Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2018 12:55:21 +0100 From: Jack Rabbit Subject: Remasculation 10 - Teachers and Pets Remasculation 10 - Teachers and Pets The following story is part of a series that is a work of absolute fiction. It is not to be mimicked or aspired to, as it is only a fantasy. In the near future, nearly all human males were wiped out by the D-Virus in an event called the Demasculation. Tyler Davidson is a 10 year old cisgender boy living in America, one of only a handful of cisgender males to have survived. The sexual mores in the new world are changing dramatically; he has already taken his 14 year old sister, Claire, and his 35 year old mother, Mary, as lovers. With 10 million females for every surviving male, he will certainly take more. The general themes of this series are bisexuality, incest, bestiality, impregnation, crossdressing, transexuality, and pedophilia. Please enjoy: ********** It's funny how quickly you can adapt to some pretty big changes in life. Just a year ago, looking back, it felt like I was an innocent baby; although I'd heard my Mom and occasionally Claire get boinked by our German Shephard, Antonio, I'd never seen it. Sex was enigmatic and mysterious, and my greatest hope was that, maybe by some miracle, I would see a boob in the next 5 years. And then, a year later, when I was only 10, I had access to two very horny women who slept with me every night (my sister, Claire, and my mother) as well as two also very horny women and their daughter (my lesbian Aunts Beth and Patti and my 9 year old cousin April) who were with us most weekends. And that's not even counting my sister's friends, who would almost always want to be fucked at least once by me per visit, aside from Sam, who vastly preferred fucking Mom. I had managed to impregnate both Mom and my sister by this point, and their bellies grew by the day. They weren't so visible at first, but over time those belly bulges got bigger and bigger. Mom stressed about what would happen when she couldn't hide it anymore, but sex with her kids and our dog, Antonio, was her escaoe. It helped, too, how normal this relationship felt, somehow; we were still the same old family, doing a lot of the same old things. Christmas came, and we observed all the same traditions we usually did, Christmas breakfast, Mom's cheesy Christmas Rock compilation she got at some party store, excitedly opening presents, and then Claire's selection of old "classic" holiday movies and cartoons. When our relationship changed, we didn't lose any of that normal, family fun. We simply gained a few more holiday traditions; from then on, when we watched our Christmas movies, we'd do so cuddling naked on the couch together. When it got dark outside, Mom started a fire in the fireplace and Claire played some slow, sensual Christmas music she'd found on the internet and we'd romantically cuddle and kiss and touch and finally fuck on the rug in the firelight. It was Christmas for Antonio, too, and aside from his usual presents of treats and a new toy to chew on, over the course of the day there was hardly a moment when he wasn't tied to one of the girls or pounding their rears as the cute little Santa hat bobbled on his head. ... A few weeks after the end of Christmas break, I was sitting in class, glancing occasionally at the clock, eager for the day to finish soon so I could go home and fuck my beautiful older sister. That's when the elementary school principal, a mature but fit woman named Mrs. Rosenthal, stepped through the door and asked if I would come with her, though she wouldn't say why. As I walked through the school's hallway, I looked Mrs. Rosenthal over, imagining her naked for the first time. I never had before, but after screwing so many girls, it became easy to imagine what other women looked like under their clothes. My principal was in her 40s, but pretty well-maintained, and she had the kind face of someone who really wanted to do her job well. She was wearing a pretty conservative work-shirt and long skirt, with some attractive glasses and high-heeled shoes, and I guessed at a nice-looking figure underneath it all. Most women her age seemed to be "Mrs" instead of "Ms", wanting to keep the title in their name after their husbands died from the plague, but Mrs. Rosenthal was actually married to a woman, not that I knew so at the time. She led me into her office, where I was surprised to see Mom and Claire already sitting in plastic seats next to Mrs. Rosenthal's desk. Claire was her usual bubbly self, and she hopped up to hug me and kissed my forehead in greeting. Mom, however, was deathly still, looking so scared I thought she might puke. There was an older woman in the room, too, sitting at my principal's desk as if it was hers; she looked to be in her mid 50s, a thin woman with black hair tightly bound in a bun and a mean face, and she was wearing hideous dress that covered every inch of her skin. She looked like she'd been plucked out some Victorian era Catholic boarding house and was somehow teleported here in the late 21st century. "Claire, sit down please. Tyler, This is Mrs. Tatchell," Mrs. Rosenthal explained. She had the kind voice of someone that works regularly with children and does it well, although I could tell there was a nervousness in her voice. "She's your sister's principal over at the high school, and she, ah, wanted you to answer some questions, Tyler." I noticed, then, that leaning against the corner of the room was a quiet policewoman, in uniform, studying me with a stare. I suddenly had an idea what Mom was so scared about. Mrs. Tatchell rose up from the desk and walked over and loomed over me with a piercing, judgmental squint, and I couldn't help but slink back slightly, feeling intimidated. "Your sister, Claire," she said in a grating, angry voice, "is CLEARLY pregnant. Her gym coach noticed her belly a few weeks back..." "That perv is always checking me out!" Claire joked. Mrs. Tatchell shot my sister a scowl before turning back to me. "...of course, I didn't believe it. After all, I'm sure we would have heard of it if a *man* moved into town; that's the sort of news that gets around quick. But the only male in the whole entire state... is you, Tyler." "Objection!" Claire interjected, "circumstantial." "This isn't a court room, young lady!" Mrs. Tatchell spat back. "But you'll be in one of those VERY soon. Because, after your coach, Ms. Park, got suspicious, she started listening in on your locker room chats, and she heard you yourself admit to having intercourse with your brother!" Claire blushed and grinned apologetically towards me. "Oops." Mom was just staring at the floor. "So naturally, I called up your mother," Mrs. Tatchell continued, "thinking perhaps she was simply, naively unaware as to what was transpiring in her home. Little do I suspect that SHE is just as pregnant as her daughter!" Mom jerked as if in pain as she was mentioned, and she looked like she was about to cry in shame. Claire held her comfortingly. Mrs. Tatchell loomed further over me. "Well, Tyler? Do you deny these accusations?" Mrs. Rosenthal put her hand on the high school principal's shoulder. "H-hey... be easy with him, he's just a kid. And if this is true, then he's the victim here. You can't blame a 10 year old boy -" "He's just as big a pervert as the rest of this family!" Mrs. Tatchell spat back. "All three of them deserve to rot in jail for this sick, disgusting -" "That's enough," the policewoman said calmly. She walked up between me and Mrs. Tatchell, and she squatted down to get to my eye level and give my head a comforting pat. I could tell she was very tough and muscular, but she had a caring face. "Don't worry, little guy, you're not in any trouble. You and your girls can go, just take the rest of the day off together." "WHAT!?" Mrs. Tatchell exploded, and the policewoman stood up calmly to face the older principal. "Officer Bradley, you can't just let these freaks go! This is a disgusting crime, and you -" "Ma'am, please, I suggest you calm down." "CALM DOWN!? You are a disgrace to that uniform! I'm DEMANDING -" "Ma'am, please, get out of my face, or I will be forced to -" "- that you arrest these PERVERTS and take them to COURT where they deserve to be -" And that's when Officer Bradley finally snapped, pushing the old woman down and bending her over the desk in the office, pinning Mrs. Tatchell's arms behind her back and cuffing them. My whole family and Mrs. Rosenthal stared wide eyed, not sure what exactly just happened. "What are you doing!?" Mrs. Tatchell screeched. "They broke the LAW!!" "So did you that night you called 911 because your dog's knot was stuck in your cunt! Yeah, I heard about that from my dispatcher girlfriend." That shut Mrs. Tatchell right up. Claire just couldn't believe what was happening and looked like she was on the brink of bursting into laughter while Officer Bradley started railing into her high school principal. "Listen here, you damn idiot! Do you know how many births there have been in this town in the past 5 years?" Mrs. Tatchell just shook her head. "Of course you do: None! No damn births! These are the first babies conceived in the whole damn state in 5 fucking years, and you want to put a stop to it?" "Mrs. Tatchell?" Mrs. Rosenthal spoke up. "Did you see all the dark classrooms in this building? We closed down the whole 2nd grade this year. There isn't a single child that age in our district or any other district for miles. That means next year, there won't be a 3rd grade, and two years after that, the whole school will be shut down." "So you're worried about your job?" Mrs. Tatchell replied, snidely. "I'm worried about the human race! The population right now is in freefall, the millions of people that naturally die every year aren't getting replaced! If we're not going to go extinct, we need boys like Tyler making as many babies as they can, as soon as they can." "Even by INCEST!?" "We HAVE to have incest!! Tyler will be the only father of every child in the state! The human race can only survive with at least half-siblings mating. The genetic bottleneck already happened when we lost nearly every Y chromosome in the world. Every second we wait now, the country is losing millions of potential mothers to death or infertility, shrinking that genetic pool even further! I'm sorry, Mrs. Tatchell, this is new territory for me, too, but we can't hold on to our old beliefs if the human race is going to survive. The Davidsons here seem happy, I can't condone punishing them and Tyler here, threatening the future of our civilization, when I'm not even sure who the victim here is supposed to be." Officer Bradley patted her on the back. "I'm glad someone here makes some damn sense. Now, Tyler, I have something I need to ask you..." Just a few minutes later, the police officer was bent over the desk with her pants and underwear off as I fucked her doggy style right next to the cuffed and stewing Mrs. Tatchell, as Claire and Mrs. Rosenthal comforted Mom back down from her panic attack. Officer Bradley was buff under her clothes, and I gripped her muscular ass tightly in my hands as I pounded her cunt; she moaned out how much better I was than her Doberman, and I blasted her womb with sperm! After a moment's rest she slid off my dick, wiping the leaking semen off on Mrs. Tatchell's dress, and said she hoped that took. She decided then to uncuff Mrs. Tatchell, but warned her that they'd press charges next time she threatened us or an officer of the law. And so, Claire's principal skulked off to her car to drive back to the high school, and we were told we could go home the rest of the day. As we were leaving, Mrs. Rosenthal took me aside and mentioned that she might talk to the faculty about "a similar arrangement". The instant we got home, after a tense, silent ride in Mom's car, we burst through the front door, tore all our clothes off and started making out; we were all elated, as the thing Mom had worried the most about had just happened and we had gotten through it! Now it was confirmed there was nothing to worry about, no reason to hide! Mom was on fire in that whirlwind of sex we had that day, the perviest I'd ever seen her, as she played with my ass with her fingers and even her tongue, and even Claire was surprised by how gleefully Mom brought her to several orgasms fingering, eating, and dildo-fucking her cunt. I think Mom's shame had finally left her; this was her life now, and she loved it. She loved us. ... That evening, as Mom cooked dinner, me, Claire, and Antonio were engaged in a bestial threesome, with Claire on her hands and knees getting spitroasted by her dog and brother. I was fucking her face and Ant was fucking her anus; she'd been starting to prefer anal to vaginal recently. She said she thought it was because anal seemed kinkier now that she was already knocked up. After a lot of gripping and pounding and grunting, he finally knotted her ring, I came down her throat, and we both hunched over Claire's body to gasp for breath. Today, instead of just turning around and getting off Claire's back like he usually did, Antonio started licking my face. I didn't mind, but as I panted, he managed to flick his tongue into my mouth. It surprised me, but his tongue tasted of Claire's cunt (you can guess why), and I got excited and held his head steady as I sucked on his tongue and made out with Antonio, my dog brother. That's the sight Mom got when she came into the room to tell us dinner was almost ready. You know, I'd fantasized about dogs before... for most girls my age, the assumption was that a dog was going to be your only boyfriend when you got older. But I guess I'd always been a little intimidated from trying anything with Antonio. However, I had matured a lot in just the time since I'd lost my virginity, and sex, every facet of it, was rapidly shrinking in scariness and growing in mystery and excitement. I was increasingly interested in gay sex, and also dogsex, and partly because I realized more and more that Claire was right when she said Antonio was part of the family. Having discovered the joys of incest, I was now committed to fucking every member of that family, and after seriously enjoying a silicone cock up my tight little butt from Claire's trans friend, Tom, I was certain I would have put out for my father, had I met him. As Antonio had been fucking my mom for years before I did, he was the closest thing to a "dad" I'd probably ever have. I started by learning to suck his cock. Mom actually helped show me how. Claire had never done it before, and Mom encouraged her to try it, too. I think we all enjoyed that little reversal of our typical roles, with Claire for once being the squeamish one and Mom the shameless slut as we kissed and licked Antonio's dick as it slid out from his sheath. Mom, it seemed, had finally gotten over her silly inhibitions, and she encouraged me and squeezed my buns as I hunched over Antonio's belly and played with his furry balls and took his cock in my mouth until he came massively down my throat! I drank down what I could, and was surprised at how much I enjoyed the taste. Claire said she really didn't, but she enjoyed making "her other man" happy. I'd certainly made Antonio happy, and he was eager to lick my cock and balls, as if in thanks; I jerked off with his dogspit and he licked me until I came ribbons across his furry face. ... Somehow, life was to get even better. Mrs. Rosenthal pulled me aside the next morning before class and told me that she had discussed my virility with the rest of the staff, and that a number of them, herself included, were interested in doing whatever it took to conceive. I joked that what it took was having sex, and she didn't laugh... but she did slowly raise up her conservative dress until I could see that she wasn't wearing panties. I fucked her in her office that morning, with my principal laid belly up on the same desk I fucked Officer Bradley on. In both their cases, I'd given their snatches a good licking first; Claire insisted that a gentleman should get his lady off as well, and it truthfully turned me on getting such a close-up view of that intimate area of a woman and getting to know her individual taste. I spent the rest of that day with a smile on my face, wondering childishly if I could study to taste pussies the way that stuck-up grown ups tasted wine. From then on, every recess period, I was given special permission to stay inside in one of the classrooms, fucking an interested faculty member of my choice. Pretty much all the staff was available; remember, I was potentially their only chance at ever having kids, although many of them really just wanted cock. Ms. Basra, our young, middle-eastern librarian, always wanted it in her ass; I might have been a kid, but I still knew that's not where babies come from. Some of the women just wanted a pussy-eating to get them warmed up and then a simple "wham, bam, thank you ma'am (should I go back to class now?)", but many, including Ms. Basra, really got into the actual sex part of it. Ms. Pearlman was a beautiful woman with big, curly hair and *huge* breasts, which she loved to squeeze together as I fucked her cleavage and came across her face, though I often preferred to save my swimmers for her womb. She was my current 5th grade teacher, and it made class so much better that I could just stare at her and daydream, remembering how she looked under her clothes, and she would blush and look away from me as she caught me staring at her and knew exactly what I was thinking about. You'd better believe, though, that I still had plenty for Mom and Claire when I got home! I even had some extra for sweet Antonio. It was much more common for me to be fucking one of my girls while Antonio pleasured the spare, but me and Antonio explored each other, too, much to the delight of Claire who loved seeing "both her guys getting along so well". ... One evening, I was feeling a little more submissive than usual, and Mom and Claire both jumped at the chance for a little role reversal. I was tied up and bent over Mom's bed, naked, and my girls proceeded to tease my ass in every conceivable way. They took turns teasing my balls and cock with their fingers and licking my ass and sticking their thin fingers inside me to wiggle about. They even let Antonio have a turn rimming me as I gasped and squirmed on the bed, clenching the tongue that was sliding so deep inside me. Claire added a little more lube after with her fingers, and then she slowly fucked me with one of her dildos. Mom upped the ante, wearing a strap-on she had bought to use on Claire (often while I fucked her daughter's mouth at the other end of the spitroast) and she fucked me aggressively, though not too aggressively, only jokingly half-committing to the roleplay of being a mean, big man while I was her little bitch squirming in pleasured agony until I came across the sheets! As I laid in my own wet spot, whimpering submissively while I watched my girls make out with each other, teasingly rubbing their sexy breasts and bulging bellies together, I felt Antonio suddenly hop on my back! Mom and Claire turned to see and they both gasped. "Tyler..." Mom said, breathily, as she hastily crawled over to me on the bed. "Do you want me to get him off you?" "No," I gasped back, "help him get it in." She pointed Antonio's cock to my tight butthole and he drove it in, getting me crying out submissively! I'd had phalluses in there plenty of times by now, but everyone had been much gentler than Antonio. Still, I toughed it out, whimpering from the rough fucking I was getting, the harsh feeling of Ant's knot smacking against my ass and how sore my ring was, but the pain went away; it was always incredible to feel Antonio's wonderful fur rubbing against my bare skin and as he bumped my prostate he drove me wild! With my girls on either side of me comforting and encouraging me, I took my dog's knot and groaned as he filled my bowels with dogsperm! Antonio stayed in position on my back as I laid beneath him, still hunched over the bed, with Mom and Claire holding me and comforting me. "Did you like it?" Claire asked. I had to admit that I did. Later that night, right before bed, Claire insisted I tried something else with Antonio, starting first with this argument: "You're the Man of the House now, Tyler. Me and Mom are your bitches; our bodies belong to you, we live to serve you, we'll obey your every command..." "When you're old enough," Mom interjected. "I do still have to be your responsible mother." Claire rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, until he's older, you can be in charge of all general boring life stuff, like saying when bedtime is, but he's still your master in the bedroom. Right?" Mom blushed and nodded, giving me a submissive smile. "Well," Claire continued, "you know by now that we both submit to our cute little Master Tyler. BUT Antonio might not know that. Hot as that was watching him fuck you, we can't let him think that you're his bitch; YOU are the Master of this house, and he is YOUR bitch." Mom could see where Claire was going, but wasn't sure about this. I just was lost. Claire called Antonio over and grabbed some lube from the nightstand. Me and Mom both gasped in surprise as Claire held up his fluffy tail and slid a lube-covered finger into his ass! He squirmed uncomfortably, but didn't resist, not even as she started slowly pumping that finger in and out and then she added a second and a third. I was just staring at the sight of his stretchy tailhole wrapped around Claire's knuckles; it was pretty weird, but I was kind of into it. Enough, at least, that I managed a hard-on, which I slid up my canine's lubed asshole and fucked him with! He stood obediently in place as I pounded his furry ass, my hairless balls slapping against his furry sack, and he'd just let out the occasional grunt or whimper until I dumped my first load in animal rectum. ... From then on, Antonio and I had no boundaries. I still preferred fucking my beautiful incestuous girlfriends (how could I not?) but I also messed around with Antonio regularly, sometimes just to turn my girls on with the pervy sight. And I didn't need to always be the center of attention; Mom and Claire were exploring each other more and more regularly, enough that I was happy to feel like they were as sexually interested in each other as I was in them! I loved to watch them together, mother and daughter making out, 69ing, scissoring, or sharing a strap-on or double-sided dildo, and while they went at it, I would wank using Antonio's ass as a fleshlight. He was a very intelligent dog, and Mom and Claire, together, taught him to "present" his ass on command. Between my intense, regular family sex life at home, the regular visits from our lesbian aunts and their pet daughter, and my daily lunchtime trists at school with teachers, administration, the gym coach, and even the janitors, my life was an incredibly whirlwind of sex the likes of which I never could have begun to imagine. Little did I know just how much more incredible my life would get. ********** If you enjoyed the above story, feel free to contact me at jacktherabbit@doglover.com with comments, critiques, or suggestions. Let me know what you liked, or if there's any pairings or kinks you'd like to see in the series. Also, consider donating to Nifty. They host gigs of smut, providing you years-worth of wanking material for free, but it's not free for them. Help offset that cost with the donation link below. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Love, Jack the Rabbit