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Eric lay curled up in his cage, his misery joining that of his neighbors to hang in the air of the pet shop's kennels like a fetid stench. Just two weeks before he'd been living his life on Earth; not a good life by any means, but one that he much preferred in hindsight over the hell he'd been drawn into. And then he'd been abducted, stripped of both clothing and basic human dignity, and sold off like an animal to a family of aliens. Back in his apartment, just trying to scrounge up enough money to survive day-to-day, he hadn't thought things could get any worse; everything that had happened since he'd opened that damn spam email had proved him wrong.

He pulled his ratty blanket, the only bit of comfort he and the other merchandise were afforded, tighter around himself. It stank of sweat, but it was the only thing he had to cover his shame; just like everyone else in the cages, he was nude aside from the collar clamped tight around his neck. His legs burned as he shifted in the small cage—too small to stand in, much less stretch himself out—while trying to shake away thoughts of his old owners. His time with them was over. Now he was back in the kennels, where the only thing he had to look forward to was the hour he'd be allowed into the run for some exercise.

Now he was returned merchandise. Defective goods. Used; just like the other humans in the cages around him.

To his left was a 'newbie' like him, a guy of about Eric's age who stared at his surroundings with the wide, terrified eyes of a caged animal; that's what they all were, after all. To Eric's right was an older man who wore the resigned expression of someone who'd been in the kennels for a long time, and if he craned his neck Eric could just make out the form of the girl sitting on the shelf above the old-timer. And all around he could hear the hushed murmuring of the other merchandise in the room, punctuated by the occasional soft sob or bout of nervous, near hysterical laughter.

At first, Eric had chosen to keep his gaze away from his neighbors' nude bodies; why gawk and shame his fellows, like the aliens' who'd taken them all into captivity? But curiosity, fueled by three days of nothing else to do, had broken his resolve and made him peek. The older man to Eric's right had only a single testicle, and his manhood had shrunken to something the width of a pinky finger and half the length, while the woman in the cage above the old-timer was missing her thumbs; Eric had seen other such 'modifications' during his time in the kennel run and could only suppose that he was lucky that his former owners merely had all his hair below the chin removed.

He'd been eager to get away from that family who'd bought him to be their pet, but now the prospect of being owned by someone with far worse intentions drove him to press against the back of the cage with every customer that passed by. At the same time, however, he wasn't sure that the possibility of wasting away in his cage in the kennels for weeks—or months, or maybe even years—was much better. And then the wolf-creature couple visited the kennel in search of a breeder.

Breeder; the family living next door to his old owners had kept one of those. The young man lived a life of relative luxury, pampered and kept happy so that he would produce only the best offspring with his 'breeding partners'. After the hell Eric had endured in his last home, he could definitely use some of that for himself; and if he'd get to finally enjoy the company of pretty women again, instead of having his manhood cut off or shrunken into uselessness as his last masters had considered, then all the better.

The wolf-man and wolf-woman stalked down the aisle, looking over each human in the cages they passed while listening to the lithe, grey-skinned, black-eyed shop owner describe every piece of his available merchandise. When they finally reached his cage, Eric jumped forward to press himself against the front panel and stare at them with wide, eager, pleading eyes. He did his best to look like the perfect candidate—obedient and eager to please—while trying not to appear crazed; even if his captivity had made him stir-crazy.

The wolf-woman sneered at Eric's simpering, while her male companion looked the caged human over with a critical, considering eye. “He looks healthy enough, and a lot fresher than the rest. Not exactly what we were looking for, but-"

The young man to Eric's left chose that moment to start beating on the glass while begging to be let out. When that didn't get a reaction from the trio of aliens, he threw himself against the floor of his cage while screaming and clutching at his collar. Eric tried his best to look the calm, sane counterpart to his neighbor, while the shop owner let out a long-suffering sigh. "My apologies. Sometimes it takes a while for the newer merchandise to adjust to the kennels." A tap on the device on his slim, bony wrist elicited a shriek, and then heavy, pained sobbing from the newbie. Other than a soft grunt from the wolf-man and a twist of the wolf-woman's lips, neither customer acknowledged what had just happened. And Eric tried very hard to do the same; if he missed this chance—if he didn't get picked to be these aliens' breeder—then how long would it take for him to go insane from despair as well?

"You think he can handle it?" The wolf-woman looked Eric up and down, and he puffed himself up a little more; he was naked, caged, and collared, true, but he was also used to making sure that any girl who looked his way would be impressed by what they saw. He could do this. Everything would be just fine.

"He looks sturdy enough." The wolf-man's eyes flicked to the shop owner. "You said these ones over here had been returned. Were there any temperament issues, or anything else we should know about this one?"

“Nothing wrong, exactly." The shop owner waved a three-fingered hand. “His previous owners wanted a pet they could treat like a toy, something they could play with when they felt like it and ignore when they had better things to do. He ended up being more of a responsibility than they liked, and so they returned him to our care. But…" The alien's lipless mouth curled into what could generously be called a smile. “Their loss is your gain, Mr. Rask."

That was a complete fabrication. Eric had begged his owners to return him to Earth, and had broken down into tears when he had finally realized he couldn't go back to his old life. He'd refused to eat, or drink, or even acknowledge the aliens when they tried to play with him or take him out for walks, no matter how they cajoled or threatened him. Whether they had grown annoyed with him or had started to feel guilty, Eric didn't know; either way, his owners had taken him back to the kennels so he could be 'sent to a better home'.

'Mr. Rask' let out another grunt, and then turned to his companion. "What do you think, dearest?" That last word was flat and passionless as a statement about the weather.

"I don't care, just pick one so we can go. You've already wasted enough of my valuable time."

The apparent Mrs. Rask's venom rolled off the canine man like water off a stone. He nodded and looked Eric over one more time before shrugging. "Very well, we'll take him."

Eric almost collapsed in relief when he heard those words, callous as they were. A shudder rocked his entire body, and he buried his face in his arms to hide the tears that started rolling down his pallid cheeks in case the wolf-aliens saw and changed their minds about their purchase.

The shop owner seemed to have the same thought. The alien moved in front of Eric's cage, blocking his customers' view of the crying human. "Thank you very much, sir. If you'd like, I can carry him to your vehicle once the payment's been processed."

The wolf-woman was already making her way out, and the wolf-man just waved his hand in the other alien's general direction. "She insists we hurry to her next showing, so can we get this done quickly?"

"Of course, it will be just a few moments. We can fill out the paperwork and get all the other details sorted. Right this way."

Mr. Rask followed the shop owner out of the kennel room, and Eric was left alone once more. However, he was shifting and squirming in his cage in something like excitement, ignoring the glances from the other caged humans around him. He'd done it. He would be a breeder. He could make an actual life for himself; a life of servitude and being owned still, yes, but much better than a lot of humans who'd fallen into his same situation could say. Then, as time passed and Eric continued to stew, he began to tremble. The wait for some unknown fate to crash down upon him had been bad before, but now that he was so close to starting a better life than he had any right to hope for, the anxiety was agonizing. When would his new owners return to claim him? Would they change their minds? The wolf-woman hadn't seemed very interested; would she convince Mr. Rask that it wasn't worth it? Would they see someone more suitable for what they had in mind on their way back, and forget all about him?

The doubts continued to eat away at Eric until the shop owner returned; alone. Eric braced himself for the world to drop out from under him, but then the alien began to unlock his cage. “We need to get you ready to go, boy. They opted for delivery, and want you cleaned up first."

Beyond a gusty sigh of renewed relief, Eric didn't bother answering; these aliens had never shown any real interest or consideration in anything he had to say, treating both his cursing and his pleading like the baying of a temperamental dog as they cooed to and ordered him around. He backed up as the shop owner pulled the cage door open, and then crawled out to stretch his cramped, aching limbs while moving to follow the willowy alien to whatever 'cleaning' was in store for him.

However, the shop owner set a hand on the human's shoulder to keep him in place. Then the alien held up the peanut-sized pink pill and hard rubber tube clutched in its other hand, and stared at Eric with an expectant expression. “Are you going to make this easy?"

Even as he grimaced, Eric gave the alien a resigned nod and opened his mouth. He knew what it was: a sedative to keep the 'pets' compliant as they were taken to the back room for their examinations. Why it was necessary for a cleaning he couldn't fathom, but the human knew what would happen if he refused to take it; he'd seen too many of his fellow captives pinned down, gagging around that rubber tube as it—and the pill—was jammed down their throats despite all their resistance. He could bear this last indignity one more time before he was taken away to start his new life. But of course, that didn't make choking the bitter pill down while the shop owner petted his head and cooed to him any more pleasant.

The effects hit Eric almost immediately; his vision began to swim, and his head started feeling too heavy for his neck to support. He swayed, taking one shaky step away from his cage and then another. And then, as the world around him tilted, he felt the shop owner catch him. Eric was hefted into the alien's arms, and then came the rocking motion of being carried by the deceptively-strong being. "I don't know why you wanted this, boy, but it's probably better than here. I just hope you don't regret…" The alien's words continued, but they were too muffled and distant for the human to make out as the darkness of unconsciousness claimed him.

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Slow. Muffled and muzzy. Drifting through the heavy fog that had engulfed his thoughts. That was how Eric woke from his sedation. He could feel the crust that had gathered on his eyelids, and scrubbed it away with the back of his forearm as he shifted on the cushy padding pressing on his back. When he finally managed to crack his eyes open, the human looked around to take in every detail his new surroundings, as different from the pet shop kennels as night and day. The flooring was smooth not-vinyl over some kind of substance that had a gel-like give to it. The translucent walls gave the human a view of the larger, sparsely-furnished room surrounding the space enclosing him, but their shimmering and shifting hurt to look at for too long. A hardlight cage. Why was he in a cage?

An odd sound, almost like a huffed-out bark, drew Eric's attention to the figure in another enclosure next to his own; some kind beast—an unholy mishmash of canine and reptile—was watching the human from the other side of the hardlight wall. Its spade-shaped head was crowned by a pair of perked, black-tufted ears, and its chin and neck were coated in a thick mane of soft-looking black fur as well, but otherwise its face was that of a monitor lizard. Its body was squat and muscular and coated in shiny, deep-green scales, and had thick fore and hindlimbs that ended in wicked-looking claws. A ridge of scutes down the creature's pronounced spine led to a long, whiplike tail that ended in yet another tuft of fur. And its eyes, flat and yellow, peered at Eric from above its long, blunt snout with bestial curiosity.

Eric flinched when the lizard-dog-thing let out another bark and jumped up to set its 'hands' on the hardlight wall separating them; then the human realized how large their cages must be if the bulky creature could do something like that. A glance upward revealed that each cage was about half the height of the expansive outer room; not all that large, but much more spacious that the kennels had been. And more than tall enough for Eric to stand up or lay out straight. After the last week of staying hunched up in his cramped enclosure with little relief, the thought alone brought tears of joy to the human's eyes.

He took a few moments just to stretch himself out, groaning in pleasure as his muscles strained, grew warm, and then relaxed. Then, when he'd had his fill of that, Eric sat up and tried to piece together exactly where he was and how he'd gotten there. His thoughts broke through the cotton that had been stuffed into his head with just a little difficulty, and Eric remembered. The kennels. The wolf couple who had bought him. The pet shop owner giving him the sedation pill before guiding him to the backroom to be 'cleaned up'. He groaned, rubbed at his aching forehead, and looked down at himself; and Eric let out a horrified yelp of surprise at what he saw.

His penis was gone. Not just gone, but replaced; rather than the familiar weighty package dangling between the human's legs, there was a puffy, taut-lipped protrusion that ran from just under a tuft of pubic hair—no, not hair, but soft fur—to about where his ballsack should be. And speaking of fur, his entire groin starting at the crooks of his thighs and extending down to his taint was coated in it; almost as if his pubes had been allowed to grow back and overcompensated. Eric scrambled to sit cross-legged so he could get a better look at what the bastards had done to him, and the bottom of his stomach dropped out when the lips of his new genitals spread to reveal pale-coral flesh and the pert, plump bud of a clitoris.

He had a pussy. And judging by the fortune-cookie shape and fluffiness of the dark-brown fur, a pussy of the same species of creature as the thing cocking its head and staring at him from the other cage.

However, he didn't have long to contemplate that fact before something else jerked his train of thought off the rails. Eric jumped, feeling his entire body flinch, when the door to the room slid open and the wolf-man—Mr. Rask, his new owner—stepped in. The canid man's eyes locked onto the human as Eric crawled over to the wall of his hard-light cage nearest the approaching alien. “Oh good, you're awake. Then that means we can get started sooner rather than later."

A million different words—questions, pleas, curses laid on the wolf man's entire lineage and spiteful insinuations about the alien's ancestry—swirled through the human's mind, but didn't spill in a flood from his slack lips. Instead, Eric just gulped them down; he knew that nothing would get him out of the situation in which he'd found himself, and that as before his new owner would ignore anything he had to say.

“Now now, don't look so glum." Mr. Rask slowed to a stop on the other side of the wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “You were so eager to get out of those kennels, right?"

Even if that was true, Eric still felt a snarl twist his lips. The expression dropped off his face, however, when Mr. Rask's finger tapped on the device at his left wrist. The human flinched, anticipating the familiar surge of pain that would surely flow from the band strapped around his balls; but he didn't have his balls anymore, did he? He only had half an instant to make the connection before the expected pulse of electric agony instead sparked from the snug collar secured around his throat. Eric gasped and cried out as he threw himself to the padded floor and clawed at the damned thing, even though he knew well enough there was no hope of removing it.

“I don't need any attitude from you." The wolf-man's gaze was stony and flat as he watched Eric writhe around for a few minutes more, and then push himself back up onto his hands and knees once the pain faded to a bearable degree.

Eric spoke then, the dam of his silence finally broken. “Wh-what… what did you do to me?" He made sure to keep his voice low, even if he wanted to scream; he wasn't yet sure just how liberal Mr. Rask would be with doling out punishment. “Why do I have a… a-a…" His hand moved down between his thighs, cupping the space where his manhood should be, and there was a soft twinge in his gut as his palm instead brushed against the soft lips of the alien genitals that had replaced it. Then, as he held his hand there, he realized that the contact was sending soft pulses of warmth into his groin; far smaller than the pain still tingling in his limbs from the shock, but enough to at least take the edge off of the sting.

“Careful with it." Mr. Rask's voice grew hard and sharp, an order rather than a plea. “It's from the wife's linalisk bitch, which is worth more than you ever will be. This is a great responsibility you've been granted, and neither she nor I need to deal with you mucking it up." His expression then shifted into a grimace as he muttered under his breath. “And I don't need to deal with her complaining if you do."

The words didn't make sense to Eric; he stared at the wolf-man, as uncomprehending as though his new master was babbling at him in Greek.

A long, heavy sigh huffed out of the canid alien's nostrils. “I knew we should've gone with a pedigreed human. But no, she wanted to cut costs." He snapped his fingers and gestured for Eric to meet his impatient gaze, speaking loud and slow like he was explaining basic concepts to an idiot. “I am your new owner." Eric had gathered that. “My wife and I are linalisk breeders." So that's what the dog-lizard-thing curled up in the cage next to Eric's was; when he glanced over, he saw that the beast seemed to have lost interest in the conversation in favor of chewing on a not-rubber toy. “My wife's linalisk bitch is being shown all this cycle, and we can't have her pregnant during her exhibitions." So she was a show dog—alien lizard-thing—or something; Eric supposed that made sense, and nodded his comprehension. “And so, we bought you as a surrogate bitch for Nilon here to breed. Do you understand?"

Eric understood, all too well in fact. He knew that the crazy-advanced technology these aliens possessed let them modify their pets however they pleased; it therefore made a kind of horrifying sense that they could switch 'parts' around, even between different species. But that wasn't what he'd agreed to; what he thought he'd been agreeing to when he'd presented himself as the perfect, simpering, eager candidate for the wolf couple. His envisioned life of semi-comfortable almost-luxury crumbled before his eyes as they looked from his new owner to the linalisk in the enclosure next to his own. “I… I didn't…" He shook his head in denial of the reality staring him in the face. “Please, no. I'll do anything but…" Shameful heat flared in his cheeks as his chin dropped against his chest. “Can I… please, can I at least have my… p-penis back?"

The wolf-man shrugged. “I rather think it would get in the way of your duties, don't you? But I suppose if you perform your responsibility well, then you can have it back once your services are no longer required."

He likely thought that promise would soothe Eric's fears. That it would make the human, if not eager to perform, then at least pliable enough to go along with his demands. Instead, a shiver rocked through Eric's entire body. For a moment he was back in the kennels, hearing the desperate pleading of the man in the other cage; hearing the whining, hopeless howling pouring from his own raw throat as his sanity strained against the hell of his new life. “What are you gonna do to me? H-how am I gonna carry that thing's… how? Why? Why is this happening to-?!"

Another long-suffering sigh. A roll of Mr. Rask's eyes. A flick of the canid alien's fingertip against the device on his wrist. Eric felt the gathering tingle against his throat, but ignored it. He screamed. He cried. He begged. But there was no sound; his lips moved and his jaw worked, but his voice had been silenced.

“None of that. Whining isn't going to get you out of this." Mr. Rask stared down at the human for a long moment, waiting for the trembling of Eric's shoulders to halt and his mouth to close into a hard-set line. “Now then, are you ready to begin?"

What else could he do? Eric's hands clenched into fists as he pressed them against his knees and bobbed his head up and down.

“Good." A few more taps on Mr. Rask's wrist brought the hard-light wall between them down. Eric could have surged up, slamming his shoulder or limbs into the looming wolf-man—letting every bit of the storm whirling within him out upon the canid alien's head—but what good would that do? The human stayed in his place as his new owner took a step forward, rifled through his pocket, and finally produced a small vial. “You need to breathe in nice and deep for this to work, alright?" The wolf-man pulled the stopper from the vial's top with his slim fingers, making sure to hold it away from his face, and then brought it down to push it under the human's nose. With one last surge of trepidation, Eric took a tentative sniff.

And before he realized it, Eric's limbs had pushed him away to send him sprawling on the mat underneath him once more while he clawed at his burning nostrils.

Spicy. Pungent. Unbearably strong. The scent of whatever was in the vial being stoppered back up by the wolf-man was like fire in the human's nasal passage. Eric breathed in through his mouth and tried to huff the cloying stench back out, but it was no use; the heat of it spread down to settle like a heavy fog in his lungs, roiling within him and making Eric choke and cough. However, as the seconds ticked away and that heat spread further through his trembling body, his silent groans of displeasure began to morph into something else; just like the sensations within him were.

Eric trembled and panted, beginning to sweat; feeling a hot flush settling into his flesh like a fever. It started in his face, and then worked its way down to his gut, and then dropped lower. There was a pulsing between his thighs—in the moistening flesh of the bestial pussy that had been grafted to his crotch—that sent teeth-clenching sparks shooting up into his groin. Another deep breath only stoked the flames higher, and Eric rolled onto his side to cup his crotch once more; and blushed when he realized that the heat which had gathered within him was pouring from the alien nether lips, along with a slick wetness that coated his palms mere moments after touching the puffy flesh. Finally, the sensation that had gathered in his crotch shot back out in electric arcs through his entire body; an itch, a tingle, a toe-curling pulse of pleasure that made him whine with need.

Whatever had been in the vial—some kind of pheromones; it couldn't be anything else—had gotten an eager response from the genitalia that had replaced his own. Eric, despite the faint horror scratching with fruitless desperation at the back of his clouded mind, was getting horny.

From far away through the new haze that had engulfed him, the human heard Mr. Rask's voice as the canid man retreated from the cage. “I'll leave you to it. Try to at least get along with Nilon." One hardlight wall flickered back into existence, and another—the one separating the two enclosures—flickered out. Eric watched, struggling just to suck air into his burning lungs, as his new owner left the room; and then he turned his heavy head to stare with watchful trepidation at Nilon.

The creature—linalisk—was looking at the human once more; its attention had been caught by the disappearance of the hardlight wall between them, and the beast had risen to all fours to pad over towards its apparent new playmate. A fat, long, forked tongue flicked out from its scaly lips as it approached the human, and Eric shuddered; both in fear at what the thing might do to him, and with another surge of tingling heat that rocked through him. He could smell a sour-sweet scent wafting up from between his legs—from the alien pussy between his soaked thighs—and could only imagine that the linalisk—like the reptile it half-resembled—was tasting it on the air. Then the linalisk pushed forward to sniff at him, grinding the scales of its nose against the hot, sensitive lips of those genitals that had been grafted to the human's crotch, and Eric gasped and bit his lip. He moaned. He panted. He trembled at the sound of the soft hiss-growl rumbling in the creature's chest. That confirmed it, Nilon really could smell Eric's arousal as well. And judging by the way it flicked its tongue over the human's groin and took in deep, huffing breaths through its nostrils, the linalisk liked what it smelled.

'Stop'. The word came to Eric's lips as he tried to shove the alien beast away from him. His mouth formed it, but no sound came out; he was still silenced. And pushing against the bulk of the linalisk's muscular body was like trying to move a mountain. It huffed and chuffed and continued to nuzzle into the human's crotch, sending sparks of pleasure through Eric's lower body that set off fireworks in his head. His fingers scrabbled at the beast's scales while his legs pressed together, but every moment Nilon spent with its snout buried in his groin—every flick of the linalisk's tongue across his new genitals, every puff of humid air over them, and even the low purring sound the beast was making vibrating into the heated flesh—made the itch deep within him all the more insistent.

He tried again. And again. He tried to bat the creature away with his weakened, shaking limbs. He pushed against it until his trembling arms gave out. He even tried to pull away—his stomach roiled with disgust at himself when a faint reluctance tugged his hips back towards that lashing tongue—but Nilon's clawed 'hands' grasped at his hips to keep him in place. Eric finally collapsed over the linalisk's back, unable to do anything but let out silent cries of forced pleasure. He didn't want this. He couldn't want this. This entire situation was sick, and wrong, and unbearable. Tears pricked at the corners of Eric's eyes as he buried in face in the plates running down Nilon's spine.

Scent. Spicy and pungent and unbearably strong. Fainter than the concentrated musk that had been in the vial, but despite himself it still had the same effect on Eric; it burned like fire within him, and intensified the throbbing tingle in his genitals; in the alien pussy grafted to his crotch. It didn't seem to be coming from the scaly flesh pressed against his nostrils, however. Dazed and reeling, Eric lifted his head to look around for the source of that disgusting, heavenly smell; and when he looked down, twisting himself to peek at Nilon's underbelly with a gulp of trepidation, he found it.

The linalisk had a sheath dangling between its stout thighs; fat and heavy and plump, with a pair of enormous testicles swinging behind it. And from that sheath, twitching and dribbling clear lubricating fluid from its tapered tip, Nilon's cock hung like a gargantuan club; thick and veiny and angry red, with a pair of bumps at the base reminiscent of a dog's knot. It throbbed. It absolutely stank with the alien beast's virility. And the sight of it brought the reality of the whole horrific situation crashing down onto Eric.

He heaved, wanting to be sick; trying to be sick, but the throbbing between his soaked thighs swept his nausea away and replaced it with yet more reluctant arousal. His body shuddered and seized, and he clutched at the alien creature as it gave his new genitalia one last long, slow lick; the tip of the beast's forked tongue flicked against the plump bud of the clitoris he'd been given, and the human's thoughts were swept away in a hot gust of pleasure. Then Nilon batted at Eric, sending him sprawling on the padded floor yet again, and moved to stand over him with a deep, thunderous growl.

The linalisk stared down at its prone, shaking breeding partner, its—his; with that erection bobbing between his hind legs with animalistic shamelessness, there was no denying Nilon's potent malehood—eyes burning with bestial lust. And as Eric met those eyes, his mind let out one last scream of resistance and then fell silent. What could he do to escape his situation? He could cry and beg, but his voice had been taken from him. He could push through the arousal that had turned his limbs to jelly and fight the linalisk—try to, at least—but he had no doubt that any damage done to Mr. Rask's breeding stud would be punished with merciless severity. He couldn't run, and he couldn't put an end to his own suffering—even if he had the figurative balls to, there was nothing in either cage that he could do it with. And so Eric rolled onto all fours, faced away from the linalisk while hanging his head, and waited.

Another puff of breath over the humid nether lips between his spread legs, and another torturous flick of the beast's tongue on his groin. He grunted as Nilon jumped up onto his back, and braced himself under the creature's considerable weight as best he could; if he were in any other position, Eric might have enjoyed the feeling of the linalisk's soft fur on his spine. Then something thick and hard and pulsating—Nilon's eager shaft—brushed against his thigh, moved up to his crotch, and slammed into him as the human's world flashed white-hot.

It should have hurt. Eric should have thrown his head back and strained his throat with a howl of pain as Nilon's gargantuan cock slid into the pussy that had been grafted onto him. He should have squirmed and writhed as the pillar of flesh ground against his itching inner walls until the bulbs at the bestial erection's base settled against the throbbing clit that had replaced his own manhood. But it was all the human could do to keep himself from collapsing into a boneless, silently-babbling heap of pleasure. No matter how much his conscious mind resisted, scrabbling for purchase as the tide of lust and arousal washed over it, something within him—something that had awakened along with the first flames of lust sparked by those pheromones Mr. Rask had given him—enjoyed getting fucked by the linalisk.

Eric didn't have time to process that, nor to gather the shards of thought scattered through his reeling mind, before the alien beast began to thrust into him and that something rocked his hips back to meet the linalisk's crotch. He could hear and feel Nilon panting and heaving on top of him, and flinched—let out a silent croon while blushing—when the creature started lapping at his nape. The heavy orbs of the linalisk's balls smacked against Eric's rump and taint, adding to the surges of pleasure shooting up from his groin. And the human groaned with shame at the realization, but the creature's cock within him felt good. Amazing. Rapturous; especially when the bulbs at the base of Nilon's erection—the linalisk's knot—began to swell, popping in and out of his pussy lips as they grew larger and fatter. And when that knot finally locked into him, and the alien beast shuddered and hissed out its orgasm, Eric felt the springcoil that had wound tight within him snap and send a gush of slick heat spurting from his depths to coat the flesh and fur that was grinding together between his thighs.

And he also felt surge after surge of heat—wet and thick and copious—shooting deep into him as Nilon bred him for the first time.

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But not, as some lingering piece of him hoped, the last. Eric was left in the now-combined cage with Nilon, the hardlight wall that had separated them at first never reappearing. After he'd finished rutting—violating—the human, the linalisk tugged his swollen knot out of the tautened nether lips between Eric's thighs and moved away to curl up and lick himself clean. Eric, meanwhile, was left to finally collapse into a soaked, trembling heap as the heat within his gut faded; faded, and was soon replaced by a dull, throbbing soreness that settled into his groin. He clutched at himself as the stretched inner walls and broken-in opening of his new genitals burned with exhaustion. And a new heat, shameful and embarrassed, flooded his cheeks when he felt the thick, sticky substance--what could only be Nilon's semen--dribbling from that twinging opening.

The pain didn't fade away for a long while. By the time it had become at least bearable, Nilon had returned to bat at the prone human with his snout and huff in reply to Eric's low groaning. The human pushed himself up to his hands and knees, let out a silenced whimper as the muscles in his limbs strained and ached, and then rose up to his feet for the first time in weeks. He had to lean against Nilon, setting his hands on the alien beast's back to support himself as his legs shook and threatened to give out; and for the first time he got a sense of how massive the linalisk really was.

The creature's body, even with his squat stature, rose up to the human's hip. One of his forelimbs was as thick around as Eric's shin, and his 'hands' seemed large enough to engulf the human's face; never mind the strong, muscular thighs and hips that supported Nilon's thick-based, long and whip-like tail. And his head, broad and flat and supported by his stout neck, could be brought up to about the middle of Eric's chest with ease; as it was in that moment, cocked in curious consideration while Nilon peered at Eric with one flat yellow eye.

The linalisk seemed to be deciding what he thought about his apparent new companion. Finally, he snorted and began to trundle over to what had been his cage before Eric's arrival; the human, still shaky-kneed, had to follow along with the beast to avoid collapsing once more. Almost as if Nilon was showing him around, the linalisk brought the human over to an area where a pair of heaping bowls full of kibble-like food and a single massive container—almost a bucket—of water had been set out; Eric moved back onto all fours and made to take a drink while Nilon munched on his meal, but the linalisk shoved his entire snout into the bucket to slurp up his fill before the human could. Eric watched the alien beast, cringing at the thought of sipping from the tainted water—he could still see crumbs that had been washed off the creature's lips and flicking tongue floating around in it—while Nilon finished up, padded over to a corner of the cage where soft blankets had been gathered into a nest of sorts, and curled up with a contented huff to chew on another not-rubber toy. Nilon's fluffy ears and tail were flicking with cheerful delight, and—despite Eric's reservations—the playful growling of the linalisk could almost be called cute. And then the human realized that, like the water bucket, there was no separate space for him to sleep; if he wanted to be comfortable, he'd have to lay with his apparent new companion.

Eric grimaced but, despite the roiling in his gut at debasing himself once more, scooted over to offer the beast a few pets and scratches in exchange for a place on the blanket pile; and when Nilon grunted and pressed against his palm, accepting the human's presence, Eric settled in to start his new life.

And so, the days passed. Eric would wake up with Nilon pressed against him, the plush fur of the linalisk's chest and underbelly offering an enjoyable—if strong-smelling—luxury for the human to doze upon. Once they'd both arisen from slumber they would eat, and over time Eric grew used to munching on the savory kibble in his bowl alongside his bestial companion; it tasted much better than the bitter nuggets his last family had fed him, so he could say it was tolerable if not enjoyable. And though he was reluctant at first, the human also grew used to sharing the water bucket, first letting the linalisk drink his fill—and letting the heavier detritus left behind sink to the bottom, then skimming the floaters off the top—before sipping from what was left for him. At least he could take some comfort in having a companion to share a meal with, even one like Nilon.

Then they would be taken out of their enclosure by a pair of bird-man handlers, and walked into a large, park-like run of coral-blue 'grass' to exercise for an hour or so; Mr. Rask himself only made the occasional appearance, first to set Eric's collar to at least allow the human to make chuffing and grunting noises similar to Nilon's, and then to 'check in' on how the new breeding bitch was doing. After the proper amount of time, the pair would then be bathed and groomed together. Eric had long since lost his very-human shame at walking around naked and having to squat down out in the open to do his business like the animal his alien owners regarded him as, but being lifted up and scrubbed head-to-toe with steri-spray-soaked cloths before having his hair brushed by one or the other of his handlers brought it slamming back like a fist in his gut.

And when he relieved himself—the sheer difference of his new genitalia posing problems of its own the first few times—Eric soon noticed that Nilon, at least, would refuse to give him any privacy; the linalisk would watch him, those yellow eyes following Eric's every move, and then lumber over to relieve himself as well once the human was finished. At first, Eric thought it was just a coincidence that the alien would go just after and in the exact same places he did. But Nilon staring right at him as he'd lift one hind leg—almost as if to make a show of his stream spurting from that thick sheath to splatter into Eric's puddle—or squat down and hike his tail up—adding his own steaming dung to the pile Eric would leave behind—quickly made it clear to him what the linalisk was doing; Nilon was asserting his claim on the territory they shared, and proving his dominance over his human companion by covering any traces of Eric's waste with his own. Eric wasn't sure what to make of that at first, but as time went on he came to accept that it was how things were.

Once they were put back in their cage, the two of them would play. Nilon had regarded the human with curious disinterest at first, and Eric had regarded the linalisk with caution in return, but eventually a sheer lack of anything else with which to occupy themselves drove the pair to chase each other around their enclosure and wrestle each other. They would toss Nilon's toys back and forth; or rather, Eric would toss Nilon's toys for the alien beast to galumph after, and then the two would struggle in a fierce—though playful—tug-of-war over the not-rubber balls before doing the whole thing over again. They would hiss and rumble and purr to each other, Eric learning to imitate the linalisk's vocalizations in an effort to communicate, even if only basic concepts. Eventually the pair would tire each other out and settle in together to rest, Nilon's head on Eric's lap and the human's hands petting the beast's head and back.

And, of course, the human and linalisk pair would fuck. As Eric would wander around the cage, he'd occasionally pass by the area where he and Nilon had first 'gotten to know' each other. The not-nylon mat there was soaked with the scent of his violation—pungent musk, both masculine and feminine, and the rich aroma of what Eric would quickly come to recognize as his partner's virile seed—and the smell—much like the first whiff the human had gotten of the alien creature's pheromones—would tingle in his lungs. That tingling would then settle into his crotch, spreading into a full-body itch. That itch would become more and more insistent as his new genitalia—his pussy—grew puffy and swollen and humid with arousal. And then Nilon would sniff out the scent of that arousal, and the two would repeat their first encounter with each other once more.

As the pair spent time together, more things would begin to send the human into heat. Occasionally, a good scratching—especially a belly rub, which the linalisk would purr and croon for with delight—would set Nilon off, and the alien creature would splay himself to show Eric his puffy sheath—the richly-stinking, pre-dribbling tip of the erection pushing free from his pouch—and heavy, full, and ready ballsack. The smell would waft up into Eric's nose, and the human would be drawn—reluctant at first—down between Nilon's hind legs to fill his lungs with it.

Or perhaps the linalisk would get pent up and rowdy, start feeling especially dominant, and give his companion an expectant hiss-bark while turning and hiking his tail up high to bare his crotch and ass. At first Eric would just stare at the beast and—once he realized what Nilon wanted—refuse to indulge him, and the linalisk would sulk for the entire rest of the day; he'd even refuse Eric a space in the pile of blankets they shared, and the human would be forced to curl up, cold and alone, to consider what he'd done to insult his companion. Eventually—whether it was a desire to stay in Nilon's good graces or his addiction to the linalisk male's pheromones had grown to outweigh his reluctance to degrade himself, Eric refused to contemplate—the human would kneel in earnest submission behind Nilon to take an obedient sniff of the alien beast's hind end.

Either way, the pungent scent would slacken the human's jaw as he puffed and panted, and his lips would brush against NIlon's balls. The flavor—strong, but not unpleasant—would draw Eric's nose and tongue to the creature's groin, and the human would find himself worshiping his companion's taint and package; he'd kiss and lap over the heavy orbs, and suck the sweat and musk right out of the thick, pheromone-soaked fur coating and surrounding the sack. One hand would wander between the human's thighs to tease the pulsing, itching flesh of his pussy, while the other would reach for the linalisk's plump sheath. Squeezing. Kneading. Drawing the throbbing shaft of Nilon's erection out, and then bringing the steaming cock to his mouth so he could slurp and kiss and worship it as well. Finally, when their respective lusts had been stoked to the peak, Nilon would pull away to stare at his breeding bitch with those flashing, burning, yellow eyes of his. And Eric, flushed with arousal and whining with need, would present himself to be rutted hard and deep by his breeding stud.

And so the days passed. The pain that would always settle in after Nilon knotted and came inside him—the musculature of his inner passage burning and twinging like a limb after running a marathon from being stretched and rubbed and worked over by the monolithic shaft of the linalisk's enormous erection—became more bearable as Eric's pussy grew used to being fucked. Soon enough, the human began to notice a new sensation growing within him with every load of cum the alien beast would shoot into his depths; a heavy knot that grew larger and larger as his insides shifted and swelled around it. At first he didn't want to believe it, but an examination by his owner and handlers confirmed that Eric had become pregnant.

And when the human's pregnancy reached its peak, Eric's belly swollen with his and Nilon's offspring, Mr. Rask finally revealed to the breeding bitch the real purpose of his adoption.

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Eric rested on his hands and knees on the cushioned platform, his nervous anxiety joining the electric anticipation of Mr. Rask's guests to hang in the air of the reception room like a fetid—to the human, at least—stench. He shifted and bit his lip. His gut hung round and full and heavy beneath him. And the eyes on his bare backside sent shards of ice slithering up his spine to dig into his brain. However, when his shifting drew the attention of Mr. Rask—the wolf-man standing by the raised dias and tapping his foot as he glanced at the device on his wrist with an impatient scowl—Eric pushed himself back up into the pose his owner had ordered him to take.

He would stay still without complaint, like a good girl; and even as he flinched internally, as he had ever since Mr. Rask had first called him that, he did his best to keep his face a neutral mask. He would lay Nilon's eggs; the thought still made him shiver and grasp the cushion beneath him in his clenched fists, but not in the reluctant horror he'd first felt. And he would be silent while Mr. Rask's affluent guests bid upon those eggs; bid upon purebred linalisk offspring from only the most well-pedigreed parents.

There was only one problem; the eggs weren't coming out.

Eric had endured plenty of invasive examinations in the previous few days, being poked and prodded and probed with gloved fingers to make sure that 'her' and Nilon's offspring were developing properly. The human's new master had been assured that the womb implantation wouldn't cause any issues, and that Eric was just as fertile as any actual linalisk bitch. But finally being put on display, his hind end presented for all the other animal-alien-people to stare at as they waited for the eggs to emerge from his puffy pussy, settled a boulder in his gut that seemed to block any attempt to push them out. He grunted and bore down, casting the occasional glance at Mr. Rask's darkening expression. With his voice stolen by the collar around his neck, he could only whimper as he felt the pressure within him build up with nowhere to go. He hung his head in shame when the wolf-man huffed in exasperation, turned to one of Eric's handlers, and ordered the bird-man to get 'their girl' some assistance.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I sincerely apologize for the wait." Eric could hear the agitated grumbling of the crowd behind him fall silent as Mr. Rask moved around to his backside. “I know your time is exceedingly valuable, and that you hate to waste it. However, I assure you that in a few moments, you will finally have your chance to bid upon the latest of Nilon and Rila's clutches." Of course there was no mention of the human breeder who was carrying said clutch; Nilon was a linalisk stud whose virile seed was apparently worth its weight in gold, and Rila—the linalisk bitch owned by Mr. Rask's wife, and the 'donor' of the alien genitalia grafted to the human's crotch—was apparently a darling of the breeding scene whose eggs always produced strong, healthy offspring. Eric was just the receptacle to carry the pair's eggs.

The thought sent a strange clench through Eric's knotted gut. Or perhaps that was just a reaction to the gloved hands that were massaging the human's crotch and rump as his master spoke to calm his restless guests. Either way, Eric let out a silent gasp as he felt those not-latex-clad digits smearing something slick and wet over both his puckered anus and the lips of his pussy. The human gritted his teeth—but stayed still, like a 'good girl'—as something long, thin, and firm was pushed with slow insistence through the clenching ring of his asshole to slide and grind against his inner walls; and then a pair of small pads were placed just under the curve where his enlarged belly met his pubic mound, their sticky surfaces affixing them to the bare flesh above his crotch fur. For a moment he wasn't sure what the bird-man handler was doing—not that he could question whatever the aliens had in mind for him—but then his eyes flew wide and his mouth hung open in a silent scream.

A pulse through his backside. A throb that slammed like a fist into his groin. Not painful, but far from pleasant; an electric current that sparked from the rod inserted into his rear hole and the pads stuck to his crotch. Flowing through his inner walls. Stimulating his nerves. Making the entire musculature of his lower half clamp down around itself. Again, and again, and again; chipping away at the boulder blocking his inner passage until it finally crumbled with a low, grunting groan from the human.

His innards shifted. Something—the first of the clutch of eggs within his womb—slid into place, and then began pushing out from deep within him along with the rhythmic clenching of his inner walls. Eric was laying.

He could hear the pleased murmuring of the crowd behind him. He could hear his handler moving away after sliding the electrode out of his ass and tugging the pads off his groin. He could hear Mr. Rask whispering almost-tender encouragement to him; calling him a 'good girl' as his heavy paw-hand settled atop Eric's head. But it all came to the human from far away, through a thick fog of sensation as the pressure in his stomach settled lower and lower. Eric felt the first egg—large and oblong—sliding down his passage, stretching the tender inner walls even more than Nilon's cock ever could as its smooth, smut-coated shell ground against them. And then it crowned, and Eric let out an almost-bestial hiss of pain—sounding like a proper linalisk bitch—as his pussy lips and hole were stretched wide open as well. Mr. Rask's other hand pushed his rump down, and the human felt how the motion eased his agony by pushing the egg free. And as the next moved into place, and then the next, and the next, Eric rocked his hips in a bobbing motion to add each egg to the growing pile between his knees. Again and again. More and more. Until the human was almost used to the feeling of laying his first-ever clutch.

Finally, the last egg slid free of his pussy; and an almost-orgasmic sensation settled into his emptied-out womb. Finally, Eric was lifted off the dias and allowed to stand; he had to lean heavily on the handler who moved forward to support him, trying to keep his weight off his weakened legs. Finally, he saw the fruits of his literal-labor: the drying clutch of massive, leathery-shelled eggs he'd laid. And then he was led away, and one of Mr. Rask's assistants—a fox-woman in a shimmering dress—finally began the long-anticipated bidding.

“Good girl." Once more, Mr. Rask's hand settled atop his head. Eric tried not to flinch—his knees were locked to keep them from shaking, and the movement would surely send him tumbling down—and looked up to meet the wolf-man's stony, considering gaze. “Quite the impressive clutch you laid."

Eric huffed in acknowledgement of his owner's words.

“I'm serious. Tonight is sure to be profitable, especially with how many you put out." Mr. Rask's eyes flicked from the clutch being presented on the dias to Eric and then back again. And in that instant, Eric caught a glimpse of the gears turning in the wolf-man's mind. “I look forward to seeing how big your next clutch is. And Nilon seems to be performing much better himself with a companion by his side."

Eric nodded, ducking his head and feeling a blush burn on his cheeks.

Mr. Rask grunted and gave the human one last almost-affectionate pat. “Rest up. Your services are still required, and may yet be for a long, long time."

Eric didn't complain; either about having to keep his pussy or continuing to breed with Nilon. He didn't try to stop Mr. Rask as the wolf-man stepped away to mingle with his guests. He didn't resist as his handler took him by the shoulders to lead him out of the hall. Eric only waited, staying still like a good girl as he was bathed and brushed, until he could be put back into his cage with his companion; and the sight of the linalisk perking up as he entered the hard-light enclosure sent a flutter through Eric's chest.

As he had kneeled on the dias in the reception hall, laying Nilon and Rila's—no, Nilon and his—first clutch, an insistent desire had bloomed deep within him; a bloom whose seed had been planted over his time spent with the linalisk. With every egg—large, strong, and filled with new life—that had pushed out of him, that desire had sprouted into a deep-seated need. And when he finally fell onto all fours while Nilon trundled over to curl around and nuzzle and lick at him, that need firmed into a solid conviction throbbing and twitching and pulsing within him.

He wanted this. He wanted the burning itch in his groin—his heat-wracked pussy—which could only be scratched by his companion's fat, virile, bestial malehood. He wanted the stretch and pop and pain-pleasure of Nilon knotting him. He wanted to take his creature's lurch, feel the rush of Nilon's seed erupting into his womb, and have that seed fertilize his eggs; he wanted to carry and lay another large, ample, heavy clutch of their offspring.

Eric buried his face in the fluffy fur of the linalisk's chest, breathing in slow and deep and then letting out a rumbling hiss-purr. His hand reached down between Nilon's hind legs, seeking out and finding the plump sheath between his companion's thighs with practiced ease. And as he fondled those furry, cum-filled balls and squeezed the fleshy, stiffening tube, Eric could almost swear he saw his desire and need and conviction reflected in the alien beast's bright, shining, beautiful yellow eyes.

Then Nilon rumbled and laid down on his side, one hind leg lifting to expose his package; baring the red tip of his emerging erection to his breeding bitch. Eric moved to press his face into the linalisk's musky groin, and spread his thighs when he felt Nilon's scaly snout snuffling into his own crotch. The pair crooned and hissed and breathed in each other's scent, letting it fan the flames of their lust. And when Eric finally rolled onto his hands and knees, pushing his rump back to present himself and feeling Nilon's familiar weight settle on his back, the human felt a deep sense of fulfillment settle into him along with his companion's hot cock. He had his service—his duty—to do, and Eric would perform it with a blissful smile.

It wasn't the breeder's life Eric had envisioned, but it was close to the semi-comfortable almost-luxury he'd craved; and if he could continue enjoying the company of his breeding stud, then all the better.