Fantasy Echoes of Anima

Author's Notes

After the unexpected chaos and tragedy of the Battle of CABRI, Wyatt must now embark on the new journey of his life, and all the pleasures and pains that includes. But first, there is unfinished business he has in Camelot.

Apologies for the delay of this chapter, I was trying to do a chapter each month but missed October. I'll make it up to you all and have 2 more out before the end of the year I've written in various drafts up to Chapter 6 so far!

Thanks as always to my wonderful editor, Kenjisato!

Discharged

The beeping was mechanical, steady, and constant. Its unromantic rhythm began to intrude upon Wyatt Daycott's dreams with its tedious lull. It had not occurred to him yet, that such a ballad was a reassurance of his condition. So long his heart continued to beat, so, too, would the mechanical chime keep its irritating regularity.

"This is the one?" A voice, garbled, echoed through the faint tunnel of his consciousness.

"Yeah, look, I swear I am not lying."

A cold feeling swept over his body, like the warm security was ripped away from him.

"Holy fuck... it's huge."

"I know."

"And it works?!"

"That's what the chart says."

Sharp mechanical chimes and dim voices, both taunted his consciousness.

"I want to touch it."

"Marisa!"

"Don't lie, you want to, too."

Something cold grabbed him, and he felt a jolt in his body. Life began to slowly trickle back into his mind.

"He's a patient, though!"

"I know I just, I've never seen one so huge work before!"

Amidst the cold grip, a tugging ensued, like something was trying to pull him back to consciousness.

"He'll like this, maybe it will help."

The voices began to get clearer; the tugging warmer. The light filtered into his eyes, and the beeps got louder and louder— almost deafening, as he entered the conscious world once more.

"Oh shit, I think he is waking up."

The tugging stopped. Wyatt groaned as the warmth was thrown back over him. His eyes adjusted to the newfound light, and he struggled to perceive what was around him.

"No, come back," he groaned, searching for the force that had pulled him out of the void.

"See, told you he would like it," a woman's voice muttered; a cold touch joining him beneath the warm envelope surrounding his body. The tugging began again; soft, tender flesh against his own, pulling up and down.

"Where... where am I?" He rustled amidst the pillows of his bed.

"You're still at CABRI... in the hospital wing," another female voice responded.

A wet cloth was touching his forehead, as he felt a force pulling him. Adjusting his gaze, he could see the faint outlines of the bright room he resided in; the blue hospital blankets on top of him; the flowers and plants surrounding his bedside. And two figures looming close; their scents stood out the most, sweet feminine perfume catching his nose, as he smiled.

"Relax now, don't exert yourself, sweetie," the one dabbing his head with a cloth said, as she put her face close to his. He could feel the warmth of her body above him, like she was leaning over him, her body brushing against his.

That, of course, led to a stirring; a stirring that was already being duly addressed. The clearer his vision became, the more he could see what was happening. Another nurse, this one with bright golden hair reflecting the sun's light, crouched at his bedside. Her hand was beneath his blanket, pulling up and down on his cock.

"Sorry... I really couldn't help myself. You seem to enjoy it, though." Her bright and mischievous smile, as she helped herself to feel his manhood, excused her.

Wyatt hadn't been woken up like this before, and certainly wanted to wake up like this every day. It was all a bit fuzzy, yet the good feelings below continued, and that was all he was mentally prepared to concentrate on.

"Marisa, stop. He needs to rest."

"No," Wyatt interrupted, his hand grabbing her arm before she could retract. "Keep going."

The other woman, a brunette, who still hung over him, shook her head and rolled her eyes before continuing to dab Wyatt's forehead with a cloth.

"You can't exert yourself too much. You went through a lot."

Still, in a daze, Wyatt was not sure what the nurse was talking about. He could only chase a good feeling.

"What... don't stop." Wyatt groaned, as the hand slipped away.

"Marisa!" the other nurse exclaimed again.

This time, for good reason, as Marisa the golden-haired nurse shed her scrubs fully. She was older, most likely in her thirties, but had a taut body that held together well; large breasts hung freely, and her paunch-belly scrunched, as she climbed up on the bed above Wyatt.

"Shush, Sheri." The eager Marisa scorned her peer as she shed the blanket between herself and Wyatt, and mounted him. "It's not every day you find a breeder at my age. I've always wanted to have another baby... and this is my chance. Plus... I can't get over the size of this thing."

She held his cock in her hand as she moved it to her entrance. Wyatt groaned as he felt the wet, matured folds of the MILF nurse above him, his hands instinctively grasping her fleshy hips.

"Sigh... whatever. But, I am next then." The nurse sat down in the chair, as she watched the pair begin to join. Marisa's slit felt a bit different, more seasoned. She was warm and hugged his entirety with a wet grip that rocked up and down, as she bounced along him.

She did all the work, Wyatt simply had to lie back, and stop the world from spinning. Her hips rolled like a wave along his cock, pulling just to the precipice of his tip, and back down again as she rocked herself side to side. It was an amazing feeling— if only all women were this eager to please. Having just been introduced to the world of sex, this Marisa woman may have spoiled the rest of his adventure for him with such passionate treatment. Lying flush against him, her breasts mushed between them and her humming lips in his ear, she drew her ABCs with her ass.

"You're a young breeder... I bet you haven't gotten it like this, baby," she cooed, egging him on. She had seen his chart— eighteen, and he had only just started sowing.

"Hurry up, you better get your present from him before he tires out. Or worse... before the doctor comes." Sheri crossed her arms, watching his cock disappear into her co-worker's dark-fleshed cunt, over and over. She was working the boy hard, milking his cock and begging him to spew.

"Don't be shy now... I hope you are enjoying this." She pressed her tits along his chin, grabbing the railing of his hospital bed as her sacks smacked him in the cheek.

"Yes..." Wyatt groaned, little else he was able to say amidst the dizzying pleasure. The world still felt like a faded dream for the most part. The presence of the nurses, while pleasurable, didn't feel real. All that had happened up until then, only echoes in his memories.

"Ohh... eerrmm," Wyatt grunted, jerking his head up into Marisa's cleavage as he came. It took the breath out of him as he shot his load. Like a call back to reality, as he was spent inside the older woman.

"Ohhh, yes... yes... make me a momma..." Her insatiable mewing followed a slick feeling between them, as the stickiness of his cumming smacked.

"Ok, slut... get off and let me at 'em..."

Wyatt turned his head, then seeing both nurses, his eyes wide, as he realized where he was and what was happening. While he couldn't say he disliked it, it had been unexpected. And he was not quite clear on why he was there. Sheri, the nurse who previously balked at Marisa's promiscuity, was then naked from the waist down, slipping her panties off her legs, as she intended to hop on Wyatt's dick next.

Where was Requiem? What about Doctor Caldwell? Rudeth? Something felt off, like he should be somewhere else.

Slipping out of the warm cunt of the first nurse, his cock flopped over on its side, his white-hot liquid spilling over the hospital gown covering his abdomen. The hand of the second nurse quickly grabbed his cock with a selfish possessiveness that made him stir.

"Ew... clean yourself off his cock." Sheri pinched his tip between her index and middle fingers, as she laughed at the naked woman stretching after her bout with the younger man.

"Oh don't be a prude, Sheri, like you don't deal with body fluids every day."

"Not yours..."

The nurses shared a laugh, but Wyatt simply groaned, unable, and partially unwilling, to resist their feminine urges shoved upon him. Sheri, still wearing her scrub blouse climbed onto the bed. She was a bit younger than Marisa, maybe in her late twenties. Unlike her friend, she had a body that hinted at her not having bore a child— much firmer, narrower hips, and breasts that still held their form beneath the blouse. Seeing more, he could tell her slit was shaved bare, as it rubbed against his stem; a nice change from the prickliness the more mature Marisa had brought him.

"Errrhhmmm."

Marisa and Sheri jolted as a third cleared their throat in judgment. Near the door of the room, nurse Christi stood, looking rather unimpressed with the state of things. One completely naked nurse leaking the young breeder's cum, and another climbing on top of him. While Christi had put out in her capacity as a nurse to Wyatt before, at least he had been ambulatory at the time.

"Christi... hey! Fancy seeing you in the hospital wing, this is not usually your section." Sheri played it off, even as she tickled her bits with the boy's dick. Marisa, still naked and holding her stomach, froze as she savored the feeling of being filled with warm sperm.

The sharp trilling of a Vulpivivus, a fox-like Anima, added to the tenseness as it trotted alongside its master, Christi. Entering the room, the large-eared Anima sniffed the air as the women's sexual scents permeated it.

"Ladies... he is hardly conscious!" Christi puffed out her cheeks, as Sheri climbed down and Marisa dressed swiftly.

"Christi, you don't understand! Look at this!" Sheri held Wyatt's cock up, it was longer than two of her hands stacked atop each other.

"Christi..." Wyatt called her name, and his cock rose at the scent of her.

Both Sheri and Marisa shared a look, crossing their arms as they indignantly judged their fellow nurse.

"He was at least conscious when I did it!" Christi defiantly yelped. She came to Wyatt's bedside, grabbing his hand and covering his cock with a blanket.

Christi's Vulpivivus snarled and looked up at its master, just as judgmentally as her fellow nurses.

"Ohhhh judge us, huh... What, did you fuck him as soon as he got the vaccine and got hard?"

Christi could only blush and awkwardly smile.

"Ugh, you can't judge us." The then-clothed Marisa made for the door.

"Just you wait!" Christi blocked her path.

"What...? I have rounds to make."

"Uh-huh, sure you were in a rush before..." Sheri scoffed.

"Just hold on!" Christi rushed over to Wyatt's bedside. On a small table next to him, his blue SEEDEX lay. She picked it up and pulled Marisa back to his bed. "Wyatt, put your thumb here." She held his thumb against the sensor to unlock it. "We need to at least make sure he gets credit for you, Marisa. He has a quota, you know."

"Oh... well... sure, I guess." She adjusted her ruffled blouse and blustered hair, as she stood waiting for a picture to be taken.

"Marissa... Oden... Camelot City... Age thirty-five..."

"Hey, I am thirty-two!"

"Whatever, they will correct it later when they contact you... willingly participated... positive implantation... date... and... cheese!"

A flash took Marisa by surprise, who, by no means, was ready for the picture. She stood awkwardly as her photo was recorded in the SEEDEX's database.

"I wasn't ready! Let me look... ew, that is a horrible picture..."

"No take-backs, girl." Christi stuck her tongue out, and recorded the last few details. "Now, shoo, shoo."

"What... going to use him for yourself?"

"No... you lot seem to have tired him out. I am actually going to make sure he is taken care of."

"I'm all right... I'm all right... but... where is Requiem?"

"All right, we will go... take care of him." The pair shuffled out.

"Hey, breeder boy... come see me." Sheri made the phone gesture to her ear, as she smiled brightly.

Behind them, the door calmly slipped shut, leaving Christi and Wyatt alone. Coming to his side, the more familiar and caring nurse grabbed his hand and held it. Concern was written all over her face, as she begged him to relax. Her Anima made a large hop onto the bed, sniffing Wyatt's own scent, as it curled up near his knees.

"How are you feeling?" She patted his head affectionately, more affection than she had shown during their encounter five days ago.

"Still feel like the world is spinning... that little nurse didn't help much."

"Hey, you are certainly getting a head start on that quota. Here I was worried that after everything that happened, I'd be the only one to bear your child... I'd have to, like, name them after you, or something, then."

Wyatt tried a laugh, but his concern outweighed it.

"What happened?"

Christi deeply sighed, rubbing his head and holding his hand. "Terrorists attacked your class... do you remember much?"

Wyatt strained, his eyes focusing on the fuzzy mental image of the battle. Dark wings... fire... dressed in white... the rubble.

"Don't hurt yourself trying to recall it all... you made it out alive... and you saved some others, too."

"I remember Rudeth...."

"Well, you distracted a good portion of the terrorists when you ran off... so they didn't get the whole job done."

"Whole job...?" Wyatt looked concerned.

"They... they killed.. some of your classmates... three of them."

Wyatt closed his eyes, thinking about that day they had all lined up in the courtyard to battle. The youthful hope and adventure were lost. Moreover, a lot of genetic potential was now gone.

"You, Rudeth, and Percival survived... Doctor Caldwell was pretty hurt. But yeah... three didn't make it."

"Requiem?!" Wyatt tried to shoot up, thinking of his Anima, whom he had not seen since regaining consciousness.

"He's fine... I have him here with me." She held out her hand. Wyatt's NEST on his wrist chain dangled from her palm.

"Why... why did they do this? Who are they?"

Christi sighed, sliding a chair to Wyatt's bedside, and resting her chin on his mattress as she patted his hand.

"At the risk of channeling my inner Doctor Better, I'll explain best I can... They call themselves Team Purity. For the most part, they are just a nuisance. They hand out illegal contraceptives, organize protests in favor of family planning initiatives, educate girls on how to prevent being bred... that sort of thing. They view themselves as an Eco-friendly counter-culture group. The more radical among their ranks believe that humans deserve to die off if that is what the world has planned for them. Through Anima, the world can be born anew, if humans are not here to spoil it."

"They sound like they have a screw loose. That explains why they are not a fan of my kind."

"Right... to say the least, they really don't like breeders. To that end, they have gone from political activists and a nuisance, to straight-up violence. They have bombed pregnancy centers, kidnapped breeders, incited mobs against breeders, and now... attacked CABRI... home of the breeders."

Wyatt looked out the window, the tower of the main CABRI building visible, where a gaping hole had come to exist in his classroom's exterior wall.

"Oh, I am sorry, Wyatt... this... this is a lot..."

"No... I guess it's best I know if I have to do this..." His farm boy twang came out as he sat up and wondered if he regretted ever being chosen as a breeder. "I'm sure I'll cross paths with them again." He patted Vulpivivus, as it kept its eyes shut and ears folded over its head.

Christi faintly nodded, she couldn't deny the truth in it. Though she felt bad for burdening such a young boy with that truth. It was a cruel world they lived in. Despite all the technology and Anima around them, things like breeders were necessary. It forced the youth out onto the roads to play this game of Anima; all the while, nefarious forces were at play.

Perhaps, she had been listening to Doctor Better too much.

"But hey... you have one friend to look out for you out there." Christi held Wyatt's hand that contained the NEST and his wrist chain. He pushed the button, releasing Requiem into the room before them.

With the usual stunning appearance, his trusty Anima was brought forth from the frozen digital void that he inhabited within his NEST. Though this time, Wyatt nearly jumped out of bed despite the pain and Christi's Vulpivivus shot straight into her arms with a nervous yelp. A black and violet monster emerged from his chain— Requiem loomed over the bed. Despite being on all fours, he had no issue looking down on them, being the size of a small horse and with a head the size of Wyatt's abdomen.

"Well butter my biscuit, what did you do to Requiem!?" He sat up on the bed, uneasy about the oversized Westorian Noccanis nuzzling his bedsheets. "Req?"

"Bahhwoof!" he answered, panting, hot, smelly wolf breath blowing like the wind.

Christi's terrified Anima began to shrilly bark at the monster, it was just a bite-sized snack for such a beast.

"It's sort of a going away present from CABRI to you breeders. Usually, you get it on your eighth day. But generally, you're granted a Genetica for your chosen Anima."

"I ain't ever seen a Noccanis get this big."

"And you wouldn't in the wild. But genetic engineering can do a lot with Anima."

"So, can he shoot laser beams out of his eyes? Like that stupid pug Rudeth had?"

"No... ha. I guess the doctors felt he would best be larger than a hazard. Though he is now far more powerful than most average Anima out on the road. He'll be a good protector and partner for you."

Christi patted the large Noccanis' snout. Behind his black and violet fur, a giant tail wagged as he accepted the attention of the pretty lady.

"He is a sweet boy." Christi smiled, looking at both Requiem and Wyatt. She held her extremely reluctant Vulpivivus close to Requiem to introduce them, but the small Anima thrashed about and barked erratically the closer it came.

"Kitsu be nice..." She struggled to keep the Vulpivivus calm in her hands, before just giving up entirely and putting him in her NEST around her neck to calm him down.

"That is really you, Req... man, is grandma going to have a cow when she sees you. No more getting on the couch at home."

Requiem whined, somehow understanding his new limitations and accompanying rules.

"I'm glad you are safe, Wyatt." Nurse Christi stood up straight, grabbing his SEEDEX once more. She patted it in her hand as she looked at him, biting her lip as she was lost in thought.

"You're staring at me, ma'am."

"What did I say about you calling me ma'am? I am only like... six or so years older than you."

"That's still a good chunk."

"Ugh, I take the sweet boy comment back." She rolled her eyes while opening the SEEDEX. "You know... now that you are getting healed up, and I'm off work. You need to log me in as one of your conquests." She tapped away at the screen to make a new entry.

"Hmmm, I don't like that."

"What?"

"Calling yourself a conquest."

Christi stopped, focusing instead on Wyatt as he lay in his bed. The color was returning to his face. Despite a few aches and pains, he would soon be out of this hospital and back on the road. Having a newly oversized Requiem at his side would make his journey all the more exciting. He was not like any other breeder she had come across.

Most boys when they got the news got a big head almost instantly. Most, if not all, tried to make a move on her during those first few moments. Christi being rather strong-willed, they never were successful. But Wyatt, even though it ended up being a quick hookup at the onset, she didn't feel like he pushed her into it maliciously. There was an innocence to it. He was going to do good work out there and change some lives.

"Well... you're going to have a lot of girls. Make lots of babies..."

"But you will always have been my first." Wyatt had that homely and sweet smile again, his hand stroking Requiem's violet mane. "So, show me how that SEEDEX works."

Christi turned a bit red, though Wyatt being thick-headed wouldn't notice. Handing over the palm pilot, she sat down on the edge of his bed and leaned towards him to walk through how to make an entry about one of his girls.

"So, you see this screen, there are all sorts of apps about your work as a breeder. Apps for pay, apps for finding girls, apps for your profile..."

"Like a dating website?"

"Yeah kinda... 'cept it's more like a 'pick your breeder' sort of thing. Anyways, apps for maps, hazards, communications with your handler—"

"Handler?"

"Didn't they explain all this?"

Wyatt just stared blankly, the obvious answer of him being in the hospital after lessons getting cut suddenly short permeating the air.

"Sigh, I walked into that one... anyways... yes, you'll have a handler. Most likely it will be one of the doctors. They are responsible for your health, quotas, and reviewing the case files of the girls you breed. Yours is.... oh god... it's Doctor Better."

"Oh cool." Wyatt shrugged,

Christi dejectedly sighed... that old kook was going to lead this boy astray, she knew it.

"Well... yes, Doc will talk to you here and give you instructions when needed. He may have you go to certain places, but otherwise, you are on your own."

Wyatt felt the warmth of Christi's body against him, despite her wearing a warm sweater that covered all of her arms. Her scent began to invade his nose once more. Pretty soon, most of his focus was on her.

"Pay attention, Wyatt."

"Yes, ma— yeah, uh, sure." He cowered from Christi's glare.

"Anyways, this is it here... the SEED app. You click on it." She pointed as Wyatt drove through the screens, walking him through the process of the new entry they began with entering her name and information, but later fields seemed to stump the normally honest farm boy.

"Location... date..." He looked over to Christi. "What do I put there?" He knew she didn't want to out that she did it at work.

"Uhhhh, well... just put, uh, today."

"Today? Here?"

"Yeah... sure."

Wyatt looked at the screen, and then at Christi. There was an itching feeling in his conscience that he couldn't quite shake.

"Sorry... I know I am going to have to be clever and dynamic to do this job... just is an adjustment, that's all."
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