Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2018 12:24:03 +0200
From: Jack Rabbit <jacktherabbit@doglover.com>
Subject: Remasculation 14

Remasculation 14 - Getting Hitched

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:

**********

I married Mom and my sister, Claire, in the summer before I started middle
school.  You could say it was rushing into things, but there was so much
uncertainty in our future, in everyone's future, that it didn't feel like a
bad idea to jump into the one thing that did feel certain in our lives.  We
didn't plan a huge ceremony, just a little event in the local park with
only a few people invited.  I guess, in a traditional wedding, it's
difficult to manage the familes of the bride AND the groom, but in our
case, they were all the same people.  We only really had Beth and Patti and
April as family, so the guests list was just them and a few friends.

Claire insisted that her and Mom have a "bachelorette party".  Mom
explained to me that was a saucy party for the bride to go wild on the
night before she was married.  They asked if I wanted a bachelor party,
explaining they'd probably hire a stripper, but I wasn't that interested.
So I asked instead if I could attend their bachelorette party with them,
which Claire loved.

We searched online to see if there was anyone offering a pre-planned
bachelorette party deal, but there wasn't much really aimed at straight
women; practically the only marriages now were lesbian, which most of the
party plans reflected, typically advertising female strippers instead of
male.  Claire said she might have to plan this all out herself.  Days
later, she excitedly announced she'd gotten it all figured out, though when
we asked for details, she just grinned and told us to trust her.

...

The date finally came, the day before the wedding.  We all met at a local
pub; me, Mom, Claire, Beth, Patti, and April, and Claire's crew, Izzy,
Vicky, Tom, Sam, and her girlfriend Lily.  We also managed to get in
contact with Officer Bradley, to thank her for standing up for us, and much
to our surprise she was pregnant as well!  Of course, the only people in
the group who weren't were me, April, and Sam (all minors), so no one drank
that night, but the pub served good hot wings and brought Mom and Claire
non-alcoholic cocktails with cock-shaped straws, and it was an appropriate
place to be loud and rowdy.

It was funny seeing nine pregnant bellies in one place and knowing they're
all carrying your babies.  We all showed up dressed in our frilliest,
girliest dresses, (as the invitation specified under "dress code") even me.
It was especially funny seeing our tough cop friend in her soft pink dress.
I had an adorable blue hand-me-down from Claire that was the poofiest,
girliest thing imaginable.  Izzy just couldn't keep her hands off me, she
thought I looked so cute; surprisingly, Aunt Beth was very affectionate
with me that night as well.

"You make a really cute girl, Tyler," she said as she rubbed up against me
with a smile.

"Uh, thanks!" I said, not sure what else to say.

"Could you wear that dress sometimes when you fuck me?"  Her hand trailed
down my back and gave my rump a squeeze.

"I'll think about it," I said, filing that away as an idea for a birthday
present.

As we nibbled on wings, Izzy and Aunt Beth stroked my cock under my dress
and I did my best not to cum. The dress code had also specified "no
panties".  The only one allowed to break it was Tom, who was our male
stripper; he came dressed in a cowboy costume he'd found, which definitely
looked a bit odd with his pregnant belly, but nonetheless he did a sexy
dance and striptease up on the bar counter to claps and encouraging cheers
and hoots, not just from us, but also from the many other women visiting
the bar that night.  When he was fully naked, he walked over confidently to
my mother, who was staring hungrily up at his body from down on a barstool,
and he just "tea-bagged" her face, albeit with his cunt since he lacked a
ballsack.  But she turned the tables on him by grabbing his ass and holding
him there, and she ate him out until he loudly came, to a chorus of cheers
from the rest of the bar.

As soon as Mom finished, leaning back and licking his juices off her lips,
Claire grabbed Tom's hips and went in for leftovers, while I decided to
catch up with our policewoman friend standing nearby.  I cuddled up behind
her, and as she pressed her back to me, I squeezed her tits and ground my
hardness against her ass.

"You know, I'm already knocked up," she said, as I pulled her dress up to
bare her muscular ass.

"That's why I'm gonna do your butt, Officer," I replied.

"Please, call me Denise."  She leaned over the bar and spread her legs, and
with a quick spit between her ass cheeks, I slide my dick into her asshole
and pumped inside her while she fingered herself watching Tom get eaten out
by Claire, and I filled her ass with cum just before her and our cowboy
came together.

...

At about 10 in the evening, Claire explained the next part of the night's
festivities; we were to all go to an address she texted to everyone
attending.  The address was just a parking garage near our actual
destination, as she didn't want to give us an address we could google and
spoil the surprise of where she was taking us.  We were to drive there,
park, and follow her to meet some "sexy dudes", is what she said.

Well, it turned out the place Claire brought us to was a kennel.  Really,
it was more of a dog brothel; they took care of some 30 dogs and trained
them in the practice of fucking humans.  As it happened, they had a special
deal for bachelorette parties, which Claire was told was very popular.  We
all assembled in one big room, and they let about 20 of their
"professionals" in with us!  Dogs of all shapes and sizes bounded over to
us and were immediately hopping up onto our chests to lick at our face
while their friends shoved heads under dresses to lick between our legs.

What followed was bestial carnage.  The dogs' tongues insistently teased
our nethers, their teeth and claws ripped at our delicate dresses, and they
bumped their bodies against us, trying to knock us down for a mounting.
April, of course, submitted gladly, and hoisted her dress up her waist and
stuck her butt up in the air for a pleased-looking bulldog who had his way
with her pussy while she let a boxer lick inside her mouth.  Claire, Patti,
Vicky, Mom, and even our officer friend happily bent over for their
bachelors and spread their legs, relishing the feeling of doggy tongues
swiping up inside them, soon followed by cocks and then knots.  Even Tom
and I bent over for pooches; the doberman I was with was very well trained
to lick my butthole and get it comfortably wet with his spit before he
mounted me.  Izzy found sex with dogs repulsive, but she still submitted to
a breeding from a big poodle with a look of disgust on her face; I later
found out that Claire had told her in advance getting fucked by a dog was
the condition for getting to watch *me* get knotted.  Lily was similarly
disgusted, but Sam ordered her to let herself get doggy-dicked, and she
obeyed.

For Sam and Beth, our two lesbians, the brothel also had a few well-trained
bitches.  Sam wasn't much interested in dogcock any more than human cock,
but she was still as kinky as my sister in other respects; she hungrily ate
out the animal pussy of a sleek Afghan Hound.  Beth, too, shoved her tongue
up into a furry Y-shaped gash, this one owned by a beautiful Husky bitch.
She'd never eaten dogcunt before, and she didn't particularly have much of
a bestiality kink (unlike her wife, who was moaning loudly from the
dalmation pumping his cock into her cunt), but pussy was pussy, and it
helped distract her from the feeling of the drooling St. Bernard on her
back slapping his knot against her mound as his dick drove in and out of
her cunt.  I ordered Beth to submit to any male dogs that wanted her
tonight, and she agreed without resistance.  Even Sam got knotted; she
didn't enjoy dogcock, but she wasn't a spoilsport; getting knotted was what
the night was all about!

Aunt Beth and Sam both got their bitches to quiver and cum multiple times
as they waited for their studs' knots to deflate and pull out of them.  It
made me kind of curious, and that night, I tasted my first canine pussy,
that of a beautiful Samoyed who I also fucked after the Doberman's knot
managed to slip out of me.  I wasn't the only one to top a bitch that
night; Tom, Sam, Beth, and even Mom had brought dildos, strap-ons, and
double-sided toys which they used to fuck a bitch of their choosing; Patti
had a strap-on, too, which she used to "pay back" the St. Bernard that had
roughly fucked her wife.  It wasn't in actual anger, though, as Patti made
sure not to hurt the big pup, and even gave his tailhole a good licking
beforehand to get it relaxed and wet for her silicone cock.

This, of course, was followed by another round of being knotted, and then
we all piled back into our cars, exhausted, leaking dog cum down our legs,
our dressed in tatters and stained with canine semen, and drove to our
respective homes.  We were all too tired to shower that night, and so we
just undressed and plopped into bed, our bodies streaked with drying animal
jizz.  Antonio excitedly hopped up onto the bed, intrigued by the smell of
all the dogs that had been on and inside us, and he padded around the bed
licking our bodies all over.  I just cuddled up to my Mom and Claire,
lightly squished between their big bellies, and drifted off to sleep as
Antonio's tongue soothed my sore pucker; I was beyond eager for the next
day.

...

The wedding was amazing.  Despite the perviness of the night before, it was
a pretty conservative affair, ignoring the incestuous and polygamous
element of the thing.  We were married in a private ceremony in the park.
Even though we weren't really very religious, we still got a priest, named
Pastor O'Donnell.  It was just part of the marriage tradition in Mom's
eyes, and Claire loved tradition as well.  I liked how mature and adult the
ceremony was, and I did my best to seem a mature, confident adult in my
adorably tiny fitted suit.

The guest list was small; our small extended family, Claire's squad, the
few of Mom's friends who didn't seem to have a problem with her marrying
her son (or at least were supportive enough of Mom to look past it), the
mere two of my friends whose parents approved of letting them come, and a
few of the women I'd gotten to know Biblically.  But nothing lewd went on,
if you ignored the number of clearly pregnant women, including Denise
Bradly and a few teachers from my school who had agreed to my invitation; I
walked up under the flowery arch at the center of the wedding ground, my
two wives walked up the aisle after me, all bright smiles in beautiful
white dresses.  My best "man" Roxie, a girl my age and one of my best
friends from school, handed me the rings which I placed on both their
fingers.  We said our "I do"s and shared a three-way kiss that Mom and
Claire had to bend down for.

Well, there was one *kind* of lewd part to the wedding; personally, I just
thought it was sweet.  The priest announced that there was another wedding
taking place tonight, and she gestured towards the back of the grounds;
Aunt Beth and Aunt Patti stood, holding leashes.  On the end of Patti's was
our German Shephard, Antonio.  On the end of Beth's was April, naked except
for her collar and a very bridal-looking tiara, crawling on all fours.
Beth and Patti led them up the aisle, where me and Mom fitted the two dogs'
collars with new, matching heart-shaped tags; Antonio's had his name on one
side, and "April's husband" on the other.  April's had her name on the
front and, on the back, "Antonio's bitch".  Then, Pastor O'Donnell married
April and Antonio.

It wasn't a real legal marriage.  Bestiality had become much more accepted
since the Demasculation, as had dog-marriage ceremonies like this, but they
didn't have any legal standing.  It was just a fun little ritual, and
Pastor O'Donnell had conducted many of them, and April begged and begged
that if I could get married, then so could she.  Some of Mom's friends were
a little uncomfortable, but they weren't shocked; these kinds of
"marriages" had gotten common enough that even the older crowd were
somewhat used to them.  Some of the adults even thought it was cute, and
"awww"ed as April said "I do" and kissed Antonio on the mouth.  She'd
promised Beth and Patti that, since Aunt Mary really wanted a traditional,
conservative wedding, she would restrain herself (and Antonio) from fucking
in front of everyone.  That's why, after she'd been married off and we
undid the leashes from the two married pups' collars so they could freely
play in the grounds, they both hurriedly ran off from view, disappearing
behind some far-off bushes.  The Pastor joked that the lovebirds couldn't
wait to enjoy their honeymoon, which got a few laughs.

The rest of the night was a blur of food, cake, speeches, and dancing, and
then, finally, hours after midnight, me, Mom, and Claire made it back to
our house.  We stumbled exhaustedly up the stairs, totally ignoring the
little orgy already playing out in the kitchen, with Beth sluttily shoving
her daughter's face into her hair twat while Patti was being knotted by
Antonio.  We made our way into Mom's bedroom, tore off our clothes and fell
onto the bed in a whirlwind of passionate kissing.  Mom and Claire took
turns swapping tongues with me, and I felt a special joy when I watched the
two of them kiss each other just as passionately, just as lovingly.  They
weren't just marrying me, they were marrying each other, as well.  That
night, when we fucked, Mom laid on her back with Claire on top of her, my
two girls making out as they frotted; I fucked my cock in between their
grinding pussies until and I fired ribbons of my jizz across their very
pregnant bellies.

...

The honeymoon was very nice.  Claire picked out a beachhouse to rent for a
week, one attached to a nudist beach.  Me and Claire forbade Mom from being
dressed the whole week, which embarrassed the heck out of her, but she
obeyed, and even seemed to enjoy it by the end, liking all the attention
from pervy lesbians staring at her pussy.  We became known on the beach
very quickly, but not because of our incestuous fucking; nudist and
sex-okay beaches, like this one, had pretty much all relaxed or removed
their age minimums since the law had changed, and they became popular
destinations for incest-loving familes in need of a sexy vacation.
However, you can imagine women flocking to get their first view of a
pregnant belly, not to mention a human cock, whenever I shamelessly fucked
my wives right on the beach.

Of course, it wasn't just us on honeymoon; April and Antonio were there as
well, and we gave them daily walks around the beach.  Antonio loved it
there; he loved running and frolicking and playing catch and swimming, and
he also loved mounting the many naked girls and women, most of whom happily
submitted to a knotting, though we did have to apologize to one woman who
Antonio forced himself on when we weren't watching him (Mom looked so
embarassed she might die as she kept apologize to the angry woman tied to
Ant ass-to-ass as her naked daughters giggled at her).  Beaches like this
had also become big destinations for dog lovers; many women came to these
beaches with their canine boytoys, and many girls and women were walked
around on leashes like April, to be fucked by the many actual dogs being
walked around the beach.  I lost count of how many knots April took over
the honeymoon; dog marriages are, after all, traditionally open.  Antonio
didn't show a hint of jealously as he licked other males' cum out of his
bitch's holes, and April didn't mind cleaning other girls' juices (human
AND canine) off his cock, and would gladly suck Antonio's cum out of the
girls themselves when ordered to.  Me, Claire, and Mom also weren't closed
in our relationship, but we mostly stuck to romancing and loving each
other.  Only once did we "swing" with the other beachgoers, when Claire
caught me checking out a hot blonde early 20s dogwalker and excited herself
with plans to get me to fuck her.  Sure enough, I did, mounting her
missionary style with her pretty back planted in the sand as I laid on top
of her, shooting sperm right up into her womb, while Mom and Claire's cunts
both took the huge knots of the dog-walker's two Great Danes.

...

Weeks later, Claire was the first to give birth.  Appropriate, as she was
the first to have sex with me.  Dr. Landis was there to deliver the baby,
(the doctor herself not yet pregnant from the few times I'd fucked her)
along with a couple young doctors to assist, a retired older woman (one
who'd delivered many babies before the Demasculation) to advise, and about
20 or so junior doctors stood just out of the way, watching Claire's birth
as part of their training, or simply to observe the miracle of life and an
incredible medical procedure that had become all too rare.  Claire probably
would have enjoyed having so many women staring at her pussy, but giving
birth was an intense and torturous experience she was clearly unprepared
for.

Mom and I held her hands as she writhed and gasped on the bed, grunting in
agony and doing her best to follow Dr. Landis' commands.  I was so worried
about her, it seemed to my young, inexperienced mind that she was dying.
I'd seen some old movies with birthing scenes, but I had thought all that
screaming and grunting was dramatic exaggeration, and it all feels so much
more intense anyway when you're experiencing it in-person rather than
through the TV.  I was already feeling pretty bad, and then when, in the
middle of cursing incoherently, I tried to comfort Claire and she grunted,
"you fucker!  Look what you did to me!", I just really felt like a piece of
shit.

But when our baby girl was delivered, the most incredible, serene calm
washed over everything.  Claire laid in bed with the infant nursing in her
arms, and she had this half awake, dreamy smile.  "Mom?" she said, weakly.
"Thanks for being here for me."

Mom held Claire's hand against her chest and smiled proudly at her
daughter.  "Of course I'd be here," she said, her eyes watery.

Claire grinned, looking like a drugged up angel.  "And thanks for going
through all that just to have us.  I think I need a moment just with Tyler
right now, though."

Mom completely understood, she knew exactly what Claire was feeling right
then.  She squeezed her daughter's hand and gave me a congratulatory hug
and a kiss on the lips before exiting the room.

I drew closer to Claire and squeezed her shoulder.  "Hey," she said, gazing
at me lovingly.  "Sorry for cursing you out there."

"You're not mad at me?" I asked.

"I *was*.  That was really rough, you little shit."  She grinned and weakly
punched me in my arm; she was always my older sister, and I loved her for
that.  She never hurt me, really, but usually I could feel her confidence
and her strength through her hand; today, her punch was so weak I barely
felt it.  I winced, pretending it hurt more than it did.  That just made
Claire giggle.  "You don't need to pretend, Ty.  I'll be back to full
strength before you know it."

I nodded, smiling, and wiping a tear from my eye.

"So yeah..." she continued, "I *was* mad.  But isn't this worth it?
Look..."  She moved her arm slightly so I could see the suckling newborn
baby.  "That's our daughter," Claire said, full of emotion.  "Cynthia."

I had never experienced anything like this.  My brain could not have been
developed enough to comprehend it fully; maybe no one can.  I felt
something more than joy, I felt something spiritual.  Me and Claire, our
love, had made this creature.  Young as I was, I felt empowered to do
everything I possibly could to protect and provide for our daughter.

Claire smiled at me and winked.  "I can't wait to make more."

We'd be back soon for Mom's delivery, another healthy baby girl we dubbed
Maddie.  Aunt Beth was next with a little girl we named Brittany.  And
then, finally, was Aunt Patti giving birth to my new son, Peter.  Cheers
went up through the delivery room when Dr. Landis pronounced him a healthy
baby boy; he embodied a renewed hope for the human race, but I loved all
four of my children.  I spent the rest of that summer until school started
back up again helping my girls take care of our young, four new additions
to our strange but wonderful family.

**********

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