Present Day - The next morning

Morning had come like it always did, greeting the city of Stelomonto with a beautiful view of its sunrise from the densely packed dormitories stacked high into the air. Brilantan architecture was built around thoughtful compact neighborhood design that afforded easy access to the city, so that meant building up rather than outward. This gave an unobstructed view above the treetops and smaller buildings surrounding the area.

The sun’s warmth crept in through the windows of Abigail’s apartment, causing the snow leopard to stir. She turned away from the brightness once it began shining on her face, attempting to stave off the morning for at least a few more minutes. Her arm fumbled around the king sized bed she lay on, searching for the warmth and comfort of fur or feathers that she went to bed with last night. Unfortunately, all she felt with her hand was fabric.

This prompted her to sit up and scan the bedroom. It was relatively small with a couple of sliding closet doors on the wall, and a connecting door to a half-bath. Along one of the walls was a collage of pictures of her and her mates, which featured combinations of them and their friends in different ages, events and locations around Brilanta. They ranged from something sweet and simple like the three of them posing in front of a scenic vista, to more fun and silly scenarios involving them making goofy faces or taking the shot at a weird angle.

Several pictures also featured some of their sexual exploits. Amino was in multiple pictures at different ages with his cock buried in a female’s pussy. Lonato was in a picture cheering at a concert while stroking his erection, and another with him and a young deer boy riding his dick at a festival. Abigail had a wide range of pictures of herself, from ones with her legs spread open, to rubbing herself in public, to taking one or more males inside herself at the same time.

There was no noise from a gryphon ruffling their feathers as they prepared for a day of science field work, or the clanking of weapons being readied for duty by a cheetah.

She was alone.

Abigail’s instinct was to check her wrist unit on the nightstand next to the bed. Sure enough, only one was docked on a charging station; the other two were empty. She strapped her computer on and opened her unread texts.

Amino: Got up early to get a head start on some lab work. I’ll try to be home by dinner. Love you both!

Her mate’s message in their group chat was two hours ago, before sunrise. She read the next one.

Lonato: Amino woke me up so I decided to get some errands done before I forgot. Abby, text me what you want for lunch from the plaza when you wake up, and I’ll bring it home.

Abigail typed out a reply to Lonato and hit send. A thumbs up symbol appeared next to her message a few seconds later, signaling that Lonato had read it and replied with a reaction. With that out of the way, she climbed out of bed and walked out of their unit into the common area.

Her first stop was a quick shower. The communal station was almost empty as it was still early in the morning, save for a younger preteen jaguar. The two of them bathed in silence next to each other, preferring the morning to stay tranquil for themselves. Abigail finished her washing first, and stepped over to the vanity area where a small locker kept all her toiletries. After a brief drying and brushing of her silver hair, she was ready to start the day.

The kitchen was the next stop for her morning routine. There were many more people in it compared to the showers; a few of her neighbors were busy at work preparing a communal breakfast for the floor, and others were sitting at different tables and booths, chatting or sipping warm drinks to wake themselves up. Meanwhile there were various cubs being much more active than the adults this early in the morning, babbling away at their families or noisily munching at their food. This sense of community was highly treasured in Brilanta, and Abigail looked forward to it every day.

As she sat at a booth sipping her breakfast, she noticed a pair of cubs, a husky and a raccoon, walking in her direction while they seemed to argue. They weren’t wearing wrist computers so she knew they had to be pretty young.

“Mine’s better!” the husky declared as they got within earshot.

“No way! Mine is!” the raccoon snapped back.

As they reached Abigail, she noticed both of them were sporting erections. Their little cocklets stuck out only two or three inches, but nonetheless looked kind of adorable. “Okay, what’s gotten into you two?” she asked.

The raccoon folded his arms and answered her. “Miss Abigail, you’re super smart with all that sex stuff right? Which one of us has a better penis, me or Teeto?”

Teeto shot a glare back at his friend. “Yea! I keep saying mine is better but Paku thinks his is. We need a grownup to decide once and for all.”

Abigail decided to play their game and humor them a bit. After gesturing a ‘may I?’ to them and seeing them nod in response, she reached down and took each of their cocks into her hands. They felt stiff but not as hard as the males she was used to interacting with. Her hands were gentle as she stroked them both for a moment, and she put on a show of being deep in thought with her ‘analysis’.

“Hmmm…. This is a tough decision,” she pondered aloud so they could hear, “I think… they’re BOTH wonderful. You two shouldn’t need to worry about how your body compares to others. Everyone is special in their own way!”

Both of them seemed to brighten up at her conclusion, their scowls turning into smiles.

Teeto pushed his hips forward into her hand, letting her give his dick even more attention. “You really think so? It’s okay for everyone to have the best penis?”

Abigail answered with a warm smile, “Of course! I’m sure you’ll make males and females very happy someday. Just worry about playing with friends and having fun!”

“Thank you Miss Abigail!” Paku said as he grabbed Teeto’s hand after she let go of them. “Come on, Teeto, let’s go practice with our penises. We can do what we saw Mister Amino and Mister Lonato doing last night!”

Teeto cheered and then they ran off together into one of the common rooms.

“Those two are so precious,” she thought to herself. “I’ll definitely need to give them a good fucking later.”

The rest of the morning was uneventful for the snow leopard. By the time Abigail had finished breakfast and the rest of her morning routine, it was only nine-thirty. Since Lonato wouldn’t be back home for another few hours, she had plenty of time to kill. This was the perfect time to take a visit to the nearest Office of Brilantan Breeding.

Punching in a search for the OBB in the geography app on her computer returned a half dozen addresses across Brilanta, with the closest being near the center of Stelomonto. A ride on the light rail would be able to get her there in fifteen minutes.

The snow leopard tapped the padlock symbol on her screen to lock her apartment front door and left the kitchen area of her floor to walk toward the elevator. As she passed through the common area, she glanced towards a window and saw Teeto and Paku on a sofa. The husky had mounted the raccoon doggystyle and was humping away in a sloppy, unpracticed rhythm. It seemed the two kids were still trying to figure out the basics of sex, but they were learning quickly. Both of them were smiling and giggling, which in turn put a smile on Abigail’s face.

Deciding not to delay further, she let them be and stepped into the elevator. After a quick ride down and a short walk to the light rail station, the snow leopard was on her way.

Traveling on the light rail was quick and easy for the nude snow leopard. The nearest OBB office was only four stops from her neighborhood, so she had some time to relax and enjoy the city’s scenery while she traveled. From the view of the top level, she got a good look of the lush flora that enveloped the buildings and walkways. One of Brilanta’s core tenets of society was being one with nature, and taking extra effort to grow and prosper WITH the land, rather than destroy and pillage it for their own benefit.

The city was built in a forested region at the base of a large mountain where the name came from. This meant that the mountain top was always the most visible landmark even when below the tree line. Abigail observed the peak staying in her sight even as she traversed the districts. It gave her and everyone else who lived there a sense of safety and security knowing it would always be there, rising into the sky to act as a beacon for their people.

The light rail’s intercom bellowed the next stop’s name, and Abigail recognized it as the one where she had to get off.

One final short walk later and Abigail found herself in front of her destination. The sign out front had the signature symbol of a sperm penetrating an egg cell, so she knew she was at the right place. This new path in her life would start once she entered the building, and the thought caused her to pause for a moment. With a deep inhale and exhale, she steeled herself and pushed open the door.

The reception area was rather plain in design. The usual potted plants and open windows were present, but besides that, there were only a few seats for waiting, and a simple reception desk. At this desk sat a tall and lanky male goat, who typed away at a desktop terminal. He seemed absorbed in his work and didn’t look up at the new arrival stepping inside.

Abigail took a few steps toward the front desk and cleared her throat, “Uh, hi. My name is Abigail; Hilda sent me.”

“Oh, Abigail! I’m so glad you accepted the email. Come, come on back. Hilda has told me all about you!” The goat sprang up from his desk and rushed over to shake her hand. His movements were a little jittery and nervous, but he tried his best to give a welcoming greeting.

“She did? Why would Hilda mention me, specifically?” Abigail asked while walking toward a door behind the reception area.

The goat walked with her and tapped his wrist computer to trigger the door to open automatically. He glanced up and down her naked figure as he answered, “Because of how well you scored in our rating system for breeding candidates. Look at you. Fresh from your recent childbirth and knocking that training course out of the park. And let’s not forget how well you respond to mitigating pregnancy side effects.”

A sense of pride welled up in the snow leopard as the receptionist listed off her qualifications. She realized she really did have the background to become an outstanding breeder once she heard it all recited again. “That’s what Hilda said. I guess if you all think I can do this job, then I’ll give it my best shot,” she said confidently.

The two of them walked down a hallway to a series of doors that led to small offices. “Splendid! I know you’ll make all of Brilanta proud,” he said as he walked up to one of the doors that was ajar and knocked on the door frame. “Hilda? Abigail is here to finish registration,” he called out to the other side.

A familiar voice called back through the doorway. “She is? Wonderful! Send her in.”

Abigail stepped into the office and saw the same woman she had met that morning. Hilda sat at a desk with a few papers on it, but beyond that, the workspace was very clean and organized. Along the back wall behind her were several screens of maps and text written on it, and similar content was on in her computer monitors on the corner of the desk itself.

Hilda smiled warmly and gestured to the empty chair on the opposite side of the desk. “Hello again, Miss Abigail. Please have a seat and we’ll get you on your way.”

“Hi, Hilda. Your workspace looks so… science-y,” Abigail commented after glancing around the room again. “I was expecting your work to be sex related content. Like, measuring a male’s ejaculation volume or something.”

A grin was plastered on Hilda’s face at that comment. “No sex stuff in these offices here, sorry. I leave all that to the breeders themselves. What we do here is a combination of several fields: math, statistics, sociology, probability, geography… there’s a lot that goes into population control besides the breeding itself.” Hilda’s tone had shifted to a more monotonous and practiced speech. No doubt the wolf had answered this question for others many times. “But sometimes you might catch copulation going on near the labs downstairs. If a client asks the OBB for a sperm donor or a surrogate mother, then we can at least facilitate that.”

With that question cleared up, Abigail sat up a little straighter to get back to business. “I guess that makes sense. So what do I do once I join?”

“Don’t worry, the process is very straightforward,” Hilda explained as she handed a clipboard shaped input device to Abigail. It allowed the snow leopard to read and sign various forms officially registering her with the organization. While that process was being completed, the wolf resumed speaking. “The OBB will post listings for breeders as needed, and if you see one you are interested in, you will notify us you are accepting the request. Since you are female, these will almost always involve mating with intent for impregnation, and then carrying the offspring to term. Once the offspring is born and we register and verify their genetics matches the father from the assignment, you get paid.”

Abigail’s entire being filled with excitement. “Oh right! There’s money in it for me. I got so swept up in the breeding part, I completely forgot.”

“Calm down, you horny teenager,” Hilda poked fun at her. “You’re free to birth your own children when you want, and the reproduction edict will award you a small reward for doing so. But, the OBB is looking for genetics from distinguished individuals. Males with desirable traits, or recessive genes, or to help with population control for a given region. You only get paid the full amount if you mate with those that WE tell you to. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am!” Abigail replied instantly. The last thing she wanted to do was screw up her breeding duties.

Hilda picked up the input device and looked over Abigail’s signatures. “Alright, these look in order. You are officially a breeder of Brilanta. Congratulations,” she said proudly with her hand outstretched for a handshake.

Abigail squealed with glee and accepted the gesture. “Eeee! Thank you, Hilda! I can’t believe I get to have sex as part of a job.”

The wolf waved her hand to calm Abigail down. “We’ll see how this first assignment goes, newbie. You’re getting tossed into the deep end here, so I hope you’re ready. I trust you read the description in the email I sent you, right?”

The celebration ended as quickly as it had started once the task at hand had been brought up. Abigail answered with a nod. “I did. You want me to go to Enoria and acquire genetics from their royalty.”

Hilda put her hands on her exposed hips and looked at the snow leopard sternly. “Then I hope you realize this request is not going to be easy. The king himself is a very firm believer of their religion, which involves monogamy. He is bound to only have sex with his mate, and no one else.”

Abigail tilted her head in confusion. “That sounds like a very arbitrary restriction. Are you sure this is true?”

“It’s what their faith dictates. I don’t understand it much either,” Hilda continued, “However, he has several children, so your best bet will likely involve mating with one of his sons. The OBB does not care which one you pick, as long as you get the family bloodline into that womb of yours.” A gesture of her hand pointing down at Abigail’s lower belly emphasized the point.

Abigail glanced down at her nude form, taking in the thought of her body becoming a valuable asset to Brilanta. “So, travel there, sweet talk one of the princes until they impregnate me and then get back home?” she asked.

Hilda nodded again. “Correct. The difficulty of this job is that you might have trouble getting an audience with the royalty. And if you succeed, you have to be able to slip away without them holding you there. Who knows what kind of religious ceremony they might put you through.”

The wolf tapped on a keyboard at her desk for a minute, then reached into a cabinet and pulled out a few pieces of paper. “This will be your traveling paperwork for the ferry in the closest town to Brilanta. The dock master there is used to Brilantans traveling through the area. Take the ferry to the larger port of Ajuka're and use this second passport to get you to Enoria. Once you are within their borders, you’re on your own. If the job is a lost cause, get back to Brilanta anyway you can, and inform the OBB. The job will go back to ‘incomplete’ and another breeder can try later.”

“I won’t fail you. I’m sure of it,” Abigail reassured as she grabbed the passports. “Can I bring anyone else on the mission?”

Hilda shook her head, “Given that Enoria isn’t on great terms with Brilanta, I wouldn’t risk anyone else’s lives in this. Some might consider you a barbarian, or worse, you might be arrested if you tried to sneak around anywhere.” As she ended her instructions, she pointed down at Abigail’s wrist computer. “Oh and speaking of risky territory, anonymize your wrist unit’s storage. The last thing we want is you getting your computer confiscated and Enoria scoring a detailed map of the way to finding Brilanta’s cities and villages.”

Abigail gulped at the risks now being laid in front of her. “I will. Thank you again for the opportunity.”

“Good luck, Abigail,” Hilda said as she rounded the desk to pull the snow leopard into a quick hug. “We selected you for a reason. You’ve got the skill set and the quick wit for this kind of thing. Take things slowly and carefully, and if you fail, come back home and try again. I know you’ll make us all proud in one way or another.”

The hug helped Abigail feel a little at ease with the situation. She smiled back at the wolf. “I’ll do my best. You have my word.”