Fantasy Echoes of Anima

He began to type what they had agreed upon, but suddenly stopped, as Christi's warm lips nibbled on his neck.

"Ugh... who am I to make a liar out of you?" Christi rolled into his bed, shedding her sweater and pressing her face against his, as they shared a round of salivating kisses. The SEEDEX fell from Wyatt's hands as he wrapped his hands around her jean-covered ass. He made sure to admire the full shape of her rear.

"There're no rules about double dippin' is there?"

"Shut up..." She threw her leg across Wyatt's lap, pulling up on her blouse and throwing it across the room.

Requiem groaned, reunited with his master only to be pushed aside for this girl again. Trotting over to the corner of the room, he curled up for a nap.

Reaching behind her back, she made to unclasp her bra. But an idea came across her face, and an evil grin accompanied it.

"Wyatt..."

"Yeah?"

"Unhook my bra." She placed her hands at her side as she wondered if he knew how.

"Unhook yer... uh...." Wyatt's rough hands ran up her bare sides to the company of Christi's shudder. He felt for the back strap of the bra, and for the next few moments, fumbled with the clasp. "What in the damned hell is this?" He clumsily tried to unhook it.

Christi was rolling, laughter enveloping her as the inexperienced boy could hardly get to his prize.

"You know... if you want to breed all these girls... I bet you will want to see their tits." She looked at him judgmentally.

"I... I guess... but do I need to? Don't all that happen down there?" He pointed to her crotch, still in jeans.

"Yeah... but, aren't tits fun?" She pushed up on her bra, her breasts mushing against her body.

"Yeah... yeah, they are."

"You don't have to go about all this like it's some sort of science. You may enjoy tasting tits from all around Corvusia... they may like you playing with them, too."

"I tell you, you sure are telling me things they missed. Maybe I need to ask for more training?"

Christi laughed again. "I doubt they would tell you some of these things. I think they assume you would figure this part out."

"With bras being this hard? I don't know about that. I'm about ready to just cut yours off." His brows furrowed, as he desperately tried to get a full view of her fun bags.

"Don't you dare! And what did I tell you before? You need to actually try, cutting bras is not it!" She held her arms over her breasts. "Just relax... feel the clasp... push together, lift up, and out."

It took a moment, but finally, with both hands, Wyatt got the picture, unhooking Christi's bra and releasing her two milkers for full view, juicy pink nipples and all.

"Ohhhh, well, now you tell me. It's just like a bit of lockwire on a feed bag."

Christi face-palmed. "Whatever you say, farm boy... but I'd keep that one to yourself." She shot him a look, as he began to squeeze and play with her breasts, her nipples between his fingers as he twisted and pulled.

"What...? I didn't get to do much with these last time."

"You'll get plenty of tits to play with, though." She fell forward, arms on either side of Wyatt's head to where her breasts were hanging over his face. "But I wouldn't mind if you sucked on mine..."

Looking dead into the tips of her plump nipples that poked directly at him, with nubs perfecting for latching on, Wyatt had never thought of it that way. Sucking on a woman's breasts? Somehow, with his newfound vitality, there was an enormous appeal. He only had to lean his head slightly forward to seize on the idea, and taste what looked to be the most heavenly thing he could put in his mouth.

"Well... okay..." He nervously paddled, before hesitantly wrapping his lips around her nub.

A heavy breath and cry from Christi showed him just how sensitive they were to her. The plucky feeling of the nub along his lips, and the mushiness as he wiggled it with his tongue, gave him a particular enjoyment. Above him, Christi heaved and hawed in pleasurable ways as he enjoyed her tit, suckling like an eager babe and fondling like the most perverse of them. Her breasts were moved all around, both from his salacious tongue and his wandering hands. Soon both tits were glistening with his saliva as he licked their flesh and sucked on their nipples. Wyatt even grew bold enough to nibble ever so slightly with his teeth.

"Eeiiiii, hey!" Christi pulled back, a red blush consuming her face, as she grabbed at her breasts. "Easy now... some girls may like that... but... not right now for me."

"Some girls? Not right now?" Wyatt looked perplexed, as he felt her fit abdomen along the space above her navel. "How would I know if, or when?"

Stammering, Christi really couldn't say. "It's, uhh... yeah, I don't really know... you sort of have to feel it out."

"So, you are not mad?"

"No... you get a pass." She unbuttoned her jeans. Then, the ever so complicated dance occurred above Wyatt, as she attempted to slip her pants down while being on top with no help. She struggled and fought with the denim, as it ever so slowly fell off.

"Do you need help?"

"No, no... you are in no condition..." Christi excused him from the duty of disrobing her.

"But I'm in condition to do this?" he smirked.

"Shush you."

"Better hurry before for those other nurses to get back and see your hypocrisy." He felt along her hip which was accessible to him.

"Oh, so now we are getting a head?" She finally won the war with her pants, throwing them aggressively on the floor. Requiem stirred at just how hard she threw them, looking over at the bed before huffing loudly again. "You, quiet over there, too, mister!" Christi wagged her finger at Requiem.

"Just giving you a hard time..." Though he was skeptical of just how bedridden he was. All this sex made him feel a bit energetic.

Reaching down under the covers, Christi grabbed Wyatt's hard cock and looked at him vivaciously.

"This is the only hard time I want you to give me," she said, as she stroked him, once more egging him on.

"Well, fine then."

Grabbing her shoulder, Wyatt surprised the eager nurse and pushed her on her back against the bed. With newfound energy and vitality, he wrestled her for the top spot, hanging over her dominantly. The wires connected to his fingers to monitor his pulse were a bit complicated, and the beeping was rather unromantic. But as he loomed above her, his typically humble face had a confident smirk upon it, and eyes eager to devour her.

"Wyatt... you need to not push yourself..." She wiggled, but made no moves to take back control.

"You shush now." He dove in, kissing her neck, chest, and breasts, and running his tongue along her stomach to where he intended to, yet again, sow his seeds.

"You seem to be getting confident in your new shoes..." she groaned, as his tongue traced around her belly button and went lower. "Oh my god..." she whined, feeling her panties being pulled off of her.

Meeting her moist slit once again, Wyatt smiled. He hadn't gotten enough of a chance to look at it last time, and he certainly took the opportunity this time.

"Hey... you are going to make a woman self-conscious..." She looked off to the window.

"It's just a beautiful sight."

"Stop being so sweet... you are going to make me jealous."

"Huh?"

"Just nothing...."

Wyatt wasn't convinced it was just nothing, but for right then, he had a sole purpose and desire. He began to make his way up her body, the same way he came down, with kisses along her stomach and breasts. But soon, a hand pushed his head down, Wyatt unsure what Christi was doing.

"Kiss it."

"Kiss... it?"

"My pussy... kiss it."

He looked down again, warm folds, and shaved bare where a patch of hair used to exist when they first had sex.

"Is that..."

"Normal?"

"Yeah..."

"Yes... I mean, you breeders certainly have no need to do it... but it feels amazing for us girls."

All Wyatt could remember was Doctor Caldwell saying that the female orgasm was unnecessary for reproduction.

"We even do it to each other," Christi added.

It was then Wyatt's turn to blush.

"What? You didn't realize we did that, huh?" She had a devious grin.

"No... I..." He came face to face with her cunt, looking at it intently. "I guess that is how you all have been getting by."

Christi, remembering their first conversation just a mere six days ago, smiled. "Among other things..." She winked.

Wyatt didn't want to know at that time, he simply wanted to try all the things. So, without much more hesitation, he dove in, nose first into her slit. His nose first parted her folds, rubbing along her pink sex before his mouth began to lay kisses along her labia.

"Ohhhh, Wyyyatt...." She clasped his hair, as the curious boy toyed with her bits orally. Her legs writhed beneath him as he took his time exploring, the first such slit his tongue had ventured to.

With a peck and a playful lick, he came up for air and questions. "So... girls like this from a guy?"

"Oh yeah..." Her laden breaths hardly permitted her a response.

"So, if I do this to them, they will be willing to let me breed them?"

Christi laughed, her pussy kissing his lips in turn as she did so. "Wyatt... if they are letting you do this, I am pretty sure they are down for anything."

"Hmmm," he contemplated, his wet mouth hovering above her folds as he looked deep into her pussy.

"Hey, stay with me, Wyatt." She snapped her fingers, pulling on his arm to bring him upwards. "You... you can fuck me again... I want to feel it." She wiped his mouth of her juices, as she opened her legs even wider.

Wyatt, who normally was not perceptive, could tell how much she meant it. As he placed himself between her legs, positioning his cock against her slippery womanhood, he looked down at her with a smile. Ever so casually, he pushed in, to heavy sighs from his nurse friend as he pulled himself up her body, to rest his cock inside. She would pull her legs open wider, just to try to get some relief from the pressure. If he was there regularly to fuck her, he would eventually open her up enough for it not to feel like a stretch. But, with their lot in life... she couldn't count on feeling his cock again, not until she bore his child.

"Ohh... Wyatt..." she moaned, as he thrust, keeping atop her as he watched her breasts jiggle.

Back and forth, he drove into her, remembering what she had told him last time— harder, faster, deeper. He kept up the tempo. Back and forth, despite strained breaths or weariness from his injuries, he kept up the pace. All until she came. It was a gift he wanted to give to her. Two for two with Christi. Being his first, he figured, despite Doctor Caldwell's best advice, that she deserved the orgasm. In a strange boy-logic, it was like a medal that he was giving to her.

Beneath her breeder, Christi melted through her climax. Her body was like mush in the hospital bed, as the soothing beeps matched his pace as she slowed. He elongated his thrusts, feeling her limits while coaxing himself through. The reward at the end, was that same full feeling she had gotten from him days before. His ropes shot into her cervix to do their deed inside her womb. She couldn't quite say that many girls got the chance to be double stuffed by the same breeder. Given Wyatt's disposition, she wanted to be sure he left her fertilized.

"Wyatt..." She lifted her head, kissing him.

The door came open, slamming against the wall. Requiem growled as a doctor entered the room.

"Hey... what are you doing with my patient?" It was a man doctor, obviously not understanding any of it.

"Eek!" Christi covered herself, embarrassed by her nakedness.

"Aren't you a nurse here... what is your name... Catie?" The doctor looked pissed; his eyes dead serious.

"Uh... uhh... well, you..."

"Requiem..." Wyatt put it simply. No need to be specific between Master and Anima.

The massive, dire, wolf-like Anima rose to his paws, pacing across the room with a low growl and bared teeth towards the doctor. The doctor's eyes filled with fear and his mouth gaped, as he held the clipboard up to protect himself.

"Do not interfere. I am exercising my right as a breeder as part of Code Five-point-two of the Corvusian Population Act." An unusual sternness came from Wyatt. The usually kind country boy sounded possessive and angry. To illustrate his point, he pushed Christi back down on the bed, making it look like it was he, who drove her to this, as he recited the lines he was taught during his classes.

"Uh... yeah... right... it is... it is your right." He backed away from Requiem, who advanced slowly like a predator. "Just... let me know when you are ready and we can talk about your, uh... condition." He found himself at the door, backing into the frame, which startled him.

"I will..." Wyatt glared, holding Christi's shoulder down.

"Might I say, though, you need to take it easy... you are still—"

An aggressive chop and growl from Requiem silenced him and hastened his retreat from the room. Requiem lay down where he stood, watching the door for any more intrusion.

"Sorry... Christi." He slowly let his hand release her.

Blushing beneath him, the woman lost her breath again.

"Wow... that was really hot. I didn't think you had it in you."

"What... what was hot?"

"Holding me down... your monster Anima fending off those who opposed... telling him it was your right."

Wyatt looked at her blankly, beyond confused.

"But, that's all so forceful."

"Yeah... but it was kind of hot. The confidence made me want to get more." She wiggled her lower half, his cock still inside of her. Having already cum though, he was a bit over-sensitive, leaving her with a plop and rolling to his side.

"I am so confused. Being nice is hot. Trying is hot. But forcing and possessing is hot, too?"

Tracing Wyatt's chest, the older girl giggled. "Women are complex... different strokes."

"Now, I have no idea what to do out there."

"Somehow, I think you'll figure it out."

The pair laughed, finished her SEEDEX entry, and enjoyed the last few moments of each other's company.

A DAY LATER

Doctor Better: I have advised Doctor Clemente to expect a shortage of nurses in about six to nine months. Between you, Rudeth, and Percival, you ran through most of the hospital wing's worth. Of course, I see, here, Nurse Christi on your list. Why did you have to go and do that? WHO WILL BRING ME COFFEE IN THE MORNING?!

Wyatt got a good chuckle out of his first message back from his handler, Doctor Better, on his SEEDEX.

"So, they are letting you go?" Percival asked, still laid out in a hospital bed, who looked rather disappointed as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. He had a bunch of bandages from where a large beam had landed on top of him, but other than that, he was fine.

"Yeah, doc said I was all healed up and could head out when I was ready."

A whine and a hiss came from the oversized Requiem, and a horn-covered Terragon near the door of Percival's room. Percival's Terragon had undergone a similar Genetica enhancement, though, instead of extra-large, it had become extra spikey. Bumps and taps echoed along the door and wall, as the faint outline of numerous female nurses could be seen beyond the frosted windows.

"Man, Wyatt... they haven't left me alone since I woke up. The first nurse that saw me got naked so fast, once she read my chart, I hardly knew what hit me 'til I came inside of her."

"Damn, dude... that sounds... awful?" Wyatt smirked, listening to Percival's unique breeder problems. "Was she pretty, at least?"

Percival blushed, a faint 'heh' laugh escaping him.

"Well... don't let them suck you too dry. There are lots of girls out there."

"Would you ladies leave my patients alone! Begone, all of you!" The muffled voice of the very annoyed doctor could be heard beyond the wall, as the disappointed ladies dispersed and went back on their rounds.

Requiem tilted his head to the side, as he heard the doctor on the other side of the door. Perhaps, the Anima had the wrong idea due to his last encounter that Doctor Clemente was a bad man. He was just doing his job.

"Where are you going to go first?"

"Probably back home, man... get everything in order and make sure my grandmother and sister are okay. They are not going to be happy with me leaving..."

"Right..."

"You?"

"Oh... I don't know. Who knows when they let me leave."

Wyatt grabbed his chart next to his bed, flipping through the medical mumbo jumbo typed all along it.

"I'm no doctor, but I think you'll be fine, just a little banged up."

"Wyatt..."

"Yeah, dude?"

"I am anxious about all of this." The timid and more bookish boy nervously looked at his friend, cowering amidst impending judgment of his manhood.

"Me too," Wyatt reassured him, crossing his arms and watching the shadows of nurses pass the room slowly.

Percival seemed surprised to hear Wyatt say that. The farm boy had an outdoorsy and adventurous look to him, but Percival was reminded also of his humility and love for family.

"I cannot go home, at least, not right away," Percival admitted, looking out the exterior window.

"Why?"

"I don't know what my parents will think."

"Parents?" Wyatt emphasized the plurality.

"Yeah. They've been married since before I was born. They called on a breeder to... ya know."

"Wow."

"You didn't have a dad, right?"

"No... I don't think it was super expected. Breeder just happened to be in town."

"What about your sister?"

"Same thing... different breeder fathered her."

"Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about. All seems normal to me. In fact, you having a father is pretty abnormal."

"I guess so."

"But all of that bein' said, why are you worried about what your parents will think?"

"They are the academic type. Probably expect me to go to college."

"That makes sense. But this is a pretty big deal."

"I don't know. So are their plans."

Parents certainly have their aspirations for their children, Wyatt reflected; sometimes for good and bad.

"Well, if you need a place to crash after you're out, drop on by the farm in Whicketsham."

"Sure thing, man."

"All right, dude... take care of yourself. And... don't be afraid of these ladies... they are really pretty soft in the end."

"I've felt that," Percival chuckled.

Finally, out of the hospital, outside in the fresh air, Wyatt had a bright smile on his face. What was better, was that CABRI had decided to forgo the rest of the classes for him, since there was no teacher or classmates in a condition to continue— they cut him loose early. That meant... he could go home, and, at least, sort out his affairs.

Looking up at the looming glass tower and the egg-shaped monolith in front of it, that was the Camelot Advanced Biological Research Institute, he reflected on his time there. Seven days after his arrival, since he was given the fateful news that he had been cured, he was on his way. Coming here, he thought it would be a short trip and a return to farm life. But, after what he had learned and experienced, he knew he couldn't go back.

The excitement for his Anima Adventure, one that he hadn't expected to have, was settling in. Requiem, as large and intimidating as he had become, was by his side. People looked at him differently, not because they knew he was a breeder, they didn't, but because he was a trainer. He had power. That power scared him.

He still felt a bit stiff. Though, it was not from his injuries, from that he was healing quite well. Instead, his bouts with various nurses at the hospital had left him aching, and feeling a bit empty in the sack. After Marisa and a second round with Christi, he was sure to find nurse Sheri to give her a bit of what she had missed out on. She was rather appreciative, even tearing up after the deed was done before thanking him.

So many of these women had dreamed about being mothers. Here, out in town, he could see why. There was media everywhere, depicting mothers as the paragons of society. Shops dedicated to maternity clothes, soap operas starring pregnant women playing on café TVs, and numerous PSAs on interspersed displays about motherhood. The influence was saturated.

Despite all of that, running into a breeder, who would notice them, seemed to be a rare thing. Surely, there were a few of them running around. But the influence for women to become mothers far outweighed the breeders to go around. When he left CABRI, it was said his class was the largest ever... was... before Team Purity killed half of them.

Wyatt found himself looking over his shoulder quite a bit, wondering if they were out there. A few had seen him; they knew who he was. But here, he had Requiem, a virtual monster next to him. Even strangers feared him passing him in the streets. He wondered though, if that fear factor would hurt his chances of luring girls in.

"Three of seven," he muttered, looking at his SEEDEX and his quota for the week. It didn't seem too bad, a girl a day basically. With only one day under his belt, he was well ahead of the game and could put some in the bank to have a few days off. Beyond being ahead of the quota, his breeding bonuses were already pretty nice. More money than he made on the farm, that was for sure. Camelot had a lot to offer to spend it on, too.

The city, itself, was pretty amazing. Since it was just up the road from Wicketsham, he would come here every so often with his sister, to either buy supplies or visit. He recalled how much he still had not seen. While his sister loved to go to the pier, see the carnival there, or visit the small outdoor mall to look at dresses, Wyatt was curious about a lot of other things. There was the Anima Review, a showcase held every month as a sort of pageant for Anima. He had seen one once before... he always wondered about bringing a Dairydoe to one, giving them all a good country show.

"Oh! Sorry!" Wyatt caught himself, as he paid little attention to where he was going. A slight bump and an apology later, he realized he had nearly knocked over a girl.

It seemed like a new world to Wyatt. Where once he would have just apologized and moved on, he stood in place, captivated by the sight of an auburn-haired beauty trailed by a Petaurilus, a flying squirrel-like Anima, gliding into her hand. Captivated for a moment, Wyatt did not know what to say to her, lost in her beauty.

For all intents and purposes, she was an average girl, about his age, with wide green eyes and a long auburn braid.

"Uh... no, no... I am sorry... I have to go." She awkwardly looked at the boy, who gawked at her for an intensely long time.

"Bye..." Wyatt had to stare, watching her trail off as her neat ass swayed beneath a long skirt. The tingle of temptation struck him, but looking at the sun creeping toward the sky, he knew he had to make for home if he had a chance of getting there before dark. The girls of Camelot would have to wait for his return.

Heading south through the city, the shrieking of the bullet train sent a breeze across him as he walked south toward Route 485. He was a bit envious... young trainers were not allowed to use the train, except for a short list of official reasons. Why? It would make the youth of today too lazy. While he appreciated a good walk, it was going to be a long hike after all he had been through.

As he made for the edge of town, one thing did catch his eye, one thing he knew he wanted to come back for. The Camelot Anima Raid. The one place trainers serious about battling Anima, and getting serious about becoming powerful, came. If Wyatt ever was to have a chance to defend himself and get revenge on Team Purity... he would need to grow strong. These arenas... besides from being competitive events set up all across Corvusia, were a way to train and hone his skills as a trainer. On a more symbolic note, they were representative of the major battles the first trainers had to endure post-war to clear the green zone of feral beasts and rebuild society.

"How about it, bud... when we come back through here... we will make a stop at this arena... and challenge it."

Requiem made an odd and curious whine.

"I know bud... I'm trying to get us into this, it's not what we wanted. But we will make the best of it." He ruffled his Anima's fur.

Stepping off, one foot and one large paw forward, they made south for Wicketsham. On the way out of the city, they admired all the Anima they came across. All types and sizes, kept as pets or laborers, went about their lives right beside their human companions. For someone who had thought their life would not go beyond the family farm, he had a new perspective on everything, most of all, the girls.

"Grandma and Hannah are not going to be too happy that we have to leave, Requiem," he said, as he kicked a rock down the asphalt. "We'll have to make it up to them before we go. The money alone from this job should be enough... maybe they can move here and just get a flat." He imagined Hannah would like that, despite Wicketsham having always been their home.

At the city limits, the mouth of Route 485, the busy town of citizens and their Anima made their way to the checkpoint leaving town. Armed soldiers, dressed in black beside three imposing Anima, armed with their own weapons. Phalanxus were military-type Anima, they looked to be about seven feet tall and were often given weapons to carry in combat— genetically engineered biological weapons of war.

"Looks like security is tight after the attack," Wyatt muttered to his Anima friend, as they approached. The soldiers were scanning the apps of trainers and travelers alike, as they entered and exited the town.

One such soldier looked over at the approaching trainer and his extra-large Noccanis, his surprised look followed by a swift pat on his partner's shoulder.

Clutching their rifles, and their uncanny-looking Phalanxus above them shifting their own focus, they held out a palm to halt Wyatt and Requiem.

"Trainer pass, please," he said as firmly as he could, while eyeing the imposing trainer and Anima.

"Uh, yeah sure, no issue." Wyatt could sense the tenseness. He pulled open the app and showed them his pass and barcode. With a quick chime, it was scanned, and the soldiers shared a low murmur amongst themselves.

"Oh, shit yeah." One could be heard saying.

"All right, you are good, man." They then smiled at him, looking at him in a knowing way.

"Yeah... thanks." Wyatt felt a bit awkward around these guys.

"There's a few cute ones up ahead if you are quick." They all smiled at him.

His pass must tell them he is a breeder. He thought Caldwell had said something about being discreet.

"Yeah... uh, thanks." He nodded before passing down the road.

"Get 'er done!" another jested loudly; some other trainers looking at Wyatt peculiarly as they stood in line.

"C'mon, Req... let's get out of there before we draw unwanted attention."

"Baaawoof."

In a common mindset, they quickly paced down the route towards home.
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