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The badlands. Hot, hostile, with nothing but scorching sun during the day, and sapping cold when night fell. No vegetation, no water, and very little shelter. Without water, the average person would be dehydrated in a matter of hours, and certainly dead before they reached civilization. It was somewhere in America, or so the rumors went. Nobody except for the pilots and some higher-ups knew; they were blindfolded for the transportation, and the planes took deliberately twisted paths, even doubling back on themselves, to ensure that no passenger could figure out the location by simple travel time and direction.

Not as isolated as the arctic, perhaps, but not far behind, and far easier to supply and reinforce. It was a calculated decision to establish one of the Facilities here. One of, if not the most dangerous of them. In case of an outbreak, the risk was substantially higher, but so were their chances to quell one, should it happen.

All Facilities housed breeders. Males, all - at least as far as any staff here knew, owing to compartmentalized information - who had through some quirk of genetics, a mutation or other such causes, ended up as hyper-virile and single-minded sexual beasts. Their pheromones alone melted the minds of other males who weren't wearing protection almost instantly, rendering them little more than needy holes for them to rut when females weren't available. Women could resist them a little longer. While their presence certainly inspired an instinctive need between most women's legs, they could resist it.

Unless they gave in and mated with one, of course. The moment a woman was successfully inseminated by one of the creatures, they were hit by the magnified force of their mind-warping powers. Something about their seed, incredibly potent as it was, being pumped into one's body amplified the effects. Staff usually called this becoming "cum-brained", as it typically resulted in the unfortunate woman losing most of her intelligence and reason, and instead becoming incredibly slutty,_for lack of a better word, readily spreading their legs for anyone with a cock. _That part was something many men might've been happy about. When the first breeders had emerged, a few less than loving husbands had deliberately offered their wives to them, preferring a dumb, slutty partner who'd never say no to sex. The problem was that they, just about constantly pregnant from the mindless hedonism their lives devolved into, gave birth to more breeders, who would eventually overrun the world.

To avoid this, the breeders were contained. To keep them from as much as trying to break out, the staff was trained to please and satisfy them in ways that didn't involve receiving that mind-altering seed of theirs. Handjobs, even blowjobs - stomach acid neutralized the effects - or even simple frottage. Of course, even then, occasionally someone did succumb to their unique charms, which resulted in an outbreak, which had, at least so far, all been contained by the fireteams the administrators sent in. Sometimes non-lethally. Other times, by decontaminating an entire facility.

It was to this work environment that B-Seventy-Seven had been assigned. She hadn't known the full details of it, of course. In fact, all she had heard was that she would work to contain a threat, and that her salary would be quadrupled. She'd accepted the offer eagerly, though now that she stood in the sweltering heat of the badlands, under a searing midday sun, unbearable even with her thick ursine fur protecting her from the direct rays, robbed of any electronic equipment and about to enter what was effectively isolation for months, she was having second thoughts. With her, she had B-Sixty-Nine, a younger cat, who looked even more concerned as the Facility's heavy, reinforced doors slowly slid open. And then a second pair of equally heavy doors. A third. They were gestured to enter by the transportation team, and having precious little choice, they did.

From inside the facility, A-Forty-Two watched the newcomers through the compound's all-encompassing and omnipresent cameras. 42 had the rare luck of having survived an outbreak, and the government had rewarded her by making her a second-class administrator, in charge of her own Facility. Her thick, rudder-like tail wagged slowly as she watched them. It was always a delight to see new workers arrive. Though she had nobody to bet with, she often liked guessing how long they'd last. These two seemed nervous, which was a bad sign, but she'd seen worse. The bear was, other than being voluptuous, big enough that she could likely wrestle down some of the physically weaker breeders. Cats in turn were known for their good luck and agility. They had a certain chance of making it to the end of their tour of duty.

The otter's job, in contrast to the regular staff who were effectively sex workers, was to keep the Facility operational. To oversee the day-to-day activities, and schedule their interactions with the breeders, owing to her deep familiarity with them. She had, after all, almost gotten bred herself, only escaping that fate through a combination of coincidence and plain dumb luck. Some part of her, though, one that she never revealed to the organization's therapists during psychiatric evaluations, wished that she hadn't. The faces of her mentor and fellow staff from the arctic facility, clad in pure bliss as they succumbed to the breeders one after the other, becoming nothing but horny sluts, were forever seared in her memories. She didn't know where they'd ended up after that, but the question of how it'd feel to just let it happen was something she thought about almost every night.

Thankfully, she was far too responsible to actually allow it, even if the fantasy always left her squirming as that familiar slickness built between her legs. After all, she had a world to protect, and she couldn't do that if she was a brainless cum dumpster.

That, however, didn't mean that she didn't like watching it happen to others. Her dark, dirty little secret was that she secretly hoped each new staff member would end up on the receiving end of the breeders' cocks. It was unethical, certainly, but on the other hand, the last time she'd watched it happen she'd soaked her entire seat with how hard it'd made her cum. She wasn't going to let it happen, though. Certainly not. She was sick and perverted, not evil.

Or so 42 hoped, at any rate. She leaned back in her comfortable - but not too comfortable, she was a Lower Administrator after all - chair, and sipped her coffee.

The inner workings of a Facility were deliberately obfuscated. The lower administrator knew the staff at one facility. The higher administrator, who worked off-site, knew the lower administrator and the fireteam, but not the staff. Neither knew anyone above them in the organization, except that there existed a global administrative team who oversaw the cooperation and synchronization of the Facilities, who knew each one but not who worked at them, and finally, there was someone even above that team who supposedly had a veto. That person, rumours had it, knew everyone they cared to know about - but owing to the necessity of making brutal choices for the benefit of the world, they typically didn't care to.

It was a Kafkaesque labyrinth of bureaucracy, just as deliberately confusing as each facility was. It was to that confusion that 69 and 77 descended on an enormous cargo lift.

"I think... I think it's finally getting cooler," 69 spoke after about five minutes, as they were lowered deep into the crust of the earth.

"Yep. And thank the gods for that, I was about to... die," 77 replied. She was fanning herself, trying to get the residual heat out of her thick body. "I'm not joking, I didn't know anywhere got that hot."

"Yeah, you can say that again. I wonder how far down this is. At some point it should start getting hot again," the cat replied, seemingly thinking out loud and worrying about how close it felt that they were getting to the earth's molten core. Of course, in reality, they weren't even a mile down. The elevator was simply slow, and intentionally so to hinder any security breaches.

"Well, they'd be able to use the heat for free energy for air conditioning," the bear mused. "I figure it'd actually be easier to cool down."

She was a nerd. Her "other" career was programming physics simulations for industrial use. Games, effectively, though not as exciting. The staff came from a wide variety of backgrounds. The cat next to her was a sex worker, and though she hadn't mentioned it, a trained eye might've guessed from her naturally seductive body language.

"I dunno about that," she replied. She dug into the small bag of items the transport team had handed her, eventually pulling out a skin-tight red uniform. The cat held it up against the elevator shaft lights, and sighed out loud, her tail growing poofy with annoyance. "Does this say sixty-nine? Really? What, does that make you four-twenty then?"

The bear glanced at her own bag. "I think they said seventy-seven. They probably don't mean for it to be commentary, just... numbers," she replied. "Though if I'm the newest at 77, it makes me wonder where the original 69 went."

They found themselves not really wanting to speculate on it. Both women only had one goal; to retain their lives, and more importantly, their wits, until their contracts ran out. At that point, they'd exit the Facility, get their memories wiped, and receive not only the quadruple government salary, but a hefty bonus that their clueless future selves would be told came from an estranged aunt's will.

69 looked over the edge of the elevator. The shaft seemed to stretch on forever, beneath them. "So, what brings you here, anyway?" she asked the bear.

"Money. I mean, they said I could make... a lot of money. I said they were yanking my chain. They showed me they weren't," the bear mused. She was finally cooling down, which left her in good spirits. "You know."

"Yep, same here. I did the math, even. By giving handjobs to monsters I'll make like, a crapton_more than my usual job," the cat replied. She _almost slipped and revealed that her regular job was also giving handjobs, though to average horny men. Sometimes even easier. Not that she minded it, dicks were great fun to play with.

The bear leaned against the elevator's sturdy guardrails. "I figure the 'monsters' part is the catch, innit?" she wondered. "Pretty high-risk job, this."

"Well yeah, but at least you won't be sad it if they get you, assuming anything they told me is true," the cat giggled. "Really it's kind of a win-win, innit," she replied, mimicking the bear's delightful dialect.

"Either we leave here rich, or we leave here as what, horny breeding sluts? I'm not sure I'd call both of those a win," 77 replied. "I mean, you dinnae- you _don't_really want to just be a baby factory, do you?"

"Nope. But like I said, not like you'll worry about it at that point. Your life just goes like, boom, it's all about cocks now. Non-stop orgasms until you die," the cat laughed. She was in good spirits. At the very least anything that happened down here beat working on the streets, which she'd briefly been forced to do by unfortunate circumstances and a crashing economy.

After a moment of silence she let out an excited meow. "Hey, hey, bear. Is that the bottom of this shaft? God, they really went balls deep here," she exclaimed, gesturing over the edge of the elevator. Sure enough, deep down below them was a well-lit platform. It felt like they had to be close to the centre of the earth by now. In reality, it was precisely one and a half miles beneath the surface.

"Looks like it. Well, might as well get suited up then," the bear replied. She began to peel off the shirt she'd been wearing until now. It was just a little too tight, with the first team having underestimated her cup size. The bear was rather voluptuous, in both hips and breasts, though she often found herself wishing that she wasn't, such as when trying to pull a small shirt over her tits. Eventually, after enough fumbling, she managed to yank it over her chest and then off entirely, letting her heavy breasts bounce free with an enticing jiggle. Not that anyone was there to see if except 69, who she wasn't even sure was into other women.

The cat was already naked. Her form was a little more modest. Average to lithe, as befitting a feline, and nimble enough to quickly slink into any set of clothing. Her career had helped with that, too. Every customer always had their specific likes and dislikes, and she liked obliging them. Usually, that made them pay more. Nothing paid nearly as much as this gig, though. After this, she'd be able to start her own business in writing, or whatever else she felt like. Maybe jewellery. The cat couldn't wait!

"Need any help?" she called over to 77, who was now grumbling as she slid her legs into the new uniform. They were sheer fabric of some kind. Latex, if she had to guess - certainly showing off every inch of her, her pussy included, while offering a degree of protection against the breeders.

"Rrf, no,_I'm doing alright, thanks," the bear growled, squeezing herself into the uniform. It wasn't, in fact, too small. The suits were designed to be skin-tight to give the breeders the "full experience" without _actually making it the full experience. In effect, they were as close to being naked as one could be without being so. "Can't-believe-I'm-doing-this," she muttered, squashing her heavy breasts into it and then yanking the zipper up.

"Just need more practice, dear," the cat giggled.

"No, it's not- rrrgh, bollocks, this is ridiculous- I mean it's not the uniform, it's the fact that I'm about to sell my body for money, when you really- nnnngh!" she huffed, trying to adjust a few wrinkles.

"Oldest profession in the world," 69 replied. She hadn't thought of it that way. If anything, this was a whole lot less sexual for her than her usual job. Those times, it was about pleasure. Here, it was more about saving the world by presumably stroking someone's cock. That changed the entire dynamic, the same way it wasn't really speeding if someone was driving their pregnant wife to the hospital, or makeup if someone was disguising themselves to infiltrate a theoretical villain's lair. "Don't tell me you've never shown off _those_tits for some cash."

"What? No, I haven't," the bear sighed. She finished adjusting her suit. "I'm a programmer."

"Ooh. Well, if you ever want to change careers, nerdy boys will pay a lot to see you do it naked. Though then again, I don't think either of us will need to work after this," the cat smiled.

Finally, the elevator arrived at the very bottom of the shaft. The newcomers were greeted by a staff team with rifles aimed at them. The bear instantly froze. The cat, in a fit of defiance, refused to acknowledge then beyond a glance.

"Welcome to the worst facility," their leader, a tall leopard, yelled. "Don't worry, they're loaded with tranquilizers. Just have to make sure we don't get any intruders, y'know! Stand down, ladies. These two look like the two we were told to expect."

The other staff members lowered their weapons.

"Right! I'm B-19. That's B as in Bonanza, NINE-TEEN! Got it?" she introduced herself, cleared her throat, and continued. "You two know how this works? You start with the circlejerk, then you follow your schedule and do breeder after breeder until there ain't any more names on the list," the leopard yelled, far louder than what was necessary.

"Circlejerk?" the cat asked. The bear merely cocked an eyebrow.

"That's the good part. We all meet in the staff room and masturbate to whatever the breeders did to get us horny!" the leopard yelled. "Helps centre the mind. Balance, you know. You skip that and you're way more likely to get knocked up and brain-melted 'cause you let your pussy do the thinking!"

Every facility did, to some extent, develop their own internal culture. Nobody except the administrators remained for longer than a year, regardless of any breaches or incidents, but the culture and jargon were readily passed from old staff to new regardless.

"Why are you yelling?" 77 asked.

"I'm trying to get one of our breeders out of my head," the leopard exclaimed, her voice deepening into a growl. "Psychic asshole of a dragon. He keeps telling me how badly I want to get pregnant. How badly I need his hot, sexy cum in my womb. Fuck right off with that!"

It wasn't the most professional introduction the two could've had to their soon-to-begin life at the Badlands Facility, but it served to illustrate just what kind of dangers they might face, soon. The dragon that 19 spoke of was one of the few who were kept in containment by force, being too dangerous to be allowed any freedom. He was kept strapped down and milked dry to keep his arousal as low possible. Not that it seemed to bother him any; he explored the facility through the eyes of the staff instead.

69 and 77 followed the crew to the staff room. It was a culture shock, to say the least. The instant they had entered, everyone else began to strip naked, much to 77's frustration and 69's amusement, watching the bear's expression when she realized her earlier struggle with the uniform had been entirely pointless. Once naked, everyone picked out a chair, arranged in a circle, and unceremoniously moved to rub themselves like it was routine maintenance. Little moans and whimpers soon filled the room, mingling with the sound of ten or so quickly slickening pussies being caressed in unison.

"Wow," 69 exclaimed, quickly getting naked as well, her small breasts nonetheless jiggling excitedly as she made her way over to the circle. "So, just... masturbate in a group? Any chair I want?"

"Yeah, nnf, exactly," the leopard replied. Her fingers had just found her clit, and had begun to tease it by tracing little circles around it. "And t-talk about any fantasies about the breeders that you might have. It helps get them out of your head."

"Oh, well, I don't really have any," 69 grinned, though she clearly enjoyed the opportunity, if only so she could ogle the other women. She was pansexual through and through, and the erotic show unfolding around her was quickly having an effect on her. Soon, before 77 had even found a seat after peeling her uniform off again, she was happily moaning along with the others, knowing exactly how to get herself going.

"You will," the leopard huffed. "They're really good at causing them. Like this d-dragon, rrf. He's trying to convince me I'd be happy as a breeder. Always heavily pregnant with his whelps. And I kind of like the fantasy, even if I'd..."

She trailed off, not wanting to say she wouldn't do it. That was alright. The point of the circlejerk was to indulge in the fantasies. That, the administrators said, lessened their power over one's mind. Instead, she slid a couple of fingers into her slippery honeypot, simulating how the drake's cock might feel if she let it happen, allowed him to rut his dangerous cum into her.

77 finally sat down. She was in no mood for anything sexual after first waking up too early, then being taken on a blindfolded helicopter journey, then standing outside in hellish heat for almost an hour, and finally struggling into her ridiculous uniform only to have to take it off. She crossed her arms, watching the others go for it, including her newcomer friend who was happily mashing her fingers into her clit. Though in the cat's case, it seemed she was doing it to the sight of the other staff members, shamelessly staring at them.

"Nff-newbie, you know you're required to cum, right? It's a safety measure," a tiger helpfully advised 77. Her fingers were wrapped around a slender vibrating dildo that she worked into herself. "If you're really not in the mood we have some, ah, assistance."

"Yeah?" the bear grunted. "I'm really not horny in the slightest. No weird fantasies about the 'breeders', and I doubt anything you've got would change that."

"Mm, someone's not played with her first breeder yet," the tiger huffed. She paused, slipping the toy out of her. Strands of her lust hung between the tip and her drooling folds briefly as she stood up and walked to a cabinet in the otherwise nondescript room, and she grabbed something from inside it before returning to the bear. "Okay. Close your eyes and take a deep breath."

"Um, why exactly?" 77 asked. She was still self-conscious about being naked at all, which made the tiger in front of her with her sopping wet pussy on full display a fair bit more awkward.

"Well, if you don't get off, we'll have to ship you home without pay. So, come on. Be a good girl. Eyes closed, deep breath," she repeated with a cockeyed smirk.

While she wasn't exactly happy about it, the bear closed her eyes. She inhaled slowly through her nose, and then felt a cool mist spray over it. For a moment, she didn't really notice anything different, so she inhaled more deeply. And then it hit her. She sneezed several times in rapid succession, her nostrils feeling like they were on fire as the musky scent of whatever she'd been spritzed with blossomed in her nose. It was amazing, like sniffing pure sex, a shiver surging down her body and directly into her clenching cunt. One moment she was dry and uninterested, the next she was squirming and quickly soaking her seat in her juices.

"Breeder pheromones, ya know," the tigress smiled. She glanced down towards the bear's quivering sex, satisfied to see it growing just as wet as hers. "Don't worry, they'll wear off quickly. Now rub that pussy silly."

"Hey, hey, I want some of that too!" 69 called out to them but was ignored. The cat sighed. Oh well, she'd have some personal experiences soon, and the sight of the previously disinterested bear tweaking her stiff clit with rather feverish urgency, a faraway look on her face, was pretty hot too.

It only took a few minutes for the first of the circle to reach their peaks. One woman moaned out, then another, and a third was inspired to join the first two by their orgasmic whimpers and squeals, and so it went. After enough time at the Facility, everyone ended up at least a little bit bisexual. It was hard to deny the beauty of raw, base sexuality of someone climaxing, regardless of preferences. 69 was perhaps the fourth, feeling just in her element - it was a lot more private and comfortable than a cam show, even - as she plunged a pair of fingers deep into herself, rubbing her thrumming clit with her other hand and gushing all over her palm as she fantasized of burying her muzzle between the other staff members' thighs. Maybe all of them, so she'd really get to sample their lust. She bucked a few times, moaning along with the chorus, her legs trembling. Then, it was over, and she let out a deep, satisfied sigh.

Next to her, the bear was frantically doing the same, pumping several fingers into her slavering pussy, her world narrowed down to just her own body, how good everything felt, her fantasies manifesting a studly breeder rutting into her instead. Maybe a dragon. She'd always had a weakness for them and their ridged, handsome cocks. If they all smelled like this, she realized she might have trouble resisting, but the idea suddenly didn't seem so unpleasant. If it felt _this_good, maybe it was a good thing, ending up as a cum-brained slut feeling nothing but pleasure, even while giving birth to more breeders.

The tiger who'd sprayed the pheromones on her moaned loudly and shamelessly as she reached her peak. "Ngh, yeah, breed me, make me your slut," she mumbles, hips bucking against her cunning hand, readily phrasing what she was fantasizing about. "Fill me with your c-cum, knock me up, m-melt my fucking brains," she continued, before her voice dissolved entirely into joyful whimpers. Her enthusiasm was infectious with the bear's own mind aflame with desire, and she found herself imagining the same thing, willingly spreading her legs and presenting her pussy for some nondescript but very masculine stud. They'd slide inside her bare, and she'd moan to encourage them, especially as they drew closer and closer to their orgasm and emptying not only their balls, but her mind, freeing her of all worries and concerns and leaving only raging lust and a need to breed.

She joined the other women moaning with surprising ease, huffing and panting as her swollen sex began to rhythmically squeeze and milk around her fingers, readily soaking her thighs and hand with a gush of her juices. And just in the throes of orgasm, she heard - felt - a sudden voice at the back of her head, when she was at her most vulnerable. It didn't use words, per se, but rather, it was a tickling need, a promise tingling just at the end of her nerves, promising an orgasm twice, thrice, endless times as strong if she simply met him and let him melt her mind.

Then it was over. Her orgasm ebbed, and the "voice" was gone. The bear was left dazed. Around her, the others were already getting dressed. Her partner, 69, had already wriggled back into her uniform and was reading the schedule.

"The slime, then the dragon," 42 repeated to herself in her office along with the cat, with her lips twisting into a smile. Traditionally, perhaps you wouldn't assign newbies to either of them. You especially wouldn't assign two newbies without a mentor to them. It wasn't likely to end well. But the current staff had all managed to figure out how to handle them, and she hadn't been able to enjoy herself properly in a while. The risk was intoxicating; particularly knowing that if her staff failed, it was entirely possible that she'd be next. The kind of vicarious gambling that really got her pussy wet.

"So... let's see. Avoid ingesting fluids, use protective equipment, let grind. That's for the 'slime'. Then, for the dragon... 'DO NOT RELEASE, STRICTLY USE HANDS ONLY, EXTREME PSYCHOGENIC HAZARD'," the cat laughed. It all seemed so absurd and serious, and she was left rather giggly and happy after getting to enjoy an orgasm so early in the morning. "You got all that? Don't have a boyfriend at home, do you?" she asked, once her friend was back in her uniform as well. "If you do, I hope he's into getting cucked."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," 77 mumbled absentmindedly. She could still feel that _voice_in the back of her head. It had to be one the breeders; maybe the dragon, if he really was some kind of mentalist. "Anything else?"

"Let's see," 69 said. "Nope. There are gloves and gas masks in this 'temporary equipment, return for decontamination once used' box. Catch!"

The bear fumbled, barely managing to catch the rather menacing mask - the plastic covering the eyes was almost entirely black - and then a pair of thick gloves tossed to her. "That slime has to be pretty desperate if he's fine with us wearing these."

"Well, how many men have you known? A lot of them get so desperate they'd fuck a tree if it was curvy enough," the cat commented. "Real women in gas masks doesn't even register as desperate."

With that, they set off, as the last pair to leave the break room, and headed for the twisting corridors of the Facility. As with all of them, it was deliberately labyrinthine to slow down potential outbreaks, but to their benefit, they had been allowed to study a map beforehand. The bear, as it happened, had an almost photographic memory when it came to code, structures, and layouts. They passed a number of doors, each marked with a letter and a number. D and E, standing for Dangerous and Extremely Dangerous, representing the dangers of each breeder marked with a series of warning signs beneath the label.

Eventually, after a few minutes wandering through corridors looking so similar that they felt like they weren't moving at all - like in one of those old cartoons, with the background looping as characters ran - they arrived at a door labelled D-55, marked with three symbols. One depicted a shape emerging from a blob of slime, and meant the breeder was amorphous. One was of a syringe, which meant it had intoxicating properties. And the last was a stylized fishhook, meaning addictive.

Without needing to be prompted, both women strapped on their masks. This was serious; even 69 straightened her back and focused, dropping her confident and playful act for the time being. She preferred everything being a joke; it was how she'd always dealt with hardships and challenges. That didn't mean she didn't understand that some situations called for pure, grim determination.

The cat scanned her access card, and they stepped inside. As with almost all breeder cells, the space had been customized to be as comfortable and familiar as possible for the specimen kept inside it. This one, being home to a slime - a large, gelatinous blob resting in a little pool of water - was full of vegetation, with a very humid atmosphere, and even a small water feature next to the pool.

At first, the slime didn't react, but as the women stepped closer, it stirred, and then began to shift. Before their eyes, it slowly elongated upwards, the translucent slime of its body forming a distinctly anthropomorphic, lupine shape. More of a silhouette, perhaps. It lacked fur, and the eyes were merely outlines of eyes rather than functional ones, though they were nonetheless expressive. A pink mist seemed to emanate from its body, quickly engulfing the two women.

77 was almost afraid to inhale, holding her breath, but finally chose to trust the gas mask. Sure enough, only clean air filled her lungs. The slime displayed what was likely meant to be a crooked smile, half disappointed that its designated staff had remembered to wear protection. Regardless, though, an unmistakable _cock_quickly protruded from his groin he approached the two slowly, in an uneven walk that suggested he barely remembered how two-legged beings moved. He _did,_however, clearly remember what they liked. The women shuddered as he reached for them both, a pair of slimy appendages caressing their chests through the transparent, protective uniforms.

His hands spread unnaturally wide over their bodies, until it engulfed whole breasts, and the kneading, massaging sensation of it was unreal. He tugged on them, as if suggesting they take them off entirely, with the best approximation of a charming smile on his face.

A shudder of pleasure went through them both as the breeder caressed them with the kind of expertise a man would develop after being with dozens if not hundreds of women. If the slime could really be considered a man. But then, 69 coughed. Both the bear and the curious slime snapped their heads to look at her.

69 had, while watching her new colleague attempt to deal with the breeder, eventually been struck by the scent of something sweet tickling her nose. At first, she'd thought nothing of it; it wasn't unpleasant. Something like cotton candy mixed with a note of musk. Even from that faint whiff of it, she found herself relaxing, the nervousness she had been working hard to conceal bleeding away and leaving her head pleasantly fuzzy and empty. The slime's "hand" moved to caress her cheek, and she felt something wet splash against her lips.

She knew it should've been alarming, but she couldn't catch any of those worrisome thoughts as they kept fluttering away from her like butterflies, leaving her pussy soaked with her nectar like a-

-there was a gap in the seal of her mask.

The cat stumbled, fell, and then made a mad dash for the cell door, scanning her card again and falling out. She tore her gas mask, accompanied by a puff of pink gas that she'd been breathing in. It still smelled wonderful, and despite the spike of panic that'd pierced her heart, she still felt tingly all over. The cat slumped against the corridor wall, breathing heavily, trying to figure out just how much of the supposedly addictive substances she'd absorbed. Though the adrenaline had flown her out of the cell, it was quickly fading in favour of a more intoxicating effect. The sweet taste lingered on her lips, where the slime had successfully squeezed inside her mask.

69 moved to wipe it off but froze as her hand reached her mouth. It felt kind of good, so maybe it wasn't a big deal. She wasn't near the breeder anymore, anyway, so there was nothing it could do. There'd be no harm in just enjoying the narcotic effects. A little bit of deep relaxation was exactly what she needed. Instead, her tongue darted out to scoop up those droplets. Whatever was in it seemed to instantly permeate the mucous membranes in her mouth, soak into her bloodstream, and there was that beautiful, empty-headed sensation again. 69 slumped against the wall with a relaxed giggle. She closed her eyes, simply enjoying how good she felt, every electric tingle that resonated through her body. The way that nice feeling made her nipples stiffen and her pussy moisten, inviting anyone to caress them.

The door to the slime's cell opened again and the cat quickly yanked her hand away from her crotch where it'd been kneading her mound through the latex. 77 stepped out, closed the door behind herself, and then took her mask off.

"Okay, I got him finished. Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeaaah," the cat replied. She was more than just alright, feeling so wonderfully stoned, though she wished she could've taken a moment to rub her steamy cunt some more. "Totally fine, he didn't get that much of that stuff in me. So, was he fun?"

"I wouldn't say fun, but not terrible. He likes grinding a lot, I guess. And trying to take the masks off," 77 sighed. "And now I've officially given my first handjob for money, so there's that, too."

"Aw, it's not that bad, is it? Just wait until you get to spread your legs too," 69 giggled. Slowly, she stood up, trying to find her footing and prepare for the next breeder. "Just take a big throbbing cock right deep inside you, and... um..."

She paused. 77 was looking at her with some concern. The high was slowly wearing off. She felt no less horny, but at least the reality of what she was proposing was starting to sink in, in addition to a dull, pounding headache as she immediately began to feel withdrawals.

"...no, I really am alright," she added. "Lingering slime influence I guess?"

"Good, because we have another breeder to handle. This is, um..."

She looked at the cell door. This one, too, had a row of glyphs beneath the number. A crossed-out brain, symbol reminiscent of a Wi-Fi marker, and a puppet, strings included. As the bear looked at the symbols, she heard - or felt - a voice in her head again. The one she'd heard when... when smelling those wonderful pheromones. It lingered just at the edge of her consciousness, a barely audible whisper, caressing her mind as it told her what to do; open the door.

She didn't really have a choice but to obey. She had a job to do, either way, which provided a decent excuse for why she was following what the voice told her so eagerly. Immediately, she felt a warm fuzzy satisfaction sweep through her. Her reward for obeying.

Inside the cell was a white dragon, with scales that were so light they were almost translucent. Unlike the others, this one clearly wasn't comfortable. He was strapped to a rack by steel cuffs around both his wrists and ankles. Though 69 and 77 had no way of knowing, this dragon was one of precious few who were fully restrained. This was because of him strictly not respecting the wishes of the staff; he did not settle for anything less than breeding them, and his psychic abilities made him almost impossible to resist. Thankfully, he could only influence one person at a time, and as staff never serviced the breeders alone, there had so far been no outbreaks.

Staff members eagerly breeding themselves on his cock, restrained or not, weren't considered_outbreaks_, after all. Merely casualties. The normal price of operating a facility so important to the survival of mankind.

Go on. Stroke him, 77 thought, or maybe she didn't, maybe it was the dragon's voice resonating in her head again. It was difficult to tell, but the sensation was pleasant either way. It felt surprisingly good to not have to put in effort to think. Get that beautiful cock hard enough to impale yourself on. Just think about how good it'd feel. There you go. Doesn't it just make your pussy really wet?

"Yeah, it... does," the bear groaned. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the dragon's cock, the meaty ridges feeling so nice between her fingers and no doubt even better inside her pussy as he bred her.

"Wait, what was that? Is he talking to you?" 69 asked, giving 77's shoulder a quick tap and interrupting the trance the dragon was working on putting her in. "Naughty little dragon, aren't you?" she grinned, in spite of the growing headache.

"Mh? Oh! Well, someone was. Man, that feels weird, like I was... falling asleep," the bear mumbled. Her friend speaking felt like someone waking her up from a nap, only for her to immediately begin slipping back into unconsciousness and dreams again. "Just keep me awake, will you?"

The bear wrapped her fingers around the dragon's cock again. Yeah. Just ignore your friend. She only wants to stop you from exploring. Your body wants this. That's why you have a pussy to begin with. It only exists to-"

"You're drifting off again," 69 interjected, with a sharp jab at 77's ribs, and the bear jumped as she was brought back to full wakefulness. The dragon, in turn, shot her a hateful glance. Not that 69 noticed. She was starting to fidget. It wasn't just the headache, but as if every muscle in her body was permanently tensed up. Her neck and shoulders, especially, were as if someone had replaced her muscles with iron rods when she wasn't looking. Not to mention the constant undercurrent of anxiety again. She had to do this, had to do that, feeling the colossal responsibilities of her new job quickly begin to pile up.

42 watched them from afar. Most of the day-to-day events of a Facility were exciting to her, but this moment of staff being just on the verge of surrender with a breeder was like an aphrodisiac to the otter. It was easy to imagine herself in their place, trying to fight back those urges. Knowing in no uncertain terms what the price of failure would be, and yet wanting to fail.

"Wake up," the cat grumbled.

"Y-yeah, thanks. Wow, no wonder they need two for some of these," the bear replied. Her thoughts were still swimming with fragmented fantasies of what could be. The dragon's cock was jutting out, ready to be put to use, and the only thing standing between her and ecstasy was the fact that it'd ruin her. The voice in her head kept insisting that she needed it, and her pussy certainly agreed. The bear could feel her lusty wetness dribbling down her legs, flush between the uniform and her fur. "He's really fighting it."

Not that the cat was really listening anymore. She was deep in withdrawals already, her head pounding along with the beat of her heart. If I just go see that slime-wolf quickly I'll be alright,_she thought. Not like she'd have to do anything more, right? The bear had just made him cum like half an hour ago, so he'd probably not even be interested. The cat quietly backed out of the cell. _Just a quick visit. 77 will be fine alone for like ten minutes, she told herself, and there was no doubt that she needed this, or she'd not be able to focus on anything at all.

In the office, 42 pushed another finger into herself, knuckle-deep. This was exactly the kind of situation where an administrator should step in. She'd quickly put part of the facility on lockdown, and alert other staff to what was about to happen. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. And if she allowed it to happen, there might be a full-scale outbreak. They might even sniff her out in her office before the Fireteam could be alerted, and that'd be that. There'd be nothing she could do this time, nowhere to run as her body finally received the sticky, virile blessing the breeders offered. Mnh. Just like you should've, back in the previous facility. You were never meant to escape it. You wouldn't keep taking risks like this if you didn't want it.

The otter continued pumping her fingers into herself as her eyes darted between the bear and the cat on her monitors. The emergency lockdown button was right there. She just had to press it to save the two from their impending fates. Her other hand traced over it, feeling the smooth plastic against her palm. All she had to do was push it.

But it was important to look at this from her employer's point of view, wasn't it? It was a good test for the cat and bear, seeing if they were actually worth keeping on staff or if they'd immediately end up getting turned into breeding sluts.

42 opted to wait a little before making up her mind, taking her hand off the button, while keeping the other one snugly buried inside herself.

By then, 69 was already at the slime-wolf's cell already. She scanned her access card - doing so lit up a warning light in the administrator's office - and stepped inside, without the gas mask. She'd already smelled the breeder once anyway, it was no big deal, right? She found herself face to face with the slime, who had, it seemed, been awaiting her. It grinned, or at least, changed its form to approximate a toothy smile, gesturing for 69 to approach him.

"Yeah, yeah," the cat said, blushing faintly at just how predictable she apparently was. The slime-breeder no doubt knew exactly how potent its addictive, intoxicating excretions were. "Don't try anything," she added. "I know what you'd like to do, but I'm just here so you can help me with this headache..."

She flexed her claws demonstratively, though she wasn't sure if they'd do anything, if the breeder was to attack her. The slime had no such intentions, of course. Instead, it was slowly beginning to exude that pink mist again. Just seeing it made 69 shiver, and she leaned in, slowly, feeling the gas against her snout like a cool mist. And she inhaled deeply.

That nagging thought in the back of her head about having to get back to 77 soon, before anything could happen, was washed away immediately as the rush came over her. She sunk to her knees with a relaxed giggle, feeling all the tension leave her body. Faintly, she realized that this might become a problem if she kept indulging, but right in that moment, it was very_hard to care. She didn't even mind when the slime-wolf sat down with her, amorphously sliding _under her and then reforming so that she was sitting in its squishy lap. There was a distinct stiffness growing underneath her, pressing against her crotch, but 69 didn't mind. It wasn't as if she'd actually let the slime fuck her. For now, she could just relax and enjoy him grinding against her a bit.

"Just don't get too carried away. I'm not ready to become a mother yet," she giggled, swatting away the slime's stretchy hand as it moved to cup her groin. As tingly as she was getting, she couldn't quite allow that, and the slime seemed to respect her.

Instead, that hand reached to caress her muzzle, only to wrap around it, covering both her mouth and nose. This is more like it, 69 thought, as she breathed in the sweet, addictive scent again, only stronger to the point that it left her gasping with pleasure. The inside of her uniform was rapidly becoming a sodden mess around her thrumming pussy, and thought by thought, her critical mind slowly dissolved into the warm, beautiful glow. She didn't feel anything except playful desire as her new friend's appendages roamed all over her body, slowly tugging the zipper of her uniform to bare her body fully.

Drunk as she was on the slime's natural scent, the cat could only moan happily as it caressed her breasts, the cool touch of its wet digits on her stiff nipples making her shudder with anticipation.

Wait, why are my tits out?

Everything was becoming rather fragmented. One moment she was looking down and watching the slime undress her, the next - after another "hit" of its addictive scent - she was squirming naked in its lap, grinding against a stiff, oversized, and half transparent cock while having her nipples gently suckled and caressed by slime that seemed to be soaking right into them. Her tits felt swollen, like they'd already grown a few cup sizes, and it made the cat feel so sexy. She'd always wanted bigger tits.

"They could get even bigger, you know," she heard someone speak, and if it wasn't for the state of lusty relaxation that she found herself in, she might've been startled. "What you've got now is only temporary. But you could let me breed you. Let me turn you into a perfect breeding slut..."

"Y-you can speak?" she stammered.

"Of course. There's just not always a need to," the slime smiled. "You won't want to, soon enough. All you have to do is take my cock inside you," it continued, flexing its shaft so it bumped against 69's folds wetly. "Let me fuck out all those pesky thoughts. And you could have as much of me as you want. The only things you'd ever feel would be pleasure and relaxation..."

It was a stupid suggestion, one that only an idiot, or maybe a total slut would agree to, and yet 69's mouth suddenly felt very dry as she tried to formulate a counterargument. The thought of having to go even a day without the wonderful, buzzy high the slime gave her was almost unbearable. The slime wasn't here because of any particular skill in seduction or any kind of forcefulness; it was purely because of just how addictive he was, almost instantly hooking anyone who caught his scent.

And once they were blissed out, feeling perfectly and wonderfully content, almost every woman was happy to spread her legs. Or, as it were, not resist as the slime guided his cock to rest against her petals. They might even moan happily as he spread them open, the druglike effects of his body leaving them so sensitive that they almost came on the spot, especially as his precum soaked directly into their bodies.

All that to say that 69 was soon yowling and squealing with shameless pleasure as she was limply bounced on the slime's bare cock.

A few cells over, 77 was rubbing the dragon's cock a little faster.

"You mind cumming already?" she commented. Her hands were getting tired, and the breeder was very obviously holding back.

You know the best way to make a cock cum. It's right there between your legs, begging to be put to use. You're just a baby factory, the dragon thought. Or rather, that's what it made her think, though without her colleague's distractions, the line was quickly blurring in 77's mind. That's right. Your slutty little pussy. How many men have dumped their cum into you? Dozens? Hundreds. You can't even remember anymore, can you?

The bear pressed her thighs together. She was still aware that the dragon was spreading his filthy thoughts through her mind, but she could no longer tell the difference at all. Suddenly she was painfully aware of why the circlejerks were enforced, but even _with_that, the bear quickly found herself helplessly soaking the inside of her uniform, thinking about all the men she'd been with. In reality, she could count them on one hand. In the false, but increasingly vivid version she was being brainwashed into, she was an easy slut, long since having lost count of her partners.

Most of her time, she already spent getting used by whoever happened to be horny at the moment. Not programming. That was boring. Getting fucked was fun, and being full of cum always made her feel so sexy that she could never resist letting people rut her.

Wait, wait. That didn't seem right. Did it? Why wouldn't it? 77 often walked around without wearing panties at all to make her curvy, plush body more easily accessible to every needy stranger she met. Really, it only made sense that she'd offer the same hospitality to the breeders. She always wanted to be pregnant, after all. Why else did she allow everyone to seed her unprotected pussy? She couldn't remember even half of her kids.

"Fuck... off," the bear growled, her whiskers bristling as she tried to focus on getting the dragon off while resisting his manipulation. But without anyone to truly snap her out of it, it was like trying to resist falling asleep when dead tired. Especially given that the dragon was right, she did want to be a dumb breeder, and the beautiful cock she had in her hand was offering her exactly that gift. All she had to do was to let it inseminate her and she'd be free to be just as slutty as she'd always wanted to be, with no guilt or shame.

77 bit her lip. She looked around herself. She couldn't bear the thought of anyone seeing what she was about to do. The urge to get bred was just too strong, as it always was with her. There was no way she could resist, no way she could stop herself from squirming out of her uniform one last time. After this, she'd never need to wear clothes to hide her lusty body again, and it felt incredibly liberating. Yes! Rather than risking wasting the beautiful dragon's seed, she wanted to receive it. And for that, she merely had to untie him. The restraints were designed to be impossible for the one they held to remove, but the bear could easily reach the latches.

That was, perhaps, the last chance for anyone to force her to snap out of it, before the dragon's invasive fantasies actually became her own. That was the beauty - and the terror - of his abilities; if you made someone think of something for long enough, they inevitably began to believe it. But the person who was supposed to keep pulling her back from the brink of oblivion was moaning with joy as she rode her slippery lover.

For 69, it'd stopped being about coercion a long time ago. He didn't even have to hold her hips. The cat was so inflamed with desire, every inch of her from head to toe burning with need as she kept slamming her soaking wet pussy down on his length again and again, hard enough to make her swollen tits ache as they bounced, willfully breeding herself on the slime's cock. Oh, she knew it was a bad idea in theory, but she felt heavenly._To keep feeling like this, she'd do _anything. Money, fame, even love, it all paled in comparison to the mind-bending ecstasy of her slimy mate leaking his magical fluids into her. And yet, he promised even more than that. In just a few short minutes, he'd truly fill her, and that moment, he reassured her, would be as close to paradise as anyone living could really hope to come. A heavenly high that she'd never come down from.

In her mind, she waved goodbye to all those thoughts of starting a real career after she'd earned enough money from working with her body. She'd always preferred the sex, anyway. Maybe it wasn't as respectable, but it was her. She felt the slime-shaft pulsate inside her, filling every inch of available space inside her, literally _molding_to her body to stimulate every nerve at once, with the tip pressed snugly against her cervix.

Next stop: Dumbsville, 69 thought. Yet her hips kept moving. Everyone who doesn't want to be a stupid breeder slut is advised to get off this train.

Ah, fuck it.

She slammed herself down hard when she felt the lupine slime's cock jerk inside her. Glancing down, she could see cloudy white surge through its cock where it was buried balls-deep in her welcoming pussy. She let out a shrill moan, knowing it was all going inside her. Changing her. One last pang of anxious fear at what she'd allowed to happen, and then, she was engulfed by warm, shuddering bliss, welcoming the changes. With each rope of cum injected into her womb, her mind melted away more and more, each sweet throb of the slime's cock erasing more of what she used to be. The sense of freedom, of blissful mental emptiness settled in over her, and that tangible, instinctive realization that this was all there was to her now was intense. Intense enough to push her right over the edge. 69 came, moaning sluttily at the top of her lungs, gushing out what little critical thinking remained in her head in favor of a wonderfully sexy new life, and with that orgasm, milked the last of the breeder's cum into her womb. She was pregnant before those orgasmic contractions even ebbed. She squeezed her swollen new tits in anticipation, feeling nothing but love and adoration for her new partner. Well, other than the overwhelming urge to get fucked more until she was sure she was knocked up. And why stop there?

77's lover wasn't quite so gentle, nor loving. While the slime was a breeder, and ultimately all breeders did more harm than good, he did seem to genuinely relish his "partners". The dragon, who the bear just released, less so. He pounced her in an instant as the last of the clasps holding him came off, and though he was rather gaunt from being trapped in the Facility for so long, 77 still found herself unable to resist. Her limbs simply weren't responding, and despite her heavy build and much stronger body, the dragon pinned her against the cold metal floor regardless.

You're helpless. Your slutty body knows exactly what it's for. You only exist to take cock, she thought, as far as she thought anything at this point. Your fucking public use cunt is worthless when it isn't dripping with cum.

Unleashed, his razor-sharp talons made quick work of the protective suit. Spread your legs. She obeyed, presenting her ursine pussy for the dragon. There you go. Your legs should always be spread.

And just as he said those words, someone rushed into the room. The door slammed open with a bone-shaking rattle. The moment the cat's mind had been melted, though, the Facility's failsafe systems took over. The alarm was blaring, and suddenly, 77 felt as if she'd just surfaced after a long, long time unconscious, or perhaps underwater. A cold sense of fear frosted over her nerves, freezing the blood in her veins, and she took a swipe at the dragon just about to fuck her. While her claws didn't penetrate his scales, he managed to send him flying into the back wall, _hard._Then, she stumbled backward, recognizing one of the staff members she'd met earlier entering the room. No doubt to check if she was alright.

"You alright? 77, we need to get to the staff room, there's been a breakout!" the leopard yelled. Then, she noticed that one of the most dangerous breeders was free and staring at the two of them. "Wait, what is going on-"

Immediately, the dragon snarled. He reached out in a grasping motion with his taloned, now free, hand, and wrenched it through the air as if tearing something unseen. The staff member who'd stumbled in fell forward, as if someone had shut down her nervous system all at once.

The dragon, though he would've preferred to fuck the bear, wasn't picky. She was too dazed to immediately be susceptible again, whereas this new one - a leopard he'd seen before - wasn't. He'd _devour_her, make the bear watch, and then have her, too. His fury at being interrupted only strengthened his psychic prowess and strength both, as he hauled the leopard up and threw her against the rack that he'd spent so many years being fastened on, himself.

He thrust into the reeling leopard roughly and unceremoniously, eager to make up for the years he'd been restrained, his mind digging into hers and continuing that constant onslaught. Her body swallowed his cock up just like was born to do, squeezing tightly around every last inch, clamping down on each meaty ridge, trying to milk his cum out. Why aren't you pregnant already, you stupid slut? We'll fix that for you. You're going to be pregnant every day from now on. She moaned in ecstasy. Unlike the bear, with the protective restraints on the drake removed, she'd been struck by his full might up front, and it'd all but short-circuited her mind entirely, leaving the otherwise sensible leopard nothing but a shivering mess of lust.

Yes. It was unnatural for her to not be swollen with cubs. Why had she never realized her real purpose in life before? Thankfully, this handsome drake - rutting into her with a wet, sloppy rhythm - was going to give her what she needed by filling her fertile cunt with a warm mess of his hyper-virile swimmers. Squeeze harder. Beg for it. Beg she did, moaning out in joy along with the wet slapping sound of their mating echoing off the walls.

77 nodded to their mating rhythm dumbly, before a narrow ray of clarity pierced her hazy mind. The bear dug her claws into the wall as she forced herself to stand up, again. She could still hear the dragon's thoughts, though they were distinct from her own, now, and every few seconds her perspective flickered between her own and that of the unlucky leopard's, getting filled with the drake's mind-warping cock. All of their thoughts were blending together in her mind, in a kind of sticky erotic miasma that coated every other inclination she had. She felt woozy, almost drunk, and as if the rude interruption had robbed her of something wonderful. The bear felt jealous_watching the leopard get fucked by the breeder. She wanted to yank him away and spread her legs - no, she'd _pin him down and ride him, really show him who the superior slut was - and she'd receive every sticky drop of his release.

That confused, almost enraged and lusty sensation lasted only for a second, even if it felt much longer, before her more rational side re-established itself. This was bad. She looked around the room for anything that she could use as a weapon, not quite daring to try to pry the drake off unarmed.

Beg for it, the drake repeated, and the leopard obeyed, immediately lost in the dragon's clutches, wrapping her legs around his haunches and grinding back against him in a desperate bid to make him cum faster. The dragon was never going to last long, not after so long without fulfilling his breeder urges, and his victim shivered in anticipation as his rhythm quickened towards an inevitable climax that'd leave her both pregnant and dumb. Just like she wanted it. You were always meant to be a dumb pussy for men to dump their cum into anyway.

Fuck it, 77 thought. She had to do something, no matter how badly her heated body wanted to watch the two "lovers" finish. The bear wrapped her strong, ursine hands around a pipe on the wall and yanked. The metal groaned, cried out, and then tore, scalding hot steam escaping from the ruptured metal pipes only for a second before the system stopped the flow. She raised the pipe above her head in a bid to bring it down as hard as she could on the dragon's skull, but she'd missed her opportunity. A searing spike of lust and desire shot through her as she felt the leopardess cream herself on the dragon's throbbing shaft, as if it was her own pussy milking the drake for his seed.

"Here it comes, your... first, rrrgh, clutch," the dragon growled, speaking aloud for the first time, hammering into the leopard's sopping wet body at a breakneck pace for a few more seconds before letting out a triumphant, climactic roar. The leopard - and to a lesser degree, 77, who still felt a fraction of everything the dragon did - whimpered as that magnificent cock bucked and jerked inside her, straining against her inner walls as his mind-altering seed erupted into her in thick ropes, immediately working its magic on her, washing away everything that wasn't sexy, everything that didn't involve letting the breeders use her body as they pleased and cumming herself into blissful, vapid oblivion as she did. Her body eagerly drank every drop of the gift it was offered.

77 stumbled backwards, her pussy spasming in a weak, empathic orgasm, owing to the shreds of a connection still remaining between her and the drake. For a brief moment, she knew that if anyone with a cock had suddenly walked in, she'd have been atop them, rocking and grinding, uncaring of anything except her beautiful climax and the load of seed they'd bless her womb with. It was unnatural that nobody had put her dripping cunt to its proper use, wasn't it? It should've been her receiving the drake's belly-swelling gift beneath him, not some stranger- wait, those weren't her thoughts.

She growled, fighting the sensation. With the dragon sated for a split second, his mind still from his climax, hers was finally clearing up, if only briefly. Though her legs trembled - and she was painfully aware of her juices soaking the soft, thick fur down there - and a bitter sensation of defeat, like bile rising in her throat, made her want to tear the drake limb from limb, in that clear state she was smart enough to know that this was her only chance to escape. The leopard had, if unintentionally, traded her mind for the bear's, and she wasn't about to question it. Improvised weapon in hand, she dashed out of the room and slammed the door shut, jabbing the pipe into the card reader, hoping to jam the entire mechanism. Sparks shot from the shattered screen, but rather than waiting, 77 set off running as fast as she could through those winding corridors and towards the staff room.

From her office, 42 watched all intelligence fade from the leopard's eyes as the dragon grunted and shuddered on top of her, no doubt claiming her womb. Watching today's events, the otter had damn near soaked her chair all the way through, to the point both her fingers and her pussy ached with exertion. She couldn't quite believe how incredibly sexy the sight was. It was a wonder everyone hadn't offered themselves to the breeders already. She'd wanted to see the bear succumb, too, but her resistance only meant the inevitable surrender would be that much sweeter.

One had been enough to trigger the alarms. Recognizing that two staff members no longer matched the mental signatures on file, the entire complex went into lockdown. Blast doors came down fast enough that the entirety of the building shook and trembled at the force of it. And through every room, a siren blared. In a regular prison, for normal people, this would've been plenty enough to contain any attempted escape, but less so for the breeders. Many, such as the slime that'd claimed 69 for himself, were far harder to restrain. And they liked freeing others once out.

It wasn't realistically possible to physically stop breaches once they'd begun. Hence, the fireteams. But even here at the Badlands Facility, it would take them a while to arrive. 42 was almost safe in her office, but knowing that several agitated breeders were likely stalking the halls was like sweet ambrosia to her. It quickened her pulse and wet her sex. The closer she drew to that risk, the more excited the otter felt.

She glanced at the timer that'd appeared on all of her monitors. Fireteam arrival was set to two hours and ticking down. Just then, as she prepared to settle down again to watch the rest of the B-class staff get bred, she jumped at a sudden loud impact against the reinforced door to her office. Something was trying to break in, as evidenced by the sound of the thick metal crying out as it was twisted and torn.

That, 42 hadn't predicted. It could probably smell her. The needy scent of her sex hung thick in the air after how long she'd been pleasuring herself watching the new arrivals get dominated. Now, her fantasies were, it seemed, likely to take a turn towards reality. As impossibly hot as the idea of just bending over the chair and presenting herself was - so that the first thing the breeder saw, when it managed to breach her office, would be her dripping wet and fertile cunt - she hadn't lost the ability to distinguish reality and fantasy just yet. Watching other_people surrender was fine. _She was a survivor.

She punched in a quick series of numbers on her keyboard. A locker snapped open next to her desk, and she retrieved what looked like a massive squirt gun, gripping the weapon tightly with her hands still soaked in her juices. Elsewhere in the Facility, staff were scrambling for tranquilizer rifles as more and more breeders realized what was going on. It was already pandemonium, and it'd soon, inevitably, be a chaotic orgy as well, and 42 knew perfectly well that she'd be just as likely to get taken as anyone else on staff, once she was out in those twisting corridors. Her pussy clenched at the thought.

It was exciting.