Breeding License Getting Sophia

This story was requested by ProperDegenerate and written by Vanessa Foxe (breedorbebred), and contains (well-deserved) cheating as well as interracial content featuring a Black man-- best to steer clear if that kind of thing offends you!

It also features a character speaking Spanish, a language that I'm not particularly familiar with. If you find translation errors, please let me know!

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Leo sighed and took another pull from his beer as he scrolled through the streaming apps on his tv. "Crap, crap, crap, already saw it, looks like shit... Hey, that one might be alright-- why do they only have the third season? Come on, man."

His phone buzzed on the couch cushion beside him, offering a welcome reprieve from the chore of finding a new show to watch. As a personal trainer and a major advocate of personal health, Leo wasn't much of a fan of wasting the day watching tv, but it seemed like there wasn't much else to do anymore. He'd been feeling listless ever since Shawna had packed her stuff and left, and it was getting harder and harder to come up with reasons not to just sit down and zone out in front of a screen.

For the last three weeks, his life had pretty much shrunk down to an endless repetition of the same exact schedule: go to work and train beauties he couldn't touch, go through the same daily workout routine, come home and cook the exact same meal, then waste time on his phone or in front of the tv until it was time to fall asleep. Then the whole thing would repeat.

There were a few new notifications on his phone, mostly push notifications from apps he didn't even care about. He swiped aside all the bullshit, leaving just the new text message:

can't man. left town today, gonna be gone for a week.

Leo frowned as he read Mike's message. "Well, shit."

He set the bottle of beer aside and tapped out a quick response while the trailer for some trashy-looking reality tv show rolled on the tv.

Where you going? Work trip?

Mike's answer came back so fast that he must have already been holding his phone when he got Leo's text:

nah going for a vacay. told soph I was going to meet up with the guys, but I'm flying solo. the bitches out here are wayyy too fine for me to bring someone that's gonna slow me down.

Leo's frown deepened at that. Mike and Sophia had been married for three or four years now, and she was a regular member of their group hangouts.... back when Leo bothered hanging out with his friends, anyway. It wasn't exactly a secret that Mike had cheated on her a few times, but this was brazen even for him. Mike had always been a shit, though, and at this point if he and Soph split up and only one of them stayed in the friend group, everyone would probably pick her over him.

You seriously looking to cheat on her? Again?

Leo typed back, his heart rate picking up as he wrote. Sophia was sweet, smart, funny... and incredibly fine, to top it all off. She was a Spanish beauty, with full lips, gorgeous glossy black hair, and the biggest brown eyes he'd ever seen, and she had curves for days. She deserved better than this shitbag.

Mike's response was lightning quick again:

whatever happens happens. I sure ain't gonna say no if some hot piece comes my way. soph doesn't need to know what I get up to on my own.

"Cheating prick," he huffed as he tossed the phone aside. Mike treated the women in his life like shit, even his own wife, and it was sickening to watch. Maybe he assumed Leo would be fine with the casual "hit it and quit it" attitude, since Leo was Black-- some people liked to assume that Black guys didn't care about loyalty or being a decent partner. It wouldn't be surprising if a jerk like Mike subscribed to that racist stereotyping mindset.

Then again, in the last decade, women had gotten a lot more desperate in a lot of ways. The birth rate in the country had gone into freefall years and years ago, especially for boys, and it made guys a bit more of a precious commodity.

Even the assholes.

Sophia was doing almost the exact same thing as Leo just then: sitting on the couch, staring listlessly at the tv as she tried to tamp down her emotions.

Honestly, she didn't even really like Mike anymore. She'd thought she was in love with him when they'd first started dating, and their quick wedding had seemed almost like a fairytale ending for her-- and being married was a lot safer than being unmarried and vulnerable these days. But the honeymoon phase didn't last, and it hadn't been long before Mike's awful side started to show.

After a moment of consideration, Leo picked up his phone and opened his messaging app again. He backed out of the conversation with Mike and scrolled down the list of old conversations until he found one that hadn't seen a new message in a few months or more.

Hey Soph, what's up? Heard Mike's outta town for a while.

He had to wait a bit longer to get an answer back from her, but not too long-- the trailer on his tv only repeated three more times before his phone finally buzzed with her answer:

Yes. He is gone until next Tuesday. Cooking for one again.

Nothing's worse than cooking for just one person,

he typed back.

Needless to say, Sophia had been pretty lonely lately. She knew that Mike hadn't been faithful, and she wasn't naive enough to believe him when he promised that, "All that is in the past, babe." She knew that there was a good chance this vacation was just an excuse for him to go get his dick wet, but there wasn't a lot she could do about it. So, hearing from Leo was a pretty pleasant surprise and made for a nice diversion, and her smile grew warmer with every text they exchanged.

Yeah, tell me about it. I guess you've had to deal with that a lot since Shawna left.

Sophia's reply was a lot quicker this time, so fast that Leo couldn't help but grin at her obvious desire to chat with someone. Even if the reminder of his recent breakup was a downer.

Trying to find motivation to try new recipes for just me is a nightmare. Too easy to get in the habit of buying frozen dinners or ordering in.

For real

, she answered almost immediately.

I'm going to delete Doordash just to keep from ordering McDonald's every damn day.

He grinned even wider as the plan in his head started taking a more solid form. Sophia deserved someone better than Mike, and Leo was getting damn tired of having a quiet apartment. This would be a win-win.

That shit will kill you, Soph. Can't let that happen to my friend. Why don't you come over here for dinner tomorrow? I've got a bunch of tomatoes I wanna use before they go bad, and cooking for someone else will give me an excuse to make something a bit nicer than my norm. Anyone say penne alla vodka?

As soon as he hit the send button, he found himself scanning his apartment. Shit, when had it gotten so messy? Empty beer bottles on the counter, a plate from last night's dinner on the table... and when was the last time he'd vacuumed?

Sophia's answer was coy, but her interest was obvious.

I was thinking of just staying in tomorrow. Waste of a Friday, maybe, but I just don't feel like sitting in front of the whole group while everyone gives me the side-eye and pretends they're not judging me for being with Mike when he keeps pulling shit like this.

Between replies, Leo rushed to sweep his empties into the recycling bin, then grabbed all the old dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. After a moment's consideration, he opened a window to let the smell of old food air out a bit. By the time that was done, he had his answer ready:

Fuck em. We can hang here just the two of us. You can enjoy my fancy ass cooking, and I can enjoy having another human being in my kitchen. I'll even let you pick the movie.

There was no immediate response this time, and Leo felt himself get more and more tense as he waited a minute, then five, then ten. He was just about to give up, drop his phone, and go back to the tv when she finally hit him back: What do you want me to bring?

He pumped his fist in boyish excitement-- the action might have looked silly for a man almost thirty-five years old, but he couldn't help himself. Even if nothing happened tomorrow night, he decided, it would be damn nice to have someone to share a meal with.

Pick a wine that pairs with red sauce.

Leo was still grinning as he tidied the living room and ran the vacuum, and he smiled to himself the whole time while he changed his sheets and washed the accumulated pile of laundry. The two of them sent a few more messages back and forth, and had the details ironed out by the time he finished cleaning. He was in the middle of figuring out how much of the junk on his dresser could go straight into the trash when he spotted the paper he'd left folded in half and tucked against the mirror.

It wasn't Leo's actual breeding license, of course-- the original one was laminated and lived in the safe at the back of his closet. This was just a photocopy, but it was plenty official enough to have legal weight.

Almost four years ago, in a desperate bid to fight the country's shrinking numbers, the government had pulled one of its most controversial moves in the last decade: the creation of a Breeding License program. Courtesy of the newly-formed Department of Population, the new laws meant that any guy could pay the fee and sign up for a license that would effectively give them carte blanche to fuck and impregnate any fertile woman. Per the Department, a woman's consent to sex and impregnation by a cardholder was "Taken to be assumed."

There were limits to the license's reach, of course. Pregnant women, new mothers, and those who were infertile could all apply for paperwork granting them temporary exemption from the rules.

Married women also weren't subject to the rules of the breeding license-- except from their husbands-- which led to a lot of shotgun weddings as hundreds of thousands of women had latched onto the closest viable guy they could find so they would be safe from what was effectively legalized rape.

Women like Sophia, who had married far too young.

Without Mike, Sophia would have been extra vulnerable, since her doctor hadn't renewed her birth control in almost three years. That was an increasingly common situation these days as laws around female contraceptives grew tighter and tighter. "The pill" was tightly regulated, and medically unnecessary hysterectomies and similar practices had become basically unheard of.

For Sophia, like for many other women, being with someone shitty was a lot safer than being unmarried and running the risk that some random asshole might happen upon her.

You had to go through a lot of testing before you were actually approved for a license, of course. Leo had been tested for STIs and genetic predisposition to certain illnesses, then he'd had to ejaculate in a cup so they could test his sperm and figure out if he was one of the lucky few that didn't suffer from subfertility. There wasn't much point authorizing someone to be a "breeder" if they were just going to be shooting blanks, after all.

Once he'd jumped through all the hoops, it had still taken him almost six months to get the license itself, but it had been worth it. He was the proud owner of a piece of paper that authorized him to bed basically any woman over the age of eighteen, provided he was doing it with the explicit intention of getting them pregnant.

Since getting his license, Leo had used it... precisely once. A hottie he'd met at the grocery store when he was visiting his parents. He'd brought her back to a motel, fucked her, left, and hadn't seen or heard from her since.

Then he'd met Shawna, who was supposed to be the woman of his dreams. She wanted kids, just "Not yet," and Leo hadn't ever forced the issue despite having the legal authority to do so. As a budding lawyer, she'd wanted to focus on her career first. She had eventually chosen that same career over their relationship, and left without much more than a quick goodbye.

He could use his license to force a woman into his bed whenever he wanted, Leo knew, but he'd realised that it wasn't nearly as fun as actually seducing someone. The hunt was almost as rewarding as the actual capture.

On the other hand, there was a monetary incentive for each woman a license holder successfully bred-- not a life changing amount, and not as much as the woman would get, but he could always use the extra cash. Of course, if he started using his license left, right, and center, he'd end up with a reputation, and women like Sophia wouldn't be willing to come around anymore.

And she was worth the wait.

Leo gave the apartment the best cleaning it had gotten in half a year, then went to bed stiff as a rock. The next day, he could barely focus on his work. He worked as a personal trainer at the gym just down the block from his place, and normally seeing a bunch of hot women in tight leggings-- usually flashing shiny wedding rings to warn everyone off-- got his blood pumping harder than his actual workouts.

That day, he was basically phoning it in. He barely even reacted to the hot blonde repeat customer that loved to get him to stand behind her and physically guide her through the motions of exercises she had memorized months ago. He just wasn't in the mood for being teased by a married, unavailable beauty.

Not when he had a married, but very available, beauty coming to his house that very night.

He left the gym as soon as his last appointment was done, skipping his own workout. As much as he wanted a fresh pump to keep him looking his best for Sophia, he had some running around to do before she showed up. For one thing, he needed to go buy the tomatoes he'd lied about having.

Then he got a fresh shave and haircut for good measure, and got home in time to shower. He even managed to start dinner prep before Sophia was knocking on the door.

Her preparations for their... It wasn't a date, of course, but she wasn't sure what else to call it. Just dinner? A hangout with a friend? Regardless, her preparations before coming over had been a lot simpler than his full-apartment cleaning: she'd shaved her long, tanned and toned legs, done up dark, silky hair, pulled out her favourite lipstick that she only dusted off for exciting parties, and spent thirty minutes deciding which dress to wear. She hadn't wanted to show up looking slumpy, but a one-on-one dinner with a friend also wasn't the time to bust out the little black dress. In the end, Soph had settled on a bright yellow dress that really popped against her olive skin.

The thin, colourful fabric clung to her round hips, narrow waist, and well-rounded bubblebutt, but small horizontal folds in the fabric kept it from looking painted-on. The cups delicately held up her large, perky breasts, and it was topped by a pair of spaghetti-thin straps that hugged her naked shoulders. It was a fun, summery dress that ended at mid-thigh, but the tightness and the generous display of cleavage elevated it to a level of sexiness that had Leo's blood warming immediately.

She wore her long hair down in a cascade of dark locks that framed her heart-shaped face, and a pair of white pendant earrings drew attention back to her button nose, full lips, and wide, expressive brown eyes.

"Thanks for having me over, Leo," she beamed, stepping into his spacious apartment and leaning in to give him a quick, chaste peck on each cheek. "It smells delicious in here."

Sophia pressed a delicate hand against his rich blue dress shirt as she kissed his cheeks, and her hand seemed to linger for half a second longer than necessary before she stepped back. But she just couldn't help herself: while Mike had spent the last few years trying to meld into the couch, Leo had been putting a serious effort into keeping himself trim and fit. She supposed it made sense from a practical perspective since, as a personal coach, Leo's body was kind of like an advertisement for the effectiveness of his program.

But the way her hand lingered on his hard pectoral while her eyes scanned over the toned forearms he was showing off with his rolled up sleeves had nothing to do with practicality. She managed to pull her eyes away from his chest and arms at about the same time as he tore his eyes from the deep V of cleavage that came courtesy of her strapless bra.

"Come in," he welcomed her when his brain finally remembered how to make his mouth work. "Feel free to sit, I'm just about to bring the sauce down to a simmer."

Leo beckoned her in as he retreated to the kitchen to tend to the sauce. The freshly-peeled and diced tomatoes had seared alongside the garlic, mushrooms, and caramelised onion, and he just needed to add the finishing touches.

Instead of sitting on the couch where they would still be able to see and talk to each other around the open-concept kitchen, she followed Leo around the counter to watch his food prep. When he noticed her slip into his kitchen like she belonged, Leo shot her quick, bright smile that made Sophia's heart skip a beat. His teeth were so white, and his dark skin made them seem even brighter.

Then he turned back to the counter, unscrewed a bottle of vodka, and poured a double in a shot glass.

"Getting ready to party?" she asked with a raised brow.

"Nah, girl," he chuckled. He glanced back and had to work to keep his face looking cool and neutral as he saw her leaning against the counter, arms crossed and hip cocked. Her dress' mid-thigh hem seemed to pull his attention towards her long legs. Their skin was that perfect tanned olive colour, and her legs were just toned enough to make her look athletic without reducing the overall feminine softness. Sophia's posture also had the effect of making her hips and breasts both pop, which she was probably perfectly aware of, and it took a serious effort to keep from ogling her.

"This one's for the sauce." Leo dumped the booze into the pot, then reduced the temperature so the sauce could simmer. "The alcohol will boil off as it cooks, leaving just a hint of sharpness to balance out the acidity of the tomatoes. In ten minutes, I'll add the heavy cream, and the vodka's flavour will bridge the sweet creaminess, too. They'll come together, and it will be just... perfect."

His gaze slid over her body from her toes to her face as he mentioned the creaminess, and fixed on hers as the words "come together" rolled from his tongue.

"This one's for us, though," he added as he pulled down a second shot glass from the cabinet behind him, poured an ounce into each, and slid one towards her.

"Cheers," she said with a flirtatious grin as she took the offered glass and tossed it back. Leo watched her as she did, and Sophia wasn't sure if the sudden warmth in her stomach was from the alcohol or his attention.

The two of them shifted into small talk-- work and weather and home life-- as they leaned against his counter and stood just a little too close. She knew, on some level, that she was playing a stupid, dangerous game, standing almost hip-to-hip with probably the hottest man she'd ever met while he cooked her a gourmet dinner. When Leo produced a pair of wine glasses and directed her to the bottle opener for the wine she'd brought, she reminded herself that he wasn't just a gorgeous man making her dinner and feeding her booze... he was a recently single, gorgeous man making her dinner and feeding her booze.

She took a long sip from her glass of wine all the same. After all, they'd been friends for a few years now, and he hadn't made a move before.

By the time Leo added the cream to the sauce, the kitchen already smelled like heaven. And by the time Sophia took her first bite, she was already a glass-and-a-half of wine deep and feeling more relaxed than she had in months. Then the flavour hit her tongue, and she let out a groan that sounded so close to being sexual that she actually blushed in embarrassment.