“Girls like you two...”

Tracy grins as she tugs your leash. “Yeah. Most of our young are born by the breeders. Serum girls like you two...” she says. “Surrogates really. Once the babies are born we use serum based on the genetics of two village forest girls on the babies. Once seemed the children are raised by their genetic parents.”

Your eyes widen in shock. With the passion nectar pumping through your veins you find the idea of being a breeder enticing. Tracy notices. “Did you want to be a breeder?” She asks.

“Ah, no.” You respond uncertainly. Right now a cactus could excite you. But the idea of your belly being full with child was appealing.

Tracy leads you to a fenced enclosure where you see several barefoot and pregnant serum girls. “Tulip there used to be the town sire. He angered the head woman and... well you can see. The last seed he produced was used to impregnate Tulip. She is both father and mother of her child...” Tulip was a pretty serum girl in her first trimester, the least far along of any of the girls.

You stare for a moment as Tracy undoes your manacles.