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The Dream Life

By Cimmaron Spirit

For AlucardDracul2

WARNING: this story contains: horse, fox, bear, M/M, gay, anal sex, oral sex, multiple orgasms, hands-free orgasm, reality simulation, robots, robot overlords, plot development, Matrix-like scenes and more. If you aren't 18, or aren't interested in reading this story and then getting disappointed in the sequels, then you better go find something else to read. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Anders let out a moan as his cock was deepthroated by the remarkably talented fox between his legs. The horse let out a nicker, his leg twitching as the whole of his ten-inch dick was swallowed by Tristan, who's free hand was groping and squeezing the stallion's leathery sac, eliciting a few more moans and shudders as his balls were massaged and played with. Tristan pulled his head back, inch after inch of saliva and pre slicked cock pulling out of his mouth until only the flaring tip was still inside, then he pushed his head back down, burrowing his nose into Anders' fuzzy crotch.

"Oh, fuck, fuck," Anders moaned as he felt his orgasm getting close as the fox who seemingly had his gag reflex surgically removed continued to bob up and down over the long shaft. The horse reached up, grabbing the back of the fox's head, and began pushing him down onto his dick, harder and faster, while bucking his hips.

"Gonna... gonna... cum!" Anders moaned, before ramming his cock as deep into Tristian's throat as he could. Anders' thighs clamped tight around the fox's head to prevent him from escaping, before letting out a long, rumbling whinny, and filling the fox with all the seed he had.

Tristan barely sputtered, easily swallowing it all down, moaning softly around the huge prick, and once he was satisfied that Anders was drained, he pulled back, his tongue following the thick cum tube along the bottom of the stallion's shaft all the way to the tip, and lapping up the last little bit of white seed.

"Fuck," Anders moaned, sprawling out in the bed in post orgasm afterglow, as the fox crawled up beside him. "That was so damn intense."

"Oh yeah," Tristan rumbled, curling up into his boyfriend's arms. "And the fifth time today."

Anders nickered. "Just so long as our fans are enjoying it, eh?" He said, looking up at the spot were one of the many cameras that filled their house was set up, giving a smile and a small wave to the hundreds, if not thousands that watched their activity.

Tristian giggled, the orange and white furred twink cuddling with the larger stallion. "We can always try to go for a sixth round."

Anders felt his cock stir, the half hard, sensitive member already stiffening again. "So quick? Should at least give you a chance to breath."

The fox giggled again, his fingers tracing over the horse's chest. Anders wasn't the biggest horse in the world in muscle or height or cock. In fact, he was rather normal: just barely reaching six feet in height, with a slight, yet toned build that wasn't going to win any prizes in bodybuilding. But he was nearly insatiable, with a stamina and energy for sex that he couldn't turn off. Luckily for the horse, the fox was just as horny and energetic, and always ready for another romp.

The horse however pulled away, rolling over to the edge of the bed and standing up, casually strolling out of the bedroom in his nudity. "Just need to get something to drink, okay?"

He left the fox in the bed to pout and say something about how he was hungry for more of his cum, but Anders only gave a chuckle and went to the kitchen.

Inside the fridge was nearly anything he could ever need: milk, eggs, bread, ham, cheese, fruit, veggies, leftovers and the ingredients for the meal that Tristian would eventually make that evening, with a helping hand (or cock) from Anders to help him along.

Anders picked up a small carton of orange juice, and without even bothering to get a glass, opened it up and chugged the whole thing down. Having so much sex would get him dehydrated quickly, so he did what he could to keep up. He closed the fridge door and threw the empty carton into the garbage, before grabbing an apple from the counter, biting into it as he went back to the bedroom.

This time Tristian had turned himself around, showing off his cute ass, tail swishing excitedly.

"Oh, so someone wants to be ridden, eh?" Anders nickered, walking up behind and giving the presented orange furry butt a slap, making the fox moan.

"Fuck, fill me up," Tristian whimpered. "I need my stallion to breed me!"

Anders didn't need to be told twice. He reached for the handy bottle of lube that the fox had placed beside him, and quickly spread the cool goop onto fully erect horsecock, before poking a couple of fingers into the fox's rear, firmly working them back and forth to convince the fox's tailhole to relax and loosen up.

With a wet shlick, Anders removed his fingers and pushed the flared tip of his cock against the fox's ass, and pushed in.

There was no resistance to the fat ten-inch cock. Tristian's ass as well used as any sex toy that they owned. Perhaps even more so, since it was at least twice a day that Anders would fuck his boyfriend in the ass. There was never any need for prompting for the horse to unload his balls, and whenever Tristian would beg or whimper, Anders was always ready for it.

In a single, well practiced, lubricated motion, the horse was balls deep. There was only a moment to admire how easily his fox had taken his cock, before his testosterone and primal urges took over. Anders grabbed the fox's hips, digging his thick, three fingered, hoof-tipped hands into the soft orange pelt, timing each forward thrust of his hips to slam his mate back. He was quickly pushing the fox into the bed, and ramming his cock in and out of his tailhole as quickly and as fast as possible.

"Oh yes, yes, fuck me stud!" Tristian panted and yipped, clutching the to bed sheets as tightly as his clawed fingers would allow, eyes rolling back into his head as he was taken by the stallion.

Anders' breath came hot and heavy as his speed picked up, the choreography of thrusting and pulling falling out of sync as his instincts took over. He continued going on and on until he felt his hefty balls surge and clench, a tightness overcoming his body.

"I...I'm... close," Anders moaned as sweat dripped from his body.

"Fill me! Breed me!" Tristian pleaded.

So Anders did.

He slammed his cock one more time, as deep as he could, as the first shot of seed filled Tristian's ass in a mind-blowing climax. Then a second, then a third, each as big as the last.

Anders' legs gave out and he fell forward, pinning the smaller fox under his body on the edge of the bed as his orgasm continued, on and on, the fox moaning and rumbling as he was filled, twitching with every pulse of the horse cock buried in him.

Finally, after many long, long minutes that felt like hours, Anders' orgasm ended, the last few throbs of his cock unable to send more cum into the fox. Anders finally stood up, his cock, all wet and softening, slipping out of Tristian's ass with a lewd slurp.

Anders, panting heavily, walked back to the bed, and flopped down, exhausted.

"Okay, I think I need a nap," the horse said, a large yawning splitting his face.

The fox, despite the rough fucking (or perhaps because of it), jumped up, and stood up, stretching. "Well then I'll go make lunch."

How Tristian had such endurance and stamina, Anders could never guess.

"Awesome, I'll be out in a bit," Anders said with a small grin, as the fox, his tail swishing, closing the door behind him.

But even in the midst of the afterglow of the heated, recorded rutting, Anders' mind began to wander away from sex and his boyfriend, to something more... existential.

There had been a niggling part in his mind for a while now, that it seemed strange that they would have this much sex, and basically everywhere as if he was living in a giant porno. In the bedroom, in the living room, the kitchen, the hallway, even out in public. The fact that no one noticed, or even cared, always seemed odd to him. In fact, he saw other guys fucking in public, or on the internet and streaming services, and it always seemed... weird. Like, a lot of guys, like him, constantly screwing each other. Even big ass orgies in the middle of the street or the coffee shop or wherever, which Anders and Tristian had stumbled on and joined for no other reason than... well, they were horny.

Well, yeah. Of course. There wasn't anything to stop it. No laws. No angry parents or conservative religious types to decry the degeneracy of their society.

It only seemed like yesterday that Anders could remember feeling embarrassed about showing off his body. Or a thrill of voyeurism to show off his cock to someone else in bushes far enough in a park where no one can see. Now, it was, well, normal.

Anders scratched at his chest, before reached for a remote and turning on the TV, which brought up one of the porn channels that he and Tristian watched all the time. He opened the guide and started scrolling through idly. Porn, porn, porn, more porn. Nothing but porn.

Didn't there used to be like 1000 channels, with like 24-hour news screaming about the most recent political scandal, or reality shows where dumb people did even dumber things?

Everything just felt off all of a sudden. As if there was something that happened, but he couldn't place his finger on...

"Hey Anders, what are you doing? Gonna watch some gangbangs without me?" Tristian asked from right beside him, making the stallion jump.

"Jesus! Where did you come from?"

The fox let out a girly giggle. "Oh, I'm just so sneaky the big ol' stallion didn't see me coming."

Anders could feel his cock starting to get hard again, even though it had just been a few minutes since he last had a big fuck. Not helped at all by Tristian wrapping his hands around the base of the stallion's cock.

"Uh, is food ready?" Anders said. "I'm starving!"

"So am I," Tristian grinned, wrapping his mouth around the tip of the stallion's cock.

Anders rolled over, landing on the floor on all fours, then standing up. "Just... just give me a moment," he said. "I would like to eat supper first."

"Oh, okay," Tristian said, a hint of sadness in his voice, before he rolled off the bed and back to the kitchen, followed by Anders. He instantly felt awful about not letting his boyfriend suck him off, but, well, he was hungry. And there was going to be plenty of time soon enough.

Tristian returned to the stove, stirring a pot on the stove in the nude, as Anders went to the fridge, and grabbed a carton of orange juice.

Wait. Didn't I just drink the last one? Anders thought, as he looked at the full, un opened orange juice container in his hand. He looked at the garbage. Nothing in it.

The horse, confused, drank the juice from the container again, then throwing it into the garbage. He then opened the fridge door again, and froze.

Another full carton was sitting there, where he had just taken one out.

Anders went to the garbage can. It was empty already.

"Lunchtime!" Tristian called out, before setting a plate on the counter next to Anders.

The horse turned around, and saw a couple sandwiches on his plate, the same as Tristian.

"Uh... weren't you making something on the stove?" Anders asked.

Tristian, his mouth full of ham and cheese, paused, and swallowed. "Uh, maybe I was earlier? I dunno." The fox stood up and came up to his boyfriend, pushing his chest against Ander's stomach, pressing the hardening horse cock between them. "You seem to be distracted. Maybe a quick fuck will..."

Anders pushed against Tristian, and slipped around. "Okay, what the hell is going on?"

The fox, confused, took a couple steps toward Anders, who took a couple more back. "What are you going on about? Nothing's wrong."

"Like... everything seems weird," Anders said, his voice raising an octave. "Like, nothing makes sense. Who the hell has sex as much as we do?"

Tristian paused, frozen mid step. He then straightened up, standing at attention like a soldier... or a robot.

"Code 98-162," Tristian said, his voice now almost like a computer talking.

"Code 9-8 what?" Anders said.

Tristian suddenly threw himself forward with blinding speed, knocking Anders down, and pinning him to the floor despite his smaller size. "Code 98-162. Subject is no longer compliant. Administering Formula X-1."

Before Anders could try to ask, the fox's mouth opened wide, and a robot tentacle arm came out, with a bright red glowing eye at the end, which blinked then a long needle appeared in the middle of the computerized pupil.

"Oh, oh-Holy shit!" Anders exclaimed, and rolled to the side as the needle shot forward, embedding itself into the floor where Ander's chest would have been.

Anders slipped underneath the fox, and then up onto his feet as the fox's robot tentacle pulled itself from the floor.

"Subject is no longer compliant. Administering Formula X-1," Tristian said, his mouth un moving despite speaking words.

"Tristian! What the hell?" Anders exclaimed, backing up from the fox. "What is this?"

"Subject is no longer compliant. Administering Formula X-1," was the only answer he got.

Anders ran back to the bedroom as fast as he could, slamming the door shut and locking it. He panted heavily.

SMASH! Tristian's arm smashed through the wood, grabbing hold of the horse. Then, as if he was liquid, the rest of him came through the small hole, before reforming in front of Anders. But the orange fur was missing in spots, and a silver exoskeleton was underneath. The bright green eyes were replaced with metallic red ones that glowed.

"Subject is no longer compliant. Administering Formula X-1," the robot said once again, this time with more tentacles wrapping around Anders arms and legs, pinning him down. "Subject is no longer compliant. Administering Formula X-1."

Anders struggled with all his might, trying to fight off the robot that was trying to inject him with whatever Formula X-1 was. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good, he was sure...

The stallion took a deep breath and smashed his head against the robot's.

The pain was excruciating, as the bone in his muzzle was no match for steel, making Anders cry out in pain. However, it seemed to have worked: robot Tristian let go, staggering back, before crumpling to the floor.

Anders unlocked the door again, and walked out into... nothingness.

Well, that wasn't right. Where the living room and kitchen used to be, almost everything was black, with green letters and numbers running around, falling like rain drops down a wind pain, but also following the paths that the furniture and walls and windows made, so he could still pick out where everything was. But some of the green letters was being replaced with red, until soon most of the room was full of red letters and symbols.

He turned around, to see his bedroom also being overtaken by the black and the green and red code.

"Where the hell am I?" he said, stumbling on what was once a chair, but now looked like something from a computer demons' nightmare.

"Code 16-928. Code 16-928. Simulation pod K8-261 failing. Simulation pod K8-261 failing." A deep robotic voice intoned. "Maintenance required."

"Simulation pod?" Anders asked, as he looked around. "What simulation pod?"

As if an answer to his question, the whole thing fell apart.

He was no longer standing, but lying down. Actually, floating into a thick, viscous fluid. He opened his eyes, and the fluid stung there, making him groan and try to get out of it. Anders sat up, only to bang his head. He moaned and winced, looking up. A glass container surrounded him, with just a few metal braces holding it apart. It looked old, rusty. He reached up to try to push against the top, but his arm felt incredibly heavy, not wanting to work. He glanced down, and gasped. There were a bunch of black tubes in his arms, his chest, his abs, his thighs. A long one was attached to his mouth, and he could feel something pouring into his mouth, devoid of taste or texture. But his grey pelt looked weak, emaciated. He had been healthy just moments ago... or in the simulation... but now he looked like he had never eaten a day in his life.

But it was the tube over his cock, half filled with his cum, and a low, yet steady suction on it that caught his attention. He reached forward, wrapping his weak and tired fingers around the glass jar, and gave a tug.

POP! It came off, and his cum spilled out into the reddish fluid.

He reached up, and pulled at the other tubes over his body, and they all popped off just as easily, though they all left marks where they had been attached to him. The one in his mouth went into his throat, and he had to pull almost two feet of the black hose out before he could finally breath on his own.

He coughed, the air in the simulation pod humid and tasting like oil and grease and iron, with an under current of sex and cum. Well considering that his seed was mixing with the fluid, that would make sense.

Anders tried again to push at the top of the simulation pod, his tired arms working better now that they weren't tied down. But it took almost all of his strength to push the top of the glass jar, which creaked open on hinges, and fell to the side.

The light outside of the pod was dim, with a reddish glow that didn't hurt his eyes. Anders blinked, trying to get the rest of the gunk out of his eyes, then gasped.

There were hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of pods just like his, reaching up and up into a dark abyss, and reaching down just as low, in rows and columns that seemed to go on forever.

"W-where am I?" Anders croaked, his ears twitching at the sound of his own voice. He sounded so much different than what he expected.

But he could hear other sounds: whirring, buzzing, metallic chattering. Robots were buzzing around, hovering in midair, tentacle arms flailing about, looking at pods, making adjustments. But everything they did just had a sinister, malevolent flair to them.

He tried to stand up, or at least try to roll out of the pod, but something on the back of his head held him back. Anders reached back, to feel another tube on the back of his head. He grunted and groaned, wrapping one hand, then the other, and with a loud cry of pain, pulled out the tube that was attached to his head.

Anders, rubbing the back of his head, not feeling any hair or mane where he was sure he had one, and feeling something weird there, like it was metallic or something.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!"

He didn't have any time to figure out what it was. He could see several hovering robots racing toward him, making loud, annoying beeping sounds as they got closer to their escaping prisoner.

"Oh shit," Anders groaned, as he struggled, flailing climbing out of the simulation pod, falling with a wet slap outside onto the dirty and grimy outside. He tried to stand up, but his legs were too weak and unused to actual physical work, that they couldn't.

The robots got closer and closer, their long robotic tentacles reaching out to try to grab him...

When suddenly one exploded. Then another. Then three more.

There was a loud woosh that swirled the dust and grime all over, followed by the bulk of a massive craft, something like a flying car but bigger.

A door opened on the craft, nearly blinding Anders, and a short ramp stretched out, with someone standing on it.

"Here, take my hand!" The guy on the ramp said.

Anders weakly held up his hand toward the guy on the ramp, who grabbed hold, and firmly pulled the horse up, falling into his arms. His rescuer took him up the ramp and into the door, which shut behind him.

"Alright, we got the escapee. Let's get the hell out of here before the clankers return in force."

"Aye, aye!" came a chorus of shouts, and suddenly the craft was moving again, nearly throwing Anders to the floor except for whoever was holding him. He blinked his eyes, the fuzzy shapes in the bright environment starting to come into focus.

The figure that was holding him up was a bear, who was thick and muscular, yet was carefully leading the weak and exhausted horse toward a couch like thing in the middle of the cabin they were in. He could see a few other people: a stag with his antlers cut off, a wolf with a notched ear, a lion with a very short mane. They were all in black and grey jumpsuits, which made his nudity rather obvious. But no one seemed to notice or care as the bear laid him down.

"Alright buddy, take it easy," the bear said in a deep voice. "You're safe now."

"W-where..."

"This is the Solomon," the bear said. "I'm Marcus, everyone on here is my crew. And we are part of the Resistance."

"R-Resistance?" Anders asked. "What are you guys re-uugghhhh!"

Suddenly his cock jumped up to full erection, and he was cumming everywhere, his shots of horse seed arching all over, splattering over the couch, the floor, the bear.

"Heh, you still have some of the juice in you, eh?" Marcus reached up and wiped the cum from his jacket, then grabbed a towel to clean it up better. "What's your name?"

"A-Anders?" Anders panted, as his sudden orgasm died down. "At least, that's the name I had back there."

"Hey, if you like it, you can use it," Marcus said. "Or you can change it. Be like Stagboy over there," he said, pointing at the deer.

"Hey! That's a cool name!" the deer, Stagboy huffed.

"Yeah, if you're 18 and want to sound like you know what your doing in bed," the bear snorted.

Anders looked back and forth, confused and trying to keep track of everything. "What are you talking about?"

"Okay, here's the short story," Marcus said. "A long time ago, there was a big war between us anthros and robots, which they had made. Now, the robots were winning, had nearly wiped out all of the anthros despite everything we did, including a brutal nuclear war. Yet, they basically won and took over the world. Well, they didn't want to wipe us out: they wanted to use the men to milk them for their cum, which they used as fuel. Some women survived as well to serve as the source of men to provide fuel. But it's like... a hundred to one."

Anders blinked. "So I was being used as a battery?"

"Kind of, I guess," Marcus said. "They created a chemical to make guys horny all the time, then just basically sucked them off all the time."

The horse fell silent, the realization of his relationship with Tristian suddenly clear: he had never existed. He was just a tool used by robots to get his cum. Hence why he was fucking so much.

"You had a girlfriend there, eh?" Marcus said, his voice low.

"Boyfriend," Anders replied, his heart breaking as he realized all the love he thought he had was given to a computer program. But suddenly his cock sprang back to life, and without even touching his manhood, he was cumming again. This time the emissions was notably less than the first time.

"Well I'm not going to judge you on what team you bat for," Marcus replied. "And my guess is you started to notice things that were wrong. Like some actions being taken that didn't line up with results. Or items appearing where they shouldn't be."

"Yeah. And eventually it just seemed weird to have sex all the time," Anders said. "And when Tristian made sandwiches in a pot on the stove."

"Heh. As good as the robots are, sometimes they mess up the tiny details," Marcus said. "But I'm guessing you never actually saw any cum, did you? Or even had a chance to take it up the butt with anything other than toys, huh?"

Anders blinked. He hadn't even noticed that.

"At least that's how I noticed it," Marcus said. "The robots didn't want a single drop to go to waste, and never even bothered trying to simulate it. Never did paint my Jolene over her tits." He sighed, wishful dreaming of a sex-crazed girlfriend that never actually existed. "And even though it's been years since I was in one of those simulation pods, I can still get the urge to fuck and screw for days on end." The bear shook his head. "It's amazing how much your body gets used to stuff like that."

Anders was silent, still trying to wrap his head around being used as a fuck toy, an unthinking cum dispenser. And he never noticed it was weird until just today?

As if to make the point that much clearer, he came hands free a third time.

"Anyway, Anders," Marcus said, standing up. "You've just spent your whole life in a tube of chemicals and tubes, drained of every sperm you could create... I think you need an actual rest. We're heading to our base, and we can get you into a program to at least get your strength back: physio and stuff. It will take a while for you to recover enough to even go for a walk. But you'll be surprised how quickly that can happen too."

"I... uh... thank you," Anders said. "Thanks for rescuing me."

Marcus gave a small chuckle. "We can have the red pill/ blue pill discussion later."