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Ryder got up and stretched. He stood in front of the window, naked – it was a guilty pleasure of his – and looked at the meager view that he and his roommates had from their domicile. Far below him, the roads stretched endlessly into the horizon, carved into the skin of rocky forests. He saw a truck approaching while another was leaving. Those drivers were typically the only people to see the world outside of the arcologies, and the sergal often wondered what their lives were like. What was it like to not have a home except their vehicle and the road itself?

Not too long ago, he remembered someone had escaped, too. Left, or escaped, it was a matter of definition. The early rays of the sun illuminated his black fur, lending it an almost purple tone. His roommates – Rocky and Duke, both of them wolves – had already left the little room, so he was free to luxuriate in his nudity and thoughts.

Yeah. Alex, if Ryder remembered correctly. He hadn't been of age yet when that happened, and the young were usually shielded from bad news like that. Not that people didn't escape the arcology now and then, but the problem was that Alex had been one of the transformed. That is, a woman, fertile and capable of helping to repopulate the world. She had given birth once, and then she had run away. That was a catastrophic loss in a world where women were so rare, only transformed from those born with female minds in male bodies… and well, these days, a precious few were born as women again.

The plague that had once killed every woman, after all. A cure had been found, but there was no cure for death; it had left the fairer sex a resource precious beyond anything else, to the point that every arcology tested every man – as they reached adulthood – for potential compatibility with womanhood.

Today was Ryder's day for that. The Day of Ascension. His, his roommates, and the rest of the young men in his “batch". All acquaintances of his own age that he had ever known.

Outside, the approaching truck had stopped at the checkpoints. The people working there looked like ants, or even smaller, from the sergal's high vantage point. It'd take some hours for the guards to check whatever cargo it was delivering. The truck that had just left was barely visible in the distance and would soon leave the world as Ryder knew it. Beyond that line in the horizon, the world might as well have ended, for all he knew, because he had never seen past it.

In truth, Ryder was distracting himself with those thoughts because he was nervous, just like all of his batch were. Every young man was nervous about finding out that they'd actually been a woman all along. Not everyone realized it. The few who did, who had always known that they were women, for them the day was one of celebration. But for all those who liked their strong, masculine bodies – or those who weren't quite sure – the Day of Ascension was terrifying.

It wasn't being a girl – no, a woman – that scared the sergal, but rather the whole notion of his entire life turning upside down. Being a man was a life of relative anonymity. Ninety-nine percent or so of the world's population was men, and he was just one among many. Women were like goddesses, or maybe precious gems, something halfway between worshipped and hopelessly fragile that had to be defended. Women were known to the world; he could, off the top of his head, name each and every one in the arcology. For the men, he could only name his closest friends, and some of the functionaries like Dusk, the aging… security guard? It was funny: Ryder had seen the wolf so many times, yet he had no clear idea what his job was.

But that was another distraction. He felt frazzled. The outbound truck had disappeared behind the distant horizon a while ago, while Ryder's own journey pointed inward. Maybe. There was a non-zero chance that today he'd be off on an adventure that almost nobody got to experience, today, if it turned out that he was a woman “on the inside" as they described it.

There was a little time to kill before all of that happened, though. They had made sure to have the test take place later in the day so that everyone would be awake and available. To Ryder, being forced to wait only made it worse! He caught himself pacing in front of the window but then stopped to grab his clothes and get dressed. The usual uniform. This wasn't the kind of occasion to dress up for, as joyous of an occasion as it was meant to be.

Everything was so eerily quiet, even as Ryder left his room. He could almost sense the combined fretting of like thirty-some men – everyone in his batch – all worrying that they'd be the transformed ones, even though being one was celebrated and almost worshipped. It was still, as Ryder thought, a total upending of your life. You'd live in a different place. You'd get pregnant. You'd have orgies, if you wanted – they had been mandatory once upon a time, but that was thought to have played a role in Alex escaping – and maybe most of all, you'd catch the eye of everyone around you. Men were obsessed with tits, the sergal knew.

In a way, being admired as if you were a living work of art was a pleasant thought. But it came with pressure. You'd have to dress up every morning, apply whatever makeup was needed, brush all your fur, and so on. Gone would be the days of just getting up and heading out without any sort of routine. Or wearing a torn uniform because you just hadn't gotten around to having it replaced yet. Being a woman seemed to be a lot of work… well, to a degree. Pregnancy and self-care. Otherwise, well, women weren't expected to do any work beyond that. They were too precious to risk their bodies with any kind of manual labor, unlike the near endless numbers of “disposable" men.

Either way, there was nothing he, or any of the other men, could do about any of it. They would all get tested, and some would transform. Maybe one could try to escape, yes, but life outside of the arcologies wasn't easy, especially not off the roads and without any sort of support from anyone except, potentially, other outcasts and runaways. Ryder certainly hoped that Alex, though he had never met her, had found someone to help her.

He hoped that she wasn't dead. No, not just that. Foolish or not, the bravery that had allowed her to escape the safety of the arcologies for whatever reason she had was worth more than just being alive. It meant she deserved to thrive, to be happy. And so did, he supposed, everyone who remained, too. After all, they had to eventually repopulate the earth with all the species that they could muster. Sergals included, he told himself. Regardless of whether you're the one putting them inside someone, or having them put into you.

At least ser-girls have those clits, Ryder thought idly. So even if he did turn, he'd have… something down there, unlike most women. That was more of a horny idea than a rational one. Realistically he probably wouldn't care about any of that if he ended up transformed. But it was a nice thought anyway, as long as it didn't leave him too hard under the stretchy uniform.

The moment he left his room, he almost walked into Rocky, who was on his way to pick something up.

“Oh, hey. Forgot something?" he asked.

“Yeah. My ID. Kinda makes me wonder if the women have to use them, actually," Rocky replied. “I mean, everyone knows all of them, anyway. At least the security guys do."

Without waiting for a reply, the grey wolf disappeared into the room, and Ryder thanked the stars that he hadn't showed up a few minutes earlier to catch the sergal's naked pondering. Then again, they'd all seen each other naked plenty of times, and even played a little with each other, though never full penetration. One did what one had to, after all, in the absence of women. Not that Ryder didn't like it, but it was still embarrassing to be caught naked doing something totally unrelated.

Both of his roommates were wolves. Rocky was grey and Duke was brown. A little rowdy sometime, but extremely loyal friends, as wolves tended to be. Well hung, too. The sergal had never really been… that. Not that he was too small or anything, but ah, the insecurities of youth. What really mattered was having them both as friends. The feeling of belonging in a little wolf pack of his own was a pleasant one.

He wandered over to the testing hall, idly. It wasn't time yet, and before the test they'd have to get officially introduced to all the concepts and whatnot. Usually, it was done by video, but Ryder had heard that the video streaming system was under maintenance today, which meant that they'd probably get a real flesh-and-blood woman to hold the presentation. It felt a little like meeting a celebrity, as silly as that idea was.

For now, the hall was empty, with an eerie air of anticipation seemingly lingering. In the middle of it was a circle of chairs, each with straps to secure the future occupant. The layout was designed so that everyone could see whoever transformed, but Ryder couldn't help but think it looked like some madman's dream of social mass executions.

That wasn't what it was. But he was already anxious, and in that state, it was easy for one's thoughts to run all over the place without much rhyme or reason. Maybe one could see the forced physical transformation as a kind of execution but… no. Ryder shook his head. Pointless worries.

He circled the whole floor a few more times. From what he could remember, the arcology had quite a few floors for batches of males, pre-ascension. Afterwards, they'd live wherever suited whatever job they got, on different floors. The women all lived on one floor far above these ones, and that was off-limits for men. The reverse wasn't true. Women could come down here if they wanted, but it was a gamble and usually lead to sex. Typically, it was consensual – the women knew what a throng of pent-up young men would want to do, and often they wanted the same thing – but sometimes not.

When it was not, it was usually Dusk handling the punishment. Maybe that was his job. Ryder didn't really like thinking about it.

He decided to simply make his way to the presentation room – the one right next to the testing hall – and sat down, closing his eyes and trying not to worry about it. There was a nagging feeling that he'd definitely be one of the transformed, because he just wasn't as manly as his friends. But that seemed to be what everyone was feeling.

He had seen the nervous tremor of Rocky's ears when they had announced the date of their Day of Ascension. The little twitches in Duke's tail, the urge to tuck it between his legs. They both had a healthy spread of interests, after all. Both liked reading quite a lot, and that was seen as a feminine trait. But did interests really matter? From what tales Ryder had heard, Alex hadn't really had any feminine interests before her transformation. It depended more on… brain chemistry or structure, he supposed. He wasn't smart enough to know for sure, but it seemed like a reasonable conclusion.

“Everyone here? Someone wake that sergal up," he heard someone call out, sharp and loud. Ryder recognized the voice as that of Dusk, and it was a like a shot of adrenaline. He shot up, and then realized he was suddenly surrounded by a crowd, and was meant to be sitting down, which he did with a blush making the red accents on his fur appear eye-achingly oversaturated. Not that anyone really cared; they were all too busy with their own anxieties and insecurities. Almost all, anyway. There was always someone who approached the Days of Ascension with the expectation that they'd finally get to fuck a woman, because they'd surely be picked to breed them first, and because they “knew" they wouldn't transform.

Sometimes, they did anyway.

“Okay. Everyone paying attention?" Dusk called out, and Ryder finally looked towards the front of the room, where the imposing – if greying – wolf was standing in front of a whiteboard. “As you know, we're having issues with the arcology's video broadcast system. So, we're not showing you an orientation video. Gods, I miss the days of portable, physical media…"

He paused, half pondering, evidently, if he should tell the crowd just what “physical media" was but decided that it wasn't worth it. That age was gone, and it'd never come back, nor would any of the things he had, back then.

“But you still need a quick orientation, and a chance to ask questions. So, we have one of the transformed here with us today. That is, a woman. And if I hear a single catcall or some other juvenile horniness, those doing it will need tooth transplants. Got it?"

There was a little bit of tension. But nobody dared to challenge Dusk openly. Old as he might be, the wolf was still strong, with a sinewy build that looked tough as tanned leather. And handling rowdy young men was exactly what he did, so he wasn't lacking in experience either. Nobody said anything, and Dusk took that as agreement.

“Right. Just remember that. Prosthetic teeth are easy to get these days, but having the old ones removed hurts like a motherfucker. Now… Cinthia, if you would?"

The door opened, and an otter walked in. It took Ryder a few moments to really take in all that she was. Her fur was a dark, desaturated brown, and her build feminine but also a little androgynous. Her ever so slightly flared hips supported a thick, long tail, typical of otters. And she was visibly pregnant, which really made the sergal feel a pang of arousal; only a few months or so, but her belly noticeably protruded, outlined by her black dress.

She stood in front of the class, closing her eyes for a split second as if to steel herself, and then speaking.

“Okay. So, you're all wondering about the whole Ascension thing, I'd imagine," she started. “I know how you feel. I was, too. But the fact is that for like ninety-nine percent of you, nothing will happen. It'll be a day like any other. Maybe none of you will change. That's okay too. If nothing happens, it's totally fine, too. I'm here to talk about the whole nature of the transformation. How it feels, and all that, you know?"

Ryder nodded. Most of the others did, too.

“The experience is… not painful. And it doesn't change who you are… mm, Dusk, am I saying that correctly?" she started, and turned towards the old wolf.

“I think you are," Dusk grunted. “She means that you remain you. Even if your body changes."

“Right. And there are like… minor things, mentally. You get sad more easily, but getting angry is a little harder. And you might cry if you watch a sad movie or stuff like that," she continued. “But you are still you. So, try not to worry about that part. Now, physically…"

She paused again, gesturing as if she was counting all the changes on her fingers. Each claw was painted with a lilac polish that made them stand out. Ryder liked the look; he'd never seen anyone with painted nails in real life, before.

“Well, you see how it goes. You don't totally change physically either. Your shoulders get a little narrower. Your hips get a little wider. And well, you grow these-"

Cinthia gestured at her chest, which was very noticeable, but Ryder was almost afraid to look directly at it. Someone behind him whistled. There was a little murmur that swept through the audience.

“Last chance to keep your teeth," Duke growled. “And it's gonna hurt."

Sure enough, though some undoubtedly wanted to challenge the grizzled wolf, none of them dared to actually do it, and so, the room fell silent again.

“Breasts, yes," the otter continued. Her tail swept slowly from side to side. “And naturally, you'll lose your penis and everything else down there. That takes a while to get used to. But it's not unpleasant. And it doesn't feel like there's anything missing, that's the really cool part."

Ryder raised his hand. He wasn't sure if it was time for questions yet, but Dusk nodded to him.

“So, you'd say it's more like… you never had one?" he asked.

“Right, exactly. Because the female mind probably doesn't expect to have one, even if it can... I don't really have specific answers on that. But, you do get used to having a pussy pretty quickly too. You'll discover how much fun having one can be later on."

She winked. The class stayed quiet with Dusk's steely gaze fixed on them.

“Then," she continued. “You get some of the unpleasant stuff. Menstruation, if you aren't always pregnant. Cramps. Softer skin – that one's nice but it's easier to accidentally cut yourself – less muscle, but not all that much if you keep going to the gym."

“Aren't women-" somehow asked, presumably without raising his hand, and a growl from Dusk cut him off. “-sorry," whoever it was added sheepishly.

“Weaker than men?" the otter asked. “Generally, yes, but a well-trained woman will be stronger an untrained man, so, you know. Keep exercising. Eat your vegetables and vitamins. All that."

Duke raised his hand next. Dusk nodded.

“How about the whole um, I read in the biology books that the women of most species go into heat…" he asked, hesitating, as if unsure of how he exactly he should phrase the question.

The otter's nervous expression was instantly bisected by a wide grin. “Yes," she replied. “Dusk, am I allowed to…?" she asked.

“To describe it? They're all adults. And they'll be good adult boys," Dusk grunted.

Going into heat was part of womanhood, she told them, even beyond the heady, titillating aspect of it. Yes, it was deeply erotic, but at the same time, it was also an annoyance. The closest parallel she could come up with was that it was like random erections were for men, with some differences: it happened less often, and it was-

“-really, really overwhelming. You sort of just want it badly. Like starving-in-a-desert badly," the otter laughed. “But it's a great time when you don't need to worry about consequences, and no woman here has to. We get help with anything we need while pregnant, birth is relatively painless, and the kids are a communal responsibility."

The class asked a few more questions. How did sex feel when transformed? She said it was harder to get into it, but the orgasms were better. Did her back hurt because of those breasts? Not yet, was her reply. Was sitting down to urinate annoying? Dusk interrupted that one, pointing out that the men could sit down and not make a mess, too.

The whole presentation was interesting, but it hardly assuaged their fears.

“Now, for some fun news. Just because we're the community's dedicated repopulators doesn't mean that we don't have other skills," Cinthia smiled. She then gestured to Dusk, who handed her a syringe. The liquid inside it was pink, perhaps as a conscious reminder of what it'd do. “I'll be the one administering the test this evening!"

There was some murmuring. Clearly, the boys at least liked the idea of being that close to a woman, even if it was for something none of them really wanted to do.

“And my final tip? Well, if it happens, embrace it. Don't fight it. If you fight, it'll just feel worse and worse. If you embrace what's happening, it'll truly feel like an ascension," Cinthia added. And with a nod to Dusk, the presentation was over. In an hour, they were to all gather in the testing hall and prepare for the worst. Or best, as the otter seemed to think of it. She didn't seem even slightly inconvenienced about having been transformed or bred.

Ryder met with Duke and Rocky outside, the two wolves already in deep discussion with each other. The latter asked the former if he had ever felt like he should've been a female. Duke's reply was more or less a no, “beyond a couple of dreams, but dreams can be anything, right?"

“How about you, Ryder?" Rocky asked, and he had to think about it for a moment.

“I don't think so," Ryder said. “But I don't think I'd really mind, either."

“You wouldn't mind becoming a woman?" Duke asked.

“I mean, no. I'm fine being a man but it's just the other side of the coin, isn't it?" he mused.

“Confident as always," Rocky grinned. “If it is you, come visit us before the orgy."

If he could, he would, Ryder reassured his friends. It wasn't technically disallowed to get knocked up before the orgy – and those were optional after the whole debacle with Alex – even if it was a little unfair to all the other men, who lost their chance. Not that they'd ever know.

Soon enough the three of them were side by side in the circle of chairs. Rocky had closed his eyes, doing that breathing technique that they'd been taught. Breathe in for four seconds, hold for four seconds, then out for four seconds. It was meant to let you relax. Duke seemed a little more worked up. Not nervous exactly, but fidgety, as if he couldn't wait to get it over with.

As Dusk and his assistants strapped each young man down on their chairs, the otter prepared a number of syringes in the middle of them, each filled with that pink liquid that, for most of them, would do nothing at all except confirm that they were truly “men", for whatever that was worth. The atmosphere in the room was so tense that one could've cut it with a knife, and doubly so when the otter started, injecting a tiger on the other end of the room.

“Remember, if it happens, embrace it," the otter repeated. “If it doesn't happen, you'll only feel a little warm and happy, possibly."

With that announcement out of the way, she moved on to the next one, while the tiger's eyes darted across the room, awaiting either nothing or a life-changing transformation of who he was, for a moment that in reality was only a few seconds but must've felt like an eternity to him.

“No reaction," one of the assistants sighed. “You'll stay strapped down until we're all done, though. Easier that way."

The tiger breathed a sigh of relief, closing his eyes to revel in his retained manhood. Ryder idly wondered what he was like in bed. Big cats tended to be either extremely vigorous lovers… or very quick to cum and unsatisfying.

The next man got their fateful injection, and then the next, and the next. “No reaction," was the assistant's observation for all of them, and soon a quarter of the room was rather giggly and in high spirits. Whatever the transformative substance was, it had a mild intoxicant effect even on men, but nothing beyond that.

Cinthia seemed to be rather intimate about the injections. It was obvious that the whole “Ascension" ritual meant a lot to her. Probably because it had been such a defining moment of her own life. She administered the injections with a kind of quiet reverence, knowing that each one might trigger the changes that civilization needed to survive. A sensual swab along the arm, the injection itself painless and quick, and a reassuring whisper to each recipient made the procedure feel a lot less cold and clinical. Less scary, too, Ryder thought to himself. He almost looked forward to getting it over with. There was, what, less than a one-percent chance that he'd change?

Soon enough, it was Duke's turn, to his right. Ryder could hear him panting quick but quiet as the otter administered the injection, and they waited a few moments while the brown wolf slumped back in his seat, as if resigned to whatever might happen. Embracing it, even.

“No reaction," the assistant pronounced, after maybe twenty seconds of quietude, and with a quiet little sigh, Cinthia turned to Ryder.

“Your turn, then," she said, placing a warm hand on Ryder's arm and picking up another syringe. They were half gone, now, and no women had been produced.

Rocky, who was on his left, leaned in. “You'll be alright, whatever happens," he reassured the sergal, as if he knew something would happen.

The otter leaned in so close that Ryder could feel the gentle heat of her body, smell her floral – no, fruity – perfume, subtly applied, and noticed an almost electric tension between them. There was a little sting in his arm, and then a warmth that flushed into him. Then, nothing. He took a deep breath, looking ahead and past the otter, and then down at himself in anticipation. When nothing happened, he felt a strange twinge of, what was that feeling? Disappointment? Did he want to change? Why would he feel sad-

Then suddenly, he felt like he was very far away from the world. Not outside of his body, but inside it, almost like the sensation of passing out but more pleasurable. His head fell to the side, but one of the assistants steadied him. All strength left his muscles and the sergal felt like he was gelatinous; limp, and soft, and malleable, an unfamiliar glow suffusing all throughout his body. The sensations came with a profound realization that he was indeed changing. It wasn't altogether describable, at least not in any vocabulary that the sergal possessed.

Maybe it was the feeling of femininity itself, engulfing him, he thought. Or she thought that. Her mind was incredibly fuzzy, and no thought seemed to come through fully formed. Instead, each was fragmented into emotions, and it felt like watching her own thoughts through a kaleidoscope, slowly turning and throwing her sense of gravity off, too.

“…changing, yes. Beautiful," someone exclaimed, almost proudly. Ryder was so out of it that she couldn't even distinguish if the voice was masculine or feminine. It was simply a voice, observing her floating in that warmth.

There was a sense of heat around her chest. That one didn't need any explanation. Ryder found herself gasping as a pair of breasts slowly grew, under the watchful eyes of the assistants.

“Cut? No, the shirt is loose enough," one of them said.

Ryder felt, in some buried part of herself, that she should be resisting. As if the masculinity that she had been erroneously born with didn't want to be discarded, as if it refused to go. But go it would. Embrace it, the otter had told her, and as her mind swam and her body became increasingly strange-feeling, tingly, and warm, Ryder followed her advice, letting the warm tide carry her away like the touch of a goddess.

There was that feeling of heat between her legs, too. A hollowness, where she'd once felt full. But at the same time, inside her, she felt much fuller. The sensation of physical emptiness intermingled with the fulfilment of becoming what she was always meant to me, or so they said. Indescribable. Wet. A blushing acceptance of the fact that she'd get wet when aroused from now on. That she'd lay on her back and… that-

Why would anyone fear this? How could anyone fear this, being resculpted by the divine hand of femininity. It was a blessing, an ascension, and through tear-blurred eyes, Ryder could see everyone else staring at her with stunned admiration. She might've not been a goddess, but she felt like one, and the next moan that left her lips as a light, feminine, almost melodic one made her snout blush and her unfamiliar sex… clench.

An orgasm – it had to be an orgasm – rippled through her body. The feeling of wetness grew. Her hips twitched and bucked, wanting more. But then, slowly, reality faded away, echoing for a while in the comforting warmth of the transformation, before becoming pure somnolent blackness.

When Ryder next awoke it was somewhere else entirely. A room mostly decorated with paintings and plants. Somewhere between a hospital room and a high-end apartment. At first it all felt like everything always did when she woke up; a bleary-eyed mixture of slowly fading dreams and growing wakeful energy. But then all the memories suddenly crashed back into her conscious mind like a tidal wave, and her heart skipped several beats all at once.

Ryder shot up, pulling off the shirt she was wearing with trembling arms, equal parts afraid and exhilarated of what she'd find under it. And sure enough; a pair of proud and round breasts adorned her formerly flat chest. She almost didn't dare touch them, as if they were sacred beyond the rest of her body, but touch them she did, marveling at the ineffably softness, the squishiness, and the little tingles of pleasure that surged through her body at the touch.

“Well, someone's eager," she heard someone exclaim, and quickly grabbed the blanket off the bed to wrap it around herself, suddenly terribly self-conscious about her breasts being on full display.

“I uh, I did, I wanted to, I um," Ryder stammered before going silent and raising her gaze to meet that of Cinthia, who was looking at her with a broad grin. “I'm a…"

“A woman, yes. Maybe a girl. Depends on how you want to define yourself. But you sure are, just like me," Cinthia giggled. “And it's totally okay to explore that body. Alone, or with boys. You seem to be adjusting faster than most, if you're feeling no hidden discomfort or the like?"

“I'm… not," Ryder said. “Everything feels amazing. Like this body has always been mine!"

She did feel amazing. Everything looked more vivid, more lively. Definitions were sharper, shades of color were more distinguished, and the faint scents in the air far more noticeable, like the otter's perfume, which she now realized was a rather exotic combination of watermelon and lilac. It was as if a fog had lifted, as if a compatibility issue had been solved. _A spreadsheet corrected so everything matches, s_he thought, recalling tasks that she'd been doing for a job until now.

“That's because it has, dear. At least, in your mind. Let me have a look at you before you start playing with yourself, just in case, if you would? Disrobe, please," the otter told her.

Somewhat sheepishly, Ryder let the blanket fall off. Her nipples felt ten times as sensitive as the rest of her chest, in the cool air. Then, she leaned down and pulled off the comfortable pajama pants that she had been dressed in after the transformation, pondering the fact that she didn't even know what she looked like, down there, and she almost didn't dare look. It certainly felt just like all those pictures of women that she had seen, though. A soft mound, with a bare slit… and being a sergal, something more. A long clit, tucked against those folds by default, but prehensile when required, so that it could guide a cock inside her, or, well, Ryder couldn't think of many other uses for that peculiar piece of anatomy.

Having it felt right, though.

Cinthia stepped closer to examine her. The otter's webbed hands touched one breast, squeezing it just firmly enough to feel for anything unusual, and then moved onto the other. They traced over her belly – Ryder shivered, at that – and then pressed flat against the muscles. A quick glance downwards was followed by a questioning glance at the sergal, who nodded while blushing fiercely. Cinthia pressed a finger against Ryder's new opening, and then into her, a sensation so different to anything that she had felt before that the sergal quivered at it. Familiar yet new muscles squeezed around Cinthia's digits before she pulled them out.

“Seems like you're a flawless transformation," the otter stated, sounding almost proud of the results. “We'll be testing your fertility soon enough, too."

“That's… good," Ryder replied. She looked down and flexed her clit, watching it twitch in response. It was a little difficult to find the right nerves, the right muscles to flex to move it. But this wasn't the right time for it, anyway. “So, uh."

“Ask what you've got to ask. You can get dressed again, also," Cinthia replied.

Ryder did so, while thinking about how she wanted to formulate the next question. She wanted to show her new body off to her best friends, Duke and Rocky, but it felt incredibly awkward to ask, especially knowing that she was supposed to have the breeding orgy too, later on. If she wanted to. Ryder was pretty sure that she did.

“If I could… meet some of my friends?" she finally managed to ask.

Cinthia raised an eyebrow. She looked Ryder over once more. “Well, you seem to have adapted very quickly. Faster than most. I don't see any harm in it, but, don't tell anyone. Some men tend to be disappointed if a newly minted breeder like yourself is already pregnant if they choose to have an orgy... though most are, honestly, probably happy to just get to fuck you."

The average new woman would've wanted to explore her body a little, first, as a way of getting to know what she was working with, just in case. Ryder, however, felt immediately ready, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

“We don't know if you're fertile yet, mind you. But there is a real risk that you'll get knocked up if you go adventuring on your own," Cinthia smiled. “And then you'll end up like this."

She took Ryder's hand and guided it to her belly, ever so slightly swollen but undeniably pregnant. It was such an odd feeling, and it made the sergal want to look and feel just like the otter did.

With Cynthia having given her approval, or at least, her okay, Ryder decided to sneak down to her former roommates. The following night, she did so. It was an easy enough journey through darkened hallways; the arcologies had rather strict lights-out curfews at night, and for the most part, they were followed. Notably, though, the schedules weren't exactly enforced. Rather, most of the men were tired enough after a day's work that they had no desire to head out at night to cause trouble.

The women, who had no exhausting day jobs, or better yet the ones like Ryder who temporarily had no responsibilities at all, however… they sometimes did so. And this was usually begrudgingly tolerated, because just about every young man welcomed a surprise visit from one.

As such, Ryder walked through empty, dark corridors. It was, as far as she could remember, the first time that she had seen the arcology at night. The feeling was eerie, as if she had stepped through into an alternate dimension; these corridors were supposed to be busy, full of movement and chatter, as they had been every waking hour of his life. There would be people standing there, talking to each other, laughing. Now, they were merely a liminal space for her. Something to make her way through, not to linger in. And outside, far below her, the endless dark forests and fields surrounding the massive building stretched on and on, marked only by the brightly lit roads and railways, which were never totally quiet.

She paused, but only a moment, to look at the lights leaving and approaching. Somehow, in an unfinished thought, she felt like all that movement below represented her own existence, somehow. Something leaving forever, and something else arriving, at an unfamiliar destination.

Ryder shook her head. As nice as the view was, there was something a little more pressing that she wanted to do. She was feeling aroused. That had been the case ever since she transformed, the otter had just been nice enough to not explicitly point it out: she was wet. Her new pussy tingled with a rather bothersome desire, as if she was already in that heat that Cinthia had described, but she supposed it could've also been the arousal of liberation. Like a checkmark proclaiming it was okay to fuck her friends.

Finally, the sergal arrived at her former room. The door wasn't locked; nobody ever locked their doors in the dorms, and so she stepped inside, only to be immediately met by wide-eyed stares from two very familiar wolves, who had been sitting there reading.

“Ryder?" Rocky exclaimed. “Holy crap, I didn't think we'd see you this soon!"

He bounced out of bed, and Duke did the same, both of the wolves embracing their old friend eagerly, tails wagging up a storm behind them. Then, they didn't actually let go.

“You're so soft," Duke murmured, almost as if immediately spellbound by the sergal's femininity. He pressed his snout against Ryder's neck and inhaled deeply. “Oh, man…"

“Yeah, just beautiful," Rocky whispered, his hands already roaming her body before settling on the curve of her rump. Ryder hadn't even realized that part was any different, but Rocky squeezed it rather eagerly regardless.

Being males, of course, she could feel both of them stiffening as they embraced her. Not their entire bodies. Only those choice parts that Ryder could feel her entire body trembling with desire for, feeling them press against herself. It was almost embarrassing how wet she was, feeling their desire for her and her body responding in spades.

She thought about potential consequences. A pregnancy was what came to mind. The thought didn't seem unpleasant, and well, it was bound to happen anyway. There was no real escaping it, unless she did like Alex had done and escaped the entire arcology.

But she wasn't that kind of sergal.

“So, what's it like being a woman?" Rocky asked. He grinned that wolfish grin that had always left Ryder weak the knees, even when she had a male body. Gods, his strong hands squeezing her everywhere was almost too much already. Ryder, despite her height, felt so small and weak in comparison. As if her body automatically wanted to submit and surrender to them merely because they were males.

Was she going into heat already? Ryder felt warm and increasingly needy as the two wolves caressed her. But she couldn't be, right? Not this early after transformation. Or maybe she could. It wasn't as if she knew anything about her new body yet, except that it felt good, pleasurable, and right to inhabit.

“It's… nice," was all Ryder could muster in reply. The two wolves were grinding against her, now. Duke behind her, and Rocky in front, even though she hadn't even expressed any desire. Maybe they knew, or maybe she was in heat and that “scent" that Cinthia had told her about was having an effect on them. Making them desperately want to fuck her. “Please."

“Please, hm?" Duke murmured behind her. His cock felt like a red-hot bar of iron against the sergal's cheeks. “Please what?"

“Please what, indeed," Rocky echoed. His nose pressed against Ryder's throat, and the sergal felt his breath on the sensitive skin beneath, and then, his tongue too. The feeling was so intense it made her toes curl. “Are you going to be our first?"

“Y-yes, I want… I wanted you two to be the first to…" Ryder started. Rocky's hand slipped down and cupped her new, feminine mound, pressing firmly against the most tender and intimate part of her. She let out a high-pitched, squeaking moan. Duke's hand roamed over her chest, slipping under her shirt until they found her soft breasts, and the hard nipples that crowned each one. He traced little circles around both, clockwise, and made Ryder moan again. It felt like her entire body was on sensual overdrive, every touch from her two friends electrifying and overwhelming.

Especially those little brushes and greedy rubs against her new, uniquely womanly parts.

“…the first to breed me," she huffed, surrendering to the swirling maelstrom of excitement, anticipation, and pleasure, tinged with anxiety. Just saying what she wanted, or needed, took so much energy that she almost collapsed into Duke's strong arms.

“Oh, we'll give you that," Duke whispered, adding a somewhat self-conscious “Or try to," and Rocky nodded. Together, they carried her into her old bed. It still smelled like her old male self. Of course it did. They wouldn't have had time to change the sheets yet. But the scent didn't register as her own, anymore. It smelled like the past, like a home she hadn't visited in years, even though it'd only been a day.

Then, they took her clothes off. Duke let out a gasp as Ryder's new breasts spilled out. Rocky was more focused on her bottom half, though he was panting just as eagerly at each inch of fur – and then, bare skin – revealed as he tugged the sergal's pants off.

They were both virgins, and had clearly been dreaming of this for a long time. Ryder's own hands were exploring their bodies, too. What had once been familiar, masculine hardness was now something rather alluring and desirable. One hand slipped down Rocky's jeans – the wolf had already unbuttoned them – to feel the stiff bulge of his erection, which immediately flexed against her hand. The other splayed against Duke's belly to feel the firm musculature. Oh, gods. She felt like a kid in a candy shop, only in a far more adult way. She wanted to explore every inch of them both, with a greedy lust as if she'd never felt a male body before.

Rocky and Duke wanted much the same, it seemed. The hunger was mutual and overwhelming. Someone's hand slipped over her soaking folds. Her clit reflexively curled briefly around a finger and she nearly saw stars. Another squeezed her breasts. She screwed her eyes shut and let the moans slip from her lips as they came. There was no use in resisting, and it was like Cinthia had said. Embrace it. And so, Ryder embraced this too; embraced the needs of her newfound femininity.

“Who goes first?" Rocky asked. He sounded hoarse and almost breathless, as if resisting his urges was the hardest thing he had ever done.

“Flip a coin?" Duke asked. They were both hard as steel, now. Ryder found both of her hands filled with thick, beautiful, lupine cocks. They felt so incredibly warm and alive in her grasp, throbbing and pulsing and twitching with desire in a way that she could never remember her own doing.

“Flip a coin. Um… coins…" Rocky replied, and then scrambled over to his side of the room, where he pulled out what he always called a “silver dollar". A coin from a long-gone era that'd belonged to his distant ancestors. He kept it as a good luck charm, and this was the perfect time to hope for some good luck. “Tails."

“Because you'd prefer getting under her tail?" Duke chuckled. “Fine, heads."

Rocky tossed the coin while Duke kept touching every inch of Ryder's body. Despite being a virgin, he seemed to have a natural knack for finding her most sensitive spots. Or maybe it was blind luck, born by him touching everything he could reach. The coin landed on tails, and Rocky almost let out a happy bark before he remembered how late it was.

He immediately climbed on top of Ryder, pushing her legs apart, before blushing. “…you're okay with this, right? Please tell me you are," he huffed, as his cock bounced against Ryder's slick, warm mound. He looked adorable, the normally quite confident wolf's eyes like those of a puppy, eagerly pleading for his treat. Ryder wasn't in the kind of headspace where she could've denied him. Her clit was already coiling around his cock and tugging on it, guiding the tip towards her new, slick folds.

“Yes," she whispered, and then squealed as Duke latched onto one of her breasts; even if he was to go second, he certainly wasn't going to be outdone. His lips around that stiff peak and then his warm, nimble tongue lashing over it interrupted all conscious thought for a few seconds, but Rocky waited patiently until his friend-cum-lover was able to speak again. “J-just go slow. I'm not sure h-how tight-"

Rocky thrust gently into her. And that was when Ryder really understood just how pleasurable being a woman could be. Her body instinctively clamped down around his length, and she squirmed and bucked, almost rolling off the bed if not for Duke pinning her down by her shoulders. The feeling of Rocky's rock-hard cock sliding into her was almost completely impossible to describe, but it teased pleasure centers that she hadn't even known she had, scratched itches that had only just begun to develop, and most of all, gave her body something to really squeeze around. That squeeze felt like heaven, the sergal's inner muscles radiating with pleasure as her prehensile, elongated clit squeezed around the wolf's shaft and then his balls. It was barely a conscious action at all, and felt more like her body was assessing his virility.

Despite being a virgin herself, her body took all of him, until those heavy, pent-up balls pressed against her slick slit.

“Wow, all of it," Duke whispered. He sounded genuinely amazed, and Ryder found that adorable enough to wrap an arm around his head and pull him into a deep, messy kiss. All of that came instinctively, too, each little motion of her tongue and his, tangling with each other as Rocky slowly began to fuck her properly.

He began to fuck her, to fuck her fertile pussy, and the thought was almost too much to bear. It was damn near profane, but it felt amazing, and as the kiss broke, Ryder moaned again, encouragingly. Even Ryder's attention was fully fixed on her getting fucked now, with Rocky steadying at a natural rhythm of sliding in and out. It all looked and felt so very beautiful despite the base, carnal nature of it.

Beautiful. That was the word, and the concept, that Ryder's mind fixated upon as her lovers lavished her with attention. She felt beautiful. But so did the cock inside of her, and the eager, heavy throbs of it inside her. All of Duke's eager touches. It was almost sublime.

“Breed me," she panted. “Both of you."

She hadn't necessarily thought of cum as anything more than a mess before. Maybe a sexy kind of mess, but feeling Rocky's balls slap against her entrance with each thrust made her focus on it. It was beautiful too, in a way. Powerful. Knowing, suddenly and deeply, that once Rocky put all his cum inside her, that “mess" would quickly cause her to get pregnant. Or if not his, then Duke's for sure, or maybe she'd have twins, one with each, after her body had drunk their oh-so-intimate offerings.

Ryder felt like a goddess. Usually, the newly transformed who opted for them had to wait until their scheduled orgies to get that feeling of a perverted kind of divine femininity, but the early preview into being physically worshipped by her friends was no less intense. She wrapped her legs around Rocky, who was now pounding into her hard, slamming his cock into her soaking wet body again and again, driven by instincts he would've struggled to put into words beyond one thing: he wanted to seed his mate, and that was exactly what he would do in just a few seconds.

“I c-can't hold it," he groaned, sounding almost disappointed despite doing far better than most virgin males could dream of.

“It's okay," Ryder replied in what was barely more than a whisper. “Fill me."

Gods, she needed it more than he did, almost certainly. Her whole body was tense with desire, the sergal squirming and trembling in anticipation. Even the very first squirt of cum inside her could already knock her up, and she wanted it, like her very womb was shuddering in desperate need to be filled.

“Don't tie, though, I wanna fuck her today too," Duke noted, before going back to suckling on Ryder's breast. Most of the kids born in the arcologies weren't breastfed, and that left quite a few adults with a kink for exactly that.

Rocky grunted, and then pushed his knot flush against Ryder's lips, but managed, through some heroic effort, to stop there. He kept himself there, and a tremor swept through his entire muscular form. Ryder gasped, yet again, as she felt his firm cock buck inside her depths. Then, there was – she wasn't sure what she was expecting – a faint pulse of heat somewhere in her depths, a kind of muted tickle as Rocky's sperm splashed against her cervix. It took her a few embarrassing seconds to put two and two together, but when she did, when the sergal realized what was happening, her legs squeezed the wolf even more tightly against herself.

Not tight enough for his knot to slip in, thankfully. Duke had guided her hand to wrap around his cock to sate at least the tiniest bit of his need, and had Rocky tied with her, there'd probably been riots. Instead, his cock, buried deep inside the sergal, kept throbbing, each throb flooding her with more of that wet, virile, and fateful heat, until the wolf had nothing left to give and simply collapsed on top of Ryder.

“Gods. Amazing. A-maze-ing," Rocky huffed. He tried to open his eyes and struggled to do so. “Holy balls."

“Well hurry up, I want to try it too!" Duke whined, batting playfully at Rocky's ears while Ryder stroked his shaft, soaking her hand in more precum. “Nngh. Stop, you're gonna make me- rrrh, I wanna put all of it inside you."

Still, in some little gesture of masculine solidarity, he didn't rush Rocky any more than that, allowing him to linger inside his lover for a minute or so and simply savor that first, potent orgasm inside a woman. It was, Duke figured, a sensation worth really committing to memory, given how rare it was. No matter how his own need burned and roiled in his loins, he wasn't going to ruin the moment for his two best friends.

And soon enough, Rocky pulled out with a groan so satisfied it was more like a deep, bassy rumble in the air. Ryder clenched hard but a trickle of virile white drooled from her well-used slit regardless, like an unmistakable mark of having been claimed by a male. It felt sexy. And she felt twice as sexy when Duke finally climbed on top of her and between her legs. As it had with Rocky, Ryder's clit reached out to slickly wrap around his cock to guide him into her cum-soaked passage. It felt so dirty and shameless.

“O-oh, fuck, I forgot sergals… have that," Duke groaned, shuddering at the touch. To him, it felt like a long tongue coiling around his already overexcited shaft. Rocky leaned in to watch while still working on catching his breath.

“Yeah, it's a pretty unique… thing, isn't it?" he chuckled. “Hot as hell, though."

Duke gasped as he finally thrust, sinking into the same silky wet bliss as Rocky had before him. He had the exact same expression on his face; unbridled ecstasy. Ryder got the feeling that it was probably how most men looked the first time they mated, and it was certainly exciting to her, knowing that it was her body making them feel that good.

Not that she didn't feel plenty good herself. Duke's cock was a little thicker inside her, even if not quite as long. And she could already feel the swelling bulb of his knot slip in between her lips too. Ryder's heart skipped a beat as she realized that Duke would get to tie with her. The benefits of going second, and besides, she really wanted to feel what being tied like a wolf would feel like.

“Fuck me," she huffed. “And don't you dare hold back."

“Oh, I- I won't. You've had t-time to get loosened up," Duke grinned playfully, a certain cockiness in his words despite the fact that he was just as much a virgin as Rocky had been. Then he began to thrust and let out an entirely undignified moan as Ryder's inner muscles squeezed tightly around him.

“Yeah, kinda hard to keep your composure, isn't it?" Rocky laughed, and then settled down to simply watch his friend fuck his other friend.

Duke took a little longer to find a rhythm that worked, but once he did, it was right back to heaven for the sergal, her voice once again reduced to needy whimpers, squeals, and merps as she was rutted. It was clumsy, yes – nobody was perfect on their first time – but the enthusiastic energy more than made up for it, as did Duke's coarse fur tickling her clit, and his cock teasing at her inner, sensitive spots. One thrust had him bump against something that made Ryder's legs kick. Her g-spot? She seemed to remember that was a thing, and then Duke's cock bumped into it again and she nearly melted into the bed, into the growing puddle of her own arousal.

If she wasn't in heat, she couldn't imagine how being in heat could make any of it feel any better. The shaft pistoning in and out her, with Rocky's cum acting as lube and leaving it feeling even silkier – while also knowing that each thrust pushed that frothy, impregnating mess deeper into her thirsty womb – had the sergal's toes curling with excitement.

Finally, Duke found a better rhythm. He let his hips thump against Ryder's as he thrust in, which made her new breasts bounce rather generously. The sight seemed rather entrancing to both of the men, who found themselves staring, one cuddling up to her and the other mating with her. Duke couldn't resist grabbing one, feeling the bounce as he thrust, but ultimately most of his attention was on the sweet, almost sucking sensation of breeding the sergal.

She was close, too. In her belly, a warm and glowing sensation was growing again, but this one was far, far more urgent than the transformation had been. It felt like she was just on the brink of something incredible, an orgasm so strong that she felt like a leaf about to be picked up by a gust of wind. She could almost picture how it'd feel, because already, the glow seemed to be radiating through her entire being, from head to toe and all the way out into her fingertips, too.

“Don't stop," she hissed.

“I won't. I can't," Duke replied, in a snarling groan.

He didn't. He kept fucking her, towards that orgasmic horizon. Ryder hoped it wasn't a mirage, but the tension just kept building and building in her belly. Like a coiled spring, or maybe like butterflies, or a ball of pure and tingly warm light, she couldn't even tell, but it was going to be breathtaking.

Going by Duke's expression as he fucked her, he felt rather the same. Just as Rocky had. Ryder felt his shaft throb and strain with each motion, and the brown wolf clenched his jaws, bit his tongue, screwed his eyes shut, and anything else he could do to stop himself from cumming so early. At the very least, he wanted to tie with her first, but each time he pushed his knot in, it slipped out again, not yet swollen enough to stay inside her but quickly getting there.

“Please," she huffed. And Duke sped up, tapping into the deepest reserves of willpower he possessed to hold back his orgasm even as his balls ached and his loins burned with a need to just let it out. Feeling the sergal's slick lips kiss his knot was already a wonderful feeling, but he wanted to feel her clench around it, and desperately so: he had no idea how Rocky had managed to resist knotting her, but he was thankful that he had.

He certainly wasn't going to.

Soon, Ryder noticed that Duke was too swollen to actually sink his entire cock into her, and that's when she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in, as hard as she could manage. Between that and the force of his thrusts, there was a kind of wet pop as he suddenly sunk into her. His expression dissolved into pure ecstasy, and let out a howl of pleasure as he came instantly and incredibly hard.

Yet Ryder was barely aware of his cum erupting into her in firm, thick ropes, tainting her feminine depths once again and mingling with the seed already filling her. She was cumming too, from the moment that Duke's knot stretched her wide, and compared to the male orgasms of the past, it was like comparing the stars to the sun. The pleasure roared through her entire body, and what felt like every muscle inside her clenched at once in rhythmic, sweet contractions, each rewarding her with another head-spinning pulse of ecstasy that surged though every fiber of her being. She couldn't move her arms. Her legs kicked blindly, and her toes curled again, then splayed, and Ryder didn't even realize that she was moaning at the top of her lungs until Rocky gently wrapped his fingers around her muzzle.

“You look hot as hell cumming like that, but maybe let's not wake up everyone," he whispered. Of course, Ryder didn't hear it, and kept moaning at each milking squeeze of her pussy, muffled as her voice might've been, with her pussy sucking the mixed cum inside her deeper into her womb, through her thirstily dipping cervix, into her outright quivering womb, and she felt so deeply, utterly satisfied. It wasn't really describable, either, but perhaps feminine fulfilment might've been close.

Even after the orgasm ebbed, that feeling persisted for a good, long while. Duke laid on top of her with his eyes closed, looking even more dazed than she was, with his tongue lolling off to the side and his knot lazily pulsating inside Ryder.

“Damn, definitely gotta try that next time," Rocky grinned, and then settled down next to the pair.

Oh, you'll try it alright, Ryder thought, looking forward to it every bit as much. Being tied felt great, knowing that all that cum was safely trapped inside her and, if she was already fertile, doing its duty, too. And soon she'd be pregnant, just like Cinthia. How that would feel, the newly minted woman could only speculate on, but it seemed like such a deeply feminine experience that she wouldn't have wanted to miss it for the world. And unlike Alex, she had everything she wanted and needed right here in the arcology.

Finally, with Duke also spent, and his knot having deflated enough – it took maybe half an hour of the three quietly simply existing together, savoring the threefold intimacy – he slipped out of Ryder's still eager embrace and flopped onto his back next to her. With Rocky on one side and Duke on the other, her old room almost felt like home again, but more than anything, she felt deeply loved. Like nothing else in the world was important outside of the warm touch of both of her lovers.

But then, she started to giggle, and then outright laugh, until those lovers had to ask her what the deal was.

“No, it's just that, I still have the orgy ahead of me and all… I must be the only woman here who got into a threesome on her first day," Ryder giggled. It wasn't really funny, but it was absurdly hilarious to her in the moment, and her laughter was infectious enough that soon, Rocky and Duke were laughing too.

Still, they'd done nothing wrong. Cinthia had said it was acceptable to do what she had just done, at least as long as nobody heard about it. Rocky and Duke would be among the group fucking her at the orgy, after all, so it'd be no surprise to anyone if she ended up with their babies either.

It certainly felt like she'd end up with babies. Ryder's lower belly felt a little bloated, as if she'd been stuffed with so much cum that, well… it wasn't all leaking out of her, even though plenty of it certainly was, going by how soaked her thighs were, and the growing wet patch of sexual fluids on the bed. Ah, well, it didn't matter. They'd change out the mattress for the next generation of boys, anyway.

Either way, the sergal wiggled her hips, enjoying the warm and slick feeling of being totally full of her friends' undoubtedly potent seed.

She supposed there were still some things she had to learn about the expected performance of womanhood. Like how to apply makeup. Or claw polish. Or how to put on a bra. But it was rather safe to say that she had learned exactly how to have sex as one. And that realization made her giggle again in the post-orgasmic daze.

Life was good.