Super Trooper



       The sun filtered through the canopy of Super Animal World, casting dappled light across the rebuilt laboratory, now a hybrid of sterile science and cozy domesticity. Genesis and Dogna had transformed the once-war-torn space into a home, complete with a small nursery tucked in the corner, where a crib held their greatest creation: Curie, their newborn daughter. The past five years had been a whirlwind of love, chaos, and unexpected miracles, and Genesis still couldn’t quite believe how it all unfolded. 
       Pregnancy in the world of super animals wasn’t exactly conventional. Dogna, ever the scientist, had approached it like one of her experiments, meticulously documenting every stage with a mix of fascination and inspiration. The potion that had sparked their unconventional conception –those red mushrooms with blue dots– had worked a little too well. Dogna’s improved formula not only brought them closer but also defied the odds of their engineered biology, resulting in Curie.
       Genesis had joked that their daughter was one part love, one part science, and three parts sheer stubbornness. It was turning out to be a show to see the warmonger Genesis go from cold blooded soldier to heartwarming parent.
       Their wedding had been a spectacle too. Held in the heart of HQ, this was the first ever wedding probably in all Super Animal history; taking notes on every human wedding custom and adapting it to their own.
       Genesis, in a sleek combat-inspired suit, had nearly tripped over her own tail when she saw Dogna in a flowing dress that shimmered like the bioluminescent mushrooms they’d once hunted.
       The ceremony was officiated by a gruff Super Skullcat who owed Genesis a favour, and the reception featured a cake shaped like Dogna’s Dartfly Gun, much to the amusement of the guests.
       
       But danger still lingered around in Super Animal world…
       
       The rebels, still licking their wounds from Genesis’s rampage years ago, stayed far away, leaving the day blissfully uninterrupted. Curie, now three months old, was a bundle of golden fur and boundless energy, with eyes that sparkled like Dogna’s and a stubborn streak that screamed Genesis. Her tiny paws already gripped anything within reach, and she had a habit of yipping at the micro-drones that buzzed around the lab, as if challenging them to a duel.
       One day, the lab hummed with quiet activity as Dogna adjusted a microscope, her tail wagging absentmindedly. Genesis, cradling Curie, leaned against a workbench, watching her wife with a soft smile.
       —You know, the unit has been noisy about when I will be going back to deployment. —Genesis said with a small chuckle leaking through—. Never expected to be missed this much.
       —I’m not surprised; you are their best asset. —Dogna put a flask down—. I’m more shocked you haven’t gone back yourself. You know you can leave Curie to me.
       Genesis just burst into laughter.
       Unfortunately, it was cut short by a sharp beep from the lab’s security console. Genesis’s ears perked up, her instincts kicking in. The screen flickered, displaying a grainy feed from a perimeter drone. A group of figures moved through the forest, their movements too coordinated to be random scavengers. Rebels.
       Genesis’s grip on Curie tightened, her heart racing.
       —They’re back. —She growled, her voice low to avoid waking the baby—.
       Dogna’s face paled, but her scientist’s resolve hardened.
       —They must know about Curie. —Dogna said, already pulling up data on the console—. I’ve been monitoring rebel chatter. They’ve been digging into my stolen research. They must have found the notes I took over my potion. If they figure out Curie’s a product of it…
       —A product of it? —Genesis sounded confused, her voice cold—.
       —Don’t worry about that, first we must keep everyone safe.
       The rebels had long coveted Dogna’s work, believing it could churn out super soldiers to tip the war in their favour.
       And with the recipe at their disposal, all they needed was to make sure SAW couldn’t breed their own first.
       That made their target clear, it was Curie, born from the mushroom’s magic, was their worst fear: a living symbol of what Dogna’s science could achieve.
       Genesis handed Curie to Dogna, who nestled her in a sling against her chest.
       —Stay here. —Genesis said, grabbing her gun from its rack—. Lock the lab. I’ll handle this.
       —Genesis, wait! —Dogna’s protest was cut off by a kiss, fierce and fleeting—. I’ll be back, pup. Promise.
       The forest was eerily quiet as Genesis slipped through the trees, her senses honed from years of battle. The rebels had grown bolder since their last defeat, their numbers bolstered by defectors and new recruits. Intelligence was aware that whatever they stole back then would eventually become a torn, but Genesis hadn’t expected them to strike so soon –or so close to home.
       She crouched behind a gnarled root, spotting the rebel squad: a mix of Super Fennecs and Skullcats, armed with scavenged weapons.
       Their leader, a wiry Fennec with a scarred ear, barked orders, gesturing toward the lab’s coordinates.
       —They want the pup dead. —The Fennec snarled—. I want that kill confirmed.
       Genesis’s blood ran cold. Her daughter, barely old enough to giggle, was a target.
       Rage surged through her, but she forced herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not with her family on the line.
       Back in the lab, Dogna worked frantically, activating the lab’s defences –automated turrets and a reinforced lockdown protocols product of the previous incursion. She whispered to Curie, who cooed softly, oblivious to the danger.
       —You’ll be the one to put an end to this. —Dogna murmured, her voice steady, she was in absolute calm—.
       But the rebels were relentless, and their numbers were overwhelming. If they breached the lab, Curie would be in their crosshairs. Outside, Genesis moved like a shadow, picking off rebels one by one. Her shots found their marks with lethal precision, but the squad was larger than she’d anticipated.
       A Skullcat spotted her, raising the alarm, and soon she was dodging a hail of bullets. She rolled behind a boulder, her mind racing. She couldn’t take them all alone, but she couldn’t let them reach the lab either.
       Then, a familiar chirp broke through the chaos –a SAW micro-drone, buzzing overhead. Genesis’s heart leapt.
       Reinforcements? She activated her comms, praying for a response.
       —HQ, this is Genesis. Rebels at my position, targeting the lab. I need backup, now!
       Static crackled, then a voice: “Team 15, en route. Hold them off, Genesis.”
       She gritted her teeth, reloading her gun.
       —No pressure, then.
       The rebels pressed closer, their leader barking orders to fan out. Genesis took a deep breath, channelling her fear into focus. She thought of Dogna’s teasing smile, Curie’s tiny paws, the life they’d built together. No rebel would take that from her. She sprang from cover, firing darts that caught two Fennecs off guard. 
       The others returned fire, but Genesis was already moving, her agility saving her once again.
       Back at the lab, Dogna monitored the battle via drone feeds, analysing the enemy’s attack patterns as she watched Genesis fight, trying to notice any subtle differences. Curie stirred in her sling, letting out a small yip. Dogna shushed her gently, her eyes never leaving the screen.
       —As unorganized as ever… —She whispered—. Why do they even bother?
       The tide turned even more when SAW reinforcements arrived, a squadron of mixed Super Animals led by a grizzled Labrador. They flanked the rebels, cutting off their advance. Genesis seized the moment, targeting the Fennec leader.
       A well-placed shot sent him sprawling, clutching his chest. The remaining rebels, disoriented, began to retreat, but not before Genesis grabbed the leader’s comms device.
       —Call it off. —She snarled—. Or you’re done.
       The Fennec, gasping, complied, signalling the retreat. The forest fell silent, save for the hum of drones and the distant rustle of fleeing rebels. Genesis sagged against a tree, exhaustion and relief washing over her. The lab was safe. Her family was safe.
       Back inside, Dogna was seen taking notes while little Curie tried to snatch a test tube from the table. Genesis giggled as she grabbed the little one –capturing Dogna’s attention in the process.
       They embraced, Curie nestled between them, cooing happily.
       —See? Told you we were safe. —Dogna proudly claimed—.
       Genesis grinned, kissing Dogna’s forehead.
       —Yeah… I think I’m staying behind anyway.. —Genesis signed, taking the glass tube from Curie’s paws—. Just to be safe.
       Later, as they sat in the nursery, Curie asleep in her crib, Dogna leaned against Genesis.
       —They’ll come back. —She said quietly—. You should’ve taken them all down.
       Genesis nodded, her jaw tight.
       —My objective was to send a message.
       —Let’s hope they get it.
       Curie stirred, her tiny paw twitching as if dreaming of battles yet to come. Genesis and Dogna exchanged a look, their resolve unspoken but unbreakable. 
       They were a family, forged in love and war, and no rebel would tear them apart. For now, they had peace –and a new breed of Super Animal to raise, one who might just change the world.
       But now that things had quiet down, something else boiled inside Genesis’ mind.
       —Dogna. —Genesis said, her voice low but sharp, cutting through the hum of machinery—. What did you mean when you called Curie a product?
       Dogna’s paw froze mid-motion, the scanner’s screen flickering as she turned to face Genesis. Her eyes, usually warm, were guarded, a scientist’s mask slipping into place.
       —Yes, a product of our love. —She said, setting the scanner down on the table—. What did you think I meant, pup?
       —Don’t pup me. —Genesis snapped, standing, her tail flicking with agitation—. You said the rebels think Curie’s a product of your potion. That they’re after her because of it. What aren’t you telling me?
       Dogna sighed, her ears drooping slightly, but her posture remained composed. She stepped away from the workbench, crossing her arms.
       —You’re reading too much into it, Genesis. The rebels stole my research, and they’re jumping to conclusions. The only goal of that drug was so we could–
       —Stop dodging. —Genesis interrupted, her voice rising. She glanced at Curie, lowering her tone to avoid waking her—. You’re the one who made the connection first. You knew what you were doing. Is Curie part of some experiment?
       Dogna’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, the lab was silent save for the soft beeping of a monitor. She took a deep breath, her scientist’s resolve wavering under Genesis’s piercing gaze.
       —It’s not that simple. —She began, her voice measured—. The potion was experimental, yes, but it was also about us. About giving you something… extraordinary. I didn’t expect Curie, not exactly, but I knew the potion could alter our biology in ways that might–
       —Might what? —Genesis cut in, her paws clenching into fists—. Might make a kid? A kid you could study? Dogna, she’s our daughter, not a lab rat!
       Dogna flinched, but her expression hardened, a rare edge of cold pragmatism surfacing.
       —Genesis, you know what’s at stake. SAW is barely holding the line while the rebel numbers refuse to go down. My research –our research– could change everything. The drug wasn’t just about us having a moment. It was about creating something that could tip the scales. A super animal with abilities beyond what we’ve engineered before. Curie… she could be the key to ending this war. —Dogna made a pause—. Until now, all of us have come from tubes and machines; with only some surviving the rounds. But what if we could grab all of these survivors and pass their prowess to the next generation? With my genius and your fighting skills… Curie could be the first Uber Animal!
       Genesis stared, her heart pounding, a mix of betrayal and disbelief swirling in her chest.
       —You used me. —She said, her voice breaking—. You used us to breed a soldier? Dogna, I thought this was about love, about building a family, not… not some SAW project!
       —Twelve months ago, you didn’t even know we could breed! Let alone change our sex. —Dogna shot back, her composure cracking—. I love you, Genesis. But I’m a scientist, and I see the bigger picture. If we don’t innovate, the rebels will overrun us. They’ll destroy everything we’ve built, including this family. I may have planned for Curie to be a soldier, and her existence proves it is possible. But if my theory is correct and she has our combined traits, we could create an army to protect our home. Isn’t that worth it?
       —Worth it? —Genesis’ voice trembled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears—. She’s not a blueprint, Dogna. She’s our pup. She’s got your eyes and my stubbornness, and you’re talking about cloning her like she’s some… some weapon to mass-produce!
       Dogna stepped closer, her voice softening but still firm.
       —Aren’t we all? Just think about it. Curie, her genetic makeup– it’s unique. The drug’s effects, combined with our DNA, created something extraordinary. If we could understand it, harness it. It would bring and end to this war once and for all.
       Genesis turned away, her paws gripping the edge of the workbench, her tail lashing.
       —You know, Genesis. —Dogna continued—. Out of anyone, I thought you would understand.
       —Understand? —Genesis whirled around, her eyes blazing—. You hid this from me! You let me think Curie was just… ours. Not some grand plan to win the war.
       —I’m sorry. —She whispered, stepping closer, her paw reaching for Genesis’—. But I had to do it. You may not like it, but I too have a duty.
       Genesis pulled her paw away, her emotions a tangled mess of anger and longing.
       —She’s just a cub… For fuck’s sake, she’s our daughter!
       Dogna’s eyes glistened, but she held her ground, her voice steady despite the emotion.
       —And she will remain that way. All SAW wants is her DNA–nothing more, nothing less. In return, we keep our family and grow it as much as we want. Think about it… a huge family of our own, free of conflict.
       Silence settled between them, thick and heavy.
       —…Four.
       —F-four?
       —I want four pups. Minimum.
       Dogna’s cheeks flushed, caught completely off guard by the demand.
       —S-sure… If you let me do this, I’ll give you three more pups as a reward.
       —No. I want them now.
       —N-now..?
       Dogna blinked, confused. But the thought of children stirred something in Genesis, melting her resentment into sudden desire. The shift hit Dogna like a spark, excitement surging through the confusion.
       Not wanting Genesis to change her mind, she hurried to search for the rest of the batch she had brewed the first time –all while preparing herself for a long night.
       
       ***
       
       Genesis wouldn’t just breed Dogna again. She would take her time and have her fun.
       It was the right thing to do, after the unfortunate discussion.
       At least she gave Genesis the time to reach the bed.
       —Pup, I… —Dogna tried to reason with her—.
       —Not a single word from you. —Genesis replied with a commanding voice, crawling on top of her—.
       But silence would be the last thing to materialize that night.
       Genesis straddles Dogna’s hips, her highs pressing against the scientist’s softer ones. She leans down, burying her muzzle in Dogna’s neck and inhaling deeply, taking in Dogna’s scent. Her canine teeth graze over Dogna’s jugular before she begins to lick and nip at the sensitive fur.
       A low growl rumbles from Genesis’ chest as she grinds her hips against Dogna’s, their sexes rubbing together through their clothing. Her hands roam over Dogna’s body possessively, squeezing and kneading at her breasts before sliding down to grip her waist.
       Dogna arches into Genesis’ touch with a breathy moan, her own hands coming up to tangle in Genesis’ fur. She spreads her legs wider in invitation, silently begging for more contact.
       Genesis takes the hint and reaches between them to unfasten Dogna’s pants. She tugs them down along with Dogna’s panties until they’re bunched around her ankles. The soldier wastes no time shoving two fingers into Dogna’s dripping labia, pumping them in and out roughly.
       Dogna cries out at the sudden penetration, her hips bucking up to meet Genesis’ thrusts. Her inner walls clench around the invading digits as Genesis curls them just right to hit that special spot inside her.
       The scientist’s back arches off the bed as pleasure shoots through her body, making her toes curl and her claws dig into the sheets. Genesis pumps her fingers in and out steadily, rubbing over Dogna’s g-spot with every stroke.
       Dogna can’t help but grind down against Genesis’ hand, seeking more friction. Genesis obliges by adding a third finger, stretching Dogna open even further. She scissors them apart and twists them around before pulling nearly all the way out only to slam back in deep.
       The wet squelch of Dogna’s arousal fills the room along with their panting breaths and Dogna’s needy whines. Drool trickles from the corner of her mouth as she loses herself completely in sensation. 
       Genesis continues finger-fucking Dogna for several minutes before withdrawing her hand. She brings it up to her muzzle and licks Dogna’s juices from her fingers with a pleased rumble.
       Without time to breathe, Genesis continues by shoving Dogna’s shirt up and attacking one of her breasts with teeth and tongue. She bites down on the nipple hard enough to make Dogna yelp before soothing it with a long, slow lick.
       Dogna is panting heavily now, completely lost in sensation. Feeling Genesis’ cock throb between her legs, leaking pre-cum onto her stomach as her partner teases and torments her body.
       Genesis now moves back and starts stripping off her own clothes -first pulling off her tank top to reveal herself, then shoving down her pants along with her underwear. Her cock springs free, already fully erect and dripping with arousal from both the potion and her own excitement.
       Dogna’s eyes widen at the sight of it -so thick and long, with a flared head and heavy balls below.
       Her hands move on their own as she slips her fingers up to her own pussy. She plunges them inside without preamble, groaning at the thought of being filled by Genesis’ cock once more.
       Memories of the first two encounters flood her mind as her body desperately demand for it to be used for what it was made for.
       Dogna finger-fucks herself roughly as she lines up with Genesis’ cock. The dual stimulation has both females panting harshly in anticipation.
       The tip of Genesis’ cock nudging against Dogna’s dripping hole as they both groan at the contact.
       And Genesis strokes herself a few times before moving forward, rocking her hips forward slowly, pushing inch after inch into Dogna’s tight heat until she’s fully seated inside her and her knot is the only separation between them.
       They take a moment to adjust to the feeling before Genesis starts to move. She sets a hard, fast pace right from the start, pounding into Dogna with deep thrusts that make the bed creak beneath them.
       Genesis gave no time before releasing her true feelings to Dogna, making clear her anger was to be heard and listened to.
       Maybe it was her imagination, or perhaps the drug had side effects depending on the user’s mood –but, with Genesis’ cock inside of her, a noticeable bulge appeared on her belly.
       It also made Dogna’s mind succumb to its basic instincts; placing her hands on top of the bulge popping out of her own belly.
       It was exciting and uncanny to feel Genesis’ cock inside and out. Even with fur in the way.
       She almost wanted to grab it, rubbing it up and down, like petting herself.
       Genesis could also feel pleasure from both Dogna’s warm insides and the constant rubbing she was doing to herself.
       —Better get used to it, I want a litter.
       —Anything for my pup.
       —Then I want many.
       —As many as you want.
       Genesis began to thrust once more, Dogna’s body went completely numb at this point, making it so Genesis had to hold her in place, struggling to find support as she also hold her own weight.
       A mix of Dogna’s moans and whines, the appearance and disappearance of the bulge on her tummy, and just the sheer tightness of Dogna against Genesis’ big cock drove both to a new height of pleasure.
       The moans now sounded like growls, Genesis wanted to go on her like the beast she is.
       Still, this was her punishment, Genesis had to be able to keep both a rapid but managed pace if she wanted the opera of sounds to continue.
       Make every thrust count.
       It was so different, yet so familiar to see the scene, as if it was meant to happen that roughness and softness would collide like all opposites do sooner or later.
       Clashing one on another until reaching balance or one overpowers the lesser.
       The cold scientist consumed by the violence of love, or the soldier consumed by the science of lust.
       Somehow, balance was met before pandemonium.
       In due time, Dogna got used to Genesis, and was able to return to some senses, holding Genesis’ arms.
       The sudden change caused Genesis to overreact –making her fall on the bed and taking Dogna with her.
       With this new position it became even easier for Genesis to penetrate her constantly as she now had Dogna lay on top of her –making it so she no longer needed to employ additional strength by holding her in place.
       And as Dogna continued to hold on Genesis’ arms, that in turn became what hold her tight to receive even more aggressive fucking.
       Dogna enjoyed herself more than ever –as Genesis penetrated her ever so faster and faster– driving the little labrador mad with pleasure.
       And as Genesis turned aggressive, her penetrating thrusts reflected it on speed and roughness.
       The scientist begged for more, and the soldier had to remind her of her place. But as both got consumed by the other –Dogna grew attached to her and wanted this to go on forever; while Genesis simply wanted to give into her desires of reaching climax and obtain orgasm.
       This whiplash of emotions caused both to slow down for a moment. Dogna even stopped whimpering to ask why, but Genesis didn’t answer.
       She simply fixed her position, spread Dogna’s legs with hers and continued from where she left off.
       There was no clear goal for this action, it simply made it more comfortable for her –but subconsciously this simply meant Genesis was ready for the end.
       —Cum, pup. Fill me with your babies.
       Genesis kept refusing to answer, instead focusing on her violent fucking as she tried to reach Dogna’s uterus, growling more as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.
       Genesis was close as well, but she was too mad with pleasure she didn’t even notice the signals her body tried to give her.
       Until finally, Genesis was at world’s edge.
       —Fuck! —Genesis yelled as her knot popped in—.
       She let it all out, pushing her cock inside of Dogna’s pussy one last time; every single inch as it knocked on heaven’s door.
       And both came together, Dogna covering Genesis’ cock with her vaginal juices as her wife filled her womb with warm sperm.
       They had reach a new height of pleasure –a mix of both of their fluids leaking from Dogna’s labia, signalling she was as full as she could be from Genesis’ load even as she continued to pump.
       Concluding with both loving dogs cuddling each other to sleep, letting the drug die down with new hopes on both of their minds.
       A bigger family, and new kinds of super troopers to play with.
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