Breeding For A New World Pt 01

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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The planet had changed, over the years, but that didn't mean the basics of population control -- and repopulation -- did not have to be addressed. With so many shifting climate changes, humanity had been forced into climate-controlled buildings while robots and drones worked on making their land more habitable again. Though there was talk, even in their world, that they would need to adapt to learn on the planet they loved again.

That could come in time, however, and things were going well on that front, while they lived and loved and laughed in a different world than what those who came before them had expected. There was plenty to be done in there and work to be had, though they as a species were expanding once more and seeking ways in which they could reproduced more quickly. The low fertility and birth rates, at the bare minimum, were causing their population to decline rather than to increase on the new planet they had populated.

They should be able to go out into the world soon, however, with their exploratory group, though the mysterious illness had challenged things. Nothing, with the solar system changing, even the galaxy beyond it, would ever be easy.

Greg hadn't really known what to think about the repopulation program when it was presented to him, although it was a rather tantalising option. He swivelled back and forth in his chair, the wheels squeaking lightly, though lubricant for things like that appeared to be in rather short supply those days. The cubicle-room where he worked didn't have any natural light filtering in but that was normal for them; looking for natural light had become something, over the years, which had just filtered out.

"Hm..."

It was a tempting thing indeed, for the walls of his workspace closed in more and more every day. He had friends, yes, but things had grown very "samey" over the last few years and to try something new, well...hm. If he got to have sex more, that sounded like a very good thing indeed.

His physique had gone a little softer too and Greg frowned at his belly, the softness around his middle. He'd started off, in his earlier twenties, going to the gym frequently -- for they had extensive fitness facilities there and most habitations were all connected. Yet even that had grown boring, no matter how many different programs he tried or challenged himself by pushing his body more and more with every training session.

No, he needed something different as he dialled the number on the e-mail blast that caught his attention, amongst the data he was processing for the next expedition team.

And that was just how Greg came to be in the new chamber, surprisingly with a fair amount of natural light. It was strange there, though in a glorious way, filled with plants of all kinds -- many of which were still being catalogued on the new planet. With a glass, domed roof to the main chamber, it allowed a stream of brilliant, skin-tingling natural sunshine through, warming him.

Which was just as well, after all, considering he was in his bare skin, with nothing at all to cover him. He shivered a little and rubbed his arm, casting his eyes around. The ground under his feet was soft and sandy, a small slope declining down to a river, which appeared on one side of the dome and lazily snaked its way through. There was a section, with tiling, that seemed to be set up for bathing -- less natural in its presentation but with a large bath that was half-sunk into the floor, which made it less obtrusive. He hadn't yet found anywhere that looked like a kitchen or a canteen, however, for the structure they were in was completely cut off from the rest of the expanding expedition buildings.

Maybe they would be able to bring people from their home planet, Earth, too, he thought, rubbing his stomach as he was once again drawn to the fact he didn't have any body hair left at all. He'd been ordered to shave himself but hadn't, apparently, done a good enough job -- so a medical person, connected with the breeding program, had completed the job for him. Even his genitalia were not spared.

Much less his head... But he didn't mind that, running his fingers over the smooth dome there. It was not too bad, to be shaved completely, though he couldn't help but wonder why that was.

"Oh!"

A door slid open behind him and he half-turned, heat rushing to his cheeks as one of the connecting rooms to the main chamber revealed a woman within. She was just as naked as he was, shorter than him with a little more body fat, though she had a very homely look about her. She, like him, didn't have any hair on her head -- or any other part of her body either -- but she bore the look elegantly.

His eyes dropped to her breasts and she huffed softly as he extended his hand for her to shake.

"Hi! I'm Greg!" He said, too brightly and exuberantly for the situation. "I guess we're both in here together. Everything okay?"

She eyed him as if she really thought he was an idiot. Truthfully, that could have been so, especially as Cadence remembered him from when they had landed on the planet to begin with. Did she just look so much like others that he couldn't pick her out of the crowd? There really weren't all that many of them there, though she too was hoping for some population growth.

The world needed to change and she took a breath, though being forward and upfront was, by far, not Cadence's natural way of doing things.

"I'm Cadence," she said, moving her arm over her chest to hide her breasts, which was a little more comfortable for her. "You must have arrived her after me. Oh, and...we have met before."

It was a little petty of her to add on that bit at the end, though she wouldn't have normally. Maybe it was being naked in front of someone that brought a slightly sharper side out of her, even if Cadence couldn't reconcile that with the way she'd lived her life. After all, she was a scientist. And she just wanted to do her part in the repopulation efforts.

"Oh, did I?" He shrugged and laughed, half-raising his hands. "Hm... I only explored the main area here so far. Are those the bedrooms?"

She nodded and pointed to the other side of the dome.

"Yes, I've already got one -- but the other room is over there. They're pretty simple, with a bed and a single chair."

At a light "ding," she turned back expectantly to the wall beside the door that she'd entered the main room via. A screen on the wall lit up, a console beside it so they could interact where needed with the computer system.

"Ah, here it is," she muttered, standing tall and taking a moment to recover herself, even if she forgot to cover her chest in the middle of it all. "I think they'll give us more instructions now, though there's been very little communication so far..."

Greg grunted and nodded, even as the speakers crackled lightly, turning back on.

"Welcome to the breeding program!" A light, airy voice said through them, though they seemed to be automated. "As you are here, you will have signed yourselves up for this program and we are so glad to have you here."

Greg and Cadence exchanged a look, though their dubious concern could have meant anything.

"You shall, of course, be compensated for your efforts in line with the compensation packaged in your contract," the voice went on. "The program will be run, in full, now that your consent has been obtained."

What Greg and Cadence did not quite realise, however, was that there were different levels to the breeding program -- and durations too. In their unfamiliarity with the program, they had both ended up signing to the maximum level, though that would only come to their pleasure in the end.

"The money sent to your families also is already in transit. You are the forerunners in saving humanity for future generations, as our population efforts on this new planet come to fruition at last."

Greg chuckled.

"Yeah, that's the stuff..."

She rolled her eyes at him, though there didn't really seem to be any harm in him. He just...might end up being a bit of an acquired taste, if she was honest.

"Time moves more quickly where you are now, but your aging will be slowed to compensate for this," the voice explained. "There will be no negative affect on your bodies and mental stability, as you will be monitored very closely throughout."

Cadence sighed. That was good, at least, though she likely would have done it anyway. As ever, she had to do her part.

"Your needs will all be met here, your food provided for you. If you wish to exercise beyond the program, that can also be arranged for you. Your bodies will not grow ill while you are here also. When called, all that is required of you is to sit in the chair in your respective rooms."

"Huh..." Grey rubbed his chin, though it was uncharacteristically smooth, free of even the lightest of stubble. "That's weird... I kind of thought...we'd be doing it together."

Cadence shrugged.

"That would have made sense, but this is a little more interesting," she said with a smile, offering a bit more warmth and friendliness to him. "We will better be able to manage ourselves like this, however it all plays out."

For, even in the garden of Eden, or close enough, for the breeding program, both Greg and Cadence would have to go through every second of it in their own way, finding their own path, moment by moment.

As long as she was doing her part, however, Cadence was more than happy to go forward.

It didn't take long for the monitor to call them, displaying their names with arrows pointing to their rooms.

"Breeding sessions to commence in five minutes," the voice said again, though Cadence wondered if there was more of a human lilt to it that time. "Please return to your respective accommodations immediately and make yourself comfortable. Your buttocks should be firmly placed on to the chair and scooted back, so your back is against the rear of the chair, for support."

Cadence sighed, though her skin tingled a little. That sounded like she was going to get sex, at the very least, though she could not be sure how they were going to do it. At least she didn't have to do all that much, which was something. If she had been expected to do something and hadn't been given the full instructions, that would have been something to worry her more greatly.

Greg grinned, lips parted, rubbing his hands together with glee.

"Oh, this is gonna be good!" He all but crowed. "But we won't even get to see each other -- what do you think that means?"

Cadence shrugged, offering him a smile.

"Hm, we'll see later," she said, without actually saying anything much at all. "Anyway, I'd best get going, I don't want to be late. Should we meet back here later to talk about things?"

Greg grinned. She could get used to that somewhat goofy smile of his, how it stretched his lips a little too wide. She wasn't attracted to him, however, even if he could be a friend, perhaps. She'd have to see just how things played out there.

Greg practically stumbled over his own feet as he rushed back to his room, closing the door behind him. The bedroom was a dome-like shape too, as there was no furniture pushed against any wall, though the bed was a good size. It looked fairly comfortable too and he looked forward to collapsing on it later.

For the moment, however, he sat on the chair and wriggled into place, tapping a foot on the floor in pure impatience. It was weird having his legs bare of any hair still, but he guessed that he'd grow used to it, in time. Maybe he'd have to keep his legs shaved?

But that was not all that much of his concern as he waited the time out, hard bands rising smoothly from the arms of the chair and the legs, closing around his limbs.

"Oof!"

He grunted, surprised, the chair locking him into it with a band encircling his waist too, drawing him in snugly against it. It was tight, though didn't cut into his body in any kind of an uncomfortable fashion, though it certainly drew another puffing, breathy grunt from his lips.

It was strange, very much so, though the chair was hard, with a flat seat, nothing with any cushioning there at all.

And then the chair moved, sliding back with a mechanical whirr as if it was being controlled by a machine. Greg squawked as he lifted from the ground, the legs of the chair pointing down for only a moment before it rotated back.

"What the hell?"

Yet he was not in control as the chair slid back, a section of wall (at least, that's what it seemed to be) coming down around his waist, so he couldn't see anything from the waist-down. He squirmed, though the substance, the "wall," seemed to be thick and gloopy, sealing almost all the way around his waist and the chair while he was locked into it. He hissed through his teeth and instinctively tried to fight the restrictions -- not because he was actually uncomfortable, but because it was so far beyond anything he had expected in the slightest.

"Oof... Okay, just relax, this is okay," he muttered to himself, tensing while his soft shaft was exposed, left hanging against his crotch and the inside of this upper inner thigh. "Someone will come in, they'll jack you off, or someone will sit on your dick..."

Though it was weird, if that was the case, that he wasn't allowed to see whoever it was. It didn't cross Greg's mind, not even as he tried frantically to make sense of everything going on, that he wasn't in the right position for anyone to ride his cock. Not with him being in the chair with his legs bent like that, after all.

He turned his head back and forth, the lighting dim around his head as he grunted, though there was another mechanical whir -- out of his sight. The bottom of the chair clicked away, leaving his rear exposed and hanging, though he was bound into the chair more than tightly enough not to shift all that much. Greg held his breath, chest tight, and looked down, though the press of something cool but not cold against his ass had him twitching away from it.

"Wait..."

He twitched his fingers, trying to curl them into a fist, though there was not quite enough space on the arms of the chair, not when he was in a position like that. But not even he could stop something from sliding into his backside, slowly and easily stretching him open. It was a gentle, incremental slide and the phallus -- for that was exactly what it felt like -- was slick with some kind of lubricant, bearing inside him to stretch him out.

"Ohhhhhh..."

Maybe Greg would have fought back more than he did if it hadn't felt so good, his entire body aching pleasantly and tingles running through the entirety of his body, from head to toe. He'd never done anything "back there" before and most likely never would have of his own accord, though it felt good, the strain and the pull of his backside around it.

He moaned again, rolling his hips back slightly, though he couldn't do anything about it. There was no preparation and no warning and he could only be glad his body was able to take it. Greg hissed through his teeth, tucking his chin down as he struggled to contain himself, though it was not as easy as all that, every breath raking through his windpipe as it dropped into his lungs.

Yet he needed more, panting heavily, losing sense of time and place, even his own sense of reality. His lips parted as he cried out breathlessly, giving himself over to pleasure as the toy, which was what it felt like, at least, drove back and forth inside his rump, grinding deep and pulling back slowly, as if it was trying to get him used to it. Dimly, Greg thought it may have been attached to a mechanical arm of some kind, grinding deep and then, slowly, thrusting harder and more roughly.

"Ooof... Ohhhh!"

He moaned and thrust his hips, his cock swelling to full hardness. He didn't know what he had honestly thought about anal penetration before and anal sex, though even Greg was mildly impressed he was able to get hard when his ass was being stretched so much. The fake cock ploughing his backside was a good size, though not large enough that it really challenged him, thrusting crudely deep.

It felt like every inch of the toy was being used inside him, grinding deep, his lips parted more widely as his tongue flicked out against his lower lip in a luscious swipe. He had to give himself over to it, completely and utterly, letting every pound of pleasure flow through him, grunting and groaning, barely aware of how he was drooling. He couldn't help it, none of it, heat swarming through him, spreading out from his anal passage to flood his entire body.

It was like no sex he'd ever had before, even as the device thrust and thrust, moaning aloud and quivering in place. It was where he needed to be, however, the softness of his stomach pressing together into a light roll, as if his legs were being pushed up even higher than before.

He moaned and panted heavily, chest heaving, as the machine sped up and up, ramming him full -- but it was not about his pleasure, even if that was a headily fantastic, lustful side effect of everything. Greg moaned and groaned, trying to part his lips again, though his jaw clenched as the dildo suddenly juddered and crammed every inch inside as deep as it could go.

"Mmmmph!"

And then there was the flooding. He didn't know quite how he was able to feel it all that intimately, heady spurt after spurt of something pouring into his backside. It couldn't have been cum, no, not truly, not with a machine thrusting inside him, but Greg was not to know that was actually true. There were more ways, after all, for him to serve the breeding program than Greg had initially thought...

The machine didn't stop and he licked his lips, hungry for more. His cock bobbed and twitched with every pulse of blood throbbing into it, aching for it. Yet he was not in control, twisting and pulling against his bonds, though he was not trying to get free, no. He just ached for the machine to thrust again, to fill him.

The fake cock inside him trembled lightly, as if a vibration was running through it, and, much to his pleasure, thrust once more. It was quicker that time, driving into him with short, jackhammer-like thrusts, making him arch his back and try to grind back on to it.

"Mmmmph..." He panted heavily, warm breath tickling over his tongue as it left his body once more. "Mmmmooorrrreee... Ohhhh..."

It was not like Greg at all to beg like that, though he couldn't help himself and there was a big part of him that didn't want to forget himself and his body. He was who he was and he rocked his head back with a groan, losing control that he had never truly had.

"Mmmmm... Oh... So goooood!"

He let the machine fuck him, not that he would have had much of a choice if he had, indeed, tried to get out of his bondage, howling with pleasure as it unloaded another hot dose of creamy fluid inside him. Greg whimpered throatily, eyelids fluttering, his skin tingling with sensation like it never had before. There was too much going on and his cock bounced about plumply. He'd never given his dick, not in that sense, much of a thought, for it was merely a part of him and a moderate size -- nothing anyone was going to feel massive stretched out by if he was lucky enough to have sex.

With there being few people on that expedition, of course, there had been fewer chances than ever for him to have sex. Maybe that was why it felt so good to have the toy inside him, thrusting and grinding, the strokes of the third round coming erratically. It was as if it wanted to keep him guessing as he heaved and huffed, his mouth parted wide to take in all the air he could, for breathing through his nostrils no longer felt like it was anywhere near enough.