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>you got your letter today
>the state wants you to go some office to get your wife assigned
>usually the start of a new life as a pampered chewtoy
>but you'd done your research
>when you rented your apartment you'd tactically selected a catchment area that is almost entirely populated by herbivores
>sloths, capybaras, sheep
>stuff like that
>no hyenas, wolves or other crazies
>If you play your cards right you'll get some dopey girl that you'll be able to give the slip and skip town
>Maybe even steal a car
>then go and live off the grid in some sleepy middle of nowhere village
>You are a genius
>You get the bus down to the local office, a former DMV centre
>It's during the day so it's quiet, not many other passengers
>you were slightly worried when some huge pitbull girl got on, but she had a dude half her size clinging to her
>the two of them were acting all lovey-dovey up the front while you tried to remain inconspicuous
>the pit was licking the guys face with a tongue the size and shape of a shovel, and kept prodding him to get objects out of his pocket for her to chew on
>and snap with her massive jaws
>you watch in horror as the femur bone of some large animal breaks like a twig in her mouth
>at this her boy toy politely applauds and pats her head, and gets a face full of tongue again
>these people are fucking nuts
>after another 10 minutes of this you are finally in the centre of town, at the old DMV
>you could still see the outlines of the old letters on the side of the building where they had been taken down
>Someone had graffitied it to say
>Department
>of
>Male
>Violation
>in green paint, along with a bunch of stylised letter Ys and grinning teeth symbols
>fucking yeens
>You hurried inside under the actual new sign, reading 'State Office for Marriage' in standard government print
>inside the lobby there are the usual insipid pictures of happy couples and other propaganda
>pamphlets full of tips for looking after a human husband
>info on tax breaks
>safe restraint techniques and how to deal with escape attempts
>the usual stuff
>you filter through into the main hall
>there's a queue of guys all holding the same letters as you filtering through to a row of kiosks
>most of them look as dejected as you feel
>there's a window running along one of the walls into another room, filled with anthro women of various species
>several of them are staring intently through the glass at the guys plodding through the maze of queue barriers
>a hyena is licking the window and panting, a berserk grin on her face
>no surprises there
>you join the end of the line, behind a young guy who looks far too upbeat for a man about to be forced into marital servitude
>he starts trying to talk to you, asks if you are excited to get picked
>oh god
>you try to fob him off but he doesn't take the hint and starts pointing out girls in the waiting room, saying all kinds of stupid shit
>this attracts the attention of the yeen, who starts banging on the glass and waving at him, to the annoyance of the other women
>he cheerfully waves back and nudges you, saying he think's he's got a good chance
>you are utterly baffled, where do they find these people
>thankfully you are soon separated from this crazy person as the queue filters out to the kiosks
>a tired looking rat girl is sat behind the computer
>she asks for your papers so you hand over the letter
>she scans it in and asks you to confirm your personal details
>you give over your name, address and date of birth
>as soon as she puts in your name the white light of her computer screen flashes red across her face
>shit
>"Really, dude? do you know how much paperwork we have to do every time we process a runner?" she groans
>she flicks the microphone on her desk
>"can I get security to kiosk 4? Got a Code 3 here"
>you think about running, maybe you could get out of here before they can grab you
>not a chance
>a chunky pig girl in full mall cop regalia has already blocked off your escape route as she swaggers over
>"You always get the best ones, June." She chuckles to the rat "What's this one's malfunction?"
>"2 counts of avoiding state advised dating without reasonable excuse, 1 count of faking illness to avoid marriage selection and 1 count of attempted escape of state care"
>the pig whistles and looks you up and down
>"well you're a right piece of work, aint'cha?"
>you try and bullshit them, saying that's all in the past and you just want to settle down now
>if your plan is going to work you need to get assigned to some ditz you can escape from
>as you talk crap, behind the pig you can see the young guy from before being led into the anthro waiting room
>he runs over to the hyena, who immediately hoists him into a fireman carry and sprints out of the room like she's just robbed a bank
>which given that she's a yeen she probably has experience
>the rat is on the phone to her supervisors, wanting clarification on what's to be done with you, while the pig just stands there arms crossed and listens to you babble
>the rat finishes her call and starts typing again, cursing under her breath
>"Nice try with the catchment area crap, buddy. The bosses just told me they've had your internet bugged for the last month. You're getting assigned from the special assignments pool."
>shit shit shit
>that doesn't sound good
>the pig laughs
>"Man, you are fucked now. Should have just gone quietly, pal."
>you ask what the hell the special assignments pool is
>the rat sighs
>"some girls actually volunteer to marry troublemakers like you"
>"they sign a bunch of waivers and get vetted as capable of taking on special cases"
>oh great
>not only have you been spied on for the last month and all your plans rumbled
>but you've been earmarked for the "rebellious humies need snapped in two, please sign here" scheme
>this day couldn't get any better
>at least this would delay the process a little
>it would surely take them a while to find one of these psychos, maybe you find a way to dodge this
>the rat gets another call
>balancing the phone between her neck and ear, she starts typing like crazy again while giving someone directions on the other end
>"keep him here? no problem just ring us when you're outside, we'll drop him off at the car"
>she hangs up and looks over the counter at the pig
>"she'll be here in an hour"
>you ask who's coming, a higher ranking officer to process your case?
>"no, dumbass"
>"that was your wife"
>”she'll get you out front in an hour”
>your blood runs cold
>so soon?
>the pig grabs your arm and waves bye to the rat as another “happy customer” approaches the kiosk
>the excitement over, the rat sighs and waves a sad little wave back as you are led away and her day returns to tedium
>the pig leads you into her little office with a window looking out over the street
>you wait there with her while she smugly berates you about how you wouldn't be in this mess if you'd just done as you were told the first time
>honestly you aren't really paying attention
>you're scanning every car that passes, trying to figure out which one is carrying your doom
>an anthro that volunteered to take on difficult guys
>what the hell does that look like?
>images flash through your head of german shepherds with latex, whips and questionable politics
>trailer trash rats looking for another baby daddy
>survivalist badgers in prepper bunkers filled with machine guns and cans of beans
>whole platoons of yeens
>old money wolves that'll hunt you for sport
>all these and more whiz through your head
>the pig is trying to show you pictures of her husband
>”look how happy he is!”
>the hour crawls by as you desperately track each vehicle
>then the pig's radio squawks
>as she goes to answer it, you see an expensive looking green estate car roll up
>here we go
>the pig confirms with the rat back at the desk that that is indeed your ride
>she hustles you out of the office and out of the front door
>you blink as the low evening sun gets your eyes
>”good luck, buddy, I think you'll need it!” the pig chuckles as you approach the ominous car, it's windows tinted
>the driver's door opens, and a pair of long striped legs come out
>a tiger woman in office attire and a skirt gracefully pulls herself out of the car
>she looks down at you with a pair of warm golden eyes through a pair of glasses, backlit by the sun
>she's a foot taller than you
>god above, you are fucked
>”Hello darling, my name's Alice.” she says. Her voice is calm and soothing, and she offers you her large clawed hand.
>”Want to get in the car so I can dodge a parking ticket?” She jokes, and opens one of the rear doors.
>The pig looks over her paperwork, trying to find the right forms.
>”Ms Blau?”
>”Doctor Blau, but yes. I've already sent on all the necessary paperwork to your colleagues, and I've got a copy of his file, officer. Thank you for your assistance.”
>The pig shrugs, gives you a half assed wave and heads back inside
>”Okay doc, enjoy yourself. Check up is in a week.”
>you are left alone with your bride-to-be
>”Clock's ticking, hun. Parking warden is probably right around the corner.” Alice whispers conspiratorially to you
>she's still patiently offering you her hand, and holding the door of the car open
>you think about running, but looking at her you wouldn't get far
>at least she seems nice enough
>haha
>you take her hand
>she grips it tightly and ushers you into the back seat
>the interior of the car is all plush cream leather, polished silver and black detailing
>she must be a doctor if she can afford something like this
>she swiftly closes the door once you are sat down, and climbs into the driver's seat
>she's barely sat down before she turns on the child lock, disengaging the rear doors
>no getting out now
>You meet her eyes in the rear view mirror
>”So, how's your day been so far?” she asks languidly as she maneuvers her way through the busy city centre traffic
>you don't really know how to answer, so you just shrug
>”I imagine you're nervous but don't worry. We'll have plenty of time to talk when we get back to my place.”
>you drive for another fifteen minutes, the big car effortlessly eating up miles of road.
>Alice asks you what you do for a living
>you give a non-committal answer about this and that
>”Huh, with your degree I thought you might have a job working with computers.”
>your blood runs cold
>you ask her how she knows about your degree
>seeing your shock, she grins in the rear-view mirror and lists off your date and place of birth, your full list of qualifications and your last three employers
>”Don't look so scared, darling. I've read your file. The state sent it to me a week ago when your letter was sent out.”
>the bottom falls out of your world
>this whole thing was orchestrated from the start
>her eyes are boring into yours as you glide along the freeway
>”I need to know as much as I can about you if I'm to take care of you, anon. It's part of my duty of care as your wife, and as a doctor.”
>”Especially since you have these problems with authority.”
>”But we can talk about that once we've had dinner.”
>the car pulls up to a row of townhouses on a leafy boulevard
>Alice parks up on the street and gets out, before coming round to let you out
>she takes you by the hand and leads you up the steps to the door
>”We can head over to your place tomorrow and pick up anything you need. I'll call your landlord and let them know you are moving out.”
>she unlocks the front door and you both head inside
>sunlight streams in the windows of the lounge, where a large leather couch and a pair of armchairs crowd around a stone fireplace
>Alice heads towards the kitchen and motions to the couch
>”Sit yourself down, I'll get us something to drink.”
>whatever
>this is all a bit much
>you sink into the soft leather as you hear a cork popping
>Alice comes back over with a pair of crystal glasses of red wine
>as she hands it to you, you sigh in dejection
>this doesn't seem too bad
>”Cheers, honey.” Alice says, a warm smile on her face. She takes a sip of her wine.
>you offer a wan smile and drink a mouthful.
>immediately something's wrong
>you fucking idiot
>your mouth goes numb
>rule number 1
>don't drink anything you haven't poured yourself
>dumbass
>you try and stand, but your legs are already going weak
>Alice calmly takes the glass from your hands before you can drop it and places it on the table
>what the hell did she dose you with
>with herculean effort, you manage to take a step away, towards the door
>as soon as you try and take another you fall
>straight into her arms
>”My, did that go straight to your head? We need to work on your relationship with alcohol, darling.”
>she holds you up as your whole body turns to jelly
>but you are still fully conscious
>you start panicking, weakly twitching in her embrace
>”After all, I've seen your file. How much cheap vodka you've been buying over the last year.”
>”You need help.”
>she drags you over to one of the armchairs and sits down, pulling you onto her lap.
>you try and wriggle away
>”Now now, don't struggle. Focus on breathing. We've got about 15 minutes until the dose takes full effect so just try and relax for me, my little man.”
>She pulls up her phone
>”We can use this time to have a look over the rest of your file.”
>she starts reading over your criminal history, how you have been trying every trick in the book to get away from marriage
>”What's odd to me is how much effort you've put in, yet you are still living in the city, where the state can keep trying to get you assigned.”
>”You could have just ran off into the wilderness if you hate anthros so much. It's not unheard of.”
>She leans in close to your ear
>”I think you want to get caught. You want to put up a big fight to satisfy that male ego of yours, but deep down you know where you belong.”
>she pulls up another page
>your internet history
>not good
>”Now this is interesting. Apart from all the cruel posting you've been doing on buncel.net you've also shown some worrying patterns.”
>she pulls up an order receipt for booze from a friday night.
>”You self medicate with alcohol.”
>She swipes onto a porn site, where a still image of BROKEN BOYS XII shows a young man with his face deep in some canine's pussy, a clawed hand yanking his hair
>”Then you indulge in degrading pornography.”
>then the final tab
>oh no
>not this one
>Youtube : YEEN'D: SFW AFTERCARE COMPILATION
>”Then this. You poor thing. How many times have you watched this?”
>she presses play on the video
>a man and a big hyena are lying in bed all wrapped up in blankets, cuddling each other
>a tinny voice plays out of the phone speakers
>”I love you babe, you're such a good boy.”
>you fall apart, weakly blubbering in Alice's arms
>she pats your head
>”Shhh it's okay. This is what you want, isn't it?”
>”I can be there for you. But you need to understand something.”
>”You are unwell. You've been doing harm to yourself for so long that you can't undo it by yourself.”
>”You need me to help you.”
>”You belong here. You belong to me.”
>She tilts your head up with a hand
>and kisses you
>you're face isn't numb anymore
>but you still can't move
>you can feel her claws cradling her throat, her lips pressed against yours
>you can't get away
>she goes deeper
>she pushes her tongue into your mouth, eliciting a weak little moan from you as her free hand begins effortlessly tearing your shirt to ribbons
>you can taste the wine on her lips
>you can feel her claws running down your chest
>it's terrifying
>but she's right
>somewhere deep inside you you've always wanted this
>you hid it, hated yourself for it
>but it was always there
>she breaks away, panting, her eyes aflame with desire
>”You can feel it all, can't you?”
>“For the next hour, you'll be able to feel everything I do to you.”
>“But you can't stop me. You'll never be able to stop me.”
>She tears off what's left of your shirt and stands up, lifting you in her arms
>she walks over to the huge fireplace, and places you on the rug in front of it
>with a snap of her fingers the fire springs to life
>she stands over you, panting, backlit by the flames
>with a grunt Alice rips off her own shirt, her bra and her skirt
>then kicks her shoes across the room and clambers on top of you
>you still can't move
>but like she said
>you can feel everything
>the heat of the fire
>her fur rubbing over your skin
>her breath on your neck
>her hands undoing your belt
>you are hard as a rock by the time she yanks your trousers down to your ankles
>she rubs her big, fluffy hands over your cock, licking her lips
>she laughs
>”At least the important part of you still works, honey. That dose was perfect.”
>”Sometimes I even impress myself.”
>you barely manage to force out a few words from your uncooperative mouth
>”you're crazy,” you croak
>She giggles, then crawls up your body, running her claws up your arms to rest on your shoulders.
>“Well if your precious little mouth is back online, I guess I'll have to make use of that too, won't I?”
>She destroys her panties with a single claw, baring her drooling, fuzzy cunt.
>“You know what you need to do, right? My little broken boy?”
>crazy isn't the right word
>She pulls your head up by the hair and shoves her pussy into your face.
>she isn't gentle
>she grinds against your face, panting and growling
>you do your best to give her what she wants
>for a good couple of minutes you make out with her sex, getting utterly drenched in her scent
>then she stops, and pulls you in for another kiss.
>”You're such a good boy, darling. You deserve to get off too.”
>the words are like electric fire running through your body.
>she holds you close for a moment, a placid smile on your face, her eyes lidded
>Alice shifts positions and lies on top of you, embracing you
>she starts nibbling at your neck
>”When I worked A&E I never got the appeal of marking boys. It seemed so risky. Barbaric. I've had more than one idiot have to get her mate airlifted to hospital with a jugular bleed.”
>”But..” She stops her teasing for a moment, her instincts clearly warring with her better judgement.
>then she strikes
>Her teeth sink into the nape of your neck
>you let out a strangled cry of pain
>it's agonising
>but some sick little part of you is satisfied
>your hers now
>you'll always have her mark on your flesh
>she growls like a rabid beast
>then releases you
>”God I'm so sorry, darling. I just couldn't help myself.” She looms over you, her eyes unfocused, her teeth stained with your blood. She licks it off.
>“It doesn't look bad, okay? I'll get it properly dressed once we're done.”
>”Let me make it up to you, okay?”
>she moves to straddle your waist
>positioning herself above your unattended, painfully hard cock
>”I nearly forgot the most important part.”
>agonisingly slowly, she lowers herself onto you
>you let out a throaty groan as she sinks lower and lower
>”Make as much noise as you can, baby. I want to know how much you like this, okay?”
>then she starts riding you
>her hands digging into your sides, she rides you like a jackhammer
>she starts panting and chuffing, her animalistic noises mixing with your weak, breathy moans
>you feel like you're disintegrating in her hands
>it doesn't take long before you are at your limit
>”Alice...” you moan
>”Yes darling, I know,“ she pants, her whole body shaking as she inches closer and closer to the edge
>she speeds up
>as she leans over you, one of her hands moves from your side,
>and wraps around your throat
>bang
>Alice shudders, screaming through gritted teeth as orgasm burns through her body
>her sex twitches and gushes all over you, sending you over the edge as well
>the feeling is almost religious
>you feel like you are vibrating out of your own body as rope after rope of seed shoots into Alice's womb
>the two of you collapse into a wet, shuddering mess
>Alice eventually comes to her senses, and lifts herself off of you
>she goes into the kitchen and brings back some gauze and some rubbing alcohol
>she rubs down the big bite on your neck, as well as some secondary scratches across your body
>she bandages your neck and ties it off
>”There. Wasn't much bleeding anyway but I'm not risking it.”
>Alice stoops down and lifts you up, holding you like a child
>”You're such a good boy, darling. I'll never let you go.”
>”Let's get to bed.”
>you wake up the next morning with an array of aches and pains but able to move again
>Alice is making breakfast in the kitchen
>she asks you to go out to the car and bring in some stuff she'd left in the trunk last night while she fries you up some eggs and bacon
>might as well get some fresh air
>you go outside, pulling your loaned sweater up over your bandages, and take in a deep breath
>you have no idea how to process last night but maybe it'll all work out
>you smell a whiff of tobacco from behind you and turn round
>no fucking way
>the young guy from the DMV yesterday is standing on the porch of the next house along, sporting a black eye, a cigarette in his mouth and a sweater with “It's not easy being Yeen” on it
>that pun is terrible fuck you
>He looks at you with a shit eating grin, and points out your bandage
>”Women, eh? Cant live with 'em, can't live without 'em, ey neighbour?”
>oh god no