Breed (WIP)

>You are Anon
>You've lived the last 18 years of your life keeping your head down, fading into the background
>This was all deliberate, you hiding yourself away from them
>Them, the leaders of your world
>Outside of their realm existed nothing, at least according to what you've been taught
>No one had ever dared to take steps outside the enormous walls that surround your existence, walls that were forever occupied by the royal sister's guards
>You've always admired the guards
>To become a guard meant that you threw away any chance at having a "normal" life (As normal as can be called normal in this society)
>The guard's training program was kept secret, but certain aspects were "leaked" to the public
>Insanely rigorous physical fitness, mental training that would rival that of the geniuses of the world
>Emotional conditioning, designed to remove all emotion considered "Undesirable", ie compassion, mercy, love, etc
>The guards are the perfect soldier, designed to follow orders with such precision and discipline they bordered on robotic
>You've always wanted to be a guard, but you've heard stories of what they do to wash-outs
>Brutal torture at the hands of interrogators-in-training, being set free only to be hunted down by the guard trainees, being a punching bag for when the trainees learned hand to hand combat
>You don't want to take the risk
>So you keep your head down, always obeying all the rules, never stepping out of line, being the citizen the sisters want you to be
>You never questioned what happened to your neighbors in the night, never questioned why the people around you would disappear, only to reappear some months later with a vacant look in their eyes
>You never questioned the yearly ritual of gathering in the city square in neat, orderly rows, overseen by the guardsmen in full dress uniform, shuffling in with your head down and facing the view screen as the anthem played, everyone singing along, wavering on the last note as it faded away and the elder of the two sister's face came into view on the screen
>"Welcome back, faithful subjects. As you know, the secret to a successful society is for select members of the population to sacrifice them for the greater good, to take the leap that others cannot to ensure our continuation as a society-"
>Of course it's essential, everyone knows that
>Thats one thing you've allowed yourself to question
>Why tell everyone what we already know?
>Every year, everyone gathered in the city center, waiting to know who this year's "Tributes" would be
>Every year, these tributes were sent off to the sister city, never to be seen again
>All but one
>The Royal Sisters allowed one tribute to return and spread his rumors about the city
>A city even more desolate and rotting than this one, where the people were at constant war with one another
>A city where harmony was but a distant memory for all who lived there
>Naturally, no one believed him, least of all you
>You're suddenly shoved from behind
>You glance behind and see a guardsman glaring at you
>"Are you anon?"
"Y-yes..."
>You whisper
>The guardsman growls and leans in closer
>"Speak up! Are you anon?"
"Yes, sir."
>you stand up and project your voice a little bit louder
>You look confident, but inside you're shaking like a leaf
>What did you do wrong? You sang the anthem, you said the pledge, you paid attention-
>"Did you not hear your name get called? Are you stupid?"
>Fuck
>You weren't paying attention
>You blink, trying to register that your name was called
>You glance up at the screen, and see your name underneath a picture of you
>Your stomach knots itself
>You're a tribute
>You walk up to the stage, a silence falling over the crowd
>No one had ever had to be told their name was called
>So much for fitting into the background
>Someone coughs as you stand next to the other tributes
>You can see in their faces that they're terrified of what is coming
>No one knew what the tributes did
>Even the one tribute that came back could never say what he did
>Not that he wasn't allowed to, he just didn't remember
>He said he remembers being flown over the walls and landing in the city
>He remembers the doors opening, and some guards lining up from the plane doors to doors across the hangar
>He remembers waking to them-
>You're shoved again, this time from the front
>"Anon! Do I need to hold your hand and walk you out of here?"
>Fuck, you need to pay more attention
"No, sir."
>"Are you sure, anon? Seems to me like you don't know how to use that thing between your ears."
"I'm sorry, sir"
>"Get your ass moving then."
"Yes sir"
>You turn and walk through the doors at the back of the store
>Fluorescent lights buzz as you walk down the hallway several steps behind the other tributes
>Every twenty feet, another guard stands at attention, eyes fixed on the wall opposite them
>Their discipline is slightly chilling
>You feel your steps quicken as you try to catch up to the other tributes
>Your shoes slap on the concrete and echo down the hall
>You catch up and they glance back at you
>15 tributes, plus you makes 16
>Every year it's 16 tributes
>Every year 16 people get chosen to disappear
>What people didn't know was that every year, 16 people were also added into the general population
>You knew this, because you worked in the census bureau
>You had the privilege to see the population and its workings
>You were able to see that for every death, there was an addition, and vice versa
>The population stayed at a steady 20000 people, never deviating for more than a day
>You run smack into the back of one of the tributes, almost knocking him down
>He glances back at you, and you can see in his eyes he thinks you're an idiot
"Sorry..."
>He nods and turns back to the door you all have reached
>Standing in the doorway is yet another guardsman, looking down at all of you with a bored look
>You can empathize, if you had to stand in a doorway and only be able to do something once a year, you'd be bored too
>"Congratulations on being chosen, tributes. Ahead of you lies the best four weeks of your life. Also the last four weeks."
>He gives a slight chuckle as he watches all of your faces react to this statement
>"My name is unimportant, but you may refer to me as SA. I am your new leader. It is my job to make sure you are physically capable of what is expected of you this next month."
>One of the tributes raises his hand
>SA sighs and points at him
>"Yes?"
>"Um, well, sir, I was just wondering what exactly it is that we will be doing."
>"An answer you shall receive in the next ten minutes. Be patient. First things first, everyone line up against that wall and strip down."
>You are the first one against the wall, your shirt halfway off. You she'd the rest of your clothes and fold them in a neat pile at your feet
>You try to keep your eyes straight ahead, but they wander
>You all seem to be average build. Some are more muscular, some are less so. Your eyes wander down south and you see, astonishingly, that you all appear to be the same girth and length
>You dismiss this as a coincidence
>"You enjoying yourself, anon?"
>You feel your face get hot as you glance up at whoever was speaking
>Your eyes settle on SA, a mischievous grin on his face
"Sir?"
>He laughs and addresses everyone
>"You are going to line up in front of this door and wait to be called in by the doctor."
>Everyone lines up, perfectly straight line. Somehow, you end up in front
>Two minutes tick by, in complete silence
>The door opens slightly
>"Anon, please come in."
>You heart begins beating harder, you can feel it in your throat
>You walk in the door and see a man in a medical suit with a clipboard in his hand
>He gestures at an examination table
>"Please lay down"
>You do as asked, feeling the cold metal against your skin
>"This is an evaluation to determine your sexual capabilities
>Two thoughts cross your mind: Why are they telling me this, and what sexual capabilities?
>The first one you can figure out easy enough. You're gonna be dead in four weeks anyway, so they figure they might as well have you be cooperative by telling you the truth. Easier to deal with being scared by telling the truth than spinning more fear around.
>The second question evades your mental understanding. You don't understand the word "sexual". You've never heard it before.
>The doctor snaps his fingers at you
>"Anon! Pay attention. When was the last time you had sex?"
"Sex?"
>He sighs.
>"I forget sometimes. Apologies."
"Forget what?"
>He glances around. "I forget that your city has eradicated sex education."
>Eradicated? It doesn't surprise you, there's a black market full of black-listed items, like political books and drugs, but you've never heard of sex.
>"Let me give you a rundown." He launches into a long-winded speech about sex, or as he calls it, 'The Birds and the Bees'
>Afterwards, you are left wondering where the title even comes from
>You shake your head and look up at him
"Why are you telling me this?"
>"Because that's what you're going to be doing for the next few weeks, anon."
"I'm going to be...sexing?"
>He laughs
>"You are going to be BREEDING, anon. You are going to a city full of females. Basically the opposite of your city."
>You pause and think. It never crossed your mind that you only ever saw things geared towards males. Bathrooms, showers, clothes, the like. Not that you knew what a male was. You just assumed everyone was the same. Now, you are learning that not only are there different...sexes, the tributes every year go and...breed (?) with the other city.
>You blink at the doctor
>He blinks back
>A silence begins, stretching on for minutes
>He coughs and stands up
>"Lean back, anon."
>You lean back on the cold examination table
>He grips your penis
>Your breathing escalates and you reach up to remove his hand
>His other hand pushes you down
>"Anon, stop. This is just an examination, no need to get excited."
>You lay back down, ignoring how wrong this seems