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  TABLE OF CONTENTS :

  Note : Each Chapter is a full length short story, some extend for pages on length and some are hot quickies *wink*

  Chapter 0 – A Carnal Midnight

  Chapter 1 – A King of Wolves

  Chapter 2 – Next Stop

  Chapter 3 – A Dragon is Taught a Lesson in Masculinity

  Chapter 4 – Space Changes You

  Chapter Zero : A Carnal Midnight

  Ryan stumbled along the street, every other breath coming out as a confused

  and pained whimper. He couldn't seem to shake this strange feeling that

  pulsed through his lower body in increasingly intense waves.

  That morning everything had been completely normal. He'd left the house at

  eight am like every Tuesday so he wouldn't be late for his first class of

  the day. College was still a relatively new experience for him but he loved

  every part of it. The only regret he had was that he couldn't afford

  on-campus housing and had to live with his Uncle Ray.

  It wasn't so bad, but he'd never had the best relationship with him. He was

  sure that he secretly blamed him for his parent's death and that he had

  to take him in when he was nine.

  Things got even worse after Ryan went through the Transition shortly after

  his twelfth birthday. Ray couldn't have children of his own, and he was

  pretty sure that he hated him for having the ability to conceive - even if

  he'd rather he didn't.

  At least he'd never experienced a cycle. It was rare, and apparently, he

  should have died during the Transition, but Ryan had made it through and

  remained sane throughout puberty even without being impregnated. The

  doctors thought it was a miracle.

  He'd made it to his 18th birthday without any signs of ever entering a

  fertile phase, so it was with a certain sense of detachment that he noted

  the sudden changes in his body now. It felt like coming alive after years

  of living a half-life. He *knew* what was happening to him, felt it in his

  bones. His body had ripened, after all these years of staying barren.

  Ryan kept on stumbling forward, puffing through that new kind of arousal

  coursing through his veins. It settled in the base of his spine, radiating

  out from there, but focusing inward rather than outward like he was used

  to.

  Blood boiling in his veins, he panted as the heat in his gut rose and

  spread like wildfire. Despite the intensity of the feeling, his cock was

  only half-hard. Pleasurable shivers ran through his ass, his hole clenching

  and opening in involuntary movements.

  "Oh god," Ryan gasped, stopping at a street corner to lean against a lamp

  post as he rode out the heated pulses of this hitherto unknown,

  all-encompassing pleasure. "Oh, *god*."

  After a moment, he felt steady enough to go on, getting home the only

  thought on his fevered mind. Had his mind been clearer, Ryan never would

  have taken the shortcut through the Bamboo Garden's back alley.

  Things happened in these tiny streets, unspeakable things.

  But Ryan wasn't thinking right, and so he stumbled into the alley without

  so much as looking around. His ass felt all sorts of strange, pulsing in a

  way it never had before and he could feel slick running out of his hole and

  down his cleft, soaking the back of his jeans. Trying to walk faster,

  desperate to get home, Ryan sobbed a little at the burning ache spreading

  through him that threatened to drive him insane with want.

  He ran into the man, quite literally, bumping into his chest because he

  hadn't been looking where he was going. The man was big, almost a head

  taller than Ryan, and had muscles all over. The genuinely strong kind, not

  bloated gym muscles, Ryan noted absently, even as panicked fear ran through

  his veins.

  "What do we have here?" the man leered, stepping to the side and forcing

  Ryan even deeper into the shadows. He was handsome, in a tough, no-nonsense

  kind of way. "A little breeder, it seems."

  Ryan shook his head, trying to back away. "No, I'm, I'm..."

  "Hm?" The man murmured, his eyes raking up and down Ryan's trembling

  body. "You're what? All alone? Ready to be taken? So wet your pants are

  almost see-through?"

  "Please, don't." Ryan tried to carry on, to tell this stranger that he was

  a virgin, that the only thing he'd ever had up his butt had been a

  thermometer and that no matter what biology dictated, he didn't want to be

  taken in a back alley like a cheap whore.

  But again, his treacherous body betrayed him, releasing another bout of

  pheromone- heavy sex-smell.

  Taking a deep breath, the man chuckled, one hand coming to rest on his

  rapidly growing bulge, while all Ryan could do was stare at him, frozen in

  fear. "Judging by your smell you're more than ripe to be plucked. Been

  awhile since I had me some breeder ass, don't think I could hold back even

  if I wanted to now, sorry."

  Ryan whimpered, his mind rapidly growing more incoherent and translating

  the man's direct words into the only terms it could understand right

  now. *Cock. Semen. Impregnation. Relief.*

  Slipping under the spell of the biological imperative to procreate, Ryan

  didn't even struggle as he was unceremoniously pushed between two

  dumpsters, face first. He shuddered as he felt the stranger crowding him

  from behind, rubbing his erection into his ass, making him feel the hot

  hardness right where he needed it most.

  "That's right," the man grunted, holding Ryan against the rough wall with

  one hand as he shoved down both their pants with the other. "You know you

  want it, boy. Want to get seeded by a real man, huh?"

  Ryan whined from deep in his throat, every instinct screaming at him to

  surrender, even as a tiny, distant part of his mind was horrified by the

  very thought of being fucked by a complete stranger like this. "Please," he

  gasped, not even sure what he was asking for.

  The man snorted, breathing in sharply as he shredded Ryan's soaked cotton

  undies in his haste to get him naked. "Gonna fuck you so good, boy. Gonna

  fill you up with my seed, breed you deep and hard, make you get pregnant

  righthise, huh?"

  Ryan felt his eyes roll back in his head at the heated words, his ass

  spasming out another spurt of slick, prompting the man to growl in

  overwhelmed desire, driving his erection into the breeders sticky cleft,

  frotting against him frantically.

  Moaning in need, Ryan stuck his ass out, the ache inside him so much more

  pronounced now that a suitable sperm donor was close. "Please," Ryan moaned

  again, blindly undulating into that wonderfully hard cock, his hole making

  soft smacking noises as it opened and closed rapidly in anticipation.

  "Ah, fuck," he heard the man exclaim heatedly and a moment later, Ryan

  threw his head back and screamed as the blunt head of the thick hard cock

  breached his wet hole, forcing the puckered muscle open insistently.

  His cry was abruptly cut off as the
stranger clamped a hand over his mouth,

  huffing into his ear, "Feels so good, huh? Can't keep quiet, yeah?"

  Ryan clenched his fingers into the raw uneven brick-wall as he was taken

  ruthlessly, feeling every inch inside his hot, aching chute. The slick was

  easing the way, and despite the lack of preparation, Ryan was primed enough

  by his cycle that the thick cock could push into him in one swift move,

  going deep enough that Ryan could feel the man's coarse pubic hair against

  his ass.

  But it still hurt as his ass was stretched beyond anything it'd ever had to

  accommodate, forcing tortured little sounds from Ryan's throat that were

  muffled by the stranger's strong hand. Grunting as the stranger began to

  move his cock back and forth in hard, jolting strokes, Ryan squeezed his

  watering eyes shut.

  For an indiscernible amount of time, Ryan just hung there and let himself

  be fucked, panting labored breaths into the big hand covering half his

  face.

  The pain was lessening, giving way to a sort of pleasant friction as the

  stranger started to pull out almost completely only to drive back inside in

  strong heaves. It felt good enough that Ryan began to moan softly as his

  body started to welcome the intrusion on more than just a biological level.

  Gathering his strength, he bucked up weakly, trying to help a little, lost

  in the pleasured haze of *deeper* and *harder*.

  His ministrations were wringing pleasured moans from the big man. "Yeah,

  that's it," he groaned, moving in counterpoint to Ryan, using the movements

  to screw Ryan even deeper. "Such a tight little hole. Want me to fill you

  up, huh?

  Ryan howled into the palm over his mouth when the man started a punishing

  rhythm, pumping into him with all the force of his muscled body. He was

  getting close, Ryan could somehow tell and deep inside of him, something

  awoke.

  Grabbing the hand covering his mouth, he pulled it off, forcing words out,

  desperate to be heard. "Come in me," he chanted, over and over again,

  feverish in his overwhelming need. "Come in me, come in me, come in me!"

  As if he'd been waiting for this final sign of surrender, the man let out a

  heart-felt moan and his hips stuttered, his cock throbbing hard as it spit

  out its load into him in long wet spurts.

  Ryan keened as the coveted seed filled him up, the tip of the man's thick

  cock lodged deep inside, pumping that thick, life-giving cum into him. He

  felt his ass clamping down around the spitting cock, spiraling into an

  orgasm that burst through his system like a firecracker. Doubling over,

  Ryan let out a deep groan as something deep inside his gut convulsed and he

  could practically feel the sperm wiggle its way to his womb.

  Shuddering with the last dregs of his peak, Ryan panted through the

  incredible feeling of the hot semen soaking his insides, soothing the

  raging fire of his cycle. It was so much that he could feel some of it

  splurt out and run down his thighs in thick globs, and *still* the man was

  huffing through his last orgasmic pulses.

  Finally, it stopped and the cock in his ass began to soften. Almost

  immediately, Ryan felt his knees go weak and he would have fallen if he

  hadn't been pinned to the wall by the weight of the softly groaning man.

  Holding him at the waist, the man ground his cock into him a few times more

  before he finally pulled out. "Whoohoo," he said triumphantly, patting Ryan

  on the ass affectionately. "That was one hell of a fuck, little

  breeder. Took me like a champ. Ah, fuck, I needed that, been horny as hell

  those last few days."

  But Ryan could barely hear him. His senses were turning inward, to where

  deep inside his body, a new life was being created. A startling warmth

  began to spread through him, different than the heat of his cycle, yet

  similar somehow...

  Ryan shuddered in surprise when the first wave of pain hit. Startled, his

  hands flew to his lower belly as a series of increasingly strong spasms ran

  through it. It felt like internal cramps, he quivered and shook with them

  and Ryan whimpered as he began to slide to the ground.

  "That was fast," he heard the man mumble as if from far away and then he

  was pulled into strong arms and held tight. "Just let it happen, little

  breeder. Them's just impregnation spasms, nothing to worry about."

  Ryan groaned, moving restlessly against the man's strong chest, keening as

  the ache increased. He was startled when the stranger laid one of his big,

  warm hands on his belly, just resting it there. Almost instantly, the pain

  lessened and Ryan looked up into that ruggedly handsome face, his eyes

  going wide as his body reacted to the man that had just seeded him so

  thoroughly.

  "That better now, little breeder?" The man said, sounding almost gentle as

  he began to rub Ryan's flat stomach in soothing circles. "I read about

  that, about how the father can help a Breeder through those first few

  minutes of conception. Can't believe you've taken so quick. Must have been

  one hell of a cycle."

  "My first one," Ryan mumbled, before he could stop himself. His insides

  were still churning and he trembled in pained pleasure.

  The man froze. "Really, now. You're a bit old for that, aren't you?"

  "I'm eighteen." Ryan didn't really know why he even kept talking to the man

  who had, for all intents and purposes, just ruined his life.

  *And saved your sanity*, a tiny voice in his mind whispered, but Ryan chose

  to ignore that. Distracted by the shivery pain lancing through him, he

  closed his eyes. His pants were still hanging by his knees and globs of cum

  were dribbling from his clenching hole and he felt about as helpless as a

  kitten.

  "A late-bloomer then," the man chuckled. "Did you know that those are

  almost double as likely to conceive twins at their first impregnation?"

  Ryan shook his head, the very thought making him nauseous. And then it

  happened. It felt like a small explosion going off inside him. Ryan

  jerked, squeaking as that vague warmth of earlier intensified, reaching a

  sudden crescendo, before it suddenly vanished.

  "Ah," Ryan sighed in relief as the pain faded and a feeling of deep

  contentment spread though him. Totally exhausted, Ryan lay in the arms of

  his captor and knew, he just *knew* on a deep instinctual level, that he

  had just gotten pregnant.

  Ryan moaned in dismay.

  "There, there," the stranger murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Ryan's damp

  forehead. "Such a good boy. I've never seen a Breeder get pregnant

  before. That's pretty hot, I must say, no wonder there's so much porn about

  it. I'm Max, by the way. Probably should remember that, because as I see

  it, we'll spend quite a bit of time together."

  "What?" Ryan mumbled, fighting against that distracting lassitude.

  "You know how it is," the man grinned, patting Ryan's belly. "You went

  outside at the peak of your cycle, not my fault I had to breed you. And

  since you're of ageÉ"

  Ryan felt like the ground had dropped out from under him. "But I can't be

  pregnant now," he protested weakly. "I just started colleg
e. I'm too young

  to be a Dad."

  Max was shaking his head. His hand was still stroking Ryan's belly, a

  possessive gesture that was very telling.

  "You can't make that decision on your own, pretty boy. That bundle of cells

  in there is as much mine as it is yours, and I know my rights."

  Ryan gulped, the bitter sting of tears almost robbing him of the ability to

  speak. "What do you want f-from me?"

  Max gave him a wide smile. "Only your time, little Breeder. Nine months to

  be exact. I'm invoking my Right of Subrogation."

  Ryan gasped. "No, please."

  Even though he never went through a cycle, Ryan had gone to the Breeder

  Centre educational courses for young Breeders, and he'd learned everything

  there was to know. The Right of Subrogation was a rather archaic law that

  forced a pregnant person - as long as they had been of legal age at the

  time of conception - to bring the child to term and hand it over to the

  father, even if they didn't want it.

  Crying in earnest now, Ryan stayed completely passive as Max put him back

  on his feet and pulled up his pants. He only reacted when the man took hold

  of his head and leaned down to plunder his lips, kissing him for all he was

  worth.

  "I'm getting you home now," Max murmured as he pulled back. "I will talk to

  your parents and tell them what happened, and that I will take you in for

  the duration of the pregnancy."

  Ryan sniffled. "But I don't want to move in with you."