This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Several months later...
Alyssa was surprised to be called back to the laboratory; she'd thought that things must have been going well there, as there had been no intrusions from the slimes for a while. She had not forgotten about Sandor, though her hatred of him, for how he had treated her with regards to her body not being suited to bearing him offspring, coloured everything. She would not be able to look back on the happy memories with him after he had done so much to her.
However, it turned out that the officer, the bear, whose name was Dr Stanley, was unsatisfied with how the project was going. They had plenty of cum from him, but wiping out Sandor's identity was not going as smoothly as they had wanted. And they needed a completely blank slate to work with...
"You see here..." Dr Stanley said, opening up a screen on the interactive board on the wall. "This graph... We expected his identity to go down smoothly, if not in a perfectly nuanced form. The wiping takes time, you see, with every forced orgasm and every loss of brain function, forgetting who they are. Here... It is stuck at thirty-seven percent and we cannot get his identity to wipe any further than this."
Alyssa, perched on the edge of a bench that, really, even then, was not designed for taurs like herself, pursed her lips.
"And you think I can help with this?" She queried, though there was a harder edge to her tone than what had been there before. "Can you not just keep forcing him to orgasm, like you were doing last time I was here? Or find other ways to make him cum?"
She spoke frankly about his body as if Sandor was nothing to her. Truly, he was nothing.
Dr Stanley shook his head.
"The old ways to stimulate him, even using e-stim and further erotic toys too, to force his body over the edge, are not working. Pochi is resisting, even now, for there is still a semblance of free will in the breeding boar's broken mind. Or, well...half-broken. We want you to help get him all the way there."
She could have said no, but, really...it was not an assignment that Alyssa was at all inclined to turn down. There was nothing for her to sign, but there was a good stash of money in it for her, for his cum and the breaking of his identity were both highly valued commodities to The Commission. A few other subjects had been added to the line-up in the milking chamber, filled with milking pods, a couple with the dome-like screens slid down all the way over their subjects, though they were not as valuable as Sandor. He had been left out, his limbs sunk back into the machine while he faced the central corridor between the milking pods, though it was not an extensively large room by any means either.
There was no light in his eyes as she came closer and closer to him, fascinated by the state of the fox. He didn't even look like the same fox, so much of his muscle having wasted away, drained and matted, heaving and panting. His tail hung loosely behind him, as if he didn't have the will to keep it up anymore, though there was resistance in his eyes too, a hard line to his jaw that showed through in the tense, jerky motions that he made, twisting his head back and forth.
The machines were working and Alyssa inspected them closely, the officers there letting her go about her work, what she was there to do: to see if she could break Sandor's identity even more. The sleeve pulsed obviously around his cock, trembling as it went through a massaging cycle, and the dildo under his tail had been upgraded to a ridged one: all to provide the fox with as much pleasure as possible.
However, the fox fought back. Even when his mind was not there, not in its entirety, he fought, twisting and struggling, heaving far more than he had against his bonds when she had last been there. She didn't know quite why that was if he could feel the death of his identity coming for him, even then, but she was there to make him cum. She cocked her head softly, picking up on the sounds of the dildo vibrating inside him as it ramped up to a higher speed still.
If that didn't get him to cum...what would? What could she offer the cum-giving body of the fox to bring him into the next stage of his reality?
"Come now, Sandor," she said, clicking her tongue disapprovingly against the roof of her mouth, finally in a position of power and control over the fox. "This isn't like you... Then again, you were disappointing. I never thought that you would have such a fixation on having offspring from my body but, well...we both know how that turned out."
Anger that she had pushed down and ignored for so very long coiled and twisted in the pit of her stomach. All doubt left her mind.
"Mmmmmnnnnnngggghhhhh..."
He groaned, an edge of wildness entering his eyes. But Alyssa did not care about that, no. She didn't care that the fox had lost over three-quarters of his identity. Maybe that was why she felt so detached from him.
But she could help The Commission get what they needed from him, all so that they could keep fighting the slimes.
She came in close to him, even as the fox fought, struggling not to cum, holding back. He must have built up a great deal of immunity to it over the months. If the doe-taur was not so indifferent to him, she might well have been impressed.
"Sandor..." She breathed. "Come now, Sandor... You must give them your cum. This is the only thing, now and forever, that you will ever give them your cum. You must give them your seed."
She dipped a little, stroking his fur, though it was not as soft as it had been before. Her cheek pressed to his abdomen, feeling his thinner, scrawnier body, though the fox had all that he needed to be sustained there, despite everything.
Sandor grunted. There was something familiar there, someone that made him feel calm and settled...but there was something darker twisting through the emotion too. He recognised her voice but he couldn't place the strange creature who was there, walking on four legs. Did creatures usually walk on four legs? He wasn't sure... Sandor wasn't sure of very much at all anymore.
The creature slid her hands down his body, so pretty, so very pretty. With her fingers curling and teasing over the bones of his hips, as if she was seeking out something, she paused there. Sandor grunted, twisting his head back and forth, his skin hot yet chilled with sweat at the same time.
Alyssa hummed. He was warm and she could feel how well every muscle in his body still was moving and working, even if he had lost some of the muscle mass from his body. He was still serving the citizens of the city but in a different way than what he had done before. If anyone was going to ask Alyssa about it, the doe-taur would have very much said that it was a better way. When Sandor was not speaking, he was almost okay to look at, after everything that had gone on between them. Yet the doe-taur's dark hatred of him, even though it did not come naturally to her, was all because of how the fox had treated her, how he had sought to break her down, how he had deemed her less worthy because of her body.
Of course, she didn't know the full story. But that was the beauty of The Commission too, in how they were able to break down those that were not even aware of their interference.
"You have to cum, Sandor," she murmured, pressing against him, the muscles that tensed while he refused to cum. "Now, Sandor."
Dim thoughts swirled through the fox's head, hard to distinguish.
