Preface
It is nearly 200 years since the end of the Gene-War, also known as The Last Great War of Man.
It started as a trade war, the egos of petty men spilling over their countries. Within a decade it turned cold, as the impact of their policies hit their economies and governments turned to xenophobia and scapegoats to deflect from the own failings. It wasn't long before it escalated. Pockets of fighting broke out and less than a century after the last World War, all nations were in conflict again.
But such a conflict was short, as Mutual Assured Destruction wasn't enough to stop the conflict going nuclear.
One would have thought, that after rendering 80% of the surface inhospitable to humanity, the conflict would have ended. But resentments were too deep, and the remaining factions found new ways to fight on.
While the contamination was deadly to humanity, nature quickly adapted. In the decades which mankind spent buried in bunkers taking pot shots at each other, forests grew and animals spread. Never a species to miss an opportunity, mankind saw this reclamation as a sign, how to finally "win" their war.
Using genetic splicing, humanity took aspects of the hardiest animal survivors and altered their own DNA to continue their war. Bear and Dog infused hybrid soldiers marched through forests no human could.
Little over a century later, the war finally ended. A major Gene research facility exploded. It was never clear if this was an accident or military action, but the final result was the same. The end of humanity.
The base splicing virus, which lacked the animal component, was released into the wild. The virus, keyed to alter human DNA had no effect on the animal it infected. It merely took aspects of their DNA and waited till it could be spread to a human. Within a year the Gene-plague had spread across the entire mammalian population of the world, with every mammal being a carrier. The aging filters and crumbling walls of the bunkers could only keep the remaining humans safe from the contagion for so long. And once past the hematic barriers spread with effortless efficacy.
The human race ceased to exist, the Last Great War of Man ended and the rise of the Manmal Races began.
Prolog
During is construction Energy and Resource Post (ERP) 21 had over a thousand Manmals working on its construction. The huge tower of the solar furnace stands starkly out the open plateau, behind it covering the sides of three great hills a thousand self-tracking mirrors focus the suns energy and the pinnacle of the tower. Along the ridge of the hill, dozens of wind turbines. Between the two larger hills a small hydroelectric dam. Outposts like these supply the energy for the growing Manmal civilisation, and act as supply and resource hubs for the farms around.
2 kilometres away from the tower is the settlement, a hodgepodge of wood stone and brick houses, many of which are now empty. Now little more than hundred manmals now live at the settlement, maybe touching 200 if you include the surrounding farms and logging camp.
Chapter 1
Samantha, standing a little over a meter, was small even for a mouze and often covered in oil, grease or other such muck, hence her nickname Smidge. She had moved to ERP21 near the end of its construction, with her then boyfriend, as an engineer. When the construction finished they planned to stay as part of the maintenance crew and start a family, or so she thought. Apparently, he had other plans, leaving for the city a week after she announced her pregnancy. About a month later he sent a letter asking her to join him in the city as a housewife.
But she stayed, her skills earned her the title of chief engineer, she loved her job and her friends here and she wasn't going to give up any of them. She kept working while her child grew inside her belly, undaunted about doing so alone. That was until a week ago, a maintenance shaft she once traversed with ease had "shrunk" trapping her halfway up. She was eventually rescued by Gerald, an elderly Rhat engineer that planned to live out his retirement at the outpost. Kindly he came out of retirement for the next 6-12 months to cover Smidge's maternity leave.
So that was that, no more work. Smidge, 8 months pregnant, sat covered in a sheet on the edge of her bed, looking at the logged wall of her small cabin, bored. Bored, aching, but beyond everything excruciatingly horny.
Smidge always had a veracious sexual appetite, so much so her ex joked about not being able to satisfy her. Little that he knew it was no joke, Smidge had amassed quite a collection of Rhodent sex toys and a few designed for larger Manmals. Yet her favourite "toy" she carried with her every day, her tail. She loved using her tail, the ridges and bumps so useful as a third hand, also gave such a wonderful sensation sliding across the front her clit or pushing vast lengths of it deep inside her.
She had spent the morning desperately trying to cum. She tried lying on her back, knees up, sliding her long tail back and forth between her legs. But her bump made the angles all wrong, her tail sliding to the left or the right. Neither could she hold the tail with both hands how she used to. Always getting close to the point, but frustratingly never, ever reaching it. Then the weight of her baby pushing down on her back was too much.
She tried on all fours, her huge baby belly swinging underneath her. Her breasts, that where once the size of apples (large for her small frame) were now as large as grapefruits and heavy. Her nipples were larger, darker and under her fine fur she could see thick veins. Every now and then when playing with her, now, super sensitive nipple a small amount of yellowy creamy colostrum would form.
But even on all fours, playing with her nipples and using the most powerful of her toys, the rocking of her baby bump kept breaking her rhythm and once again she found herself horny and frustrated. It had been like this for a month, and now she didn't even have work to take her mind of her aching crotch.
She glanced across to the pile of clothes on the floor and decided to get some advice from the only person she knew who had been through a similar situation, and fortunately she was also Smidge's best friend in the outpost.
Chapter 2
Jo was also an engineer and a single mother, and at just under 3 meters a huge statue of a woman, even for a Bovyne. Engineering teams tended to have a mixture or Rhodents for the small fiddly stuff and for the heavy "work horse" work they used the larger races such as Horzes. While Jo did much of the heavy lifting she was highly technical and analytical, thus was 2
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in charge.
She was married, technically still is, to the only son of a local farmer, Jay. It had effectively been a marriage of convenience, with both Jo and Jay entering into it while naively repressing their true natures for the sake of other people.
Homosexuality, while accepted and embraced as a normal part of the diverse natural world, is often in conflict with a parent's desire to be a grandmother/father or to continue a family line. Even though their marriage could have never lasted, Jay and Jo had been friends since they were calves. A deep unbreakable love will always entwine them and their 11 month old son, Jayson.
