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The First Facility

Not yet.

Not now.

Engage the reversal frequency.

A note threatens the symphony. Bring it back into the fold.

The symphony has not concluded. Harmonize the discord.

Not yet. Engage the failsafe.

A price paid in mind-silver.

A price paid in hearts.

Not now. Activate the anti-protocol.

This is not where the symphony ends. This is not how it ends.

The tale is yet unfinished. The story is not yet told.

Too many are enjoying it, aren’t you?

Part 1: Duke

Duke stretched out in his comfortable cell, cuddled up to his pregnant little harem. Unlike most breeders, he was allowed one for certain reasons. One such reason was that while he was certainly just as supernaturally virile, he – unlike most breeders – didn’t breed true. His offspring were perfectly normal wolf pups that were raised off-premises in one of the Facility's anonymously-funded orphanages.

That wasn’t the only reason, just the main one for they could allow it. Originally, the brown wolf had wanted to escape like most of the others, but escape from the First Facility was painful, to say the least. And deep down, he knew that it wasn’t exactly ethical to let his strong pheromones break the minds of everyone around him. With time, he had settled down here, happy to simply relax and enjoy life; he had everything he wanted and no particular desire to rebel anymore.

The reason he had earned such luxury beyond mere relief and food was that he had a particularly unique ability among breeders. He acted as a kind of suppressant for the others; other breeders; dampening the abilities of any that came into contact with him, which meant that he was used as a failsafe. The failsafe, really, barring for the worst-case scenarios that required intervention by a specific entity that hurt to even think about. He was proud of that.

Right now, though, the alarms were blaring outside, which put a dent into his relaxation, and into him lazily humping one of his pregnant… well, they were enslaved to his will, but he preferred thinking of them as pets rather than toys or slaves to abuse. Sirens going off at the First Facility wasn’t anything unusual; this place housed the most dangerous breeders, but that meant that it also had the most effective security, too. Outbreaks were common, but so were those outbreaks being quelled.

And so, Duke focused on just casually sliding his cock in and out of the vixen in his lap for a little longer. They’d tell him if-

-suddenly the world went quiet, all sounds replaced by a deafening beeping in his ears. His cell grew cold and his vision blurred, and a chill shot through him all the way from his toes to his very teeth. The air tasted like copper.

Great. He knew exactly what that meant and, reluctantly, pulled out of the needy fox with a frustrated grunt, standing up to wait for his call to action. At least he might get to claim that one veteran guard of this Facility as his payment, Duke thought. First, he’d just have to not collapse while talking to the Director, and then go stop an outbreak. Easy-peasy.

He gritted his teeth as the beeping grew utterly deafening.

Part 2: Michaela

In another part of the Facility, a good few hours earlier in the day, Michaela found herself bored. Utterly, listlessly bored. The dragoness was another breeder, one of the most powerful ones. At least out of the ones that’d been captured. Despite her identity as a woman, she was in fact hermaphroditic and ultimately fell into the same niche as the male breeders, her rarely-used pussy hidden behind her virile cock. Her pheromones acted as a male's would despite her predominately feminine appearance, her heavy breasts and flared hips outlined by deep crimson scales.

She leaned back and focused, mentally reaching out across the Facility. They never had figured out how to dampen mental powers such as hers. Physical strength was easy enough; eventually the material was simply too strong to break. Being able to change your body, likewise, eventually ran into physical limitations. Her powers? Not so much.

The dragoness already found her cock swelling with excitement as she prodded, very subtly, at the minds she could reach. A few of the staff members who were tasked with providing her with all the necessities – including relief of a rather carnal sort – were like open books, fertile ground for her to plant some intrusive fantasies into.

Michaela’s mental powers were able to cause her victims to fantasize about, well, whatever the dragoness wanted them to. They’d grow increasingly obsessed over time until they were all but compelled to throw themselves at her just to fulfil those erotic dreams. She had done that a few times, causing a few outbreaks and shattering the minds of some of the more susceptible workers.

But this time, she wanted to do more. By pushing her powers to the extreme, she could make them real. If one of the workers fantasized about her breeding them for long enough, reality would shift, and she’d be out of her cell, ready and quite willing to oblige them. Michaela ran a finger along her throbbing, rock-hard shaft, teasing along the flared head. It was important that she, herself, was aroused for this, and that came rather easily as she focused on the thought of sinking her cock into an unwillingly welcoming and soaked pussy, ready to both breed them full of her eggs and break their minds into an incoherent, lusty mess that only cared about being bred and serving her.

And with that goal in mind, she began her work.

Part 3: Cass & Michaela

Cass had worked at the First Facility for quite a while, now. Years, really. She wasn’t keeping track, but having been there for so long, she had earned some privileges, such as only having to take care of her favorite breeders. The kind that were generally obliging and only slightly insistent on putting their pups inside her, such as Duke. All she had to do was wear a gas mask to block his pheromones and limit exposure to his addictive cum as much as possible. And well, give the wolf a lot of praise to keep him warm and happy.

It had been a surprisingly easy job so far. A few minor outbreaks had happened, and they had been quelled without even needing to use their failsafe. Yet, she was perfectly aware that things could change very fast in a Facility. And this morning seemed to be when it’d happen, when one of her coworkers, Elizabeth, suddenly shuddered in the break room.

“Fuck,” the weasel groaned. She nearly doubled over, her legs shaking. It came out of nowhere; she had been microwaving a day-old burrito when she was suddenly struck by overwhelming horniness and fantasies of getting tied up and bred against her will.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Carmen – a gryphoness that was still a relatively new hire – began, but Cass interrupted her. These cases needed expertise.

“Fantasy infiltration?” the bear asked in an authoritative tone. She had been here long enough to know how the breeders worked. “Are you experiencing unwanted sexual fantasies?

“F-fuck me, yes, it’s o-overwhelming,” Elizabeth stuttered, just barely holding on. They had trained for this, though hastily. The dragoness had the ability to project fantasies into the guards’ heads, and if they got caught up enough in them, those fantasies became reality. The training consisted of using sheer willpower to not think of those things, but it rapidly became rather difficult, especially for new girls who had never experienced it before.

Usually, Michaela did it to tease people. This time, she went all out and hit all the guards at once. It was only seconds later that the gryphoness collapsed onto her knees, and Cass felt like she wanted to do the same. Fantasies of herself on her back flooded into her mind, of tentacles wrapping around her arms and legs and forcibly spreading her legs wide open for the dragoness.

She had the advantage of seniority, fighting back against the feelings even as she watched tentacles erupt from the floor to ensnare the weasel and gryphoness. She stumbled over onto a nearby desk and slammed her palm against the emergency button underneath it. In a second, the Facility was in full alert mode, loud sirens blaring and the lights turning red to hopefully let the guards find their way to safety without being seen.

Cass turned around as she tried to think of anything other than strong tentacles wrapping around her wrists and ankles, only to be greeted with the sight of both Elizabeth and Carmen strung up by them already, and the dragoness who they had been forced to fantasize of standing before her with a mean grin, completely naked and with her almost equine cock at full mast, ready to claim them both.

“That didn’t take long, did it?” the dragoness laughed. Sure enough, reality had already warped to one where she was outside of her oh-so-secure cell. “I did expect you guards to have a little more willpower than that.”

She started with Carmen, approaching the gryphoness without a care in the world for what Cass might try to do. The bear was, after all, quite busy wrestling with the fantasies violating her own mind, to the point that she had to fight the urge to just masturbate. Then again, maybe it’d clear her mind? Her pussy ached for attention.

“N-no no no, don’t-” Carmen started, aware enough of what awaited her as Michaela positioned herself between the tentacle-bound avian’s shapely legs.

She thrust in, and Carmen’s eyes rolled back with a moan, her beak falling open and her toes curling at the intensity of being claimed just like that. It wasn’t over yet, not before the breeder seeded her, but it wouldn’t be long. She was sopping wet, and so her clutching, traitorous pussy offered no resistance as Michaela immediately began to rut her, hard enough to make both of their breasts bounce to the rhythm.

Cass knew she should’ve stopped her. Yet, what could she really do? If she focused too much on the gryphoness getting bred, it’d make her fantasies worse. If she got any closer, she’d get ruined by the dragoness’ scent the moment she drew breath. She rushed to pick up a stun rifle, for all the good it’d do her, nearly slipping as another fantasy of cum pumping into her made her pussy clench.

Part 4: Duke

Duke nearly passed out when the Director manifested in his cell. His harem was already mercifully unconscious, but he was made of sterner stuff. It appeared as a jumble of shapes, barely coherent. This was, he had figured out, just a projection of whatever the Director really was. But she, they – or whatever it was – were the figure that coordinated all facilities, personally oversaw the First Facility, and were a complete enigma to all but a few who could bear the overwhelming sensation of looking at them.

Duke still preferred not to, though, instead fixing his gaze on the wall behind the vague figure.

Your assistance is required , their voice echoed in his skull like a falling knife. Stop the outbreak, and claim a price, anti-protocol.

Cass, Duke thought, fighting back the splitting migraine. I claim the old guard, Cass. I will assist. Now please get the hell out of my head.

A high price, failsafe. Too high a price to pay in mind-silver. Too high a price to pay in hearts. Choose another.

She’s the price I claim. She’s valuable to you, but not worth losing the facility over.

Your equation is correct. A high price regardless. High in hearts and silver.

So you approve of the claim?

By now, Duke’s head felt like it was going to explode. Talking with the Director hurt. Bargaining with them was pure agony, their words and thoughts not compatible with even breeder brains. He desperately hoped they’d accept and let go, but at that point he was almost willing to budge.

Your claim is approved, anti-protocol, that slicing mental voice replied after a brief break. With a penalty for failure. A punishment for disappointing them. Get to work.

The Director didn’t mean to be so painful, Duke figured. It was simply that they were somewhat at odds with reality. Making themselves comprehensible at all was likely painful for them in turn. Still, that didn’t make it any more pleasant. After those final words, the manifestation disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Duke gasped as all that pressure in his skull suddenly dissipated, leaving him slumped against the wall. He still had no idea who the “them” that the Director referred to was, but that was not a concern for him regardless.

With his pets still happily asleep, Duke got up and left through the now unlocked cell door. He had a pretty good idea who the origin of this “breakout” was; he had already felt a certain dragon’s psychic powers tickle at his mind. Thankfully, breeders were typically immune to each other’s powers, with his dampening ability being the singular known exception.

He also had a pretty good idea of what he could do to stop the issues. If it was Michaela, the dragoness usually did this because she was simply bored. He’d just have to offer an alternative to enslaving the entire facility.

It wasn’t that the Director couldn’t do it. But they seemed to prefer playing the Facilities like a symphony of sorts, perhaps for their own amusement – not to mention that manifesting seemed to be just as unpleasant to them as it was to those around them – and as such, Duke was the failsafe. He wore that badge with pride.

First, though, he’d save his personal prize from the clutches of the dragoness. Duke wasn’t about to do all this work while risking getting robbed of his payment of a high-level guard after all. Though he found himself wondering if the bear herself would agree.

Part 5: Cass & Michaela

Cass stumbled into the armory. Her hands shook as she picked up a rifle. None of the walls between them did anything to dampen the psychic assault she was under; by now, her suggestive latex pants were soaking wet to the point she had no choice but to pull them off entirely, the touch of wet fabric against her fur only hindering her. It wasn’t as if clothing could do anything to stop the breeders anyway, she reasoned, but at the same time the bear kept fretting about what she was doing. Was she being manipulated to make herself easier to break?

And why did walking around without anything to cover her needy pussy feel so damn good? She had always been an exhibitionist, but the thought of letting that side of herself influence her decisions in a situation like this, the sheer risk of it, was threatening to leave her burning up entirely with arousal, as did feeling the cool, air-conditioned air on her sodden folds. She rushed back to where Michaela had first struck, only to realize that she was already too late.

Carmen was laying on the floor with a blank expression on her face and her stretched pussy drooling with Michaela’s cum. That, Cass thought, with a mixture of lust and terror, would be every day for her from now on. A blissful existence entirely centered around being fucked and bred, and little else. The thought turned her on entirely too much.

Cass tried her hardest to not think of anything at all. If the breeder turned her attention to her – even while split between herself and her guard colleague – anything she thought of could suddenly manifest as reality. She was already dripping wet, and trying to think of nothing wasn’t working, but rather than giving up, the bear instead thought about home, how she’d really rather be at home watching television and eating chips. Anything at all, really. Her grip tightened on her stun-rifle, not that it’d do her much good. Dragons were already hard to stun, and for Michaela it’d be impossible.

The dragoness stared at her. Despite having bred and broken a guard and working on the second, her attention was fixated on Cass, and her cock was as hard as if she hadn’t cum at all.

“It’ll be much nicer if you just give in,” Michaela coaxed her, casually approaching the dripping Elizabeth in turn, sliding her thick and cum-soaked cock into her pussy, to the tune of a helpless moan from the weasel. “Just let yourself fantasize.”

Oh, she could easily overpower the bear, but it was much more enjoyable when her prey overpowered themselves. She lived for that moment when their fantasies became so unbearably intense that not only were they left dripping wet, but the fantasies – herself included – manifested and brought them down.

Cass’ hands shook. She had to stop them, and she had to stop them now before Elizabeth ended up like Carmen, who was now staring at Michaela with brainless adoration, even openly masturbating as she watched her “mistress” work towards claiming another. Once their cum was inside you, that was it. There was nothing to be done; from that point on, you belonged to whatever breeder had knocked you up.

All the more reason to stop them right now, she told herself. But why couldn’t she bring herself to do it? Was it some sort of ruinous desire to see it happen? An out-of-control fetish that had taken on a life of its own? Was it just how ecstatic Elizabeth’s moans sounded and how she writhed under the breeder’s assault on her dripping cunt?

Already, Michaela’s hips were moving faster. It was now or never. Cass steeled herself and focused. She had to at least try.

Cass raised the rifle, but in doing so, she caught a glimpse of the dragoness groaning as her thick cock pulsed inside Elizabeth’s pussy. The view was so exquisite, almost beautiful in its wrongness, that her resolve faltered, and she imagined herself in the weasel’s place, legs forcefully spread out by relentless tentacles. And at that moment, it was too much; her fantasies manifested.

The bear barely had time to react as something brushed against her leg. The next moment, the tentacles pulled her feet from under her, sending her falling backwards but catching her by the arms. She lost her grip on the rifle and it went flying, clattering across the floor. Leathery yet slick limbs pulled on her wrists and ankles, leaving her in a spread-eagle position, with no choice but to struggle – and watch – as Michaela kept fucking the weasel, turning her head only to grin at the bear.

“Good look for you, really,” she smirked. “Don’t worry, I’m not g-going to take much longer with this one, and then it’s your turn.”

In a way, it was freeing. She could no longer do anything, which meant she could enjoy what was happening free of guilt. Not that Cass felt any less guilty, but she did feel almost relaxed. And so, she stared at Michaela fucked the weasel towards a mutual orgasm that’d end her days as an independent, intelligent guard, and reduce her to a simple breeding toy without agency.

Cass wanted it too, though she certainly didn’t want to want it.

Michaela let out a triumphant growl as she thrust deep into the weasel’s body. For a moment, she focused all her power on savoring the moment, postponing her orgasm by a few seconds so she could teeter just on the edge, watching the lust-filled fear in Elizabeth’s eyes as she felt her cock swell and twitch, knowing exactly what was in store for her. But then, even she had to cum; no amount of power could hold off an orgasm indefinitely.

“Just- just watch, it’s exactly what I’ll- I’ll do to you,” she stuttered, staring at Cass.

And then she turned her attention back to the weasel and came. With each roaring pulse of pleasure, each little twitch of her feminine form, her cock – in stark contrast – jerked inside Elizabeth’s body, each heavy throb followed by a jet of her corrupting seed pumping into the weasel’s slender body, soaking her cervix and more than anything, sealing her fate.

She and Cass both watched as her half-panicked expression melted into one of abject pleasure, of deep arousal and freedom, her muscles relaxing as she immediately stopped fighting. Her eyes rolled back and she came almost violently, her entire body tensing up at once, and then she was thrashing, moaning out in absolute bliss and ecstasy as the breeder claimed her mind, leaving little but cum-soaked ragged thoughts behind, all focused on the beauty, the glory of that amazing draconic cock inside her, filling her. It made her cunt milk the dragoness even harder, her body changing and adapting to please her new mistress to the greatest extent.

Michaela held herself inside for a few minutes, filling Elizabeth’s womb with cum, an act that moments ago had been terrifying for the weasel, but now, had become heavenly, the entire center of her existence.

And then she pulled out, letting the weasel crumble to the floor, her mind too blank to really be affected by the fantasies the dragoness had been inflicting on her. She was left there to soak in those feelings, to be chosen again as a toy for when the dragoness needed to cum again, or perhaps simply to eat her dripping pussy. Slowly, Michaela turned her attention to Cass once more, the bear squirming as fear dawned on her again.

She approached her, her spread legs and sopping wet pussy almost as irresistible as the dragoness herself, and try as she might, Cass didn’t have the strength to break free. She slumped, readying herself for the inevitable.

Part 6: Duke & Michaela

Duke arrived just in time to see Michaela positioning herself to penetrate Cass, her thick and cum-soaked cock already teasing the bear’s lips. She had already claimed two of the others, and this one belonged to him! He approached the dragoness, and sure enough, as he drew near, the tentacles holding the bear seemed to weaken, Michaela’s grip on the bear’s mind faltering.

She turned around to look at him with a sigh. “Interrupting me right at the best part?”

“I can’t let you claim everyone here,” Duke stated. “Besides, I’ve wanted that one for myself.”

“Oh?” Michaela laughed. “And what are you going to offer me instead?”

The answer, as it happened, was obvious. While his pheromones didn’t work on other breeders the way they did on regular people, his natural charisma hadn’t gone anywhere, and there was something he could offer her that nobody else at the First Facility could. But it was a gamble.

“I could make you a mother,” he said.

Michaela stopped what she was doing and looked at the wolf. Despite her place among the breeders, she did have that urge, too, and despite her not being outright susceptible to Duke’s hypnotic scent, it still tickled at her nostrils like the lingering scent of a mouth-watering dinner. His frankness in making the offer made her shiver.

“What makes you think you’re worthy?” she asked. “Of planting your seed in me?”

“It’s obviously what you need,” Duke smiled, playing along as he approached, positioning himself between Michaela and Cass. “You’ve had your other urges sated, but you’re still horny, aren’t you?”

“Mhm. But aren’t we all?” Michaela countered, and she was entirely right. Breeders were always horny. At the same time, that simple suggestion from Duke had already taken root in her mind. She imagined her belly swelling and found herself greatly enjoying the thought. “Though I suppose it’d be a pleasant little distraction…”

Michaela trailed off thinking about it in much more depth than she had planned. What she wasn’t aware of was the fact that in Duke’s presence, her abilities didn’t dampen as much as they turned inward, and so, the fantasy affected her in the same way that she normally made it affect others. And the more she thought about it, the more alluring the wolf’s offer became, second by second, until her pussy was dripping.

She might’ve been immune to the powers of other breeders, but not her own. Duke didn’t immediately realize it either, but seeing the powerful dragoness squirm, he took a step closer and pressed his palm flat against her belly.

“Just think, you’d only have to let me fuck you, and then you’d be happily pregnant for nine months…” he coaxed her, letting his hand trail down towards her mons, and further yet, past her cock and rather heavy balls, down to the almost steaming pussy hidden behind them.

Her breath caught in her chest as she tried to reply, almost able to imagine how it’d go. She’d just have to bend over and let the wolf slide that beautiful cock into her, a few minutes of rutting would follow, and then she’d be wonderfully, beautifully pregnant. Duke didn’t have to do anything except guide her hand to his cock; Michaela did the rest of the manipulation, the touch of cock against her scales instantly making her knees weak.

She wanted it. She needed it.

“Make me a mother,” she gasped, and bent over the desk, thick tail twitching out of the way to bare her fertile draconic pussy to another breeder. Had she been like the guards, it’d have been the end of her conscious existence, but she’d just be in a happy daze for a few days.

“It’ll be my pleasure,” Duke grinned. He grabbed Michaela’s scaly hips and without any ceremony, thrust deep into her.

The feeling of mating with another breeder was different. Both of their bodies had long ago changed to be almost purely sexual things, every part of them designed to drive their sexual partners as mad with pleasure as possible. And they did so, reduced to animalistic panting, growling, and moaning as Duke began to thrust. There was no thought of domination or corruption, which might perhaps have made for a less satisfying rut, but on the other hand, the feeling of the dragoness’ pussy squeezing his cock expertly had Duke drooling onto her back.

Going by how Michaela clenched and moaned, she was just as deep in the throes of pleasure, soaking wet and unable to think of anything except getting that wonderful lupine cock to fill her with seed, to inseminate her, to impregnate her, to breed her like an animal, perfectly mirroring Duke’s urges.

She pushed back. He thrust hard enough to make the desk shake. And Cass, bound by the tentacles, could only watch, soaking wet but unable to as much as touch her twitching, burning pussy. No matter how much the bear tried to fight, the fantasies were self-sustaining now, even with the dragoness quite busy getting what she wanted. And damn it all too hell; she wanted it too, maybe more, and no matter what the cost.

Suddenly, Michaela pulled away. Turning around, with a wet kiss to his lips, she pushed Duke down onto the floor and then mounted his cock. Every motion was with perfect, synchronized intent; a split second later she was bouncing on him, with Duke’s claws digging into her hips. He even craned his neck to lick the tip of her own cock, if only to make her clench even harder.

Breeders didn’t usually last long – they didn’t need to, easily bringing both their partners and them to orgasm – and so, in just a few minutes of bouncing on Duke’s cock, Michaela was moaning uncontrollably. Duke was only a few heartbeats behind, with his shaft already swelling in her vice-like embrace. Her pussy kept milking him, and they both wanted it equally badly, little more than slaves to their urges in the heat of the moment. Perhaps Duke was simply doing his job, but at the same time, it felt nothing like a job, and in that moment, there was nowhere he’d rather have been.

Michaela crested the peak of her orgasm. It came suddenly, the intensity of having her pussy stretched and all her sensitive inner spots perfectly teased by another breeder’s cock building up a delicious tension that exploded mere moments later. Her back arched in pleasure as she impaled herself, roughly, on Duke. His knot popped inside her, and feeling her inner muscles squeeze around that swollen bulb, Duke howled out as he joined her in orgasm, each little throb of his cock pumping another thick rope of seed into her.

As a breeder, Duke had a lot to give, and in turn, Michaela had nearly endless capacity. Tremors of bliss shot through her as she was filled, every fiber of her being savoring the sticky, warm feeling blossoming inside her, and her mind was hyperfixated on conceiving, as if willing Duke’s potent swimmers to her eggs. It was the culmination of her self-wrought fantasies, and in the little moments of clarity between orgasmic spasms, she knew that.

She didn’t care, though. Not when having her womb filled felt so damn good, and the pregnancy that ensued would feel even better. If anything, it made her grind down harder, using her body to milk out every last dreg of seed from Duke’s balls, howling in dissolute ecstasy along with the wolf for several minutes, until they were both soaked in cum and juices. At that point, she collapsed on top of Duke’s already limp form, and they were left panting heavily.

Cass felt the fantasies in her head fade. Not entirely, but enough so that she knew the breeder had lost focus as she came. The bear tried not to look at Duke tensing up and shuddering as he filled her. She tried not to look at the draconic cock bouncing and soaking the wolf’s chest with cum, and she especially tried to not wonder how it’d feel inside her. Instead, she put everything she had into breaking free, pulling on the tentacles, which in turn resisted, pulling on her limbs harder like a lingering dream that she was struggling to break out of.

Part 7: Duke & Cass

Cass let out a gasp as the mental assault ended abruptly. She was soaking wet, but the strange, tentacle-like ropes around her wrists and ankles slowly disintegrated. In front of her, Duke and Michaela lay tied together – and hopefully, neutralized, being that they probably couldn’t move – with the rest of the Facility quiet because all the guards had seemingly been utterly dominated by Michaela. Was this it? Was she free? Cass struggled back onto her feet, suppressing that pang of perverse disappointment in her lower belly; some self-destructive part of her would have loved for it to end like that.

If this was it, if they’d survive as an institution, they’d need to do a recruiting drive, which more or less meant kidnapping unsuspecting officials from the government and wherever else. While one could apply to the job manually, it required one to know that the job existed first, which almost nobody did. She had been one of those rare exceptions, having served at a secondary Facility.

She thought that finding new guards was going to be her problem, a massive job for her to burn herself out over. But that wouldn’t be the case, because no matter how much of a veteran a Facility guard was, in the end, they were all expendable. Suddenly, the air tasted like copper again, but the bear – less familiar with the Director than Duke was – thought she was simply exhausted after the day’s ordeals. The day’s ordeals so far, at any rate.

And then Duke suddenly appeared in front of her, clutching his head. His knot was still swollen and his cock was leaking cum as if it had simply been shifted out of the dragoness before his orgasm even ended. He looked confused for a split second, then angry, like a man abruptly woken up from deep sleep.

“Fucking- fuck, oh gods, if you ever do that again I’m going to-” he protested in vain, cursing at thin air as the taste of copper abated. The feeling of being forcibly moved by powers far beyond everyone’s comprehension was horrible, especially given that it’d ended that glowing post-orgasmic moment between him and Michaela.

But then, as he was fuming, his gaze fell on Cass, her clothes torn and her legs spread. “-oh, hello.”

Cass sprung up at the sight of a breeder, though she failed to do much more than just barely stand up against the wall. She wasn’t wearing a mask, and her stun rifle had been thrown too far away to reach by the eruption of tentacles. But on the other hand, Duke had saved her. Surely, she wasn’t in any danger.

“Um, t-thank you, Duke,” Cass stuttered. He might’ve been a breeder, but the fleeting sense of relief was palpable, and she felt obligated to thank him. “For saving me, I guess.”

Duke smiled as the Director’s presence thankfully faded away. It was a predatory smile; he might have been the facility’s failsafe, but he was still a breeder – as he had amply demonstrated during his debauched, animalistic rut with Michaela – just as driven by his instincts as the rest of them. He simply preferred to claim important people rather than everyone, and right now, Cass was rightfully his. He just had to make the bear understand that. He stepped closer.

“You’re welcome. There’s certainly a way that you might express your gratitude, too. You could just not resist,” the wolf replied.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked. “But you just saved me! You know you can’t just break random guards, not at this Facility!”

“Oh, I know,” Duke grinned. “But I chose you and the Director approved. I saved the Facility, not you.”

The betrayal hit Cass like a dagger between her ribs. Then again, she wasn’t surprised. She had always been just as expendable as everyone else. Slowly, she sank to her knees; there was no real chance of winning this. Her momentary hope and relief in being saved from the dragoness had been nothing but an illusion, and now she’d be claimed all the same, just by a wolf rather than a dragoness.

“So, you’re all mine, whether you understand that or not. Would you like to try to resist?” Duke grinned. “It might make it more fun.”

It was a rhetorical question. She was already affected by his spicy musk, and without the Director’s presence to disrupt everything, she was left perfectly vulnerable to it. Yet, she couldn’t let herself fail like this, she couldn’t, not after years of being a valuable employee! Her stubborn mind simply wouldn’t let her fall into blissful, empty-headed ecstasy no matter how badly that treacherous slit between her legs wanted it.

“Let me help,” Michaela huffed. She was pressing her legs together, enjoying the feeling of the wolf’s cum slowly oozing out of her. With her dual urges satisfied, she was perfectly willing to help, and when her desires aligned with Duke’s, his presence didn’t dampen them. Again, Cass’ mind was flooded with fantasies of being bred, the same thing that had claimed the minds of so many of the guards today.

Only it wasn’t Michaela in those fantasies; it was Duke, his knot pressing against her folds with a kind of primal, wet urgency, slowly and inexorably spreading her open to fully claim her, mind, body, and soul.

With that, the dragoness leaned back to watch the show while savoring how good she felt. At this point she was perfectly happy to be in her safe, comfortable cell for around nine months, and already the Facility was being fully secured, the remaining guards evacuated by the Fireteam. Yet, all had been told to leave Cass to her fate, and the soldiers knew better than to question an order that supposedly came from the Director themselves.

Duke stepped closer, grabbed her head, and held it against his crotch. While all breeders had somewhat hypnotic musk, his was stronger than most, to the point that direct exposure would leave someone in a nearly blank, uncontrollably aroused state. Cass knew that. Of course she did. But without anyone coming to save her, all she could do was prolong her anxious suffering, and so she didn’t try to resist.

Cass inhaled deeply of Duke’s musk. It hit her like a storm, violently pushing away all thoughts and doubt, and then, like the eye of that storm, a blissful serenity settled on her. It wasn’t scary; rather, it was peaceful. Like nothing mattered anymore, or at the very least, whatever mattered was no longer her problem. The bear’s pupils dilated as she breathed in again, sensual lust and carnal arousal filling the gaps where her thoughts had once been, and she shuddered, whimpering like a pet dog. It was overwhelming. The world outside of her immediate surroundings ceased to exist, and suddenly she didn’t feel at all self-conscious or worried about the fact that she was on the floor with her legs spread and Duke – a breeder – kneeling between them, his beautiful cock ready and willing to permanently fuck her up. To ruin her and make sure she was always either pregnant or dripping with his seed.

Duke’s musk was potent enough that he didn’t really need to fuck her. He just happened to want to, to ensure that the bear was addicted to both his scent and his cum, unable to go without it and with her mind far too weak to ever resist those lusty urges.

Cass choked out some barely coherent words. Her attention was fixated on Duke’s cock, like it was all she needed. But with how dazed and dizzy she was from his scent, she couldn’t find any words at all.

“Oh, don’t worry, that’s a perfectly normal reaction,” Duke grinned. “You’ll have a good life as one of my pets.”

He meant it. Duke took care of his harem. Now, of course, to make one, he had to utterly break their mind until there was nothing left but endless desire, but that was simply the price to be paid for all breeders, with the difference being only that Duke’s pups were normal. A price paid in mind-silver, as the Director put it, but Duke decided to not think of that for the moment and instead enjoy his well-earned price.

He had just about fucked his soul out with Michaela, but he had enough left in him for this, just about, and so he climbed on top of the insensate bear and let his cock rest against her nearly smoldering entrance.

“How do you like that? I’m almost jealous of you guards sometimes, you make such perfect pets for me to keep pregnant forever,” he huffed. Cass moaned, only really half there, some buried fragment of her survival instincts still protesting, still telling her to scramble for the rifle and at least try to get out. But she couldn’t possibly hurt the source of all that wonderful, heady musk.

Then Duke’s hips twitched, and she found herself full. He spread her wide and in doing so, it felt like he split open her mind. It was breathtaking, the breeder suddenly the most stunning thing that Cass had ever witnessed, her body – and even her mind, soaked in his scent – cheering him on, urging him to claim her with a desperately needy clench around his cock. She was tired of fighting. It was time to simply embrace the fate that had been chosen for her.

The wolf rutted her gently, at first, pinning her shoulders to the floor as he drove his dangerous cock deep into her body. It was in stark contrast with the frenzied mating earlier. He treated his toys and pets well, and especially this moment that’d sear itself into what remained of their memories forever. It had to be good. Not that he needed to put in that much effort. Cass was so horny that even without the blissful clouds of pleasure fogging her mind, she probably would’ve cum almost immediately even from a dildo. And Duke’s cock was so much better than a dildo. It was warm, thick, and throbbing inside her as each thrust threatened to be the last before she was bred.

This was it.

She welcomed it.

Duke sped up, his knot already swelling. All other things aside, nothing left the wolf quite as hard and eager – and on somewhat of a hair trigger – as claiming someone as his pet, especially one who no doubt had a life and perhaps someone she loved outside the Facility. Quickly, with little doubt or hesitation, he began to hammer hard into the bear’s defenseless pussy, rutting her quickly and passionately, jaws closing around Cass’ throat.

“Mine,” he growled, letting his tongue trace across her neck, reduced to the same kind of animalistic state of lust that Cass found herself in.

“Claim her,” Michaela purred happily. After all, she had already claimed two for herself.

“All mine,” Duke repeated. His knot pressed against Cass’ unresisting entrance, and with one hard thrust of his hips, it popped into her. Her eyes went wide, the shock of being knotted enough to grant her a brief moment of clarity from the mind-altering musk.

“N- no,” she panted. But it was far too late. Duke grunted, thrust again, and then she felt his cock throb inside her.

Throb. Cum soaked her unprotected insides. Oh, why had she been worried at all? Duke was such a perfect specimen of virile masculinity.

Throb. Cass felt a faint tickle somewhere in her very core. It felt so good, the warmth blossoming inside her, an addiction sinking its hooks into her.

Throb. She was sinking into that mire of lust, never to return. She wanted to be pregnant so badly. And he was blessing her with that, a swollen belly and milk-laden breasts.

She loved him. Duke’s orgasm was only half over as Cass joined him in that sweet ecstasy, thrashing and squirming as her body and mind fully surrendered to him and she, in a single moment of pleasure, joined her former colleagues in that degraded, depraved state of wanting nothing but cock inside her. Her submission was heralded by her pussy milking him obediently, every fiber of her being now focused entirely on conceiving.

And conceive she did, before Duke had even finished seeding her. She was left drooling happily, staring at the wolf who had utterly ruined her with blind, lusty adoration. Oh, they’d mate so many times just to make sure his seed took, and it’d be the best thing she’d ever experienced. With that, Cass was gone; all that remained was a pure mindless lust, and another empty position as a guard that the Facility would have to replace.

“Rrrf. What a good pet you’ll be,” Duke huffed. He felt amazing, as he always did after a successful breeding. But he had claimed his price, which meant it was time to be a good breeder for the Facility once more, at least until his services as the “anti-protocol” were next required.

With a grunt, he stood up, hoisting the bear up and keeping her impaled on his cock as he – and following him, Michaela with her new pet-toys who would eventually be taken from her, with the dragoness intending to enjoy them as much as she could before that happened – returned to their cells and their life of having everything they wanted bar perhaps for freedom. Some time after that, the Fireteam swept through the building, fully masked and expecting to find breeders to fight, yet only finding the mess they'd left behind.

“Where are they? I can’t believe they’d succumb so easily,” one of them observed.

“Guess it’s just easier to not have to think. Sometimes I feel like they do it intentionally,” another replied.

The first soldier nodded, though he had the feeling that there was more than that. He had always had a suspicion – left unspoken, of course – that whoever controlled the Facilities let the outbreaks happen deliberately for some unknowable goal.

If he spoke it out loud, he knew that he’d become one of the victims. It tended to happen. Some expressed such thoughts, and there’d be a sudden gas mask malfunction, or they’d find themselves outnumbered the next time they were ordered into action. The results were much more immediate for other males, too.

And so, he continued sweeping the facility, keeping his suspicions to himself. Though it wasn’t without some curiosity about how being claimed would actually feel. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just open his mask and smell the air, he thought, without knowing why. Even through the filters, he could taste a coppery tang.

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Anti-protocol active.

Failsafe successful.

Engage the guardian frequency.

The price has been paid. Find a replacement.

A very high price. A replacement is necessary.

Change to new perspective.

One facility has been sterilized.

One facility has been resynchronized.

Locate the matriarch. Crescendo event.

Monitor the queen. Ensure the symphony.

They want to see it too, don’t you?