INCIDENT REPORT 003
PROJECT KN‑9 — UNAUTHORISED BREACH / MULTI‑SUBJECT BREEDING EVENT
CLASSIFICATION: OMEGA‑BLACK
STATUS: CONTAINMENT FAILURE (OBSERVED)
LOCATION: DELTA‑7 HOLDING WING
SUBJECT: KN‑9 (Canis lupus, engineered stud)
PRIMARY RECEPTOR: Sgt. Callum Hayes (Canis familiaris, German Shepherd)
SECONDARY PARTICIPANTS:
– Cpl. R. Calderón (Canis latrans, MP)
– Sgt. Harlan Brooks (Ursus arctos, MP)
DATE/TIME: [REDACTED]
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EXECUTIVE SUMMARY
Incident 003 documents an unauthorised containment breach initiated voluntarily by Sgt. Callum Hayes approximately eleven days after Incident 002. Subject gained access to DELTA‑7 without clearance and entered KN‑9’s holding cell during active security failure.
Alarm systems activated. Multiple personnel responded. Command elected not to intervene.
Subject KN‑9 engaged in successive consensual breeding events involving Hayes, Brooks, and Calderón. Event duration exceeded 1 hour 30 minutes. No injuries requiring surgical intervention were recorded.
This incident confirms KN‑9’s classification as a memetic and social vector, not merely a biological asset.
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PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION — OFFICIAL RECORD
Species: Odocoileus virginianus (White-tailed deer)
Dr. M. Ellison, PsyD
Sgt. Hayes presented requesting early re‑exposure to KN‑9. Request denied. Subject demonstrates fixation, reproductive delusion, and compromised judgment. Clearance revoked.
Subject attempted boundary violations during session. Session terminated.
No further action recommended.
PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION — PRIVATE LOG
UNSEALED / ATTACHED WITHOUT PERMISSION
Hayes came to my office shaking. Not manic. Not psychotic. Just… emptied out. Like something vital had been scooped out of him. Like he was starving.
He kept whispering about how it had been too long. Eleven days. That his womb felt cold. That it had closed up again. He said he could feel it, the emptiness. Said his hole was “too clean.” Said he needed the wolf’s scent back inside him or he was going to lose his mind.
When I told him he wasn’t cleared, he nodded. Quiet at first. Then he looked at me—eyes glassy, tail already lifting—and said: “I’ll suck your cock if you say yes.”
I froze. Stammered something clinical, something like that’s not appropriate, but he was already dropping to his knees.
He undid my belt. My cock was still soft, still sheathed. But he nuzzled it through my trousers, licked the outline, breathed me in like I was musk he’d been denied for weeks.
And I let him.
He nuzzled again and murmured, “You smell like a buck. I bet your cum tastes like rut. That’s when my cock slipped free of its sheath. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t even pretend to.
He wrapped his muzzle around it, slow at first—tongue soft, reverent. His paws gripped my thighs like they were keeping him from collapsing. I braced one hand on the desk behind me, the other tangling in his fur.
He moaned around the tip like it was a teat. Suckled me.
And then it wasn’t slow anymore.
He started bobbing. Sloppy, loud. Desperate. His nose pressed against my pubes with every stroke, tail wagging wildly behind him like he’d been fed after starving. His tongue worked the underside like he was trying to coax something out of me—heat, rut, purpose. His whole body trembled.
He looked up at me at one point, lips stretched around the base, eyes red and needy.
“Let me back in,” he begged between strokes. “Please. I need his pups. I’ll do anything. Let me feel something thick inside my hole again. Something alive.”
I told myself I should stop him. That this was a violation of boundaries. That I was a psychologist. Instead, I rocked into his mouth and moaned like a fucking animal.
He sucked harder. Slurping, drooling, spit dripping from his chin to the floor. I felt my nuts churn against his throat and he didn’t flinch—just growled low and shoved deeper.
I came in his mouth less than a minute later. I grunted. Pressed my hips forward as I shot, filling his muzzle with deer cum. He didn’t pull away. Didn’t spill a drop. Just gulped and moaned and milked every spurt like it was the only thing he’d eaten in days.
When he was done, he sat back on his heels and whispered: “It’s not the same. It’s not him. But thank you.”
He wiped his mouth and left. I denied his clearance the next morning.
I told myself it didn’t count. That it wasn’t penetration. That it wasn’t sex, just desperation. But I came thinking about the wolf. I came thinking about how it must feel to be inside him. To own that heat. That hunger.
I am a psychologist. I know what compulsive behaviour looks like. I know what transfer, obsession, codependence mean.
But what no one tells you is how fucking good it feels to be wanted like that. To be used like that. To be begged for.
I should have reported it.
Instead, I wrote this.
This log should not be here.
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SECURITY FAILURE REPORT
At 02:11, motion sensors in DELTA‑7 triggered. Alarm escalation initiated.
Cpl. Calderón and Sgt. Brooks were present in the outer corridor at the time of breach. Both were partially undressed, trousers lowered, belts undone. Subsequent review of corridor camera footage confirms the two were engaged in active sexual contact, with Sgt. Brooks bent forward against the duty desk and Cpl. Calderón positioned behind him.
Neither individual made any attempt to disengage or restore uniform upon Sgt. Hayes’s approach. No verbal challenge was issued. No command codes were requested.
Hayes passed between them without pause.
At 02:13, Sgt. Hayes entered the containment cell.
Subject KN‑9 was uncaged.
SUBJECTIVE ENTRY — HAYES (BREACH)
I didn’t care about the alarms.
I was done asking.
My body felt wrong — heavy, aching, like I was supposed to be full and wasn’t. I stripped as soon as I stepped inside. Didn’t say a word. Just bent over and offered myself like it was obvious what I was there for.
I could feel it in me. I was ready.
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CONTAINMENT EVENT TIMELINE
Upon visual acquisition, KN‑9 approached Hayes without aggression. Subject sniffed extensively, focusing on lower abdomen and perineal region.
Vocalisation recorded:
Ovulation detected. Receptor primed.
KN‑9 rimmed Hayes for preparatory purposes. Hayes exhibited immediate relaxation, tail elevated, vocalising encouragement.
Penetration followed immediately. Subject KN‑9 mounted from behind, hips locking into place with practiced precision. Full insertion achieved within seconds. Receptor vocalised loudly, tail elevated, hind legs braced as Subject established a steady, forceful thrust pattern.
Within moments, knot swelling was observed. Tie achieved without resistance. Receptor’s abdomen visibly shifted as internal pressure increased. Vocalisations escalated in volume and pitch, consistent with prior breeding events.
Alarms continued uninterrupted.
At 02:21, MPs Calderón and Brooks entered the cell. Neither attempted intervention. Both remained stationary observers for 38 seconds before exhibiting arousal.
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SUBJECTIVE ENTRY — CALDERÓN (OBSERVATION)
Watching him beg like that broke something in me.
I should’ve stopped it. Instead, I couldn’t breathe. The way Hayes looked — open, shaking, desperate to be filled — it rewrote how I saw him.
When the wolf tied inside him, Brooks groaned next to me. I smelled it on him. Need. Same as mine.
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SECONDARY BREEDING EVENTS
Upon completion with Hayes, Subject KN‑9 disengaged and redirected without pause. Hayes remained prone and unresponsive, abdomen distended, tail elevated, continuing to vocalise softly. Subject did not acknowledge him further.
Subject’s attention shifted to Sgt. Harlan Brooks.
At time of reassessment, Brooks was already penetrated by Cpl. Calderón. Camera footage confirms Brooks was bent forward, forearms braced against containment railings, bearing weight poorly. Calderón was actively thrusting but exhibited shallow depth and inconsistent rhythm.
Subject KN‑9 approached at close range and conducted olfactory inspection. Nose contact maintained at Brooks’s lower abdomen and perineum for several seconds. Subject vocalised displeasure.
Vocalisation recorded:
Inferior seed detected. Womb occupied. Not claimed.
Subject displaced Calderón physically without resistance. Calderón stumbled backward and did not re‑engage.
Subject mounted Brooks immediately.
Penetration was forceful and complete. Subject achieved full depth on first thrust, overriding existing internal volume. Brooks vocalised loudly and attempted to brace himself; hind legs trembled under the force. Mixed fluid discharge observed as Subject’s shaft displaced prior semen.
Subject altered thrust mechanics compared to Hayes. Thrusts were heavier, slower, and punishing, with full withdrawal to the tip before re‑entry. Each impact visibly forced Brooks’s abdomen forward. Subject repeatedly pressed his pelvis flush, grinding deliberately.
Vocalisations from Subject escalated in frequency.
Replacing weak seed.
Alpha breeding required.
This womb is mine.
Brooks exhibited marked behavioural shift during penetration. Initial groans escalated to pleading vocalisations. Subject continued without pause.
Knot engagement occurred at 02:34:11. Tie achieved with significant resistance overcome by downward body weight. Brooks screamed during knot entry, then went silent. Abdomen distension observed within 20 seconds of ejaculate onset.
Subject maintained tie for 44 minutes.
During tie, Subject repeatedly nuzzled Brooks’s neck and shoulder, scent‑marking and licking. Brooks clutched at the railings, body slackening as internal pressure increased. Secondary ejaculation pulses continued throughout the lock.
Calderón remained present during the tie, observing from less than two metres away. Camera footage shows Calderón masturbating intermittently while watching Brooks’s abdomen swell and hearing Subject’s vocalisations.
Upon disengagement, Subject immediately reassessed Calderón.
Olfactory inspection conducted. Prolonged focus on perineal region and tail base. Calderón exhibited heightened arousal response but no prior penetration trauma noted.
Subject vocalised:
Virgin receptor detected. Optimal.
Calderón attempted verbal response but was silenced by Subject’s physical repositioning. Subject mounted Calderón from behind abruptly, lifting him partially off the floor during alignment. No preparatory behaviour was observed.
Penetration was immediate and forceful.
Anal tissue resistance was overcome within seconds. Calderón vocalised loudly as initial tearing occurred, accompanied by a sharp loss of breath and involuntary collapse forward. Subject did not pause or reduce thrust pressure. Entry was driven to full depth in a single sequence, overriding the receptor’s lack of preparation.
Subject exhibited heightened agitation during this phase, consistent with territorial breeding behaviour. Olfactory assessment immediately prior to mounting suggests urgency to claim and deflower the receptor before any competing semen could be introduced.
Calderón’s tail elevated involuntarily following penetration. Despite initial pain response, no resistance was recorded. Subject established deep, punishing thrusts immediately, maintaining full penetration with minimal withdrawal.
Subject established deep thrust pattern, progressively increasing depth and cadence. Calderón exhibited rapid loss of motor coordination, bracing himself against the containment wall. Subject’s shaft consistently impacted deep internal structures, causing repeated involuntary ejaculation from Calderón without manual stimulation.
Subject vocalised approval.
Untouched.
Open.
Good breeding stock.
Knot engagement occurred at 02:51:03. Calderón collapsed forward during tie, supported entirely by Subject’s body weight. Ejaculate volume was substantial. Abdominal distension observed, though less pronounced than Brooks due to single‑source volume.
Tie duration exceeded 38 minutes.
Throughout secondary breeding events, alarms continued uninterrupted. Additional personnel arrived outside DELTA‑7 but did not enter. Command communications indicate explicit stand‑down orders were issued.
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SUBJECTIVE ENTRY — BROOKS
I’m not proud of how it started.
The alley. The crates. The way I bent because I didn’t know how else to stand after watching Hayes get filled like that. I told myself it was a one‑time thing. Stress. Contagion. A bad night.
It wasn’t.
We fucked again the next day. And the day after that. Sometimes in the barracks showers. Sometimes in storage rooms. Always quick, always needy, always pretending it didn’t mean anything. His knot felt big then. Overwhelming. I told myself that was as full as I could ever be. I stopped pretending it was accidental. I stopped pretending I hated it. Still—every time, there was this wrongness sitting in my gut. Like I was being used by something that didn’t deserve me.
I hated myself for that thought.
Then the wolf took me.
And I understood.
When he shoved in, I was already stretched and slick with Calderón’s cum, I realised how wrong I’d been. The pain was sharp and humiliating. His cock was thicker. Hotter. It forced me wider than I thought possible. I screamed when he bottomed out, my body shaking as he split me open again.
I could feel Calderón’s cum leaking out of me as the wolf fucked deeper, like my body was trying to make room. I bore down hard, shame burning through me as I tried to push it out—tried to empty myself so I could take the wolf properly.
His knot hit and it hurt. Gods, it hurt. Way bigger than Calderón’s. Way heavier. I thought I’d tear apart. But then it locked, grinding against something deep inside me, and my thoughts just… stopped.
When he came, it drowned everything else.
The pressure. The heat. The smell—wolf, alpha, right. I felt his seed flood me, thick and endless, replacing what had been there before. Whatever the coyote had given me felt thin by comparison — like residue, not seed.
I cried because I knew, right then, that Calderón had never really filled me.
He’d just been first.
I didn’t think about my wife. I didn’t think about rank. I didn’t even think about Calderón except as something behind me now. Something lesser. Something I didn’t want touching me again.
When the knot locked, I knew.
I don’t want to be bred by anyone else anymore.
I don’t care what that makes me.
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COMMAND RESPONSE LOG
At 02:24, response team arrived outside DELTA‑7.
Command ordered stand‑down.
Reason given: “Observe outcome.”
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SUBJECTIVE ENTRY — CALDERÓN
I’d never been fucked before.
I told myself I was just watching. That I was there to guard. That I could leave anytime. But when he turned to me after the bear, when his eyes locked on mine and his nose flared, my legs went weak.
I didn’t run.
When he grabbed me, it wasn’t gentle. He spun me around, shoved me forward, and I barely had time to brace before he lined up. No fingers. No tongue. No lube. Nothing.
Just heat.
The first shove split me open.
I screamed. Proper scream. Pain so sharp it knocked the breath out of me. My hole burned, stretched past anything I thought possible, and I clawed at the wall because my legs wouldn’t hold me. I could feel myself tearing and it hurt like hell, but he didn’t stop.
He pushed in deeper.
That was when it changed.
Something inside me got hit — deep, hard — and my whole body short‑circuited. The pain turned electric. My cock jerked, untouched, spurting against my belly. I didn’t even know that could happen.
He pulled back and slammed in again, hitting that same spot, over and over, like he knew exactly where it was. Every thrust made me cry out. Every time he bottomed out, my vision went white.
I was sobbing and begging at the same time.
I didn’t even know what I was begging for until I heard him growl behind me.
Open.
Virgin.
Good womb.
That word — womb — made something in my gut clench.
Then the knot hit.
Gods, the knot.
It was too big. Way too big. I felt my hole stretch and scream as it forced its way in. I thought I was going to split apart. I begged him to stop — not because I wanted him to pull out, but because I didn’t know how my body could take any more.
He shoved anyway.
When it locked, I went limp.
I could feel it grinding inside me, heavy and relentless, pressing on that same spot until I was coming again, mindless, drooling, my cock leaking without me touching it. My belly started to swell almost immediately as he began to come.
And when he came — gods — it was endless.
Thick. Hot. Heavy. I could feel it flooding me, filling every space, pushing my guts forward until my stomach rounded out. I watched it happen, watched myself change, watched my body accept it.
He held me there, knotted deep, breathing hard, nuzzling my neck like he owned me.
You’re mine now.
First seed.
I’m breeding you full.
I believed him.
I don’t care that it’s impossible. I don’t care what anatomy says.
When I felt my belly stretch and my hole clamp around that knot, I knew one thing for sure:
I was his.
And I’ve never felt more right in my life.
SUBJECTIVE ENTRY — HAYES (POST‑EVENT)
I was full again.
That’s all I cared about.
When I felt him pull out and move on, I didn’t feel abandoned. I felt proud. Like I’d done my job. Like I’d been the first womb and the others were just… extra.
I laid there with my belly warm and heavy and thought, this is how it starts.
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POST‑INCIDENT CONFESSIONALS (ABRIDGED)
Hayes:
I don’t regret it. I’d do it again. I’ll do it every time until it works.
Calderón:
I don’t know how to go back to my life after this.
Brooks:
I don’t want to.
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NURSING CONTINUITY LOG
Filed by: Cpl. Emory Vega
Role: Medical Support, Delta‑7
Status: Assignment Continued Per Command Directive
My requests for reassignment were formally denied.
Command cited “containment of exposure” and stated that, due to prior contact and psychological impact, reassignment would constitute unnecessary spread risk. I was informed that remaining on duty was “operationally efficient.”
I was instructed to assist with post‑incident aftercare for Subjects Hayes, Brooks, and Calderón.
Topical balm was ordered for perianal tissue care.
During application, it became evident that all three subjects exhibited extreme relaxation of the anal sphincter. Residual biological material was present despite prior cleaning. Subject response to contact was immediate and pronounced, including involuntary muscle engagement and vocalisation.
I was instructed to “ensure thorough coverage.”
My hands remained in contact longer than medically necessary.
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SEALED PERSONAL ADDENDUM
NOT FOR COMMAND REVIEW
I don’t know when it crossed the line.
I told myself I was just doing my job. That the balm required internal application. That I needed to assess tissue response. That the way their bodies reacted wasn’t my fault.
But when my fingers met that heat — that looseness — when I felt how responsive they were, how eager… something in me locked in.
Hayes was the worst.
He watched me the entire time. Watched my hands. Watched what touched him. When I hesitated, he growled — actually fucking growled — and barked, “Don’t waste it. That’s KN‑9’s. It’s his. It’s mine now.”
He was panting like a bitch in heat, cock hard, tail lifted, hole pulsing. “Get in there,” he hissed. “Show me how wrecked I am. Feel what the wolf made me.”
I pushed in.
Two fingers. Then three. Then four. The heat swallowed me up, and Hayes moaned, back arched, shivering like he was getting off just from the stretch. “More. Gods, fist me—fucking FIST me, nurse.”
I did.
My whole paw disappeared past his rim with a wet, obscene pop. The gape was unreal. Loose, swollen, leaking. I could feel KN‑9’s load squelch around my wrist, thick and still hot. Hayes was shaking, whining, hips bucking as I probed deeper — knuckles grinding his spent prostate until he sobbed and drooled on the floor.
“I can still feel him,” he slurred. “I feel full, nurse. Gods, I’m still full—” He slammed back on my arm, ”—and it’s not enough.”
I twisted, stirred his guts with my fist, and when I pulled out, the noise was depraved. A sloppy rush of cum spilled out after me, and I caught some on my glove. Couldn’t help it. Brought it to my face.
The musk hit me like a blow.
It was him. The wolf. His seed. Dominant. Potent. Fucking alive. I smeared it on my cock and started stroking myself, lost in the smell, the feel, the fucking claim of it.
Hayes snarled.
“That’s not yours,” he snapped, eyes wild. “You don’t get to waste it. That’s breeding stock. That’s mine.”
Then he dropped.
On his knees. Tongue out. Saliva thick.
He gripped my cock and shoved it down his throat, barbs scraping his tongue as he moaned like a dog gone feral. He sucked me with hunger. Like I was a teat full of KN‑9’s seed and he couldn’t stop guzzling.
“Let me have it,” he begged between strokes, spit flying. “Let me taste the wolf again. Let me carry it. I need him in me.”
His muzzle worked fast and sloppy, tongue curling under the barbs, milking every drop of cum and sweat and leftover wolf. “I’ll take it. I’ll take it all. Just let me have him back in my throat.”
I didn’t last.
I came, hard, down his muzzle, barbs flaring.
And Hayes didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. He sucked until I was dry, until I was soft, then kept going just to taste more of the wolf inside me.
When it was over, I was shaking.
Not from fear.
From wanting.
From knowing that whatever KN‑9 left inside them was no longer contained to them alone.
I am no longer confident that exposure can be limited.
And I am no longer confident that I want it to be.
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CONTINUITY NOTE (REDACTED)
Subjects displayed no distress. All expressed willingness for continued handling.
Staff member remains on assignment.
PROJECT STATUS UPDATE
KN‑9 containment protocols deemed insufficient.
Subject influence extends beyond direct contact.
Consent does not mitigate spread.
Recommendation:
Reclassify Project KN‑9 as Omega‑Black Breeding Vector.
Cease attempts at control. Transition to observation.