Almost as if it were routine by now, I hand over the still slightly warm cup - my little swimmers inside ready to be distributed across the entire world - to the doe-eyed medical assistant who is supposedly focused intently on her PC screen, while waiting for me.
I know perfectly well that she’s only pretending.
While I was busy fulfilling my daily duty in the room specially prepared for me, I could clearly hear her pressing herself against the door from the other side.
On top of that, there’s the telltale way she’s breathing. It’s far too fast. No one who is simply sitting at a desk sounds like that.
Especially not someone with a figure as fantastic as hers.
Should I have asked her to keep me company? Doing the “work” together would definitely have been a lot more enjoyable. I can’t complain about the material I was given, but this woman’s attractiveness really puts everything else in the shade.
Curiously, I lean forward and peer behind the desk where the medical assistant sits on her swivel chair with her legs crossed. Of course I immediately notice that she has unbuttoned the top button of her tight lab coat to put her full breasts on perfect display.
When she catches my gaze, she slowly parts her legs and holds the position for a moment before slowly crossing them again. The tight band of her over-the-knee stockings presses pleasantly against her soft thighs, which are practically begging to be touched by me.
The medical assistant is no longer looking at the screen. Its pale glow reflects in her large brown eyes and makes her small black button nose glisten slightly. Her eyes are fixed on me, and as her hand finally closes around the cup containing my warm juice, our fingers brush together as if by accident.
I can feel her trembling lightly. Her reaction makes me grin. She’s excited, of course. I’m probably the first male being she has ever met.
She clearly belongs to the most common phenotype of anthropomorphic women in this world - the ones who look relatively human, if you ignore her short, light-brown fur (which is even noticeably lighter from her face down to her cleavage), the black tip of her nose, or the cute antlers protruding sideways from her hair. In every other respect she doesn’t differ at all from what I would once have called a human.
Here, however, different standards apply. In this world I was suddenly transported into for some reason - right in the middle of my morning commute - there are no humans in the conventional sense. These beings live, speak, and behave exactly like us, but they look different. More animalistic.
I still don’t know much about how this world works; I only arrived here recently. But I have already understood the two most important points.
A: There are no men left. They all died nineteen years ago from a mysterious disease.
B: My sperm is compatible with every single woman who exists here.
To the inhabitants of this world, who have considered their species on the brink of extinction for a long time, I am a gift from God.
And who knows, maybe I really am?!
After all, I somehow ended up here!
Even though the fate of these women touches my heart, I can’t complain about my personal situation so far.
After my arrival caused quite a stir, I was quickly picked up by the female scientists of Project Eve. Ever since the outbreak of the mysterious disease that wiped out all men, they have been researching ways to ensure the survival of their species.
At first I was a little worried they would lock me up and use me as a slave, nothing more than a sperm donor, but my fear was unfounded.
As it turned out, after almost twenty years without any births, they first have to rebuild the entire infrastructure to prepare society for what’s coming.
Everything is missing, from birth clinics, to daycare centers, to schools…
The list is endless.
That’s why it’s completely enough for Project Eve that I show up once a day for my sperm donation, which is then shipped from here all over the world and distributed to women who desperately want to become pregnant by me.
I’ve heard the waiting lists are unbearably long. Of course they are! Almost the entire fertile population of the planet has signed up.
Fortunately, however, I’m still allowed to fuck my way through the world however I please, independent of the official donation. And because every woman here is dying to get pregnant but has to wait far too long because of the lists and the missing infrastructure, they practically throw themselves at me.
No matter where I go, these anthro girls signal to me - sometimes more, sometimes less subtly - that they would literally do anything to get their hands on my precious seed.
Luckily, most of them are exactly the right age. When the disease broke out there was a massive baby boom, a final desperate stand against the inevitable extinction of their species.
Interestingly, every single child born after that turned out to be female.
And since the rest of the fertile women at the time of the outbreak were still too young, I now live in a world that consists almost exclusively of hot anthro babes who have never in their lives felt a real cock inside them, let alone seen one.
Worrying about sexually transmitted diseases is therefore completely off the table for me.
It’s completely bizarre: what is practically an apocalypse for most living beings in this world feels like a dream come true to me.
And if it really is a dream, I hope I never wake up!
While I’m lost in thought, the medical assistant suddenly stands up, probably to store my valuable load in one of the refrigerators.
My eyes are drawn once again to her wonderful, light thighs. The short fur on the outside is a soft light brown, turning almost white toward the inside. When I first arrived in this world I found the sight a little strange, but I quickly learned to appreciate it.
I know immediately that her choice of clothing is no coincidence, nor is the seemingly casual way her short, bushy deer tail, poking out through the hole in her white skirt, brushes across my lap as she squeezes unnecessarily close past me.
I already know exactly what’s directly beneath that tail, and I don’t have to strain to spot the gentle rosy shimmer peeking out from under the opening in her clothes.
When she finally returns from the cooling chamber, her eyes are sparkling with excitement. She seems to have hoped I wouldn’t simply disappear without saying goodbye.
Once again she passes me so that our bodies touch, but this time I feel how her ass presses firmly against my groin for a moment.
As she does it, I grab her right hand and sniff her fingers with interest. My instinct was right.
“You know,” I whisper into her ear while her slender, athletic body with its round hips snuggles against me, “instead of secretly touching yourself behind the door, you could have just kept me company. There’s a reason I don’t lock it.”
She gasps heavily. “That could cost me my job!” she says in a trembling voice, while her free hand is already busy unbuttoning her blouse.
Curiously my fingers wander over the fine white fur trim on her belly and slide down to her panties, which are already completely soaked.
Unable to contain my greed, I rip them off her and throw them to the floor, where they land with a wet slap.
Then I explore the tender, rosy opening of her pussy resting amid that fine white fluff. My fingers glide over the slippery juices caressing her expectant lips.
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