Project Y: There was a big red switch, there really didn’t need to be a big red switch, but Doctor Ter was always one for the dramatic, for the thematic and all the drama that comes with being a ‘mad scientist,’ of course he thought that was a misnomer, because right now he was saving the world, no more, no less. The man was in his mid fifties now, a rabbit who’s physical prime had left him a couple of decades ago, but his mental faculties where as bright as ever. He was a bit under six feet tall if you didn’t include the ears, the soft brown fur common to many breeds of rabbits only now starting to be speckled with gray. After a terrorist group who called themselves ‘Evergreen’ unleashed a virus the species of the world had been in decline. It took a couple of years for the virus to truly be noticed and by then it was already too late, every baby born after the fact would be female, no matter the species. Thankfully it didn’t infect the four legged population, but those where almost one and all beasts, save for dragons, who never bred that fast to begin with. Within five years governments across the world started to panic, leading to an incentive to breed worldwide, but still not a single male was born. And so set the slow die-off of nearly every thinking species across the world, nearly thirty years had passed and the world population had dropped by nearly a third, and it would only get worse in the next couple decades. The youngest man on the planet was now in his thirties. At least that’s what most of the world thought, Doctor Ter knew differently though, all of his careful work, his research, his secrecy had lead to this moment, the moment his plan would go public, where he would be a monster, or the man who saved the world. He knew it was more than likely some would have either opinion of him. He stood pacing in front of that big red switch, in front of hundreds of monitors with a stand-by symbol swirling around a stylized Y chromosome. Three minutes to go, three minutes until he knew his own fate, would they go for it, or would he be hunted down only to spend the rest of his life in prison while the world crumbled around him, maybe even then they’d come to him in the end, but it’d be far too late, there was only a window of about ten years to work with, ten years in which to change everything. It was time. The switch was large, one of the kind you’d use to turn off an electrical panel in a park full of dinosaurs, but it was a different sort of danger he was confronting now. Hundreds of monitors flicked to life, faces from all over the world, faces of the powerful, of the richest men and women on earth, faces of presidents and kings, of despots and dictators. Businessmen from bio-techs to electronics to oil barons filled out the rest, this meeting would likely never go public, after all what he was proposing was horrific, but it needed to be done. “Hello.” Doctor Ter said, his voice dramatic as he gave a low bow, his long ears bobbing, perhaps a little more showman than he’d like, but he couldn’t help being a bit of a ham at times like these, after all, there was an image to maintain.”I know by now you’ve seen the files, seen the proof I offer to you” he says “But I offer more than that, I offer you the future” he says, and motions behind him. Five girls, no more than nine or ten years old sit there with little baby boys, no more than a month or two old. The girls are recognizable enough, from the idol band ‘Species United’ who where kidnapped on the way home from a show less than a year ago. The camera zooms in on each of the girls, of each of the naked, male babies. The boys seem to have larger genitals than is usual for their age: A fox, a rabbit, a mouse, a panther and a pony girl are all represented with perfect little baby boys, something that was considered near impossible before pictures of the babies where sent in front of a current newspaper the day before. The girls are similarly naked, but with high tech collars around their neck that streams information like a stock ticker, for the most part vital signs. “You see, the problem is that you can only modify things so far, and after the first ovulation, the virus goes active, so the only way to go after it, is another, similar virus right before that happens” he explains, gesturing behind him. “But the problem is the old virus will reassert itself if ovulation is not reinforced… if breeding doesn’t occur within thirty hours after the initial injection.” He goes on for a while like this, explaining the methodology and science used to create the cure. The crowd reacts in various ways, but there’s not quite as much yelling as he’d expect, even though the feed was muted on his end, many seem to be actually considering it, that was good. “The main issue right now is volume and funding, each instance requires tens of thousands of dollars and I’m unlikely to be able to create more than a couple thousand by year’s end, but with all of your help I think we can increase those numbers a hundred fold.” He waits several long moments for dramatic effect, he wasn’t just calling for a last ditch effort bound to fail, he was giving them all the one thing they wanted most, a chance. “So with your cooperation I’m starting what I like to call a founder’s generation, the first thousand males will be from among you, for the low low price of one billion dollars… each.” Now /that/ sure started the yelling and debates going, and he let that go on for two or three minutes before he interrupted them again. “Of course you will also need to bring your own girl, one of such breeding you’ll be happy with the heir produced.” Laws where changed slowly and off the books, and in as little as two weeks Doctor Ter owned the most expensive company in the world, with nearly a trillion dollars in assets. Public opinion started to change once his media division got to work, the first thing he did was release a music video, with the kidnapped idols and their new children, with the top single ‘A New Breed’. -Ten Months ago:- Jezi Montanya, that wasn’t her real name of course, these things where changed to make everything more marketable, even with and maybe especially with the world falling apart people wanted distractions. She sat there in a small white room, a mix of prison cell and doctor’s office, the room had that white, sort of sterile look that made you think no one’s ever been in it before. Being kidnapped was one thing, a horrible thing to be sure, but right now the little nine year old rabbit was BORED, and that was perhaps the worst of it at the moment. One moment she was on the tour bus with her co-stars chatting and giggling about something, the next there was this strange hissing noise under the seats, and everything got woozy and dark. Fully black, save for one heart shaped mark on her cheek that she’d swear up and down was natural and not a dye job, the little nine year old rabbit was slender, a little shorter than average with one ear that she could never get to stop flopping down, as she got older they’d likely both be that way. The little cell didn’t have anywhere to plug in her phone, not that she /had/ her phone in the first place, that was taken to, as well as her costume, it was a cute little white and red thing that made her fur pop, a skirt that she’d never be allowed to wear anywhere not on stage, and a top that was almost high enough to show off her bellybutton, it was a bit embarrassing, but so much cuter than the strange hospital gown she was stuck in now. Worse yet it had no panties, which only went to show that the people running this place where likely total perverts and hopefully the cops would be coming any moment now to break down the door to rescue her, the girl giving a little glare at the rather obvious dome camera in the corner, well one in every corner really. For some reason she was in a strange collar, it didn’t look like it could be taken off, and had a weird flat plastic part along her throat that she could only guess was a little LED screen. There was another hiss, just like on the bus, this time instead of feeling sleepy though, she didn’t feel much at all for a good ten minutes or so, then her stomach felt a little weird, like it wanted to do flips, not as if she was sick, no this time was different. Then came the little cramps, squeezes right below her belly button over and over again, the room starting to feel warm. “H-hey, what’s going on!” she cries out, she was doing good to be ‘brave’ before, but now with her body doing all kinds of weird things, it’s hard to keep up that level of preteen grumpiness that these evil adults deserved. Things got even warmer, and she was a little bit less upset about the lack of clothing, between her legs starting to do strange, almost itchy things that made her toes curl. Jezi shuddered and curled up in the bed, maybe laying down would make her feel better, the girl leaving a little damp spot on the soft fabric where she was sitting. About an hour later the doctor came in, well she was pretty sure he was a doctor, he looked old, and wore the sort of things doctors always wore, maybe it was about her being suddenly sick, the girl looked up at him hopefully “I… don’t feel that good” she fussed, the girls toes curling into the light sheets bunched up at one end of the bed. Her nose twitched, he didn’t really smell like a doctor, he smelt like an old man, an old man who maybe needed a bath, and then she took another, deeper sniff, she couldn’t help herself, the next sniff causing her thighs to clench up again. “Ugh…” the girl fussed, her body slightly slick with sweat by now. “Shhh, it’s ok…” the old man said gently “It’s just the medicine, you’re going to help out a lot of people, people very worried right now about too few people being around, too few to watch pretty little girls like you on stage. He took a moment to check her collar, and something on the screen seemed to confirm something to him, he nodded. She felt his hand stroke down her side, she wanted to kick him, to call him nasty names, but the touch made her thighs tighten, made her fluffy little tail stand /straight/ up! Gently he rolled her over onto her belly, the hospital gown parting in the back to show off her jet black little folds, looking just so slick. She let out a wordless protest when his fingers dragged across her doughy folds, smearing cloying moisture over his digits, parting them, the fingers feeling cool compared to the heat radiating from her body. “Sto…” she shuddered, just the tip of the man’s finger in her enough to make her clench around him, to make it feel like her little heart was going to burst from her chest. Jezi wasn’t dumb, well not about this, this was rabbit stuff, and even with less men around she still knew all about sex, likely more than any of her co-stars, and she also knew that she was way too young to be feeling like this, bunnies didn’t even /go/ into heat! It was all wrong and disgusting the way this old rabbit was touching her. The bed shifted as he got in behind her, his knees between hers, and the horrid sound of a zipper being undone caused the little rabbit to go into a panic, even in her state she tried to crawl forward, but a large hand around her throat kept the little rabbit in place, squeezed a little to keep her voice down, the girl’s whimpering only picking up. She looked back and there ‘it’ was, harsh and red with weird wrinkly balls it looked so gross, smelled so gross, and another sniff, another twitch between her legs. The man didn’t seem to care about her protests, didn’t seem to care about her at all, he was the mean horrible thing she was afraid of, and worse yet she was afraid of her own reactions to him, how her body shuddered and clenched when his gross tip mashed up against her clean little folds, as it slowly pushed inside, all gross and hot and big and… She had a big clench, those sorts of ones she got when she was playing by herself in her own bedroom, when she was sure there was no one around to hear her. “Nononono…” she sobbed out, that tip pushing in so deep inside her, it just felt like it kept on going, her little tummy bulging from just so much of it, and she could /feel/ it dribbling inside her. She knew what this was, this wasn’t just sex, wasn’t just rape, he was breeding her, she was supposed to be too young for that, but she knew, her body /knew/ that’s what a bunny was really for. His slippery old length dragging back and forth, her little tummy clenching over and over again, she couldn’t help her drugged body’s reaction to that thick prick being mashed up against the end of her tunnel, the slightly spongy tip keeping the pain away. She knew she was supposed to feel pain, that this was supposed to hurt, but the drugs must have done something with that to, all she could feel through the pleasure was a dull, toe curling, ache. Between the grip around her throat and all these new sensations running through her, little Jezi’s vision felt fuzzy around the edges, like this was all some strange, horrible nightmare, the man thrusting into her faster, little hole stretched so wide as the wet sounds of breeding filled her ears. She shuddered again, another forced orgasm making her insides clench, her traitorous little body arch back against him, and that was what it took to set the big rabbit off. A soft moan in her ear and then she could feel the twitching, the hot jets of seed tainting her freshly fertile womb. It had no right to feel this good, to feel this ‘right’ inside her, and at the same time so wrong, the girl’s life over as a pretty little pop star that everyone loved, and just a nasty little bunny getting off to her own rape. There was so much of it to, far too much even if she really didn’t know how much there was ‘supposed’ to be. Pulse after pulse flooded her womb, feeling like he was filling her to the brim, only for it to froth out of her little cunt, to coat and stain her dark fur. She collapsed back from pushing back against him so hard, sobbing quietly. -Later- Doctor Ter went over the logs, there was data coming in on his little tablet now, linked to each of the girls he could get a readout on their fertility status and enough health information to make many health organizations jealous of just what kind of tech he had. Maybe in a few years he could sell off the monitoring tech for a little bit of extra cash, it’s important to always think of the future after all. Little Jezi was doing fine for the most part, a good half dozen fertilized eggs swimming around inside her, but that would be a little too much at her age, even with the modifications he’s made to her body, so a couple of clicks and all but two of the eggs where terminated. He might figure out how to accommodate a proper litter in the future, but with such high profile subjects he’d need to be careful of their health near as well as their valuable offspring. The other girls where going to be a bit more of an issue, he couldn’t breed them himself yet, not until he perfected his own personal nanites, but there where other options. And he knew just the men for the job, men who would gain everything they ever wanted if only they submitted to his rules.