Rachel glanced down, past his washboard abs to his groin. Something was stirring there.
"It's an Orca. A killer whale, Terry."
"But it has arms and legs, and a rather large ..." Terry blushed. His own 'rather large ...' was standing up on its own now.
"Must be some sort of mutant." Rachel mumbled regretfully as she watched Terry's penis inflate. Still, waste not, want not. She let him take over the laptop while she rummaged in the box the gorilla had given her. Finding the items she needed, she got up and headed for the bathroom.
"Enjoy yourself, Terry." She called as she closed the door. "But no pawing off. Those little tadpoles are mine."
Terry did not hear her. He was too busy opening images of the big male orca most often depicted. Their existence was endangered too, he recalled. He wondered if they had breeding centres like this for them in Vancouver or San Francisco. His cock was stretched beyond anything he had ever experienced before, and a warm sensation was spreading across his buttocks. Unconsciously his tail had come up to lay along his spine. One paw strayed downward, wrapped itself around his throbbing shaft, squeezed ever so gently.
"What did I tell you? Get that paw where I can see it!" Terry dropped his cock and turned to the demanding voice. His eyes went wide. Rachel was standing in the doorway to the bathroom wearing a black and white neoprene wet suit. A rubber tail and dorsal fin had been added to it. She had flippers on her feet and a facemask painted to resemble an orca. Strapped to her waist was a harness holding a dildo the same size and shape as the penis of the orca on the website. In her left paw she held a stainless steel basin. In her right was a turkey baster.
Rachel waddled into the room, the dildo swaying back and forth before her. She saw that Terry's erection had lost some of its bounce.
"Oh, look at that one!" She pointed to the laptop. Terry turned. The orca was engaged in a sexual act with a lion. The orca had it down on its knees and was holding its tail up with one ... paw, flipper? Terry was not sure. From this angle he could see that the orca's cock was buried deep in the tailhole of the lion. The lion was wearing sunglasses, but his facial expression still managed to convey a combination of pain and ecstasy. White spooge was shooting from the lion's own, smaller, penis.
Terry could not tear his eyes away from the image. His cock sprang back up, hard and ready. But ready for what? He felt two powerful paws grab his ass and pull him up onto his knees.
He was facing the gas fireplace. When he looked up from the screen he could see himself, and Rachel, reflected in the smoky glass of the door. The blurred image made it easy to imagine that the figure now kneeling behind him was the orca from the website. He looked down at the laptop again, up to the reflection, down, up. His balls started to twitch in anticipation.
He did not have long to wait. He heard a squirting sound and felt something cool and wet on his ass. The orca, he kept telling himself that it was an orca, spread lubricant around his tailhole a bit, before poking an experimental digit inside.
"Eeouwwgh, I mean, Bay-bee, what a sweet tight ass you have." Rachel was speaking in a deep voice, with a slight accent, trying to sound different at least, if not orca-like. "I just want to, uhm, squeeze those cheeks of yours forever." Terry's bum wiggled happily, so she caressed them, running her paws in their rubber gloves up his back and down again.
The digit penetrated him again and Terry almost came from the pleasure it gave him. It searched around, lubing him up good. His hips were bouncing with excitement, trying to get the digit to probe deeper, but it was withdrawn. A moment later he heard a 'clang' and looking under him, saw that the basin was on the floor just in front of where the tip of his cook bounced in the air. He felt the paws return to his butt, gathering a pawful of each cheek before pulling them apart, stretching his hole.
"Here goes nothing." Came in a whisper before the deeper voice returned. "Hang on tight, Terry, the ride is about to begin."
Something slick and pointy probed the tight ring of his tailhole. It wiggled inside, just barely parting him at first, but increased pressure from behind drove it further in. The further it went in, the thicker it got. The thicker it got, the more of terry's sensitive inner skin came into contact with it. The more contact, the greater the sensation became. By the time the rubbery suit was against his buttocks and the dildo, no he thought, the orca, was fully seated there were fireworks going off inside him. And they wanted out.
The marine phallus pulled out in a long, sensual stroke, before returning to widen his hole again. The lube was doing its job well, but Terry was adding to it by secreting fluids of his own. In and out it went, building on the pleasure of previous stokes until Terry could hardly stand it. He bit his lip to keep from crying out as he watched the orca in the fireplace glass pounding away behind him. The orca lifted his tail, held it up in one paw/flipper just like the image on the screen and Terry could not hold back anymore.
Terry gripped the carpet in his powerful paws and tore it in two as he roared like he had never roared before. He felt his balls contract and freeze for an instant, before wad after wad of hot, thick spooge shot out. The pitch of his roar rose until he was actually screaming. Behind him, the orca was screaming too.
"Aim for the basin, God damn it! Aim for the basin."
* * * * * * * *
Several years had passed since Terry's encounter at the breeding centre. Life was much better for him now than it had been back then. For one thing, his mother yelled at him a lot less since Rachel had given birth to a cuddly little baby tigress. They got along well, his mother and Rachel did. Mother could now play grandmother, and soon would have another cub to dote on. Rachel was pregnant again, right on schedule, and due to give birth in less than a month. The two of them were shopping for stylish post-natal attire and nursing bras. Terry was waiting by the car.
He realized that they were parked across the street from the breeding centre. The centre had added a wing of doctors' offices a couple of years back. Gynaecologists, urologists and obstetricians mostly. Now they offered services from conception to birth, and beyond. Rachel would be going there for the birth naturally, it was part of the package deal that came with a big discount.
While Terry watched, a couple approached the building. A pair of Rhinos. The male looked familiar somehow. The female was obviously pregnant. They looked happy together. Sunlight glinted off golden bands on their left paws. Married, what do you know. All types were going there these days he supposed.
As they approached the door it flew open. A boisterous trio of little male pandas exited with no concern for others. Behind them, an elderly panda held the door for the rhinos and smiled in apology. The rhinos waited for a young female panda to exit first. His daughter perhaps? She too was very pregnant, and had another baby panda in a carrier. It was wearing blue, another male? The way the older panda put his arm around her waist after they were all out on the sidewalk told Terry that he had been mistaken, this was the proud father. Wow, four cubs and another ready to pop, way to go grampa.
Terry caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned and saw another male panda slip back between a couple of parked cars. The young male, he looked to be about twenty-five, was watching the panda group with a sad smile. As they came in line with his hiding place the female blocked her mate's view, turned her head toward the young panda and gave him a little wave with the paw on that side. The young panda raised a paw in return, and the moment was past. Terry watched the panda as the panda watched the family retreat down the road.
A noise behind him, female laughter, alerted Terry that Rachel and his mother were back from their shopping trip. Between them, suspended by a paw of each of the older females, his daughter Tabitha swung merrily. When she saw Terry she dropped to the sidewalk and ran into his waiting arms. He hefted her up and laughed with her, at what he had no idea. Rachel came and put her arms around the two of them and picked up their infectious laughter. Even his mother was smiling.
"Why don't you two get mated?" His mother commented, eyeing Rachel and Terry. "You always seem so comfortable together, like old hens. But the only time you see each other is when she drops Tabitha off at the house."
"That's not true mother."
"Well there was that scuba vacation you two took together eight months ago. You caught more than fish that time." She chuckled, tapping Rachel's bulging belly with one digit. Rachel and Terry smiled at each other knowingly.
Before his mother could say more there was a commotion across the street. A large white bear came crashing out the front door of the breeding clinic, crossed the road to where they were gathered and forced his way between them, sending Terry's mother to the pavement, where she landed squarely on her gym-trim ass. The bear, alternately laughing maniacally and crying in despair, ran down the street with two big gorillas in hot pursuit. The group disappeared around the corner and all was quiet again.
Terry and Rachel each grabbed one of his mother's paws and struggled to help her up. Even little Tabitha helped by getting behind and pushing. His mother squinted down the street where the trio had gone. "I would swear," she said, "that is the same bear that knocked me over the last time I dropped you here."
The End
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