Fantasy Echoes of Anima

"Wow... I'll be honest, doc, I'm not sure what that really means or what to think of it."

"No matter... your rare ability will open some doors... or legs, wherever you go on your Anima Adventure." The doctor slid his stool over to the counter, where a rather large syringe was waiting that had irked Wyatt when he entered the room.

"Anima Adventure? I can't just go away on an adventure, I have a farm, a grandmother, and a sister to care for."

"You thought you were just going to skip?" Christi said, as she helped the doctor prepare a rather intimidating needle.

"Everyone when they turn eighteen goes. It's the adventure of a lifetime. Some spend years out on the trails exploring and training Anima."

"Yeah, but... I just didn't think that was for me."

"Well, beyond it being mandatory for two years to go beyond the boundaries of your town, now that you are a breeder you quite literally have to."

"Mandatory?"

"Well, the government couldn't let its gene pool stay stagnant in one city or another. After the war, as hegemonic cultures developed with little incentive to mix together to further the human race, they needed to shake things up. Nor could they miss the opportunity that thousands of its populace train highly skilled and powerful Anima it could draw on as an Army in time of need, could it?"

"Doctor Better!" Christi squealed, as he descended into his conspiracy theories again. She rushed to the door of the exam room, peeked her head outside to make sure no one was listening to his rambling, and shut the door securely. "What have I told you... you don't know who could be listening!"

The doctor smiled at Wyatt, who did not quite know what to make of it.

"Mister Daycott, the Anima Adventure is an important passage for all young Corvusians. Anima are more than just the synthetic replacement of fauna in our ecosystem. They are our chance to reconnect with the world as we rebuild.

A small whine from Requiem, at the foot of Wyatt's chair reminded them of his presence.

"Even your Noccanis over there, the synthetic descendant of the wolf, is a part of that adventure. Such an Anima would be perfect on a journey throughout the land. As will a healthy boy like you. Plenty of healthy, pretty girls out there to share that adventure with too..." The doctor nudged him with his shoulder, as his eyebrows danced up and down to send home the point.

Nurse Christi shook her head at the notion, but couldn't quite call it wrong, either.

"Hold still." Christi rubbed Wyatt's arm down with an alcohol pad, before quickly jabbing him with the extra-large needle.

"Eeeeoww!"

Requiem boofed, as his master exclaimed at the sharp pinch in his arm.

"Damn... I mean... that hurt, nurse!"

"Oh, suck it up big boy, plenty would kill for that pinch." She playfully pinched his cheek with her fingers, a small whiff of her scent entering his nostrils as she hung over him.

"What even was that?"

"That was the final dose of the cure... you should start to feel the effects soon."

"Effects? Oh... I feel a bit... off." Wyatt felt the room spin a few times, and an odd tingling sensation down his spine. As it settled over him, a few other feelings thus far locked away deep within his physiology began to spring forth. The most noticeable... was a throbbing in his pants.

"Oh... all right, then." Dr. Better cleared his throat and stood from his stool. "Take a moment to let the effects settle in, and then you'll be attending orientation with Doctor Caldwell, the head instructor of the Breeder Program."

"Uh, doc... hey, doc!" Wyatt nervously stuttered as he felt something new and beyond what he would have expected.

"Good luck, Mister Daycott!" The doctor rushed from the room, closing the door behind him.

"Nurse..." Wyatt looked helplessly at Nurse Christi. The crotch of his pants pitched like a tent as it was clear the vaccine was working... very well. "Something is wrong with me here..."

Nurse Christi sighed, wiping her face. "He always does this..." she murmured.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Don't worry, this is normal... well kind of."

"Kinda?!" Wyatt shot up from the chair, his erection straight up and out, and for it being the first in his life, felt kind of painful.

"Well... yes. What's going on is you have an erection. It's when... Hold on, do you know none of this? I know you know men's penises don't work, but they still teach this crap in primary school!" She sternly looked at the farm boy as he looked frantic.

"Well... probably, I can't say I was a star student..."

"Well, gods know what they taught you down in Hicksville, anyways."

"I resent that, ma'am." He began to unbutton his pants, pulling at the fabric to see exactly what was happening to him.

"Whoa, hey..." Christi stepped back; while she was a medical professional, she wasn't in a hurry to see a guy's junk either.

"This is normal?? What did you mean kinda?!" Wyatt's pants fell to the floor, his boxers falling in short order. Between his legs a large and thick penis stood at attention, the eye of which saluted the nurse as its veiny exterior throbbed. For Wyatt, this was terrifying, but for the nurse, this was another day in the medical field.

Christi couldn't help but stare. She dealt with these breeder boys every year for orientation. Exams of new ones, check-ups, procedures... the whole gambit. She had seen an erect penis or two during the course of her work, but Wyatt's... Wyatt's was something else. She gulped, as the image of it poured across her mind. While a girl his age may be intimidated by its girth and length, she couldn't help but admire how perfectly shaped it was. It was a monster, but a good monster, not too large to be unrealistic, but thick enough to challenge a girl. Its head had a bulbous quality to it, and its length covered in veins made her shiver.

"It's kinda... big."

"Is that good?"

"For some girls."

"For the girl?!"

"Please tell me you are not dumb."

"Sorry, this is just a lot right now... I can't say I committed any of these details to memory, I didn't exactly expect to be using them!"

"Sigh... fine. You are erect because... that's what happens when you are aroused."

"Aroused? That's when I like a girl, right?"

"Or... just are in the mood, but yeah, kinda."

"Does it always hurt like this?"

"No, it's sort of just like a side effect of the vaccine."

"How do I stop it?"

Christi was hesitant about this part, while she may be working in a medical research center dedicated to reproduction and the act of sexual intercourse, it didn't mean she was not a medical professional. But that cock... the second he whipped it out... it called to her. Not every day could you meet a man with a cock that could get hard. Limp cocks were the worst... and even when you find an erect one, they were never this big.

"You have to relieve it."

"Relieve it???" Wyatt grabbed it, full hand, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him as he began to stroke at his flesh. He was doing it all wrong, against the grain, not in any pattern, with sloppy attention to only the base of his stem. "Like this??" he said, looking straight at Christi, as he stroked himself.

"Hey... don't... don't look at me while doing that," she meekly said, as he rubbed himself up and down.

"It sort of helps... When I smelt you after the vaccine, I think that's what did this to me... I feel a sort of way about you."

"Geez, you farm boys do know how to charm a girl, huh?" Christi crossed her arms and looked away. But her eyes always returned to his cock, as he tried to stroke himself.

"Tsk... fine, just... I can't watch you do that so horribly." Christi walked over and pulled his hand off his cock. With a 'huawk pufft,' she wet her own hand and slid it along his length to the tune of a very astonished look in his eyes.

Her hand felt amazing. Wyatt audibly gasped, as she rubbed from stem to head.

"You getting the idea now?" She passed her hand around his head, rubbing the nozzle of his cock with the juice of her spittle from before.

Wyatt twitched his neck as the sensation caught him by surprise. "Oh yes, ma'am, I think I am picking it up now." He groaned, closing his eyes as he let the feeling wrap around him.

Christi continued, her better judgment telling her to let him do the rest himself, but the long, warm member felt nice in her hand.

"So... I'm a breeder..."

Christi's cheeks turned bright red as he held his cock. "Geez, why would you say that... like this?"

"Oh... sorry, I mean. I've never really been suave like that. I don't entirely know how to go about this."

Squinting her eyes, the nurse sized up whether Wyatt was just playing dumb. Yet, for being a simple boy with an honest face, it was hard to claim he was maliciously egging her on.

"Well, you see... you put this in the girl's vagina..."

"I knew that much. Just didn't know how to... you know, get them to give up their vagina."

Christi laughed, loudly, hardly able to contain her giggles.

"It's not funny, ma'am, I ain't like that, you know?"

"Oh, I am sure, farm boy..." She tugged him extra sensually, causing an elongated breath to escape him. She wondered how long he was going to hold out, he certainly had some stamina. Perhaps, since it was the first erection, he'd ever had, it would take a bit. Certainly not exploding right away would be good for the girls... but less so for his mission. "I think you'll find a lot of girls are going to need little convincing."

"Truly?"

Christi sighed, switching hands as she flexed her tired fingers, she spat a little bit more lube onto him and looked him directly in the eye. "Not a lot of hard cocks going around these days."

"Ya'll have been making do though?" Wyatt never recalled the women around him seemingly particularly starved for attention. Though, he was not very attuned to such things as it was.

"Sure, some girls may not even realize what they are missing."

"What do I do about those?"

Christi looked off into the corner of the room, unsure exactly how to answer him. A more serious tone came across her. "Well... per your mandate, you are really to do anything to breed with as many girls as possible."

"Anything?" Wyatt's mind flooded with possibilities.

"Well... yeah... it's expected that some girls will need extra convincing, coercion, or force. At least for there to be enough babies born in the world. Contraceptives are illegal... it's just a matter of getting access. I guess it's by design that way." Christi realized she was sounding more and more like Dr. Better with the conspiracy theories, as she explained things. Perhaps, he was getting to her.

"I imagine they ain't gonna like that."

"Well... it's about saving the human race. Most girls have been taught the same as you are being taught. Being a mother is fed to us through every possible medium daily, and the glamor associated. We get paid for it, we get access to benefits, and it's almost the highest position in society, just below yourself as a breeder. So... even if they don't like it at the time, they'll come around to the idea."

Wyatt looked at Christi as she averted her eyes, still patiently stroking his cock.

"Just... a little advice." Christi stopped stroking, grabbing his cock tight.

"I'd really appreciate it, ma'am."

"Don't just be a bull about it. I know a lot of breeders do because it's easy. I know the pressure is put on you to perform, too. But some girls, just take a little effort and they will come willingly. Just try?" Christi looked him in the eyes, as she pleaded with him.

"Well... I guess I better learn to be convincing then." The most sincere and warm-hearted words came from the farm boy's mouth, as he looked down at the nurse holding his cock.

Christi felt flush, her eyes wide as she gripped him tightly, feeling every bump and curve of his member amidst her soft fingers.

"You may be more convincing than you realize." Christi returned the warmth, stepping closer to him. She unbuttoned her scrubs, pushing them off her shoulders so the lace of her bra was in full view. "Maybe this will help you relax." She began to slip both straps off of her shoulders, her predominant breasts slipping into view. Every inch of this curved and squishy flesh appeared like the main star on stage as the curtains were opened. Two soft pink circles appeared, each looking as naturally delicious as the next. The farm boy, a stranger to the desire for such things, was fixated on them; gulping, as he felt his cock get a little harder.

"I thought this was supposed to help me feel less tense?"

"It will, just relax."

As the silence went on, she slowly stroked him, softly touched him, and felt her own breaths grow heavy.

But Wyatt could not take the silence, being the awkward boy he was. "Hey... what about you, ma'am."

"Christi. And what about it?"

"Christi... and, I mean, have you ever... wanted to be a mother?"

Requiem's ears perked up, as he sensed the two humans' intimacy growing. For the most part, he minded his own business lying on the floor, sleeping, but their heavy breaths were getting to be a bit disruptive to his nap, as well as his master's thoughts.

The shock on Christi's face made her look so cute and frustrated, her hand gripped him less smoothly and more painfully tightly, as she growled.

"Ugh! Fuck you, fine! Stop being such a sweet boy with a thing like that in your pants!" She let go of his cock, and quickly shed the rest of her scrubs, her panties, and in her nudity, took a seat on the exam chair.

"Uh... Christi?" Wyatt stood face to slit with a wet vagina between two thick thighs spread wide, as her feet rested on the mechanical arms of the exam chair.

She sighed, still very much red-faced and out of sorts. "You're right... not even I am immune to propaganda!" she cried out, panting, as her shapely body beaded sweat and laid exposed to the younger man. "I've been giving it a lot of thought lately. I work so close to a lot of you breeders, and send you all off on this Anima Adventure to sow your seed. But what about me? I think that, after all, I want to be a mother, too."

"Is this what you meant by girls throwing themselves at me?"

"I swear if you don't shut up, and get over here and fuck me, farm boy, you won't get this chance again."

There was one thing Wyatt was good at, and it was doing as he was told. Who was he to argue with the first woman of his adventure? He stood between her luscious thighs, his hands taking the chance to feel her flesh. He dug his fingers into them, rubbing her smooth skin, and running his hands all the way up to her entrance like a curious boy. Amidst the red flesh between her legs, her mound had a neatly trimmed patch of hair. He toyed for a moment, opening and closing her lips, looking at her pinkness, and feeling just how moist she was.

"Wyatt..." She huffed and puffed. "Enough foreplay... just do me!"

"Foreplay?"

"Shut up and stick it in!"

Startled by the feisty nurse's orders, looking over his shoulder at the door like he would expect someone to hear, he came ever so close with the tip of his cock to her lips.

"And be quiet, too!" she scolded.

Wyatt made to protest, but the supine nurse with the sexy, spread legs gave him a darling look. Thus, Wyatt felt it best if he just proceeded, meeting his tip to her lips, because of which she shuddered. As it pressed forward, it surprised Wyatt that the lips slid around his tip so deftly. Her warm and moist hole enveloped him, sucking him in as he proceeded inch by inch. Wyatt couldn't help but groan his approval, and Christi meeped each inch he gave her. Once he brought himself a good distance, only an inch or so from being fully buried within, he looked into her eyes.

"Is this like... your first time?" He grabbed onto her hips, feeling her stomach between his fingers.

Christi, who was breathing through the stretching he was giving her, shook her head. "Pfft, no..."

"Then how come you are not a mother?"

"There are many other ways for a woman to fulfill herself... You're just the first hard man-cock I've had."

"Oh..."

"You will find girls who it is their first time, though..." She looked him in the eyes, as she rocked her hips, to let him feel the motion of their moving. "When you do... it's going to feel different."

"Feel different how?"

"Oh, I'll let you discover that. I have a feeling the details will... never mind. Just be gentle."

Wyatt looked flustered that she blew him off like that, his ever-curious mind working in overdrive about the matter.

"Just stop overthinking and focus on me now." Christi grabbed his face, looking him directly in the eye. "I am going to be selfish now." She bucked her hips.

Feeling the natural movement of it, Wyatt began to move his own hips. Bringing his cock back and feeling her lips slide across his flesh and then forward again until he could feel the sticky feeling of her inner thighs against his. She made such nice sounds as he did so. Ones that made him feel all tingly inside, as he began to get more and more into the motion. He wondered if all women would sing for him like this, he rather enjoyed the music of it-- it made him feel powerful as he enjoyed her body.

"Faster," Christi panted.

"Huh... okay..." Wyatt obliged, thrusting with a bit more tempo.

"Faster!" she said again, Wyatt doing his best to give it the farm-boy try, their flesh now smacking together with a plop each time.

"Faster! Harder!" she said, digging her fingernails into his upper arms. Wyatt, having no idea how much punishment a pussy could take, seemed nervous, but the sharp feeling in his arms made it feel like it was not a negotiation. So, he pushed back and forth as hard as he could, like he was bucking a hay bale back home onto a stack. Christi would nearly be pushed off the chair, until she gripped onto the boy tighter, and wrapped her legs around him.

"Oh!! I am almost there!" She was not following her own rule about being quiet, her coos were loud and salacious.

Wyatt was a strong boy, and again, did as he was told. So, he kept the pace, and eventually, felt as if it was getting tighter and tighter to thrust. Eventually, his feelings were confirmed as her whole body quaked around him, feeling large pulses around his cock that made his own cumming burst forth. He, too, quaked, tensing up as he held her hips tightly enough that she squealed. He pumped ropes into her, the first batch of fertile sperm to be produced from his loins.

They writhed in each other's feelings, and Christi felt herself filled with this newly minted breeder's fertilizer.

Releasing themselves from the pleasure, they sat together, panting and sweating, their lower halves covered in love juices. Wyatt held himself inside her, as he caught his breath.

"Okay, we... we need to clean ourselves up." Christi gently pushed the exasperated boy off of her, as she lay sweating, in the chair, oozing his cum.

"So that's it?"

"THATS IT?!" she fumed.

"Uh, I mean... that's like... how it works?" Wyatt scratched his chin innocently.

"Don't ever say 'that's it' to a woman. That makes us feel self-conscious." She puffed her cheeks out, as he backed away from her, and she held his juices in with a cloth resting on a nearby tray.

"Oh... I mean, this was the first time I've ever done it, but, it... it was pretty good." Wyatt reflected on how complicated women were.

"Pretty good?" She squinted the corners of her eyes, tightening in clear annoyance.

"I mean great!"

"Took you three times, but I guess that is better." Christi stood, and almost immediately a line of sperm dribbled down her leg.

"Wow," Wyatt gasped, watching her glistening naked body leak with his own seed.

Christi blushed from head to toe, as the boy stared at her. She quickly cleaned herself up as best she could and slipped her underwear over her more private bits. However, the small-town boy from down south didn't stop staring. Each movement and slip of cloth across her form was a dance he was enthralled with.

"Geez... you're making this girl self-conscious." She zipped up her scrubs and sighed with relief, though the gooey discomfort between her legs continued.

"Sorry... but hey, when I meant 'that's it?' I meant more like... what else do I do? I just stick it in her, rock the ol' gal about a bit, let loose, and say goodbye? Sounds kinda ungentlemanly."

Christi once again laughed, his farm-boy innocence and worldly outlook was a gem.

"Well, Wyatt Daycott, you are going to have to come to terms that sometimes, you'll have to be ungentlemanly-like."

"Hmmm." The thought was a bit troublesome for him. His grandmother and sister certainly wouldn't like to hear of him being as such. They always instilled in him a certain way about being a gentleman.

"But... no, that's not quite the end of it for you."

Stepping forward, Wyatt came close to his first partner, eyes ready to do anything for her.

"Whoa there, easy now, darling. It's nothing like that."

"Oh." He stepped back, standing above Requiem, who snorted, having just begun sleeping undisturbed, having been kept awake by their lovemaking.

"You will get this." She handed him a hard plastic palm-pilot-like device that was blue in color, with a full touch screen and camera. "All of this breeding is actually a rather scientific process. The government needs to know which girls you choose to do your work with, as well." Christi handed him a paper with schematics, details, and a list of features for the 'SEEDEX'. "This SEEDEX will be how you record information on the women you breed with. It sends their information to the government so that they can reach out to the women and monitor their progress, provide support, and give them their own incentives they earn."

"Oh. So, like this." He faced the camera to Christi, he always liked taking pictures, something he wanted to spend more time doing, if it were not for the farm.

"Whoa! No!"

"What?"

"Just... not right now. You know how much trouble I'd be in doing this at work?"

"Didn't you say you girls don't have a say in the matter?"

"Ugh... still just do me a huge favor. Let's meet up later and so all the... SEEDEX stuff then. Okay?"

It was her turn to come closer, the nurse pressed against his chest and stood on her tiptoes to make up the difference. Her fragrance, once again, filled his nostrils before she planted a small peck on his cheek.

"Uh, well, darn, yeah, whatever you say... ma'am... er, Christi." He stood flush, unsure how or what to do with this grown and beautiful woman before him, who had displayed such intimate affection towards him in these last moments. His day had hardly started, the sun hardly rising on the horizon as evidenced by the slivering rays beneath the door. But already he had left a mark, on someone, a mark that would spark a whole other life. Rarely was the simple boy from Wicketsham an introspective or deep thinker. But as he felt his muscles stir from the strain he had just undergone; he couldn't grasp the power he now had that so rarely manifested in the world.

"This is like a look over an unsown field on the first day of tilling the soil..." he muttered to himself, looking at the blue plastic cover of the SEEDEX.

"Huh?"

"Just a bit overwhelming is all."

"Well farm boy, it's just begun. Some would kill for the power, or at least pleasure you have. Put it to good use."

"Yes, ma'am." He slipped the SEEDEX in his pocket.

"That's all we have for you this morning in the research wing. You'll be given a room upstairs to stay in for the rest of your time here."

"Rest of my stay?"

"You think we'd turn you loose like this? No, sir. No telling what trouble a simple boy like you would get into."

"Don't know what to think about being called simple."

"Regardless, you have about eight days of classes ahead of you. Some of it is the basic orientation for your Anima Adventure, and others are more education on your more natural duties."

"If it's not for nothing, Christi, I really need to be getting home to my grandmother and sister. They may get a bit worried about me."

Christi cupped his cheek in her hand and looked at him intently. Her keen eyes looked deep into his soul to communicate with him at an entirely different level.

"Wyatt... your life is different now. You'll be making enough money the farm won't matter. You can give your family a better life this way. Think of it like that."

"Oh... I guess I didn't think I'd be getting paid..."

"You, for sure, will... a good amount, too. Wish I could get the job of a breeder."

"That good, huh...?"

"That's right. Doctor Caldwell will be able to explain more."

"Oh right, that other doctor? The head breeder?"

Christi looked a bit terser. "Sure the 'head' breeder. I'm sure he would love to hear it said like that."

"Sounds like you aren't too fond of him."

"Someone will come collect you and bring you upstairs soon. Good luck to you and Requiem." She smiled at both the boy and his Anima.

"We'll catch up soon then, once I'm out of here."

Christi reached up on her tippy toes again, pressing her clipboard to her breasts as she leaned against Wyatt and met their lips for a kiss. He was a pretty bad kisser, but in an endearing way that made it all feel a bit less manipulative on his part. "We sure will, I may have to make you ensure the seed took."

She darted off through the door with those words and a suggestive look back at Wyatt. He was left to ponder her feminine enigma as she disappeared.

"Kind of a bit forward, ain't she, Req?"

His Anima huffed through its snout, as it lay unbothered on the cold concrete.
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