Hubris.

Chapter 1.

“Hubris. It’s the greatest enemy of any civilization.” The wolf-creature’s voice rattled in Larry’s skull, “It is the supreme arrogance that your superiority makes you invincible. So much so it makes you blind to that which destroys you.” A voice without proper inflection, vaguely metallic. Synthetic. “It happened to my own civilization. Way back when the universe was much smaller. We were like blivit bleeeg <pop>… you have a word…. We were like gods. Yes. That was it.” It looked like a wolf. It walked on four legs, was about the size of a large domestic dog, had a full pelt of grey fur. “This machine around you,” it gestured with its head, “is the merest shadow of what we could do.” The wolf raised a paw.

Larry felt himself lifted from where he lay on the floor. Some sort of force field maybe. It oriented his body vertically so he was standing in front of the wolf. He tried to kick out. The field was unyielding iron shackles – his legs barely moved despite his straining. “What do you want with me? Who are you?” His voice wavered for a moment. A metre away lay the laser rifle.

“What I want from you is exactly the opposite of what you tried to give me. You can call me blivit bleeeg <pop>… Demos. Now, let’s have a good look at you.” Demos gestured with a paw.

Irresistible force made Larry lift his arms out to his side. His legs spread despite his struggling.

“Why do you wear these… coverings? Clothes? They seem to be so very impractical.” Demos tilted his shaggy head ever so slightly.

There was no transition. One instant Larry was clothed in tough fabric trousers and jacket. The next instant he was completely nude. Even his socks and hiking boots were gone. Larry suddenly felt exposed to the scrutiny of this animal. Despite the warm air of the room Larry shivered.

Demos paced around the naked human scrutinizing him. Yes, he would do. Odd that they have no pelt. Reasonable musculature. Bipedal is an interesting adaptation. Those hands look quite useful. Definitely a good basis we can work with.

“Please, don’t hurt me. I didn’t intend… I wasn’t…”

“Oh do be quiet.” The wolf stopped in front of the struggling man and stared at him. “You did intend, and you were. You, Mr. Larry, are about to become a victim of hubris. You believe you’re part of a technologically advanced species which gives you superiority over others. Look,” Demos gestured to the laser rifle on the floor. The rifle rose up and pointed toward the struggling human’s midriff, “you intended to kill me with this. You think your technological wonders give you the right to kill something you deem ‘inferior’.” He snarled. The rifle spun in the air and pointed at the wolf. Light flared in the room, reflected off every polished surface. The rifle discharged, firing directly at the wolf’s head. And the beam simply faded in a glow around the wolf. “Remember when you were chasing me down? It wasn’t your imagination – the second shot did hit me. It should have killed me. And yet here I am unhurt. And here you are, trapped in a room, surrounded by machinery you cant hope to understand. Hubris, Mr. Larry.” The rifle vanished. Demos turned away, perhaps in disgust, from the man. He placed a paw against a panel on the wall. “Okay, I need to understand a little more about how you got here, and your capabilities as a species. I’m afraid you might find this a bit disorienta…”

Landfall! Crikes, these system hops were so dull! Several months of dull inter-star travel. Better, Larry supposed, than pre-space-warp days. A trip between stars would have been impossible at sub-light speeds. It would have taken centuries. But even the most highly powered fusion drives could only warp space to a certain degree. There were some limits which simply couldn’t be broken.

Oh! You’re still using that old technology! So backward. High-technology races understand the principle of matter convergence. There is no such thing as distance – it’s merely a property of the focus of probability defining particles. It’s really quite simple to apply an absolute or relative offset of the focus of probability clouds which define… well never mind the details. Your children will be able to travel the universe. Instantly.

Colonization was almost routine. It was a pre-surveyed planet, tagged, bagged, safe for people. Establish the beach-head, drop in the fusion reactors, grow the buildings and enclosures, thaw the livestock, throw in a few thousand colonists. Go for it and good luck. Another planet claimed for the glorious human empire.

I see you treat your animals as a commodity. They’re not human, so they’re inferior. A resource for you to use. Hmm… what do you have… horses, sheep, cattle, dogs, plus sundry species in zygote banks. That’s interesting. Definitely worth knowing.

It’s funny how quickly the drudgery of planet-side life makes space travel seem exciting. This planet was dull, dull, dull! Larry guessed he wasn’t really suitable for life as a colonist. There was absolutely no excitement. After five years on this rock the colony was thriving. The livestock were thriving. The crops were thriving. It was all so desperately ordinary. Larry had taken to climbing a nearby peak overlooking the colony. He’d sit on a rock and stare down at the perfectly ordered fields, the grid-layout of the beige-coloured buildings, the tiny people with their tiny lives on one of thousands of tiny planets. He remembered with nostalgia the excitement of his journey between the stars.

If only something would change. If only there was something to hunt. But no, this planet is just dull.

There! By the bushes… What is that? He couldn’t make it out? Was that a dog? No… it looked more like a wolf! Yes, he could see it clearly now. But no-one had thawed the wolves – why would they? Hmm… guess someone fucked up. Oh! Now it’s gone. Perhaps it was native to the planet? No, the survey hadn’t found any large indigenous animal life. One of the colonists must have screwed something up. Shame he hadn’t brought his laser rifle. Could do with a bit of sport.

The next day Larry did take his laser rifle and dressed in tough hiking gear. Chasing down a wild animal would make for an exciting day. He climbed to his rocky outcrop and waited.

Aha! Not more than twenty metres away by the bushes. He hadn’t seen it appear – Larry just suddenly noticed it as though it had been there all along. The wolf (was it a wolf?) was just sitting, staring down at the colony. It was a big, grey male. One of its ears flicked toward Larry. It didn’t turn its head – it stared down at the colony. Slowly, oh so very cautiously, Larry picked up the laser rifle and flicked the switch from ‘safety’ to ‘extremely unsafe’. As he sighted along the barrel, the wolf turned its head and looked directly at the man. He could have sworn it was grinning. Or perhaps it was snarling. Just as he was pulling on the trigger the wolf winked at him! He was certain of it! It winked, and then bounded off into the bushes. Larry had been so surprised he’d jolted his aim. The shot went wild. Incandescence vaporized the bush where the wolf had been.

Larry swore and jumped to his feet, sprinting through the low scrub to follow the wolf. The animal was quick – quicker than Larry at weaving through the thickets. Damn, he lost it. No, there it was, by the cave. He sighted along the barrel and squeezed off another shot. Burning light bloomed around the wolf. Yes, he’d definitely hit it.

Hubris killed my race. What happens when a race of gods meets another race of gods? When we filled this galaxy and began to look to the next, who guessed we’d find a species even more advanced than our own?

You cant begin to imagine what it’s like – with a thought you can make or destroy a planet. Can you imagine technology that can harvest an entire sun, absorb all its energy and use that to move a whole planet to a different galaxy? We could - we did - do that. We were a race of gods.

Meeting another race of gods was intolerable. They had the audacity to offer us protected status in our own galaxy. They wouldn’t harm us, they said. But we weren’t to try to expand our borders outside our one tiny galaxy.

A war of gods. Space itself cries out in pain when reality is bent by the wrath of divine beings. It seemed a very short war- although time was bruised, space was fractured.

In our arrogance we devised a weapon – the ‘ultimate’ weapon, if you like. Suppose every point in the universe was actually one ‘place’. Distance is illusionary. Why, a god could alter the very nature of the entire universe.

Our enemy - the others - were… ah, you don’t have the language or concepts. Hmmm… they were somewhat insubstantial. Like clouds of atomic charge held together by will, by thought. Perhaps they’d been more corporeal once. We never bothered to find out. We wanted to wipe them from existence.

So we did. We removed them from the entire universe by making the universe non-viable for them. It was such a very simple thing to do. We wiped out a race of gods.

As it turned out, we wiped out two races of gods.

When the purple afterglow of his vision cleared, Larry saw the wolf still sitting by the entrance to the cave. Crikes! How had he missed! The wolf winked at him again, then turned and insolently trotted into the cave. With any luck the animal would be cornered.

His rifle illuminating the way, Larry strolled into the cave after the wolf. The cave was deeper than it had appeared, curving and twisting but without side-shafts. After several turns the rough rock walls gave way to worked stone. Something had used machinery to carve the tunnel. Larry moved forward more cautiously. Ahead flickering light reflected off the stone walls. With his back to the wall, Larry peered around the corner. Dead end; a smooth, featureless wall of grey. Near the ceiling a light shone down to illuminate the wall. To the left an array of small lights blinked in meaningless colours. There was no sign of the wolf.

Larry stepped around the corner. He placed one hand on the wall to verify its solidity. It felt metallic and warm. He pushed on it experimentally and checked for seams or breaks – some means of opening the way. The wall was solid, unyielding.

And then the wall was gone. Without sound, without transition – the wall was there, and then it wasn’t. Startled, Larry jumped back.

A room had opened before him. A chamber - perhaps as large as an entire habitat module - was ahead. Although well lit, there seemed no direct source of illumination in the room. Perhaps the ceiling itself was glowing. Around the walls hundreds of panels of indecipherable equipment glowed and blinked. There was, perhaps, a faint hum of suppressed power.

At the far end of the room – easily 30 metres away – sat the wolf with a paw to the wall.

“Well, well! This is quite the den you’ve found, Mr Wolf.” Larry raised the rifle, intending to dispatch the animal so he would be free to explore the machinery unthreatened. He stepped into the room.

The wolf turned to him and opened its mouth.

“ScreeeeeeOOOOP! Blat-blat-blat. <pop> YAAAAAAAAAARK!” Pain lanced into Larry’s head. Wailing feedback became his world. He screamed and dropped his rifle, clutching his head in agony. The wolf stared impassively. “Tchok. Tsa, tsa, tsa. Rebbit. BLEEEEEEEEEP! <pop>” Blinded by searing cacophony, Larry dropped to his knees. He couldn’t hear his own screams over the maelstrom of discordant sound. “-ATE! –ATE! –ate. -enuate. –tenuate. Attenuate. Blivet. <pop>” Larry fell forward onto the floor. “-oughts. Thoughts. Ah!” Sweet blackness and silence. Larry passed out.

“…bit disorientating.” <blink> “You’re back. Excellent.” The wolf was standing in front of Larry’s naked, spread-eagled form. “You tried to kill me. And for what reason? You were bored and wanted a bit of excitement. I think your day is about to become one of your most interesting.”

“Wha?” Larry tried to shake his head to clear his thoughts. For a moment he’d been back, hunting the wolf. “Huh? Wait, this is your technology? What do you want with me? I didn’t know you were sentient…”

“Oh please! You didn’t give a thought about me except as something to hunt. But even if I were less ‘sentient’ than you, what rights do you have to take my life – to use me for your entertainment? What gives you, human, the right to kill a wolf for fun? What does that make you?” Demos snarled at the human. The voice projecting into his head sounded spiteful.

“I’m sorry. Look, just let me go. I’ll tell the colony not to come up here. We’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry…” Larry was practically whimpering. He was very aware how vulnerable he was to the wolf’s snarling teeth near his exposed genitals. He struggled against the forces binding him. But it was futile – his limbs were held by something stronger than steel. “Please…”

“Well… no. First up, if I let you walk out of here, by the time you got back to the colony you’d have forgotten how ineffective your weapons were. Tomorrow I’d have a posse of one hundred angry colonists beating on my door wanting to lynch me. Secondly,” Demos grinned a toothy grin, “I think there’s something you can do for me – for my whole race. Now, I just need to understand another thing about your species.” The wolf placed a paw on another panel. “I’m afraid another brief moment of disorient…”

<blink>This girl, what was her name? Larry had been trying to bed her for months and now he’d finally got the bitch in the sack. He thrust into her hard. Colonization had its perks – eventually everyone got to fuck the girls. <blink> Cumming hard! Crikes, she was practically milking his cock! <blink> Pregnant? Well it probably wasn’t his. Colonist women had to expect to spend most of their time… <blink> Those filthy fags. Weren’t colonists screened to prevent that? He was never going to be able to unsee what he’d walked in on. Crikes, one guy had his cock up the other guy’s… <blink> A happy event for the colony? Yurk. So much blood! Why the hull was he in the delivery room anyway? Childbirth was not something he wanted to be a part of. <blink> … artificial insemination of the sheep? What’s wrong with the ram?

“… disorientation. <blink> Great, lots of useful data there.” The wolf stared into the distance for a moment. “Binary genders, DNA exchange, fertilized zygotes, gestation in the female. That’s not too dissimilar to my species. Interesting – I wonder if we share a common biogenesis. Ah, I note you’re strictly heterosexual.” The wolf grinned hugely again, “Well that’s a shame – this is going to be a little more distressing for you than it otherwise might have been. I need a sample of your semen.”

“Uh, what?” Larry tried to shake his head again. He’d been there, fucking that hot biologist. Reliving it had made his cock hard. But reawakening trapped with the wolf was a splash of ice-water. “Uh, semen sample? No way. No fucking way I’m going to jerk off for you.”

“Well here’s the thing. There are a hundred ways I could take it from you. I could use a reaaaaaallly big needle…” A syringe the size of a grease-gun appeared, with a needle as long as the man’s hand. The wolf chuckled as the man’s penis suddenly shrank away and his balls seemed to be trying to climb into hiding, “… or with a thought I could just make your semen appear in front of me. Extraction by field dynamics. But, no. I think a more natural method of extraction would be educational for me. And more entertaining. You sought to kill me for your entertainment. I choose to use you for my own entertainment in a much less harmful way.” Demos’ tail flicked.

“Wha? What do you mean?” Larry’s fear intensified. “Please, just let me go. I’m sorry. I promise… Huh? Hey, stop that!”

The wolf began to lap at Larry’s flaccid cock. Saliva liberally coated the man’s cock and balls.

“Cheeses Crikes! Please, stop! Don’t bite off my cock! Please, I’ll do anything you want.” Larry was practically crying. He strained at his invisible bonds, desperate to move his genitals away from the vicious-looking teeth. But no matter how his muscles bulged his arms remained outstretched to the side, his legs stayed slightly spread and his hips were immobile. The man’s genitals were completely vulnerable to the wolf. Tears squeezed from Larry’s closed eyes. Anticipation of searing pain of the wolf’s jaws emasculating him was terrifying.

Gradually Larry became aware the licking had ceased. He risked opening one eye, afraid to glance down in case the wolf had stolen his manhood. With some relief he saw his cock, while dripping with wolf-saliva, was intact.

In front of Larry, the wolf had levitated and turned away. Demos raised his tail. His puckered butthole was just inches away from the confused man. “Now, Mr. Larry, I need you to fuck me.”

“Huh? You gotta be kidding me!” Larry stared down at the butt of the wolf. “No way. Hell no! There’s no way my cock goes in the shitter of an animal. No fucking way! Crikes, I’m not fucking an animal, and I’m not fucking a male’s butt-hole. Oof!” There was a feather-touch in his mind. Heat flushed his skin as his vision seemed to drift toward blue. It seemed he could suddenly hear his pulse. Larry watched disbelieving as his cock began to harden.

“Biology is so very simple.” The wolf’s voice in Larry’s headed chuckled, “Suppress a single enzyme and suddenly all manner of effects cascade. You can enjoy it, you can hate it, but you’re going to fuck me and I’m going to get a semen sample. And look how nicely lubed with saliva your cock is. One of us is going to enjoy this, anyway.”

“Oh you filthy animal. You filthy fucker.” Larry felt a pressure around lower back, forcing his hips forward. He strained to resist, but the force was irresistible. The head of Larry’s cock touched the pucker of the wolf suspended before him. “Nononono, please, no.” And still the pressure at his back forced him forward. Larry squeezed his eyes shut tight. He tried not to feel the hot flesh stretching over the head of his cock. “Chainsaws, orbital dynamics, inventory lists, the budgetary requirements of, oh cheese…” Desperately he tried to distract himself. Anything to get his betraying flesh to soften. But his hips were forced further forward and the tight ring of flesh slipped further down his cock. “Gah, you filthy fucking animal. Now my cock’s in your shitter, filthy fucker.”

In his mind Larry heard the wolf moan in pleasure. “Mmmm… yes. Our balls are touching – does this make you gay? Just picture my fuzzy ball sack pressed up against your manly human balls.” The wolf flashed the image into Larry’s mind. He felt the man shudder with revulsion. “Your cock feels fantastic pressed into me. I’ve so missed the pleasures of corporeal form.” Demos clenched his sphincter around the human cock a few times.

“Fuck you. This is rape. I’ll fucking kill you. End this you fucking animal. Oh cheese!” The force against his hips reversed direction. Larry felt himself pulled backward. Inch by inch the tight grip around his cock receded until just the very tip of his cock was still inside the wolf. Then a massive force shoved him forward. His cock slammed hard into the wolf’s butt. The wolf grunted. Again the man’s hips were forced backward, then slammed forward.

Demos panted. Oh he’d so missed the pleasures of the flesh. This human’s cock was big enough to stretch the wolf in all the right ways. It felt fantastic. “Oh yeah, fuck me harder, faster.” He gestured with a paw.

The field oscillated rapidly, shoving Larry’s hips forward before pulling him back. No matter how he strained and struggled, the irresistible force kept his hips in a rhythmic thrusting motion. He gritted his teeth and snarled. “No fucking way. Oof. No fucking way this will make me cum. Oof. You disgust me… oof… and I feel like puking. Oof.” His anger and hatred would stop him getting sexually stimulated.

“Mmmm…. I guess if that’s true we could go on like this all day.” Demos gasped, savouring the hard fucking he was receiving. Unfortunately this was business as well as pleasure. “Perhaps some dirty pictures will inspire you.”

Instantly Larry’s mind was filled with a close-up view of his cock sliding into the wolf’s butt. He watched aghast as his cock slid into the arsehole of the animal. At the same time he felt the hot flesh engulf his cock. He couldn’t shut out the view of his cock pulling back before being shoved forward again. The field intensified and pulled him back further. In his mind Larry saw his cock slip completely free off the wolf’s butt, leaving a gaping pink hole. Before the wolf’s sphincter could clench shut Larry watched in horror his cock push forward back into the hole. He saw and felt his balls slam into the fuzzy sack of the wolf’s scrotum. He retched. “Oh you filthy fucker. Fuck you, you bastard.”

“Hmm… not your favourite brand of porn?” Demos waggled his butt, “How about this then?”

The biologist had been so tight! He didn’t think the woman liked it doggy-style but here she was kneeling in front of him on the bed. He reached down and grabbed her hips (why had his hands been out?) and pulled her back onto his cock. He thrust forward hard. Curiously, in his mind Larry could see a close-up view of her pink pussy lips sliding along his cock. He could see her wetness glimmer on his cock as he pulled back. The sensation was incredible – to feel her hot flesh sliding over his cock and at the same time see a close-up view of her gorgeous cunt swallowing his length. Larry hauled back on her fuzzy hips (fuzzy?) and slammed himself forward again and again. She was whimpering and gasping at each thrust. His fingers were buried in the lush fur of her waist (fur? What?) as he pulled her onto him.

Tingles began in Larry’s balls. He was gonna cum and fill this bitch with his semen. Make her pregnant with his child. Gods, she was so tight, she must have been a virgin. (No, that’s not right.) He thrust into her again and again as the tingling built in his abdomen. In his mind he could see her fuzzy butt clenching around his cock (Something is wrong! We weren’t doing anal). He dug his fingers into her fur and pulled her back hard, pushing his cock as deep into the clenching anus as he could. His cock spurted cum into the warm hole. Larry grunted, pulled back and thrust forward hard. Waves of pleasure flooded into him. His head was back and his eyes were closed – all his focus was on the ecstasy of orgasm. His cock pumped ropes of semen into Demos.

With a sudden shock of realization, Larry gasped and fell back. “Oh Crikes! Oh fuck!” Even as he pulled out of the wolf and scuttled backward, his cock jumped and a spurt of semen landed on the floor. With the wolf’s tail raised, Larry could clearly see a thin dribble of semen oozing from its recently fucked hole. “Oh cheeses…” he turned and vomited on the floor. “Oh you monster, you filthy fucking monster…” He heaved, and threw up.

“Mmmm…. Yes, this sample will do nicely.” Demos lowered to the floor and trotted to a panel on the wall, tail wagging. “Please, do be quiet. I need to understand your biology.” He closed his eyes and lowered his head. “Hmm… Meiosis forms haploid cells, recombination to diploid… simple sugar, phosphate, nucleobase…” fragments of thoughts too fast to track leaked from the wolf.

Larry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The monster was distracted – perhaps he could crawl to the door. He slunk backward toward escape. Yes, nearly there… He crouched and leaped for the exit.

“Nah!”

The barked command froze Larry mid-leap. He was held, suspended in the air, hand outstretched to freedom. The irresistible force again captured the human.

The wolf trotted back to the helpless man. “We’re not quite done here yet. Mr. Larry, I need to use you for a while longer.” He stomped a paw. The human was turned about in mid-air. His hands were returned to his sides and he stood at attention in front of the wolf. Demos sat and stared at the human, projecting his voice directly into the struggling man’s mind. “Your DNA and your means of reproduction are something I can work with – a starting point. Your human form is flawed – no fur? What’s up with that? But you have some exciting adaptations – bipedal, dextrous hands. And your colony is a veritable cornucopia of genetic variations we can use. Unfortunately you, Mr. Larry, are not quite up to the task I have in mind.” The wolf raised a paw and hefted the flinching man’s testicles. “I’m afraid you’re a little… inadequate. Happily, I’ve synthesized a biological agent which will increase your personal ability to assist me. It will edit your spermatogonia cells into production of modified semen and will increase the production capacity of your testes.”

“Uh, wait… you mean you’re going to do something to my balls? No, please…” the man was struggling against his restraints again.

“Hush! Yes. I’m going to do something to your balls. You’re going to end up with bigger balls and the capacity to fuck many times more than your current ability. You’ll probably enjoy the result. The process of change isn’t going to hurt.” The wolf grinned slyly, “however you’re probably not going to enjoy the delivery mechanism I’ve chosen for the biological agent. Now, there are probably a hundred different ways I could administer the agent into your body. A simple pill, for example, would be adequate. Buuuuutt….” Demos gestured with a paw.

Larry felt something push against the back of his knees. At the same moment a weight pressed down on his shoulders. He fell forward, lowered and bent by invisible forces until he was on his hands and knees on the floor. In front of him sat the wolf, panting and, he could swear, grinning down at him. Larry dropped his eyes and saw with revulsion the pink tip of the canid’s cock peeking from the sheath. As the wolf panted the sheath bobbed up and down.

“Wha? What do you mean?”

“Mr. Larry, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to mount you, I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to fill your butt with wolf semen containing a potent viral agent. As we’re locked together, the virus will transition through the mucosa of your lower intestine and into your bloodstream. It will make its way to your scrotum and once there start performing its magic.” The pink tip of the wolf’s cock emerged further from its bobbing sheath. “You should be thankful I chose that method of delivery. I could have chosen an oral vector instead. I was tempted, believe me.”

“No… please… no… please… Not there. I’m not a fag. I don’t like… I’m not…” the man was begging, crying. There was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent the unthinkable.

Demos trotted around behind the prone man. The wolf’s tail was high and wagged slowly side to side. He was going to savour this. It had been, let’s face it, billions of years since he had orgasmed. Like a wolf, he sniffed at the presented butt-hole. Musky, human. Sweat of fear. He pressed his cold nose against the human’s scrotum. The man spasmed as though touched by an electrical probe. “You should relax. This will be considerably less painful for you if you don’t fight it.” His tongue flicked out to lick from the hanging sack to the clenching sphincter of the human.

“Fuck off. Leave me alone. Go away.”

“Tut… tut…” the wolf slathered drool over the man’s pucker. He stepped forward and jumped up. His forepaws grasped either side of the man’s waist. “Now, you may feel a momentary discomfort…”

Searing hot pain speared Larry’s sphincter as the wolf’s pointed cock stabbed into him. He shrieked at the agony of the violation. He tried vainly to clench against the invasion, but that made the pain worse. Larry struggled against his bonds - anything to end the intimate pain of being raped. He sobbed and pleaded for the wolf to stop.

The wolf didn’t stop. He jack-hammered his hips forward, pummelling his wolf cock into the struggling human. His thighs slapped against the man’s buttocks, his fuzzy balls slapped against the human’s. The man’s virgin arse stretched around the expanding girth of the wolf. At the base of the wolf’s cock swelled his knot. Demos’ thrusts slowed so the knot could expand inside the clenching man’s sphincter.

Beneath him the human was sobbing and gibbering, “oh please… oh please… I’m being torn… it’s too much… it’s too big… oh please stop… I cant take it…” Around his swollen knot he could feel the human clenching and pushing – trying to be rid of the huge invasion. But Demos was cumming – squirting the potent semen into the human’s bowels. Ecstasy washed through him. Satiation of the flesh. His cock throbbed and filled the man.

A true wolf would have stepped over his mate and turned, butt-to-butt with his cock still locked into the bitch’s vagina. But Demos was satisfied to keep his furry chest pressed against the back of the human. It was more intimate, somehow. They would be locked together for another twenty minutes while the modified semen infiltrated the man. Every so often the human’s struggles would stimulate Demos’ cock. Another burst of bliss would make him throb and squirt a volley of cum. He was barely even aware of the sounds of sobbing.

Then, with a wet pop, Demos’ shrinking knot slipped from the abused arsehole of the man. He stepped down with his cock still bouncing and squirting cum onto the floor. Like a wolf, he hunched down to lick at his sheath to help the receding cock return to its protective covering.

The human sobbed, “Filthy fucker. Are you done? Are you satisfied now? Why are you doing this to me?” He didn’t seem able to clench his sphincter closed – wolf semen dripped freely down his balls.

“Oh, no, not done yet. Not done by a long way. While the biological agent works its wonders, I have something to show you.” Having finished cleaning himself, the wolf gestured.

Like a ragdoll, Larry was picked up, re-arranged, and propped standing in front of the wolf. His hands flopped at his side, with his legs spread. Wolf semen puddled beneath him.

Demos smiled at Larry, then his features softened to sadness, “I’m afraid there’s another bit of disorienta…”

Chapter 2.

The other race was snuffed out almost instantly. Billions of lifeforms killed by the change our scientists had made. Forces that had held each entity together simply no longer existed. The beings were torn apart. And they died. Everywhere. Instantly. In every part of the modified universe.

My race took longer to die. The weapon cascaded, shattering a quantum field. Who knew? Our organic chemistry simply became impossible in this universe. Our technology stopped - our computer chips couldn’t function. The change was irreversible – new laws would take too long to study and understand. Over the course of days, in screaming agony, my people also died.

But we managed to forge an artefact. A hope. One slim chance. This room, and me.

Space is infinitely small. Having evolved inside the universe, we perceive it as having distance. This is completely wrong – just a side-effect of your biology. The universe seems large but that’s because we generally traverse it one Planck length at a time. There is a natural speed limit: you cant cross a Planck length faster than ‘C’ – light-speed. To cross this room you’d have to pass through roughly 5 times ten to the power of 36 Planck lengths. That is a very big number because Planck lengths are so very tiny. They’re as tiny as tiny can get.

There’s a better way: don’t cross the intervening space. It doesn’t exist anyway. The matter ‘here’ is only ‘here’ because of a property of the matter. Actually all matter is ‘here’ at once – the entire universe is ‘here’. Space is simply differentiated by a property we perceive as ‘distance’.

This room is not really here. Neither am I. You weren’t actually fucked by a wolf. Well, you were fucked, but it was by the user interface to an idea.

We discovered you can edit properties of space directly. This means you can edit the entire universe. As my race were dying, even as were gasping our last breaths, we changed the nature of space. We couldn’t undo the havoc we’d wrought. But what if we could compound our sin, tweak the universe again to give rise to our successors?

There exists a chance I can meld your species with your animals and my knowledge to create a society which will help steer you to godhood. The continuation of my species will be in our technology and knowledge. What defines a species? Is it just the tangle of sugar, phosphates and nucleotides of your DNA? If that were true you’re almost indistinguishable from apes. Or is it more defined by your art, technology, culture - your achievements? We believe the flesh is merely the vehicle. We are more than merely a cloud of carbon atoms flying in loose formation.

Right now you are a long way from your colony. You may not even be in the same galaxy. It doesn’t really matter – this room needn’t really be tethered to any ‘where’. That corridor was longer than it looked, huh?

Chapter 3.

<blink>… “…disorientation again. Excellent. That took a while to explain, but you see my crime. We committed genocide of our race and of another. Now you and I are here to undo some of that sin by helping a new society achieve its full potential. My race will live again through you. Now, let’s have a look at you – how’re you getting along?” Demos raised a paw and hefted the man’s testicles again.

Larry’s balls had grown enormous. Each testicle was the size of a tennis-ball – his sack hung low and heavy like a horse’s. He could feel the weight of his scrotum pulling at the base of his penis. As he became aware of the change his cock began to harden. Moments before he’d be sobbing and in agony. Suddenly he was hornier than he’d ever been in his life. Crikes, he had to fuck something! “What’ve you done? Oh cheese, what’s happened to me?” His cock, it seemed, was still the same size. But now it was rock-hard and aching. If he could just move his hand he could jerk off and release this burning need.

“Feeling much better then, I see. It’s time to start building our new society.” A panel on the wall blinked. “Okay, I explained our instantaneous travel. As well as moving something from ‘here’ to ‘there’, if I know where ‘there’ is, I can instantly bring something from ‘there’ back to ‘here’. With less power than it takes to blink this light I can adjust the properties of matter and…. “

A dog was in the corner of the room. It was a big black, white, and tan thing. It yelped and spun around. When it saw the wolf, the dog’s hackles raised and a low growl rumbled in its chest. It sank into a fighting stance, head lowered, staring at Demos.

The wolf flicked his ears. Abruptly the dog raised its head, tilting from side to side as though listening to a new sound. The tail of the dog rose over its back and began to wag from side to side as it cautiously trotted to Demos and touched its nose to his. Then it plopped its rump on the ground, furiously wagging its tail. One paw reached out to thwap Demos on the shoulder. The dog’s face was practically grinning, with tongue lolling out the side of its panting mouth. It turned and stared at Larry.

“This fine girl is Rose. She’s a Bernese Mountain Dog who is tasked by your biologists with assisting herding of your sheep. She is very proud of the work she does. I can see you don’t remember her, but she remembers you.” The wolf scowled at Larry and its synthetic voice continued in his head. “A few months ago you were thoroughly pissed-off at something – one of your female biologist friends, I believe, had told you to go fuck yourself. As you were leaving the research centre Rose greeted you – she adores all her gods. You kicked her, hard. She cried out, slunk to her kennel, and was depressed for days. Rose had no idea how she had done wrong, how she had offended you. One doesn’t quickly forget the ire of the gods.

“I’ve explained to Rose our predicament and the part she can play in undoing our sin. To Rose it means elevating her pups to be a god, like you. Even I cant make her comprehend that her children would be far beyond her gods, beyond mere humans. She is enthusiastic to help out. So much so, I’m happy to hand the field controls over to her. She really is a very clever girl.” Demos strolled over to a control panel on the wall.

Rose tilted her head to the side again as though listening to a sound only she could hear. She trotted up to the standing human. Her cold nose touched the tip of Larry’s erect cock, making him shudder in his restraints. She sniffed at him.

“Nice doggy. Nice Rose. Don’t bite.” Larry’s voice was nervous and pleading. But his cock throbbed at the touch. “Go away. Sit! Fuck off! Oh cheese…” the dog’s tongue had licked his cock-head.

And then she was floating – levitating off the floor. Rose turned lazily in the air. Her tail was curled up over her back, wagging slowly from side to side. Her rump was presented to Larry, just at the height of his stiff cock.

“No. No please. Don’t do this to me… to her. Don’t make me do this. Demos, please, she’s a dog.” Larry implored the wolf.

“Oh, I think you’re confused. While your – somewhat belated – concern for her welfare is appreciated, I’m not doing anything at all. Rose is in complete control of the field manipulators. She understands exactly what she’s doing and why. She wants this. Unfortunately she’s not in season at the moment so the adjustments are going to be a little more complicated. But we will all just have to make do.” The wolf turned back to his own control panel.

Even as Demos was explaining, Rose drifted backward until her vulva was positioned above the head of Larry’s cock. Had she been in season her vulva would have been swollen and the flesh between her anus and vulva would be tightened to pull her vulva upwards. That would make it easy for a dog to thrust straight forward to mate her. But out of season her vulva had receded downward, almost between her back legs.

Suddenly in his mind Larry had a viewpoint from just behind and below the dog. He watched as the dog lowered herself onto his rigid cock, at the same time as feeling hot flesh touch his cock-head.” No-no-no-no. No, please…” But his cock betrayed him. It stood out and proud as the bitch lowered herself. The head of his cock dragged the opening of Rose’s vagina upward toward her anus. And then she pressed backward, driving his cock into her. “Oh, cheeses crikes!” Larry’s penis was enveloped in hot, wet velvet. It pressed around him, rippling and squeezing his cock. “Nonono don’t… no, I don’t want this… not this… oh crikes… not an animal…” She held him at full depth. The stretched lips of Rose’s vagina seemed to kiss around the base of his cock. In his life, Larry had never felt something so good. This was what his raging lust needed, even as his mind was recoiling from the horror of fucking an animal. His cock was in a warm and welcoming hole…

Rose released Larry from his restraints. He felt it – he was free. A part of his mind screamed to run, run, flee! But another part chimed in; absolutely… just, give me a moment… He grabbed around the bitch’s waist and pulled his hips back before thrusting forward again. He needed this, he needed release. In his mind he watched her vagina lips pull back with his glistening cock. They undulated over the contours of his penis as he pushed into her. He fucked her hard and deep. Around his cock her vagina was constantly spasming and squeezing. It felt incredible – fucking a tunnel of rippling silk. Larry’s massive balls swung pendulously as he thrusted. As his orgasm built he watched them rise up, feel them pulling against his perineum.

And then he came. He squeezed his eyes closed but still in his mind he saw his cock pulsing, pushing his semen into the bitch. He grunted at the release, bliss overwhelming him. His fingers ground into the fur of Rose’s waist. Larry hauled her backward hard, to push his cock as deep into her as he could, filling her with his seed. He could barely hear her panting between her jowls as she, too, orgasmed. But he could feel the rhythmic squeezing of her vagina muscles milking the cum from his cock. The glow of bliss held, then faded away.

“Oh cheese, oh crikes. What have I done? What have I done?” With the release of orgasm, Larry was overcome with revulsion at having fucked a dog. “What did you make me do?” He staggered back, pushing the bitch away. His cock slipped free; wet and dripping semen down his aching balls.

Rose dropped to the floor, then scampered around the room. She bounced happily in place, spinning around to try to catch her tail. She playfully batted a paw at the grinning Demos, then dropped in a bow of ‘Let’s play!’ She bounded away again. The bitch trotted happily back to Larry and woofed at him.

“Well, it seems at least one of you thoroughly enjoyed that. Rose would like you to know you gave her a very satisfactory orgasm, and she’d like to thank you for your gift.” Demos pressed his paws against the panel in several places. “Okay, now let’s see the result. Rose… Come! Stand! Wait! Oh, sorry – that was for her, not for you.”

“My gift? What? I don’t understand.” Larry sat on the floor, confused. He shook his head in denial at what was happening. He wearily watched the dog trot over to the wolf and stand next to Demos with her tail held high. Guiltily Larry’s eyes shied away from the glistening milkiness dripping from her nethers.

Twelve huge, cylindrical tanks appeared in a row along one wall. Each tank was three metres tall and a metre wide, filled with a translucent bubbling pinkish fluid. Thin tubes fed from the top of each tank to clump in the centre of the liquid.

“Twelve! Excellent. A great yield. Rose is such a good girl.” Demos examined the tanks. The bitch wagged happily. And then she wasn’t there. Rose was gone.

Larry stood and walked toward the tanks. “Is she…”

“She’s fine and happy, back in her kennel at the research station. Her work is done. She’s very proud. Now, watch the power of a god create life.” Demos placed a paw against a panel on the nearest tank. He closed his eyes in concentration. Larry heard thoughts leaking from the wolf into his mind. “… combine, adjusted for parity inequalities, incompatibilities patched, multiplex, corrected, multiplex, third tier sequence added. The hands we liked. Bipedal we liked. Phenotype of the canid generally best. Hominid brain adequate – we can tweak this. Need a more athletic morphology. Stir in some aesthetics. Apply recursive error-correction, engineer adaptive compatibility with the sources. Genome reconstruction completed.” The wolf opened his eyes. “Oh yes, this is a great recipe. Combine wet ingredients, mix well, pour into a suitable container, and cook on high for five minutes!”

Fleshy masses began to swell around the nexus of tubes in each tank. Within seconds the blobs were the size of a baseball. Parts of each mass began to differentiate as they swelled. Limbs and heads began to form. Larry stared transfixed at the developing bodies, now each as big as a football. Their features became clearer as though swimming into focus. When they were the size of a child, each body seemed to be humanoid. Two legs, two arms and a head were in the right places on the torso. Still they grew and the features defined. Wait… Surely this wasn’t right… The faces were elongated, with a muzzle. The ears were too high and too large, flopping down over the side of the head. This was a dog’s head, not a human’s! The legs seemed somehow wrong too – short muscular thighs and elongated feet. An appendage grew down from the base of their spine and curved out. It was a moment before the confused Larry realized it looked like a tail.

In fascinated horror Larry placed his palms against the curved glass of the tank and stared. In three minutes the bodies had grown to adult-sized. Perhaps even larger than a human adult. Unable to avert his gaze, he watched their sexual organs differentiate. In the tank the naked pink body grew a dog’s sheath against its (his?) lower abdomen. Two testicles swelled and dropped low into a hanging scrotum.

The bodies in the tanks to either sided developed differently. Their chest swelled outward. Two human-like mammaries – no, more than two. There was another smaller set, and another smaller set below. Three pairs of breasts in descending size adorned the chest of the females. Their pubis folded inward as a vulva formed the entrance to a vagina. The vulva was oddly Y-shaped, looking more like the female dog he’d (no… don’t think about that), like the bitch who was here earlier. (Larry’s flaccid cock twitched.)

“What…. What are these monsters?” Larry couldn’t turn his head away. Fascination and horror drew his face to the glass. Athletic musculature became apparent on all the bodies. They had strong arms, washboard abdomens and powerful legs. None of the bodies had a navel. Seconds later fur sprouted from the flesh. Thick black fur covered their back and most of their head. White fur flowed down their chest. Hands and toes were also white. But their legs and arms were a rich brown. A white stripe ran from their forehead down the top of their muzzle, surrounding the black button of their canine nose. Brown fur highlighted their cheeks. The colouring reminded him of Rose’s, although each body was slightly different. Somehow, they were beautiful.

“And now, the spark of life.” An image from an ancient movie flashed into Larry’s mind. Some crazy-looking scientist in a white coat, surrounded by arcing electricity, beseeching a stitched monster laying on a slab: “Live! Live, my creature! Liiiiiive!” Demos seemed to savour his melodramatic moment.

The creature in the tank opened its eyes and stared at Larry. He involuntarily shrieked and jumped backward. A squirt of urine splashed against the outside of the tank before Larry got himself under control.

“And with life: knowledge!” Demos gestured. All the bodies jerked in the liquid. “The entire accumulated knowledge of mine and your species. A balanced psyche, and a full understanding of their place in the universe. We should all be so lucky to be born this way. Now, if you’ll please be good enough to step away from the tanks. Yes, well back, over here.” The wolf led the man backward. Inside the tanks the tubes and wires snaked away from the floating bodies, back into the ceiling.

Twelve people stood in a row before him. The tanks were empty. The bodies weren’t even wet.

“Bing! Five minutes, on the nose.” Demos trotted happily in front of the new arrivals. He grinned back at Larry. “Congratulations! You’re a father! Six healthy boys and six healthy girls. And what strapping young lads and lasses they are too. Look, they have your eyes. Although I think that muzzle is more Rose’s, don’t you feel?” The wolf seemed to be very pleased with himself.

Larry gaped, open mouthed. “What? A father? But that’s impossible! How?” These creatures before him… The seemed ageless – adult, certainly. Their heads were canine, but the eyes were human; bright and intelligent. The torsos seemed mostly human as did their arms, fit and muscular. They stood tall - their legs a hybrid of human and canine. They walked on paw-pads, not feet. And, oh cheese, a bushy black tail swept grandly behind them – just a splash of white fur at the tail-tip.

These were Bernese Mountain dogs. His children. Impossible as it was, he was the father of a litter of humanoid dogs.

The wolf addressed them, “Welcome! Alas we don’t have time for formal introductions – there’s still much work to be done. Confirm you all know who you are, and what you need to do.”

“Yes, we understand.” They spoke! Actual human words out of their canine mouths! They turned and nodded toward Larry. “Thank you, Father.”

Gone. They were gone and Larry hadn’t even spoken to them. His children…

“No time to waste. How’re the balls?” Demos turned to Larry, reaching out a paw toward the man’s groin.

Larry flinched back, “Huh?” His enlarged scrotum swung back. He realized unconsciously he’d been standing slightly bow-legged to accommodate the swollen orbs. “They’re fine, and now that you’re done with me I’m hoping you can return them to normal.” Yet, his penis twitched and began to harden again. Less than ten minutes ago he’d had the most intense orgasm of his life, but already he was getting horny again.

“Done? We’re definitely not done! We’ve just started! So much still to do! Nah! No playing with yourself while I’m speaking…”

Unconsciously Larry had begun stroking his hardening cock – those massive testicles were aching for release again. Invisible bonds pulled his hands away to his sides. He groaned in frustration.

There was a cow in the room with them – a big, black thing. Its head was down, swaying, searching for grass. With twitching ears it raised its head and looked at Demos. It blinked a few times, then made a quiet lowing sound.

“Meet Three-two-seven. She doesn’t even have a name – she’s just one of a large herd. She was grazing a moment ago in the field south of your colony. I don’t think you’ve ever met her. But she knows you.” Demos flicked his ears, then scowled at the human. “Two years ago you and three of your friends decided veal would make a great addition to your diet. Three-two-seven’s calf was eight weeks old. She heard it screaming while you made several attempts to kill it. The smell of blood and entrails was carried across the farm while you butchered the carcass. I doubt you heard Three-two-seven calling to her dead calf while you worked. That evening you cooked the meat badly, decided it actually tasted horrible, and threw the remainder in the recycler. Blissfully unaware, you went about your daily life while Three-two-seven mourned her calf. He didn’t even have a number.”

Larry winced. He remembered. It had been a bit of fun – a stupid idea that hadn’t worked out. Slowly he forced himself to look the cow in the eyes. “I’m…”

“Don’t say it. Because you’re not.” A snarling wolf is something terrifying. “If you weren’t here you wouldn’t be sparing a thought for Three-two-seven. Hubris, Mr. Larry. You did it because you can. Because you’re superior to a cow. They are lowly creatures for you superior beings to use. Fortunately,” he flicked his ears and Three-two-seven murmured softly, “she is a very kind lowly creature. You really should give cows more consideration. They’re far more intelligent than you know. Three-two-seven accepts you have an opportunity to make amends for your sin. She’s willing to help us.”

“What? You don’t mean… no. Nononono. Oh, no.” Why wouldn’t his flesh behave? Larry’s cock twitched and bobbed at the idea of being buried in a receptive vagina. But his mind shied away from the abhorrence of fucking a cow.

“Three-two-seven is bright, but not quite as clever as Rose. So I’ll be driving the field manipulators. She’s letting me know what she wants.” With a flick of his paw, the wolf gestured at Larry.

An invisible hand picked him up, carried him across the room, and positioned Larry behind the cow. Three-two-seven turned her head to stare back at him. She pulled her tail to the side, exposing a long, pink-and-black dappled, fleshy opening. Then she looked over at the wolf.

Larry was levitated so his protruding cock was at exactly the right height. It was grotesque. There was no way he was going to fuck that elongated, quivering hole. He closed his eyes… and saw clearly in his mind as his disloyal cock speared between the long vagina lips. An invisible hand pushed him forward. Warm satin (but not quite as hot as the bitch) flowed around his cock. Up-close in his mind he watched himself being pulled backward – inches of his cock revealed from the obscene orifice. Then he was shoved forward again. His low-hanging scrotum swung forward and impacted softly above the cow’s udder. Warm satin enveloped him. It felt heavenly.

Somehow he discovered his unrestrained hands were grasping at the protruding hips of the cow. The invisible hand had released his hips, leaving him free to push forward into the cow. Lust drove him toward release. He needed to unload into this soft warm place. Frantically he thrust forward and back. Three-two-seven had been bred several times and was too loose around his cock for sufficient stimulation. Frustration made him thrust harder and faster. Instead of denying the pictures in his mind he now focussed on the details of the way her vagina folded open and closed with the stroking of his cock. Yes… yes… small twinges of pleasure in his abdomen signalled that he was going to fill this cow with his cum. Impacts of his heavy balls against her verged on painful, but somehow were stimulating him, bringing him closer to orgasm.

With a deep gasp, Larry pushed himself hard into the cow. His cock jumped and squirted. He imagined he could see the thick ropes of cum squirt from his cock. Pleasure coursed through his body. He groaned – watching the image in his mind of his cock throbbing in time with the pleasure he was feeling.

Three-two-seven hunched her back. The orgasm was too intense for her – she wasn’t used to such a long pummelling from a mate. She raised her tail. A sudden stream of hot urine flooded from her, over Larry’s cock and balls.

He grunted with surprise and disgust, pushing himself backward away from the yellow stream. It was flowing down his legs. “Cheeses fuck!” He stumbled backward away from the cow he’d been fucking just a moment before.

“Oh, please do forgive her. Cows aren’t accustomed to extended fucking. Usually a bull mounts, thrusts a few times, ejaculates, and dismounts. Very unromantic and over in seconds. Three-two-seven apologises.” Demos’ voice was laughing quietly in Larry’s mind. “However… yes… Four! Quadruplets! Three-two-seven you’re such a good girl! Mr. Larry, she thanks you for your gift.”

The cow was gone. Larry was sitting in a cooling puddle of rank urine. His balls hurt from impact with the floor. He smelled bad.

Four tanks bubbled and surged. At the nexus of pipes four masses of flesh expanded and moulded into shapes. Humanoid shapes. No, not exactly humanoid. Larry picked himself up off the floor. He dripped cow urine. Feeling sorry for himself and yet fascinated by what he was witnessing he approached the tanks to watch. Before him the flesh grew and elongated. Four limbs again, and a head. And, yes, a tail. But those were hooves, weren’t they? Not feet. The hands were human-like, but enormous. Powerful. The chest was very wide – the whole body was incredibly muscular. The head was huge – a long muzzle and large, rounded ears. Were those horns on the head? On the body in the nearest tank a large bulge formed, and differentiated into four smaller protuberances – was that an udder? To his left at the groin of body in the next tank Larry watched another large bulge form. But this bulged sagged low and filled with two gigantic testicles – even bigger than the monstrosities between his own legs. A male then. A bull. Near its midriff a mound of flesh formed into the opening of its preputial sheath.

Black fur with random patches of white sprouted over the bodies in the tanks. Larry was reminded of Minotaurs from mythology made flesh. They opened their eyes and stared vacantly for a moment. Then all shuddered and spasmed in the sloshing liquid as their minds were formed and filled.

“And again, if you’d step back with me. Thank you.” Demos gestured a paw.

Four huge bovines towered before them – two males, two females. They must have been eight feet tall. His children.

“Yes, we know what we’re to do. Thank you father.” They nodded to him and smiled. Their eyes had long lashes. Somehow they were not threatening, but seemed kind. For a moment Larry was lost for words.

And then they were gone. He didn’t even get to say ‘hello’.

“Why…” he began.

“Time is running out. The ‘why’ will become apparent. We need to keep going. You smell terrible, by the way.” The wolf wrinkled his nose.

Yes, he realized he did reek. “Yeah well that horrid cow… oh!” Larry was clean. The floor of the room was pristine. Even the air smelled fresh. His cock throbbed. “Oh no. Please. I cant. Let me go. I’m begging you...”

“No, you’re masturbating,” said the wolf.

Startled, Larry snatched his hand away from his aching penis.

A large brown horse seemed to fill one end of the room. This was a monster – 16 hands high at the shoulder.

“Oh crikes, don’t make me fuck that!” Larry backed away. Horses intimidated him terribly.

Demos grinned, but without humour. “I’d like you to meet Dozer, a Draft mare from the colony…”

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Chapter 4.

It had become something of a production line. While Larry was being forced to inseminate some animal, Demos would supervise the incubation tanks. After every orgasm Larry would fall back, disgusted with himself, balls aching, vowing he would never be able to fuck another animal. Yet there would be the next, brought in by Demos, schooled in its role in resurrecting a society. All were enthusiastic to see their progeny become gods. The tanks would seethe and bubble and bring forth a new batch of hybrids.

Every one of his children were beautiful in their own ways. They were kind. Without exception they all thanked their father (sometimes while their father was mid thrust into the next mother-to-be). They all vanished.

They went, said Demos, to all the human colonies. Some went to planets where humans were soon to colonize. Wherever there were people, there would be hybrids. They took with them all the knowledge of Demos’ race – the ability to recreate the technology, art, and culture of his lost people. And they took with them one overriding principle to share: Play nicely with your toys.

“Wont they just die out? Animals don’t live so long. Surely there are too few of each type to procreate.” Larry remembered asking.

“Oh no, indeed the society we’re building will flourish! Your progeny will have long lives – longer than human spans. They are stronger and more robust than both their parents. They have unique strengths and abilities amalgamated from both their founding species. And most importantly they are sexually compatible with humans, animals, and other hybrid species. Your descendants will spread across innumerable galaxies.” Demos had shown him visions of future colonies in galaxies humans hadn’t even discovered yet.

Hours passed. Vaginas and orgasms were a blur.

Exotic animals filed through the room – Demos had rummaged through the zygote banks of the colony and thawed out a vast variety of species, accelerating their growth. Somehow Larry hadn’t been killed by the tigress. His fear of death seemed to make their rutting even more intense.

At some point he’d collapsed, exhausted and desperately thirsty. Surely he’d squeezed litres of fluid through his penis into the never-ending parade of animals. Larry stared up at the ceiling.

Immediately Demos was next to him, “I’m so terribly sorry – I completely forgot your needs. We were making such sterling progress I’ve neglected to feed you.” Genuine concern seemed to radiate from the wolf, slightly dulled by the synthetic voice. “I’ve prepared a hearty, nutritious brew for you – everything your body needs to stay strong and virile. You could live for a hundred years drinking nothing else and be healthier than if you’d been cared for by your finest dieticians.” A feral grin split the wolf’s countenance, “Now, there are a hundred different ways we could revive you with this food. Buuuut…”

Larry’s view of the ceiling was eclipsed by the groin of the wolf as Demos stepped over him. Fuzzy balls and wolf sheath filled his view. Uncomprehending, Larry just stared. His thirst was terrible.

It seemed the wolf’s balls pulled upward slightly even as the sheath got closer to his face. An acrid stream of yellowish fluid splashed into his nostrils. Cheeses, Fuck! The wolf was pissing on him! Larry’s body convulsed as though he’d been electrified. He struggled mightily to move away, turn his head. Invisible bonds held him immobile, unable to avoid the musky urine. Desperately he held his breath, clamped his mouth shut. Eventually asphyxiation forced him to open his mouth to draw breath. But unless he swallowed the stream now directed down his throat he’d get a lungful of piss instead of air. Bitterness of strong, unsweetened tea filled his world, tasting the musky ichor as he swallowed. His stomach rebelled – cramping and churning in preparation for violent expulsion.

This is it. I’m about to die, gagging and drowning in wolf piss.

Aphrodite poured sweet, honey-coloured nectar from a ewer into his mouth. Birds flitted around the orchids in her hair, haloed by the afternoon sun. She smiled down at Larry cradled in her lap. Golden liquid glittered in a gentle arc from the lip of the urn to his waiting mouth. Ambrosia with the scent of flowers and taste of sunshine filled his senses. He swallowed eagerly, feeling his body infused with strength. Why had his stomach been so knotted and clenched? The potent delicacy slaked his thirst, making him feel alive. He longed to reach up and caress those two alabaster breasts. Larry drank the providence of the gods.

He stank. Acrid musk dribbled from his nose. It was in his hair – his head lay in a puddle of piss. It stung his eyes as he blinked it away. Fuzzy wolf prepuce, still dripping, filled Larry’s view. Then ceiling – Demos stepped away.

“Oh you bastard. You cunt. Oh crikes.” Nausea shook Larry. His guts rolled queasily. He didn’t vomit – provisionally his stomach accepted its burden. He was no longer thirsty or hungry. In fact he wasn’t even tired. Energy radiated outward from the warmth in his belly. Actually he was feeling pretty good – his cock stiffened to point at the ceiling.

A zebra squealed nearby.

Epilogue.

Larry staggered down the slope toward the colony. Bare feet gingerly picked out a path. He stank; Demos had ‘neglected’ to clean him up.

Time had become meaningless in that place – a long blur of fucking, crying, begging, a carnival of monsters. Surely he’d been in there forever. Then there had been a soft ‘ding!’ from a panel on the wall. Almost comical – like an ancient microwave oven from the classic movies: Ding! We’re done. The parade was ended.

“Thank you for your assistance – you can go.” Demos was fading to transparency. Walls shimmered as they faded.

“Wha? What?” Larry blinked, uncomprehending. The last pack of wolf-hybrids had just departed. Where was the next abomination for him to commit?

But Demos was gone too. Only his synthetic voice remained, for a moment, in Larry’s mind, “We did it. We achieved the prerequisite determination – my race has been revived through your progeny. This machine’s existence is now unsustainable. You, my friend, have assured your race the status of gods. Our children will be shepherds of the universe rather than subjugators. Be well. And play nice!”

Only a shallow cave remained as Larry stepped out into the natural light of mid-morning. His ordeal was over. His balls ached. Absently he rubbed his scrotum, then realized with a start his balls had returned to normal size. Perhaps he’d depleted the demonic concoction the wolf had…. No, his mind shied away from that thought.

Ahead was the laundry block of the colony. With luck he could sneak around and…

“Larry! Cheeses, where have you been!” One of the farmers; his drinking buddy, Terry. “Why’re you naked? Crikes! You smell like piss! Here, take my jacket.” He gave his coat to his shivering friend.

“Terry, thanks. I… what day is it?” tremors shook his body and voice. The jacket was warm, protective.

“Uh, Wednesday. I last saw you Monday morning, two days ago.”

Two days. 48 hours. Larry’s mind began to work numbers. Five minutes to grow a body. Say, a minute of introductions. Ten animals an hour. Four hundred and eighty fucks. He blinked – surely that cant be right. Twelve tanks – not always full. Although… those goddamned foxes – he’d been forced to fuck several, one immediately after the next keeping all twelve tanks at capacity. Say, average of ten tanks working constantly. Oh cheeses! Almost five thousand progeny…

“Larry? Are you okay? You’ve gone pale.” His friend shook him.

Larry binked, “Oh, uh, yeah.” He looked around. “Where is everyone?”

“Oh cheeses, Larry. You don’t know… Look, you gotta come with me right now. Something important has been happening while you’ve been away. An alien… sorta. Well, you’ll see.” Terry ushered Larry through the compound. “In the common-room with the rest of the colonists. We’ll get you cleaned up after. But, cheeses, Larry you gotta see this right now.”

The two men stepped through the doors of the colony’s gathering place. The room was crowded with people listening to a lecture from… Oh no…

At the farthest end, making diagrams on a chalkboard, a towering figure addressed the crowd. The lecturer stood seven feet tall, with a pelt of black, white, and brown fur. Its head was canine with a white stripe down its muzzle. The naked creature was obviously male. At its feet sat Rose, the colony’s Bernese Mountain dog. She panted happily, staring up at her puppy while he lectured. Rose was the first to notice Larry as he walked in. She leapt to her feet and woofed a greeting.

The canine hybrid glanced up and saw the newcomers. An enormous grin illuminated the dog-hybrid’s face. “Father! You’re back! It’s so great to see you again!”

Every face in the room turned to stare at Larry.

Fin.