Passel Breeding
#45 of Anthropomorphic Personification
Some short story I typed while horny
Laying on the floor inside of a large exhibit, with a glass panel, that the veterinarians are able monitor me and the other marsupials. My body, it feels sticky, gunky, I'm sweating, drooling from my long muzzle, I can feel the bestial lust building up inside me, begging to mate. I'm a tall fem boy were Virginia opossum, currently locked inside a room with five other opossums, but they're all Jacks (Male Marsupial), & feral, as it appears I'm the only Jill (Female Marsupial) here, well the only male secreting female pheromones. While the males are emitting their pheromones from their bellies & cloacas, which is only strengthening this heat. I'm inside this building because I lost part of my humanity to the animal that stole it, he transformed me into a breeding tool to pleasure himself, shifted my form to match his natural needs, while my species is no longer human, only a man opossum left, citizenship stripped, honor to society collapsed, parents lost, my downfall into a pet.
"Uhh, I'm too filthy", moaning, whining, then sitting up on my butt to groom my self of all of this sweat, trying to preserve my dignity & humanity. Since I have no access to clean water, except the water bowl, my only solution is to use my rough feline tongue to naturally groom away this greasy fur. Stretching out my long black leg, and digtigrade foot into the air, slowly placing my muzzle to the thigh, sticking out my long opossum tongue to slurp away those juices, unaware that my act is only arousing the other jacks, exposing more of my musky body to them. I can't remove the odor off my body, the saliva is only multiplying the musk, making it worse. "Why can't I get it off?" moaning, whimpering, becoming aroused the more I lap up the musky salty sweat. It seems No matter how much I lick away, I'm always doomed to be a smelly animal in this state.
One of the staff members open the door, and steps inside to clean out the litter box, by scooping & refilling the sand, then closes the door, and I crawl towards there immediately, while the jack's heads follow my path. So naturally I took a little tinkle, pissing out of my cloaca, moaning from that relieving release. The males are now highly focused onto me, my urine had just kick started the signal that my body is prepared, set for breeding, but my rationality isn't. Crawling out of the litter box, returning back to the corner, and near my empty food bowl.
The Jacks patients are falling, musky heat is too overwhelming, as my body odor no longer says pal, only bitch. One of the males decides that's finally time to court their Jill, so he walks up to me, then rubbing his body against mine, while also grooming my coat with his tongue, treating me like a lady at first. His smooth fur sliding across my body, which felt oddly comfortable. Another jack follows him to the giant jill, till he too begins to lap at my fur, and crawling on my belly, grooming my sensitive neck, tilting it up from the strange stimulation. "Please, s-stop" politely asking them to quit, but they'll never listen, as I'm the one, who was never in command. My respiration intensifying, body becoming even more turned on than before, the bifurcated marsupial peni erecting out of my cloaca, with the tiny curved hooked shaped heads underneath, slowly peeking its way out the back. The odors staining my bestial body are only increasing pungency, luring the three other closer to my stinky trashy marsupial self. "S-stinks" The jill musk I'm secreting wreaks like an animal, I smell like an actual female opossum to them, but since it's my stench, and boys will be boys, I'm kinda liking it, and when my musk mixes with the jacks, an odd euphoric sensation occurs in my brain. The pheromones, they're a drug, telling the mind to submit to the males, that I should just let them take me, inseminate me, use me. However, my remaining guilty morality is saying all of this is wrong, and criminal. Also, not all of my human scent is gone, so I might have a chance to escape.
Now all of the jacks are on my back, clinging to me like large joeys, and they're sure pretty heavy, well to my weak girly body that is. "Leave me alone, g-get off." Removing them one by one with my long arms, only to be clinging on to me again, tired of them not leaving, I stand up onto all fours, not on my hands & knees, exactly on all fours like a quadrupedal animal, exposing my tiny cocks, and tight rectum, but I'm much taller, and larger than them, so it's a little challenging for the jacks to climb back up on to me. There's no escape in this room, its locked from the outside, but I can attempt to walk away. Still, no matter where I shift location, the jacks will always follow the jill. Outside in the wild, animals are competitive when it comes to mating, and will even physically harm their male competitors to win. However in the comforting healthy shelter of domestication, males are least competitive due to abundance of resources & it's more likely of them to share, but this isn't true with all animals, just certain families. Their muzzles all prodding my ass, doing everything they can to lick my cloaca "Ah! N-no, please not there" Whimpering from the shame, the two jacks are clinging on to my fur, while the other three follows me around the room. I can't run away forever, the jacks catch up to me, with three, four and finally five are all on my back, and coiling around my tail. However, before I can toss them off, a horny jack finds my weak point, a nape, without warning he nips the loose skin on the back of my neck, the scruff, freezing me in place, then falling onto my belly, but still able to struggle. Only that when I try to stand up, he bites me harder. "No! I'm not really an opossum! Well, whatever the fuck that means, but QUIT IT GUYS!" Hissing for him to release me, but it's too late, cause once they bite the nape, there's no possibility of an escape, now their bitch is subdued. "My psychology is still human, I'm not a jill, I'm not a opOH-!" Immediately feeling two muzzles shove up at my cloaca, their wet noses, and tickly whiskers, then the rough tongues slide against my ass, lubricating it in their musky saliva, stimulating my prostate gland. "Uhhhh" Moaning as the duo rim me, while a third one proceeds to lick my tiny split cocks, doing everything they can to stimulate me, preparing my body for their mating. All of them slurping up the pheromones of my scent, as I inhale theirs, turning me into a hornier boy Jill. "Ah!" My body shivers with euphoria every time jack's tongue laps the tip of the heads. I'm not screaming for help cause I'm pinned, and I don't want anyone to see me like this, but other than the sticky guilt, the denial slowly fades away from my mind, as each lick is actually teasing me to paradise. The opossum on top loosens the bite, sensing that my body is now relaxing, while his musky cocks hover above my lubed wet rectum, preparing for penetration, the heat from his cocks tickles my behind, stimulating me to lift up my tail a little, exposing my cloaca to them, my bitch odor begging to be filled with their seed, no matter if I want it or not. finally he shoves the double heads inside my tight boy pussy, and begins fucking me like a real dirty animal. "OH FUCK!" The thrust almost made me orgasm, but my prostate isn't ready to release yet. The jack on top of his Jill continues thrusting forward, squeezing his pulsing dicks deeper into my cloaca. They're now mating with me, my value as a responsible person drops to zero, only left to be degenerating further into this smelly beast.
The one jack on my back, continues to thrust inside me, his musk, or masculine marsupial scent on his belly rubbing on to my fur, claiming me with his odor, marking me as his Jill "Uhh" Moaning & softly hissing from the immense pleasure as he's humping me, The other jacks, swarm around my body, grooming, tending, while I lay there, drooling with ecstasy, ears drooping into submission, allowing my primal bestial nature to flow. So many of them licking every part of my sensitive nude body, bathing me in their stench, their tongues slurping between those tight crevices, just absolutely vulnerable to their raw breeding. "Oh fuck!" Another one hops on my muzzle, rubbing his split cocks against my nose, while the rest dripped inside my mouth & on my panting tongue, not because I was overheating, but because the she beast inside me wanted out, and god the fucking stench was so potent, saturated with his masculine opossum pheromones, that my lips frothed with bubbling saliva, dripping down, and soft hissing just from the intense euphoria of just how musky it's. I can't fucking deny it any longer, but it's true, but no matter how sinful or degrading this is. I love being a stinky messy animal, I enjoy how naked & musky we smell, I can't help but to allow my bestial voices & body to express what I'm feeling. I fall into paradise to how exposed & indefensible I'm to the jacks as they sabotage my reproductive organs to stimulate their own, and I don't miss Anything of civility that was my failure of a normal functioning human being. I'm now & always will be a were Virginia opossum, the boy Jill, who's only purpose is to breed & be filled by mates ejaculating with sticky semen inside my boy pussy. I'm nothing more than a breeding animal who belongs in captivity.