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Smash TV - Part One

Scientists were baffled. As the population of NEO Terra advanced, building sprawling megacities and exploring space with faster-than-light technology, the birth rate skewed female. At first, it was a sixty-forty split, which was unusual, but not too alarming. When seventy percent of children born were female, however, society began to go through some changes.

Thousands of studies were conducted to root out the cause of such an anomaly, but all were inconclusive. Was it something in the food? The water? No one was sure, but plenty had theories.

At first, men were subject to a bit of prejudice from the female majority. Over time, overt sexism became the norm, and NEO Terra's males lashed out in response to the unfair treatment. This was, unfortunately for them, seen as a reason to paint them as dangerous, unpredictable, and violent.

More regulations were created against men, all as their birth rates continued to plummet. In the current year of 2XXX, males are little more than chattel, locked into mechanical breeding systems and denied all freedoms the fairer sex enjoys. Living as a male is an unenviable existence.

MB-22453 was led by a heavy chain around his alloyed chemogen collar. His arms were bound firmly behind his back, the chains connecting the manacles on his legs only allowing for quick, shuffling steps. Even his long, rudder-like tail was restrained, tied firmly to a binding around his stomach. His cock twitched, contained snugly into a tight-fitting chastity device.

He'd never seen a real woman in person, though he assumed those who came to repair his mechanized milking machine on occasion were female. He was always blindfolded, however, and they never made conversation with him, as much as he was starved for it. This occasion was no different, the brown-haired otter having a thick cloth tied behind his head, covering both blue eyes.

The mustelid wondered where exactly he was being taken. A new containment cell? What was wrong with his old one? Despite being a prison, he missed it already. Being outside was...frightening, and uncertain. A small whimper left his maw, which was stuffed tight with a rubber ball that had been taped in place. The person holding his chain tugged sharply on it, and he was quiet once more.

He heard the familiar hissing of an auto-door sliding open, and felt himself stepping over the threshold, before his feet met with something unusual. He felt plush fabric between his toes, and the stimulation nearly made him gasp. What was this? As far back as he could remember, the only surface he'd walked on was hard, cold steel tile.

The otter was shoved from behind then, and with a whimper, he toppled down to his knees. The door hissed open again, then closed, leaving him alone--or so he thought. With a loud beep, the controls of his myriad restraints were forced open, the sound of metal thumping to the carpeted floor startling the poor captive something fierce. His arms, legs, and neck were now free, and he rubbed at his wrists gratefully.

Cautiously, MB-22453 lifted his hands to his face, clawed fingers slowly pulling down his blindfold. He ripped off the tape covering his mouth, pulling out the rubber gag and watching with interest as it bounced off the floor, rolling down the hallway. It was only then he took in his surroundings, his eyes widening as the room came into focus.

There was an opulent red carpet stretched out before him, leading down a long corridor. Large sconces with golden trim were arranged on the polished metal walls, with some sort of...colorful flora stretched along them. He padded nervously over to the unfamiliar plant, leaning in to give it a sniff. The flowery aroma filled his nostrils, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets in ecstasy. What a smell!

His thick tail swished behind him excitedly as he explored the room. He wasn't naive enough to think these were his new lodgings, as there wasn't a milking machine in sight, but was he being rewarded somehow? Was a pitiable creature such as himself really deserving of such sights? Such smells?

He hadn't even had time to appreciate the room fully when another door at the far end of the corridor opened, and the otter gasped out in fright. A tall woman with a long snout and floppy ears walked in, her hair a bright, enticing cyan that matched one of the flowers on the wall. The otter stared at her in a mixture of extreme interest and horror. Was this...

A female?

Her high-heeled boots made a pleasing sound as they walked toward him--wait, toward _him?_MB-22453 cowered away from her, whimpering as she moved ever closer with each step. His hands covered his face, but try as he might to look away, his eyes were drawn to her all the same. Peering through the cracks in his fingers, he watched her approach.

" MB-22453. You're being released on temporary parole." The woman explained, the cool light from the wall sconces shining brightly off her one-piece bodysuit. Her curves were on full display for him, a sight he knew he did not deserve. His penis throbbed within its fitted cage.

"P-parole?" He replied, his mouth feeling dry. When was the last time he'd gotten to talk to someone other than himself?

"Yes. You're being released contingent on your participation in a game show." The woman replied. Her eyes narrowed, and he could tell she was barely containing her contempt for him, but he couldn't help himself. The otter was practically in love already.

"Game? Show?" MB-22453 stammered, her words only confusing him further. "I'm sorry, I-I don't know what you mean."

"Your understanding is irrelevant. Come with me." She demanded, and he followed. It was as simple as that. His eyes briefly darted around to admire the décor in the room, but always returned to her backside, and that almost hypnotic way her tail swished behind her as she walked. The otter whimpered as precum leaked from his tight-fitting chastity cage.

The room they entered was dark, so dark that he could barely see a few feet in front of him. He lifted his hands to feel around for a wall, or any sort of object he could use to steady himself, when his fingers brushed against something soft and...squishy? He squeezed, kneading the pliant material and shivering in response to the sensation.

Suddenly, he felt dainty, slender digits wrapping around his chastity cage, and his eyes widened. "Wh-what...?" He began, but trailed off as a key was inserted into the lock, freeing his aching cock. It almost instantly began to stiffen, and he let out a needy whine.

"Touch my breasts again and I'll kill you." A familiar voice rung out, and that's when the lights kicked on with a low whir. He realized with a start that both of his hands were wrapped around the canine's bodysuit-clad tits, his chastity device clasped in her right hand. He released her chest with a deluge of stammered apologies, his cheeks burning red beneath his fur.

She did not respond, instead turning on her heel and leaving the way she'd came. He felt a profound sadness at her departure, wondering if he'd ever see a real, live woman again. The otter wasn't given much time to process these feelings, however, as it was only moments after her exit that a voice filled the room through a loudspeaker system.

"Welcome, contestant, to the very first episode of SMAAAASH TV!" A confident, lively female voice spoke, clearly addressing him. "The new, exciting game show where loathsome, worthless men such as yourself compete for a chance at freedom! If you can make it through a battery of challenges and obstacles, you'll be released, and given the same rights as your female betters."

This was too much excitement for MB-22453 to handle. He backed himself into a corner, breathing heavily. "I-I don't know if I want to 'compete.' Can I go back to my cell?" The otter whined, but was met with a shrill cacophany of laughter from what sounded like thousands of voices at once. He covered his ears, but it scarcely helped.

"Sorry, sorry. That's the live studio audience! Millions around the world will be watching you--provided the show is legal in their specific locality--so make sure you at least fail in entertaining fashion, yes?" The voice continued, ignoring his protests. "Oh, also, fair warning. There's a chip installed in your brain, just below your ear. If you refuse to participate, we'll give you a little jolt until you're feeling more cooperative."

"A j-jolt?!" The mustelid questioned, but he didn't need to wait long to feel it. It was like a migraine, but worse, the sudden, agonizing pain spreading further down until his neck ached. MB-22453 screamed out in surprise and misery, but just like that, it was gone. He slumped against the wall, sliding down until his rear end rested on the floor.

"Now, let me explain the rules~" The voice echoed out, in an almost sing-song voice. "All you have to do is make it to the finish line, which will be very clearly marked for you! Of course, actually getting there is the hard part. The game area is a bit of a maze, with each room containing different dangers for you to square off against!"

The otter just sat there, dumbstruck.

"There are three different ways to lose. The first way is simple--being too exhausted to continue. We'll zap you if you refuse to play, but if your body is too worn out to keep participating, there's not much to be done about it. The second failure state is...well, let's just say there might be things you encounter that immobilize you completely. If you're bound up and unable to escape, there isn't much of a sporting chance for you."

"Wh-what's the last way to lose?" MB-22453 asked, swallowing hard.

"Losing your mind!" The stranger replied, before giggling to herself. The audience followed suit, albeit much louder. "If you lose control of your mental faculties completely, the game is over."

The otter didn't like the sound of this game one bit, but he also was pretty sure they'd only given him a small zap earlier. What would the pain be like if they dialed it up a notch? He was scared to find out. "O-okay, I guess I don't really have much of a choice then."

"Splendid! Now, one more thing. We held an audience poll to provide you with a new name, since MB-22453 is going to get old pretty quick. And the new one is much more fun!" The mystery woman continued, her voice dripping with mirth. "And with 425,000 votes, the name 'Scum' is the winner! Congratulations."

Scum shakily rose to his feet, his lips quivering. Did he really have to do this? This was humiliating already, and there was no telling what sorts of horrors awaited him deeper in. He hadn't even gotten a moment to observe his surroundings, too frazzled by all the goings-on. Blinking, he realized he stood in a mostly empty room, save for the door he'd came in, as well as a large, vault-like entrance to what he assumed was the game area.

Not wanting to get shocked again, the male padded over toward the vault door, resting his fingers upon the mechanism. Pushing down until it yielded to his touch, he wrestled the door open, letting out a surprised yelp when he witnessed the room's contents.

There was a woman in a top hat, a leotard that showed an enticing amount of cleavage, and sheer hosiery that draw his eye to her long legs immediately. The short snout and long, fluffy ears on either side of her head betrayed her as a rabbit, and she greeted him with a broad grin. The room was decorated like the inside of a circus--at least, that's what he had learned from the knowledge stream in his cell. He'd obviously never been to one in person.

"Roll up, roll up! Welcome to the big top!" The woman called out, her voice carrying an accent he couldn't quite place. Scum couldn't resist, and took a few steps toward her, getting a better view of her gorgeous body. "You're the main act in today's showcase of aerial acrobatics~ Hope you're feelin' limber, kid, 'cos this one's a doozy."

Taking off her hat, showing off her short-cut blonde hair, the white rabbit wiggled her fingers and reached inside of it. Out from the top hat came some sort of remote control with a single button. She gave Scum a grin, then pressed it.

The otter gasped and took a few steps backward as the center of the room opened up, the floor lowering, before sliding away on a track. Simultaneously, a set of ring-shaped hand holds lowered from the ceiling, held aloft by sturdy-looking rope. He immediately grasped the general idea--Scum was meant to climb across the chasm and reach the other side.

"It's a simple enough game," The bunny began, "But there's a little bit of a catch. You might wanna take a look for yourself."

"Oh, uh...sure thing." Scum remarked, taking a step over to the hole and peering into it. His eyes widened.

Inside the chasm were dozens of women, all of different species, each stark naked. They all met his gaze, and he staggered back a few paces, uncomfortable with the hunger in their eyes.

"You'll notice that the height of those rings leaves your uh, lower half hanging down into that pit." The festively-dressed rabbit snickered, walking over and giving him a pat on the back. The otter shuddered. "They're competing too, believe it or not! If they make that lil' pea shooter of yours squirt, they each get five thousand credits. Now, they can't yank you down or nothin', but if they get you riled enough to lose your grip, they get an even bigger payout."

Scum couldn't believe it. He had to hang his lower torso down into that pit of...naked women? Even now he could hear them jeering up at him, saying all sorts of lurid things. Among the commotion, he heard an offer to 'suck his dick dry,' and he felt blood flowing to his loins in response.

"Of course, I can always help you get the easy one out, if you want." The leotard-clad woman offered, giving him an impish grin. He blinked at her, not quite understanding the expression. "You know, like..." She began, before pantomiming a handjob with her white-gloved fingers.

Scum, who hadn't seen a woman in the flesh until this very day, felt his cock throbbing between his legs. Was she really propositioning him? "N-no thanks. I think that'll just make things harder, honestly." He replied, with a great deal of reluctance. Just the thought of her hand around his cock, even with a glove on, had his heart pounding away in his chest.

"Bahh, suit yourself." The rabbit huffed, folding her arms. With that, all there was to do was continue, nervous as Scum was. He padded over to the chasm once more, his toes curling around the edge. There they were again, those nude women. All showing off to him, no less. He'd never seen a pair of real, bare breasts until this moment, and his balls already ached with a desire for release.

He had to reach down to grasp the first ring, and he just held it for a moment, trying to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to do. Scum would have to swing his lower body into that horde of girls, then slowly climb the twenty-or-so feet to the other side. Mercifully, it looked like there was a net on the other side, which would make it easier for him to climb up once he'd reached the end. But getting there alone would be a massively tall order...

He was hesitating--too long, in fact. The whimpering otter suddenly felt a jolt of pain in his head, realizing with a strangled cry of agony that the show runners had decided to zap him again. It was a short one, same as before, but it sent him swinging straight into the pit, his hands fumbling to keep a hold of his one lifeline, that metal ring above.

When the pain subsided, he had thankfully managed to hold onto the ring with one hand, his spare scrambling for a moment, before catching the next hand hold in the line. This swung his body off to the side, and as his fingers loosened their grip on the first ring, he felt something strange down below.

Dainty, soft fingers coiled around his painfully-erect shaft, and as his wide eyes stared down in a mixture of curiosity and shock, he watched one of the women's mouths envelop the tip of his cock. There was no way Scum could continue moving when a sensation like that gripped him, inexperienced as he was. The milking machine in his cell felt good, sure, but the warmth and eagerness of this sudden blowjob was unlike anything he'd ever encountered.

His arms ached already, but the otter held fast, a pair of piercing green eyes staring back up at him from between his legs. The inside of her canine maw was wet, and the manner in which her long tongue rolled around his twitching shaft was almost maddeningly pleasurable. Scum cried out in ecstasy, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as the woman beneath him began to bob her head forward and back, giving the otter his very first blowjob.

The others wasted no time. Within moments he felt hands all over him, not holding him in place, but caressing his fur like a lover might. He felt his balls being cupped in someone's palm, his tail being teased with a gentle raking of claws. Before he could even try to compose himself, the mustelid felt digits teasing at his taut little asshole, before his furred cheeks were spread apart.

To say that he was surprised when someone's muzzle shoved itself right under his tail would be an understatement. His toes curled, his entire body tensing up considerably when a tongue dragged softly against his sensitive little pucker. The audience got a good view of his whining, whimpering face from a camera above as two women lavished him with oral attention from both sides.

"I-I'm..." The otter cried out in desperation, feeling his grip loosening. How could he focus on the task at hand? It was impossible! "I'm gonna-"

Scum's dick throbbed wildly against the canine's tongue, his balls tensing up against his groin as he began to ejaculate. His maw hung open in a low moan as his 'lover' continued to slowly bob her head in a steady rhythm, coaxing every last drop of seed from his inexperienced shaft. Meanwhile, the woman behind him helped herself to his unprotected asshole, digging her tongue past that tense little ring of his while he sprayed his seed into her comrade's mouth.

"Come down with us~" One voice called out, in a sultry tone. "C'mon, surrender already..." Another taunted. The otter didn't want to give up, but how could he compete against this? His freedom was on the line, but...

Scum let out a loud whine as the canine's mouth withdrew from his cock, which was now shiny and covered in a thin layer of saliva. She opened her maw wide, showing off her cum-slathered tongue, before closing it. When her lips parted again, her tongue was perfectly clean. "Give up now, and I promise I'll make you my little pet~" The woman cooed, giving him a predatory wink.

He wasn't sure if his willpower would have held up, even if his grip wasn't already faltering. But the truth was, his arms were burning, his fingers already beginning to slip. Maybe being a pet wouldn't be so bad?

Scum shook his head, trying to dispel those thoughts. This was exactly what they wanted! He just had to keep moving. Groaning in exertion, he released his grip on the first ring, before swinging his body forward. He felt his fingers grazing the next in line, but he couldn't seem to grasp it. Growling in frustration, still feeling hands all over his sensitive body, he tried once more.

He missed. In the process, Scum's hand slipped off the only lifeline keeping him above the crowd. Eyes wide, his mouth open in a silent scream, the otter plummeted down, landing hard on his back at the roaring crowd's feet. He tried to rise again, but knew it was futile--several women pounced upon him in an instant, pinning him to the floor and climbing atop the defeated mustelid.

Even if his arms weren't completely gassed out, Scum wouldn't have been strong enough to push an entire mob of women off of him. He felt his arms being yanked to either side, his face grasped roughly and forced into a messy, hungry kiss. His toes curled as he felt warmth on his overstimulated prick, before something hot, wet, and slippery wrapped around it. From the weight around his hips, he could tell someone was sitting atop him--was he actually having sex?

He'd fantasized about the concept before, more than he'd care to admit. But in his dreams, he never expected it to happen like this. With all the sneering faces around him, he couldn't even see who it was. He idly hoped it was at least the canine. She deserved it, after all, for forcing him to lose in such a way.

As the bodies piled onto him, and the chasm grew uncomfortably warm around him, he realized he couldn't even see the lights on the ceiling anymore. Scum had lost, and all there was left was to accept his defeat. The girls at least seemed amused by his expressions and humiliated moans, cheering with glee when he was ultimately forced to orgasm in a laughably short amount of time.

Scum felt the woman sliding off of him, before shoving the others out of the way. He watched in dazed awe as a pair of long legs stepped over his supine form, before squatting down above his head. As a plump, cum-soaked pussy was pressed against his face, the otter didn't need any coaching. He reluctantly opened his maw, dragging his tongue along her pink folds and tasting his own bitter spunk.

"Well, folks, that's a wrap! It looks like poor Scum was too focused on getting his rocks off to bother with the challenge! In the industry, we call that a bone-headed move!" The announcer called out, set over the footage of the poor otter being completely swarmed by credits-hungry women. The feed cut to a better angle, with only Scum's face visible. He was exhausted, eyes glossy, moaning deliriously as he squirted his seed for the dozenth time.

"I don't think he'll be leaving that pit for a good long while! Say goodbye to Scum, but look forward to the next episode, airing exactly one week from now~! If the live feed is unavailable in your area, contact your local senator and tell them you want SMASH TV!"

Scum awoke, his wrists and ankles aching from the mechanical device he'd been strapped into for what felt like months now. His eyes adjusted to the light, which had just been flipped on by his new 'owner.' It was the canine woman from the game show, whose name he'd learned was Abby.

He'd been allowed to stay with her, but with a host of conditions. First, he was to remain in a cell, but this one was constructed of some sort of clear, glass-like material, placed in the corner of his new owner's den. Apparently, men like him couldn't be trusted to roam free, even if contained in a house with a shock collar.

His eyes closed again, even as the silicone sleeve of his milking machine glided back and forth along his well-lubricated shaft. At the facility he'd been housed at before, he'd at least been given breaks to sleep and listen to his learning stream, but his new owner didn't even allow that. He heard a tapping on the glass, and his heavy eyelids eased open once more.

"Want a treat?" The canine grinned from the other side of the glass, her tail wagging excitedly behind her. Letting out a hoarse moan, the otter nodded. "No, you have to beg. You know the rules."

"P-please, mistress." The mustelid crooned, his dick throbbing within the tight squeeze of that artificial pussy. She was conditioning him, and it was working.

"Hmph. Well, alright~" She giggled, reaching up to grasp the zipper of her skintight bodysuit. The stretchy fabric just barely contained her now-pregnant belly, which he secretly, vainly hoped was his doing. As she zipped further down, revealing her panty-clad crotch just below that swollen tummy, he began rolling his hips against the milking device.

Her bodysuit fell to the floor, and she kicked it aside, a small robotic helper whirring to life and collecting her discarded clothing. Abby wasted no time bending over, her tail lifting and showing off her plump rear end, so snugly wrapped in her pastel pink underwear.

"You want this, don't you?" She teased, peeling down her panties and revealing those soft, lovely, perfectly pink folds to him. The canine waddled backward a pace or two, pressing her ass right up against the clear barrier between them.

"Y-yes, mistress!" He squeaked out, his heart pounding at the sight of her most precious place. He felt his cock twitching, his balls tensing up. Before she could tempt him more, he let out a submissive cry, his hips pounding wildly into that synthetic sleeve as he succumbed to a quick, pathetic orgasm right then and there.

Abby snickered, before turning around to admire him. Her hand wrapped around the external specimen collection jar, and she twisted it free, dipping her fingers into the cocktail and sliding them down between her thighs. "Mmhh...it's almost like we're having sex, isn't it?" The canine taunted, sliding her cum-saturated digits into her pussy. "That's your reward, for being such a good boy."

"Thank you, mistress..." Scum panted, exhausted now. Abby walked over to a drawer, producing a new jar, then slotting it back into the machine.

"Of course," she began, before reaching up, raising the speed of milking from 7 to 10. Scum immediately felt the difference, his toes curling, mouth agape in a loud whine of surprise. "I need you to produce a little more for me, though. Who knew how valuable the cum of the first Smash TV contestant would be~ I'm making a mint off of you, Scum."

She gave him a curt little wave of her hand, before heading off to bed. The otter ached all over, his eyes attempting to close, but sleep was hard to find when a fuck machine was pounding against your dick in overdrive. Tears ran down his cheeks as he recalled the sight of her pregnant belly, as well as that perfect cunt of hers. He ejaculated again, watching through tired eyes as the jar began to fill.

Fin.