FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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Raye yawned sleepily as she awoke from her trance, swiping aside the now-inactive hypnotic holoprogram that had been running all night. Since the Headmaster had developed it, natural sleep had become something slightly passe. The Headmaster's holoprograms were much more restful, and allowed the user to direct their dreams in any way they wanted. The fact that it reinforced their obedience and conditioning only sweetened the deal. Raye had been conditioned since birth with obedience to the Headmaster, but it never hurt to have it reinforced in her subconscious mind.

Raye had chosen a fun sword-and-sorcery fantasy dream that night. She had laid back in her bed, tapped a few commands into the console beside her bed, and watched as a holowindow was projected into the air directly above her eyes. Swirling, glowing, shimmering colored lights had filled her vision, and white noise hissed, even as a low subsonic buzz filled her ears. Within seconds, her conscious mind shut down as she fell into a deep trance.

From there, her dreams did the rest. In a state of half-lucidity, she had been romping through the lands, slaying monsters and wandering towns populated by people drawn from her memories and subconscious mind.

Judging from the amount of cum coating her fuzzy stomach, the way her twin penises were pulsing eagerly and still dribbling; she had spent quite a bit of time in one of the Castle Town Brothels that night. She tsked her subconscious mind, annoyed. She did not want to spend all of her gold on sex, when she needed a new sword. But even though the hypnotically induced dreams were semi-lucid, with her able to influence the events and actions she took; it was her dreaming self who made the decisions, often using dream logic... which meant she didn't always make the choices she SHOULD make, but the choices she WANTED to make deep down.

Sighing as she set the program to save her place, she peeled herself off of her bedsheets, wincing as the cum made them stick to her fur. Raye climbed out of her bed and shuffled towards the shower, grunting as she checked the time. Class started in a little while. She had plenty of time to get breakfast and have some fun too.

She turned on the hot water, yawning loudly again, as she flicked open another holowindow. A little chiming tune played, during which Raye stood at attention, waiting patiently for the Breezeport AI to turn a handful of subroutines in her direction. Sure enough, a face appeared on the screen. It was a rabbit girl, with fur so white that it shimmered. Glowing cyan eyes peered out of a cute face of indeterminate age, with strange greenish circuit patterns shining out of her fur. She smiled benignly, brushing a lock of silvery hair out of her face.

"Hello, Raye Eldrich. It is 7:00 AM on..." said the AI, intoning the current date, "State who you serve."

"I obey the Headmaster!" Raye replied, straightening her back. She meant it happily and wholeheartedly. She could not possibly not mean it, given that her very mind and personality had been molded since birth by the Headmaster's programming.

"State status," the AI ordered. Raye's head went fuzzy, and she found herself speaking with no input from her conscious mind.

"Dream Program 1871719 ran for 10 hours last night. I achieved orgasm seven times. Pleasure was optimal or beyond optimal for all. I ejaculated roughly 18 gallons. My largest orgasm was two and a half gallons. I am fully rested, and ready for the day," Raye intoned rapidly, the words tumbling from her lips without registering them.

"Status confirmed," the AI agreed, before smiling, "How do you feel today, Raye?"

"Um... pretty good, Echo. I wanna take my shower and get clean... I'm all sticky," Raye replied, this time actually thinking for herself.

"I'm sure. 18 gallons of semen is almost your record. Make sure to take your vitamin and protein supplement before you leave for breakfast or you're going to feel terrible today," said Echo in a motherly manner. The artificial intelligence was programmed with actual emotions, and cared deeply for every person in Breezeport. Even so, she seemed to have a bit of an extra soft spot for Raye for some reason.

"Will do," agreed Raye, stepping into the hot water. She gasped for a moment as the steamy, pre-soaped water hit her body, tingling both from the heat and the chemicals added to produce just that sensation. She moaned, feeling her penises stiffen again rapidly.

"Are you ready for collection?" asked Echo, watching as Raye ran her paws through her fur and feathers, washing away the semen glazing her and revealing the pale pink color of her fur.

"Nnnot quite yet? Gimme like... five minutes," Raye said, sighing as she lathered her mane of red hair, shivering pleasurably as her scalp tingled.

"Very well. Let me know when you are ready," the holographic rabbit said, and her window shrank to a couple of inches square, floating up and off to Raye's right. Raye made a gesture in the air, signalling the projection system to open a new window. She tapped a few commands and waited patiently for the communications signal to go through. She should have been up for a few hours now...

Sure enough, the screen flickered, then displayed a young lioness' face, peering curiously back at Raye. She broke out in a wide grin at the sight of the girl. Echo could see a picturesque savannah sprawled out behind her.

"I was WONDERING when you were gonna wake up and call. Careful not to get shampoo in your eyes," said the lioness with a grin.

"It's not MY fault the Pridelands Kingdom is like ten time zones away," Raye replied, rolling her eyes, "How are you, Kiara?"

"Fine, fine. It's weird here. The Pridelands are like... twenty years behind Breezeport. Apparently, it's an ongoing fight between Dad and Granddad over tradition and innovation... or something," Kiara sighed, "What it means for me is that there's no hologames to play with and I get ENDLESS lectures about the Circle of Life."

Raye giggled, "Oh, come on, it's not ALL bad, PRINCESS..."

"...No, it's not. It's nice to be pampered every now and then. Did you know that I have a caretaker whose only job is to rub my thingies and make sure they're always stiff?" Kiara giggled, "She's this adorable gazelle girl, and her position is called a 'fluffer' or something."

"Niiiice. Back here in Breezeport, you'd have to rely on your own hands or being zonked to do that," Raye snickered. Kiara leaned closer to the window, watching the fennec hybrid scrub her body down.

"Pretty much. Now, quit stalling. You know what you called me for," Kiara said, grinning.

"Yes, ma'am," Raye sighed dramatically, "Echo, I'm ready now."

The first window expanded as the AI turned a fraction of its processing power and attention back to Raye. The simulated face of the rabbit hovered beside Kiara's very real face.

"Please stand still, hands at your sides," instructed Echo.

Raye did as she was told, dropping her hands to her sides and letting her heavy, wet tail swish behind her.

"Have I ever told you that you have the cutest nipples?" Kiara asked, giggling.

"Every day," Raye replied, trying to suppress a smirk.

"Preparing collection now. Please do not move," said the artificial intelligence. Raye sighed as a slot opened in the shower wall right at her hip-level, revealing a green gel sleeve on an articulated arm. It dripped with lubrication. Raye's penises hardened further in a Pavlovian response to seeing it, and she grunted. The sleeve extended, pressing firmly against her twin tips. She shivered, gasping in delight as there was a moment's resistance before she slipped inside. Raye's knees trembled as she tried to keep as still as possible.

"Ooh, Raye, bet that feels good," Kiara purred, her paws moving down in her lap, out of sight.

"Nnghh..." Raye moaned, shivering as she involuntarily bucked her hips. Her cocks slid back, then sank back in with a loud, wet, slurping noise.

"Raye, initiate trance state level 4," Echo instructed. Raye's expression went from pleasured to completely blank and emotionless within seconds. A fog washed over her mind, obliterating all thought, all emotion. She stopped shivering and trembling in pleasure, standing still.

"Trance state level 4, ready," Raye stated flatly, her mismatched eyes half-lidded. Kiara purred loudly, her paws moving a little faster in her lap. The gel sleeve around her penises began to clench rhythmically, putting pressure on her shafts over and over. Raye did not react, not seeming to notice the physical pleasure.

"Ahh... I love watching your eyes go all glassy, Raye. You're so cute when you're all hypnotized," Kiara sighed playfully, "Quack like a duck."

"Quack quack," Raye replied in a monotone.

"Kiara, dear, you are interfering with the collection. Initiate trance state 2, please," Echo interjected over Kiara's comm channel. Kiara gave a little gasp, before slumping over on the screen, her eyes glazing over as a contented, dreamy smile grew on her muzzle.

"I obey," she slurred sleepily.

"I'll be done in a moment. You may watch, and join Raye when she's done. Then you may awaken," Echo instructed.

"I'll watch... and join Raye..." Kiara mumbled drowsily, her head lolling about.

The articulated arm was vibrating now and a mild electrical charge was running through the sticky green gel. Raye grunted as her cocks twitched and pulsed, pleasure radiating through her tiny body. Her face remained blank, her jaw dropped open, drool running down her chin. Her hips bucked on their own, unconscious instinct taking over for her empty conscious mind. A loud, thick, wet squelch filled the room.

A hose slithered out of the wall and attached to the top of the stroker, and a vacuum activated. The arm slid down, pressing the bottom of the sleeve against Raye's sheath.

"Ejaculate now," ordered Echo.

"Ejaculating..." replied Raye flatly. Without even a change of expression, she thrust her hips forward and upward. Her toes curled, her breath caught, and both of her penises surged. Incredible sprays of milky fluid rushed down the hose, her shafts lurching together as they fired her burden. Each eruption lasted almost half a minute, her body tensing from the tips of her large ears down to her toes. Her thighs pressed together, her juices running down her thighs.

On the holoscreen, Kiara was moaning and gasping in ecstasy. Three fountains of white liquid kept erupting upward into frame at the same time, coating her face and chest in milky goo. Raye could occasionally see the tips of her three erections appear at the bottom of the frame, fat and swollen as they spouted upward.

Raye grunted, feeling the gel contract around her penises rhythmically, milking her for every drop she could produce. She thrust forward again and again with a sticky, wet squelch, trying to help it along. She could not help herself. Years of doing this had trained her body and mind of what to do. She shuddered, her toes curling, wings fluttering, and tail thrashing back and forth as her body forced a particularly large ejaculation up her twin members and out into the hose.

Echo seemed to know when Raye's orgasm was coming to a close. The arm suddenly pulled back with a loud slurp, freeing both of the fox's penises from its grip. Raye robotically reached forward, gripping her spunk-glazed shafts, and milked the foreskins, squeezing her last gushes into the opening of the sleeve. The suction gurgled as it drew the last of the milky fluid down the hose. Raye's arms fell limp at her sides as she stared straight ahead.

"Ejaculation complete. Awaiting further orders," Raye droned flatly.

"Good job, Raye. Early analysis shows you're perfectly healthy, as usual; though a little dehydrated. Make sure to take an extra protein shake at breakfast," Echo instructed.

"...Get extra protein shake..." Raye repeated.

"End Trance State Level 4. Awaken," Echo said. Raye gave a sudden start, blinking and looking around in dazed confusion. She looked down at her penises, and stroked them slowly, milking a few more spurts into her free palm. Without hesitating, the little girl sipped the semen from her palm, sighing and savoring the taste.

"Is that it for this morning, Echo?" she asked, her voice returned to normal as she smiled.

"You have a math exam fourth period. You also have your art project due second period, and an essay on subliminal programming due fifth," Echo said lightly, "And Kiara, you need to have those ready to turn in when you come back!"

"Yes, ma'am..." Kiara sighed sleepily. Echo suddenly seemed to remember that Kiara was under a deep trance.

"Awaken, Kiara," ordered Echo. Kiara gave a start, as if surprised by someone sneaking up behind her and looked around in confusion.

"So," Raye asked, "...How did I do?"

"I... dunno. Dumb ol' Echo zonked me before you came because I talk too much," Kiara growled grumpily. Raye giggled, suddenly noticing the streaks of cum coating her friend's golden fur, dripping from her ears and down her muzzle.

"Looks like YOU did fine, though. You're a glazed donut!" she smirked. Kiara blinked and looked down at herself.

"Gah! C'mon!!!" gasped Kiara, "Echo, you made me spurt all over myself! Now Mom's gonna give me a tongue bath again!"

"Isn't that an enjoyable thing?" Echo asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

"...Yes, but not when she does it in front of the entire pride, with all of them making snarky comments," Kiara complained.

"Morning routine logged. Have a nice day, you two," Echo said lightly, before her window closed. Raye sighed and lathered her groin once more with soapy water, cleaning any leftover semen out of her fur.

"Any plans today?" Raye asked, glancing up at Kiara as the lioness tried in vain to mop some of the cum out of her fur with a cloth, but mostly wound up smearing it more.

"I think Kion and I are gonna get some kinda lecture from Dad and Granddad about royal responsibility..." Kiara sighed, referencing her little brother, "I might try to sneak off, though..."

"You're going to go see Kovu," Raye snickered, "Just admit it."

"I admit NOTHING," Kiara growled peevishly, though the fact that her entire face turned a shade of red usually reserved for tomatoes told the truth. Kiara had an enormous crush on the boy, but his family had a fraught relationship with hers. It was a consistent cause of conflict with Kiara and her father, and a constant source of amusement for Raye.

"I gotta get going, Kiara. Gotta get breakfast before class," Raye said, flicking a control on the shower. The tingling chemicals and soap ceased, while the flow of hot water continued, rinsing all of the former from her body.

"All riiiiight," sighed Kiara exaggeratedly, "but call me when you have free time. I'm BOOOORED!"

"I will, I will. Talk soon," Raye said, before closing out the holowindow. She quickly finished rinsing off, before stepping out of the shower. She stood still and closed her eyes as a ring rose out of the floor, blowing steaming hot air over her body, evaporating much of the water out of her fur. She grabbed a towel on the way out of the bathroom to get what was left.

Raye noted that a protein shake was waiting for her on her in-room replicator. She picked it up and chugged it down quickly. Chocolate-strawberry. Her favorite flavor, inherited from both of her mothers. She tossed the bottle back into the replicator, where it was converted back to energy for later use.

The girl quickly scooped everything she needed into her backpack: a couple of datapads, a few papers, a couple of datachips, a roll of condoms, a little tin of penis salve, and a couple of pens, pencils, and styluses.

Raye picked up her backpack, slinging it over her nude shoulders. She double-checked she had everything she needed, nodded in satisfaction, and sauntered out of the dorm into the hallways.

*****

As always in the morning, the halls were filled with naked children in various stages of arousal, headed to each other's rooms for a quickie before school, filing down the hall towards the cafeteria for breakfast (like Raye), or milling about in groups and gossiping sleepily as they woke up. Raye's only goal was to get down the hall without getting any semen in her hair, fur, or feathers, which made the hall a bit of an obstacle course at times.

The cafeteria had been renovated some five years before to provide room for all of the students attending Our Lady and Longshaft. About ten years ago, the Headmaster had shut down the Public Schools altogether and made tuition free for the Private academies. After all; thanks to genetic tinkering and drastically cheapened and more widely available nanite alteration, it was now quite rare for any boy in Breezeport to have a penis smaller than 12 inches (and those that did could have them lengthened permanently through several different means), and futanari now comprised more than half of the female population (up from ten percent historically).

This time of morning, it was busy, but not overly so. Raye waited in line patiently, playing with one of the long locks of hair that draped over her shoulder lazily. She watched the bare rear end of the boy in front of her wiggle back and forth as he stepped forward in line. Like her, all of the children were nude, most with their erections hanging out of their sheathes, in various states of arousal. Raye thought nothing of it, as she waited for her breakfast, savoring the scent of frying bacon, eggs, cheese, and the warm, sweet smell of maple syrup.

Raye moved her tray down the line, plucking items from the various baskets, heated containers, and refrigerators. She made sure to nab an extra protein and vitamin replenishment shake as Echo had suggested, not wanting the AI to chide her later. She made her way to the various burners and stovetops and griddles where she could order hot, freshly prepared food.

She piled some crisp bacon and a couple of sunny-side up eggs on her plate, moving down. One of the cafeteria workers, a raccoon man with a wide, jovial face, smiled at her as she approached.

"Any sauce or gravy for anythin', lil' miss?" he asked, looking over at her. Raye thought about it for a moment, debating what she wanted.

"...Can I get some strawberry and chocolate on my toast?" she asked, holding up a couple of slices of buttered bread.

"Sure thing," said the raccoon. She watched as he sat back, pushing his apron aside to reveal his swollen, pulsing cock. A sticky, messy gush of semen erupted from the fat head, splashing into a pot conveniently placed between his legs, already half-filled. The gush lasted almost thirty seconds, and the raccoon groaned, fondling his oversized balls. As the spurt ended in a dribble, there was a long pause. Raye recognized the symptoms of a dose of Slo-Spurt easily.

In the pause between his slow-motion ejaculations, the raccoon rummaged around in a bunch of boxes in front of him, popping a couple of tablets into his mouth. He suckled on them, as they dissolved away in seconds, and then nodded to her with a smile.

Taking his penis in paw, he stroked his foreskin up and down, grunting and groaning as another load of spunk rushed up his shaft. With a moan, he erupted in a messy gout of thick, rich goo, aiming it at the plate with her toast. The sticky, hot semen coated her toast in globs, streaks, and puddles as he pumped his shaft. He milked his cock, squeezing it tight to get as much semen onto the plate as he could, shuddering in ecstasy as his overfull testicles unleashed a part of their heavy burden.

He sagged back with a sigh, wiping his forehead as his ejaculation slowed to a dribble. He quickly nabbed another tablet from another box, popping it into his mouth. Raye recognized it as a nullifier tablet, to cancel out the Flavor Spurt he had just used a moment ago to "sauce" her toast.

"Thank you, sir," Raye chirped politely, taking the plate back. Some of his milky spunk dripped onto her paw, and she could see wispy swirls of brown and red in the opaque white liquid. She licked it off, and sighed happily as the flavor of strawberry, chocolate, and tangy, salty-sweet cream coated her tongue.

"You're welcome, sweetie," said the raccoon, dipping his head. He suddenly groaned and doubled over, and Raye could hear the telltale splatter of semen drumming against the side of a metal pot. She moved on, yawning.

Raye sighed and checked out (the cafeteria provided free food for all students), and sat down at a table, picking up her fork. No sooner had she speared her first bite of a fresh strawberry, then she felt a hot, pulsing, hard weight rest on both of her shoulders.

"Heyos, sis!" chirped Rennie, grinning as she rubbed her erect penis back and forth on Raye's shoulder, smearing it with precum. The fox-wolf brushed a lock of her red-highlighted hair back, smirking playfully.

"Ooh. You got a big breakfast this morning," said Ronnie, reaching over to steal a piece of bacon from her plate, even as his erection twitched, sending a dribble of pre running down her chestfur and over her nipple.

"Get your own!" complained Raye, sighing as she swatted aside the two hybrids' penises, making them yelp in mild pain. She turned in her seat, glaring at her siblings in irritation.

"We did, but you know what Mom always says," Ronnie replied lazily, munching on the bacon, "'Other people's food is always better.'"

"YOUR mom says that. OUR mom brought us up with manners," Rennie said, rolling her eyes as she grinned at Raye.

"Yet she didn't teach you it's rude to rest your penis on your sister's shoulder without her permission," Raye grumbled as the twins took a seat in front of her. They grinned as the pink-furred fennec grabbed a napkin and mopped their pre off her fur.

"Someone's a little miss grumpypants today," said Rennie, eyeing the smaller fox lazily.

"...Seriously, what does that mean? What even are pants?" asked Ronnie rhetorically, shaking his head.

"They're those weird things people wear on the bottom half of their bodies in old movies and tv shows and stuff; from before the Headmaster," Raye replied.

"...But if you're wearing those, how do you show off your big ol' stiff thingie?" Ronnie asked, blinking curiously as he gripped his cock by the knot, waving it back and forth.

"Search me. Doesn't make much sense to me, either," Raye shrugged, "But mom said that she used to wear stuff like that when she was growing up. But as the Headmaster started changing things, they fell out of fashion."

The children looked up in mild surprise as Coal placed a tray down in front of Raye and dropped into a seat. The boy wore a pink flower in his hair, and a loose pair of arm and leg sleeves. His penis was stiff, of course, standing at his standard thirteen inch length, and about as thick as his wrist. A second, equally large penis pulsed just above the first, dripping precum onto the head of the other. His testicles drew their attention, as his scrotum was easily the size of a small melon, stretched by four massive balls.

It was a source of consistent amusement among the kids to see whether Coal would show up as a boy or a girl or a futa every day, and what he or she would be sporting between his or her legs. The child's gender and sex changed with his or her mood, often multiple times a day. The little hybrid seemed to consider his or her genitalia a fashion statement; changing on the merest whim, or experimenting with new configurations. It was no big deal for the other children, who smoothly changed their pronouns depending on what was dangling (or not) between the cheetah-fox's thighs; though they often had to check first. At the moment, it seemed that Coal was in an extra-masculine mood, considering the thickness and number of his members, and the size of his testicles.

"Those are... big..." remarked Rennie, licking her lips eagerly as she cupped her paws in the air, as if trying to weigh them from afar.

"I coulda gone bigger, but then my balls would start banging against my thighs every time I take a step. They'd get sore after a while," Coal replied lightly, wincing at a memory, "And I didn't feel like going longer than I am right now."

"I don't know why I bother, when you can just poof yourself and walk around like that," Ronnie sighed, cupping his own balls. Raye rolled her eyes, not feeling very sympathetic, as Ronnie's testes were already extremely big, nearly the size of coconuts.

"The only problem with growin' all this stuff is that it makes me super hungry!" Coal said, stuffing his cheeks until they bulged with pancakes. They were not topped with traditional syrup, but milky, rich white cream. Raye winced at Coal's table manners; she much preferred to eat with him when he was in a feminine mood, as he tended to care more about being polite. He definitely tried to speak with his mouth full less.

Ignoring her cousin's breach of etiquette, Raye nibbled at her own meal, trying to stifle a yawn. She was definitely not a morning person.

"Heard from Kiara?" asked Rennie curiously, playing with her foreskin idly as she watched her sister and her cousin eat. Raye made a show of swallowing her current bite before speaking, but Coal wither ignored her or did not notice.

"Talked to her in the shower. She's good, but missing us. The Pridelands might be her home, but she feels like she fits in more here," Raye said, "She can't wait to come back next week."

"Sure. SHE'S the one who can't wait," Coal smirked.

"What are you insinuating?" Raye asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Huh?" Ronnie asked, uncomprehending.

"Vocab word from last week. Insinuate: verb, to suggest or hint in an indirect and unpleasant way," Raye replied, still glaring at her cousin.

"Nothin'; just that you and her are awwwfully chummy and all. You sure you're not the one missin' her more than she's missin' you?" Coal asked slyly. Raye rolled her eyes.

"Kiara and I are friends. VERY close friends, but nothing more. Our relationship is entirely platonic," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. This was a statement of complete truth as far as Raye was concerned; she did not feel romantic towards anyone, really. It was not that she did not desire such a relationship, but more that she had not found one yet.

"...Huh?" Ronnie asked, still uncomprehending.

"ANOTHER vocab word. Platonic: adjective, a friendship or relationship marked by an absence of romance," Raye defined, "Seriously, Ronnie, did you skip your homework again?"

"...Mmmaybe?" Ronnie said with a sheepish grin.

"How are Sonia and Manik, speaking of vacationing friends?" asked Raye, turning her attention back to Coal. She took a bite of her cum-covered toast, savoring the chocolate, strawberry, and salty-sweet cream.

"Oh, they're doing fine," Coal said, nibbling on the last of his meal, "Hanging out with Jacques and Belle, trying to avoid their mom's lectures on responsibility..."

"...So about the same as Kiara," Raye chuckled.

"What is it with kings and queens and lectures about being super responsible and all?" Rennie asked, rolling her eyes. Raye stared at her younger sister until she realized she answered her own question as she asked it.

"They said they'd be back next week too," Coal said, ignoring Rennie's gaffe, as Ronnie snickered and patted her on the back.

*****

Raye and the other children's conversation was interrupted by a zombie-like figure shuffling towards their table in a slow, sleepwalker's gait. She was an adult, and if Raye had to guess, she might have been a squirrel. It was hard to tell, because every inch of her body was hidden under a strange matte-black material that clung to her form like a second skin. Even her face and hair were hidden under the stuff, which somehow formed to her hairstyle, long and feathered. Silvery mirrored lenses covered where her eyes were, and silvery discs rested on either side of her muzzle, a soft hissing noise coming from them as air filtered in and out as she breathed. Her breasts jiggled tantalizingly with every movement, her nipples clearly visible in the carbon material. Her penis was rock hard, jutting out from her hips, also covered in the strange elastic-yet-stiff substance. A balloon wobbled at the tip of her cock, about the size of a kiwi, semi-translucent and clearly filled with milky fluid. Her large tail wafted behind her, above a pert, tight rear.

"May Drone 19292 clear your trays, Masters and Mistresses?" came an electronically altered voice from the silver discs on her muzzle. It sounded as if the woman was speaking through a fan, a weird buzzing aspect to her voice.

"Um, sure, thanks," Raye said, gesturing to her mostly eaten breakfast. The woman stepped forward with slow, stiff movements before she bent over and began tidy up Raye's tray. Her chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm, and despite her robotic manner, there was a certain slackness and slight awkwardness of movement that betrayed that she was not awake and not fully aware.

Drones were the lowest rung on the hierarchy of the new order that the Headmaster had brought about, yet it was considered a noble and selfless position. They were a slave class who did all the menial labor and work that made modern society run; but it was a voluntary choice to become one. In exchange for being completely wiped of one's identity, personality, memories, and made into a faceless, mindless worker; one would receive quite handsome compensation in one's former self's bank account. By signing up for a tenure as a drone for a week, a month, six months, even a year, one would spend their days doing all the jobs no one else wished to do in a state of total mindlessness and obedience and pleasure. After the time ran out, the person's memories and mind would be restored, with no memory of anything that happened during their dronification; and they could go on their way and enjoy quite a large sum of money to do with as they wished... or they could sign up for another run.

The material covering the drone's body was a nanocarbon mesh, held together by nanites. It was as tough and durable as titanium steel armor, but weighed next to nothing. Dirt and grime were simply converted by the nanites into more material. Raye had seen footage of industrial accidents involving drones where they had walked away with nothing more than minor bruises; the armor was that strong. The silvery lenses let the drone see outside the visible spectrum and in the dark, while also filtering strong light. The silver discs on the drone's muzzle filtered toxins and noxious smells, while also transmitting the drone's voice. Yet the material was so thin and light as to allow full tactile sensation. Every touch, every caress, every light breeze could be felt as if the drone was naked. It had been said that the Headmaster's biggest pet peeve was calling the nanocarbon mesh "latex," as it bore no resemblance in any manner whatsoever.

Raye had considered spending a week or two as a drone herself on more than one occasion in order to get some extra allowance. She had heard that the experience was like having a wet dream for days straight; a constant unconscious, sleeping orgasm. She had also heard that a year-long shift as a drone earned enough to pay for two years of college with plenty left over. Unfortunately, her mothers had both put the kibosh on that particular scheme, as neither of them wanted Raye sorting trash, caddying packages for rich people, mopping floors, or working in a drone brothel; and worse, be unable to contact her, know where she was, or how she was doing.

Rennie grinned mischievously and reached out, and prodded the squirrel drone's penis with a fingertip. The Drone gave the tiniest of noises, a sort of static hiss. Her cock began to lurch violently, bobbing up and down as her pelvic muscles contracted. A sloshing noise filled the air as the balloon at the tip of her penis began to expand rapidly, semen flooding it. The Drone barely seemed to notice her orgasm, continuing to tidy up the trash and wipe down the table even as she ejaculated again and again. By the time her orgasm came to a close, the condom had expanded to the size of a party balloon.

"Rennie, stop teasing the drones," chided Raye, sighing, "Sorry, Drone. Rennie has NO manners."

"Drone 19292 is incapable of being offended, Mistress. She considers it an honor to be touched by a Mistress," the drone buzzed in reply, her voice a flat monotone, "Drone 19292's orgasm was immensely pleasurable."

"See?" Rennie giggled. The Drone reached down, twisted the condom for a moment, and it suddenly popped free of her penis. A new one formed over the fat tip of her shaft within less than a second. She set the filled one on Raye's tray and returned to work.

"Still," Raye sighed, shaking her head in disapproval.

"Before Drone 19292 takes away these trays, is there any service this drone may provide for the Masters and Mistresses?" the drone asked, turning her head from side to side robotically to look at them. Some older people found their blank silver-lensed gaze slightly unnerving, but Raye and the children had been around drones their entire lives and felt completely comfortable.

"Actually, yeah. I've been dribbly all morning. Mind cleaning me off?" Ronnie asked, grinning mischievously as he gestured to his penis. It glistened with precum, a river of the clear fluid trailing down his shaft and over his knot and into the fur of his testicles, soaking them. Raye rolled her eyes again.

"Just use a napkin and-- oh, for pete's sake," she complained, as the drone dropped to her knees before the boy. There was a rippling movement as the silver discs over the drone's muzzle dissolved, and the jet black material turned liquid. It retracted back, revealing a short, pink-nosed muzzle. The nanites disassembled the material covering the lower half of her face, revealing her mouth. The drone promptly lowered that mouth upon Ronnie's penis, slurping loudly. Ronnie moaned happily as her tongue swirled around his shaft, her buck teeth nipping at his foreskin. He lifted his hips, his penis visibly throbbing as she bobbed her head lower and lower.

"Ronnie, seriously?" Raye sighed, burying her face in her palms, more embarrassed by her brother taking advantage of the drone than by the blowjob happening in front of her.

"C'mon, Raye, she woulda said no if she didn't wanna do it!" Ronnie grunted, as the drone's lips pressed against his knot.

"A: She's programmed not to say no to anything anyone wants unless it's unreasonable, illegal, or causes harm to herself or others; and B: she can't WANT anything, she doesn't have a mind of her own!" Raye growled, irritated, "And mom told us to leave the drones alone unless we needed something."

Her complaints fell on deaf ears, as Ronnie gave a howl of pleasure and arched his hips upward. His silver-furred testicles drew up tight against his shaft. His knot throbbed, expanding to over two times its original size. The squirrel's cheeks suddenly ballooned outward comically and thick white liquid seeped out of the corners of her muzzle, soaking the fur. Raye sighed and facepalmed as her brother climaxed hard, his swollen knot banging against the drone's lips again and again. Rennie was giggling eagerly, vicariously taking her twin's pleasure; while Coal just tried to ignore them and study something in a holowindow.

The drone gulped down his semen with the same dispassionate, robotic manner that she had done everything else. Her cock twitched powerfully between her legs, more semen flooding the regenerated condom. The boy moaned happily, stretching his legs out and showing his curled toes as he came. His cock was convulsing hard, firing off blasts of fennec-wolf cum, spilling out of her mouth and onto her breasts.

The drone pulled back, gasping for breath, as Ronnie painted her face with sprays of goo. The stark, milky whiteness of his semen contrasted dramatically with the black nanocarbon covering her body. He aimed his penis at her breasts, pumping it with both hands as he ejaculated again and again. Streamers of semen splashed and pooled in her ample cleavage.

Ronnie sighed as his orgasm waned, and Rennie took the drone's place between his legs. She slurped loudly, cleaning his cum off his cock with her tongue. The drone, for her part, did not seem to care one way or another about being able to finish the job. The semen coating her body dissolved away, vanishing as the nanites disassembled the sticky fluid molecule by molecule, until she was completely clean. The mask reformed over the drone's muzzle, hiding her mouth from view once more.

"Thank you, Master. Drone 19292 hopes you were satisfied with her service," she said in her buzzing, distorted voice.

"That was GREAT, thanks!" said Ronnie, looking woozy as he tried to recover.

"Is there anything else this drone--" she began to intone.

"NO! No, there isn't, you may go, thanks," Raye interrupted quickly, before anyone else could say anything. The drone gave a little start, apparently surprised by the girl's shout, but remained as impassive as ever as she bent down and picked up the trays. She walked off without another word. Raye doubted she remembered they even existed by the time the drone deposited the trash in the trash can.

"You are like all kinds of not fun today," Rennie pouted, holding up her penis as she added, "I was gonna get a big ol' sloppy BJ next."

"No, you weren't, because AGAIN, Mommy Kiyo told us not to mess with the drones... and because we gotta get to class now," Raye disagreed, standing up from the table. Despite herself, her erections pulsed angrily, demanding her attention, but Raye ignored them. She took a sip of the second protein shake that she'd snagged from the tray before the drone took it away.

"She's right. We've got like 30 minutes to get to class," Coal agreed, closing the holowindow he had been browsing. Ronnie and Rennie both groaned in annoyance, but followed after their older sister and cousin as they filed out of the cafeteria, out of the dorm building, and out into the cul-de-sac outside.

***** Raye sauntered down the stairs and out into the cool morning air. The sun was rising over the east side of town, casting long shadows towards the forest to the west. She padded off the paved path into the grass, enjoying the feel of it under her toes.

Looking out towards the town, Raye could not help but feel lucky to have grown up in such a place. In her mother's time, Breezeport was a large town, but it was still a town. In the twenty years since, it had grown into a small city. Despite being the Headmaster's home and the capital of his rule over the planet, he had intentionally chosen to keep Breezeport's growth slow and careful, not wanting to ruin the charm of the place.

It had changed a little since her mother had grown up in the town. When Skye was young, Breezeport's tallest building was a seven-story apartment building. The architecture of the town had been carefully designed to mimic the rolling waves of the sea: most houses were painted sea-shades, blue-green, seafoam green, cyan; many homes were built in a distinctive dome-shape; and even the more traditional houses and buildings were carefully designed to fit in with the overall aesthetic.

In the two decades since, Breezport had expanded, and a couple of skyscrapers had sprouted in the business district. However, the Headmaster had paid out of his own pocket (with actual money rather than hypnotic coercion because it was that important to him) to ensure that the buildings matched the general appearance and design of the rest of the town. The last thing anyone wanted was an eyesore defacing the beauty of the place.

Under the Headmaster's control, there was an economic boom, and Breezeport was the center. Businesses were constantly fighting and clambering to get space to open a store in the center of the Headmaster's control. One of the biggest malls in the region had opened just outside of the city limits. A small (but very high-end and well-designed) theme park had opened up nearby. The oceanside boardwalk had expanded. Dozens of new stores, catering to the tastes, fads, and fashions of the new world order had opened.

For an 8-year-old girl growing up, it was paradise.

"Anything goin' on with the ol' Hypnoboard?" Coal asked, shielding his eyes as he walked out; but not from the sun. Instead, he was trying not to look at something in the direction of town. Raye glanced in that direction, making sure to keep her look brief.

The tallest of the buildings of Breezeport, known officially as the Breezeport Administration and Business Tower, but unofficially as the Hypnodrome (a slightly snarky name given by some of the kids who were growing up when it was being built). Affixed to the side of the building was a large holoprojector that displayed various things at different times: news, advertisements, announcements. It was common knowledge that it also displayed hypnotic patterns and subliminal commands. It could also be used to hypnotize anyone looking at it. This generally was not a problem, unless the Headmaster was in the mood to hold a citywide orgy or a business paid extra to get a hypnotic advertisement up there.

Raye's eyes went unfocused and her paws lifted like a zombie's. Her jaw went slack.

"Must go buy home insurance... Must go buy home insurance..." she murmured.

"Oh, no, not again! Grab her guys!" Coal yelped, reaching out to grab the girl around the waist.

"Psych. It's just the news," Raye teased, snickering loudly.

"...Not funny," Coal grumbled. A month ago, a company had paid for a hypnotic advertisement to be displayed, but it had been badly designed and far too strong. The more susceptible people in town had been enthralled by it. Hundreds of people marched right out of their jobs and school to go swarm the store, induced to buy kayaking equipment. Coal had been among them, and even after the trance broke, spent a week obsessed with the idea of kayaking until he had been deprogrammed. He was highly embarrassed by the incident, and had refused to look at the display ever since. Raye and the others found this unbearably funny, though privately, Raye was cautious about looking at the screen herself.

The children walked out into the cul-de-sac where Longshaft Academy and Our Lady of Ecstasy still resided on either side of the circle. Her mothers said that the schools still looked much the same as they had in their day, but new buildings had been built to accommodate the larger student body. Many of the school's previously secret labs and facilities were rebuilt into new, more high-tech and open buildings, now that there was no reason to hide them any more. Raye glanced towards the Farm, where a line of hypnotized kids was shuffling inside as a truck pulled up to load dozens of crates of "Cub Milk" for delivery. She reminded herself to sign up for a shift, as she wanted the extra allowance.

"Nice day today. It's gonna be warm," Rennie sighed, sauntering lazily after Raye, her erection swaying back and forth with every step.

"Any plans?" Raye asked, looking over her shoulder. Ronnie and Rennie looked at each other, communicating in that way that only twins can; without words or gestures.

"...Screwing each other senseless?" Ronnie said with a shrug, smirking, gripping his penis. He had returned to a full and steady erection in the time since the drone had pleasured him, though his knot had deflated to its original size.

"Oooof course," Raye sighed, "I suppose it was silly of me to ask."

The conversation paused as a young skunk boy wandered by, clucking like a hen and flapping his elbows dazedly; his large erection spouting milky ropes into the grass. He was chased by a ferret, shouting at him to stop and come back. The four kids did not even blink at this. Since the Headmaster reordered all of society and made hypnosis and mind control open and everyday occurrences, people acting in strange and unusual ways was quite common. The kids merely shrugged and continued talking.

"How's about you, Coal?" Rennie asked, "What's our cutie-cousin planning today?"

Coal winced, and like most boys, looked offended at being called "cute." Raye always found it amusing to watch his reactions. While he spent more time in his male form (being his true self), he tended towards more feminine accessories like the flower in his hair. His reactions towards comments like that also depended on his current gender. If he'd been in a more feminine mood, he might have taken it as a compliment.

"I WANTED to go to the beach and swim around. But Echo informed me that I have to report to Ms. Gatoh to make up homework," Coal grunted.

"Which one?" Ronnie asked.

"Dunno. If it's Ms. Tayl, then I'm in trouble for my last history project. If it's Ms. Kuro..." he trailed off.

"Then she probably wants some sticky, white 'homework' 'turned in' to her cunny," finished Raye with a smirk. Coal's penises gave a hard twitch. Ms. Kuro had a thing for the little cheetah-fox, and Coal had no complaints about having sex with the hot feline teacher.

"Yeah. So 50-50 chance of spending my afternoon buried under a hundred tons of holowindows, or humping one of the sexiest teachers in school," Coal agreed.

"...Holowindows don't actually physically exist, so you couldn't be buried..." Ronnie mused, trailing off as Coal gave him a glare that clearly got across that he understood that.

As they walked, Raye noticed a group of people gathered in a loose semi-circle over near one of the buildings. There seemed to be some sort of minor commotion going on near one of the walls. Again, it was not unusual for there to be a dozen different strange goings-on every single day. However, Raye's curiosity was piqued. What was everyone staring at? She knew she had a bit of a habit of poking her nose where it didn't belong, but she couldn't help herself.

She gave a short little wave to her brother, sister, and cousin, and flapped her wings to lift her feet off the ground. Tipping forward into a lazy glide, her toes skimmed the lush grassy lawn until she landed with a few skipping hops. Her ears picked up a rather distinctive noise, one that she instantly recognized: the wet schlick and fap of fevered masturbation.

There was a small crowd of adults and children gathered around the wall. They were moaning and shivering, their hands between their legs, pleasuring themselves. Raye pushed her way through the crowd, who did not resist as she tried to squeeze past. In fact, they did not seem to notice her at all.

She frowned curiously as she made her way to the front of the crowd and looked around to see what they were all masturbating to. She found it quite easy to spot, following their glassy-eyed gaze.

A large poster had been pasted to the brick wall of the building. It was a gaudy, ugly thing; with random swirls of bright rainbow colors streaked everywhere haphazardly. In metallic gold ink, strange squiggly symbols were drawn in the background, shining through the colored swirls, but somehow hard to see when Raye tried to focus on them. In the center of the whole mess of a poster was one word, in three-dimensional block letters, seeming to project from somewhere in the middle of the page: OBEY.

Raye sighed. Some people were so susceptible to hypnosis that a few pretty colors on a page and a word were all it took to zonk them out. She was glad she had a stronger mind than that. She made to turn away and rejoin her siblings and cousin... except that she didn't.

She wanted to turn away, to go back, but she found herself staring, slackjawed at the poster. Her body was not listening to her mind. Her violet and green eyes would not move. The poster seemed to grow larger, filling her entire field of vision.

Her eyes roamed the random swirls of color, following one to its endpoint, before beginning to follow another. The golden symbols in the background seemed to lift up as she did, etching themselves in her thoughts. They seemed like nonsense at first, but as she continued to stare, she began to derive meaning from them. The big white word seemed to stamp itself directly on her brain.

OBEY.

The squiggly symbols seemed to float before Raye's eyes. They weren't just in her vision, they were filling her mind. Her paws moved down to her loins and gripped her swollen penises, beginning to stroke mechanically. The touch sent more pleasure than it should have through her, making her gasp in delight. Her obedience multiplied her pleasure, which reinforced her obedience.

OBEY.

Raye shuddered, the word sending a spike of lighting down her spine. She nodded to herself. It was right to obey. Obey who? It did not matter. She was obeying by standing, staring, and sliding her paws up and down her erections. And doing so gave her pleasure. She grunted, feeling precum soak her fingers as she rubbed the fat heads of her penises with the palms of her hands. She smeared the syrupy fluid along her shafts, making them glisten.

OBEY.

Belatedly, the small and dwindling part of Raye's conscious mind that could still think for itself realized that the poster was a meme. Not in the archaic sense of a silly picture lazily altered with captions in Impact font and posted on the internet as a joke or propaganda; but the original slightly more sinister meaning of the word. A meme was quite literally a mind virus; an idea that could pass from person to person. In the past 20 years, under the Headmaster's rule, memetics and neuroprogramming had taken off as fields of study. The poster contained, in its garish swirls of color and strange squiggly symbols, a program that was being uploaded into Raye's brain via her eyes. Now that she was ensorcelled by the poster's power, she was helpless to do anything but run the program being installed in her very mind.

OBEY.

It did not take too long for Raye to feel the pressure building up in her loins. The sound of the others masturbating and climaxing around her filled her large ears. She felt semen strike her back and her wings as some of the adults and children behind her came against her. And more than anything, the pleasure of obeying was driving her to her peak. Precum was leaking liberally from both of her tips, making a wet squish as her foreskins were pushed up and pulled back. Her nectar was spilling down her inner thighs.

She came with a low, quiet moan, pulling back both hoods as far as they could go. Her penises jerked violently, threatening to pull free from her grip. Two sprays of fox-spunk erupted from the bulbous heads, striking the wall with a loud splatter. Pleasure filed her body, her inner walls clenching rhythmically, her penises convulsing. Raye moaned happily, her mind empty and blissful. Her hips thrust forward roughly, humping her hands as she slid her penises back and forth against her palms. Her large ears folded back, her toes curled in the grass, and her tail flicked up and down in time with her spurts.

Raye's orgasm was only halfway through when she felt someone grab her hand, yanking it away from her lower penis. She resisted it. Her programming insisted she stay and masturbate. She would obey. She would obey.

The hand grabbed her again, this time forcibly yanking her into the crowd by her tail. Raye's line of sight with the poster broke, and suddenly she felt aimless and dizzy. The symbols from the poster continued to swirl in her brain, filling her thoughts with their insidious programming. Her paws continued to stroke her shafts, even as she spouted spunk into the air, splashing the others around her. She shuddered, but barely made a noise as the pleasure shook her body.

She saw that it was Rennie who had grabbed her, and was now forcibly pushing her away from the crowd. Raye tried to walk back, but the wolf-fox would not let her go. Ronnie dashed forward to help, dragging Raye away and into the cul-de-sac once more.

"We got 'er!" Rennie called to Coal as the boy jogged forward, swiping at several holoscreens projected in front of his face.

"Good, I reported the poster to the school administrators. Hopefully someone will be out here quickly to take care of it. How is she?" Coal asked, looking through the transparent windows at Raye. She moaned and shivered, answering him by splashing his heavy testicles with a burst of semen. Coal grunted, and tried to wipe it out of his fur with a spare cloth from his backpack.

"Oh, boy, she got a big ol' dose of it..." Rennie sighed, waving her hands in front of Raye's mismatched eyes. The pink fennec did not even blink. She gently took her older sister's paw, glancing at the boys as she added, "See ya after class. I'll make sure she gets there safe and sound."

"Good... Feel better, cousin!" Coal said, sympathetically. He patted her on the shoulder. She did not seem to notice, but merely grunted and ejaculated into the air again, splattering the grass with a particularly large twin gush of spunk.

"....We have like... ten minutes to spare..." Ronnie said, eyeing her spurting erections, his paw pumping his own slowly.

"Nooo. You are NOT taking advantage of your big sister in that state," Rennie growled at her twin, giving him a bit of a slap upside the head.

"C'mon, you," Coal sighed, grabbing Ronnie by the tail and dragging him away, "If you absolutely HAVE to get off again, I'll do it for you before class. Behave yourself and I might even do it in girl mode."

Rennie led Raye by the paw, who followed unresistingly. Her head lolled on her shoulders weakly, her mind fogged and fuzzy. The strange symbols from the poster seemed to fill her thoughts, driving away anything coherent. Her cocks pulsed, spitting strands of semen onto the floor and the backs of Rennie's legs.

Rennie talked to Raye as they walked, but the fennec did not register much of it. She nodded occasionally, responding with a dreamy "Mm-hmm..."

However, as a couple of minutes went by, the symbols seemed to fade in and out in Raye's thoughts, and the world became more coherent around her. Rennie's talk began to sink in a little, and Raye began to respond a bit more. The effects of the memetic poster were wearing off slowly.

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