Recruits

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.

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Sandor moaned, the white fox bucking out from his pod, though his range of motion was limited. His previously beautiful, white fur had grown dull after so much time in the milking pod, though his capture and forced use had not been as vain. Even though the white fox had become nothing more than a breeding boar to the Paranormal Commission, his semen had been refined into bullets that could be used to neutralise the slimes. However, unstable rifts were still cutting through reality all over the city and more semen still from those with superpowers was required.

One subject, even though he was a breeding boar, there to be milked and used by those who could better use his semen, was not enough for them.

Boosting Sandor's production, Alyssa, a doe-taur, buried her face in Sandor's stomach.

"Cum again for me," she breathed, knowing he could hear her as his ears twitched back and forth. "Again, cum again. You must give your seed, all of it. You cannot keep your semen selfishly for yourself."

He whined and arched his back, his tail wagging even then. She ran both hands over the tube that funnelled his seed to the containment chamber, though that would need swapping out again soon. She leaned in close to him, her cloven hooves scuffing across the floor; being as close to him as she was, breathing in his scent and lingering in his warmth, was not something she would ever grow tired of. Their relationship had changed, but it would never be broken.

"Pochi... Darling, Pochi," she breathed, no longer using the name Sandor had been given at birth. "Give every drop of your seed, Pochi, all for the Paranormal Commission, all for me."

He moaned, tongue lolling out against the tube in his muzzle. The fox's mouth was stuffed full of a feeding tube and the outside of his muzzle was encased in a silicone-like sleeve. The tech of the pod kept it in place without even a harness around his head, allowing him to moan and part his lips, but not too much. He didn't need his own agency.

All Sandor needed to do was to cum, thrusting and grinding, shoving his cock into the fleshlight-like device that milked his shaft time after time again. He needed his doe near him, however, to produce as much semen as the Paranormal Commission wanted from him, which was why Alyssa was paid as well as she was for the work she performed.

Aono breathed slowly and evenly, tucked away within the air duct, though the Samoyed didn't know what he was looking at. The canine's tail remained still for the moment, his guts churning.

What is going on down there? Is this where Enma disappeared to?

He pushed down a sense of sickness in his gut, though he could barely believe the Commission was capable of doing things like that. But it was there, right before his eyes. Even to Sandor... And Sandor had been practically worshipped! He was a hero! Yet, to them, he was something to be used, something that could be drained.

A few days prior, Aono's friend, Enma had disappeared: a black Samoyed who was also a hero. Those with enhanced powers often found themselves in such lines of work, using their powers for good in the world. It seemed there were too many ways already in place for them to be manipulated and abused, however...

Regardless, Ethan, Enma's boyfriend, had asked for Aono's help in finding out where Enma could have vanished to -- though Enma was a formidable opponent anyway, with the ability to release dark energy. If someone had got hold of Enma, that was a very bad thing indeed, in short.

That was how Aona had followed the leads to the Commission, even though none of it had made sense until he was up in the duct, staring down at Sandor with his partner, being forced to cum over and over again. Even as he watched, a thick dildo on a long, mechanical tentacle rammed into Sandor's tail hole, pounded deep and forcing a slick stream of milked semen from him.

Aono gulped and pressed back, hiding as his skin rippled with his latex power. It helped him in many ways, but with the ability to form latex came innovation too.

They're not happy with what the heroes are giving them willing, all the service they've engaged in, simply to keep the city safe, he thought bitterly, ears flattening to his skull. Why is it never enough? Now they're just imprisoning us to turn our bodies, somehow, into weapons!

It could be the only answer for the new tech that had appeared, such as the bullets. Yet the Paranormal Commission had grown increasingly demanding of late and suspicions had arisen. Aono had not expected them to be founded in such a way.

With the disappearance of Sandor came armies with more powerful bullets and explosives to deal with the monsters from the rift, using the abilities of the hero with the ability to use fire. If the Paranormal Commission captured even more heroes, what did that mean for the rest of them?

Several days ago: another room in the facility

Daybreak groaned, his head pounding, though the wolf's powers were of no use to him there. He had thought they wanted to make things better, safer, for the citizens of the city. He'd tried his best, using his solar energy, the element of light, to keep them safe -- but the Paranormal Commission had implored him.

They'd said they needed his help, only his help. That he was the only one who could help them. So, Daybreak had signed the contract without even being allowed to fully read the conditions and terms of what he was signing, the wolf's tail still and pointed slightly down behind him, as if he didn't have the energy to keep it raised.

"Wait... No..."

Daybreak flinched, though masked scientists -- at least, that was who and what he assumed they were -- flanked him on either side. He didn't call on his powers to push them away from him or even to disorientate them, for he still thought it was part of how he was going to help the Commission.

"Your service is noted by the Paranormal Commission," one, a fox anthro, said dryly. "Dr Hayward, please see to it that number two-oh-six is loaded securely into the pod. They will want a good collection from him, on day one."

Daybreak tensed, a growl rippling through his muzzle.

"What?" He snarled, hands bunching up into fists. "No! You will not take anything from me! I am a hero of this city! What -- agh!"

His arms pulled back behind him, sucked into a strange, gel-like substance that rippled and pulled, dragging his legs into the same place. Daybreak howled and wrenched at his limbs, although the moment they were locked into place, pulled back behind his body so his chest and groin were thrust forward the most, those around him seemed to lose interest.

At first, they'd appeared enthusiastic about bringing him on board, but everything changed the moment Daybreak signed the contract, loading him up into the pod as the fox anthro removed his mask at last. The fox anthro made a mark on the clipboard, looking Daybreak up and down dispassionately.

"This will be where you spend the rest of your useful life," he said, as if the words leaving his lips came with a foul taste to them. "As per contract, you will not be permitted to return home, for this is your final, glorious mission. All in service of the Commission."

"What?" Daybreak growled, fighting the pod, though the half-bowl he was caught in merely solidified around his arms and legs, though his tail was left free. "You cannot do this! I..."

He called on his powers, light energy flickering to him -- but it was no use. It was as if there was a barrier in his mind that prevented him from using his powers. The wolf's stomach lurched with a cold, weighty sense of loss, yet there was no time even for him to lament his predicament.

"Your energy will be utilised to provide further bullets for the military and aid in the capture of further heroes. Your service to the Commission will be recognised."

Daybreaker snarled, ready to use his teeth against his oppressors, though the wolf could not get close enough to anyone, despite everything.

And it was then that the pod vibrated around his limbs, to his back, erupting with a mechanical dildo, which emerged as if it was on the end of a long, tentacle-like limb. He twisted away, trying to gyrate, so he pushed his crotch as far away from them as he could.

Of course, Daybreak had still been in his yellow and white outfit, a skintight costume hiding his body from view, even as the broad muscle definition in his chest still easily showed through. A nozzle emerged from the pod, spraying him all over in a hiss of a substance he could not name, making him retch and cough.

"Agh! Like that... Like that's going to do anything...to me..."

The wolf swayed, pulling out against the pod and straining his hips and shoulders. Yet the purpose of the spray swiftly became clear as his skin became overly sensitive with the suit shrinking, which stayed in place on his body. Yet he was helpless to it, even with his chunky, thick boots too that helped him wield his powers more effectively. His power wisped away as the latex clung more tightly to him, defining his muscles in a way his fur could not. His fur stuck up at funny angles around his neck and head, though no one there cared if he was a ruffled mess. They just wanted to make use of him.

They only cared for what they could use him for as Daybreak swayed, slightly disorientated.

"I'll never give in," he snarled, though the ripple of his lips along the line of his teeth was weaker than before, not knowing who to direct his words at. "No... You'll never have my energy. That's how it's taken, isn't it?"

A cock sleeve, whirring on the end of a mechanical arm that twisted with the flexibility of a tentacle, rolled over his shaft, sucking it up. His length had not yet been hard, although the machinery made quick work of that for him as it rippled and pulsed around his cock, dragging up the full length of his member, over and over again.

"No... I'll never give it to you, my seed," he snarled, clenching his jaw, his pointed ears pinned back flat to his skull in a raw act of defiance. "Never. This plan of yours... It is destined to fail!"

Daybreak grunted, twisting and arching his back within the confines of the pod. Yet not even his accentuated, defined muscles were enough to wrench himself free as he heaved and grunted. He just had to forget what was happening to him, ignoring the cock sleeve pumping his member, sliding back and forth as if they wanted the wolf to consider every last little thing that was actually happening to him. They didn't want him to be able to take his mind away for even a single moment.

The wolf growled, licking his lips, his eyelids fluttering. Another machined tentacle snaked out, pressing a dildo up under his tail. His tail tried to pull down but there was no room for him to even use it to protect himself as he thrust and ground, his body falling prey to base needs.

Instinct was there, after all, even though he was a proud, evolved wolf, a hero of the city. His fingers tried to twitch within the solidifying goo of the pod, yet Daybreak may as well have done nothing at all. His powers taunted him, horrifyingly, out of his reach, though he fought it down.

Even the twist of worry in the pit of his stomach: that too, he could not breathe life into.

"I'll never...mmmph..." He grunted. "Never stop fighting... Nnnngggghhh..."

As much as the wolf struggled to stop himself growling and making vocalisations of pleasure, it was no good. He panted heavily as his pink tongue lolled from his mouth, muzzle wrinkling along the sides. Tension lined every muscle in his body as his pectoral muscles clenched, squeezing in as if Daybreak was trying to show off. Yet the wolf fought against himself as the mechanical dildo slammed up inside him, penetrating his asshole deeply.

"Ahhhhhh!"

He screamed, hating himself for breaking. He had to be quiet, he had to not let them see how much they were getting to him. Daybreak clamped his jaws shut and turned his head away, though there were still scientists -- or, perhaps more aptly, attendants -- around him, monitoring his vitals, though they seemed to be registered through the pod itself.

Daybreak didn't have much space in his mind to think of more technical things like that, even if they were very much things that the wolf would have rather focused on. His abdominal muscles tightened, showing easily through his suit that flattened his fluffy, white fur to his body, hiding it away. It stood in testament to how heavily muscled the wolf was, considering that his musculature could be seen through even his thick fur.

"Nnnnggghhhh... Mmmmmmnnnn..."

He groaned against his will, his body twisting and arching, humping and bucking. He fought to hold back, to think of anything else, though the wolf's range of motion, within the pod, was rather limited too.

"Nnnnmmmm... You...heathens... Scum..."

Daybreak panted heavily, droplets of saliva splattering from his maw. Yet his cock throbbed within the sleeve and he let out a strangled whine as the mechanical dildo ground right up against his prostate. It was not even a part of the wolf's body that even he played with, preferring to go for more direct means of stimulation, but it seemed to zero in on his most sensitive parts like a honing device.

The wolf clamped his jaws shut and yet muffled grunts and whines still exploded through his teeth and from between his lips. His tail twitched, resisting the urge to wag as pleasure mounted inside him. As Daybreak fought his rising orgasm, tears marked the corners of his eyes: moisture purely from the strain of holding back with every fibre of his being.

"Mmmmphhhh... Nev...never..."

He thought of those he had fought with, everyone who was counting on him. They had to be the reason he was able to resist giving his cum to the Commission.

Yet the mecha tentacles knew better than him and Daybreak was far from the first to be abused and used in such a facility. There more mecha tentacles popped out of the pod, the rippling, flowing surface oozing back to let them free, the long lengths teasing over his body.

Despite them being mechanical in nature, they had a texture to them not unlike that of a shaft, yet there was a little more friction to it and "feel" to the skin. His head spun and he turned his head away as they crawled over his body, his biceps showing clearly as he strained and wrenched, once again, at his bonds. It may have been futile, yet the wolf was hardly done fighting, not yet.

He'd never give up, not like they wanted him to. He held on to that thought as he did his best to distract himself from everything happening, yet the dildo ramped up, ploughing into his unprotected backside with raw, ruthless intent. The machines did not feel in any way and their only purpose was to make him cum, feeding directions back to the electrical centre from the sensors implanted in them. In that way, they could take readings from his body, the temperature, pressure and so on, to adjust what they were doing and, therefore, best stimulate him.

The mecha tentacles slid over his inner thighs and around his legs, stimulating parts of him that had no reason to be as alluring and as erogenous as they were. He whined, tongue pushing past the barrier of his teeth to lap over the side of his maw, but Daybreak couldn't help it.

His pecs too received attention, two tentacles grinding back and forth over them, occasionally catching his nipples -- however, they were not the focus of the mecha tentacles. His body quivered, muscles shuddering bodily, yet the wolf couldn't stop himself, not as drops of pre-cum, so valuable to the Commission, were milked from him.

"Nnnngghhhh... No..."

Daybreak growled, fighting it every step of the way, though a mask slid down over his face: clear, so it didn't obscure his muzzle from observation. He panted heavily, unable to even hold his breath in the face of so much pleasure, yet the wolf was not to know that the gasses he was breathing in were laced with potent aphrodisiacs.

"Unff... No... I am stronger...than this. Stronger...than you..."

He held on to every scrap of himself that he could, licking his lips and grunting in the back of his throat. It was all the wolf felt able to do, even as one of the mecha tentacles rubbed around the root of his tail. It was not discerning in where it stimulated, rolling around the sides and the top as well, yet it was the underside of the base of his tail that was the most sensitive. The machines knew it too as he grunted and pumped his hips forward stringently, as if he was breaking even then and willingly thrusting his cock into the rippling, milking grasp of the sleeve.

A mecha tentacle rose from the other end of the sleeve, which had been used to get the cock sleeve into place, though it also served as a tube to funnel his cum to a containment chamber too: when they got him to cum, of course.

The tease under his tail was too much as the wolf ground his jaws together, grunting and moaning, drooling thickly through the cage of his teeth. It was too much, much too much, and a sudden surge of lust within him, driven by the aphrodisiac gasses, told Daybreak it had all been for nothing.

He thrust roughly, grunting as his fur matted up lightly with sweat, around his crotch, between his legs and under his arms. But it was no good, not as he called on every bit of his training.

"Noooooooooo!"

And there it was: his breaking. Horror crashed through him as ecstasy roared, heat coming against the burning cling of shame. His mind fragmented, just a little, at that very moment, but the wolf was helpless to resist the lure of orgasm.

He was broken, crumbling, his mind falling. Daybreak had thought it was not something that would ever happen to him, that he was stronger than anyone else, that he was one who would never be broken, not like that. And there he was, falling, spending his seed, rope after rope, flooding the sleeve and sending it pouring straight down into the containment chamber. The mechanical tentacle turned opaque, letting him see his stream of semen as it poured into a chamber, set just to the side of him.

His chest heaved, tongue lolling, yet the wolf's tail wagged. Against everything, as he broke, he watched his seed glow. A light explosion, as if heard from a very great distance away, echoed from the chamber, showing how Daybreak's powers were contained in it. Whereas the wolf would never need to use his powers again, they could drain them from him, bit by bit, in his seed. Yet his body would replenish the energy required for his power too, allowing them to take more and more of it from him, in a limitless supply.

He didn't know there was a catalyst within the chamber that began the pre-reaction to convert Daybreak's semen into the raw material needed for the bullet.

Daybreak heaved, his body hanging limply in the pod, though his hips still weakly thrust and ground. A dim part of his mind ached for orgasm even more as the last dribbles of seed left his cock, although his shaft did not soften in the slightest. He wanted more even as his mind reeled from it, groaning aloud.

"Ohhhhh... Nnngggghhhh... Noooooo..."

A lion scientist eyed him up: white with a flickering tail tip that was never quite idle. Daybreak tried to snap at him, for his muzzle was left free, but it didn't do him any good. He was stuck there, the pod holding him fast as his muscles were rendered useless. And what good did his powers do him when they could be nullified like that?