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Zachary's Report

A Short Serial by O. Pawsome

WARNING: The following story contains scenes of explicit sex between consenting adult and/or underage characters. If you find these concepts offensive, or are not of legal age to view sexually explicit material in your country or state, please navigate away from this page now.

CHAPTER 1 â€" The Interview

"Mr. Whitaker?"

The bespectacled fox turned abruptly to face the voice that came from behind as the lioness strode into the office, shutting the door behind her. She carried a manila folder, tucked under her elbow and was dressed in a smart business suit. He rose from his seat and extended his paw.

"Oh, erm, hi. That's me, but you can call me Zach," the fox replied amiably, though there was little hiding the nervousness in his voice. The lioness shook his paw warmly and purred, "Very nice to meet you, Zach. I'm Sheila, the head admissions counselor for the Highlands Repopulation Center. Welcome."

"Thanks," Zack replied. "I'm glad to be here."

"That's good to hear," Sheila said with a smile. She gestured back to the chair in front of her desk. "Please, have a seat Zach. I trust you don't mind if I ask you some questions first before we get the process started. It shouldn't take too long, so long as we can get through the interview in a straightforward fashion. So I'm going to need you to be completely honest with me," she said, looking him in eyes. Zack swore it she was flirting with him, but he hoped he was harder to read than she was. Dressed in shirtsleeves and a pair of tan slacks, Zack looked as relaxed as he could as Sheila opened the folder on her desk. She took out a small voice memo recorder and pressed the red button on the device, starting to record. Zack visibly shifted in his seat, but Sheila apparently didn't notice.

"Alright, let's start with your name."

"Zachary Garett Whitaker," he said.

"Your age?"

"I'm twenty-seven."

"What's your occupation?"

"I'm a photographer," he answered immediately.

"Now it says here on your file you're bisexual, is that correct?"

"Well, yes. I mean, I guess so. I'm attracted to both males and females."

"And have you had sex with both males and females before?" she asked bluntly.

"Err, yes I have."

"And which do you prefer?" she asked honestly.

"You know, I really can't say," Zack said, his ears pinkening a bit. "I think I like them both equally, if it's all the same to you."

"Wonderful. And are you married or in a serious relationship with anyone?" Sheila asked him expectantly.

"Well, no. Not at the moment," he replied.

"Have you ever fathered any children, in or out of wedlock?"

Zachary shook his head. "No, I never have."

"Why do you want to commit yourself to Repopulation?"

"Well, I want to save the planet," he said quickly. But Zach shifted again in his seat. He knew the answer was far from that simple. And his true purpose for the situation in which he now found himself went back to a meeting he had with his senior editor, several weeks before.

* * *

"You want me to do what?" Zack said, jaw dropping as he looked down at his boss.

The raccoon twirled a pen in his paw and swiveled in his char, looking up at Zack, who was now standing over his desk.

"You heard me. This is the story of a lifetime. I'd have thought you of all people would jump at an opportunity like this."

"Yeah, but Chuck, this is kinda over the top, you know?"

Chuck leaned forward, propping his chin on his paws and churred, "No, I don't know. ‘Over the top' isn't exactly something I'm used to hearing in 20 years as an investigative reporter."

Zack sighed, exasperated. "Chuck, c'mon. You're telling me that you want me to go undercover in a Repopulation Center...as a breeder?"

"Why not? It's the perfect opportunity to get an insider's view on how things work in a Repop center," Chuck said, shrugging in an open pawed gesture.

"Why not? Jeez, Chuck..."

"Look, Zach," he said, interrupting his subordinate. "No one knows what goes on in these places. We've heard all sorts of wild stories: sexual torture, slavery, wanton promiscuity, furs treated like cattle on a dairy farm. Look, there's even rumors they're breeding kids, Zack. As young as ten and eleven, even," he said, pausing for effect.

Zack raised an eyebrow and said with a chuckle, "That's got to be complete bullshit."

"Complete bullshit? Do you call this complete bullshit?" Chuck said, casually tossing down a xeroxed page down onto his desk. Zack scanned it before his eyes hit the relevant portion, marked with a green highlighter:

National Assembly passes Abuse of Minors Act Exemption. New law will grant immunity to sexual acts performed with children under 18 years of age so long it is for medical purposes, under the supervision of a medical professional, and parental consent is obtained.

"Where did you find this?" Zack said, his eyes widening. "Why hasn't this gone out on the wire?"

"Because there's been a media blackout. This law was passed two nights ago, when the Assembly was supposed to be at home, sleeping," Chuck said simply. "And I didn't find it, Henry did. They may have passed the law now, but apparently this has been going on for a while and they've been granting prosecutorial immunity ever since the program began seven years ago."

"Henry," Zack grumbled. "Why didn't you send him to do it instead? He seems to be the rising star around here anyway."

"Cut the crap, Zack. Henry earns it. And I can't send Henry because he's married. And he's infertile, just like everyone else."

"Oh? How do you know he is and I'm not?" Zack asked suspiciously.

Chuck grinned, eyes smiling behind the dark-furred mask. "Let's just say a good reporter never reveals his sources."

"And why a breeder? Why not a staff member, someone with more access? You know they keep the males and females segregated, right?"

Chuck pointed his pen at Zach and murred, "Unless you've suddenly sprouted an RN or Reproductive Physiology degree, I think there's only one way you can get in. You're not going to be able to pull it off if you don't know what you're talking about. Besides, this will give our readers a first-paw perspective that you wouldn't have if you were on the other side of things."

Zach sighed, "I really don't know about this Chuck. I mean, the minimum commitment is one year for males, I know that much. They don't even let you leave the grounds for the first four months."

"Well, at least you've been doing your homework," Chuck said with a smirk. He paused for a moment to quickly respond to a text message on his Blackberry. Stowing it in his pocket once more, the raccoon eyed the fox evenly and quietly said, "Look, management agrees with me that this is a big story. They're approved a compensation bonus for this year for you."

"How much?" Zack asked.

"Seven hundred and fifty thousand," Chuck said simply.

"Seven huâ€"jeez...wow..." Zack stuttered, speechless.

"I thought you might be a little more open-minded after hearing that bit," Chuck said, wearing a satisfied grin.

"C'mon, Chuck. You really think they'll let me do any reporting from inside the center itself?"

"We know for a fact that breeders are allowed Internet access, as well as email to friends and family."

"Yeah, but communications are monitored,"

"That's true. You'll be reporting to me directly. I'll be your Uncle Chuck," he said with a snicker. "You'll have to disguise your correspondence as a letter. And hopefully, it will get through. It'll be posted in a blog on our website and I think it will be extremely popular," Chuck said confidently.

Zack sighed again. He knew he had run out of excuses short of outright refusing.

"Alright, Chuck. I'll think about it, okay?"

"That's fine, Zack. Go ahead and think it over."

* * *

"Zack?"

"Hmm?" the fox merfed, distracted as he gazed out the window into the hazy smog. A billboard blinked in the distance, showing a group of smiling young newborn kits. It read "GIVE THE GIFT OF LIFE â€" DONATE SPERM AND EGGS."

"Zack? I was asking how many times a day you masturbate." Sheila said with a smile. Zack abruptly turned back to the interview

"What? Oh, well ah, maybe twice a day. Usually," he stammered, caught off guard.

Sheila scribbled in her folder before moving on to the next question.

"Do you use pornography when you masturbate?"

"Yes, sometimes."

"Does it feature both males and females?"

"Yeah, it has both," Zack said, already finding this awkward and wondering what the hell he was thinking. He realized he was shaking his leg involuntarily, and willed himself to stop.

"Are you familiar with, and comfortable with the following types of unprotected sexual acts: vaginal sex, anal sex, mutual masturbation, fellatio, cunnilingus, anilingus, frotteurism, mammary sex, as well as contact with male and female reproductive fluids?" Sheila listed all of these items as if they were symptoms of some sort of illness, reciting this extensive list of intimate acts with a bored, practiced monotone.

Zack squirmed in his seat, each word and it's associated image flashing by in his mind before he could process the one before. But he hadn't heard anything on that list that was overly kinky or edgy, so he simply answered, "Uh, yeah. Sure."

Zack was at a disadvantage. He was used to giving the interviews, asking the tough questions, and making his interviewees squirm. Now that he was on the receiving end, he had a newfound appreciation for what the targets of his previous interviews must have been going through. Bombarded with such intimate questioning from a complete stranger, he was too overwhelmed to ask the flurry of questions that had swirled around in his head on the way there.

Sheila smiled, scribbling a few notes down on the file for a few minutes while Zack waited in the tense silence. When she finished, she looked up to face him, appreciating the messy brown hair he had for its boyish exuberance. But she couldn't tell yet if the attraction was mutual.

"Well, based on the information you've given us today, as well as the sperm sample you sent in, I'd say that you'd be a perfect fit for our community here at Highlands. We'd love to have you, but I'm sure you are aware there is a minimum one year commitment. Once you sign this paper, you will become the property of the government and refusal to cooperate or leaving the Center without authorization can carry a severe penalty, up to a fine of $74,000 and loss of Federal benefits.

Zack swallowed as she shoved the contract under his nose. It was all suddenly becoming too real for him. He read the agreement carefully, not really taking in the words. He had got little sleep the night before. But he had come prepared for this eventuality, his duffel bag sitting beside his chair. Taking a deep breath, he reached out a paw, picked up the pen, and signed his name on the bottom, marking the date that would begin his one-year period. He felt as if he had swallowed a bucket of icecubes, a giddy terror forming in the pit of his stomach.

Sheila smiled and purred, "Welcome home, Zack. I know you'll fit right in here."