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The winter wind howled outside, beating against the isolated facility, grey and sharp concrete half-covered in snow by now. The helicopter had been taken into the garage, and all the geothermal heat pumps were working at maximum capacity to keep the freezing gale outside. Even the train wasn't running. Nobody would be leaving the facility before the storm was over, certainly, which was both a curse and a blessing.

From the intimidating fortress-like building above ground, it continued downwards, spiralling far beneath the permafrost in a combined prison and bunker, in a bid to protect the world from what it housed. This grim-looking megastructure was the Containment Facility. On paper, its purpose was listed as safe storage for nuclear waste, and this much was true - though the mostly-spent fuel was harnessed for additional heat in the arctic conditions - but there was an undisclosed half to its operations.

It housed what were typically referred to as breeders. Males that, through some mutation or otherworldly influence, has become extremely virile and potent. Usually, they were found when entire villages suddenly fell pregnant all at once. Other times, perhaps a mall would be affected, or a subway. Each time, the government officially blamed gas leaks, mass hysteria, terrorist attacks and the like, but truth was simpler and lewder; all such accidents were caused by the breeders. So potent was their sperm that any woman who ended up getting mounted by one would, with no exceptions, find her belly swelling soon, and each had enough endurance to simply keep going, rarely stopping before they were stopped.

The facility's staff was all female. This was a known risk, but as it turned out, women were more resistant to their charms. The breeders, though their species and age varied, all shared one thing in common; they seemed to emit a kind of hypnotic pheromone. Normal males succumbed to it immediately, becoming little more than slavering sluts, eagerly offering themselves for the breeders to use. The breeders were happy enough to settle for that, if no women were available, but they did seem to prefer more receptive partners.

Thankfully their pheromones had no immediate effect on the feminine mind. Oh, certainly, each of them tended to be fiercely attractive and seductive to a wide spectrum of women, but for women, it was no more so than any other attractive male might've been... unless they did, eventually, succumb to their advances. Once they had filled a woman with their seed, she would experience the same effects as men did, namely immediately falling into a horny, eager, reportedly giggly and decidedly submissive trance state to allow themselves to used again upon catching their scents. It seemed that their cum caused an irreversible change in the recipients' brains. That, effectively, meant that once they'd successfully charmed their way into someone's pants, that person would be their obedient baby factory forever.

Some even _liked_that and allowed it to happen deliberately. That was part of why the facility had been built in such a hostile, unforgiving location; to deter anyone from trying to break in to set the breeders free. Another reason was that the breeders, if not satisfied, were incredibly strong in their single-minded pursuit of copulation, easily able to shatter reinforced glass, tear open steel doors, and even punch through thick walls. In other words, they were incredibly difficult to contain, especially given that despite their constant horniness, they were about as smart as any other person.

The cold, of course, was something that no physical organism could really overcome for long. Theoretically, they might be able to steal enough material to make clothes to outlast the journey back to warmer climates, but they rarely had the motivation to; the facility did also keep them satisfied to avoid such risks. That was also how each and every one of them had been initially "captured" - they'd volunteered to come to the facility. What man would say no to being taken care of by attractive women every day of their life, after all? The only restriction was that they were, strictly, not allowed to force themselves on anyone. That didn't stop them from trying to seduce the personnel.

Each had a "routine" of sorts, their personal kinks - everything that did not involve penetration - served by their jailors and guards. Some might be satisfied simply by getting milked by a machine regularly. Others required a more personal touch. Some, even more interaction than that, anything from handjobs to oral or even grinding. Others yet wanted some kind of emotional connection. Every breeder was different, but they were all far more dangerous than their appearances would suggest.

Satisfying the breeders, of course, turned the staff on too. How could they not be, having their hands all over such attractive men all day long? And yet, as too much pent-up arousal could lead to all kinds of unwanted and downright dangerous consequences, the staff of the containment facility had specific routines to take care of that, too; what they jokingly called the circlejerk, though it was also a public way of making sure that each one of them did cum, thus shedding any excessive arousal.

And so there they sat, every staff member, in a wide circle of comfortable chairs, all of them naked and rubbing at their soaked pussies. Even though most were straight, it was still difficult to not enjoy the wet schlicking and the happy little whimpers and moans, the raw and open sexuality of it all more arousing than their actual bodies.

"Nnf, fuck. I'm still angry at B-13," a curvy red panda groaned while thrusting a couple of fingers deep into her soaked sex. "I can't believe she let that bastard mount her. Just like that, too. Almost caused a containment breach," she whimpered.

The staff were considered B-class personnel, and none of them knew the names of the others. They weren't allowed to either ask or tell, and as such, each was simply a number.

"Well we've all- mmh, been tempted, haven't we?" an otter replied, so wet that her thighs were matted, feverishly kneading her clit. "Just f-fantasizing about how it'd feel to let it happen."

Part of the circlejerk sessions was to air out any errant fantasies. Doing so deprived them of power. An important part of resisting temptation was, after all, to admit you felt it in the first place rather than deny it.

"I mean yes, but I wouldn't actually do it," the panda huffed back. "Yeah their cocks look amazing but... a lot of guys have amazing cocks and I'm not fucking them, either- nngh- but the worst thing is how happy she looked, like she loved what'd happened to her!"

The other women in the circle - twelve, total, at the moment - were all absorbed mostly into their own pleasure. Some looked shy or frustrated at having to do it, others seemed perfectly happy with it. In the middle of the room was a camera. The facility's administrator couldn't personally be physically present due to his unfortunate gender, but he remained the single most knowledgeable figure on the nature of the breeders.

And he might've enjoyed watching the women rub themselves to orgasm. There _was_that too.

"God yeah," the otter squeaked. Her hips twitched, bucking against her fingers in pure instinct. "Like she was in heaven just riding his cock over and over again... it's like their cum... fff-fuck, I'm gonna..."

A few more stiff-fingered flicks across her clit, and she came, moaning heavily as she gushed out all those ill-advised fantasies of spreading her legs one for one of the breeders. It always felt just as good, even if she, like all the others at the facility, would never actually surrender to those urges. Resisting was part of their whole job; if the breeders got free somehow, they'd quickly turn the entire planet into a lot of submissive, needy holes for themselves. The facility, at least - they deliberately dressed light in spite the cold outside, so that any clothing sufficient for the blizzards would have to come from outside. For them, though, for months at the time, the facility was the world, and none of them had contact with their families or significant others outside it.

Her orgasm set off a chain reaction, and soon enough everyone in the circle was moaning, some quietly and others with shameless lust, some merely soaking their hands and others outright splattering the floor with their wetness as pleasure wracked their bodies. Some fantasized about each other. The rest, of a boyfriend back home, or perhaps one of the breeders, forbidden as it were. Still, no harm done if the fantasy never became a reality.

The camera made a soft ding for each pussy the administrator saw starting to clench, the unnamed person on the other side making notes on the subconscious tells, to ensure that nobody was faking theirs. Today, it seemed that nobody had been, as each woman soon leaned back with dazed, happy grins on their faces, enjoying the complimentary five-minute break that followed those sessions, so they'd have time to regain their strength.

The red panda, B-27, was first. She'd been a personal friend of B-13, who had since then been relocated far away from the breeders with her memory wiped. The organisation had, of course, adopted the baby she couldn't even remember having, who had thankfully been female and thus at no risk of being a breeder herself. B-27 had never truly understood what'd motivate her friend to do such a thing, but she _did_understand the fantasy. That much was clear; it was simply the age-old lusty reverie of submission and being reduced into something slutty and eager.

Normally, thinking about it got her going again, but so soon after an orgasm, she maintained her composure well. After a quick wipe-down to dry herself up, she wriggled back into her uniform. They'd had to make a custom order due to her generous chest, but that meant it fit like a glove.

The otter, B-42 was a little newer. She had learned the basic procedures of the place by now, though she'd been very shy at first. Now, B-27 was her supervisor of sorts, for the duration of their current stay at the facility, making sure that she made no mistakes. Being sapient beings, the breeders weren't entirely rigid, but if they weren't satisfied correctly, they'd eventually begin making more forceful overtures towards staff. She had to imagine that was what'd happened to B-13 in the end. Maybe, without having had her morning coffee, she'd tried giving a handjob to one that preferred blowjobs, and things had escalated from there until his cock was pumping that corrupting seed into her very core, melting her otherwise brilliant mind.

It was, then, crucial that the otter wouldn't repeat such theoretical mistakes. It was, after all, the fate of them all that hung in the balance. They'd been extremely lucky that the breeder had been perfectly content to just fuck the wolfess over and over again rather than attempting to break out, or it'd have been an all-out breach.

Oh. She'd forgotten something. With a sigh, B-27 reached into the medicine cabinet and swallowed a couple of chalky pills. In just a few hours she'd start lactating. One of the smaller breeders loved that, probably needed it, and this month nursing him until he came was her duty. It was always bothersome.

"Okay, now..." the panda said. "Let's see the schedule..."

She scanned their schedule, shown on a display on the wall. Their rotation today had a total of three breeders, two before the one the milk was actually for, which ensured that she'd be leaking pretty heavily by the time they got to him. The annoying thing was that she'd be soaking her uniform - but she stuffed a few absorbent pads over her taut nipples before pulling it back on with a groan. "Let's go," she said.

The two made their way through the endless spiralling corridors. They were constructed that way to confuse the breeders in case of a possible breakout. Between each bare concrete corridor - uninviting, hostile, cold, and with deliberately skewed architecture that offended the senses - there was a more decorated, luxurious space that felt almost like being outdoors, and the breeders' cells were similarly comfortable and beautiful. It was a prison, yes, but it was the kind of prison that the inmates wanted to remain in, as all their needs were sated. It was a much safer and more humane way to contain the aberrations.

Each "oasis", complete with simulated day cycles, contained a few cells. 27 unlocked the door to the first one on the right with a quick blip of her wrist-embedded access chip.

The first subject on their rotation was an older-looking wolf. Nobody knew quite how old he actually was; the breeders aged differently. His appearance was that of a greymuzzle, somewhere past middle age, but he showed no signs of decline, only grizzled strength and endurance. The subjects as a whole were classified based on two factors; how dangerous they were if not satisfied, and how difficult they were to satisfy. This nameless wolf was likely one of the strongest creatures held at the facility, one of the few who had shown himself to be effortlessly able to take down entire fireteams and rut them full of his pups, as well as being impervious to most - though thankfully not all - attempts to subdue him. However, he was a man of simple pleasures, not even needing a touch to satisfy. He only wanted attention and encouragement. He was still graded in the middle because he'd be very insistent about spilling his cum inside the staff instead.

The wolf shot 27 and 42 a knowing glance when they entered his cell, already sitting with his legs shamelessly splayed and his full package on open display, from plump and oversized balls to his proudly erect cock, already rock hard with anticipation. 27 sighed inwardly; the first time she'd laid her eyes on him, she'd felt weak at the knees at just how strong that primal attraction was. There was something more to him, like his very presence had been compelling her to mount his beautiful cock, though by now, the red panda suspected it was instead something about her_,_ a weakness to the type who confidently thought his sheer girth was all that was needed to impress a woman.

"Mrr," she churred. "I've just been unable to stop thinking about that cock," she continued softly, lying through her teeth.

"No big surprise there," the wolf rumbled, soaking up the praise. He grasped the base of his impressive length and waggled it. 27 gasped slightly, genuinely seeming to enjoy the show. No matter, she'd get used to the sight sooner or later. "I bet you're getting all wet thinking of it inside you, too."

"Mm-hm," 42 replied. "It's just so big, though... I want to see you cum again..."

The wolf flashed a cocky grin, giving his hardness a leisurely stroke, all the way from tapered tip to the bunched-up sheath behind his swollen knot. "Sure you wouldn't rather feel it, babes?" he asked. "Just lean back, spread those sexy legs, and I'll make you cum so hard you'll be begging for it next time."

As always, they tried to push their luck. Every now and then they'd inevitably succeed, too, when a staff member just got too worked up. Even now, his pleasantly musky scent filled the cell, filling their lungs with each breath, tickling and teasing all those primitive instincts until the wolf seemed like a desirable mate despite his attitude. Like maybe, just maybe, it'd be worth it to just let him melt their minds and turn them into his horny, needy sluts.

42 kept coaxing him on with sweet words and wanton requests, while 27 had to fight the urge to touch herself. She was still new enough that a lot of the subjects did manage to get her going, but her youthful fascination often worked in her favour, too, as long as she retained enough willpower to not actually give in. Despite her recent orgasm she found herself pressing her thighs together lustily as she watched the wolf start to stroke himself, happy to visually demonstrate just how his cock would feel buried inside their pussies.

"Mhh, yeah. Just stare at it, girls. Could be throbbing like that inside you soon, if you ask nicely..." he groaned, squeezing hard as he pumped along. "Filling those slutty wombs with some thick warm cum, fuck..."

That was all he ever needed. To be observed and admired as he satisfied himself. Once one had been at the facility for long enough, it was more boring than dangerous or risky, but that meant they had to bring in newbies who still weren't immune to his very basic charms. That was the real risk; the arousal he inspired had to be real to some degree, but at the same time, the risk of them submitting was all the bigger if they didn't know how to deal with their own lusts.

"How about you show us just how much cum you'd put in us?" 27 asked, breathlessly. Soon enough, he erupted in a few thick ropes of seed that splattered over his muscular, scruffy chest with each heavy throb of his cock - which he was very happy to show off. Every moment of his orgasm, from how his balls drew up close to this body, and then letting it jerk in his grasp, to the pressure blasts of mind-altering cum. 27 moved to wipe him clean, continuing her faked excitement, reassuring him that they'd eventually do more. The cum wasn't thought to have any effect through skin. In fact, only receiving it vaginally seemed to do anything, but she didn't want to take any risks when it wasn't in the job description, carefully avoiding getting any of it on her fingers.

They left the satisfied wolf in his cell and flipped the sign on his door to inform other staff that he was done. From "needs attention" to "currently satisfied".

"He's impressive and all," the otter said once they were outside the sound-insulated cell. "But I really don't know how he'd be any real danger. He seems totally harmless."

"Oh, you don't, do you?" the red panda replied. "As if I couldn't smell how horny he got you."

"I mean... yes," the otter countered with a blush creeping on her face. "But I'd never actually do anything, and neither would anyone who isn't already some kind of horny bimbo."

"That's how they get you, dork," 27 shot back. "Let's take a little break. Sit down. Let me show you something.

She had plenty of video material to illustrate. Practically every breeder in the facility had managed to succeed in what they wanted to do, no matter how unappealing or harmless they appeared. 27 brought out a tablet - safely permanently disconnected from the internet, of course, even if they could get a signal out here in the cold nowhere - and opened a video from a folder labelled simply "containment breaches".

The otter blushed fiercely the moment it popped up; there someone was - a fox, it seemed - moaning at the top of her lungs while that "harmless" wolf was merrily pounding into her. They couldn't see all the details, grainy as the security cam feed was - but she was on all fours in that very same cell they'd just been in, begging for the wolf's "amazing cock" while he frenziedly gave her every inch of it. A few moments later, they both stiffened in mutual release, and breathlessly, the otter watched as the unnamed fox's expression melted into absolute empty-minded bliss, squirming and begging for more like a bitch in heat. The video cut out.

"That's the one. We're lucky he was satisfied enough with just taking her over and over rather than breaking out or we'd probably all be like her, now. But that's pure dumb luck. They're all dangerous, get it? If you let them get too close to you, you'll end up as a drooling cocksocket," 27 scolded her co-worker.

"Y-yeah, I get what you mean," the otter replied. She closed her eyes, trying to banish that downright haunting expression of the fox's brains seemingly just shutting down in favour of more sex. How would that even feel? Like getting a lobotomy, she imagined.

"Right. Just remember that in the future, you'll be working alone soon enough," the panda continued. "Okay, next subject. This one's touchy. He also likes having his cock sucked. Which one do you want to do?"

"Um- well, uh... won't that happen to us if he cums in... our mouths?" the otter stuttered.

"Nope. Seems that route neutralizes the cum before it can affect us," 27 explained. "We've still not figured out exactly how it works, but there's no risk to oral," she said, pausing to clear her throat. "...as far as we know. I mean, I've done it a few times."

"I'll... go for getting touched, I think," 42 squeaked, and before she had any time to reconsider her choice, 27 was already unlocking the door.

"Oh, he likes being called 'daddy', by the way. So do that," the panda cautioned her before stepping inside.

This cell was humid and warm, and in the middle of it, in a pool of water, a naked crocodile was lounging. He had, appropriately enough, what they usually called a "dad" look to him; a little chubby but plenty muscular, still, and he greeted the two women with a wide, lusty grin - though one a fair bit warmer than the arrogant wolf from earlier.

"Hello, daddy," the panda chirped, seamlessly slipping into the act. She knelt in the water next to the breeder, and the otter followed suit.

"Ooh. I get two of you girls today?" he smiled, slowly, sitting upright. His thick, swollen shaft was peeking out over the water's surface, and 42 found herself wondering the breeders were just always hard and ready. She hadn't seen the wolf go soft, come to think of it.

"Yep," the otter squeaked. She was already wriggling out of her uniform, figuring that it was probably necessary in order to be touched. The crocodile stared, shamelessly lecherous, as her young breasts bounced out and then with even more interest when her pussy was bared.

"Oh, you're in for a treat, baby," he smiled. "Scoot a little closer, will you?"

The otter shot the panda a quick glance, as if asking if she was supposed to do that, and the panda nodded affirmatively. The crocodile splayed his rough, meaty hand over her clenching and warm sex.

"Mmh. Someone feels a bit pent up," he rumbled. "Like maybe you might want to ride daddy's cock? Be a good mommy for me?"

"I don't- nooo," the otter squealed when those fingers kneaded circles around her clit, quickly getting her worked up enough for her juices to mingle with the warm pool-water. "Maybe n-next time!"

"Aw, that's too bad. I guess your friend will just have to blow me instead. Isn't that right, panda?" he drawled.

"Yes, daddy," 27 chirped with practiced ease, licking her lips demonstratively. The crocodile was helpful enough to elevate his hips above the water's surface. That had always struck the panda as odd; he displayed what seemed like genuine concern and wanted to pleasure others, but at the same time, mating with him would have the exact same results as any of the other breeders. It was a kind of mental disconnect. Either that, or he genuinely believed that everyone would be much better off as his eager cocksleeves, but if so, he never pressed the issue.

27 nuzzled at his heavy balls, the size of ripe plums, and then slowly kissed her way up his shaft, showering it with little kisses. Was it a beautiful manhood? Definitely. Did she actually love it that much? Not quite - but pretending to was still exciting in its own way. Soon, her lips pursed against the glans, teasing the crocodile daddy's dribbling cumslit. That elicited a throaty grunt from him, and his free hand cupped the back of 27's head, drawing her in closer, firmly but slowly sliding his cock into her mouth until the whole swollen crown popped through the tight seal of her lips.

At the same time, 42 was writhing, her tail splashing as it thwacked the water each time the crocodile's meaty fingers twisted or curled inside her. He seemed to know exactly what to do, and although he was rough by nature, he never caused any _pain,_stretching the young otter just to her limits in ways that made her legs kick weakly as she squirmed.

"Attagirl, just relax and let daddy make you feel good," the crocodile rumbled, slowly sinking that first finger in knuckle-deep into her heated wetness before prodding at her lips with another. With a breathy gasp, 42 spread her legs wider to allow him better, unfettered access to her pussy. She felt that other finger push into her as well, effortlessly, only then realizing just how wet she must've been. Had he asked if she wanted that ride then, she thought, she'd have struggled to say no. Thankfully, he didn't. He was classified as low risk for that reason; out of all the breeders, he was the one who seemed the most conscientious. Where some of the others would _constantly_be trying to seduce the staff, he was entirely happy to just ask once and then enjoy a mouth instead, as long as he got to return the pleasure somehow.

And gods, was he good at it.

The otter watched as her friend's head bobbed down on that obscenely swollen cock, the whole length of it slick with her saliva. Her eyes were half-lidded, glancing up at the older male now and then, and her hand was gently massaging those full, masculine orbs that'd soon be spurting their contents into her mouth.

"God, you two looks so sexy like this. Mrh. How about you cream all over my fingers, otter?" he grunted, now leisurely bucking up into the panda's mouth, evidently nearing an orgasm himself.

"Yeah, daddy, make me cum, please" the otter squealed, blushing fiercely at just how naturally it came to her. She'd never really thought of it as a sexy thing before, but she felt so incredibly naughty, and the wet squelching of the crocodile's fingers pistoning into her - combined with the gulping and moaning of her co-worker suckling on his cock - just left her feeling tingly all over. Tingly and really, really damn close to cumming her brains out.

"That's it. Squirt for me," he grunted, and at the same time, dug his fingers into 27's neck to pull her deeper. "And you just keep sucking and you'll get daddy's cum in... nnf, just a few seconds..."

27 moaned encouragingly around his shaft, sucking on the crocodile firmly, her soft lips sliding up and down around firm cockflesh. Despite of the reality and danger of the situation, she still found herself wanting to receive his cum, to taste every warm and sticky rope of it. It made her feel like a good girl, but at the same time, she had to fight to remind herself of what was _actually_happening. It was as if the breeders' desires somehow manifested in her mind as well. Maybe that was what'd happen if one of them came inside her; she'd get permanently stuck in that state, consumed by their perverted desires. So, if this was the one to do it, she'd be his babygirl cocksleeve. Maybe.

There was no time to ponder on the implications any longer. She felt the crocodile's grip on her head tighten, and he thrust into her mouth sharply, letting his cock swell, and then pulse. Suddenly, her mouth was full of thick, gooey warmth, and she swallowed as fast as she could, shuddering, forcing herself to not think about it. There was so much of it, great mouthfuls of hot cum - enough that she had no hope of swallowing all of it. Plenty of it spilled from the corners of her no matter how feverishly her throat worked to get it all down. She heard the otter climax next to her with a long, needy cry of pleasure, probably soaking the crocodile's hand with a gush of her juices following each spasm.

"Well, mh, always a pleasure with you babygirls," the "daddy" rumbled, leaning back again when the panda finished swallowing what she could, managing to almost choke on the last few ropes, drooling cum all over her breasts. He chuckled yawned widely. "One of these days you'll both have to take turns riding my cock. Learn to be really good girls... I bet then you'd manage to swallow every drop."

Vaguely and noncommittally, the panda and otter both nodded. It'd never happen, but it was a pleasant little fantasy for the next time they had their communal masturbation. Though being a careless little girl just getting fucked by daddy all day would be- no! 42 shook her head, slowly clearing away the fog. If she was going to fantasize about it, it had to be far away from the actual crocodile himself.

The next subject would require some special attention. That was who she'd taken the supplements for earlier, to kickstart her breasts producing milk. Every few days, they pulled straws for whose turn it was to do it. Some of the staff were excluded, simply finding it too intimate. The others, like 27, didn't mind it as much, though it was a bother. The pills had the side effect of making their breasts extremely sensitive, and though the effect was relatively short-lived, it still basically ruled out sleeping on their bellies. And sometimes, they'd leak all over their uniforms, but that was for the C-class staff to take care of; the janitors and caretakers, who never had to interact with the actual subjects.

Once they'd left the crocodile's cell, 27 gave her breasts a squeeze, first one and then the others. While they felt a little sore, she couldn't sense any wetness of relief from that quick kneading, which meant she'd need a little help with in actually producing. Luckily, she had her co-worker for that, and after two satisfied breeders, it was time for a break regardless.

They sat down. The otter still looked a little flustered after getting fingered to such a loud and enthusiastic climax, her posture indicating that she felt more than a little self-conscious about it. A few moments were spent in awkward silence, at least on her part. The red panda was happily sipping away on a cup of highly processed coffee, so far removed from nature that she wasn't sure any part of it actually came from beans. It certainly contained the perfect amount of caffeine to keep her working, though.

"...should I really have cum? I mean, I came for real," she finally squeaked.

Oh, that's what it's about.

"Well, you could've faked it if that's what you mean. Proved that you have the willpower to resist?" the panda suggested, followed by another leisurely sip.

"Yeah. Isn't that what I should do? Instead of letting it happen? I mean, what if I end up just letting it happen when they want to fuck me, next time?" the otter explained, articulating her doubts about it all.

"Well, yes and no. Cumming on his fingers gives you some clarity, doesn't it? It's not like you won't get horny even if you fake the climax... but that just means you'll be more receptive later, because you still have to engage with the others, except you'll already be horny," the panda replied, and the otter listened intently. "So you'd be more likely to actually give in. Better to just cum with each of them."

"How about conditioning, though? Like, if I start associating them with pleasure?" she prodded.

"If you think it's getting to that point, you could always resign. Or become C-class if you're prefer," the panda smirked. Resigning was always an option, after all - though it came with a strict NDA under threat of memory wipe if any knowledge of the facility was leaked. Not that anyone would take crazy-sounding rumours of "breeders" seriously anyway. They were like something straight out of a deranged erotic story.

The thought of cleaning the uniforms when she knew exactly how messy they could get with all the tasks they had to do made 42 shudder. She'd take her chances with the breeders over that horror show. At least, it being a mess she made her herself made it a lot less gross than some slimy mystery.

"Right, so... let's see if we're ready for the next one," 27 smiled. She reached to squeeze her breasts again. The sight was rather enjoyable, even though 42 did prefer males. There was just something pleasant about watching a pair of breasts get kneaded like stress balls.

"Hey, 42. Come over here," she called out, already stripping her uniform back off, at least to the waist, heavy breasts spilling out once again. Already, her nipples were darkening, that pressured ache beginning to build, but usually she needed some manual stimulation to really get the flow going. "Seems I'm still running dry."

"Ooh, right. I forgot all about that. Good thing you didn't," the otter chirped. This wasn't the first time she'd done this, and while she still felt a little strange helping another woman, well, produce - it was a guilty pleasure. And good practice for when it'd eventually be her turn to take care of their next breeder. Only long-time employees were allowed to handle that one.

She scooted closer to the red panda on the breakroom sofa and promptly began to knead at 27's chest. Her fingers tweaked her stiffening nipples, palms all over the plentiful soft mounds, and then, she gently wrapped her lips over one teat, suckling on it to get her ready. There was definitely a thrill to it, something inherently intimate and lusty even between two women.

She rubbed the other woman's breasts with just a little too much youthful eagerness. Between that and the pills, it didn't take long before the panda's milk began to flow. It was sweet, warm, and plentiful - but of course, it wasn't meant for the otter. With some hesitation, she pulled off with a wet pop after getting the first mouthful, which she then swallowed with a sheepish smile.

"Seems like you're ready now," she blushed. "How does that feel anyway?"

"Maternal as heck," 27 said. "And swollen, and a bit tingly, and when you actually get the pressure relieved it's amazing."

The otter could only take her at her word. The last of the subjects was, by most accounts, the most dangerous they'd meet today. Physically he wasn't a big danger, but he was very persistent and good at pushing all of a woman's buttons to tease her into letting him mount her, at least if that woman had any kind of breeding fantasies.

They made their way to that final cell of the day, and 27 didn't bother putting her uniform back on, leaving her generously endowed chest to jiggle freely with each step. It'd just get soiled with milk anyway. It was a luxurious one, though so were all of them in one sense of the word another. This one was lined with pillows, and in the middle of them all slept a slender little catboy, snoring away happily. He was totally naked, and his erect shaft was resting against those soft, silky pillows and blankets too, a small puddle of precum forming near the tip. He looked entirely harmless, sleeping peacefully, his black and white skunk-striped chest rising and falling slowly.

And yet, that shaft of his, with little blunt "barbs", could do exactly what the other breeders could. It was important to never forget that little fact, as much as 42's instincts were screaming at her to just cuddle the snuggly little cat.

"Wakey wakey," 27 exclaimed. "It's time for your milky meal!"

The cat leisurely opened his eyes and stretched out on the blankets, before getting up. The otter couldn't quite tell if he was deliberately making his cock bounce and throb like that, but it was difficult to take her eyes off it. He was much bigger than a small cat like him had any right to be, but the hard, angry and very masculine stiffness provided for a delightful contrast between his otherwise petite and soft-looking form.

He started purring immediately, licking his lips as he gazed at 27's swollen breasts. "Well hello!" he rumbled. "Can I just latch on like usual?"

"Yeah. It's your moment, after all," the panda replied with the warmest maternal smile she could muster, laying down on the pillows and patting her belly. The cat took the invitation and draped himself over her, though the otter immediately noticed that they kept changing their position slightly. The catboy was trying to adjust it so that his cock was pressing against her crotch, whereas her mentor tried to get her thigh between his dangerous shaft and her own, thankfully covered, sex.

"Did you ever decide if you liked this or not?" the cat mewled, his raspy tongue slipping over the panda's breast to scoop up the milk that'd already leaked out. That seemed to feel amazing going by how the panda arched her back with a throaty gasp.

"It's nice," 27 replied, cradling the catboy against her.

"It'd be so easy to make you like this naturally," he purred, nuzzling between those warm mounds now. His claw-tipped hands were suddenly at the panda's groin, tugging her uniform a little lower. "If you like having someone nurse on you... you'd definitely like being pregnant too. Then you wouldn't need those pills."

"Mhm," 27 groaned. The cat was a difficult one to satisfy. He wanted to nurse while grinding, ideally just against her vulnerable pussy, which had a naturally high risk of it slipping inside her. The fact that his lips felt so amazing suckling on her didn't help, either. "But you know I can't let you."

"You could," he purred, pulling the uniform down until her pussy was fully bared. 42 had to suppress a gasp as she saw just how wet her mentor was. So this really was_working on her, that much was undeniable. The otter bit her lip. What would she actually do if the panda _did succumb to his advances? Sound the alarm, surely... if she didn't, she'd be next. At the same time though, she had the nagging and seductive urge to just watch it happen. "It'd be easy too. The most natural thing. Just let me inside you while I have my drink. You don't have to think about it at all..."

"Nnf. No. Just enjoy your milk, please," the panda huffed.

His tongue stole another eager lap over her milky teat. "What if you just let me be inside you for a bit? I won't even thrust," he continued.

"We both know you can't, so- mmh," the panda groaned, knowing fully well that he'd still end up cumming inside her even if they didn't move, but then melting as the cat's lips wrapped around her nipple and began to gently suckle on it, while squirming against until he was right between her legs, that thick shaft grinding against her naked labia. The combined friction and blissful relief of the aching pressure in her breasts was a potent cocktail of pleasures, and even the more experienced staff found it hard to resist letting it to lead to something more.

Just like all the other breeders, though, the catboy probably wouldn't actually penetrate her unless she said yes if his other desires were properly satisfied. It was part of their agreement, after all. Luxurious treatment for as long as they lived, which for a cat was supremely important - maybe more so than actually getting to breed. Not that it stopped him from trying; his glans prodded just at 27's entrance, his shaft sawed across her slit and smushed against her clit, and each time it did, those little nubby barbs dug made the panda squirm, and once again the otter wondered if she was going to give in.

The panda spread her legs a little wider with a needy gasp as the cat switched to her other breast, and her hips twitched as if trying to impale herself on the cat's manhood, with her juices smearing over his length. She mumbled something incoherent, and his hips moved a little faster, wet sounds filling the room, perilously close to actually sliding into the panda's body. Then he suddenly stiffened, and a long silvery rope of cum erupted from his cock, splattering harmlessly over the floor, followed by another even stronger one that stirred 42 out of her lustful reverie when it hit her legs. The cat purred with pleasure, gulping down the panda's milk in big mouthfuls as he rode out his orgasm, his shaft harmlessly throbbing against 27 rather than inside her - and finally, he slumped down on top of her, spent and seemingly very satisfied.

"Mmh. Maybe next time..." he murmured. "Or maybe it'll be your turn?" he added, glancing at the otter.

"...maybe," she replied, acutely aware of just how sodden she felt under her uniform. Down her legs, even. Thankfully there were no more subjects for them to attend to today; she felt like her pussy was burning up with desire and could distinctly feel her self-control fraying at the edges. Even that one they'd started their day with - the big, cocky wolf with the big, sexy cock suddenly seemed attractive, somehow.

27 was still panting as she wiped herself clean with a couple of tissues, before gently placing the well-fed cat back down onto his many pillows, even giving him a quick scratch behind the ear before the two women left him in his cell, locking the door behind them.

"...so that's what an 8 on the danger scale looks like? What's a 10?" 42 immediately squeaked once the door was safely sealed.

"You... mh. You don't want to know. Those guys need specialists and months of intensive training... god, I'm absolutely soaked, aren't I?" the panda sighed.

"Looks like it, but I mean..." the otter squirmed uncomfortably. "...I am too."

"Well, good thing you didn't choose become C-class, I guess," 27 smirked.

It was, at the very least, a good reason to look forward to tomorrow's "circlejerk". And that was how the days went at the Containment Facility; breeders kept sated on a daily basis, with each staff member knowing fully well the consequences there'd be for failure. At the very least, it'd be their mind melted into that of a moaning slut. In a worst-case scenario - a facility-wide breach - it'd be all_of them, forcing the military arm of the organization to pacify the breeders and rotate the entirety of the staff, while _also dealing with possible breeder offspring from any of them.

Little did they know, ending the day rather pleased and satisfied, that they were headed for catastrophe.