#breeding program

[mother0fwyrms]

No...

NO......

NO NO NO NO NOO..

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Whelp...

We found Mite...

Mother Wyrm is... SSO happy-

*From now on when Mother Wyrm is speaking the text will be pink!*

[goon-bate]

"Pull that truck over, big man. Officer J. Minton, Kentucky State Police. I’ve been waiting for a real alpha to roll through my highway today, it's been quiet the past few hours. Look at ya… wide shoulders, thick arms, that confident stare. Exactly the kind of stud this state needs more of. That’s why I’m handing you this right now."

The officer extends his powerful arm, that ‘License to Breed’ paper gripped firmly between his fingers, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he looks the visiting alpha dead in the eyes.

"Consider this your official Kentucky welcome. Signed and authorized by me. While you’re in my territory, this license gives you full rights to breed anything — or anyone — you damn well please. No questions. No limits. You see a tight hole worth claiming? It’s yours. You want to pin some whores down and pump them full until they’re dripping your load? Go ahead, stud. I’ll make sure they are legally — maybe also physically — gagged to contest your lawful subjugation of their mind and body to your whim and desire. Out here where breeding runs deep and the stallions run stronger, we respect real men like you. So take it. Use it. Break in whatever catches your eye and leave them shaking, bred, and knowing exactly who owns them now. And if you need a hand enforcing that license…...well, you can just reach out to us in uniform and we'll gladly help ya spread that legs, shut that mouth or do whatever you damn well please. I won’t mind watching an alpha like you work. Welcome to Kentucky, brother,"

Inspired by this courtesy of @wpd4e2

[tawneybel]

could you do like a chad kaplan nsfw imagine from the first resident evil movie ? thanks !

Note: Takes place at end of first movie. Warning, seems like happy-to-be-alive sex at first then gets much darker. Contains body horror.

Imagine Kaplan licking you after you save him from the Licker.

If you hadn’t known any better, you would have assumed the injection had contained an aphrodisiac. Because why else would Kaplan be so ravenous for your approval? 

He’s just so relieved to be alive. 

Even with beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, his skin was nowhere as soaked as your panties, which were now hanging out casually betwixt your knees. Bent over, you could feel his perspiring brow rest on your ass. He signed blissfully, before pressing his sweaty palms against your buttocks, giving them a handful of squeezes each. 

Then he got back to work. Two thumbs parted your labia, his tongue plunging into your gap instead of lapping at your clit. You thought about diddling yourself. Then decided against it, not wanting to reach ecstasy quite yet. 

Alice was the one who jabbed him with the antivirus, you remembered, as Kaplan ate your pussy from the back. Your hands braced against glass. Thank God it was reinforced. The adrenaline had left your body, when you realized you were safe(r). Now it came roaring back in excitement at the soldier’s wet applications to your snatch. He should be thanking her. 

Where is she, anyway? With Matt?

Shoveling your essence into his beyond eager mouth, his tongue then extended further than expected.

Chad Kaplan hadn’t done anything so juvenile as lick his lips at the sight of you. Even though he’d been very, very interested since your introduction. He was a professional. It’d been an emergency. So you were pleasantly surprised you both shared Gorlin’s sign. Not that he would’ve guessed it, seeing as you both had been modest up until when he’d taken your face in his hands, kissed your forehead, and directly asked if he could perform cunnilingus. 

It was odd hearing someone who, to your knowledge, was normally so composed—even in a life or death situation—just lose himself completely. 

Kaplan’s (para)military, though. Or was. For an unethical pharmaceutical company. An onslaught of monsters and mutated people couldn’t shake him. 

An IT guy, you concluded, has to remain calm in emergencies. 

Just as you were pondering whether to grab his hair and throw yourself backwards on his face, he stopped. Neither of you spoke. Don’t be shy now, C.K. Then he licked your thigh. Tongue feeling wider than it had inside you. You chalked that up to the fact he’d been trying to stick it up there as deep as possible. (Make out with my cervix lol, ew.) It was pressed flat. Savoring you. 

A split second later you peeked down and spotted a bandaid on your left cheek. 

Oh yeah, I was injected, too. 

At some point. 

It was hard to keep track of everything that had happened since the train ride, your mind fuzzy with lust as it was. 

Your lover continued tentatively licking your thigh, like he was struggling to decide his next move. Frowning in confusion, but not reluctance, you noted his appendage was actually coiling around your leg. How freaking long is it? you thought, amazed as he dipped into your underwear. Comparing your initial discharge to the stuff he was getting straight from the source. Then he pulled your panties straight down your calves and dove in again. 

You almost yelped when he finally made you sit on his face. Tongue continuously writhing inside. Putting your faith in his uncanny strength, you lifted one hand from the window to cover your mouth. When you removed it, strands of drool connected your lips and fingers. Probably how Kaplan’s fingers would look if his mouth wasn’t engulfing your gash. The idea of getting digitally fucked made you shudder. Not quite in pleasure. His nails were really digging into your hips.  

Am I high? 

You were basically using him as a stool. He was sturdy. Still, you figured it was only polite to bend forward, so as not to cut off his air supply. Though something told you he’d hold his breath ad hoc. It was like he’d been born for this. To become a licker.

Licker. That word brought back a memory.

“Well,” a man in a white lab coat explained, “you owe us a Licker. With interest.” 

You tried to protest, but it was hard to be taken seriously restrained as you were, in stirrups and cuffs. Zero modesty. The staff seemed equally split between ignoring you and openly leering at your spread privates. And the cold, sterile room left your nipples ever hard. You couldn’t so much as shift an elbow to conceal them. 

At one point another doctor (?) sauntered in and cupped your vulva without warning. When he placed a thumb on your perineum, you begged him to remove it. Wary of his intentions. Nobody had done anything to really hurt (read bruise) you yet. Aside from the IV. No telling what was in it. 

You were hushed, told “you’re not getting penetrated so get your mind out of the gutter.” Then you noticed the syringe. 

“‘No penetration’?!”

“No digital penetration,” he drawled. “For now.”

Umbrella Corp only hired personnel that, if not ignorant, lacked ethics. Even when it came to obstetrics.  

Eyes wide, you saw what lay beyond the glass. Your rendezvous with Chad Kaplan wasn’t as consensual as you’d thought it was. He honestly liked you, though you believed he wouldn’t be doing this in front of an audience if he had a choice. In fact, if everything went according to plan, you figured, the former computer whiz would be too territorial to…

What? Let others around his nest? His mate?

Lickers didn’t generally attack each other, unless they were fighting over prey. Which you were, in a way. Though there wasn’t enough research into their mating habits. 

Hence why I’m here, you shuddered as Kaplan ground his nose into your taint. Another memory from your last encounter with an Umbrella employee flitted in.

“Welcome to the Licker Breeding Program.”  

Kaplan, of course, was no longer an employee. He was a test subject. Like you. 

Your juices were getting everywhere. Before his tongue finally withdrew, fast as a tape measure. You tried to settle your feet flat on the floor again, hands once again braced against the window. Like you were about to be subjected to a pat down. Kaplan paused again. Why, you didn’t know.  

It staved off an orgasm, though. Gave you time to ponder Alice and Matt’s location. With a sinking heart, you remembered Matt had been carted off to the Nemesis Program. Whether that was part of Umbrella’s propagation efforts, you couldn’t say. Probably something in “defense.” Hopefully he was in a far off lab. And ignorant of your degradation. 

An image of an amnesiac girl being unknowingly mounted by a mutated Matt popped into your head. This infernal corporation wanted your memories intact while you were being bred. Even if they initially had to sedate you. You couldn’t say the same for Alice, a skilled combatant. Even more reason to make her birth supersoldiers. 

Vaguely aware of Kaplan’s heavy breath, you actually rested your cheek against the window. Uncaring if it left a smudge. You reached down to pat his head. Then stopped when your fingers grazed his forehead. Unblinking, you slowly met his gaze. Kaplan’s forehead had begun to split. 

No visible brain matter yet, but solid claws jutted out of where his fingernails should’ve lain flat. Blood beaded on your scratchmarks. It was a testament to his remaining humanity that your hip flesh hadn’t been sliced to ribbons. 

You could readily imagine what he’d look like once the mutation was complete. Imagined him sniffing at his moulted skin, then quickly losing interest. Because he was already past any courtship rituals. Already well-acquainted with this mate. Who could be sedated if she wasn’t “in the mood.”

You frowned at the scientist who stood condescendingly on the other side of the glass. As your head cleared, you started to formulate revenge fantasies. If only you could interrogate him for a few minutes! 

“Be thankful we found your DNA best for being an incubator, not a monster.” 

[ledatheswann]

📖 “The Spring Hunt: Siren’s Song”

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: oviposition, a/b/o, mpreg, sex pollen, mating run, fantasy AU, non-human, strange anatomy, first time, 1949, age gap, siren AU, breeding kink, nesting, courting rituals, alpha Steve, omega Bucky.

Summary: Bucky participates in the village’s mating run.

The needed conditions could only be met at the spring’s equinox: that fragile sliver of time where the lengthening days matched the shortening nights, when the soil shivered loose and the earth began to sprout new life once again. When the alphas were clutching, and the omegas’ wombs ripened to receive them.

A.N.: This is really just the rambling intro to the fic that I will be posting for @intotheomegaverse’s and @stuckygeekevents’ Eggpreg Week 2026 event. But since this part of the story is much more info-dumpy than I prefer (especially for the very smut-driven fic it goes with), I thought I’d post it now and call it a prologue to the actual work. Enjoy my worldbuilding obsession! (And go check out the event if you haven’t already!)

Prologue.

The Island of Marvèlle was abuzz with activity as everyone prepared for the festival of that year’s spring equinox. As per tradition, the island’s four districts—Avènge, Hydrässe, Shelde, and Brooklyne—had banded together in the groveswood to celebrate the beginning of the season, a fertile time for both the land and its people, who held the distinction of being the last remaining, non-mixed Siren population in the world. 

Marvèlle was a small but proud Isle. Heavily mythicized by humans but quite regular in function and modest in resources, its size was often compared to that of Malta or Rhode Island, its land split into four distinct but harmonious districts.

Sheldebourg was the oldest and largest of the bourgs, with rival district Hydrässebourg being nearly as old. There was Avèngebourg, the younger offshoot of Shelde that had by then surpassed it in population if not in size, and still yet the village of Brooklyne. In addition to The Isle Four, that year’s festival marked the first wherein the hamlet known colloquially as Quen would participate in its own right. Though not yet officially broken off from Brooklyne, it seemed to be well on its way to being recognized as an official district, with much of the sitting Council hinting at a ‘yea’ vote in favor of granting status, should the matter ever come before them.

For millennia, island life had lent itself well to Marvèlle’s isolationism. Even well into the industrialized age of planes, trains, and automobiles, its inhabitants hadn’t mixed much with the rest of the modern world. Not until the War years came. Ever since the return of its drafted men from that horrid conflict, the Council Elders had consistently held that there should be no further mixing with the non-Siren population. ‘As little contact as possible,’ they insisted. There was no airport on Marvèllen soil, and The Isle Four all contributed a number of volunteers from their ranks, that they might maintain a rudimentary coast guard to prevent curious humans from boating in and coming ashore.

It was important, the Council maintained, that they preserve their heritage and their species as much as they could. Sirens of other island nations had failed to do so over the past century, intermixing with mainlanders, and one by one, as sure as the tide coming in, every such population had slowly declined, losing itself to the dominant human seed. Most of them lived almost indistinguishably from humans now, the Elders said, having given up the old Gods for one new one, living in stone houses with wires and pipes, their bodies transformed to mammals. Purportedly, some of them couldn’t even sing anymore! And oh, what a shame that was. To be a Siren without song? What a horrid, dreadful existence!

Such alarming changes warranted action, and the Council would often ask the people what they thought. Whenever polled on the issue, save for a troublesome portion of the Hydrässe, Marvèlle’s inhabitants were overwhelmingly of the same mind: As the last true, pureblooded Sirens left in the world, they had a duty to preserve their lineage. 

And that was why, each and every year at just the right time, they held the great Spring Festival and mating run. It was to perpetuate the species, to keep their culture alive, to celebrate the end of winter, to unify The Isle Four, and to cement their ties to the land. (But mostly to perpetuate the species.)

Because you see, unlike humans, sirenfolk rarely went into season outside of that very particular time of year. Oh sure, an alpha in good health could produce a new clutch every few months. But a spawning alpha did no good when an omega’s womb wasn’t ripened to receive. It was often remarked amongst the people, how fortunate it was that they lived as long as they did, or else they might’ve died out long ago. Nine or more decades of fertile years out of a roughly two hundred-twenty year lifespan did help to make up somewhat for having such a narrow breeding window.

There was one day. One, peak day (admittedly within a span of two or three additional possible days) where conception could occur in their kind. The needed conditions for a clutching alpha and ripened omega could only be met within that fragile sliver of time where the lengthening days matched the shortening nights, when the soil shivered loose and the earth began to sprout new life once again. That time was the Spring Equinox.

Because of this, it was rare indeed to find a native islander—man or woman, omega or alpha—whose hatchday didn’t fall somewhere within the early January timeframe. Almost exclusively, sirenfolk bred in the Spring, laid in the summer, and welcomed their hatchlings in the winter—a holdover from their ancestors’ days in more southern climates, it was commonly imagined, but ultimately a mystery lost to time, along with their supposed origins as murderous fish people (or bird people, depending on which myth one was reading—And really, Homer had done their kind an unspeakable disservice with that one. Drowning sailors for sport. Who ever heard of such utter nonsense?)

No, the Sirens of Marvèlle weren’t half-fish, or half-bird, or any other ridiculous permutation of shapeshifter that the humans liked to imagine them as. And they certainly weren’t murderous or conniving. They were merely a people: shrinking, vulnerable, and desperate to retain the remnants of their heritage.

In their fight against the creep of the modern age and the diminishment of their species, the Spring Festival and its associated mating run had gradually become the biggest event of the year. It was one of the only occasions where all of the Isle Four (well, five now, unofficially) got together in revelry and merriment, celebrated the season of renewal and growth … and chased each other through the groveswood to pair up and breed. 

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[yabagofmilfs]

For the prompt game:

Sid knew the procedure, he'd been auctioned and sold, offered up and paid for in full, and now it was time for the breeding ceremony.

vaguely dubcon (obviously)

He was too old to be nervous and it was hypocritical of him anyway; he’d spent the last 17 years doing everything he could to make himself indispensable enough to evade this fate, all the while telling the trembling rookies who took his place on the breeding bench that they should feel proud to have been chosen and grateful for their ability to give this gift to their team. All the things a captain should say, and all of them lies. 

And now here he was: strapped down and offered up to a russian rookie who’d still been in diapers when Sid had been drafted. They’d flown him over special for Sid they said, in tones that meant he should feel honored, and reassured Sid that even if the kid couldn’t speak a word of english, he’d scored very high on the compatibility scale—as though that mattered, as though Sid would even have the ability to close his legs if the alpha’s scent made him gag. 

It didn’t though, and that was the worst part—to have run from something for 17 years, only to find himself dripping down his thighs and aching for it as soon as he was caught.

[zoologynewsology]

How Zoos Have Made Themselves Relevant to Conservation

Written by Shanley Ryan

Zoos are responsible for some of the most extensive animal-based educational programs provided for the young and old. Often these programs are geared more towards children than adults. For example, Potter Park zoo has a zoo education program that brings children to the zoo to learn about animals, their environment, their husbandry, and even their conservation efforts in classrooms. Children easily grow attached to the animals they learn about while at the zoo. These fond memories often stick with them till adulthood. Once these children grow up and have children of their own, or even grandchildren, they hold onto that nostalgia they had as a child at the zoo and they bring their children to the zoo for similar experiences. While they’re at the zoo they may end up donating towards their favorite animal, spending money at the gift shop on stuffed animals and t-shirts or participate in fundraiser programs. However, the most important thing they must do is visit the extensive animal exhibits.

Educating the public is the most important aspect of an exhibit. A zoo’s goal is to plant the seed of conservation in the minds of their visitors. Once this seed has been planted it will grow in the individual’s mind and may possibly lead to conservational action. For example, a zoo can inform an adult visitor about the current laws or actions taking place that involve red wolves. Recently red wolf populations have been declining and changes in laws have threatened their territory. With this knowledge, a visitor can then make a conscious decision whether to take a stand to help the wolves. Unfortunately, not everyone will be able to reach out to their local governor, create a petition, or fundraise to help support the species. This is where the zoo comes into play. A zoo can accept donations, sell items in the gift shop and use the funds toward conservation efforts, or more. In addition, by allowing the public to experience a red wolf as a living breathing animal that can bond with others of their kind, they will gain sympathy and compassion for the animal. This is something that cannot be done without a zoo exhibit. Being able to experience the beautiful harmonic howling of these creatures firsthand is a very powerful encounter. A sound recording does not do the animal justice. A zookeeper’s primary goal is to engage, enlighten, and educate the public.

Additional programs such as the dolphin interactions and shows help encourage people to take action towards conservation efforts. This is shown through the surveys that were conducted between those that had seen dolphins and had not seen dolphins. Conservation-related knowledge (DS: t = -2.73, P < 0.01; IP: t = -12.12 P < 0.01), attitude (DS: t = -2.05, P < 0.05; IP: t = -12.33 P < 0.01), and behavioral intentions (DS: t = -11.23, P < 0.01; IP: t = -13.84 P < 0.01) in the short term were significant (Miller, 2013). Three months after these results continued to remain higher than that of the pre-show survey (DS: t = -2.56, P < 0.05; IP: t = -8.10 P < 0.01) (Miller, 2013). People who experienced these programs agreed that they felt their knowledge on the subject was significantly strengthened (Miller, 2013). They also found the programs entertaining and educational (Miller, 2013). If the public enjoys the programs and the programs themselves help influence more visitors to participate in conservation, then the zoos or aquariums that have similar programs should continue running them.

To further education in zoos many institutions have incorporated technological advances in hopes of drawing a younger more tech-savy crowd to the park. Utilizing screens, videos, games, animations, and more increases the likelihood of zoo visitors remembering crucial material from a zoo’s conservation message. In the future zoos may be able to implement virtual reality exhibits where visitors can experience an endangered animal’s habit without having to travel around the world. Having these realistic and memorable experiences may draw thousands of individuals from across the country to view and contribute to this future zoo’s conservation efforts.

To aid in conservation many zoos incorporate breeding programs into their institutions. For instance, Canis rufus, commonly known as the red wolf, is currently an endangered species and has been since 1967 (U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, n.d.). The species was once common all throughout Eastern and South-Central United States (Manganiello, 2009). Approximately only 40 red wolves remain in the wild in North Carolina from a reintroduced population and more than 200 participate in breeding programs in the United States today (Kelly, 2018). There have been multiple attempts at restarting the population, but the species has still yet to thrive once again. By placing the critically endangered wolves on exhibit in zoos throughout the United States the species may experience additional help from the efforts made by the zoo itself along with the public.

Pup fostering is a common reintroduction strategy for red wolves performed in the past (Animal Welfare Institute, n.d.). This is when captive-bred red wolf pups are placed in wild red wolf dens in the hopes that a wild red wolf female will “adopt” the pups (Animal Welfare Institute, n.d.). In May of 2003, this process was performed and documented with a pair of siblings from the North Carolina Zoological Park (University of Michigan, 2003). The pups were adopted by a wild female red wolf and biologists monitored the wolf family (University of Michigan, 2003). This finding is important because “fostering enhances the genetic diversity of the wild red wolf population and increases their overall chance of survival” (University of Michigan, 2003). This zoo along with 36 other AZA accredited zoos and aquariums participate in the red wolf Species Survival Plan by providing housing, care, and breeding knowledge (University of Michigan, 2003).

Animal conservation is more than just trying to increase populations of animals by any means possible. In some cases, there can be too much genetic representation of an individual. Take for example the giant panda. Despite the decrease in special use of reserves by farmers and the increases in number of protected area reserves the total area of the reserves available to giant pandas in 2013 has actually decreased in comparison to 1988 (Bai, 2018). However, there has been an estimated 16.8% increase in the number of giant pandas in 2013 from 2001 (Bai, 2018). This with the combined decrease in available protected area causes more issues in the long run. Adding more individuals to an ever-shrinking area will inevitably cause resource shortages, territorial disputes, and cause the minimal success in the effort to save the species to be all for nothing. Although there has been an increase in the total amount of wild pandas this number is still rather low at an estimated 1864 individuals (Bai, 2018). These individuals are divided into populations of around 30 individuals. This lack of connectivity between the groups of wild pandas can ultimately in the long run cause more issues at the genetic level (Bai, 2018). Without more genetic diversity groups run into issues with genetic mutations and diseases among highly related individuals.

Work Cited

Animal Welfare Institute. (n.d.). Protection of Red Wolves. Retrieved December 2, 2019, from  https://awionline.org/cases/protection-red-wolves

Bai, W., Connor, T., Zhang, J., Yang, H., Dong, X., Gu, X., Zhou, C. (2018) Long-term Distribution and Habitat Changes of Protected Wildlife: Giant Pandas in Wolong Nature  Reserve, China. Environmental Science and Pollution Research. 25 (12) 11400-1148. https://doi-org.proxy2.cl.msu.edu/10.1007/s11356-018-1407-6

Kelly, T., Beyer, A., Phillips, K. (2008) Canis rufus. The IUCN Red List of Threatened Species. Retrieved December 2, 2019, from  http://dx.doi.org/10.2305/IUCN.UK.2008.RLTS.T3747A10057394.en.

Manganiello, C. (2009) From a Howling Wilderness to Howling Safaris: Science, Policy and   Red Wolves in the American South. Journal of the History of Biology. 42(2) 325-359

Miller, L. J., Zeigler‐Hill, V., Mellen, J., Koeppel, J., Greer, T., & Kuczaj, S. (2013). Dolphin shows and interaction programs: benefits for conservation education?. Zoobiology, 32(1), 45-53.

Patrick, P., Matthews, C., Ayers, D., Tunnicliffe, S. (2010). Conservation and Education: Prominent Themes in Zoo Mission Statements. The Journal of Environmental Education. Retrieved from https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.3200/JOEE.38.3.53-60.

Swanagan, J. (2010). Factors Influencing Zoo Visitors’ Conservation Attitudes and Behavior. The Journal of Environmental Education. Retrieved from  https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1080/00958960009598648.

University of Michigan. (2003) Red Wolf Fostering is a Success. Opposing Viewpoints in Context. 20(1) 28, Retrieved from http://link.galegroup.com.proxy1.cl.msu.edu.proxy2.cl.msu.edu.proxy1.cl.msu.edu.proxy 2.cl.msu.edu/apps/doc/A102657725/OVIC?u=msu_main&sid=OVIC&xid=97981c7d. Accessed December 2, 2019.

U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. (n.d.). Red wolf. Retrieved December 2, 2019, from https://www.fws.gov/southeast/wildlife/mammal/red-wolf/