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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Sieg groaned, the white lion's head rolling lightly back and forth. Yet, strangely, his head seemed supported as he tried to come back to his own sense of reality, blinking as his eyes opened.
The world around him was soft and light, water flowing and lapping up under his chin. He paddled, trying to keep his head up close to the top of the tank, where there was a sliver of air still available to him.
"Unff... Rrrf..."
Sieg groaned, his brown mane plastered to his neck as he tried to push against the smooth walls of the tank. He slammed his paws into the glass with a dull "thunk," muscles bunching, but the hero's super strength did not rise to his limbs as it usually did, leaving his paws sliding uselessly down the slightly curved surface. Sieg growled, kicking up again, floating in the water tank, as other anthros dressed in long, white lab coats moved around.
"Hey! Let me out -- you can't do this!"
They ignored him, not even twitching their ears in his direction, as if he didn't exist. Sieg should have shaken his head to clear the fog from his mind, but there was too much going on in the moment for him to focus, his tail lashing dully back and forth through the water, though the weight of the water itself pushed back against him. He'd never felt that weak before and yet the lion was left with nothing he could do, chest heaving, panic setting in.
Fuck, fuck, fuck... He swore inwardly, gulping at air as the water rose to the top of the tank, his limbs floating while he was forced to scull to stay in the centre of the tank. How the hell am I getting out of this one?
He tapped on the glass again, though he couldn't make much noise, even as everyone outside studiously ignored him. Blinking slowly, his chest straining from the lack of air, Sieg tugged at his wrists, only then realising that he was cuffed. That would explain some, but it was as if his mind was working through sludge, dragging him back and down like the weight of the water that fought to drown him.
His ankles were cuffed too in a similar fashion, chained together. They allowed him a little room in which to kick, yet still forced him to shuffle about through the water with his paws and hind paws close together. Yet that was not the reason for losing his super strength.
It has to be the building, this tank! He thought, thoughts coming more clearly yet frantically as he whirled around in the tank, increasingly light-headed. Got to get out, got to get...out!
The water churned around him as a mecha arm reached down from the top of the tank, poking at his body as it attached a metal strip. Sieg jolted as the mechanical arm fastened it into his spine, tiny needles slamming into his body as he fought to escape them. Yet there was nowhere the lion could go as the arm whirred around him, frothing up the water into a blur of movement, the feline left helpless as it attached electrode pads to his nipples and exposed ball sack too.
Wait -- I'm naked?!
Too many things were bypassing his attention and he drifted there, grappling with a situation even a superhero could not have intended to be caught up in. The last thing he remembered was meeting with the Commission -- and the rest was a blank, like a black hole of memories he couldn't reach down into.
He missed the cables wiring into the metal strip, pain fading down the line of his back -- but he was too caught up in the enormity of change to understand what was happening. Not as he twisted and thrashed, the lack of air getting to him, nipples tingling where the pads had been adhered to his bare flesh. His tail dragged through the water as he panicked, his cock sucked up into a tube of some kind -- he'd soon see what it was made for -- and his anal ring ached as something shoved its way rudely up under his tail.
"Mmph!"
He grunted and twisted, though the water merely swirled around him, no one paying any attention at all to his complaints. For he was merely a subject of the Commission and, as far as they were concerned, they had all the permissions required to treat and use the lion exactly as they willed.
He arched back unwittingly as a dildo, attached to a flexible mechanical arm, pushed up deeper into his anal passage. Without thinking, for Sieg was not in full control of his body, the lion squeezed around it, though the jolt of pleasure that raced through him was hardly wanted in that moment.
There! He floundered, snatching with both hands as a mask that looked to cover his eyes too with a clear, viewing Perspex dropped from the ceiling of the tank. A tube that could only contain air -- or so the lion hoped -- connected it to the top of the tank still and he grabbed for it, taking a deep breath.
"Huff-unff!"
Just one breath -- for it didn't smell right and he shoved the mask away. Sieg, with air in his lungs, kicked for the top of the tank, trying to find a little air left that would be clean and untainted, though the gap had been filled with water.
A scientist stepped up to the outside of the tank: a badger with a surly, black and white face and a rather bored expression. To them, dealing with heroes like Sieg was just a part of their everyday business.
"Due to your escapades," the badger said plainly, "and your contract... You remember signing that, don't you? No matter, we have your signature. Your powers, going forward, will be in the right hands and you have done well to sign yourself over to us. As instructed, you shall become a drone and breed for the Commission."
"What? No!"
Of course, Sieg's words came out in a slew of bubbles from his muzzle, though the lion could still make himself known. He let the mask float away from him in the tank, slamming his fists, together, into the side. It didn't shake -- it barely even felt like he'd made an impact.
The badger blinked at him slowly.
"Enough of that. Put the gas mask on and submit to us or pass out from lack of air. We will retrieve you and take what we need from you either way."
The badger's eyes lit up a little as Sieg grabbed the mask again, fighting with himself as his lungs burned. The clock was ticking and he didn't know for how long he could hold his breath -- that was, fortunately, something that was not linked to his super strength at all. Still, he twisted, seeking escape and swimming up to the top of the tank to press both of his paws up against it.
"Gnnngghhh..."
He grunted as he fought to open it, though there was nothing he could do, not as the badger continued while he sought freedom.
"The mask will have oxygen, of course," the badger said, with a little more life in his voice, as if he was enjoying the trauma of the lion. "Yet it also contains aphrodisiacs and the goggles will have spirals, so many lovely spirals. You will soon be quite familiar with the art of hypnosis, fallen hero. So, have your war with yourself. We shall wait."
Sieg swore mentally. What kind of sick people were a part of the Commission? Well, anthros, really, for he'd not seen any non-anthros around, but it was hard to think of someone just like him being behind something so decrepit.
I'll take a quick breath, then wait again, he thought, holding the mask in his hands, the smooth rubber catching under his fingers. I'll trick them. This isn't going to break me.
He was stronger than they were, he told himself. He wouldn't drown in there, not as he yanked the mask to his mouth, closed his eyes and sucked in a quick breath.
Yes, the air in there was definitely tainted, a little too sweet, as if it was sinking into his lungs when it clawed its way deep into him. However, he couldn't last very long before needing to breathe from the mask again -- and the lion took a deeper breath the second go around, trying to last longer.
He had to. There was nothing at all he could do to get out if he didn't take in air, though time slipped through the lion's fingers like water. Growling in the back of his throat, he stared down the scientists and workers passing by outside the tank, tail lashing anxiously back and forth.
One more breath. And down again.
Bubbles swirled around him. Was his head spinning?
He tried to hold off, not sure how many breaths he'd taken. Everything felt light and he pressed a paw to the tank as he took another breath, leaving the mask in place for longer that time.
Nothing seemed urgent anymore and his attention was drawn downward to his crotch, how nicely his cock swelled to fit the tube around his cock. That was a good feeling and yet the lion pulled away from it mentally, twisting back and forth. He had to hold off, had to do something to get out, though Sieg was no longer at all sure what was within his power.
"Ggggnnnfff..."
Sieg groaned, a whisper rolling through his mind. Could he hear that or was it in his head? It was hard to tell.
Without realising, the mask had slotted into place on his face, looping behind his ears and covering his entire muzzle. Dancing spirals in black and white filled his vision and, ultimately, the lion no longer had the will to take the mask off. Why would he do that?
No... Fight... Resist!
"Become a drone," the voice whispered to him, so sweet that it sounded like a very appealing offer, kind of as if they were merely offering him a luxury getaway. "The Commission takes good care of its property and that is all you need to be."
Sieg blinked dully, everything seeming to slow down as the dildo thrust under his tail, grinding back and forth as he tried to pull away from it. Yet dragging his ass away from the unwanted toy only meant he shoved his cock more deeply into the milking tube. The tube was more than soft enough on the inside to give him the impression that he was sinking into another's tail hole and he thrust without thinking, his hips sinking forward without the consent of his mind.
Nothing was done under his consent, not as the strange voice wound its way into his mind. The lion shook his head as if that would be enough to clear his head of its influence, but the truth of it all was that Sieg was already far, far gone.
There was no coming back once the Commission had captured someone. But no one under their influence would ever know that.
