Breeding With Bigfoot Novels & Stories

If they did, it was only for fun. "So why do you want to date me?" I asked my curiosity making me break my promise not to interrupt him, but in my defense, I couldn’t help having questions. This was all new to me. "Well, to keep our lines diluted, Alpha's can only reproduce with Scion's, we—" "Hold on a damn minute,” I cut in. “You want me to be your breeding cow?" I asked, not able to hide the shock in my high-pitched tone.

“Human females and Species males can conceive a baby together. We discovered this by accident when one of your females got pregnant by one of our males. We’ve hidden it from humans but that baby has been born already. Our mutated genes are dominant and the infant appears fully Species. We think all the children born to mixed couples will be. If your world found out—” 163 Laurann Dohner “Oh God.” Jessie reeled from shock. “Those hate group fanatics would go crazy. They are sure that one day you will all grow old and die off. They have bets going on when the last of you will die, like those death pools some sickos make on celebrities.

Tom admitted, releasing John's hand to move back to his tray. John let him eat in peace as he resumed a silent dialog with their extended family unit. He wondered what sort of tests they would run with Tom's blood. Could they isolate something which was inherently Records and infuse it into a babe? Would it be possible to prepare a birth without Tom mating a female? Other species used Science to reproduce yet Zen had never allowed any other option than natural birthing. They had their peculiarities; breeding options were among those. "Will you be wanting me to join you when you go speak with the human delegates regarding their birthing systems?"

He said in his deep, rugged voice. “I’m sorry.” I rushed over to him, scooping my dress up to fall on my knees before him. Turns out carrying an Hybrid’s child wasn’t an easy task like I must have thought. Since they are high ranked; It’s almost like they want not even a tiny shred of insult on their unborn childs.

He stopped too. "There's a breeding program," Nix said, her voice steadier now that she'd moved past whatever images were behind her eyes. "He's been hunting specific bloodlines. Wolf and human both. Trying to produce hybrids under controlled conditions." Maya's chair scraped back. Every head turned. She had Ivy's hand. "Come on, baby." Ivy looked up at her, then at the table, reading something in the room that seven-year-olds shouldn't have to read. She stood without arguing.

Emily was proud of her control when what she wanted to do was scream. "Please, call me Laura. I need you to hear me out and let me finish before you hunt down your mate." She smiled slightly but didn't wait for a response. "I'm a geneticist. I have spent years researching a solution that will allow beastkind to successfully mate and produce children." She looked directly at Emily and continued. "We, my team and I, have discovered that the dominant genes of beastkind kill each other. When mating takes place with a human, the dominant gene accepts the lesser gene and can procreate. We tried artificial insemination, AI for short, with human sperm and beastkind eggs and reversed the process usin

It was warm and thick, making her skin crawl. “No.” “Check her for the item.” Hands began to pat down her sides, roughly grabbing and pulling her limbs aside before fumbling beneath her torn cloak, then shirt. They groped her non-sexually for no one desired an Omega and they were perhaps the least sexually assaulted species in the wolf kingdom. Who would want to breed a population loathed by many, if not all? “Nothing,” muttered one of them and their hands left her briskly.

‘Once the baby comes, he’ll see me differently,’. A week later, Melinda was in the kitchen making tea when she heard voices coming from Stanley’s study. The door was slightly open, she walked closer, wanting to ask him if he wanted dinner. But what she heard made her freeze. “…the girl is pregnant already. Good job, Stanley,” a woman’s voice said. It sounded like his mother, Victoria. “She was the perfect choice. Young, healthy, and desperate. Once she gives birth, we take the child and get rid of her. She’s served her purpose as the breeding vessel.”

"Is it true that his parents were arrested for illegal breeding operations? For fraud and genetic manipulation?" The words hit me like physical blows. Around the room, whispers start spreading like wildfire. "I heard they were running an underground omega breeding program." "Falsifying genetic records for profit." "No wonder their son is so unstable." "Explains why he attracts so much violence." The heat in my body intensifies, my scent becoming impossible to hide. Several students in the nearby rows start snickering, covering their noses dramatically. "Oh god, he's going into heat right here," someone laughs. "How pathetic."

“If he cannot withstand the pains of birthing regular cannibal tentacles, he wouldn’t be the right candidate to birth the mother. Besides, these tentacles won’t cause him to leak host lube. We can train him to be the perfect sperm factory to feed those babies. It’s been a while since we tried cross breeding tentacles.” Cleo shuddered. Her mistress could be cruel. Crossbreeding tentacles took a lot of sperm, and doing it the natural way could kill a host. Cannibal tentacles often ate their host’s testicles and prostate if they were not fed enough and if no other tentacles were in the vicinity. It was a dangerous practice that did not guarantee the survival of the tentacle or host. Hence, they