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Infestation: Breeder

By Von Krieger

Alone, in the dark, and deeply in need, a young macaw found herself giving in to more primal desires as the minutes leapt by. She was relenting to her own desires for now, even though she lusted wholeheartedly for the companionship of a male, or two, or seven. Her need seemed amplified by the solitude of her surroundings.

Variance of light is key to describing the room in which the lithe, full-bodied bird now found herself. All around her it seemed as if the whole of her surroundings had been composed of the essence of darkness, pitch black as far as even the keenest of eyes could tell. Yet somehow, despite this darkness, or perhaps because of it, a few small facets of the room seemed to emit a vibrant glow â€" not because they were truly luminescent, but they merely contrasted to the oppressive darkness that surrounded them.

A sole, massive construct of furniture stood alone in the center of the room, draped in all manner of lavish bedroom adornments â€" each a similar shade of deep red, seeming to provoke a subtle hint as to what this room was actually used for. It was a facet the macaw began to anticipate more and more as time wore on. A small trail of white floor led to the room's exit, a fixture the macaw saw no use in ever using.

The whole of the room seemed unnaturally lightless. It was as if the bed and the small trail leading to the exit were suspended in oblivion, bright and stark against the background of bleak nothingness.

As further contradiction to her surroundings the vivacious macaw was brightly-colored as well, highly-saturated blue feathers covering her body highlighted by the stark contrast to the white flesh of her face, punctuated with an ebon-black beak and equally dark eyes. Her shapely body was slender and rotund in all the right places. She lounged lazily on the velvet-draped bed, thin frame and limbs giving way to exquisite, busty mounds topping her chest, and gorgeous hips rounding out her rump.

Between the avian beauty's legs, her soft mound was already glistening in anticipation for what was to come, her lengthy fingers dancing across it lightly, teasing herself in preparation for the coming storm.

The only sullying characteristic to that exotic, alluring form of hers, was the odd, carapace-like coating that covered her hands and feet â€" a creeping mutation that seemed to replace the shining talons she once possessed. She stared at that oddly-colored formation held above her for a few moments, idly shifting her fingers and watching the transformed digits respond. Though alien, she began to see these changes as a step forward â€" enjoying envisioning what she might look like as the transformation progressed over time.

She smiled as she dwelled on that subject. It was sure to happen, her body would alter and become more like her masters' the longer she stayed in their employ. The young macaw had sold herself into their possession, implanted with a bizarre biomechanism that was slowly changing her, mind and body alike. Enthusiastic with the process, the young macaw was left to her own devices in the darkened room to serve as a breeder for her alien masters.

Unsure if it was her own desires, or those of her transformation, the macaw only knew that she craved the seed of males within her. She desired strongly to service and be filled with such luscious reproductive fluids, knowing she did so both to sate her own desires, and to help swell the numbers of her masters' people.

Her fertility far exceeded what would be considered the prime capacity of her race, lust and need paramount in her mind. Those insect-like claws rippled over her glistening snatch, drawing additional moisture from it and saturating the surrounding area. She was beginning to make quite a deep puddle servicing herself, when a rather recognizable sound snapped her back to the situation at hand.

Thrusting herself upwards to gaze at the only link to the outside world, the mid-masturbatory macaw laid witness to her bedmates for her very first breeding session. The first of four healthy, choice partners for the needy female slowly made an entrance, silhouette painted in a dramatic manner against the light flooding in behind them.

He was a slender-yet-muscular wolf, and looked upon her with lust in his eyes, a crimson-red, knotted penis bobbing in front of him, ready to put into her. His grey fur looked much darker than it actually was given the surroundings, painting a rather sinister aura about him.

A loud squawk of excitement was the most intelligible greeting the young macaw could muster, aroused near to the point of climax just from gazing upon the creature soon to fill her. The four were hand-picked from a large breeding stock, chosen for health, virility, and of course variety. Screened and examined through a series of rigorous processes, the best of the best now enter to lay with the newest breeder in the arsenal. And lay they shall.

This first client, one of the very few to make it past the screening process once applied, gripped his red-rocket between his paw-digits, eager to bed with the beautiful parrot girl before him. He greeted her calmly and slowly crept into bed beside her, kissing the young girl's bill sweetly and quickly laying into her needy snatch. She could do little to refuse even if she wanted to, and her soft chirps soon flooded the room, less-than-subtle hints to her enjoyment. This brought several deep chuckles from her canine bedfellow, who began to slowly and methodically plow into her again and again, engorged knot knocking at her meat-curtains ever-so-politely.

His pacing was slow and methodical, and as the young breeder looked into the wolf's eyes, she could tell he still had some reservations, despite his eagerness to bed her. A few soft whispers and a flattening of ears in embarrassment threw the last of his inhibitions aside, the wolf now content to fuck the little breeder bird until he was dry. His first climax didn't come for almost an hour, an agonizing, pleasure-filled hour that caused the two to cuddle closely together in euphoric delight.

As they basked in the afterglow of their passionate embrace, the second client was allowed entrance. In strutted a lithe otter, obvious sexual features painting hir as a hermaphrodite â€" the beauty's female traits almost rivaling the breeder's, and hir male parts easily dwarfing the rest of her compatriots.

Shi eaves softly to the knot-locked couple, and the wolf chuckle softly, turning the pair of them so that the bird's rump lie exposed to the approaching herm, tailfeathers raising to accommodate hir while the wolf snickered below. In the blink of an eye the otter was above her, wrapping around in that slinky fashion only mustelids seem capable of. As her oversized wiener poke at the birdie-butt before her, the young breeder let out a few more squawks of lust, clenching tight around the shaft already deposited within her and drawing a prolonged howl from the first breeder.

Slowly, as the otter gained a hold and penetrated into the fellow feminine figure, hir paws crept up around the macaw and slowly grazed over her breasts, soft otter nuzzles lavished upon the bird's beck and shoulders from behind. Soft tweets echoed up once more, nipples tweaked and anal cavity plunged into thoroughly. Soon a slick little tongue began to lap at the macaw's cheek lovingly, causing her to moan as her anus was stretched far beyond the limits it's normally able to take.

Finally the otter hilted inside, heavy balls pushing against the set that hangs from the macaw's other orifice of intended insertion. The herm giggled profusely at this, jiggling hir balls against the wolf's as they both continued to softly hump into the breeder, who could do little else but simply ride out the pleasurably painful double penetration, snuggling back against the loving otter that held her so affectionately from behind, feeling the soft fur that coated hir, and the smaller breasts that adorned hir chest.

Once the otter was firmly embedded alongside the wolf, shi began to emulate the wolf's slow, lengthy pace. However lacking his stamina, and being locked in a much tighter orifice, shi soon loses herself and loosens a load within the beautiful young breeder.

On the heels of hir orgasm followed in a dark, solemn jaguar â€" his black fur almost making him disappear depending on ones point of view in this room, only his haunting eyes penetrating the darkness. His nether-assets were present and erect as well, a rather long feline shaft capped by tiny, sultry spines.

He padded in soft, under the radar, around the the avian's front, before she was even aware of his presence. As she lay in a soft kiss with the wolf beneath her, her head was suddenly ripped forward â€" spiny length draped across her face and in a split second plunged into the gap of her bill brought about by surprise. She did not object. Roughly, the jaguar pounded the entirety of his length down her throat again and again. He snarled menacingly and clamped her bill shut around his shaft, not letting it open for an instant until the breeder delivered sweet, orgasmic release unto him.

Bringing up the rear was the smallest of a bunch, an albino mouse â€" very small and energetic looking, with an already-dribbling, humanlike shaft, still clad in it's natural attire, a foreskin that looked quite sporting draped around the delectable rodent's shaft.

The young mouse vaulted into the fray, soon setting upon the young breeder with quick, deliberate methods. His first orgasm was spent in under a minute, simply masturbating himself and applying the breeder bird with a fresh coat of warm semen. Soft chuckles accompanied his premature ejaculation, drawing a deep blush from him, but a large wolf paw soon ruffled his headfur to dismiss the embarrassment.

Now that all four of the clients had arrived, they pulled out of the breeder macaw and took a moment's break to discuss positions. Once things had been decided, they turned to glare at her knowingly all at once. Excited and less than elegant, the avian was able to do little more than moan and squawk in need as the clients gazed upon her, heat driving her mad. That same heat flooded the air about her with such delicious pheromones, pushing said clients past their already rock-hard states of arousal. Without much rest from the first encounter they were upon her, throbbing meats rubbing across her rump, against her beak, between her breasts, and anywhere else they felt at home.

She was manhandled to put it gently, and tossed about on the bed by the four horny clients. Now laying on her belly, she soon found that uncut humanoid shaft thrust deep into her needy, pre-saturated folds. She cried out in pained ecstasy as the event took place, energetic rodent giving her a battery of quick thrusts much faster than most would be capable of.

As he mounted her from behind, the sultry otteress worked up the bird's front, giving her soft kisses as she kneeled upon the bed, guiding the cock-hungry avian to hir own colossal shaft. It wasn't long before the hyper-aroused female was awarded a throat full of pulsating, slick otter shaft â€" a fact which caused the hermy otter to shutter hir eyes closed in sexual bliss, plump otternuts crashing against the lower portion of the macaw's bill repeatedly.

Within minutes, the little mouse lost himself in the macaw's depths, giving her yet another taste of sweet, sweet cum. Her own orgasm soon followed, coating the rodent's crotch in avian juices. As soon as his run finished, before he could even exhale in glory, the albino mouse found himself lifted up, eager wolf quickly taking his place. The little mouse soon situated himself in front of the wolf, poking around at and soon inserting himself into the overfertile birdy's rump, while the wolf took up sloppy seconds in the slutty avian's burning pussy. Meanwhile, the last member of the clients rubbed his lengthened, spiny cock in the bird's face, making her gulp around the fat penis already in position in her maw, wanting to fit a second inside.

Those pheromones of intense heat continued to muddle the judgment of the clients and the young macaw alike, both renewing their vigor to mate, and whipping them into a sort of sexual frenzy. Their moans rose into a guttural chorus of ecstasy â€" punctuated by the occasional squawk, squeak, or canine howl.

Soon, the otter's gargantuan member was brought to climax by the crafting workings of the avian's bill, musky herm spooge flooding into the macaw's throat. Not long after, the wolf behind her managed to push his fist-sized knot into the blue-feathered beauty, his own orgasm following along shortly.

It seemed time for them to change places now, each having born loads in or on the breeding bird several times. She was turned on her back now, the hermy otter moving behind her to fill that slick snatch, her rump given a break as the mouse hopped atop her and began to hump the cleft between her breasts, smiling and squeezing the bulbous mounds together, drawing a squawk of pleasure from the helpless macaw, before her bill was filled with the lengthened meat of the dark and solemn jaguar. Within minutes, the rodent's ministrations caused him to squeak and jitter out a small splatter of jism up her chest and across her face, the others taking their time and letting the slutty breeder bird milk them of slower, more thorough climaxes.

The hermy otter took her slow and gently down below, making sure that each queen-sized thrust hits the macaw in that perfect sweet spot, siphoning several orgasms from the beautiful bird before even approaching hir own.

The jaguar, meanwhile, took a much, much rougher approach â€" gagging the macaw on his fearsome length, his barbs scratching at her throat, as they would surely do the walls of her snatch later. As he forcefully and roughly took her, he hurled a wide variety of degradations and insults at the bird, making sure to abuse her both physically and mentally in his attempt to get off.

The three of them finished up in unison after a few minutes time, numerous volleys of seed assaulting the abused and aroused avian from every direction.

From here the four jockeyed for positions back and fourth, each draining release only setting them up to be renewed by the potent cocktail of musk that saturated the air around them, the macaw's mutant heat being the chief ingredient of the mixture, somehow pushing them far beyond the normal limits their bodies would be able to withstand.

Orgasm after orgasm was milked from the virile subjects, each going to help fertilize the macaw breeder, whose eggs would soon develop to boost the ranks of her alien overlords. After hours of this rugged treatment, the macaw was left absolutely spent, her body refusing to respond to their mind's impulses despite the continued desire raging through her.

Panting, the otter herm laid hir loose, spent sac against the avian's face, rubbing that musky pair of mustelid balls against her to tantalize the helpless macaw. Soft moans were the only response shi got, beak cracking open just enough for a long, barbed jaguar length to find its way inside. Slowly but surely, the breeder bird worked her beak around the lengthy cat penis, long agonizing minutes of need at last milking a final orgasm out of the feline.

After each taking several turns in her rump and snatch, the exhausted breeding stock each got one last beakjob from the from the bloated, cumstuffed bird before taking their leave. Characteristic to his apparent style, the mouse didn't last too long at all. The wolf was unable to stuff his entire length into her beak, knot far too swollen to pass. Finally, the otter herm took one last go at the macaw, the only other feminine one in the group, she seemed rather sweet on the breeder bird, giving long, slow thrusts and whispers of encouragement now and then. After shi busted hir nut for the last time, shi sighed in relief and wipes hir member across the avian's face, giving her a soft smooch thereafter.

Watching in silence as the four clients exited the room, leaving her alone, broken and exhausted on the crimson bed, a soft, pitiful 'caw' rising up from her. Her feathers were a mess, coated with four flavors of male juice, and two female. She managed to slowly roll to her back, unleashing a flow of spooge that jumped the levy between her legs. The leftover man jism stained the sheets below her, eliciting a deep exhale from the bird. She was wholly exhausted, mind and body alike, and despite the fact that the fires down below dulled to a slow boil, she knew that come tomorrow, she would be ready to be bred again and again â€" and for the rest of her existence, each day painted by new bedmates, and a never-ending fountain of fresh seed to fertilize her alien depths.

She looked down at her claws again, chitin coated in sticky, drying fluids. It seemed to have progressed up her wrists a little bit today. Just one step closer, one day closer, one belly full of cum closer to serving her purpose.