Ambushed
Even before the boring stuff, this is a story of yiff, implied yiff, and fur. Little children will no doubt read it, but you should wait until your older cause then it makes more sense.
The boring stuff is at the bottom if you care.
I glared through my thin slit eyes at the screen before me. The shined and polished instruments around me all glinted with their destructive intent. We had been sitting for days drifting amongst the asteroid belt waiting to ambush the expected alien raiders. The crew was restless, what else could you expect from a group of furs confined to such a small space with nothing to do. There were already rumors going around about what went on after lights out. I was just glad that I was granted my own chamber, and did not have to deal with the crew any longer. The day of my promotion was probably one of the happiest that I would ever have. Being born of the fox clan back on earth I was almost instantly destined for a life in the space fleet, carnivores always are.
I glanced around the bridge at the crew. I wondered what they would look like if their genetics had not been tampered with. Even now when most breeding was done amongst the furs to create new youths, the scientist couldn't help but to have a look. Strangely though despite the internationality of the world there were still different dialects and the clans varied in physical appearance. I was a distantly oriental fox, and the crews I had served with before becoming captain always tried to get me to join with them in their after hours fun. For some reason, even after thousand of years, us orientals were still most sought after by the porn industry. If I was to ever want out of the space fleet they were my only escape, and after the degradation I had seen amongst the crew I would never ever stoop that low. Suddenly as I was in the midst of my deeply pointless thoughts a small red light flashed on one of the control panels.
"All crew report to your stations. Stop fooling around with one another this is not a test, the aliens are making their move." My voice echoed out over the ship speakers.
The ship powered up around me and the crew rushed to their posts. I continued my cool gaze over the screen in front of me. It was just another defensive mission, wipe out the aliens and return home for a few weeks of shore leave. I had run this sort of thing a hundred times before, and from almost every crew position. I didn't think I had any reason to be worried. We were expectant of nothing more than a raid. The intercepted transmission had been very specific about how small the raid was going to be. As we left the asteroid belt to jump the enemy ship we found that the small signature was nothing more than a front. The entire alien fleet was there. I couldn't think of anything to do except curse.
"Send a transmission to earth. We're screwed." I somehow stayed calm as I gave the order. "We're attacking as planned, I was ordered to come out here and fight. Fleet command specifically told me not to retreat."
"But sir. If we attack we probably wont be going home."
"We were sent to die." I said solemnly. "You can overthrow me and take the ship if you want. I would not mind either way." We were already in the alien's sights if they wanted us dead it would come whether we ran or not.
I rose out of my captains chair and tore my uniform to allow my tail free. If I was going to be killed it didn't matter any more. I wagged it around behind me, letting it fluff up. Command hated our tails for some reason, I figured they were jealous I couldn't live without mine.
"Men this is it. Say goodbye to those you care for, and lets give it our best." I watched my first mate jump onto the computer guidance controller and begin licking at his gray lupine fur frantically. I turned back to the monitor trying to avoid watching as the pair of them rolled around together on the floor.
We locked onto the largest ship in the alien fleet and I watched on the screen as the first and only salvo was deflected by an unseen shield. Our ship continued to charge forward and just as we were about to fire again the tail end of the ship was struck. Sirens rang out furiously all around the bridge, the engines were offline and there were atmosphere leeks through the engineering bays. Slowly things calmed and I called for the damage report.
"The engines are gone without chance of repair, and without them the weapons systems have no way to fire again. We're sitting ducks."
I pondered what was going to happen now as the leaking atmosphere propelled our space craft further forward towards the alien vessel. I sat back into my seat and watched a huge hydraulic arm reach out of the belly of the vessel we had fired on. It zoomed towards us and I didn't even have time to call to brace for the impact. It latched mercilessly onto the hulk of our ship and began cutting its way through the metal. Within moments I saw the wall to the side of me fall away. There was no pressure leak I was stunned to see, but as soon as I had made the observation a hoard of small hovering balls came flying out of the darkness of that hole. I felt as one touched me and I was instantly stunned, then wrapped up in a clear plastic before being flown off and up the innards of the arm. I could see but not move as the inner-sections of the hydraulic arm flew past my eyes. Suddenly me and the crew were in a wide room of the alien ship, and the balls carrying us dropped us on the floor before flying off. The plastic coating containing us however did not go.
Suddenly another hydraulic arm appeared and began scooping us up and dropping us one at a time onto a conveyer belt. It was not long before I was placed on the belt the same as everyone else. I thought about the 10000 souls who were lucky enough to have died in the explosions before this. The agony of not knowing what was going on was horrible. Suddenly before me there was a circular saw which cut away the coating from around me, however as it did so it cut through my uniform and I was left only clad in my fur. Being animal, I really did not mind, but being in the hands of aliens in my fur was somewhat worrying. The shredded plastic and cloth was removed by a large vacuum which came from the wall behind me. The belt proceeded into a small tunnel area just before I could jump to 'safety'. As if the machine noticed my intentions it quickly clamped my paws to the belt. I stood there with folded arms thinking about what I could do to escape. Suddenly ahead of me I heard water and those ahead of me shouting as they went through it. The shower fell onto my fur and soaked me to the skin. Suddenly the rain stopped and more strange implements appeared from the wall. These lathered up my fur and scrubbed me down. They worked furiously but softly, even around my crotch. It was a machine and they had no feelings of guilt, and I wished I hadn't either as it began to concentrate only on that area.
I was shocked it seemed to be trying to invigorate me. To my shame it was doing the job, before it was over I was poking up slightly. The machine took what it got and worked there until it had all of me out, apparently just trying to please me. When it was reaching the end of its operation and it had not gotten what it was after, my climax, I felt my tail be lifted from behind and suddenly something penetrated me. It was forced ejaculation, and my semen was caught by a new tentacle. I almost fell backwards as the thing behind me retreated, I had not wanted what I got but there was nothing I could do about it. Again a shower came down from over head and rinsed us clean. I felt better with the cool water running through my fur. I felt like I was in a car wash when the water stopped and the blower began to dry us. Unfortunately I fuzzed up from the static just as the machine wanted and it cut my hair taking the fibers which fell as further genetic samples. Once my fur was cut I was brushed and combed. The final thing that came before the belt came to an end was a line of syringes. They took a blood sample, injected a tracker into me and rendered me temporarily infertile.
Finally the clamps loosened on my paws and I was dumped off with those who had gone before me. We were in what appeared to be a holding room and it was filled with the shouts and cries of every worried member of the crew. It was a long time before the belt coming into the room came to a stop and something happened; more machines appeared. They dropped from the ceiling over head and picked out what seemed to be specific furs that they were after. One came for me and I simply let it slide in under my arms to lift me, I did not want to be clamped down again for trying to escape. The machine dropped me off in a room to myself and soon after someone joined me. It was a vixen. Her eyes were golden her fur was colored just the same as mine and she was shaped like something from one of my dreams.
I looked her over and helped her to her feet. A monitor dropped down into the room and began to explain what was going on. The crew were going to be used as pets according to their skills, and no one was going to be ill treated but neither would they be free. We on the other hand were special. The monitor showed my ordeal in the shower and some complex diagrams explaining something I didn't understand. Then it showed the young vixen's diagrams and how she had acquired her new flexibility and figure in the shower to match the diagrams up to mine. She blushed and covered her amplified figure. I put my arm around her. The monitor continued to explain that we were to be feed anything we wanted and would be continuously under watch doing whatever we wanted to do. The room we were in could be changed into any place our imaginations wished to take us. A small camera lowered from the base of the screen and then the whole unit moved into a corner of the room.
"I understand now." I said.
"What to you understand. Why did they make me so different? I didn't think it was possible to have a chest like this." the girl cried into my shoulder. "I never did anything to them. We were just on a field trip from the medical academy. Most of us had just turned 18 and the teachers were taking us to celebrate. I was just getting comfortable."
"They are sparing us from being someone's pet because they want to use us as entertainment." I put my hand on her shapely rear. "They know if we are in here long enough we'll get up to something, especially after what they put us through." I also suspected that one of the injections they gave me were the reason for my current infatuation with the girl in the room with me.
'Good ol' porn industry, you've save my life.' I thought.
The solar system was destroyed around us but...
We yiffed happily ever after.
For those who might not know or would care too. I will not go through the back ground of the furries in my story, I find it ruins a good plot But here is the basic background of this story if you care, if not you've stopped reading by now.
After the dawn of the third millennia humanity finally completed its genetic research, and processing every human being on the planet the one world government grouped us according to our genetic similarity. These groups became known as clans. Finding that breeding amongst these groups could increase human productivity scientists were encouraged to develop a system to find where each newborn would be most useful in the world according to their genetics. The system was perfected and it was discovered that the closer a being was to a natural animal counterpart the more proficient they could be in the areas that animal excelled at. For instance the carnivores were all used in the space fleet. The ferrets and weasels were usually brought up as lawyers. Horses stayed on the farms along with most of the other farm animals and so on. After a period of time, which the government has yet to release, the clans grew close enough to their respective animals to the point that genetics could be used to increase evolution and allow the clans to take on selected physical traits of their animal counter parts. In short the Furries were created, and at birth the genetics became not only a matter of sex but also a matter of science.