The Breeder
The Breeder I was having a rather pleasant dream, including a felidine and a couple of other pretty girls, when the com woke me up with its shrill, unpleasant beeps. I picked up and identified myself, knowing already what this would be about - yet another case of a Nyxian female in heat, the third in just half a week. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed quickly, then I activated my beacon and got transported to the station almost immediately. Usually it would have taken at least half an hour at this time of day, being rush hour. I guess I was on the priority list, which also gave me a hint about what I could expect from todays patient. In the briefing room I was already welcomed by Dr. Ziam and two Nyxians who seemed to be the parents of the unlucky girl. Their clothes were abit on the ragged side, but that was normal enough. Nyxian physiology is pretty complicated and only rich patients can afford the hormone treatment. Also the hormone therapy takes almost a week to finish removing the symptoms and that can be quite an uncomfortable time for the patient, I can tell you. You are wondering why it doesn't bother me to go into detail? Well, it's anonymous after all, yenno. I'm not disclosing her name and I want people out there to know that what we are doing here isn't soulless treatment. It takes quite alot to do this job with the care and respect the patients deserve and I want your readers to see just what that means for the treatment procedures themselves. Besides, for legal reasons we have to create detailed reports of each session anyway so it's nothing unusual to me. Well, her parents were naturally concerned about the procedure, even after reading our standard info files several times. They also gave me the usual check from head to feet - it's a parent thing, yenno. Making sure their daughter is in good hands. When they were satisfied enough I entered preparations and got my usual shot of hormones and nanomeds. The hormones are to attune me closer to the biochemy of the female, the nanomeds help me heal quickly. Nyxians tend to get very intense in their mating. Finally, I entered the treatment room. No no, it's not like one of those rooms with a steel table in the middle and lots of medical appliances around, not at all. Maybe I can show you at some point. The treatment rooms are little biospheres with a climate of the patient's choice. In this case she had chosen a tropical environment with palm trees and a beach. I found her laying naked in the soft white sand near the simulated ocean, listening to the breeze and slowly pleasuring herself with two fingers. She was a really gorgeous young woman. She had nothing of the scrawny, over-muscular look alot of Nyxians have, but instead everything seemed to be exactly the right size. Her fur was black on her back, with a creamy patch running from her shoulders over her nicely rounded breasts and hips down to her crotch and inner thighs. She had a thick well-brushed tail with a little cream-colored stripe through it and in her black-furred face two beautiful green eyes focused on me like shining emeralds. Her hands and feet were the usual blend of human and feline shape, the fingers long and agile, the toes and feet strong, but shapely. I had entered wearing my usual simple shorts, something more like a loincloth then anything else. We don't enter all naked, because some of the patients actually get more shy if they are approached by a naked male. This one, however, did not act shy at all, I tell you. When she looked at me she knew exactly what she wanted and that I was meant to give it to her. I took off the shorts and very quickly my penis was at a full erection. She was still moving her fingers inside of her now dripping entrance, when she rolled on her side and patted a spot next to her, at the same time moaning softly with the pleasure she was obviously giving herself. I smiled at her and accepted the offer and she rolled on top of me immediately. I ran my fingers gently through the fur of her head and back as she cuddled into my arms, breathing heavily as she neared orgasm from her masturbation. She curled up further as she got closer and closer to her peak, so I reached down gently and began rubbing her under her base of her tail. Nyxian girls absolutely love it. Her breathing became wild and erratic and within moment she had climaxed and her released juices ran over my stomach and crotch. She had burried her face deeply under my arm, sniffing as the hormones did their work. I knew she was ready now so I gently lifted her rear off my lap and positioned my shaft at her entrance. This was a tricky part, because her file stated she was still a virgin. I had prepared though and applied a potent painkiller to the head of my penis that acted as an enhancer for pleasure at the same time. This substance is forbidden for home use though, I have to add, because it would be too easy to cause yourself severe injuries while enjoying it to the death. A good death mind you, but nonetheless fatal. I gently pressed my shaft inside her until I met her barrier. Carefully I grabbed the base of my erection and turned it around slightly a few times to ensure spreading of the painkiller over her outer tunnel and hymen. I noticed the substance taking effect when the began to pant and moan again, so I waited no longer and broke her hymen with a single, calculated thrust. The girl whined loudly in surprise and pleasure. Very carefully I inched deeper into her young body until I was hilted inside her and felt her cervix press against my head. She needed time to get used to the new feeling of having a man inside of her most intimate area. The unusual pressure and the sensation of being filled can be abit overwhelming at first. I held her in my arms for a minute or two, caressing her gently and holding her panting body close until she calmed down abit. I felt her arms wrap around my chest and she snuggled softly with a deep purr, showing her willingness to be truly mated. Taking great care not to hurt her in any way I grabbed her lower body with my legs while holding on to her head and upper body with my arms, rolling around until she was positioned under me. For what I wanted to do now I needed perfect control so I would be able to maximize pleasure for her. She let it happen very willingly and breathlessly awaited what was to come soon. Gently and slowly I pulled out of her until my head rested on her netherlips. Under me I saw her green eyes sparkling as she transfixed me with a gaze of pure wild passion and need. The first push back into her folds was slow and careful. She writhed under me and a tear in one of her eyes told me that while it was a wonderful experience, it was still abit much for her, so I slowed down even more, moving about an inch per second. In and out, slowly and tenderly until her muscles relaxed and she settled back on the soft sand with her eyes closed and her mouth open in pleasure. I kept my slow pace for a long time. The young beauty under me obviously had a great endurance for somebody so new to sex, but I did not mind at all. This was not the hard work I had expected, this was as much pleasure for me as it was for her, judging from her rapt expression. I believe we made soft and gentle love for about two hours straight and it was one of the greatest experience in my time as breeder. When finally she needed release, I speeded up just a little until she came around me with a joyful cry of bliss. I felt tears running down my face when her young body pushed me over the top and into the happy beyond. I held her for another hour before her nethers finally released their grip and by then she was fast asleep. I watched as the nurses carefully lifted her onto a hoverbed and moved her out of the room. Yes, I know it's not a particularly good example for a breeder's work, considering that she wasn't fertilized, but it's one of those memories I hold dear. In my work you have to be ready to give yourself to complete strangers who do not even tend to appreciate it all that much and it is those moments that give you the strength to go on. Well, maybe if you want to I can tell you some other stories another time. Like from my days working for the ferals' fund wildlife organization. Thank you, I enjoyed talking to you, too. You are welcome to more stories of my weird old life anytime. And please send me a copy of the magazine you want to publish this one in, maybe I can frame it or something. Oh, I really need to go, there's a beep on the com. See you! * * *
A totally random piece of mine out of a mood I guess. Sometimes I keep wondering about those "what if"s and this is one of them. "What would it be like to live on a space station, working as professional breeder for all kinds of alien species?" Hehehe. I know its almost certainly not among my best, but it should be worth reading and I had fun experimenting with the first person perspective, trying to give it a personal style that would fit the narrator's character. Have fun and please please (insert more "please" here) comment and vote - especially comment I need since this is an experiment, thank you! :) Oh yea, the usual plug I almost forgot this time - commission me! I'm open for free commissions atm!