Chapter 2: Meet the father
#2 of Repopulation
Part two: No sex here, but some plot development.
My heart sank from the look in his eyes. I knew what it was he was going to tell me.
"We've assigned you to be bred," said the Devimon. I was convinced he had a name, but no-one ever bothered trying to find out. Unless you were a breeder, you were beneath his attention. All the subjects were little more than breeding stock. Even the breeders were slightly more than studs to be measured up for their genetic and physical characteristics. He seemed to take a particular dislike to those who treated the poor souls we made pregnant with compassion. He couldn't afford to replace us though. The Digital World's population was sparse enough nowadays as it is.
I said nothing. I knew this day would come. I just hadn't anticipated it to be so soon. He seemed amused by my expression.
"Did you think we had forgotten about you? Such a powerful species like yours cannot be allowed to die out. The sooner you breed, the sooner we can ensure the survival of your genes."
I swallowed, dreading the name of whoever was assigned to me.
"Who will father my child?" I asked softly.
"Warren," he said, sliding a piece of paper toward me, "A Cyberdramon. Strong, healthy and excellent condition. He will make an excellent candidate for your first conception."
I turned the paper round. The name wasn't familiar. It both reassured and scared me. I didn't know him at all. He could be a decent sort. He could easily be a violent lunatic. I shuddered.
"Before that, however," He said, clasping his hands under his chin, "I do have someone I want you to impregnate."
My head snapped up. "Who?"
He pushed another sheet of paper over to me. I twisted it right way up and as soon as I saw the picture I knew...
"Joseph," we both said together. I looked up at him and his lips curled into an unpleasant smile. "Someone you know?"
"I saw his brother being converted yesterday." I looked back down. According to this sheet he was 16. He was older than he looked.
"His brother is going to be impregnated by Rho," I knew he was watching me for a reaction, "We're interested to see what kind of differences - if any - there are between Flamedramon hybrids fathered by a Wargreymon and his dark equivalent."
I refused to betray any reaction. It pained me deeply that he had to be mated for the first time by that bastard. All I could be thankful for was that his younger brother would be spared that fate.
Devimon sat back in his chair, straightening up.
"First thing tomorrow morning you will report to lab 9 for breast creation. You will then report to cell C-63 tomorrow afternoon at 7pm sharp," Devimon gazed at me across his desk with his piercing red eyes, "I trust you will not try to avoid your duty. I can easily have you tossed in among the sorry wretches in the breeding cells."
"You don't have to worry," I reassured him, closing my eyes, "I will do it."
Devimon didn't seem convinced. He watched me with a mixture of contempt and suspicion. However, he waved a hand to indicate he was done with me.
Clutching the pieces of paper he had given me with Warren and Joseph's information on them, I turned and left without another word.
This is it.
I stood in front of cell H-2. Joseph's cell. He had been converted yesterday morning, so he had at least been given some time to recover from his ordeal. Not everyone was given this opportunity, however small.
I swallowed, my nerves playing up. I was always like this with a new mate. There was no way to predict their reaction. Sometimes they simply sat in a corner and wept, cowering and terrified. Others screamed and scratched and bit at you when you entered. There had even been rumors that a couple of newcomers had committed suicide before a strict monitoring system had been put in place.
As always, my intention was to simply invite him to talk. The first thing I needed to do was to get him to open up to me. Until he did that, there would be no trust. And with no trust, the best I could hope for during sex was a reluctant, regimented attempt to make him have a baby. Sometimes, during sex, they panicked and injured themselves. I had yet to come across a mate who was large enough to hurt me other than light bruising and scratching, so in that regard I was mostly concerned for his own health.
If I could gain his trust then even if he was unhappy about being made a mother, he would at least be far less likely to panic and hurt himself or me.
Steeling myself, I pressed my thumb against the small pad by the handle. It beeped, the lock clicked and I opened the door.
The first thing I heard was sniffling. The room was dark and the lights were dimmed. They always dimmed the lights in cells where a breeding was to take place. It helped pacify them. At least it was supposed to, anyway.
I quickly stepped in and closed the door behind me, hearing the click of the lock. I squinted into the corner where the sounds were coming from. Sure enough, Joseph was curled into the corner, hugging his knees, face buried in his arms, weeping quietly. He was wearing a plain-looking green top and pants. Not designed for style, of course, but it kept them warm and afforded them some modesty when they were allowed out their cells for exercise and getting food from the mess hall.
He slowly looked up. His brown eyes were wide and bright with tears.
"Joshua?" He whimpered. A name?
"My name is Garret, Joseph." I said softly, taking a small step toward him.
"Where's my brother?" So that was his brothers' name. He spoke with fear, but there was an unmistakable hardness to his voice. His eyes narrowed.
I hated lying to them. Lies here usually consisted of telling them that they would be released at some point, or that they weren't going to be hurt, or they would always be treated with kindness as long as they cooperated. The facts were, they would never be released, crueler breeders wouldn't care about inflicting pain and nor would they bother treating them with any semblance of kindness. And when they found these lies out, they never trusted you again.
Still, I was loathe to tell him his brother was probably at this moment on all fours, ass in the air and tail raised with Rho's hard cock pumping in his defenseless pussy, planting a baby in his tummy. I can't imagine how Joseph would feel about his brother being brutally raped; much less learning he was going to have a child. Nor would he appreciate learning he would soon be having one himself too.
He had to know the truth. They would cross paths eventually and if he didn't hear from me, he would hear it from someone else, perhaps Joshua himself.
"May I sit down?" I asked, stalling. I admit: I'm a coward in these matters.
He said nothing, but kept staring at me with hostility and suspicion. I crossed the room slowly so he didn't feel threatened and sat with my back against the wall next to him.
"Do you know why you're here?" I asked, draping my arms over my knees. He shook his head, still not taking his eyes off me. "I imagine you're wondering why you have breasts now."
He gulped and immediately looked away, blushing furiously. I couldn't blame him. He was male, after all, and suddenly finding himself sporting a nice pair of tits and a shapely, curved body was probably a hell of a blow to his masculine identity.
"I won't lie to you, Joseph," it was best to be earnest and direct, "You have breasts now along with a womb and a vagina. I'm sure you probably figured that out."
He nodded numbly, blushing harder, tears running silently down his cheeks.
"You and your brother are needed to help repopulate the Digital World," I continued, "And we need you to have babies."
He didn't react. I was surprised. Maybe it was shock or simple blunt denial. He was a smart kid, I'm sure he probably had a rough idea why he had been given tits and a pussy even before I told him.
"Joshua is mating with someone else right now," I pressed on. Better get it over with. "We're trying to make him have a baby. We need to make you have a baby too. That's why I'm here."
He suddenly looked up at me again, his eyes glistening with tears and I could see the terror in his eyes. I felt my heart wrench at the pleading look.
"Why?" His voice was so quiet, I almost didn't catch his question. It pained me deeply to put him through this, but I would rather do this a million times over than allow such a tender youngster be fucked by a bastard like Rho.
"Did Joshua ever tell you about the Wave?"
He shook his head.
"It happened years ago, probably when you were very young," I cast my mind back. It was something I remembered very vividly. "A powerful wave of energy swept across the Digital World. No-one knows where it came from or why it occurred. It just happened, like a force of nature."
I edged closer to him. He wasn't watching me anymore, but I could tell by his expression he was listening intently.
"It vaporized everyone it touched. It couldn't be stopped or avoided. The only ones who survived were those who found sufficiently deep hiding places. By the end of it, just about the entire population of the Digital world was wiped out. Only a handful of Digimon survived."
I sat right next to him. He tried to edge away, but he was in the corner, so all he could do was blush and shrink up.
"The only way we can rebuild the Digital World is by having lots and lots of babies." I said softly, "Otherwise, we won't have a large enough population to ensure good genetic diversity. We'll all go extinct."
I very gently curled an arm around his shoulders. I fully expected him to shrug me off or even run, but he didn't. He shuddered, curled up tighter, but he didn't resist.
"I don't wanna have babies," He said very quietly, tears still running freely down his cheeks. I pulled him gently against me, allowing him to bury his face in my chest. He shuddered violently and gripped my shirt, as if trying to hide himself away.
I shushed him, stroking his head gently and embracing him tenderly. He broke down completely, crying loudly, his shoulder shaking with his sobs.
I let him cry himself out. One way or another, he would be having my baby. I only hoped I could persuade him to have it willingly. When he finally fell silent, I very gently lifted his chin so he was looking into my eyes.
"Joseph," I said earnestly, "I want to mate with you. But I want you to be willing. I want you to participate in it as much as me."
"How can you expect me to willingly let you knock me up?" He said.
"There are others here who would mistreat you very badly," I explained, "They are violent and cruel. They wouldn't hesitate to fuck you without remorse. I'm not like that, and neither are most of the others. I promise you I won't ever, ever mistreat you."
Notice I said 'mistreat'. I don't ever promise not to hurt. It's unavoidable given my large size compared to most of my mates. It's also very difficult not to inflict at least a little discomfort during the initial penetration. For some reason, they were all given hymens. It hurt for a brief moment when you broke their virginity and occasionally bled. Again with the lying part: it's important they are never misled.
"I don't know..." He whimpered, "Can't I sleep on it?"
"I'm sorry, Joseph. I must mate you tonight. It's the rules." I very tenderly stroked his cheek, caressing his muzzle. "I promise it will be wonderful. I'll make you feel as good as I possibly can."
So bowed his head, blushing again. He knew he was out of options, so now it was simply a matter of overcoming the mental block he no doubt had about getting fucked. For a girl, it would have been difficult. For a masculine boy turned hermaphrodite, it must've been tremendously difficult.
Finally, he spoke very softly,
"I'm ready."