Eight months after the last human died; the world was ruled by anthro animals. After a time all felt no shame at seeing each other’s assets. The fur hiding a female’s vaginal lips and covering their firm breasts; while each male sported a well-endowed sheath covering their animalistic prick, unconcerned with their balls swaying in the breeze. Despite their animal desires ruling their day to day lives; the anthros could not ignore the trappings of their human ancestors. Unable to ignore the modern amenities such as running water, indoor plumbing and electricity; much of the major cities that have not fallen to ruin have been redesigned to suit the needs of Anthros.
Houses remodeled and rebuilt to be simple dwellings with bedrooms, washrooms and a place to entertain. Kitchens and the need to cook meals were a thing of the past. With all the predatory anthros craving fresh meat from hunting and the non-predatory anthros preferring to graze the vegetables they grew in their gardens and what the many restored forests provide; supermarkets were some of the first building to fall to ruin. Farm land was repurposed; domesticated beasts such as cows, goats, chickens and all other farm animals were set free to roam and be the wild creatures they were meant to be. The zoos of the world were also made redundant; the wild beasts locked away were quickly freed and left to roam freely.
Education was still important. Young offspring still being taught how to read write and arithmetic; other classes such as history and biology were ignored. With biology being an issue where anthros were unashamed at covering and history mostly being that of man. Such knowledge was deemed an anathema and summarily disregarded. Most of what made the human race the dominate species was left to rot. Anthros choosing to embrace and find balance with nature.
While Hunter was fully into his animal self; an anthro-wolf, he had to admit that going full feral the first few months was a mistake despite it feeling natural. Seeing most Anthros still wanting to be civilized and understanding the merits of it; Hunter and his mate Olive found a house in a nearly abandoned city. Claiming it as their new den; by marking their scents as all wild animals do, by urinating all around the house. With the roof leaking and windows in need of replacing; he and Olive set about to repairing the damage time has done to ravage the dwelling. Despite neither having the knowledge to build and repair; both were surprised to see how easy and quick replacing the roof of what was once a single floor bungalow. Boarding up the windows that were broken instead of replacing them. Re-entering their new den; unconcerned that there is no electricity; both sit on a sofa unconcerned with months’ worth of dust that has settle on the furniture that will soon be destroyed to make a comfortable bed to sleep upon.
“Hunter,” Olive placing a paw on his thigh; “are we going to rejoin most of the anthros that as you put it become soft?”
“No,” Hunter answers; “they chose to be like humans. Let them; I want us to embrace our wolf nature. I chose this spot,” Hunter placing a paw on Olive’s belly; “because there is plenty of wild game for us to hunt, and I can smell you are in season.”
“I know,” Olive growling; “I’ve been feeling the need to rut for a while now.”
“And I can think of no better place than here,” Hunter growling; “for us to start a pack of our own.”
“Mate with me,” Olive getting off the sofa; getting on all fours, showing her wolf like vagina to Hunter. Hunter’s lupine penis rising from his furry sheathe; he places his muzzle upon Olive’s sex, inhaling her scent. The intoxicating smell of her heat drives him mad with a desire to rut; Hunter quickly mounts Olive, his penis penetrating his mate’s sex and then instinctively biting down on the nape of her neck as he rapidly thrusts in and out. His knot being enveloped by Olive’s lips, locking the two together as both feel the need to mate. Olive’s body screaming for Hunter’s seed; while Hunter felt the lust building in him; his balls swaying and slapping Olive as he lets go of her neck. Raising his wolf like muzzle into the air as he howls in delight; feeling his seed flow from him into Olive’s eager womb. Olive feeling her mate twitch and spasm as a warm liquid fills her loins could not help but howl in unison. She feels sated for the time being; with her mate locked in her; both collapse on the ground a rest. Knowing that the first act of sex was all that was needed for her eggs to soon be their first litter of cubs; yet still feeling the burning desire in her loins, Olive will soon be bred by her willing mate again and again.