[b]This short story contains:

Feral male Absol and female Leafeon
Breeding Facility / Kinda Sorta Dubious Consent[/b]

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The buzzer sounded out, as boring as always, the chamber's two opposite doors opening simultaneously. The space, padded and comfortable but otherwise rather bland and only decorated with a painted facsimile of an outdoor lake environment, was entered by the two creatures stepping from their respective doors.

From the one side, an Absol male, healthy and fit, glancing curiously across to the other side from which came a Leafeon female, well kept and frankly rather beautiful. In ordinary circumstances, she would have been very attractive, very enticing. But the look on her face implied a bad mood, and the first words she spoke only strengthened the thought.

"Spare me any sweet talk or flirting, big guy. Let's just get this over with."

The Absol blinked as they stopped a few paces away from one another. "... uh, pardon?" 

She scowled. "Come on and fuck me already."

His look of confusion only deepened. Perhaps it was a little telling that he wasn't embarrassed by the sudden turn of topic, at least. "Oh... I figured this was the type of place I ended up in."

Her frown weakened just a little. "Huh... you're new here?"

"Yeah. I've heard of places like this, but never been to one."

"Well... here's a tip." She lifted a paw, pointed to one of the nondescript walls. "We can't see them, but they can see us. They want eggs. If we don't give them eggs, they punish us." Back came the frown. "So fuck me already."

Absol grunted uncertainly. "You don't seem very enamored with the situation."

"Acute observation," she answered, an unhappy huff punctuating the thought. "I also don't want to be punished, and that one's a stronger incentive than the former." She turned around, posture suddenly changing to a more enticing sway of that perked up butt. Convincing, if her unpleasant demeanor had departed with it, but alas. "Coming or what? Take your time if you feel like getting an electric shock from our impatient overlords."

Ah, so that was how it was dished out here, he thought to himself. Stepping up and making that telltale hop, the Absol mounted her backside and sighed. "Well, hm. What's your name?"

Her head turned, giving him a cold stare. "I said no sweet talk."

To her surprise, his gaze was instantly and equally chilled. "I know you don't want to be here, but there's no reason to be a bitch about it."

Her scowl flared deeper with anger, an urge to lash out... and drained just as quickly. "Sorry," she muttered, turning her head away. "I'm just... tired of this. Tired of coming in here every day and being used by one of the many horny guys who thrive here."

Knowing that they were being watched, Absol gently grinded against her backside, letting his dark-hued shaft slowly emerge to rub against Leafeon's soft butt. "I understand. Surely I've shown I'm not the same at this point, though? You practically had to convince me to get on top of you like this."

A chuckle escaped her, weak and wry, but earnest too. "Fair enough..." Her eyes closed. "Come on, a little faster. They only have so many of these rooms and they keep a rigid schedule to account for a large "inventory", if you get what I mean."

Absol complied, and the next roll of his hips slid that erect cock into the girl's sex. It spread easily, warmly and smearing her wet juices along his length, with the casualness of a girl having done this plenty of times before. "That's a shame. Forced mating aside, I mean. It'd be nice to get to know you better. I'm betting most of the other girls won't care for conversation."

"Mmm." A pause, a quiet moment as he applied a moderate humping pace. There was no denying the pleasant feelings they felt as the two had sex, but it was lacking affection, earnestness. Apart from that one part of their mind that simply savored that one sense among five, their attention was focused more on the talk they kept going in spite of it. "... Mary."

Absol tilted his head. "Pardon?... oh, your name, right?"

She nodded, glancing his way from over her shoulder. "Yeah."

"Dante."

She raised an eyebrow. He noticed, and laughed, an honest moment of amusement. "I know, I know. My trainer likes action games or something. I don't really understand it, myself."

Mary looked surprised, carrying on and seeming to completely ignore the climax she felt that gave the Leafeon's body a tiny tremor. "You have a trainer then?"

Dante nodded, with a faint wince - it was harder for him to just pass off the pleasurable feelings as nothing, what with the way her pussy squeezed around him, drawing out thicker streams of pre. "Yeah. I think he put me in here for a bit to earn some extra money. He's... not the richest guy around."

"Lucky." Mary sighed, cheeks just faintly red with a blush as the Absol continued to spread her sex around his ebony shaft, the background soundtrack made up of wet squelches and slurps. "The people here own me, pretty much. I'll probably be here until I'm too old to be a viable source of eggs."

"Yeah, well... maybe when I get out of here I can do something about that," he grunted, humping a little faster. 

She smirked back. "Cheers for the wishful thinking, dear, but we're not in a position to do anything about these folk."

Shaking his head, Dante smiled back. "Of course. But maybe I could try to convince my trainer to... be in the market for a healthy Leafeon girl to make eggs for him instead. He's stingy with the money, but if the idea pops in his head, well, he might not turn down the chance to make some extra cash."

Her eyes widened just a little. "That's.... clever, actually. Do you really think you can do that?" A frown. "And if you did... would it be much better a situation than this?"

"Of course it would," he huffed, rutting her even faster now, mindful of their unpleasant spectators. "A home to live in, a town to explore, only one nasty male to fuck instead of a big ol' group..." 

Mary couldn't avoid a snicker at that, cheeks redder, a mix of their sexual juices dripping past his rod to make a mess of her rump's fur. "Mmh... I misjudged you gravely, it seems..." Her eyes met with his as the Leafeon smiled. "Tell you what, sugar... if you make that happen, I'll be more than happy to give you a good time whenever you want it, eggs or no eggs."

She was mentioning this as Dante's thrusts reached a higher fever pitch, the male unable to completely block out his urges both out of desire and out of an understanding to their situation - the silent watchers wanted their profit. With a grunt the Absol began to cum, and without warning he leaned forward, meeting her lips with his own as he painted her womb white with his seed.

Mary blinked in surprise, almost pulled away seemingly by instinct, then surrendered to it.

The moment faded, his fertile cum spent and sewn in her equally fertile pussy. It had felt wonderful indeed, but the Absol was more excited by their talk, his plan, already thinking of how he'd pull it off. It would take some careful convincing, especially considering he couldn't verbally communicate with his trainer, but the male was hopeful.

Their lips parted as he dismounted and pulled his cock free, dripping with her fluids. "I'll do the best I can. Don't know how long he'll keep me here for, or if these guys pair us up again. But I promise that much, okay?"

The doors were opening, demanding their occupants return. No doubt the watchers' patience here would be particularly short. 

Mary was purring as she leaned over and pecked his cheek, her cunt dripping with his seed. "All is pre-emptively forgiven if you fail, sugar. I won't be happy here but I can make do if I must. But if you can work your magic, well..." She stepped away, towards her door with a backward sultry look. "I'll work mine."

Dante returned to his own door, to be escorted to his temporary room in the egg-farming facility, inwardly grinning to himself.

In a simple-minded place like this, it was good to have a goal, and he was going to be putting a lot of thought into it. Mary was counting on him.