The quarantine zone around the school was quiet. The lab guys were secured in said lab, a drab and unassuming trailer parked near the front gate. The fence that surrounded the school towered above Miller, practically double his height and solid as a mountain. The construction crews had worked fast, as they always do - not that they really needed to, of course. The subjects wouldn’t be getting out anytime soon. Not with an ample supply of prey for them to enjoy - plus a few extras. There had been a few individuals, parents mainly - of the girls inside, who tried to protest the new zone. The lone male who was dumb enough to attend the protest was carted off, while the women - the mothers mainly, but a few lucky older sisters too, were bound and thrown inside the school. Miller let his tongue run over his fangs a little as he thought about that - his shorts twitching a little. 

He walked across the front parking lot, his tail swishing back and forth a little as he made his way to a guard truck. He came up alongside the window, leaning in. The two guards inside were watching a CCTV stream from inside on the large screen in the centre console. They looked up as Miller leant in, flashing him a grin - which he returned.

“Everything good in there? Do the retrieval teams need to grab the fresh pups yet?” he asked, nodding towards the screen. Both the guards shook their heads, with the one closest to him responding to his question. “Nope, not yet. They’re still suckling for the most part. A few sex-sessions here and there, but it’s at the baseline level. I’d say another few days before we take them. We’ve been watching these two tiger sisters a lot recently, they’re really cute together. Their pups came out around the same time - and I’m pretty sure they’ve been swapping with each other, as the pups can’t decide whose pussy feels the best. Plus the twin’s mother was actually the teacher when we let em’ loose, so she’s been joining in too. Cam 4D, if you’re interested.”

Miller nodded, giving a little thumbs up. “I’ll check it out, it sounds hot. Have you noticed the improvements on the subjects yet? The science-guys pumped in a new compound a few days ago.” 

“Yeah actually, ball-size practically doubled, and I’d honestly wager that the pups have triple the size when they’re born. And cum production is going crazy, you might need to increase the amount of harvester crews soon - else they’ll be swimming in it.” One of the guards answered. Miller nodded again, making a mental note before he wished them well, making his way back to his mobile operations centre situated in the back of a truck. He took a seat, tapping away at a keyboard to request extra harvester manpower, before swinging the chair around to admire the wall full of CCTV monitors.

His paw slid his pants down, letting out his throbbing, aching cock that dribbled precum onto the floor - and he began to enjoy himself, watching the carnage.

The insides of the school were slick with sticky, drooling cum. Hallways, doors, walls… all of it was plastered, like an amateur paint job. The air was thick and heavy with werewolf musk - an unending assault on the senses, seeping deep inside, perforating everything inside the building. And the sounds… the endless, constant sound of breeding. No room was spared  - no hallway, no closet, no bathroom. No matter where you went, you witnessed it. A cacophony of rough, feral, wild love-making. It only grew more powerful as time ticked on, as new generations were born and they turned to their mothers to grow more…

In the former maths classroom, a cry of delight filled the air as a tiger girl reached yet another orgasm - the powerful sensation never growing dimmer, instead always getting better and better. She turned to her sister who lay beside her, and shoved her mouth against hers, and the two shared a loving, deep, rough kiss. Their tongues locked together as they held each other - and their legs were held apart, gleaming red knotted cocks stuffed deep into their cunts. Both girls couldn’t stop themselves from moaning into each other's throats as their sons claimed their bodies.

Two wolfpups each were slamming their breeding-rods into the still-so-tight love-holes of their mothers, both fighting each other to see who could reach deeper inside, who could fuck harder, faster, who would make them cum first. Two more hung onto each breast of the girls, suckling hard at their milk-filled tits. Even at the young age of 14, their breasts were filled to bursting with warm mother-milk, constantly refreshed even as their pups drank it all down. They fed so roughly too, pushing their muzzles hard into their mothers bust, squeezing and groping at their milkjugs to try and stimulate more nurturing liquid to appear. Their mouths were ringed with the white milk, and still they gulped down more.

Both sisters began to squeal into each other's mouths as they reached their orgasm again, this time together. The time they had spent trapped here, never to leave, had caused a deep physical bond between the two. From starting out at only holding paws together to try and keep their minds from shattering against the brutal onslaught of werewolf cock that battered their innocent wombs, to dragging their tongues over each others fur to gulp down mouthfuls of tasty werewolf spunk… the two had broken together, their minds cast aside into the abyss of pleasure long ago. They would stay together - raising their litters together, sharing their pups with each other. Even their pups struggled to tell their own mothers apart, not that they cared. Both girls had jiggling, milk-filled chests - and fertile wombs that were desperate to be conquered again and again.

Their minds didn’t matter anymore. Nor did they think much of anything except their true purpose in life - to fuck. To breed. To make love with the owners of their universes. The warm, powerful feeling of the werewolves that held them down, roughly bred them, “kissed” them with their tongues… that’s all that mattered. And, to some very small extent, each other. Nothing else mattered to them - not even their own mother, who was stuck in the same class, just across the room.

She’d watched as her little angels had broken. She’d seen the terrified light in their eyes be replaced with warm glowing love. She’d been there as they gave birth to their first, second, third, tenth litters. Even as her own belly grew. She’d seen how unresponsive to anything else they’d become. Even when they had some semblance of their old selves remaining in those first few days, she could never get through to them. She’d tried. She really had. Slowly trying to crawl across the floor to her daughters while males pounded at her pussy. Trying to tough out the orgasms despite how perfectly they ravaged her body, making her muscles shake and fail. She’d made her way over to her daughters, finally, after days of struggle - and her heart had broken at the way their minds had shattered.

Only a tiny little flame remained in her mind now. After seeing that, the way her girls had given up… she too had surrendered almost entirely. She threw herself at her new masters, the fathers of countless new litters. Having been a mother before, she knew how much she would care for her new pups… but even she was shocked, for the briefest moment in a tiny sliver of clarity, at how desperate her mothering instinct was for them. She held them so tightly against her crotch as they thrust into her, ejecting their fresh puppy-batter into her newly emptied womb. She’d curled her tongue around their massive testicles, suckling and smooching them like a good mother does. She’d gulped down load after load of her puppies love - and constantly craved more. She desperately pulled any young werewolf, even ones that had grown up a little, to her chest - shoving her nipples into their throats for them to suckle. The feeling of giving them her nourishing love sent her mind into complete disarray, swiping away any and all thoughts that could conceivably begin to form. All that mattered was mothering. Being a mother. Making more. She was the best mother, the greatest mother - if not for her silly little breeding toy daughters, but for her gorgeous, virile, stud sons. And that was the way life was supposed to be.

And now, she was happy. Truly happy. She felt it inside her - in her flesh, in her bones, in the depths of her womb and her pussy. She felt it in every nerve in her body as it courses in yet another orgasm. And there was nothing that would take this happiness away from her. 

Despite the length of time that had passed already, the endless and never-ceasing lovemaking from the powerful, countless werewolves - not all the female victims had broken. Sure, almost all of them had… but there were still a few that barely clung on to their minds, to their thoughts. It was hard, oh so very hard… but they managed.

In what used to be the science classroom, two of these survivors held each other inside a small, cramped storage room. A raccoon girl and a fox girl, held in each other's arms, clinging to each other. They were huddled together between boxes of protective equipment that were used whenever students did lab experiments. Said boxes were now soaked and drooling with spunk - but the two of them were alone, if only for a few moments. Their ears twitched as they listened to the rough love making outside the closet door, their legs twitching. They had still fallen victim to the mind-melting pleasure, to the thick potent musk that permeated the entire building - but, for now, they were able to keep enough of their thoughts in line.

Enough so that the two shared a deep, loving kiss together. Whether it was feelings from before they became trapped inside the school, or maybe it was purely brought on from their new life and circumstances - the two had grown so close that they could steal a minute every now and then to feel intimate with each other, different from the rough breeding they endured on a daily basis. These moments that they stole were what helped the pair retain part of themselves, for now. Their tongues coiled around each other, tasting the cum that remained inside their maws, tasting each other. The fox’s paws began to slide between the legs of the raccoon, lovingly slipping over her soaked pussy-lips. Before they could move any further, they heard the pounding footsteps of a werewolf outside the closet door, before it was ripped open and the giant male body thrust itself in. 

The werewolf went for the raccoon first, smelling her arousal, gripping her thighs roughly and yanking them apart to get its cock firmly pressed against her. She didn’t struggle, didn’t scream - they both knew that was pointless. And they both enjoyed their treatment still. It was impossible not to. But instead of turning into a drooling, lifeless cocksleeve like every other girl - the pair locked eyes, and held paws. The werewolves cock slammed into its fresh, tight home and the raccoon girl let out a long squeal of pleasure, but managed to keep her eyes held with the loving gaze of her fox lover. She felt the reassuring squeeze of her paw, mixing with the pleasure that battered her body. It was a beautiful, tantalising mixture of pleasurable love, and deep intimate connection, which was only quantified by the wonderful assault between her legs - the werewolf’s gorgeous cock grinding against every sensitive spot inside her. By now, after taking so many breeding sessions, her entire vaginal cavity was one huge sensitive spot. Her legs began to tremble as an orgasm washed over her, and she held down on her lover's paw tight - feeling it squeeze back, reassuring her, being there for her. It only made her orgasm better, lasting longer, feeling more powerful.  

The fox leaned over, closer to the raccoon's face, keeping her gaze deep on her eyes. She let a momentary glance at the werewolf’s pistoning hips and throbbing balls break their eye contact, before it was re-established. She pushed her lips forward and kissed her, her tongue lovingly wrapping around hers - as the raccoon let out a squeal, the werewolf roughly shoving his knot deep inside her. It swelled up to an intense size, causing a huge orgasm to rush through her despite barely recovering from the last one. Ropes of warm, creamy, sticky wolf-love began battering her womb, ropes and ropes of the tasty goodness swelling her insides. Cum rushed through everywhere, swamping and drowning her lil’ racoon eggs - the poor things absolutely inundated with powerful, virile werewolf sperm. Millions of fertile swimmers began to inseminate her at the same time, causing an absolutely extraordinary feeling of pure, lustful, carnal pleasure. There was no stopping it, no way of avoiding it. Her belly began to swell as her womb bloated, but that was nothing compared to the size she’d be once her fresh litter of puppies began to grow.

Again and again the werewolf’s balls pulsed and twitched as he unloaded into her, growling lovingly into her ears as the loving duo held their kiss. His tongue dragged over her ears, and on the fox’s head too. He didn’t care about the pair of them being together. He only cared for the sexual relief he gave them. He only cared for making them grow his young. He tried tugging his knot out from the raccoon’s tight snatch, eliciting all sorts of moans and groans and whimpers from her as yet more pleasure rocketed through her. Eventually, he managed - and a thick trail of cum spurted out of her abused pussy, covering the floor. Another throb of his cock caused a fresh batch of love to cover the raccoon girl’s legs, before the werewolf’s powerful paws grasped at the young fox. He tugged at her, causing the pair to break their kiss, before flipping her onto her back and holding her down, his hips quickly rushing between hers to stop her from closing her legs… if she had even bothered to try.

Loud, powerful slaps echoed out of the little closet the two girls had made into their hideaway home. Followed, of course, by loud moans and yelps of pleasure - which only melted into the sounds of the other girls trapped in the room, her cries of pleasure indistinguishable from those of the others. And that was okay. The other werewolves had girls of their own to attend to, to breed and impregnate. Everyone was happy.

There was, however, one girl trapped in the school that was not. One girl with her mind still somewhat functional. A rabbit, of the eldest age-group whilst the school was still operating. She’d done her best to keep her mind clear, sticking her head into ventilation shafts to try and keep herself from breathing in the endless, constant, thick musk that hung in every room. She’d done a surprisingly good job of it too - although, of course, it wasn’t exactly perfect nor all-encompassing. She’d been acutely aware of her mind slipping away from her, her grasp on her actions growing more and more frail. And right now, she’s feeling herself lose control even quicker - and she was very, very upset about it.

She’d tried to get her head into another ventilation shaft again, trying to get anything close to “clean” air as she could. Classrooms that were closer to the outside of the building had vents that connected to said outside air - air that wasn’t entirely tainted by thick werewolf musk. She’d managed to crawl towards one of these shafts during momentary downtimes of breeding. The classroom she was in, the history room, was filled with young werewolf pups - those that weren’t suckling, that was. They weren’t full grown like their fathers, not as powerfully strong and intimidating. But they were still ravenous for pussy to breed, for a girl to tend to their swollen, leaking ballsacks. She’d thought they would pose a slightly lesser problem in her path to the fresh air, and she was right. Sort of. Where one fully-grown werewolf would have pinned her in an instant, two of these wolf pups had wrapped themselves around her waist - both of them hammering into her pussy, with no way to get them off of her. The feeling was incredible, especially as they both fought each other to fuck her harder. Her orgasms kept coming, and she was aware of how much that sapped at her strength.

But what made her most upset was the fact that a third pup had jammed himself head first into the ventilation shaft  she was so desperately trying to get to. This left his crotch and legs fully exposed to her - and she’d fallen face-first into his musky crotch when the other two had pounced on her. The pup immediately wrapped his legs around her head and began to thrust his fat cock at her mouth, forcing its way inside. That had been multiple hours ago, and he’d still not let her go. He’d been roughly face-fucking her like that parasite from that one old alien movie she’d watched: “Extraterrestrial”, where an alien invasion began on a spaceship because of an alien creature that wrapped itself around a crewmembers head, forcing alien eggs down her muzzle. She’d been trapped for hours with his phenomenally tasty cock slamming its way down her throat, filling her stomach with delightfully moreish cum. She didn’t even know if her love for the taste of his cock and cum was because it genuinely tasted that good, or because her mind was starting to  crack. Her nose had been permanently stuck against his ballsack, and the only air she could breathe had been from her nose - and directly fresh from his crotch and nuts. Every minute she could feel her body changing little-by-little, even through the endless powerful orgasms of the duo that locked-down her crotch.

She could do nothing. There was no escape, until they grew bored or tired enough to leave her alone. And she had no idea when that might be. She’d been aware of her own faculties enough to understand that the pups the girls had been birthing were more and more powerful, potent, virile and energetic than the previous generation. It took longer and longer  for them to grow tired and rest. She didn’t know how long she’d be stuck here, musk forced into her brain, corrupting it - changing it. 

But maybe that was a good thing. The other girls certainly seemed happy, living in orgasmic, pleasurable bliss every single second of every single day. Maybe that was the true meaning of heaven - a place full of endless happiness, where it never ended.

She could feel her frustration and upset beginning to melt away, replacing itself with warmth and joy. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t keep up the charade forever. There wasn’t a way out of this. She’d just have to be happy, like the rest.

And soon, in time, she was.