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Chapter 7

When I woke up, I felt strange. Not tired like before, more satisfied. My muscles ached in that 'just got done running a mile and I'm pumped up!' sort of way I heard about from athletes. I opened my eyes and stretched just enough to almost crash into Linda, who was leaning over me. The beaver laughed lightly, her new assets jiggling in a way that I found mildly hypnotic even as I looked past her to see the other two girls standing there.

Not girls anymore, but women, eyeing me with concern and I could see that they became relieved at my awakening. "Wakey wakey," said Jaimie as she thrust a tray onto my belly. I pushed it down enough to sit up and start chewing at it without looking. Eggs, something that tasted like bacon, and something sweet. Syrup? I wasn't entirely sure, and I didn't think about it for too long, looking over the three of them.

"You all came out well," I tried lamely. Sandra glanced off with a faint blush as the other two bobbed their heads eagerly.

"We're everything you imagined us becoming. The Matriarch said we're in our prime, more than that, thanks to you," said the beaver Linda as she leaned in and gave me a kiss on the snout. I raised my fork and popped some of the eggs into her close mouth, getting a muffled giggle from her as she backed to upright.

"You forgot something," noted Jaimie as she took over the job of leaning over me, "Nothing to drink with breakfast. We can't have that for our big hero." She slid right up onto the bed, moving next to me and kneeling just at my chest, "But I have the cure for that, right..." She moved a hand to either of her dramatically swollen breasts, hefting them up for my inspection, "Here." I licked my lips. I wasn't sure why, but I was suddenly very thirsty. I sat up, pushing the suddenly forgotten food away and leaned right against one of those big heaving breasts, biting through her harness as I tugged it aside to expose the thick teat.

It popped free and expanded to about three inches long, just as I imagined a cow should have. I engulfed it in my mouth without hesitation, making loud wet sounds as I slurped at her, trying to get at its contents. It flooded my mouth with thick cream. It tasted like a vanilla shake, but warm, and it tingled all the way down to my belly as I drank and drank. My hands grabbed at her, one rubbing over the neglected teat as the other grabbed for her bottom. She was wriggling and moaning with obvious pleasure and I felt like a million dollars. I was sure she would never go hungry in this world. Everyone would want some of this. With this thought, I suddenly backed up, and caught some of the cream across my muzzle for the effort.

Tongue flicking out to catch the sweetness, I asked, "Am I the first?" She nodded slowly, a bit dazed from the ecstasy of feeding me. Her hands cupped my cheeks and she drew me back to her chest, though to the other nipple, not relenting until I was draining the second breast with equal intensity.

Linda chimed as I worked, "Of course you're the first. We owe you everything. We love you, Todd. It's just a shame we can't go with you." At this, Sandra looked back at me, which I could barely catch out of one eye, most of my vision lost in milky furred flesh.

"I have good news," she said quietly. She sounded serious, and I gently parted myself from Jaimie, rubbing her head and cheeks in thanks for the drink as I sat back. "The Matriarch examined me after our... demonstration, and she said that I was made extra special, thanks to you." I was looking at her, hoping this was a good development, when I felt warmth spray across my neck and chest. Jaimie had not stopped producing just because I stopped drinking. I yelped and laughed, helping her back to her feet as she hurried to find something to dry herself with.

"Sorry, please continue," I bade Sandra. She looked a bit embarrassed though, and shuffled in place rather than do so. Linda looked between the two, then clambered up onto the bed.

"There's plenty of time for that. Right now, I want a turn feeding you," she said as she pushed me flat onto my back, "I don't have magical breasts, but I have something just as enchanted," she whispered in a sultry tone as she slid up into position, and my view was blocked once again, this time by furry thighs nestling in around my head. I flicked out my tongue and was greeted with the spicy dampness of the beaver, her body trembling as I sampled her. I nuzzled gently against her sensitive thighs, then began to explore in earnest, sending my wide tongue into her quivering depths, making her whimper and grind her groin forward against my wet nose.

As her voice grew higher and higher in pitch, I could figure out what parts of her tight passage were best to focus on, running my roughened tongue over the delicate flesh, and enjoying a new, increasing taste. Her juices were running heavier with every lap of her petals and I reached to grab her rump, holding her close and rubbing eagerly at her tail, I made a groan of my own. My shaft was sitting out the passion, still tired in an odd way, just unresponsive, though the rest of me was howling in delight at the girl's passion, returning it with playful growls and a deep rumbling purr that set her wild. She hit her peak and my snout was covered in thick sticky fluids. I squeaked like a mouse, then began to laugh gently as I lapped at her pussy lips and thighs, cleaning her diligently even as she wriggled about, lost in the pleasure.

As we calmed down, she slid down to be belly to belly, and began cleaning me in return. Her warm soft tongue caressed over my furry flesh, clearing her sweet juices and the sprayed milk both in dutiful diligence. I held her affectionately, rubbing down her back in slow soothing motions as I waited it out. Just as I was ready to relax entirely, I remembered Sandra and looked up towards her. "What were you saying? Special?"

Sandra nodded and smiled, "Yes, well... When you took me like that, I wanted you so badly. I wanted you... entirely, body, soul, I wanted to be yours. I wanted you to be mine..." she said, rambling a little. I gestured for her to continue, rolling my paw over Linda's back. "Well, that, and we were having sex..."

"Fucking," offered Jaimie helpfully.

"Yes, fucking, on the cakes. They were still magic, and it changed you and me, just enough, so... you did it."

"Did what?" I asked with a blink.

"I'm carrying your child. I'm a breeder." She drew out a small badge from her harness and clipped it into place. It looked like a person standing with many small people around them.

I wasn't sure what to say at first, so I just waved her closer. Linda slid off of me and went to stand by Jaimie as I drew the squirrel up into her place, and hugged her firmly, "That's" I paused. Was it good? I supposed it was. It's not like these people wouldn't take care of her, and the child. My child? I was a father? "Great news. I never dreamed, er, this way, you know? Wow." Having delivered that inspiring speech, I leaned in to kiss her firmly. My body was better at communicating my emotions than my mouth was. She smiled as the kiss parted, but looked clearly torn.

"I'm happy too, but I never had a baby before. The nuns back home said making a child was a lot of work, and it hurts a lot." She glanced away again, "I heard a lot of mommies didn't even get a chance to see their children growing up it hurt so bad."

I ran my hand across her ears, scratching gently behind each ear slowly, "What? No, put that out of your head right now. This isn't Ireland. This place has magic, and everyone here likes, no, loves you. You'll be the best cared for person in this house besides the Matriarch." I said quickly, trying to sooth her, and myself. I didn't really have any idea how this sort of thing worked.

"That she will be," spoke a new voice as the door closed. The Matriarch was there with another female, a vixen as most in the house was, wearing a badge that looked like a, what were those things called, the thing with the snakes wrapped around it. I figured she was a doctor of some kind. Maybe a wizard, in this world. "Motherhood is nothing but a blessing. You will know only joy as you share your love with the unborn and bring them forth to the warmth of the house," spoke the elder as she came up to join me in my petting of Sandra.

My mind skipped tracks suddenly as I looked Sandra over, "Hey, the other part of the wish worked too. You have a great ass." The moment I said it, I cringed. What made me say that? It seemed out of place with the conversation. Not that I didn't mean it, of course. She didn't seem to mind the compliment, giggling and looking more positive about the situation.

"Thank you, both of you. I'll be brave," said Sandra as she sat up. "Matriarch, where did his friend go, Veronica?"

Veronica? I had forgotten about her. I looked for an answer with equal intensity. Jaimie and Linda started whispering to one another and looking nervous. I was sure they knew something about it.

The Matriarch coughed lightly to silence them, "After your successful ritual, Veronica needed some time... for herself," she stated evasively, "She will be back when she is ready."

"When she's ready?" I asked, "What's wrong with her? Is she alright?"

"She is fine, physically. She is simply suffering from an acute case of jealousy," the Matriarch gently urged Sandra off of me, to stand beside the bed instead. Soon my balls were being held by her older fingers, weighed and caressed. "Only a few females are chosen to become breeders. It is usually decided upon by the eldest of the family, based on merit and accomplishment. You short circuited the decision when you made Sandra heavy with your child." She squeezed at my sheath firmly, enough to bring a brief pang of delicious pain, "She was hoping to be chosen to bear your child, and you dashed that hope. This is not your fault, but she must deal with her broken plans. There was no guarantee she would have been chosen regardless."

I considered over that, sporting a mild erection from the fondling and grabbing, "Isn't there something I can do, to help? What if I just got her... the same?" I asked with a shrug.

"It isn't that easy. The act of making life is one of the strongest magics a man can enact. It is very draining for him. I am sure you noticed..." She reached out and trailed a finger along my sheath. It felt great, but I wasn't getting any harder, "Your condition. You will need rest, and time, before you can consider siring more cubs. There are protocols to follow, as well, but we understand the tempestuous nature of men. If you take her and bring her back to us heavy, we will have to accept it. Of course," she rolled a paw in the air, "We don't have to show you how to do that."

"How?" I asked, "I fuck her, she gets pregnant. Even a little kid should know that," I said with a snort. Did she really think I knew nothing?

"You know nothing. There is more to it than that," she snapped, then reached to pinch my ear roughly, "Now get out of that bed. The girls are going to take you out into the city, to see the sights while we prepare. We have more time than we thought, with you so drained."

I yelped and was soon on my feet. The girls were more than eager to help me get my harness on. Clothed, or what passed for clothed in this world, we moved to exit the manor and entered the city proper.

A guide had been selected. I expected another vixen, but it turned out to be a skunk, like Cynthia, but smaller, a girl, rather than a woman. She smiled at the four of us and started leading us through the streets. "The gallery we're visiting is one of the best around. We have full passes, so we can see whatever we'd like for as long as you desire." She glanced over her shoulder as she pushed through the crowd effortlessly, "By the way, you're twice as much of a stud as they say you are."

The girls all laughed at my blush as I waved off the compliment. I leaned over towards the three, whispering, "They don't see that many men. The few they have are pretty puny."

Jaimie shrugged back at me, "Even compared to the ones we saw, you're pretty well built. Just enjoy being the best stud around." She reached to grab at me, shamelessly fondling for a moment before she became distracted by a peddler. The girls had clearly changed, perhaps the ritual. They were happy in their new, adult, forms, comfortable with their sexuality and unashamed of expressing themselves. I could think of worse fates.

We arrived at the art gallery. It was a simple stone structure with slender pillars. Its walls were covered in all manner of art. Wild abstracts seemed to be the most popular choice. We were led in without delay or question and the guide turned to face us, "To your left is the art from the Time of Chaos, from the right is more modern works, and just ahead are live sculptures, but that area is closed at the moment," she helpfully explained before waving us off towards the left.

"What's your name?" suddenly asked Sandra as we wandered into a hall filled with paintings that looked more like several paint cans had exploded violently than any actual 'art'.

The guide looked over her shoulder, "I'm Pauline. I work for the city and was hired to be your guide today. Now this piece," she gestured at a pottery piece that looked sort of like a jug, if someone had shattered it and made an awful attempt at reassembling it, "is our oldest item. It hails from -40 EC, that's End of Chaos. I'm told you are all Outsiders, so I'll try to explain as I go. This artwork is especially rare because of its uniformity."

I started to lose focus as the eager skunk explained about this painting and that drawing and these extremely significant pieces over there. I was almost asleep when a soft bell rang out through the hallways, startling me back to awareness. Me and the girls were looking around for what the bell meant even as Pauline pointed back towards the entrance, "The hall of live sculptures is open now. Let's proceed." And she led us rapidly back to where we started, then down a flight of carpeted stairs to a dimly lit room. There were many statues on either side. I recognized the one I had sprayed to test, and to enhanced Veronica, but there were many others I had no idea the purpose or meaning of, and Pauline wasn't telling.

She led us right to the back and pointed to a statue of a vixen. It looked a bit large, with oversized limbs, standing about seven or eight feet tall and obvious mechanical joints. "This is, by some estimates, our most valuable display. Your elder specifically asked that I demonstrate it for you." The skunk looked at my groin directly, giving a sneering grin, "She said it would do wonders for you. Please step up in front of the statue and press the button there with your left foot."

I wasn't sure I liked that look she gave, but soft tingles in my cock told me it was becoming ready for action. I could feel it growing heavier even I stepped up into position. The button clicked loudly when I depressed it, and the statue lurched into motion. It turned left, then right, then left again, reaching out slowly and mechanically to grab a jar that was laying nearby. It dipped a metal hand into it and came out covered in thick goop, then put the jar back down.

"What's that supposed to do?" asked Linda as she leaned closer to see.

"Have no fear," said the guide with a big grin. "After discovering the painful results of catching, pinching, and chafing, the statue is now equipped with a lubrication cycle before the fun begins." The girls gave appreciative Oooo and Aaa sounds as I glanced back at them nervously. The nervousness faded quickly though as the metal hands started working that cool gel into my now fully stuff member. It felt great, and so slick, being rubbed thoroughly from tip to base, then around my groin, even my balls were coated in the stuff.

Sandra peered into the gloom behind the statue and pointed, "Say what's that?" Linda scowled at her and put a finger to her lips, making a shhhh sound. I looked where Sandra was pointing and saw a large layer cake resting not far from the statue, with a few fine wires leading up to it. The statue was cake powered? The very idea boggled my mind even as my shaft throbbed in the pleasure of being so treated.

The statue drew back, turned right, and grabbed a second jar. It turned it until I could see inside of it. It looked like some kind of clay. The jar was then turned upside down, and moved just over my straining member. "Thrust," instructed Pauline. Who was I to argue? I drew back, then pushed up. The clay yielded more easily than I expected, flowing more like jello than clay as it ran down my aching shaft. The statue lowered the jar as I pushed, and I was made to rut against it, working deeper and deeper. With one last grunt, I sank so far that my entire set was devored, balls and all, encased in the cool dry clay.

As the clay settled into place, the tingling from before became stronger. I had to half close my eyes as the warming buzzing sent spikes of sensation radiating outwards through my body. The robot left the jar where it was and leaned back to grab a third jar, smaller and black. It popped open a hole on the top of the jar covering me, and began pouring in some strange thick substance. I could feel it running along me, and it felt great. I was growling and pawing at the air. I wanted to fuck something so bad at that point, but I couldn't do much more than rock in place as this new stuff coated me from the tip of my cock to the bottom of my hanging sac.

With a sudden pull, the robot drew the jar away from me. A loud pop echoed in the hall. The robot went straight up and put everything down before producing a tiny hammer. It tapped at the jar that once held my genitals, and it shattered, revealing a startlingly accurate copy of me, or at least the part of me that most found interesting. Abruptly, the lights in the room came to full brightness. Several females from the manor stepped out from alcoves, wielding what looked like auctioning paddles, and a few were passed to Jaimie, Linda, and Sandra as Pauline burst into full laughter, explaining nothing.

I wasn't sure what to think. I was horny enough to fuck the robot, even if it had no visible parts to fuck it in, and confused. The women didn't seem to care though. Pauline hopped up in front of the robot and started a bidding. Ten, Twenty, A hundred, three hundred, four thousand. The number skyrocketed rapidly before a winner was declared. A sleek white pelted vixen stepped up to claim her prize, the dildo made of me, and licked over its bulbous head, leering at me quite directly as she did so.

At that point, I wanted to leap on her and show her just how much better the real thing was, but she was already walking away, looking satisfied with her winning. Pauline gestures to the cake behind the statue, "Now that the preliminaries are out of the way, and the test is passed." Test? What test? "Will the newest member of the house, please present yourself."

A voice echoed from inside the cake, oddly clear despite the sweet stuff in the way. "Now, I forsake my violated vows and cast aside my mistaken sacrifices," it called before the cake exploded violently in a spray of pastry and icing, revealing a messy but exultant feline within. Phaeleen had changed as much as the girls, sporting huge breasts and a figure to match, her long soft hair rolling down to those fuckable hips. It was all too much. I ran up to the cake, fully intent on taking care of the burning lust, but she held up her hand to slow me.

"Hold yourself, my savior," she spoke, and I restrained myself, barely, squirming from foot to foot. "You have taken everything from me. My old faith, my clothing. You have even taken away my desire to be human. I've given it all for you, and what have you given me? You've given me happiness, you've left me naked and whole in this cake, ready to greet a new life. I must pay for my crimes before I left them go at last. I will pay in blood." she leaned forward towards me, those wonderful orbs leaning all the more. I tried to look her in the eyes, but those breasts were so much more fascinating right then. "Come, take the only thing I have left to give. Take my virginity away and leave me to start anew." She held out her hands towards me, "Can you scale the heights to..."

I didn't hear the rest, I couldn't. I had to have her. I started climbing, scrambling more like. Cake was flung behind me with each step as I wrenched it free in my struggle to get to her faster. I tripped, getting a face full of frosting before I was back up again. With a loud growl I lept the last bit of it, knocking her backwards into the cake as I pinned the leopard down. I was in her, rutting her wildly. She squealed in the moment of first entry, virginity lost, but I barely registered it in my all consuming passion. We were soon rolling against one another, lost in the cake, becoming one being of undulating passion. She had claws, I discovered. She dug them into my sides, pulling me all the harder against her, our bodies slamming together faster and faster. Everyone watched appreciatively where they weren't helping one another cope with the lust of the event. She rolled suddenly on top of me, "I am Phae, and I am complete!" she shouted as she flexed tightly around me. With a howl, I exploded into her, leaning up to find her throat and bite lightly. We were both cats, it must have been a soft spot for her, because she was howling too, and we came together, sinking against the squishy chocolate cake as we collapsed into one another's arms, utterly content.