Chapter Three
	The walk with Waylon to the production room had felt long and awkward. The dragon carried the tubes and machine that she had just been hooked up to, now thankfully turned completely off. She walked bow legged, the tubes still inserted into her, rubbing against the raw skin. Rose’s head had been filled with a plethora of questions for him, but her body was completely exhausted. He nearly carried her the entire way there. And while his touch was gentle, it was clear he was angry. His body stiffened any time she stumbled, or paused to rest. She knew what he was capable of, and actually feared for Daphne. The small coyote had made her scream in pain as he raped her; Rose could only imagine how much pain the ferret girl would be in if Waylon did such things to her.
	When the two finally reached the production room, Rose saw what she never could have imagined. The room was large, and filled with animals big and small, mostly young men and women, all hooked up to the same machine she was. A small space between a squirrel girl and a small chipmunk had been left open, assumingly for her. Waylon led her to the spot.	
	“I’m sorry the walk was so painful. Normally the Professor hooks people up while they are tranquilized, then they are escorted here to begin producing. Daphne’s little escapade to get more out of you made things difficult – and painful- on you. Thompson believes he has bought you a bit of rest, though.” Waylon guided her body into the space. “I hate to hook you up in chains again, but it is the most comfortable position right now. Just relax and let your body hang there. The Professor has perfected these chains to be the most comfortable they can be, allowing people to… produce most effectively at all times.” Waylon’s jaw was clenched as he spoke. Rose allowed him to chain her, too tired to even squirm away. She glanced up at the chipmunk beside her. The small girl was sleeping, but from the jerks in her legs and the quiet hum of the vibrator, Rose could tell she was still producing. It was as Professor Thompson said; a lifetime of sex. She began to cry.
	Waylon wiped away the tears, holding her face in his hands. He leaned in close, gently kissing her forehead in an attempt to console her. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered over and over again. 
	Rose looked up, and stared into his eyes. She mustered her strength, and said as loudly and firmly as she could. “Get me home, Waylon.”
	The dragon stared back at her. 
		“I will, Rose.”
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	Lord Mayriel paced impatiently about his chambers, claws clicking loudly on the marbled floor. His long, snow leopard tail twitched impatiently. Daphne stood, bowing before him. In her hand, she carried the white juices of the rat girl, still warm in its plastic tube.
	“My Lord, this girl is strong. She was only violated by one. She will provide the best quality; the quality we need to really make a breakthrough in our efforts to return feral animals to the world!”
	“We? What do you mean, ‘we’?” Mayriel stopped in the middle of the room. He turned to face her. “You are merely a pawn in this research, girl. A tool that I use to get what I want. You’ll receive no credit for what I discover.”
	“Fine, say it how you like, my lord. I still brought back the perfect girl, not like those man whores that Simon brought back. They probably have a bunch of… diseases and shit.”
	“That is what this is about - your competitive thing against Simon? Honestly, you make an awful case for it. ‘a bunch of diseases and shit’?” Mayriel shook his head. “You can do better than that, girl.”
	“You know what I mean, my lord. He brought back shitty producers. My girls are all clean. And this,” she held up the tube of juices. “This is the freshest shit we have so far from them, in enough quantity that we – you – can actually make something from!”
	“Thompson already told me what you did to that girl. How you rushed the product. You know as well as I do that rushed product never works as well as the stuff gradually collected.”
	“Will you just try this? I’m sure it will work!”
	Mayriel walked up to her, taking the tube from her paws. His whiskers twitched with anticipation.
	“Very well. Let us see just how well your product works.” He tilted the tube up to the light, admiring its contents. “And should it not work, little one, we’ll have to procure something even fresher.” He tilted his head, looking hard at the ferret girl, his green eyes penetrating into her.
	“This will work.” Daphne muttered, her voice cracking just slightly. She was still sore from Thompson’s punishment, and knew she couldn’t handle another from Mayriel.
	The snow leopard walked over to a small glass box. On one side was a compartment for the tube of cum. On the other, a compartment labeled semen. 
	“Fetch me a suitable vile of rat semen. Let’s make ourselves a rodent.” Mayriel smiled. “I do love a good game of cat and mouse.”
	Daphne rolled her eyes and left.
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	“I saw that lizard guy bring you in. You were awake.”
	Rose snapped awake. She had been dozing off, trying to take Waylon’s advice and rest. It was nearly impossible. The soft moans coming from the fifty-some people in the room with her kept her from falling into a deep sleep. She had been chained for what felt like hours, and only been asleep for a few minutes before the voice jarred her rest.
	“Normally the people that come in here are asleep. And it’s never that lizard guy. It’s always the little annoying hyena, Gerald. When I met Gerome, I thought he was pervy. But Gerald is even worse. And we’re already naked when he gets us. Ew.” It was the chipmunk next to her talking.
	“My name is Mindy. We were taken together, remember? I remember. We were in the library, right before closing hours, you know? I was in the checkout line, right behind you. No one saw that chick coming, but she was just, like, there, right? And then I was here. I don’t even know. At first I was scared, but they put some many drugs or something in me that I don’t even care. Now I’m just enjoying the ride, you know? I only had sex once before, with some guy from like, the big city or something, but so far this feels pretty good. The last time it was like… two minutes and I swear I didn’t feel a thing. I like this though. Do you like it, you know, does it feel like, amazing?”
	Rose looked up at the strange girl. The chipmunk – Mindy- was still producing. She could see the cum slowly draining from her pussy. It filled up a set of tubes at her feet. She continued to chatter as Rose watched the cum drip from the girl. It was strange actually seeing it come out of her.
	“Hello? Are you there? Did they put you on even more drugs or what?” Mindy prattled on impatient. Rose tuned her out, instead looking around the rest of the room.
	There were several types of animals about the room, a variety of canines and felines, with a few more wilder beasts. There were three males in front of her; a muscular black bear, a tall moose, and a fairly attractive looking buck. All of the men were well hung, their arousal peaking every ten minutes or so, showing their full length. The size of them made her blush. She realized Waylon wasn’t the only well hung man around. 
	Thinking of Waylon made her wonder if he would, or could, keep his word about getting her out of here. The thought of being bred like animals, even if it was to create an extinct life form, disgusted and terrified her. 
	She hoped she wouldn’t be here long.
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	The small box shook with energy as Lord Mayriel turned the knob for the juices to combine. They rushed into the box, pooling at the bottom. 
	“And now time to add Thompson’s special little concoction.” He poured a thin vile with a strange blue substance in with the cum. There was a bubbling sound as the three substances mixed together, forming a small white and blue lump in the box. The lump grew to the size of a feral rat, and slowly began to morph.
	“It’s working!” Daphne exclaimed, eyes widening at the results. She saw Lord Mayriel smile.
	“None of the other experiments took so quickly to each other. They took days to form. But this; this is incredible. Perhaps the living orgasm that spawns from this will live longer than the others.”	
	“It will, my lord. I’m sure of it.”	
	Mayriel turned to the small ferret girl, pulling her in front of him. They both stared hard at the box, watching the lump form into the shape of a head and tail. The feet came next, small pink toes growing one at a time off the body. Soon, it appeared to be a naked rat as the fur developed. Small patches of brown and white fur popped up, covering the rat’s body. Within minutes, a small rat stood in the box, his nose twitching and his whiskers frantically feeling around the box.	
	“You finally brought me something worth making, girl.” Mayriel whispered, his claws running down the front of her stomach. She was enraptured by the creature in the box, not used to seeing the raw animal life form before her.
	“So this is it, then? All we need to do is find virgins? That is the key to making the animals?”
	“It appears so. The unsullied cum of a virgin seems to work best with the forming of these animals.” Mayriel slid his paw down her pants, playing with the fur on her pussy. She was still watching the rat, not even realizing what he was doing.
	“So all I have to do is get a bunch of people from libraries and comic book stores. Perfect.” Daphne’s eyes sparkled as she thought of the realm of possibilities.
	“Exactly. But we shouldn’t waste the others either. They can still provide some fun.”
	“Fun? What do you mean…” Daphne asked, but her question was lost as Lord Mayriel flipped her on her back.
	“Seeing you create this creature, even just a simple rat, drove me crazy.” He placed his paws on her chest, holding the small ferret girl down. “We both know you wouldn’t make a good ferret, considering how many cocks have been in you, right girl?” Daphne lay speechless on the ground. “Well I do know just how many have been in you. I’d like to add one more to that number.” He took a single claw and slid it down her blouse, ripping the thin fabric off her body. He exposed her still sore nipples to the room, and grinned. “I see why everyone likes to take advantage of you girl. You are beautiful. And you love your job, so I know you wouldn’t want to do anything to risk that. Something like refusing me.”
	Daphne trembled as she began to see just how much of a pawn she really was. He, and any of the others working for him, really could do whatever they wanted to her, and she had little option to deny them. She felt as if she was chained like one of the producers.
	Mayriel put his muzzle to her breasts, tickling one nipple with his long whiskers while suckling on the other. His rough cat tongue working around and around the bright pink nipple, feeling it rise as he worked. With his paws, he reached down, pulling off her pants. He worked his thumb over her clit, feeling her legs jerk with pleasure. With his other paw, he worked the folds of her pussy, squeezing her lips together. She whimpered, but did not squirm away. While most people she would fight off, preferring to be the dominant one herself, she knew not to upset Mayriel. Physically, he owned her. She wondered how much he owned her mind as well.
	He shoved his fingers into her hole, extending his claws just enough to prick the soft insides of her pussy. She yelped as the tender skin was ripped.
	“Don’t move, little ferret. We wouldn’t want to seriously hurt you, now would we?”
	Daphne froze, closing her eyes to try and shut out his torment. Thompson was truly a gentle soul, she realized. He didn’t know how to torment a person, even someone he was raping. Mayriel did.
	“Please, my lord. Don’t.” She begged him, feeling degraded. Mayriel grinned, showing two sharp white fangs. 
	“You do such awful things to the people around you, Daphne. Someone has to punish you. Someone has to give to you what you deserve. Someone has to take it. I intend to do so myself.”
	Mayriel shifted position, mounting Daphne and undoing his pants. He moved his member up and down her pussy, letting his precum soften her lips. He pushed himself down into her, hard. His barbed member scraped against her, her pain filled cries only hardening him further. He pumped into her, holding onto her thighs to be sure his entire cock went into her body. He purred with pleasure as Daphne’s eyes filled with tears. He pounded her, balls slapping against her wet pussy. Within moments, he moved to her tail hole, pushing inside of her as deeply as he could. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her against him as he pummeled her tight hole. He forced her mouth open, kissing her lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She did not kiss him back.
	Reaching his peak, he pulled out, grabbing her head and shoving it down his cock. His cum exploded into her mouth.	
	“Now clean it up, girl. Don’t want a mess on my new carpet.” She swallowed his thick and salty cum in her mouth. Horrified, she licked the head, lapping up every bit of him. He pulled her back up, and brought her to his face, giving her a final kiss before tossing her back on the ground. He pulled his pants up and walked over to the box the rat was in.
	The glass was shattered in the corner, and the rat was gone.