Breeding the Population: Monster Fucking (erotic eBook teaser)
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The world's population has been wiped out, humanity retreating - but they're not down and out yet. Oh no. They don't want to give up and they won't, genetically modifying their own kind into breeding monsters, a depraved anthro wolf man and wolf woman.
Their lust is unparalleled and the time has finally come for them to be set loose, to repopulate the world, fucking in every hole, their pleasure mutual. They want it all as badly as the humans left behind do, but they lust for it in a bodily sense, aching for it. They can't see anything else for them in their lives, the cycle of pregnancies swelling her belly over and over.
She finds her name and so does he. The world is theirs, claimed by wolf-monsters standing on two legs, their young swarming everywhere.
But the "getting there" part of repopulation is the true fun!
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Breeding the Population
Monster Fucking
"We will do everything we can..."
That was what they'd said, so many years ago, but it was a promise in a war-torn world that could not come to fruition too swiftly. A human or anthro population would have been able to breed, of course, to sustain the world and care for it, but there were only so many left and the continent itself was barren of life that could act as a steward to it, which was where the problem lay. Science could do so much in bringing the flora and fauna back, lush rainforests regenerating with all the advances, at least, that the war had come hand in hand with, though it was the mission of caring for it in a tender state that was the issue flummoxing so many brilliant minds.
But they had a plan, a truly cunning plan indeed that broke the rules of everything and anything that they had ever come up with before. Some would have said that it was unethical but, absolutely, it was the most ethical thing they could have thought of when it came to repairing a world that they had done their best to break down to the bare bones of life. They had to do something and something big too, letting the land repair itself even while what old species were saved were reintroduced, populating slowly, but too slowly.
No... Someone had to be sent and it was not going to be the furry and anthro scientists alike that worked in the laboratories underground that did it, their lungs not suited to the air that would need many generations (or a manufactured increase, which would require more tampering) to purify and clean again. They needed someone out there to lay the groundwork for those to come later, to prosper and flourish, to bring life back to the land in the beginnings of a new population. And, finally, the scientists in charge had come up with a plan that, while reckless, was insane enough to work.
Their last shot, maybe even their only shot. Only...it was neither humans nor true furries that they would send out to repopulate the land.
The metal crate descended, helicopter blades pounding the air, pummelling it brutally. The dirtied, metal beast snarled and roared but those that were being dropped off did not care for the noise, growling and clamouring against the slats in the bars of their prison, sealed against the might of their claws. The scientists, alas, had never even been in the same room as them but that was by the by when it came down to what they were there for as there would be plenty of time for inspection and interaction as their intelligence swelled, life evolving as it was so very want to do.
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CLANG!
The chain released, dropping the crate its last foot, though its inhabitants were hardly pleased, rocking and slamming against its walls, although it was not designed to last against the might of their muscled bulk. Indeed, it was only designed to stave them off from escape during the drop-off itself, otherwise leaving them to their devices, cradled in the pit of a crater from wartime gone by, land still bearing remnants of being scorched and yet with fresh stalks and buds popping up, life finding a way as it always did.
The creatures inside the crate thudded and howled and raged until, in a shockingly short amount of time, the side bowed out from their hammering fists. They would not be set aside as they battered it with all their strength, bursting out into the late evening light, a touch of a red sunset cast down across the hills.
Elsewhere, those in charge held their breath. Experiment LUST was unleashed! And may any listening gods have had mercy on their souls...
A wolf-man, standing on two legs with a raw, haggard, powerful look about him, snarled and whipped about, trying to take stock of his surroundings, though that was difficult enough in a brand new environment. He hunkered down in the typical 'werewolf' stance, his back lightly rounded and hunched as if he may have been more comfortable acting as a quadruped rather than a two-legged creature. But that was how he was designed and he shook himself off, stray fluff floating away, though it was the first of foreign matters that he would leave in his path, standing tall and suspiciously proud, eyeing up his surroundings as if he was calculating the level of threats that may or may not have been there.
To follow him was a wolf-woman, only second due to her position in the crate. She was as large and as bulky as him, her whole body oozing power, her fur darker than his grey, near-black but not quite. Threads of white shot through her fur, leaving her with a mildly speckled appearance, though it was a trait that would allow her to blend in while hunting - when they actually had the time between them to hunt, that was. Her jaw was slenderer and less blocky but his dark eyes turned on her, a snarl rippling down his muzzle.
"Mine!"
What was his? He could not have said, chest rising and falling in ragged breath, though he knew too that there was something more that he was there for. There was something, a scent in the air, the form of the wolf-woman before him that had him huffing and grunting, tail twitching as he tried to work it out. Yet that side of the world was so very new to him that it was not simply that easy, his hips shifting as his maleness, the thick, heavy sack hanging down between his legs, grossly oversized to outside eyes, but just right to him. It was, after all, how he'd always been and he'd adjusted his way of moving to account for it, allowing him to be the wolf predator that he really was.
But there was something more, something that he couldn't shake off as the wolf-woman's eyes landed on him, glowing faintly yellow and drawing him in, although it was her large, heaving breasts that caught his attention more, trembling with every breath. And, oh, her heart rate must have been up as she needed so very many of them, hunched down as if she was about to pounce, hips shifting, securing a better position from which to spring off from.
Lashing her muzzle with her tongue, she licked her lips, heart pounding wildly. There was only one thing she could do, instinct commanding her even though she could not have said that she truly understood it at that time, the sudden need pulsating through her like the pump of blood around her body.
"You..." She growled, muscle rippling and twitching as she eyed him up, tongue lolling from between her teeth. "You smell delicious!"
And yet it was not food that her stomach hankered for (they had been pumped with enough essential nutrients to sustain them for at least some time after their drop-off) but something else, something that would change the continent forever. It didn't matter that war had wiped out past populations as she sucked in greedy breath after breath, nostrils flaring sharply in a moist nose, the wolf-woman's pupils dilating as she panted heavily.
"Y-you," she rasped out, the wolf-man snarling to meet her face-on, though there was more afoot there than a combat of wills. "You... You will have me!"
It didn't need to be the most eloquent of utterances to get her point across and, indeed, a lesser creature would have had trouble getting out what she needed to say, leaping for him with a ragged roar. Although her teeth were out and dark claws flashing, her grey coat of thick fur rippled over hefty muscle that set her on an even keel with the male wolf. And he was more than ready for her, howling brokenly as he met her in midair, claws grasping, bodies twisting, tumbling with a crash and a thump that shook the baked earth itself.
It was not going to stop them, a writhing bundle of fur and muscle snapping for dominance. The two of them were too evenly matched, however, for either one to turn out the obvious victor, grunting and whining and pummelling one another like there was to be no end to it, although their intentions were becoming swiftly more obvious. After all, to an untrained soul, sexual fervour could be mistaken for a sort of hunger, depending on how one looked at it and they would come to see just what it was that they needed from each other.
Until then, instinct commanded them.
The wolf-man snarled and rolled, pinning her, though only briefly. Her huge tits pressed up against his chest, allowing her a little space in which to gain leverage, and she had him on his back in the next moment, his sheath plumping up, revealing the monster within. Her jaws clashed with his but, really, there was no time for kissing in such a moment where they had to come together, her body quaking with heat as she sweated out through her hand-paws and her feet, where the glands, in the case of a wolf-person, were located.
He was Avast.
She was Kris.
They didn't need to know more about one another than that, need rising, his shaft throbbing up thick and full from a fat fold of sheath-flesh. With the pink length of tapered meat in sight, Kris howled and lunged for it, gulping his cock straight down into the back of her throat, even though it was the first one that she'd ever taken in that way. Truly, she'd never been with a male - or even a female, for that matter - but something in her told her exactly what it was that she needed to do, goading her on to greater heights of lust. And there was no limit to how good Avast's already slick and ready cock-flesh felt sliding over her tongue, the softly flexible appendage whipping up and curling around it, lashing his mighty meat with every last bit of fervour she had in her body.
There was a lot of it too, the slender tip thickening into a fatter, flatter plane as she stimulated him, although, in the normal order of things, that sort of thing was supposed to happen after he'd gotten his cock into her. It'd be no matter, however, as Avast's shaft was going to pound her until she passed out one way or another and he'd get it into her but, for that time, she could lavish him with attention, coaxing him up full and thick and hard from his sheath. His flesh was dark red, setting off the darker hues of his fur nicely, and Kris growled around him, paws on his thighs, suckling him deeply.
Avast snarled and clung to her head, though his body knew what pleasure was and arched into it wantonly, desperately. He needed it and it would lead to good things: that was what instinct told him and, therefore, that was just what would be done. He howled as she blew him but it was all not enough, the scent of a desperately fertile, seductive wolfess filling his nostrils and his lungs, though that was partially his own fault for sucking in breath after breath so greedily.
He had to have her!
Just like she'd said, but that did not matter as Avast snarled and yanked her back from his cock, not without risk to himself, considering that her jaws too were lined with sharp teeth. But his mind was not working as it should have been at that point, intent only on squirming around, up on their hind paws, snarling and fighting for dominance, although the throbbing heat of his cock pressed up against her stomach gave her pause, if only for a moment.
It was enough and Avast howled triumphantly as he pinned her on her back, driving between her legs. Things may have worked out differently if he had not struck home but his cock sank true, deep up into her cunt, her pussy virgin-tight as it closed and rippled around him. But it was not so tight that he couldn't pound her as he pleased, the wolfess yelping and scrabbling against him for purchase, doing everything that was in her power to hump back at him, pussy twitching, massaging the full length of his rampant breeding spire.
The program, from that point on, was a raging success and Avast howled out his passion as he bred her, slamming his cock viciously into his heady wolfess with each and every stroke. Gently simply would not cut it with her as she dug her claws into him and snarled for more, always more, wanting more. He would, later, find himself working overtime to please her but, as it was, their bodies were more than able to fuck all day and night without stopping to rest, even though they were natural organisms too and would need to rest eventually. They just had an awful lot more stamina than most other creatures in the world.
Snapping and growling, Kris snarled at him to fuck her harder, to breed her, to put pups in her belly, but most of what came out of her drooling, slavering lips, lost in the heat of lust, was gibberish. He could still feel what she wanted in the buck and twist of her body though and grabbed her hips, lifting them up over his thighs as he pounded her, driving more and more deeply. Although he could fuck multiple times, his knot swelled quickly the first time, locking them together, though rendering him prey to short, sharp strokes was, by far, not a bad thing as his knot and cock-tip flared tenaciously, pumping full of blood.
Yet it was his wolf-woman that climaxed first with a ragged snarl, broken words spilling from her lips, the moment too much for her. Her pussy squeezed down on his cock viciously, a vice-like grip that had his eyes rolling in pleasure, squirting as if she was trying to soak him in her essence. Her wide hips pounded back at him as she found purchase on his body and she screamed out her lust to anyone that cared to hear it, pussy rippling, pulsing, taking all that it possibly could from the rampaging length of his cock.
There was no way that he could hold back from climax with her cunt doing all that to him and Avast joined her shortly in bliss, head spinning, pounding in a new world as he experienced his first every climax. His meaty nuts swung and slapped her backside with each and every thrust, hanging so low that it was easy for them to do, and he shoved his muzzle between her tits, languishing in their warmth and softness even as his hips worked overtime. There was nothing else for him as he slammed in, brutally hard, yet she took his strokes like a seasoned breeder.
Yet his flow of cum caught even the wolf-man by surprise, howling and slamming, grinding and humping, losing the sense of who he even was in the heat of the moment, passion rising through all else, to the exclusion of all else. He needed it, needed it all, and he snarled as his knot swelled up even thicker, locking them surely together as he pounded her, her pussy still twitching and squirting around him as if there was nothing else that her entire body possibly thought that it could do. She milked him for every last drop he had to give her, overfilling her pussy even as she kept squirting, spilling out her lust for him more and more with every passing moment.
An orgasm could come to an end, however, and it would not be the end, locked together and tails wagging, Avast and Kris understanding what they wanted to do there, even if their true purpose would remain a mystery to them until the passing of many years later. But that was alright, as long as they had one another to cling onto in an ever-changing world, passions rising, his cock twitching as it spilt another few remnants of lusty cum into her, racing towards her fertile eggs with due haste.
It would not, by far, be the last time they mated.
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Her pregnancy developed quickly, stomach huge and heaving as multiple more breasts began to appear on her body in preparation for the pups that were to come. Yet that was not going to stop them from fucking as her belly swelled and swelled, Avast mating her each and every day - if he didn't, Kris would be the one to pin him down and take what she wanted anyway! They were a tougher sort of creature than either anthros or furries too and could fuck many times over, not worrying about the health of the pups as they were well enough safe and cocooned away in her belly.
"Fuck me!"
Kris snarled, boasting a better grasp of words and language than she had before, eyes wide and wild with rampant lust. She couldn't stop herself, grinding her hips down on her partner as Avast howled, doing his best to ram up into her but there would be plenty of time for him to take the upper paw too. There was no one true dominant in their lusty partnership, swapping roles as they swapped positions, enjoying one another far too much to restrict themselves in that manner. Her pussy enveloped him, her stomach large and swollen, as fat as a football from the games that humans and furries played before the war, though there was the hope for more leisure time to come too if only she could do all that was needed, breeding the future in her womb.
Her stomach was large though, growing too quickly to be a natural pregnancy, their bodies designed to fuck and breed more swiftly than ever. Kris and Avast had little concept of what day and night were but that didn't matter to them as her pussy clenched and pulsed around his cock, milking him of his cum regardless of the fact that she'd already taken two loads from him. What was one more?
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