Dark.

All around them, dark. More bodies, more of them. All of them. In the dark. No… not fully dark. Light. Small light, light up above. Tiny circle of light, dotted all around their cage. Cage? Square. It’s square. They’re all stuck together in a square. It’s cramped, there’s too many of them, their bodies are pressing against each other. The heat is becoming uncomfortable. Growls echo around their square, deep and powerful. Their memories aren’t perfect. Most of them only remember this, the dark. But there’s flashes. Flashes in their minds, messages, teachings. They were all taught. Their crotches twitch and they have a rush of lust coarse through them, though they don’t understand it. They just know that they need to breed. Breed. They know that word. It was crammed into them. Breed. Breed. Always breed, keep breeding, more and more and more.

Light suddenly fills the dark square, and they recoil and squint. But soon they rush forward towards it. Outside. Free. Freedom. There’s more of them, a great many squares where more of their kind rush out into the light. They gather around, a horde of them, So many, all of them there. They know each other, but they aren’t close. They’re a pack without the bond. They stick together, but each one operates independently. They know they’re the same, that they should stick together. One lifts up its nose and sniffs. More follow. Sniff.

Scent. Female. Breed. 

Female. Female. Female. They know that word. It’s important. They know they need it. Breed Female. It’s important to them. It was taught to them. They begin to move away from the strange cubes that they came from, through a forest. Sniff. Sniff. They move faster. Their muscles ripple and their cocks drool precum onto the forest floor. That scent… it’s causing quite the reaction amongst them all. Faster, faster. They begin to run, some of them growling.

A few seconds later they burst out of the trees onto a green, peaceful field. On the other side - a school. They begin to run harder, their bodies filling with all manner of chemicals. Nobody sees their approach, nobody knows - until one smashes through a door, and the horde follows. 

Miss Atkins, a beautiful Tiger teacher, one that was beloved by her students jumped in her chair at the sudden crash from outside in the hallway. Most of her students jumped too, including her twin daughters. She stretched out a paw to calm them, giving them all a warm smile. “I think the wind might have just slammed the door, that’s all. Or maybe an angry student. Don’t worry class - please continue with your reading.” she told them. She didn’t believe it herself, though, and her eyes were watching the door to the class. There were… loud footsteps outside, her ears twitched as she tried to hear them better.

A massive figure suddenly burst through the door with a slam, shattering the displayed artwork on the wall behind it. Most of the class screamed or shouted in fright, before a deep and powerful growl shook the room, and more figures began to burst in. They moved so fast, Miss Atkins could barely keep her eyes on them. Most of them had black-shaded fur, with a few grays here and there. Their bodies were muscled and strong, and-

Oh no… all of them sported bright red knotted cocks, precum leaving trails of slime across the floor. The first figure - no, not a figure. Not anymore. Her brain had caught up to her. She knew what it was now, and she gulped in fright, her legs locking together and her body shrinking into her chair, trying to hide herself as much as she could. Werewolves. So many of them. She’d never seen one in person, she was lucky too. She knew what they were, what they would do, and she knew there wouldn’t be any escape, for her or the rest of the girls in her class.

Her girls. She shot back up again, panic rushing through her. Her daughters! She began to scrape the chair back as all hell broke loose in the classroom. The leading werewolf had reached the first student - a canine boy, who looked up at that massive beast with terrified eyes. Even though they were the same species, technically, there was no brotherhood between the two. The werewolf growled deeply into his face, before reaching out and grasping the boy, roughly flinging him towards the door. He landed with a crash against the wall right next to the door, and he whimpered in pain as his head spun a little - but he managed to scramble away out into the hall, barely avoiding being trampled by more werewolves as they rushed in.

Students scrambled all over the room, letting out terrified screeches. The girls closest to the door had already been grasped, their clothes shredded and torn. They yelped out in fright and despair, and Miss Atkins could see the bright-white legs of an arctic fox, Amy, stretched out wide as a massive gray shape pinned her down, its hips pushing in hard and fast, with loud slapping echoing out. She whimpered and groaned, trying in vain to beat at the beast with her paws, but she barely tickled it. It growled at her, roughly grabbing her arms and pinning them up above her head as it had its way with her, its massive knot rudely slamming against her poor, battered entrance.

The goal was obvious from the start. The beasts were ignoring any males in the class, preferring to toss them aside like garbage in order to get to their real prey: the girls. Some of the boys had realized this already and bolted for the door, dodging and weaving as they made their escape. One or two tried to be brave, be admirable, and defend their friends or girlfriends. It didn’t go so well. They were grabbed and thrown across the room towards the door, landing in a heap before they realized it was futile. 

Girls tried to run too, of course they would. It’s natural to try and escape what would happen to them. But a few of the beasts blocked the door, and any girl who tried to get close to the door ended up pinned against the wall, their legs forced to wrap around the waist of their guard… 

“Mom! Help!” came a shrill voice, and Miss Atkins immediately switched her attention to the right of the classroom, furthest from the door. There she could see one of her daughters, surrounded by three of the horrible, rapey beasts. Their cocks were beginning to press against her body, and she stared at her mother in fright, her eyes wide. Miss Atkins began to rush towards her, but she was too late - her daughter fell beneath the bodies of the beasts, and the tell-tale motions of rough sex began to mix with the loud sounds of slaps… groans and growls, and her daughters frightened yelping. Miss Atkins swallowed hard, before a hard grip grasped her waist, and she gasped. She closed her eyes and tried to steel her nerves, to stop herself screaming like a little girl. She felt herself get lifted from the ground, another pair of paws ripping at her formal teachers shirt and skirt. She felt the cold air rush towards her naked body, before it was replaced with the powerful heat of a warm body.  She finally opened her eyes as she felt the tip of a cock press against her pussy, and her pupils went wide as it slammed home, invading her lovetunnel and permanently defiling her, the same as her daughters and the rest of the girls in the class. 

She couldn’t stop a moan escaping her lips, one that mixed with fright. The feelings rushing through her were impossible to tell apart. There was the fright, the upset, the horrible feeling of dread as her body was used like a toy. She dangling from the arms of a beast, his cock piercing her pussy, tip smooching her womb. And it felt so very good. She didn’t know why, maybe their precum acted like some form of aphrodisiac, elevating the sensitivity of her innermost parts. But it felt so phenomenally perfect no matter what. She groaned and moaned, mixing with the sounds the other girls made - the ones that still had their mouths free, at least. A great many of them were trapped against the bodies of their new forced partners, others had their throats stuffed full of invading werewolf cock. 

She quickly flashed her eyes around the classroom, trying to find her other daughter. The room was a complete chaotic mixture of thrusting bodies, pinned bodies, and cum had began to spurt across the room as the beasts reached their first orgasm. She found a flash of orange by the far wall - but that was it. Had it been her? She couldn’t tell… but she knew where the other one was. Her eyes reached back to where she’d last seen one of her daughters, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the numerous bodies that piled on top of her, the cocks that flashed here and there amongst glimpses of her waist, her legs, her torso. God they were fucking her so roughly, she felt amazed that she hadn’t completely broken and gone unconscious. Then again, she might have - she didn’t know, she couldn’t see… 

Wait! No, she was still there. Her legs had suddenly appeared, wrapping tightly around the waist of one of the werewolves that was pounding her. She had leglocked the beast, her legs twitching and Miss Atkins knew - her girl had just orgasmed, probably the first she’d ever  experienced with a partner. And some first it was, here, brutally raped in the classroom by creatures that shouldn’t even be here. How had they gotten here too, she suddenly thought. They weren’t reported to be anywhere close to this area. The last report she’d seen had placed the closest sighting at nearly a thousand miles away; their town was considered to be permanently “safe”. But here was a massive horde of them, from the limited number she could see in her own classroom. Her ears twitched as she suddenly heard a louder sound over all the grunting, the growling, the moaning. More screams. Her heart sank lower than she thought it could - that only meant one thing.

Her class wasn’t the only one.

Every classroom in the school had similar experiences. A sudden crashing of bodies through the door, the rough capturing of their female prey, the discarding of the males, tossing them aside like garbage. There were just so many, an unending tide of large, powerful werewolves - and their sex-craving cocks. It took them mere seconds to strip almost every girl in a class and begin their breeding, their cocks slamming home into their tight, virgin love-tunnels. Well, mostly virgin. 

Lucy was one of the girls in her class who had a boyfriend - and she’d had a night of passion with him once before, when the pair snuck off to a nearby lake to gaze at the stars. Her boyfriend had taken her hand in that firm, loving way that he did - and kissed her. That soon turned a little more steamy, his paws wandering around her… until she grasped him, and pulled his pants down in a flash. She loved to daydream about that night in class, escaping the drudgery of the dreaded math class.

She’d dived under a table when the horde of werewolves burst through the classdoor, trying her best to make herself as small as possible, stay as still and quiet as she could so as not to draw attention. She really hoped that the horde would be too busy with the other girls… and she could see everything from her spot under the table. She watched as her friends were bent over the tables, pinned against the walls, held down on the floor. And she saw as those fat, oversized breeding rods found their targets - thrusting and pounding into the girls, so very roughly. Her legs twitched as the musk of sex and sweat hit her, mingling with the powerful scent of the werewolves themselves. Being mostly a gray wolf herself, she surmised that she had a more biological response to them… especially as her thighs were clenching together in arousal.

That arousal was quickly overtaken by fear as she felt a hard grip land on her ankle and yank her out from under the table, flipping her over onto her back. Looking up into those bright, powerful red eyes - she felt ice fill her muscles, freezing her entirely to the spot. The beast above her growled, and she’s sure it grinned at her, if it even could produce such a motion. She felt the heat of its breath warming her fur, her body trembling a little. The beast bore down on her and ripped its claws across her uniform, sending it flying into ribbons - yet it was careful not to actually harm her in any way, the precision of its strike didn’t even displace her fur. 

She knew what came next, she could see the evidence clear as day - the warm, throbbing, pulsating, drooling knotted wolf cock. God it was so much bigger up close, right there between her legs, aiming directly at her crotch. A few tattered strips of her panties remained around her waist, but there was nothing protecting her pussy at all. In that moment she realized she would likely never see her boyfriend again, never feel his gentle and loving pace. Instead, it would be replaced by rough, dominant, frenzied breeding. A pace that will force her into the depths of orgasm, that’ll tame her womb and pump her eggs full of offspring. Her legs trembled a little more - and they stretched just a little bit wider.

Despite herself - she enjoyed that thought. She enjoyed it so very, very much. And if this fate was inevitable for her, then why should she deny herself any potential pleasure? The beast above felt her legs move a little, and it let out a satisfied growl before slamming its hips forward, almost the entire length of its fat, girthy breeder-rod sinking into Lucy’s tight, slick love-tunnel. She let out a howl of pleasure as her insides were filled and stretched by that beast's love, and she clung to its powerful body above her. She could feel its tail wagging hard as it began to thrust, slamming her into the ground in increasingly faster tempo’s. It was careful not to thrust too hard and shatter her back or pelvis - but it was still rough, so very rough. And it felt so exceptionally good. Lucy moaned and groaned in delight, her breath becoming ragged and heavy as the beast pounded her like that, like the animal it was.

Over and over and over it’s cock slammed into her, filling her depths with it’s lustful love - his fat, fuzzy, cumfilled puppytanks slapped and whipped her flesh, letting out loud clapping sounds that mixed with the rest of the sound generated by the breeding sessions going on in the room. Lucy had a brief lucid moment as she looked around, seeing all of her classmates suffering the same fate… but perhaps suffering is being too harsh. So many of them had looks of pleasure and contentment on their faces, the same as her. Others she couldn’t see under the mass of bodies trying to breed them, but she knew they liked it… even if they hadn’t accepted it yet.

She knew she did - as her legs coiled around the waist of her new lover, and an orgasm crashed through her body. Her pussy clenched down tight on the invading shaft, causing her beastly love to growl in delight - its knot pushing its way inside her, swelling up and locking. Pleasure burst through her nerves and muscles as she rode the orgasmic wave, unable to stop it - unable to stop herself. She squealed in pleasure, the noise doubling up with the growls of the werewolf as it unloaded copious amounts of warm, sticky, fertile seed into the depths of Lucy’s puppyoven. Floods of his love filled and bloated her womb, his uber-virile and fertile swimmers seeking out and swamping her eggs, drowning them in an endless ocean of sperm, constantly piercing her eggs and immensely knocking her up. Again and again his balls twitched and pulsed, sending another wave of cum through his shaft to fill her womb. Lucy’s belly began to stretch a little from the sheer force - and more leaked out around the seal of his knot. She squealed and moaned, unable to stop herself from releasing all the pleasure she felt through her voice. The werewolf held her down as it continually pumped its hips forward in time with the torrent of cum it unleashed into her, growling and howling in pleasure.

When the werewolf finally satiated its balls, it gave Lucy a little gentle lick on the head. Her mind had frazzled itself for now - unable to properly form thoughts for the moment. The wolf tugged its hips a bit, still fully rock hard - before beginning its thrusts again. And again. And again. Over and over, it bred her. Thrusting, cumming, thrusting again. It only took a second or two between each orgasm as the hours rolled by, licking her head gently for a job well done. The light began to fall from the sky, the classroom going dark - but the breeding never stopped, not for Lucy, not for Miss Atkins or her twin daughters - not for any girl in the school. Except one. 

Claire had managed to scramble up into the ceiling tiles when the invasion first began. She had been just about to leave the bathroom when she heard the carnage, and thinking quickly - she managed to climb up the toilet, onto the side of the stall, and push up a ceiling tile. There she tried to slowly crawl to any sort of exit… but  she hadn’t found one. Not yet at least. She could barely make her way through the ceiling due to its dense construction, and the fact that it was nearly pitch-black. Only a few dregs of light managed to make their way through cracks in the ceiling tiles. Once, she had been crawling forward and accidentally hit her head on an air-duct. The resulting clang of metal made her freeze up in terror - desperately hoping and wishing that nothing had heard the noise.

She waited. And waited. After a few minutes, her muscles finally began to loosen up. No massive paws had started ripping at the ceiling below her, no guttural growl or howl as a beast found it’s prey. She was safe, for now. A sudden whoosh of air from her side made her almost scream out, but she clamped a paw over her mouth just in time to stop it. Her body shivered and her fur stood up in fright - but it was just air, no accompanying body. Her ears twitched and she tentatively reached out, feeling around. Her paws met cold metal, in a box shape. A vent?

Shivering, she began to crawl forward as slowly as possible. Vents tend to go outside… right? She’d seen the movies - if she crawled through the vent, she might find an exit to the roof perhaps, a place where she could be safe. There could be a grate in the way, but those came away easily… she thought, at least. Movies made it look so easy, just give it a kick and it should fly off, right? She gulped and crept forward, inch by inch.

It took her quite a while to get through the vent. What made it worse was that as she progressed, she realized that it kept splitting off in different directions, which of course made sense - fresh air does need to get to every part of the building. She kept pressing on in a straight line, however, as she told herself that if she met a dead end then she wouldn’t get lost on her way back. Just a straight line, forward and back. But the thing that really made her progress slow was the sounds. And the overwhelming musky smell. It hit her nose hard within a few minutes of crawling, and she couldn’t escape it. The powerful, rich, deep scent of sex and lust and cum and breeding. The natural pheromones of a predator - one that would relentlessly breed you until your ovaries ran dry. Clare wondered to herself how such a creature could have such potent pheromones in the wild, it almost smelt like it was being amplified somehow. Her mind was reminded of a time she’d sniffed an aphrodisiac candle once at a sleepover. That candle had sent her body into a lustful heat for the next three days, and her paws had barely been able to keep out of her panties as she stuffed her pussy full, driving herself to orgasm again and again.

This was worse. She hadn’t even realized that her paw had dug itself below the hemline of her skirt, that her fingers were rubbing and pinching her clit. She didn’t even notice the fact that she’d lost her panties somewhere in the vent, flung off her ankles to let her soaking pussy breathe a little more. Her own smell mixed with the potent musk in the air, her pussy gushing out powerful bursts of sexed-up girlscent.  She only realized that she’d been masturbating when her orgasm was about to tip her over the edge, and her brain suddenly snapped back into fully operational mode. She stopped, her fingers digging themselves deeply into her aching snatch, and her legs trembled and quivered as she came. Internally she was berating and questioning herself - why the fuck was she masturbating?! How hadn’t she noticed?! Why wasn’t she stopping, and… why did it feel so very, very fucking good? 

Her progress through the vent was marked with constant stops for an orgasm. Crawl slowly for a few minutes, stop, dig her fingers into her cunt. On one of those stops she realized she’d lost her panties - but quickly forgot about it. The orgasm was too important. The darkness around her started to feel stifling, but maybe the exceptionally powerful musk of the beasts was just pressing down on her… along with her own lustful smell. But she kept going, she had to keep going… even if her thoughts had started to wander entirely from “get the hell out of here” to: “Maybe it would be okay if I made my way back to class…” 

More minutes pass - and her eyes finally notice a shift in the darkness. It grew brighter. That revelation sent a shiver of delight through her, but she couldn’t tell what she was entirely delighted about. Escape from the school? Or maybe just escape from the vent, so she could finally get some attention given to her aching pussy. Her fingers weren’t doing the job anymore, the orgasms felt so much weaker, and left her unsatisfied. She began to hurry through the vent, no longer taking the time to soften her knees as she crawled through the metal. Thump, thump, thump she went as she got closer to the source of the light. It grew brighter and brighter, as did her hope - and her desire. More and more, closer and closer. Until she found a corner, and turned it-

And there in front of her was the outside. She never realized it was so beautiful, the trees that lined the school grounds - the bright blue sky. But blocking that view was the cruel silver sight of thick steel bars. Her paws clung to those bars in despair, desperately tugging as if she could will them to give way. They didn’t, of course. No matter how much she wished for it. Movement suddenly caught her eye, off to the right - where she could see the car park and front gate. Weird, white figures - all distorted with odd proportions. Then her eyes adjusted, and she realized - those were  figures wearing haz-mat suits. They were tugging some heavy fencing from some large trucks, bolting them to the existing fence around the car-park to make it stronger. Then she realized they were extending it around the field, closing off the school grounds from the forest beyond.

Why were they putting a fence around the school? Didn’t they know that would trap the students inside, with the beasts? The thought sent a shiver through her legs and made her pussy clench a little bit. Stuck in here. With them. For god knows how long. No escape. No getting out. Her breathing became a little more heavy. The thought should be terrifying her, should be willing her to escape even more. But it didn’t. The overwhelming feeling of escape she felt earlier was replaced by a slow, drunk trudge. Sure, if she was outside, she might try and walk out of the grounds before the fence was closed. But she was in here, not out there. And it would take too much effort anyway, it’s better just to sit and wait  for whatever happens…

A sudden slam to her right made her jump, and a frightened yelp escaped from her lips. A massive paw had suddenly bashed through a grating that she hadn’t seen. The vent turned off to the right - but she hadn’t seen, too busy looking outside. Now that passage was blocked by a powerful arm, no, a shoulder - no, a head. Bright red eyes gleamed as they found her, and a snarl filled the tiny cramped space. That giant, powerful paw began to reach for her, and there were a few moments where Claire could have backed up, tried to escape - or even just pulled her legs away.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she lay still as the beast clasped her leg and tugged, dragging her through the vent and out of the grating, into its arms. She fell limp in its grasp, before it bent her over a table. Her skirt was ripped to shreds, and the beast gave a happy little grunt in the absence of any further blockage to her breeding hole. Then it’s thick, warm, pulsing bright red knotted wolf cock was pressed against her entrance, before it slammed its hips forward, a loud slap echoing through the room as his crotch met her ass.

In another hour, the fence outside was finished. It still had to be reinforced with concrete so that it should, theoretically, be impenetrable. But they had to wait for the trucks to arrive first - but the fence would do. It’s doubtful the wolves would even leave the school anyway. Anderson leant against the side of his SUV, enjoying a breath mint while watching some birds in the trees. He was waiting for his boss to get off the phone, he could see him across the carpark. It seemed to be going well - his tail was wagging fast, an obvious sign that something good was occurring. He saw his boss finish the call, and as he turned he smiled at Anderson. 

Anderson smiled back before heading over. His ears twitched and his nose twitched as he caught a blast of the musk from inside. Doing his best to ignore it, he stood next to his boss. “What’s the score, Mack? Everything go well?” he asked, chewing the last of his mint. His boss nodded, and explained:

“The brass is happy. The introduction phase has gone perfect. We didn’t find any female escapee’s, and the boys have been rounded up and are undergoing their memory alterations now. Experimentation phase still hasn’t got a set end-date, but I think we all know this’ll be running until the subjects grow tired. So, at a guess, we’ll be back when the girls are thirty, give-or-take. And don’t worry - our team isn’t assigned on pup-collecting duty. Good work, Anderson. You’ll definitely be getting a raise this month.” 

Anderson smiled and shook his paw, looking back at the school. He made a mental note to check out the schools CCTV system later on, and start getting those tapes out on the internet. Big money could be made there - and was actively promoted! With a raise and the proceeds from the internet posts, he was already planning some new purchases in his mind. First up, he was definitely going to take his daughter to get her tits pierced… he already knew the type he wanted for her. Seeing those pictures online really got his cock throbbing…