Fantasy Echoes of Anima

An oozing slurp sounded as Caldwell dripped lubricant along his cock. Wyatt, for some strange reason, felt very satisfied that Doctor Caldwell was smaller than he. Perhaps, Caldwell had seen the report of how big he was and he was envious? The girl, however, looked no less nervous as he tickled his tip against her thigh.

"Now that we are both properly lubricated, it's time to do the deed." He pulled Aveline's legs swiftly, her back falling to the table with a thud as he ensured she lay slightly to the side for the class to see. His cock wasted no time entering her, parting her folds to slip in wet and slippery-like.

"Miss Aveline, here, told me earlier she was not a virgin, so it makes things a bit easier to slip right in."

Wyatt still didn't quite understand the difference, but he was going to be surprised since Christi mentioned it before as well.

"Virgin girls you have to be a bit gentler with at first," he said, as he sheathed himself fully into her. "Or not, it doesn't matter in the end."

There was the part of Caldwell that Wyatt didn't like.

The two became locked in the intimate thrusting of intercourse. Aveline moaned wildly, as Caldwell thrust in and out of her in quick succession. Some of the boys were now openly rubbing themselves at the sight, like rabid dogs. Wyatt, while aroused, at least had gotten his rocks off with Christi a few days ago. If he had not, he probably would have become as uncouth as the rest of the boys.

Moaning continued on both sides, as the doctor's penis slipped in and out of her. It fell out from being over-lubricated repeatedly, but found its way back in swiftly. Before long, Caldwell's groaning grew louder, and Aveline looked concerned, yet overly stimulated to do anything about it. The camera caught the moment it happened, Caldwell's balls constricting and then his cock throbbing as he shot his load into the younger girl.

"Ohhhh yeah, sweetie. There ya go." He thrust a bit as he still unloaded. Aveline looked at him with an icky and uncomfortable face. "That's it, boys, that's how it's done." He left her, a cum stream pouring out as she lay against the table and he backed away. "Any questions?" He smugly smiled, not even bothering to put his cock away. Wyatt averted his eyes, though it was hard not to look at Aveline lying back, hands on her eyes once more, leaking fresh semen from her cunt.

"Did she cum?" Rudeth smiled, watching each drip from her slit hit the floor.

Caldwell grinned. "As much as I would like to brag, she did not. Did you, sweetie?"

Aveline shook her head, still too embarrassed to look at any of them.

"The female orgasm is not necessary for reproduction. It's only for bragging rights."

Did it not give them pleasure? Wyatt was not sure bragging rights were the only reason. He recalled how Christi felt when she came around his cock, and how relieved she looked. Perhaps, that was yet another goal he would have for himself, making these girls cum. However, the principles and morals he was stacking up were about to make things a lot harder. Maybe, he really shouldn't be thinking about all of this too hard?

"But... if you all want to make her cum. Have at her, she agreed to stay for the class." Caldwell zipped himself up and laughed.

As she lay on the table, panting from the exertion Caldwell had put her through, several of the other boys, Rudeth included, descended upon her, cocks out, and eager. She had little time to prepare before they found her holes and hands to play with. Bless her heart, she did her best to service them, having been shown her place.

This was his chance, this stirring demonstration aside, a question burned within him.

"Doctor." Wyatt, passed the sloshing and wet smacks of the gangbang at the front of the class, came up to Caldwell who was zipping up his pants with a smile on his face.

"Daycott." No love was lost in his tone.

"I was wondering, do we ever... see these girls again?"

"Huh?"

"Like do we ever see them again, their lives after, ya know, servicin' 'em?"

"Did your mother's breeder ever come back to meet her?" His words came with a mocking scoff.

But despite how the doctor meant that to sink in, it didn't deter his question. He knew that his mother's breeder didn't come back, but was that normal? Perhaps, it was simply out of a feeling of worthiness from his childhood? Though, he wondered, if he was the only one to have felt it. He remembered his mother dodging the question about who his and Hannah's father or fathers were. It was always a moment that stuck with Wyatt.

"Daycott, listen here. You're being sent on an adventure that men throughout all of time would have died to be a part of. While the Orange Flu may have been a tragedy for humanity, your life is now a slice of heaven that through history was only ever reserved for men of elite god-like status. You get to know legions of women carnally, get your fill of them, and then get rid of them for the next best thing. I know you're an ol' country boy that ain't quite wrapped his corn-fed mind around this, but you best get with the program or you are going to lose a good thing."

His last words came with a stiff poke of his finger into Wyatt's shoulder. Something that made the young eighteen-year-old man scowl. His fists balled; his pulse rushed. While he had gained his vitality, there was some lost testosterone that came with it. Caldwell could see it in his eyes, a curious grin as he looked back at the enraged young man.

"Oh, did I strike a nerve?" He stood squarely opposed to Wyatt, a head taller than the boy.

Behind them, the squeals and moans of Aveline detracted from the tense feeling as the boys didn't notice their peer's distaste for the professor. Requiem came out from behind his master, baring his teeth as Anima and trainer felt the same sense of displeasure.

"I see you've gotten back some of that lost manhood now. Now you are feeling big like you can take on the world." Caldwell goaded. "That's it, Daycott, that's what you have to harness out there when you find these girls. That masculine rage."

Wyatt took a step forward, nearly nose-to-nose with his professor.

Wyatt felt it, the rage that Caldwell spoke of. It was a new feeling, just like the feeling that stirred within him as he watched Avaline being spit roasted across the table. Each boy took a turn between her legs. Each boy snapped a picture of her with their SEEDEX to claim their first mark. Was this what he was now? Surely, the feelings in his groin and his fists would have to come to terms with his heart. Surely, his naivety would have to fade away.

"It's normal. You've been through a lot."

It was strange to hear Caldwell sound almost empathetic for a moment. Even Requiem tilted his head in response, as the doctor smiled.

"Nothing you are feeling is abnormal, Daycott. The conflict, the urge, the anger. This whole time, Daycott, I may have been hard on you. But it's because you needed it. You're soft, even now you have a squishy side to you. But no matter your feelings or wants or good intentions, you have a job to do now, and it's my job to make sure you are ready to fulfill the need out there."

His sterner tone returned towards the end.

"Doc, I don't know if I have it in me."

"Honestly, I don't think any of you do. Takes a lot to do what needs to be done. Especially if the other party isn't about it." Doc nodded to their guest on the table, laboring between cocks. "She wanted it, you can tell, it's in her enthusiasm. But one day, you all will find a girl who doesn't, it'll be up to you to decide how to accomplish your mission then."

"Mission..."

"You have a strong Anima right there next to you, Daycott. Lean on him to help you. There is a lot of danger in this world, especially for us. Don't sit here worrying whether you need to go back for any of these girls. Once they take your seed, they are set. The government takes care of them. Just like they took care of you and me."

Wyatt looked to the side... wondering about his life and all those times he thought about his father. Lo and behold, he would be fulfilling the same function, leaving in his wake, children like him.

His daydreaming about the adventure ahead was rocked from him as the building quaked, and a deafening blast knocked them to the floor. The room seemed to shatter, a million pieces of wall and glass flying around Wyatt as he spun around. Screams, shouts and cries as what felt like the wrath of the gods took CABRI by storm. But as the dust settled, and the hole in the building became visible, they all could see the judgment that had fallen upon them.

From his place on the floor, Wyatt could see the large black scales of the giant Pyrodracis hovering beyond the gaping hole. Its black wings pushed the air like a gale and spread dust further amongst those who were caught in its fury. At its sight, he was reminded of the insanity of humans. For it was not just direct replacements of the Animals they created as Anima, but beasts and monsters unnatural and powerful. For the fiercest of trainers, they were a boon to the power they could wield. But in the wrong hands...

He could barely make it out, but atop the giant dragon Anima sat a girl, the same girl whom Wyatt had met gazes with, Celandra was her name, or so Aveline said. In her eyes was that same fury, indignation that he had seen before. But here, she had the power. It was that same power Doctor Caldwell was talking about, the power conceived between her and her Anima.

From their positions, prostrate in the room filled with rubble, the klaxons of the building whined behind them. They looked upon the fiery maw of the black flying Anima. Atop it, the girl, who previously wore a normal schoolgirl outfit, was wearing a dress of fine white, fluttering in the wind of her Anima's wings as she held her arms out triumphantly, as well as an upturned smile of malicious glee.

"Heh-heh, behold... Breeders, I am your judgment come on the dark wings of Rectitude. Your journey ends before it has even started!"

Several figures, clad in white, dropped in from the sky held aloft by their own flying Anima. Hawks, owls, and other flying serpent types each deposited a new white-clad agent before the classroom of the dazed and confused; malevolence in their eyes.

"We are Team Purity! And these are your last moments alive..." The proclamation of their death warrants rolled off her tongue with a snap. Her cohort sprang into action, pulling Aveline from the dust and rubble of the table in her indecent state, and lifting her on the back of the Pyrodracis. A few stepped over Wyatt's peers with no care or dignity. Their cries and screams as they were ignored underfoot ringing in the air.

They shared a gaze again, Wyatt and the girl atop the black dragon. He did not know her name, but he knew what she was about, simply through the intent in her eyes. And it had nothing to do with purity.

"Team Purity will not stop in its crusade against the state that wishes to control our bodies! We will not stop 'til the world is allowed to heal! Humanity is a plague! And we are life's chosen eradicators! If humanity is meant to fade away, then so be it!"

Requiem, close to the floor, came to Wyatt's side, nuzzled him out of his daze as the crash of Anima and debris echoed around them.

It was not looking good for Wyatt and the rest of the newly minted breeders. But holding his Anima close, he wondered if this was just the first hurdle in his new life. But given their situation, it seemed bleak.

Next to him, Doctor Caldwell lay prostrate, hitting his head pretty hard on the desk when he was thrown from the initial explosion. Trying to lift himself, he saw the situation they were in. His students lay in various vulnerable positions. Before them, a giant dragon Anima hissed boiling steam from his nostrils, and numerous members of Team Purity, who, in most the sane sense, were considered terrorists, imposed themselves.

"Daycott..."

Wyatt, frozen, looked back at the doctor unsure what to do.

"You're closest to the door, get out of here."

"Doc, the others!"

"I'll worry about that, losing any of you is a huge blow to our society... just go."

Looking over the scene, the white-clad terrorists standing above his peers, there was no doubt they meant to kill.

"There will be no escape... doctor..." The girl atop her Pyrodracis scoffed, an evil grin followed by a confident cackle, as she tapped the scales on her dragon's head.

Wyatt knew she was right, not without a distraction. The second he made a move, it would be the death of his peers and the doctor as she let the fire envelop them. But with his hand on the fur of his Noccanis, Requiem, he knew what must be done.

"Req... don't lose faith... we have to act." In silence, through the link between master, NEST, and Anima, he reassured his furred friend.

Wyatt, slowly, stood in defiance, balling his fists and dawning the face of indignance as the grunts of Team Purity taunted him. They didn't view him as much of a threat, even his Anima was on the small side. But what they didn't understand about Requiem, he was a cattle protector. He punched well above his weight.

Now Requiem, knock 'em back. While the grunts were overconfident, and the Pyrodracis had no chance to inhale the oxygen it used as fuel, the Noccanis moved like a black dart across the rubble of the room. Before they could react, it was at the Pyrodracis' neck, its teeth burying in the soft throat of the dragon-anima which unleashed a squeal. With Requiem attached, it thrashed about, eventually throwing the Noccanis back across the room from the direction it had come. It was enough time for Wyatt to grab his peer closest to him, Rudeth, and drag him towards the door.

"Req! Let's go!" Wyatt's Anima groaned after it hit the wall, but was able to pick itself up and follow Wyatt from the room. Before he fled, his eyes scanned the rooms for others. No sign of Percival, or Clurk, or Jeremy... They were buried or hidden amidst the cloud of dust.

Atop her Pyrodracis, the mysterious girl screamed, her Anima thrashing her about as she hung on for dear life eight stories in the air.

"Ugghhh! After them!" she shouted, ordering her team forward after the escaping breeders.

A few of the grunts made chase, sprinting past Doctor Caldwell, who slowly rose to his feet, battered and bloodied. But for the few of Team Purity who came afterward, they would have to contend with the doctor who pulled two things from his coat.

In one hand, a NEST fashioned onto a silver pocket watch, releasing behind him a bird-anima, whose wingspan was that of two men in length. It was an Azurepteryx, the visage of a Blue Heron of old. Its long beak and tall legs added to his visual size as it took up nearly half the room. Its bellowing call was like that of a predator, stopping Team Purity in its tracks.

In Doctor Caldwell's other hand... a gun, trained on the closest grunt to him.

"If you're going to interrupt my class... you better hang around for a lesson."

Gaining control of her Pyrodracis, the leader of this raid on the heart of CABRI's breeder program, growled fiercer than her Anima ever could. Grasping the horns, she stared down the barrel of the doctor's pistol.

Chaos erupted. Flames belted from her dragon's mouth; Team Purity's grunts unleashed their own Anima to wreak havoc on the stunned breeders.

Below, guards were assembled, and aware of the terrorists, began to open fire on the dragon far above them.

It was like an explosion; all at once, the loudest cries of violence and screeches of aggressive intent erupted. Down the hall, still fleeing, Wyatt was knocked off his feet, while trying to carry Rudeth on his shoulder. Behind, a burst of flame erupted from the classroom, amidst the explosive shockwave. He could hear the snapping of gunfire, the spine-chilling screeches of Anima, and the pounding of more of the building being torn apart.

"You won't get far." A haughty and confident tone caught up to Wyatt as he fled down the hall.

Three members of Team Purity, two boys, and a girl, their white garbs covered in soot and dust from the fighting, strode up behind unbothered by the battle around them.

"Breeders like you are not welcome in this world. All you bring with you is pain and chaos."

"Well, I reckon whoever bred you certainly did so." Wyatt put Rudeth down, not so gracefully. He figured the snooty kid could use a bonk on the head.

The grunt seemed displeased by Wyatt's fiery comeback, whipping his nest atop his wrist to the side and letting loose his Anima. A large Anaconda-like beast appeared. Even coiled it was taller than its master, hissing with fangs that could rival Requiem's. Wyatt couldn't quite place the name of this Anima, he was no fan of snakes, so he did his best to avoid looking at even their AnimaWiki entries online.

The two other grunts beckoned their Anima forth, snarls of malicious confidence on their faces. Brutish-looking beasts appeared in the hall. Wyatt knew these better, a Lithoger, a gorilla-like Anima with stoney scales, and a Homoinorcus, an Anima that had no real callback to Animals of old; rather, it was designed as a physical laborer, with skin that was grey and a bipedal body racked with muscle.

"Just sit still and it'll be quick, we'll prune you and your wretched abilities from the tree of life!"

Wyatt had no such intention. But he knew he also had little to defend himself with. Rudeth's Anima was somewhere in the rubble of the classroom, and all he had was Requiem, who looked like he wanted to take on the lot. However, Wyatt could hardly ask his faithful Anima to do so.

Grabbing a stool that sat against a small nurses' station, he held it aloft like a lion tamer, ready for the impending charge. Requiem sounded his growl, a fierce and low tone as he bared his teeth towards their foes.

"We didn't expect you to go down too easily. But that much is fine, your fate, like that of humanity, is sealed regardless. Kill them."

It all happened fast, the Anima of Team Purity shot forward. Wyatt kept his back against the wall as he held his stool between him and the Lithoger that charged him. Requiem counter-charged, finding the anaconda-like Anima between his fangs as he desperately fought its powerful muscles to thrash it about.

They were outmatched, Wyatt in the last fateful moments of the battle reflected on how ill-prepared he was to defend himself. If he had any hope of surviving this, he would need a much stronger team of Anima to make it in this world with his new role.

Crying out, Wyatt felt a sharp pain in his back as the Lithoger grabbed the stool and smacked him against the wall. The dent in the drywall was evidence of just how hard he hit, even bending a metal stud behind the facade. He slumped to the ground, accepting his fate. He watched as Requiem fought bravely, but the Team Purity thugs joined the battle and gave his Anima a swift kick.

"Req..." Wyatt tried to call over. With the last ounce of energy, Requiem had, he joined his master, standing over his slumped-over frame resolutely. Defiant in the face of the three more powerful Anima surrounding them. With one final growl, he bore his teeth that glistened in his own blood. Wyatt admired the fierceness of his Anima's eyes, a strength that would not be knocked out of him no matter what.

They would have made a great team if they were allowed. But soon, the world began fading to black for Wyatt. He could hear the thugs ordering their Anima to finish them. Requiem would not budge from his place above Wyatt. It was all fading, even the sounds.

But just before the world faded away entirely for the last time, sharp pops and snaps whizzed by him. The Lithoger began spalling as bullets struck it. The Homoinorcus cried out in pain as it fell to the ground. And the Team Purity Grunts hastily retreated toward the classroom they came from.

Heavily armed soldiers and their own supporting Anima flooded the hall of the eighth floor. Wyatt could no longer hold on to consciousness, his hand simply grabbing onto Requiem's fur as he faded from reality.

"Medic! Medic!" they cried, once they found him.

Perhaps, he and Requiem's adventure had not ended after all...​