Astrid assumed her position on the milking floor. Her massive udders were heavy and she needed relief in the worst way. The nipples ached and wept milk - she had bristled during inspection and for her rebellion she had been left in her cubical. Astrid actually had not meant to give offense - however, she had been unusually tender for the last week. She resi...
In a dystopian future, women sell their bodies and their breast milk to help feed a starving populace. Desperation causes many women to sign up for a well paying job involving being impregnated and eventually milked. Anna opened her eyes but could only see blackness. A soft, silky blindfold covered the top half of her face. A ball gag was pressed between he...
(FICTION ONLY) SOLUTION to military brainstorm - create a "Breeding Farm" while solving the reproduction issue that's lingering globally. Make money and ensure new babies are born to only the "rich and famous" (aka...best "genes"..as it's survival of the fittest out there!) in the world's society. This IDEA came from Military and Global Leaders. It was a c...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Mare Mounting Menna flicked her tail. Standing a...
Horse CondomEdited by Thegreat_pretender "So, how long have you two been married?" Keyhole asked as she cut her pancake stack down the middle. "Well, about five years now, hehe, right babe?" Della asked in between shoving pancakes in her mouth. "Yeah, about five years," Willy agreed, taking a bite of her pancakes. "Oh, that's nice! You all seem to get al...
"Now, from today onward you while be refereed to as the 'Farmer' do you understand?" A man in black said handed me a packet of papers. I dumbly nodded along as I was completely lost on what was happening. I just got picked up from my college in Texas as I just finished my doctoral program when two government officials asked me to follow them. Now h...
I followed the woman to another small office. I was directed to the couch and she walked around her desk and sat. She scanned my I.D. bracelet and reviewed her computer. She typed a few things before introducing herself. "Hello Lexi, my name is Miss Laura. I am a therapist here at The Breeding Center. I brought you here to discuss some of the events which ha...
In a future not too far flung, humanity has progressed to a stage where almost all production and provision of society’s needs is automated. With no need to work, all citizens are instead driven to find lifestyles that fulfil their own and each other’s fundamental desires. This is achieved by the medium of an overruling system of artificial intelligences and...
Every girl knew when it was time for a breeding. The familiar buzz of the table would start, humming directly in contact with your clit and the warmth would spread like a wildfire until you were dripping onto the leather. The bench began to whir and instinctively you pressed yourself against the vibrations and start to grind your stiffening button across the...
© Ms. Linnet 14/08/2009 Well, my story starts two years ago it was my forty-ninth birthday and I wanted to do something before I was fifty. I don't know what it was I wanted to do, but for all of my life I had been stuck in this town. I am Arianne. I am 5'1", 118lbs. I have long dark brown hair that I can sit on and brown eyes; my breasts are a firm 36C, o...