Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2016 05:28:42 +0100
From: Jack Rabbit <jacktherabbit@doglover.com>
Subject: Remasculation 01

Remasculation 01	by Jack the Rabbit

The following story is part of a series that is a work of absolute fiction.
It imagines a world in the near future changed enormously by a single
event.  It is also smut, with general themes of bisexuality, incest,
bestiality, impregnation, crossdressing, transexuality, and pedophilia.
Please enjoy:

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It was a seemingly ordinary Tuesday night, and Mom and my sister were
arguing.  I was sitting on my bed in the room adjacent.  At 10 years old, I
was a shy, sensitive boy, and it upset me to hear their angry yelling
through the thin walls of our house.  My sister, Claire, at 14, had reached
that age where she was always finding some new way to act out.  This time,
she'd been caught.

"I didn't raise you this way!" I heard Mom yell.  "How could you let
Antonio lick you like that!?"

You can understand any mother would be upset to come home and see some boy
with his head between her freshman daughter's bare thighs, but Antonio, in
this case, was the name of my family's German Shephard.  I heard Claire let
out an exasperated teen huff.

"Gawwwd, Mom.  We've done way more than that."

Mom gasped, before stammering, "y-you mean...?"

"Yeah!" I heard Claire exclaim.  I imagined her enjoying a moment's feeling
of power as Mom reeled in shock.  "Your little girl's not a virgin anymore!
I gave that to Antonio, here, loooong ago.  I guess it's 'cause he's such a
*good* boy!"  Claire was taunting Mom now, and I felt bad for her.

"You're grounded!" Mom yelled, shakily.  "For... the rest of the year!"

"Jesus Christ, Mom!!  You're such a hypocrite!"

"What... what do you mean by that!?"

"You think we can't hear you when you and Antonio do it?"

That shut Mom up for a moment.  I didn't know much about sex, but even I
could tell what those sounds were that came from Mom's room every few
nights.  Mom might have tried to keep quiet as she took Antonio's animal
cock, but Antonio himself was shameless about it.

"That's... different," Mom tried to say, "it's been hard for me since your
father left us..."

Claire wasn't having it.  "Seriously!?  It's been hard for *you*!?  I'm
going through puberty!!"  She was yelling so loud I bet the neighbors could
hear her.  "When you went to high school, you got to screw any boy you
wanted!"

"Claire, please, I would never -"

"But me, ME!?  There *aren't* any boys in high school, Mom!  Not the ones
like you had.  The only guy in the freaking *state* is my own dumb
brother!!"  I cringed, not liking that Claire was bringing me into their
argument.

"I know... this must be hard for you," Mom said, trying to calm Claire
down.

"You don't know anything!!  You got to have it all; boys, dating, sex, but
you act like you're too good for any of it... and yet everyone in this
house knows you give it up for the freaking DOG!"

I heard Claire storm out of her room and run down the stairs as Mom called
after her.  The front door opened and then slammed shut as Claire ran out
of the house.

...

It was just a little after I was born that humanity nearly went extinct.

A strange plague, unlike anything seen before in history, ravaged the
population; or half of it, anyway.  Women who caught it wouldn't even know;
there were no symptoms, no negative effects whatsoever.  But for men, it
was lethal, and incurable... except for a tiny, tiny number of males who
developed an immunity.

Like me, for example.  By the time I was 4, I was the only male left in the
entire *state*.  Only one in every 10 million males survived the
Demasculation of the world.  That meant about 3500 men on the entire
planet, and probably about 15 in all of America.  I read online and in
history books about the upheaval that caused.  It seemed insane to us
growing up, learning that in many countries, women simply weren't allowed
to do some pretty basic things, like govern.  Well, it's *only* women in
charge, now.  And all those countries where only men ran things... they
didn't do so well when every single person of influence was wiped out
within a few years.  A lot of Asia, Africa, and Eastern Europe *still*
doesn't have a functioning government.

Social mores changed dramatically.  We're reminded of that whenever we
watch the movies and TV shows from before the plague.  LGBT rights has
become a non-issue; lesbians and transmen seem more common every year.  The
disease targeted biological sex, not gender, so cismen and transwomen
became practically extinct, but transmen survived.  For the majority of
surviving women who were straight, transmen were the only kind of man
available, but they still weren't *that* available.  A study around the
time found that 10% of American women identified as strictly lesbian, 30%
identified as bisexual (necessity seemed to cultivate a huge lesbian
awakening in the world) and the remaining 60% identified as straight
(though most admitted having at least one lesbian experience).  The number
of transmen raised too, to 1 out of every 100 people.  That meant one man
for every 60 straight women.  Good odds for the men, but there weren't
nearly enough hunks to share around.  If you wanted to better your odds, or
just get to experience the joy of a warm, fleshy cock cumming inside you
instead of a strap-on, you only had one real option.

When I say the Demasculation nearly wiped out men, I mean *human* men.  It
never seemed to affect any other species.  Plenty of people in the
Demasculated world noticed that pet ownership, specifically of medium and
large-sized dogs, had grown enormously in popularity.  And that neutering
procedures had gone way down.

Bestiality had become just a fact of life in the new world.  The older
women still had many of their old hangups, even if they were still bending
over for the family pooch in secret (like Mom), but the younger generations
didn't even see an issue with it.  We all could hear our mothers at night
as they were roughly fucked.  While maybe in previous times, schoolgirls
would giddily chat about the boys in their class - who to kiss, who to
marry, who to avoid - now they played those same games with dog breeds.
Kiss a sheepdog, marry a dalmation, avoid a pug...

I played these games, too, fantasizing along with my friends about our
future furry husbands.  I had plenty of friends in elementary school, and,
naturally, aside from a couple transboys I knew, all of them were girls.  I
looked pretty androgynous at that age, so while sometimes people thought I
looked masculine enough to assume I was a transboy (they would definitely
never suspect I had a penis) most of the time people assumed I was just
another girl, like everyone else.  It didn't help that I typically dressed
as one.  There just wasn't much of a market for boys' clothes.  Transmen
were just over 1% of the population, a pretty small niche commercially, and
at my age, many of them hadn't had their gender awakening yet.  So, unless
you spent a lot more money to buy boy's clothes from a special supplier,
androgynous-looking girls' clothes were the best you could do.

Mom initially paid out the money to keep me looking male, but then she'd
put pressure on me not to ruin my expensive clothes, so I much preferred
wearing cheap department store dresses, just like all my friends.  Mom was
raised in the Old Era, before the Demasculation, when I guess boys really
hated girls and didn't want to be like them.  The age I grew up in, girls
were almost all there was and women were in charge.  So, I didn't care if I
looked like a girl.  I wasn't trans, though, I think I just wanted to fit
in, and I hated every time my penis made me feel like a freak.  Kids my age
often didn't even know what it was.  Adults, who should know better, would
often stare at me when they knew I was cismale, like I was some extinct
dinosaur or something.

But, recently, I'd begun to appreciate that penis a little more.  I'd
discovered how great it felt to touch, though I knew only to do that in
private, where no one would see.  Especially on nights when I could hear
Antonio mounting Mom in her bedroom, and I'd lay in bed, imagining what it
looked like based on the sounds (and the couple of times I'd caught Claire
doing the same while Mom was at work), and fantasizing that the women in my
house would let me be their doggy husband instead.

...

I'd been touching myself for a while when I heard Claire storm back into
the house.  As much as the argument upset me, hearing both Mom and my
sister admit to what I'd heard them doing for years with Antonio, I
couldn't help but think about it as I rubbed my boner through the fabric of
my frilly dress.  I nearly had a heart attack as Claire barged into my
room, and I tried to act natural, removing my hands from my groin and
turning to hide my boner as I laid on my bed.

"Where's Mom?" Claire asked.

"She went to bed... she was really upset."

Claire rolled her eyes.  "She's probably jealous her 'husband' cheated on
her with me."  Claire sat down on my bed next to me, looking angry and
frustrated.  "God, she's with him right now, isn't she?"

I didn't know for sure, but she was probably laying in bed cuddling Antonio
with his knot lodged firmly inside her, based on the noises I'd heard from
her room after Claire left.

"If she keeps Antonio to herself, what am I supposed to do!?" she continued
whining.  "I've got normal teenage needs, you know."  That certainly got me
thinking of her bent over for lucky Antonio.  She looked over at me
then... and noticed the tent in my dress.

There was an awkward silence, and I blushed and crossed my legs.  Claire
just kept staring at my bulge, obviously in thought.

"Hey... Tyler..."

"Y-yeah?"

"Can I... see it?"

I didn't know how to respond.  My dick and balls had always been a source
of embarrassment in my life.  But it jerked a little just at the thought
that my big sister might touch it.  Her hand slowly, cautiously grasped my
dress at the hem and lifted it up slowly over my knees, then over my hips.
Nobody made underwear for cocks anymore, so I had to wear panties as best I
could; Claire now saw them bulging around my ballsack as my bare, 6 inch
cock poked out from the top.

"Jesus..." Claire gasped.  "I've seen pictures on the internet from the old
days, but... I never saw a human dick for real before."  She reached out
and gently squeezed it in her hand, which made me gasp out in pleasure.

"Sorry Tyler," she whispered, staring, as if mesmerized, at my cock.

"No, i-it feels good," I stammered.

Her hand rubbed all over my cock, and I gasped again as I felt her other
hand clasp my balls through the panty fabric.  She wasn't really stroking
me off so much as feeling my junk; she was full of curiosity about the only
human penis she'd ever touched and possibly ever would.  So she wasn't
really trying to get me off, but she didn't need to, as my young,
inexperienced cock was practically ready to burst just from the light
touching.

"C-Claire!" I gasped, inches away from orgasm.

"What?  ...oh shit, are you coming?  Hold on, you'll ruin your dress!"
While she left one hand firmly on my cock, she lifted up my dress over my
belly just in time as I whimpered and shot a line of cum across my belly
button.  Claire was entranced, but surprised at how little cum there was.

"...is that it?" she asked.  "Antonio usually cums way more than that."

"That's all there usually is..." I answered weakly, concealing my annoyance
at being compared to our pet dog.

"Hey, that's not bad or anything.  It's good!  You don't make as big of a
mess."  She toyed with the ribbon of cum on my belly with her fingers, and
I squirmed from the tickling.  "God, I'm so wet now... I'm going back to my
room to get myself off, okay."

"Can I watch?"  I asked without thinking, and regretted it when I saw
Claire look back with a surprised expression.

"...what, really?  Why?"

"I'm sorry, I just... nevermind."  I must have been blushing with
embarrassment as I bent my knees to cover my half-hard dick, suddenly aware
of how naked I was.  But Claire just gave me a bemused smile.

"Hey, I'm sorry Ty... it's just that your dick is like rarer than gold.  I
didn't think you'd want to see my regular ol' pussy."

"That's rare to me.  I haven't ever done sex stuff before..."

"Christ, I forgot somehow... I don't know if I should be doing this stuff
with you.  You should be learning this on your own, with girls your age,
instead of getting taught by your pervy older sister."

I must have given her the saddest, most pathetic look, because she broke
out in a giggle; she was just teasing me to see my reaction.  My sadness
evaporated away as I saw her slip her thumbs into the waistband of her
jeans and lean back as she unceremoniously slipped them down her legs and
chucked them in the corner of the room.  She wasn't wearing panties; she
probably didn't have time to put them on when Mom caught her getting
tongued by Antonio, the thing that started this whole night of discoveries.
I stared, wide-eyed and mouth wide open, as she turned towards me and
spread her legs wide open for me to see.  It was entrancing and beautiful;
her pussy was youthful, but developed and experienced.  She didn't shave,
but she didn't need to; she had just a small, wispy tuft of teenage pubes
above the mound, the rest of it looking gloriously smooth and slightly
glistening.

"You want to touch it?" she offered.  "It's only fair.  And you'll help me
get back in the mood."

Carefully, cautiously, I reached over and rubbed my fingers down over her
slit, making her shiver.  It was a surreal experience; my sister's
sexuality presented to me.  She still had her shirt on, too, so it felt
like her top half was still just regular old bossy big sister, disconnected
totally from the wanton slut attached to her from the waist down.  As I
clumsily touched and rubbed over her genitals - like her, I was exploring
much more than pleasuring - she reached down to push my hand between her
folds, and I suddenly had two fingers *inside* her.  She felt warm, and the
wetness there, though surprising at first, became an increasingly pleasant
sensation.  She groaned softly, trying not to make too much noise, and she
rubbed her clit herself as I wiggled my fingers inside her, enthralled by
my effect on her.

"Hey," she whispered, breathily, "open your legs, lemme see your cock."

I obediently got up on my knees, naked between her thighs, my legs spread
so she could see her younger brother's dick as it poked straight up, right
over her soaked cunt.  I was completely hard again.

"God..." she hissed, working her fingers on her clit and her pussy around
my digits, "I could go for that... so fucking bad..."

I was young and inexperienced, and largely bewildered by the whole night,
but I looked down and saw my hard cock twitching excitedly, hovering over
Claire's inviting vulva... I'd never gotten sex ed, I'd never watched the
old porn movies, I'd only ever acquired second-hand misinformation from my
schoolmates, and the few glimpses into Claire's sex life I got when she
failed to close her bedroom door properly... but instinct was kicking in.
I knew what I wanted.  I leaned forward, taking my fingers out of Claire's
twat to hold my hard cock and point it towards her entrance.

"W-wait!" she spurted.

"You don't want to?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah I want to.  But hold up, think about this.  This is going
to be your first time for the rest of your life.  You could give your
virginity to any girl in the world.  It's your choice.  Do you want your
first time to be with your older sister?"

I simply blurted out "YES!" and slid my cock inside her as I flopped on top
of her.  We both gasped; I had never experienced anything so wonderful!  My
whole body felt intense - every inch of skin that touched Claire's felt
electrical, and even the feeling of her breasts pressing against me through
her shirt was magical.  She wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my boy
buns with her hands as she pulled me between her thighs, gasping in
pleasure as I slowly fucked her.

By some miracle, I came after her.  I guess I'd just had an orgasm earlier,
and she had been pent up for a while; Mom caught her and Antonio before she
could get off.  But she came first underneath me, gasping out and squirming
underneath my small body; her writhing around my cock and the knowledge
that I had brought her off tipped the scales and I gasped and shook even
harder as I fired boy spunk inside a pussy for the first time in my life.

I collapsed on top of her, trying to catch my breath.  Claire just gave me
a big hug.

"You like that, Ty?" she asked, in a slightly patronizing voice.

"Y-yeah..." I gasped out, weakly.  I didn't know sex was this exhausting!

"So, what do you say?  Who's the best sibling anyone could ever ask for?"

"It's you, Claire..." I panted.  At the moment, that's how I genuinely
felt.

"Nope."  I lifted my head up off her breasts to look at her, confused.
"It's you," she said, and then she pulled me in to kiss my lips.  I was
startled, and I followed along as best I could; sex was bewildering enough,
so I was too young yet to really "get" kissing, but Claire seemed to like
it, and thus I was determined to get good at it.  We smooched, mostly teen
lovers' kisses, although Claire gave me her tongue briefly to suck on.
From that moment, I considered me and my sister dating, although I knew, on
some level, she probably didn't see it that way.

After she finally broke the kiss, she slid out from under me, watching with
fascination as my cock slipped out from inside her.  Using one hand to hold
my liquefied cum inside her pussy, she darted to the bathroom to clean up,
I guess hoping Mom didn't catch her speeding through the hallway half-naked
with cum dripping down her legs, or maybe not even caring.  She didn't come
back to my room that night, she just left her pants on my floor, as if a
trophy for me to keep.

I laid in bed, drifting off to sleep on top of a wet spot; whether it was
wet from my cum or Claire's was anyone's guess.  I didn't know if I'd ever
get to do that with Claire again; hell, I wasn't totally confident I hadn't
dreamed the whole thing.  But rest assured, me and Claire would continue to
explore each other after this.  In just one night, my life had changed,
forever... but not as much as it would change when we got caught.

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If you enjoyed the above story, feel free to contact me at
jacktherabbit@doglover.com with comments, critiques, or suggestions.

Love, Jack the Rabbit