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The Cataclysm left most of the world uninhabitable, and only the Great Dome allowed the survivors to cling to a tenuous existence. The Dome provided shelter, breathable air, safe food and water, and a measure of safety and order. Its foremost purpose was to ensure the long term survival of the canine race, and in pursuit of this goal, the central artificial intelligence that ran the complex instituted a mandatory breeding program. Each year, a lottery selected a certain number of individuals, who were then matched according to genetic profile and general health. To prevent unnecessary emotional entanglements, the selected breeders oftentimes didn't even meet in person. The male provided a sperm sample, and the female underwent artificial insemination. It was only in special circumstances that more natural methods were used.

Circumstances like Raychel's. After failing to become pregnant, the husky was now required to have sex with her counterpart while in heat, and she was not happy about it. She always knew her number would come up eventually, but had always entertained a fantasy that she could talk her way out of her duty. Why should she waste time popping out pups when she was an up-and-coming physicist? She was still relatively young, but she had already impressed her superiors and was now involved in an important experiment that could potentially reveal the origins of the Cataclysm. Unfortunately, her reasoning didn't sway the central AI.

So now she stood naked in a cold and sterile chamber somewhere in the medical bay, waiting for her assigned partner. A variety of mats and foam blocks were scattered across the floor, apparently meant to accommodate various sexual positions. The short husky's thick white fur mostly protected her from the cold, but it didn't stop her nipples from stiffly poking out. She periodically rubbed her thighs together, trying to sooth the aching heat of her loins.

Finally, the opposite door opened, and in stepped a golden retriever, just as naked as she was. She looked him over carefully. He was maybe a few inches taller than average, but other than that, she wasn't impressed. His features were fairly plain; he was thin, but not muscular; his tail was straight, and his yellow fur was somewhat shaggy, especially on his chest and stomach where it tended towards a cream color. Then there was his "endowment" - nothing special down there. The husky rolled her eyes. If they were going to force her to mate with a guy she didn't even know, they could have at least made sure he was well hung.

"I'm Raychel. Who are you?" she asked curtly.

"Connor," he replied, shifting his weight uneasily. He seemed just as uncomfortable about the situation as she was, and didn't try to move closer or say anything else.

The awkward silence was mercifully broken by a chime from an intercom. A hollow-sounding artificial voice addressed them. "Subject 4844 - female husky. Subject 5902 - male golden retriever. Congratulations, you have been selected for breeding duties. Your future offspring will help ensure the survival of the species. Please commence mating activities in a timely and efficient manner."

"They make it sound so simple," the husky snarled.

"Well, it kind of is."

She glared at the golden retriever. "Easy for you to say! You get five or ten minutes of fun out of this, but I'm the one who has to carry the pups for nine months. I'm the one who has to take care of them for three or four years until they can go to the youth barracks. Nobody's asking you to put your life on hold for all that time."

"It's not as bad as you make it sound."

"Oh, right, because being a parent is so easy!"

"That's not what I meant!"

Before their argument could escalate further, the artificial voice interrupted them. "Statement of reluctance recorded. Prepare for outside assistance."

Robotic arms dropped from the ceiling - strange, spindly things with many squeaking joints and whirring servos, each tipped with a variety of probes and grasping tools. The two dogs yelped as they were seized by metal claws and propelled across the room. The machines forced them into something resembling an embrace. In a crazy tangle, their bodies were rubbed together roughly and haphazardly. One moment Raychel had a mouthful of chest fur, and the next she smacked the bridge of her muzzle against Connor's lower jaw. They tried to push away from each other, but then the robots brought various stimulating devices to bear. Some kind of vibrating rod repeatedly prodded Raychel's folds, while an odd little clamp pinched her nipples. Connor barked and squirmed as an approximation of a hand fondled his balls and tugged at his sheath.

"How do we stop this thing?" the retriever whined.

"How should I know?" The husky tried to think, blocking the painful "assistance" from her mind and analyzing the AI's behavior. It wanted them to mate. It only interfered because they were arguing, and the more they fought, the more tools it used. What if it thought they wanted each other? What if...

"Oh, Connor, you're so... fluffy? And... masculine, I guess. Oh, murr, I want your puppies."

"Statement of female pleasure recorded. Proceed with standard mating activities." The robot arms released them and retreated back to their hidden compartments just as quickly as they first appeared. The off-balance dogs collapsed to the floor.

"'Oh, murr?' Who says something like that?"

"It worked, didn't it? It's not like you had any good ideas."

"Yeah, well, you weren't the one getting a hand job from a freaking metal claw."

"You weren't the one getting your nipples pinched, whiny pup."

They both sighed deeply, and took some time to tenderly rub the areas that had been attacked by the bizarre tools. Raychel glanced at her companion. Despite the abuse they had received, his red length was already peeking from his sheath, steadily growing longer and harder.

"How can you possibly be aroused after all that?"

"I can't help it. The thing practically has a mind of its own, and your pheromones have been driving me crazy since I walked in."

"Good to know you're a slave to instinct."

"Getting an erection in front of a cute, naked girl who's in heat doesn't make me a slave to instinct; it makes me a normal guy!"

A retort died on her tongue as she felt her ears reddening. He thought she was cute?

Her hesitation gave Connor a chance to reconsider his tone. "Look, we got off on the wrong foot. Can we call a truce? We're here, and we don't have a choice in all this, so maybe we should at least try to enjoy ourselves for a little while. Does that sound... acceptable?"

She considered it, and then shrugged. "I guess."

The golden retriever gave her an apologetic smile and moved to one of the floor mats, where he sat cross-legged and beckoned to the husky. She hesitated for a few more moments, but then joined him, settling into his lap. After some shifting and shuffling, they found themselves face to face, with her legs wrapped around his torso and his red, engorged member nudging against her slit. She blushed hard. It was still awkward to be in such intimate contact with someone she didn't know.

She expected him to plunge right in, but he surprised her by firmly gripping her rump and lifting her slight frame until he could nuzzle her chest. He planted soft kisses between her ample breasts. The way his lips brushed against her fur made her muzzle flush; the way his tongue darted out and fluttered against her skin made her breath catch in her throat. Her body suddenly felt intensely hot beneath his touch. She never would have guessed that he would think about her pleasure, or show her such tenderness.

She let out a soft whimper as he continued to ply her body with warm caresses. The husky felt a growing need between her thighs, which made her involuntarily buck her hips and smear her wet arousal into her partner's stomach fur. His shaft occasionally prodded at her entrance as she moved against him. As the minutes passed, her reluctance faded away. Soon she was whining and huffing in anticipation, nipping at his floppy ears as she demanded he stop teasing her.

Connor growled lustily and eased her down, letting his length slowly slip inside her heated passage. Raychel yipped as he tantalized her, giving her only an inch at a time, and then pulling back before she could fully enjoy the sensation. Each thrust made its way deeper, until her lower lips finally met the swelling base of his cock. The husky growled happily at the way his intruding member made her feel pleasantly full.

They began to steadily grind against each other, giving in to their carnal instincts as pleasure built between them. Raychel gripped the golden retriever's shoulders for purchase, and he in turn petted the streak of blue fur along her spine. The husky's mouth hung open as she panted and gasped. Her eyes met Connor's, and she saw desire there. They paused for a moment, and then he kissed her, pushing his broad tongue into her mouth. She decided not to resist; it felt too good. Instead, she moaned into his throat as their tongues tenderly twirled together.

She pressed closer to him, driving her hips down to take more of his shaft. The golden retriever pressed back, hugging her tight as he hilted himself within her. They both barked from the sudden pressure of his knot tying them together. Raychel rolled her hips fiercely, relishing the tugging sensation that prevented her from pulling away. It overstimulated her nerves, and she howled as release washed through her body.

Soon after, the grunting dog beneath her tensed up, and she felt his hard shaft twitching and jumping within her, surely coating her insides with retriever seed. The husky had been bred, just as the powers that be wanted. Despite her ambivalence towards motherhood, part of her wondered what their puppies would look like.

"I'm sorry," Connor murmured, giving her a comforting lick. "I know this isn't what you wanted."

She sighed, though not with regret, and rested her head on his shoulder. "It's alright. They were going to make me do this eventually. But thank you for being so understanding."

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Connor spoke again. "Can I confess something? I'm kind of worried about my, uh, virility. I mean, the artificial insemination already failed twice."

Raychel just nuzzled him with a knowing grin and nudged his ear until it flopped over her nose. "Want to know a secret? I never actually used those sperm samples you provided. I hoped they would think one of us was infertile and give up."

He laughed quietly. "Sneaky one, aren't you? You had me thinking I was shooting blanks."

She giggled in return. "No, I think you'll definitely hit your mark this time. Just a silly feeling I have."

It wasn't much longer before they could break their tie. They stood up, stretched, and soon went their separate ways. In the female side of the locker room outside the breeding chamber, Raychel retrieved her clothes, feeling cautiously optimistic. Her situation wasn't ideal, but neither was anything else inside the Great Dome. At least Connor had been nicer than expected. Maybe he was right; maybe parenthood wouldn't be so bad. In the meantime, though, there were experiments to run, equations to solve, and plenty of research to do in the months before her upcoming maternity leave.