“Andria Furmar? This way please.”

Bright and eager, the slinky stoat broke off from the gaggle of other women. Far as anyone could see, she was just one more excited colonist, undergoing onboarding for the maiden flight of Genesis II, the first in a new wave of expansion for the republic. Dressed sharp in last season’s fashion, paired plain with her winter time white fur, she fit in with the others without raising an eye.

In truth however, the eager mustelid was there with a different mission to just starting a new life on a new world. Ever since Seed Enterprises had won a contract for colony ships, they’d been making some rather outlandish claims, ones which had government agencies peeking a little closer into the well connected, and protected, private firm.

Only one ship per planet, no need for additional flights, minimum crew berths, and no special expertise needed for female candidates. All individually raising a few tails, but together screaming a waste of public money on some corporate scam. Unfortunately the CEO of the company just so happened to have a few sweetheart deals with parts of the government, and every inspection of the Genesis fleet had been shut down the moment officials got word of it. But they couldn’t stop a ‘Concerned citizen’ reporting on what she saw. It wouldn’t take long to snoop around, make a call to a few friends in the system defence fleet, and be back to her job before the ship even left the gravity well.

“Yes that’s me,” She gave a chipper smile and bounced along behind the silver cat that had been the guide for the female colonists. They’d seen very little of Genesis II so far, gleaming white corridors with plastic plants and retro-smooth curves, all very “What a hack movie maker thinks the future is”. Men and women had been separated, supposedly because they had different accommodation spaces, and the women’s tour had headed straight for the Recreation Deck. One by one, their guide had been calling them each out to show them their own, personalised, recreation booth, something that had been a headline article in the brochure.

She entered something like an arcade, rows of machines, lounging space, ambient lighting, all it was missing was maybe a few cheeky pictures or two and you could mistake it for a burlesque club.

“Alright, this is your booth, please put all your belongings in the overhead bin,” her feline guide had stopped in front of one of the machines, something she’d mistake at first for some oversized gaming cabinet.

“Sorry,” she stopped to look in disbelief, already noting the absence of the six women who had come before her, “you want me to what?”

Plastic face not creasing, her guide pressed a hidden button above head height on the rectangular, white, column, causing a dramatic transformation to take place. With the release of gas seals, and a gentle whir of well greased mechanisms, the cabinet opened to reveal a hopper overhead, reminiscent of the ones on aerial flight vehicles, and also a compact and cosy interior, with padded recliner chair (which slid out invitingly for her) and the surround media screen from the advertisement.

“Well you won’t want to get your dress wet. Every personalised recreation booth comes with a built in hot-tub and grooming feature.”

“Well, um, I’m not really in the mood for a… bath, right now, maybe later I could-” Her protest started, and was quickly drowned out.

“Don’t be shy, we’re all big girls here. And we need to finish the calibrations on everyone’s pod before we reach the jump point. Please, go right ahead, you’ll love it once you’re installed.”

“This can’t be the most efficient use of space,” Andria groused, feeling her resistance melt as she shed a few layers, “a personalised hot-tub-stroke-entertainment system for everyone, I mean. That has to use a lot of room on the ship.”

Tittering, and helping speed along the process, the guide cheerfully told her, “R&D thought so too at first, but testing showed that group R&R facilities made for a less enjoyable and less effective experience for the participants. Now, I’ll get these stowed while you pop yourself into the chair, and we can get you situated properly."

Shooting a few disbelieving looks, and trying not to show off the “goods”, Andria slid into the remarkably comfortable seat. The squishy texture moulded pleasantly about her svelte figure, and she was surprised to find it was self heated to a comfortable body temperature. At least the investigation would have some perks, she smiled, just in time for a set of cuffs to slip about her ankles, and her shocked cry of "What the-" to be lost, as the chair slotted into the cubicle, which sealed tight behind her.

Well, not quite behind her, she was tilted forward, onto yet more padding, leaving her bent at a right angle, with her front laying on the supportive foam, and the seat cupping her back and keeping her legs straight and spread slightly. A hiss came, and a breeze about her bottom let her know that her rear was outside, and on display.

"What's the big idea!? Help!" She screamed several times till she felt light headed, but all sound was lost, swallowed by the comfortably warm and padded device she was inside. The entertainment system kicked in, playing the same Seed Enterprises promotional information as before. A soft light filled the clean interior, all outside contact lost as finally even her rump was covered up.

Smiling benignly, the tour guide watched as the airtight seals on the access hatch did their work, the fluffy white behind with it’s wriggling, held-up tail, vanishing between plastic panels for later. She turned away from the rows of identical pods, checking her tablet again.

“Alright, Charon West? Could you come with me please?”

***

Inside her pristine plastic sarcophagus, the stoat thrashed and writhed, but found even her species’ famous flexibility was no match for the immaculately designed device. Soon she settled, furious, fuming, but without anything to take it out on. Her arms were still free, and she could tap the screens to change the program, or start a variety of bland video games, but no-where was there a release button, or a panic service, or anything else that might get her someone to complain to.

After what must have been at least an hour, she was starting to drift off, when a sharp prick at her inner thigh had her yelp and wriggle to see what had happened. A robotic arm, artfully hidden in the footwell, delivered a payload into her restrained leg, a slow heat started to build in her from the delivery site.

The hiss of moving parts came again, and a sudden draught at her bum told her she was out on display again, just in time for a blunt, warm object, to slide along her exposed cheeks.

"Wha- Hey!" She called, her eyes wide as she looked around the cubicle, searching for anything to explain what was happening, but there was nothing, just the screens playing a junk movie, and the pressing, spongy thing that worked itself down to her uncovered vagina.

Her eyes bulged, as the unmistakable sensation of a thick cock started to fill her, and she realised, whatever else was going to happen, she was about to be fucked.

Her scream of rage and indignation was ignored, and as she struggled, the chair moved, tilting her rear, so the invading member could slide even deeper inside. The feeling, in the confined space, was impossible to miss, and the instant the stranger slid his cock inside of her cunt, a thick and full sensation took hold of her mind. With her body hanging just so, it was pressing against a part of her insides which instantly began sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body. Her objections forgotten, as the hard organ moved backwards, the feeling of it sliding against that spot left her body shivering, and a moan left her lips.

Her brain spun, she couldn't believe what was happening, no, didn't want to believe it, but her body had no such objections. Even if she tried to tighten the muscles of her loins, the moment the man had pushed inside, her walls were trembling, sending a very different, sensual message. His return push, deep into her core, brought her voice rising, as he pressed so deliciously inside her, the rubbing and the thrusting were almost too much for her body to bare. A squirming stoat in the sealed box, it seemed like no time at all, until a familiar feeling started to creep up her belly, a pressure that was leaving her mind a stuttered mess.

"Ooooh gods!" Her voice groaned, muffled even to her own ears, the feeling inside her growing, her muscles beginning their spasming, the sudden realisation that she was falling apart already! Her mind whirled, who was this man, who'd not exchanged a single word, and was causing her body, after mere moments, to tumble into a huge orgasm!

The chair rumbled, the guy giving a few hard strokes, pushing her firmly into the foam and taking her breath, and before she could gather herself, the pumping began. As she came hard around his dick, he dumped thick ropes of semen into her soaking tunnel, stretching her even wider and making her gasp as the pleasure hit, the stimulation coming in an avalanche that washed away the thoughts in her mind, leaving her a shivering wreck.

When she came too, he was already pulling backwards, dragging his wet dick from her pussy, a glob of spunk slopped from the opening and mussed up her fur. Gasping, trying to get her mind about her, the surrounding devices sealed her in again, yet more hidden robotics rubbed at her rump, leaving her squeaky clean in moments.

“So that’s it, is it?” Andria mumbled out loud, mind slowing coming down from the unnaturally powerful orgasm, “Some sort of illegal prostitution ring. Get a bunch of girls on board and lease them out. Well we’ll see about that when I get out.”

Her promises of revenge only grew, as she saw a notification in the corner of the screen, cheerfully letting her know her first client had rated her four out of five Hearts, and encouraging her to do her best.

“Oh you cannot be serious!”

But she had little time to suffer the indignity on having her sexual skills evaluated by some guy she couldn’t even see, as before long the panel hissed open again, and yet another hot, blunt head, poked her right on her boiling nethers.

Client number two must have been some kind of equine, as she practically squealed feeling that flat flare bludgeon her open. Consciously she was sure she should be in pain, as the girthy head went in dry, but in reality it parted her like a velvet glove, her body more than self-lubricated by her chemically induced heat. In fact, every slick millimetre of her was sending sparks of pleasure shooting up into her brain, dragging her even faster towards an unwanted climax than her last ‘Client’.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, please, stop. N-nhu not agai-Ghn!” Her whole slender body convulsed, squirming like a furry snake as lightning shut her brain off for the next few seconds.

Splurt, splurt, splash. Pop.

The cock was gone, and so was her breath. Seconds later the panel closed up again, she was cleaned again, and she was able to think again.

[ Four out of five hearts ]

For hours she endured cock after cock, orgasm after orgasm. Penises of all shapes and sizes, fittingly snugly in her and ignoring anything she had to say about it. She was just a hole in a wall, a pussy on demand for untold legions of men. All she got in return, were a string of ratings on how good she felt to fuck, and a serious of infuriating suggestions from the screen on how to improve her performance. The evil machine even seemed to take cheerful glee in taking care of her, reminding her to drink plenty of liquids from the tube provided, and offering entertainment to keep her occupied while she was dispassionately screwed over and over.

Finally, the cocks stopped coming, and she could catch her breath. The chair tilted inside the booth until she was sitting comfortably, and a message on screen told her that the night cycle was starting. But that wasn’t all it had to say for her.

[ Performance review: ]
•	Served 121 clients
•	Average rating four out of five hearts
•	Five fertilised Ova
•	-

“Wait what!?” She blinked, then balked at what she saw, the rest of the horrid list blurring out as she read that line again. Fertilised ova, she was… pregnant!?

“Oh no, oh no no no no, get me out of this box right now! I’m not going to put up with this sick game!” She flailed about the cubicle, but every surface was padded and pliable, even the screen was a flexible plastic, and her legs were still restrained. And that last part was important, as her tirade was halted by a fresh, sudden, and entirely mechanical intrusion.

Squeaking in shock, Andria peered down past her modest cleavage to her forcibly spread thighs, a hint of a hose could be seen jutting up into her much used cunt. On the screen, a request that she stay calm played, complete with cheerful AI narrator, as she was told to wait as her “Contribution was extracted”.

Slithering up inside her, the device wormed up to her cervix, before deploying miniscule nano-fibre tubes into her uterus. Deeply uncomfortable with all that was happening, she could only watch in horror as she saw the worming protrusions beneath her skin, and hear the not quite natural voice inform her as each of the five embryos were captured and sucked away for “Cold storage”.

Horrified by the latest violation of her bodily autonomy, she ran her paws over her fuzzy front a few more times, shuddering as the hose withdrew and let her hole finally close up.

Ping!

“Oh what now!” Snappishly, she looked back at the screen, expecting to be graded by the box on how good it felt to shove a pipe up her vagina.

[ Tonight’s meal options are: Beef curry, Braised fish, Vegetable lasagna ]

Blinking in disbelief, she tentatively made her selection, pressing on the screen, and swiftly a steaming plate of reconstituted curry slid out from under the display, complete with cutlery and napkin. She couldn’t even complain about it, it was fresh and flavourful, just as the brochures had promised, and her busy day had left her famished.

No sooner had she set her fork back down, then the plate and utensils were retrieved, the flap sealing tight as if it had never been, and yet another ‘Helpful’ message was interrupting the evening’s entertainment.

[ Hygiene cycle. Please select all choices, 1: Body emersion, 2: Steam shower, 3: Full cavity cleanse, 4: Mammary stimulation, 5: Simulated Hot-tub, 6: Follicle trimming, 7: Oral sonic scouring, 8: Perfume ]

Her eyes ran over the options, her mind refusing to believe it. Not just the nature of the choices in front of her, but that she was still not being let out of the cramped container, it was galling. She wanted out, she wanted fresh air, and freedom, and a chance to give someone a piece of her mind!

"Uh, body emersion, steam shower, cavity cleanse, mammaries, hot-tub, follicles, oral cavity, perfume." She listed off, not expecting the machine to listen, but as the words left her mouth the chair tilted backwards, and the cubicle rapidly began filling with body temperature water. Her limbs were immobilised, and the warm water began flowing, her eyes widening, as a swirling whirlpool flooded the interior of her booth, sweeping all the way up to her neck, and washing over her body before bubble jets fired to make it writhe about like a hot geyser.

Once that was done, and the water drained, a mechanical buzzing let her know the follicle trimming was taking place, and she could feel her fur being shortened, thinned and trimmed. Next was the cavity cleanse, a nozzle at her sex and rear started to expand, and a steady pressure was pumped into her body in the most invasive and intensive douche, flushing her clean.

The steam shower was next, the booth began to warm, and a hiss of vapour, which smelled faintly of roses, began filling the interior, getting under her fur, lifting her coat, and then being sucked away with the remaining moisture as the booth settled into a pleasant, sauna like heat.

Then, the mammary stimulation, as a robotic arm moved into place, and two cups pressed over her nipples, which began, gently, but firmly, to massage and suck on her teats, leaving her gasping and blushing at the feeling of the mechanical massage that seemed just as violating as the rest of the experience, yet so unwelcomingly good.

"Ooooh..." A moan left her lips, her body shivering, and then, finally, the oral sonic scouring. The chair tilted like a dentist's, and a warm, mechanical tongue slid into her muzzle, and began its work, cleaning her lips, her teeth, her gums, and the roof of her mouth, her tongue trying to push against the warm, flexible intruder, which worked her thoroughly, in a parody of a lover’s kiss.

Last, perfume, the booth began filling with the sweet smell of honey, which settled about her body, and left her feeling refreshed. When the chair tilted her upright, she felt both incredibly transgressed against, and cleaner than she ever had in her life.

“So… that’s the secret to the low crew numbers,” she mused, puzzling together all that had happened. The female colonists didn’t need to be skilled, because they were just there to provide the actual colonists. No doubt elsewhere on the ship there were incubator facilities to grow the harvested ova into settlers upon arrival. And seeing as she wasn’t being released, the pods were also the women’s accommodations, cutting down on yet more space. All disgustingly efficient in a very unsympathetic way. Still, at least their efforts to keep her ‘Comfortable’ seemed genuine, and some intrusive part of her said she should be thankful they didn’t go full body-horror on her.

[ Seed Enterprises and Genesis II thank you for your efforts. Estimated arrival is in 2160 hours ]

That would be… three months or so? Well, at least they planned to be punctual, and they couldn’t keep her in there for all that time.

[ Would you like a sleeping aide? ]

“Gods you’re worse than my office assistant… fine, yes, what’s one more drug to…”

The puff of mist in her face had her out like a light in seconds.

***

Andria awoke to prickling at her thigh, and the sudden chill beneath her tail.

“Mhh whu?” She gave a heady moan, just in time for the pointed head of a canine cock to give her a real wake-up call. Her first client of the day was wasting no time, picking her white tail to sheath his morning wood inside. Hot and slippery it made quick work of her recuperated sex and had her gasping in moments.

Yesterday came back with the rush of pleasure her morning caller was stirring. A whole day of nothing but sex, being bred over and over, easy access, in flight entertainment for the male crew. And now it was happening all over again. The morning update from the captain played on the screen, a drinking straw connected to a flavoured smoothie appeared, and her first splash of hot semen welcomed her to her future for the next few months. She found herself oddly accepting of it, half lucid as she was, and with a body full of hormones, there was no point trying to get out again, best just to take it, and wait.

She moaned, not listening to the news, or the awful soap opera on the screen, just feeling out her next customer. Maybe they were a rodent, or some sort of avian, with how tapered and featureless their junk was this time around. She wondered if they even knew what they were doing, if they were going to be a father, or if they even cared. Maybe they’d been told the women agreed to this, or perhaps they didn’t even realise there were real people inside each of the booths. Maybe they just thought they were some kind of novelty sex toy, to keep them relieved while the women were kept elsewhere.

“After all, that’s not so far from the… Mmm~, truth, is it?” She chuckled a little grimly, “I practically am just a sex toy to them right now.”

Weirdly liberated in the knowledge that there was nothing she could do, she settled her belly and breast on the padded bench, and made a game of each cock which came.

[ Three out of five hearts ]

“Maybe if I really wriggle they’ll know I’m real.”

[ Four out of five hearts ]

“Oh, fuck, wow, I didn’t know… someone could cum that hard.”

[ Four out of five hearts ]

“Mmm, come on, come on big guy, you can do it~”

[ Three out of…]

“Come on, come on, I’m all empty here~”

[ Two… ]

“Fuck me! Come on, yes!”

[ Three… ]

“More, oh fuck, yeah, breed me you ox!”

[ Hygiene cycle… ]

“Fuck me!”

[ Tonight’s meal… ]

“Oh, fuck!”

[ Four… ]

“COCK!”

***

[ Arrival at destination in: 721 hours ]

The woman in booth 136 cooed gently, stirring from the malaise of constant heat inducers, orgasms, and good meals. Looking at her now, she was a slightly more plump mustelid than when she’d started, most of it going straight to her bottom and hips, but a general padding about the belly was noticeable. With her brown summer coat now set in, she was a completely different woman to the one who got strapped down two months ago.

Andria, blinking, first noticed something was off when her daily dose of dick didn’t arrive with her breakfast. Her hungry cleft clenched, not needing the hormone doses from the hidden needle to get wet and ready each morning. When wriggling and whimpering didn’t procure her a penis to sate her other appetite, her brain slowly started ticking back into gear.

“T-two months… really, two, whole, Mmmph, fucking months, in here,” disbelieving, she suckled down her morning breakfast shake, wondering where the time had gone, and how she would ever get used to life out of the box. She’d gotten onto Genesis II half expecting the ship wouldn’t even fly, now she was wondering what she’d do when she got off it. It would be years before reasonable transportation was set up to take her back to the homeworld, and what would she even say should she get back in touch with her superiors? “Hey boss, they strapped me in a sex box and made me orgasm for three months straight, stealing my eggs for future colonists every night while stuffing me with good food and piping in old television and video games.”

As she thought about it further, she wasn’t sure if all her superiors would have been as outraged as they should have been about the idea. But a new message on the screen soon had her eyes squinting and whiskers twitching.

[ Ovum prepared, please relax for insertion ]

“Wait what ov- Eep!”

The familiar metallic hose plugged her up in a heartbeat, shooting straight into her well trained, and ever hungry cunnie. Only this time, instead of taking away, a gush of warm gel squirted from it’s many small nozzles, right into her vacant womb. Eyes wide, she re-read the message again.

“Oh no, oh you bastards, better not be…” The eggs would need incubators. And why bother with specialised machinery, if they had the perfect solution installed already. Every spray of jelly into her belly, would be carrying her own fertilised ova, harvested every day for the last two months, straight back inside her.

[ Installing sixteen embryos, please relax ]

Sixteen!? Sixteen kits in one go!? She’d be massive! The days of women giving birth to litters were long gone thanks to birth control agents, and even a feral stoat would have difficulty with that many young all at once!

A shudder of unexpected pleasure flowed up through her gut, the gel was warm, heavy, and packed out her uterus with a slight stretch. She may not have wanted to be a mother, but her body was well trained to enjoy such vigorous insertions. Splurt after splurt of material filled her up, and all she could do was wriggle and squirm in her seat, watching the number tick down on screen, until a congratulatory message told her she was pregnant.

But if she thought that was the end of her troubles, she had another thing coming. A familiar jab at her thigh came, but not the usual hot flush that went with it. Instead an uncomfortable tension slowly began to form in her pelvic floor, just before her chair tilted her to the usual position.

It seemed even being pregnant wouldn’t exempt her from servicing the crew, and soon a familiar bulge split her well packed pussy open. She’d started to call this one Stallion, as he was the biggest of the equines that used her. It had been a game the last few weeks to try and get him to finally give her that fifth heart, as even though he used her at least once a day, he stayed solidly at a four out of five.

“Nnnh, not, now, Stallion,” Andria groaned, feeling slow changes start to overcome her body. A tension in her gut, which the oversized cock did not help, followed by a queasy pang in her stomach. Her insides were fluttering, but not from the sparking bliss of a too large penis pleasuring her. A metamorphosis was happening within her body, in time with his persistent pounding. All she could do was moan and squeeze her way through the rough fucking, going from nauseous to dizzy, to just numb. Everything felt too tight, too close, the “Chair” at her back, and the foam beneath her felt more restrictive than usual.

As the man known only as Stallion neared his usual explosive climax, her paw made its way down her front. Her nipples burned in their sensitivity, the slightest brush had her shudder in uncomfortable over stimulation. But lower down, her fingers dug into fur that was a little more sparsely spread than it had been before, and pressed on a bulge that felt like a firm water balloon just below the skin.

“Oh… oh gods, that can’t be…”

He came, and she whimpered in horror. She was already showing.

[ Five out of five hearts ]

***

Through out the rest of the day, she continued to grow, and men continued to fuck her into senselessness. Her abdomen pressed deeper into the cushioning, and her breasts became painfully swollen, doubling in size by the time she looked nine months along. The last of her svelte and slinky figure was destroyed by the bulging belly that kicked and squirmed with the sixteen lives packed inside of it. Sixteen lives that had been saved up in suspended animation, waiting till the ship was on its final approach to their new home.

[ Gestation complete, inducing labour, please relax ]

She had the briefest moment to register what was being said, before the needle came again, and a new sensation flooded through her. At first it started with relief, as the building pressure of the day came flooding out in one slow, easy trickle. It would have made her sigh, if she didn’t know that it was her water breaking. She braced herself for the painful rigours of childbirth, alone in a plastic box with only a demented AI care package to watch over her, but she had not counted on all the subtle changes that had occurred to her in the last two months.

Hips nicely widened, belly well cushioned, walls made extra-elastic, and a set of pleasure senses hardened by rigorous use, yet tied to a hair trigger. There was only a little need for the extra dose of pain killers and muscle relaxants that got flushed into her system, just in time for the first, hard, squeeze, to wrack her gut and the padding at her front and back to compress about her, like she was a tube of toothpaste being squeezed to dispense.

It wasn't quite the painless affair she might have wished for, but it didn't leave her feeling broken or mangled like she'd feared. Instead, it was simply an intense, overwhelming sensation, the chair squeezing her tight, pressing against her whole body, a steady pressure against her front, her legs held apart as the largest thing she’d ever known started squeezing down her birth canal.

"AAAAAAA! Oooooooooo! UUUUUUUGH! PLEA-UGH!" Her screams were incoherent, completely swallowed by the sound proofing, as she heaved the kits into the world. It didn't hurt, but the feeling of the sizeable bodies trying to pass through an orifice no wider than her wrist, left her breathless, with a strong, heady sense of accomplishment.

With each head that breached her, the mass suddenly vanished with a tug of mechanical suction, taken away quickly to make room for the next. Till finally, all sixteen cross-bred babes had been delivered, sucked away into the bowels of the ship, leaving her exhausted and empty.

When finally she had enough of her senses to inspect the damage, she was shocked to find how little there was. Perhaps a little more stretch about her middle, and of course the curse of two far larger and milkier mammaries, but she was surprisingly still intact, despite having been impregnated, and giving birth, all in one day.

Later, when an extra large meal was served, she noticed a new notification on her hygiene options. The mammary massage, which suddenly made so much more sense, had been replaced with a mandatory lactation cycle. And it was, mandatory. While previously the booth had respected every choice it had allowed her to make, the moment her bath was done, the two robotic limbs came out with a pair of unmistakable cups, attached on two segmented hoses. They each secured themselves with gentle suction, which was more than enough to have her shiver in pleasure, before ribbons of white were teased out of her teats.

“Of course,” Andria moaned out, feeling the relief mix with the pleasure, her untouched and vacant sex spasming in jealousy. “They’re not going to, waste a natural, by-product.”

For the next half hour, she was drained, the usual television dross playing while she was milked like a dairy animal. Till finally she had no more to give, and her breasts were starting to grow sore, and she was offered her usual dose of sleeping agent.

Every day, for the next thirty days, repeated much the same. She woke, was stuffed, was jabbed, and was fucked through a pregnancy that had her swell from slightly plump, to ridiculously packed. Just in time for a mechanically assisted birth in the evening, and a pair of pumps to drain her swelling tits dry.

She filled and deflated, was bred and gave birth, over and over, and over. The new routine breaking into her mind and quashing her anger, her discomfort, and repurposing her entirely as a handy incubator, a colonist dispenser. That’s what she’d become, sex toy, and child factory, spitting out kits by the dozen every day. Each time it became easier, just as getting fucked while locked in a box had become natural to her. Till finally, that counting timer to arrival hit zero, and no more injections came, no more babies fell from her belly, and not even a cock came by to keep her company.

The retro-rockets on Genesis II fired for the final time, and the sleek ship of white and silver settled on the virgin soil of its new home. Scores of remote drones poured out to begin construction of the first city, and the first citizens stepped out to breath fresh air and feel the warm sun after three months trapped aboard their faithful vessel.

“Andria Furmar?” A sweet and false voice had her round ears twitch. She hadn’t even realised that her home of the last three months had finally unsealed, that she was being ejected back into the wider world on unsteady legs. That same silver furred cat from before was standing behind her, tablet in hand, fake smile filling her face. “On behalf of Seed Enterprises, welcome to Nova Furria.”

The transformed stoat swayed on her feet, having quite forgotten how to stand, and having to learn a whole new centre of gravity. Her rump, hips, thighs, gut and breasts, were all swollen up, a completely new body, to go with a completely changed mental state.

“Uh, y-yeah, um, that’s uh, me,” she muttered lamely, blinking about at a world that was bigger than two meters cubed. She remembered vaguely what she had gotten onto Genesis II for, but now, that seemed entirely irrelevant. She was on an alien world, and was the mother of hundreds, she really didn’t have much of a care for how that had all happened anymore, just figuring out what to do next.

“Excellent, if you’d care to follow me to the job assignment office, we can have you back to work ASAP.”

“Right, work, um, what, kind of, work?” Even her voice was unsteady and uncertain now, confidence eroded after months with just her, the machines, the box, and the men that used her. Could she even go back to a civil service job? Did she want to? It was a brand new world, after all, and it would be years before they could make contact with her old home.

“I’m so glad you asked, Seed Enterprises anticipated that we may have some colonists without vocations, and as such can provide many comfortable opportunities for women in your position.”

Her feline guide pressed a cheap tablet into her hands, one which cheerily displayed, in focus-group friendly words, the job she was to be given.

“Be the Mother of a New world, sign up today for the Nova Furria Natal Program.”