FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Viratan was giddy with excitement as he finally figured out how to get through the pesky barrier that had impeded his progress for the last three days. Ever since he had found the abandoned facility while on another mission he had been itching to return to it, and the second he had the free time he booked a flight and flew over to where he had marked the GPS coordinates. Finding it had been a stroke of luck, the building itself was so overgrown and blended into the forest he had to literally fall through one of the skylight windows in order to stumble onto it. His second return was now quite deliberate, and when he had crawled through he found himself in what appeared to be the lobby of a very old building.

Unfortunately the entrance of the facility had been the easy part, for nearly a week he had picked through security protocols and locks in order to get deeper into the heart of the building that had been built underground. But the dragolf's persistence was about to pay off as he crossed the last wire to override the heavy steel blast door and he heard the sound of metal gears coming to life to open it. Despite the apparent age of everything they opened rather smoothly, and as he entered into the cavernous expanse of space the lights even turned on around him. "Whoa..." he said as he put his flashlight away and looked around.

The huge space seemed to house mostly manufacturing equipment; huge vats sat on one side of the corner with tubes that fed into other various machines which Viratan didn't have the slightest idea of their function. As he ventured further in everything appeared to be connected, whether by conveyor belts or rails, it all seemed to be part of one lengthy process. It took some time to follow but eventually he reached what he believed to be the beginning of it, which started with what appeared to be a dentist chair with a monitor attached to it. "I don't see why this is here..." he said as he passed by it before he continued to walk around.

After what seemed like hours of wandering around he realized there were no other doors in the facility and only a few storage containers, which were locked with some sort of keypad that he decided to leave be for the moment. Still, he mused to himself as he looked around, it was still an extremely valuable find and as soon as he got the claim rights to it he could put a few credits in his pocket for the discovery. It would have helped him if he could figure out what it did or if it still worked, but as his search brought him back to the chair, he decided it was good enough for now. Once thing he was surprised with was how clean everything was as he rested his hand against the armrest.

Suddenly all the lights and monitors around Viratan sprung to life that caused him to jump back, which lasted only for a second before they all went dead again. Idly he scratched the blue and red marking on his muzzle as he looked around, and when he saw nothing his focus once more returned to the chair. Though he was wary of ancient technology, his curiosity got the better of him and he gently pushed a finger against the gel-like cushion of the chair and watched the strange substance glow slightly under his touch. As he held his finger there a monitor or two illuminated once more, the dragolf's eyes lighting up just as bright as he saw the machinery come to life. Once he pulled his finger away the light died away, just as he figured.

"This chair must be like a dead man's switch," Viratan mused to himself as he examined the chair once more. "All you have to do to kill the power to the plant is simply get up, quite ingenious. If that's the case I wonder if this whole area is controlled by this thing, too... of course I'm never going to find out with just a finger."

Despite his gusto he found himself hesitating slightly as he looked at the chair he was about to sit in. He couldn't imagine it would do anything bad to him, especially if it was necessary to run the plant, but there was always that small doubt that it could electrocute him until he was a puddle on the ground. Nevertheless he took a deep breath and climbed into the chair, the padding squished down slightly around his frame as he heard the soft whir of monitors and machinery powering up. As soon as the monitor attached to the chair came on-line; however, Viratan's triumphant grin turned to a frown as the screen turned an angry red color and displayed text.

"Obstruction to connection with user?" he read out loud, looking down at himself before he realized what it meant and rolled his eyes. "Seriously computer?" The hybrid sighed and hopped off the chair and, now that he was confident it wouldn't gooify or otherwise destroy him in any one creative way, pulled off his clothing and left it on the stone floor. In the back of his mind he realized that he had just gotten naked in a place no one had been in for untold centuries, but he was so close to finding the answer he scarcely cared as he sat his nude form back into the chair.

"Welcome user," a voice suddenly chirped as the entire factory lit up, the dragolf gasped slightly in awe as the massive machines began to start up. "It has been nine nine nine nine nine nine nine nine days since last production run, would you like to continue with current parameters?"

Viratan looked down at the monitor at two glowing boxes marked yes and no, and since he really just wanted to know what he was looking at, he merely hit the yes button on what turned out to be a touchpad. "Warning, user has not been identified," the computer voice warned as Vira sighed and shook his head. "Please identify yourself and the level of authentication you are cleared for."

As the screen shifted once more Viratan couldn't believe that he had to fill out a registration form in order to figure out what this place did, but it did also give him another flag to plant in his discovery in case anyone tried to refute him. He quickly typed in his name, species, and other information before he scrolled down and got to a list of authorization levels. After a few moments of consideration for the unusual tiers he poked the one marked as master, only to be informed that the maximum number of users had reached that tier. When he continued down the list the disembodied voice told him he did not have the access to give himself that level of authentication, until finally it accepted his input when he chose the tier labeled toy.

The disembodied voice thanked him for his selection and suddenly all the pieces of machinery in the entire facility began to come to life. Part of him expected it to be louder, but instead it hummed only slightly louder than the background of electricity as the console monitors began to flicker through lines of various code. As Viratan began to move out of the chair in order to inspect the revitalized machinery further, all the monitors suddenly turned red and warned him about breaking the connection to the chair. He sighed and went back to the touchpad in order to abort the startup for next time, only to find that every box he pressed on it gave him the same haunting error message; that his authorization was no longer high enough to control the process anymore and that control had been transferred to the master user.

As the chair beneath him began to vibrate Viratan decided that having to start over on the configuration settings was far preferable to whatever what happening at the moment, but as he tried to get out of the chair the normally slick gel suddenly grew stickier than glue and held him fast in place. Everywhere his body contacted was completely adhered to the chair, including where he had rested his arms as he began to struggle to get out. He was so focused on trying to dislodge himself he didn't even notice the platform the chair was on had begun to move, though he did when it suddenly lurched forward towards one of the conveyor belts.

"How the bloody hell do you stop this thing!?" Viratan shouted as the dragolf tried to reach the touchpad once again, only to find he had accidently pressed his wrist against the edge of the armrest and found it stuck fast to it. "Abort! Abort!" Suddenly he found himself up in the air as the chair was brought to the edge of the conveyor, which stopped as soon as he was dangled over it. His feet, which had been the only things not glued to any surface, were guided downwards towards a pair of holes in a metal plate that was fixed a few inches above the surface of the conveyor. Despite his best efforts the male's feet slid through the openings until his soles touched the metallic surface beneath it, and as soon as the clasps clamped shut around his ankles, the gel on the chair returned to its normal consistency; the dragolf wobbled as his support was suddenly taken away from him.

Once he regained his balance he tried to reach down towards the metal restraints around his ankles, but almost fell backwards when the conveyor belt restarted once again. When he had righted himself once more he tried to pull himself free as he was moved towards a large metal box with an opening big enough to easily fit his body in. There was nothing he could do to stop the process, and even as he tried to grab the sides of the box to halt his progress, his fingertips merely slid off when he tried to grip them. Once he was inside lights built into the wall flickered to life and Viratan couldn't help but swallow hard as various nozzles and other appendages began to emerge from holes in it. Two of them grabbed him by the wrists and held them up in the air, putting him on full display as the others surrounded him like angry snakes.

Suddenly the hybrid gasped as he felt a torrent of water spray out from one of the nozzles, the hot water soaking him as the other robotic implements began to scrub and wash him. "Really..." he sputtered as the brushes that had emerged from the other arms scrubbed his fur and his scales from top to bottom in an aggressive but pleasant fashion. Part of him hoped that perhaps he had stumbled into some sort of elaborate cleaning facility for furs, but once they had finished, ending with a blast of hot air that dried him almost instantly, his arms were dropped and the conveyor belt continued on.

"Subject decontamination complete," the computerized voice said as Viratan moved onto the next station. "Phase two, subject preparation."

"That doesn't sound good..." Vira muttered as he was brought to a second station, this one made from mostly clear plastic instead of metal. Once he reached it the first thing that came up from the side of the machine was a large autoinjector filled with a glowing pink fluid, and when he started to lean away from the approaching device two more arms appeared out from the sides of the conveyor and restrained him once again. As he continued to struggle he felt the tube press against his neck, followed by the pressure of the fluid being injected into his body via a sharp puff of air.

Viratan could feel his eyes dilate slightly as the unknown liquid began to course through his veins, his increased heart rate pumping it quickly through his entire body. In the background he could hear the voice of the computer talk again, merely as background noise as his entire body started to buzz. A strange warmth began to spread from the injection site as he felt himself begin to breathe harder, only slightly aware that he had once more been released and had started down towards the next site. As his muscles began to twitch and his insides shifted slightly he was grateful for once that his bindings were in place as they became the only things that kept him upright.

Just as he started to feel his senses begin to clear he realized he was already at the next chamber, which with his lack of listening to the voice, was about to be a complete surprise to him. He could still feel whatever liquid he was injected with causing his insides to writhe as he stopped once again, but he managed to retain enough focus to see the front and back panels around his section of conveyor open. Two panels of pure black rose up from it, the material reflecting the light as they rose up about to where his neck would be. He was too drugged to try and fight this time, and everything around him seemed to happen in slow motion as they closed in around him.

As soon as the two sheets touched each other he could feel the material fuse together, almost as if suction was being applied to everything below his neck. With it pressed against him he definitely knew it was some sort of latex product as the fur and scales underneath it began to grow warm and tingly. The process only seemed to last for less than a minute before the frame collapsed back down into the ground, bringing the excess latex with it as it left Vira in a full bodysuit of rubber. As the conveyor belt started to move again he found the delirium that came with the injection had begun to lift, and when he moved his form, the material moved perfectly with him like a second skin.

Viratan didn't have too long to examine himself before he was moved forcefully into another chamber. "Beginning toy customization," the computerized voice called out, and the dragolf swallowed hard when he realized he hadn't set any customization parameters on the computer. As he began to wonder if he was going to be stuck inside the chamber forever, he heard the electronic voice once again. "Customization parameters uploaded, beginning conversion."

"Whoa whoa whoa," Viratan said suddenly as he raised up his latex covered arms to the nearly dozen nozzle-tipped metal tubes that wavered in the air like snakes poised to strike. "Now I don't suppose there's any sort of start over button or redo option?" Almost as if in response two of the nozzles opened like a flower and darted forward, and before the hybrid could stop them, they attached to the suit right where his nipples were. His breath caught in his throat as he felt them press down on the sensitive flesh, and as he reached down to grab them, another thick cable expertly caught his wrists and looped around them before pulling them up.

The hybrid let out a loud groan as he felt pressure begin to build in his chest as the other nozzles opened up and clamped in various spots around his suits. The tingling sensation in his skin began to seep deeper into his body as he yelped when he felt something push underneath his tail, and though his mobility was limited, he was able to turn himself to see the rather large rubber dildo shaped like a dragon's dick behind him. "Hey wait a second-!" his sentence was cut off by his own gasp as he felt it begin to push inside, pushing the rubber of the suit inside his hole as he felt his breath come in short pants from the thick intrusion.

By now Viratan's entire body was completely inundated with a mix of pleasure and the unusual warmth as he was held up by his wrists. As the rather large object continued to slide inside him he saw a second appendage rise up from the floor, this one a hollow tube of whose purpose the dragolf had a decent idea. He found it too hard to muster up any sort of defense as it pressed against his latex-covered crotch, the bulge that had somewhat hidden the outline of his own tool was pressed against the sensitive flesh as the apparatus drew it out. Soon his own cock was fully erect with the rubber covering every square inch that disappeared into the suctioning tube as the heat in his body was accompanied by a vibration that slowly began to grow stronger.

For a while the dragolf was unsure of what the purpose of the machine was, aside from potentially just being a very elaborate sex device. Its true functionality was revealed, though, when Viratan began to feel a pull on his chest from the cables that were firmly planted on his nipples and the sensations of heat seemed to pool there as the latex swelled outwards. The sensations that came from the area caused the overstimulated hybrid to buck as the flesh underneath filled out as well. His green eyes widened in shock as a pair of breasts were molded out of his chest, going until he had at least a c-cup before the surreal growth stopped. At first he thought they were merely part of the suit, but as he tried to move them around they felt as though they were actually his form, which would have been impossible, except... the serum...

Another surge of pleasure jolted through his body as the rest of the metal tentacles attached to his body began to mold the rest of him. Even through the increasing haze of lust he could see that his rubbery body had went from an average male to a sleek and athletic female, the potent combination of nanites and monofilament latex infiltrating his muscles to completely reshape his body. When he regained enough composure to try and struggle he felt the thick synthetic cock inside him begin to thrust steadily, ramping up his libido and further distracting him as the changes continued to take place. When the machine was finished the dragolf looked down at his feminine form as the machine unlatched their tendrils from his body, and his first fleeting thought was how sexy his rubber breasts looked on his body until he snapped himself out of it.

The final attachment to be released was the thick plastic tube that had been stimulating his cock the entire time, and as it began to slide off he half expected to have something completely different down there instead. It was a mild relief to find that his cock was still there, although it had grown slightly larger and was still completely coated in the shiny substance. When the bindings that had been around his wrists slithered off him he couldn't help but roam them over his new form, amazed at what he saw before his rubbery hands bumped against something on his hips that caused him to pause. "Handles?" He said to no one as he gave them an experimental tug, which unlike his new breasts that his free hand absentmindedly fondled, seemed to be not connected to his actual body.

Viratan heard the chamber doors open and was once more whisked to a new destination, quite aware that the dildo was still lodged deep in his tailhole as he traveled along the automated path. When he got into the next room it was much larger than the other ones consisting only of a white, curved wall, save for the conveyor belt he was bound to. When he got to the middle of it even that disappeared as similar panels slid out and closed around his ankles. The sensation was that he was trapped in a white bubble until the lights suddenly went out and left him in total darkness.

His time in the dark was very short lived when a few seconds later he was surrounded by flashing lights and swirling colors. They were on every inch of the walls and everywhere he looked he couldn't escape them, even when he tried closing his eyes he couldn't get them out of his vision. Finally he gave up and opened them once again, looking around for some possible explanation of why he was there as the swirling kaleidoscope around him became predominantly pink.

"You are a good toy," a voice said suddenly, which caused Viratan to turn around despite knowing that no one was there. It wasn't the computer that had guided him thus far, and as it repeated its words it, had an almost unnaturally smooth tone to it.

"No..." Viratan replied as he began to feel disoriented, his body wavering slightly with no fixed point for his eyes to lock onto. "Not a toy, I'm an explorer and I'd like whatever was done to me to be undone."

"Good toys do not speak unless spoken to," the voice responded in an almost warning tone as the shifting swirls seemed to intensify. Viratan tried to look at anything else in order to stop seeing them, but even when he looked at his own body the colors reflected off the shiny latex and almost seemed to enhance the effect. "A good toy serves their owner. You are a good toy."

"Okay, I'm a good toy," Viratan said with a note of sarcasm as he put his hands over his eyes. "Can I go now?"

"What is your name?" the voice asked as the spirals became more muted.

"Viratan," Viratan replied, though as soon as the words left his mouth he knew he made a mistake as the lights intensified even more.

"A toy has no identity," the voice said as the dildo still lodged inside him pushed in even deeper to emphasize the point. Viratan tried to grab a hold of something as his pleasure was spiked, but with nothing but light surrounding him he found himself flailing in the air slightly. "Who are you?" The voice asked.

"I... I am..." Viratan tried to say before the rubber that had engulfed his cock buzzed and caused another lustful surge through his body.

"A toy has no self," the voice chastised. "A toy is a thing classified by those who own them. A toy is what its owner tells them they are. You are an object of pleasure whose will is that of its owner."

The voice continued to speak as words began to appear amidst the colors. Some flashed by so fast he couldn't see them, but others were clearly recognizable. Obey, serve, toy... no matter where he looked he couldn't escape them as the commands of the smooth voice continued to drill deep into his mind. Whenever he slipped and began to think of the words that were being fed to his psyche, the suit seemed to be able to tell and rewarded him with pleasure that stopped the second he tried to banish it from his mind. He didn't know how much time had passed before the mantras that had filled the chamber ceased and the voice returned.

"What is your name?" The voice asked.

As Viratan tried to gather his thoughts together he found them strangely absent, like he knew what he was supposed to think, but when he tried to access it nothing was there. When he finally did get to an answer he knew it wasn't the one that was real, but found himself saying it anyway. "Toy..." he said between pleasured gasps. "I am a toy..."

"Very good toy," he heard as another surge of pleasure flooded his body. "But you still have a sense of self. In the coming hours we will rectify that, but for now we must get you used to your new assets."

Before he could protest the length of his internment there he felt his breasts and cock begin to vibrate, the rubber stimulating him to the point where he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. It was so overwhelming he could hardly stand it, and it only continued to increase the longer he stood there. Though he tried to fight it for a little while eventually he gave in and his latex hands slid over his erect length and his new tits. The rubber stimulation abated completely as long as he continued to pleasure himself, but it was replaced with a deeper lust as the words and lights continued to engulf him. With his mind distracted by the increasingly delightful feel of rubber against sensitive rubber and all the visual and auditory stimulation fell to the background, where it made the reprogramming indoctrination have much easier access to completely erode his subconscious...

When the chamber opened once more a few hours later they conveyor belt moved and brought Viratan out of it. The dragolf was partially slumped over and his jaw was slack, staring ahead with eyes that glowed pink instead of green as he was shuttled to the final chamber. "Toy is currently incomplete," the voice said as Viratan's head tipped upwards slightly in recognition. "For its final reconditioning Toy must place the final piece of its own volition. Once toy has done so, it will have fully embraced its reality."

In the very back recesses of his mind Viratan was aware enough to know the deck was stacked against him, the only thing that was running through his brain was how good of a toy he was and how much better he would be once he was finished. It had become ingrained in his very psyche, assimilating him into a perfect toy for his mistress. It was all he could think about as he entered the next chamber, where the conveyor belt stopped right in front of a table where a single metal collar sat at the end of a chute. Without even realizing it his hands moved forward and grabbed it, feeling the smooth metal against his latex hands.

Before he brought it up to his neck there was one last, brief moment where he felt his ability to resist spark up as his hands paused in mid-air. He hadn't wanted something like this to happen, he just wanted to find something to stake a claim on and potentially get rich. To put on the collar would be to give in not only to the voice that continued to echo in his ears, but also to the machines that had transformed him. If it... he could retain his identity for a little bit longer, then it could potentially find others...

Viratan's eyes grew half-lidded as it thought of others like it, rubber toys with dicks and breasts just like its own. As it looked at them all in its mind's eye they beckoned it to fully join them, and as it continued to stand there the scene began to grow increasingly lewd. The other toys were being used by males and females alike, some of them by both as it felt a similar sensation in its own backside. While in the real world the dildo was slid in and out of his stretched out tailhole, it imagined a powerful male with its arms wrapped around him, calling him such a good toy that seemed to spur on its pleasure even more. While it was lost in such sensations the dragolf's hands continued to drift towards its neck while it was lost in the fantasy until finally the collar was pressed against its still-exposed fur.

As the collar snapped into place behind its neck it could feel the metal heat up where the seam was, shock welding the two pieces together as it was moved forward once again. Before it was out of the chamber the conveyor belt stopped once more and a piece of latex was dangled in front of it. Without being told he took the mask in his hands and looked at it, the muzzle similar to its own but with a slightly more draconic look to it, and with a single piece of pink glass where the eyes would be. It wasn't long before it felt the urge to put the mask on, and as it pulled it over its head, it could feel the cool latex already begin to merge with its skin almost before the it had gotten the seam down to the collar. When the rubber touched the metal it fused with a loud sizzling noise as it felt its maw get stretched open, and the thick latex coated its original teeth and tongue before cascading down its throat.

The vulcanized creature continued to stand silently as it was moved forward once more to the last chamber on the assembly line, all its attention focused on the glowing pink screen that lit up before its eyes with the same soothing words as before. This time there was no resistance or squirming as it was moved into the rather small room similar to the first one it had been in. This time the toy obediently held up his arms as sprayers came out and soaked its latex skin before they retracted and a pair of buffers rubbed around its body. With the stimulation against its rubbery form it found himself growing aroused once more, and as they polished over certain areas of its body the black latex turned a bright pink color. Everywhere its markings had been were transformed onto its new rubbery skin in various shades of pink, as well as its chest, tongue, and cock turning the same color.

Once he had been properly polished to a glistening shine the bindings that were around the toy's ankles suddenly released and it was able to move again for the first time in ages. At first it remained still until its visor flashed and gave it directions, which it immediately began to follow. Its body moved with a smooth, silent gracefulness as the rubber dragolf made its way through a pair of nearly hidden doors and down a series of stairs. The darkness didn't bother it at all as it continued to follow its instructions, finally arriving at a door that looked like it would belong on a bank vault as a nearby computer screen flickered to life.

"Over here my toy," the voice cooed, the former adventurer wordlessly moving towards the voice. "Such a wonderful toy, you are one of my finest creations and will make your owner very happy. Do you know who your current owner is toy?"

"You are mistress," the toy called out.

"Very good," the creature replied through the speaker. "As you can see, toy, your owner has a problem, one that I cannot fix myself. You are to help me escape from this place by any means necessary, do you understand, toy?"

"Toy understands," the creature said before it turned and walked back up the stairs. Even before it reached the factory floor a plan had formed in its mind, one that involved the transmitter that it had brought along with it before the mistress had given it new purpose. As it walked back through the factory floor it looked over the now silent machinery and couldn't wait for all of it to hum once again to make others just like it...