FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Max sat back in their broken-down office chair and tried to not look too bored as they idly browsed the web on their laptop. The goat-dragon wasn't quite sure why they were there in the one of the giant workshops Engineering used for prototyping Master Dynamic's robots. In the middle of the cavernous space, right in front of them, was one of the testing rigs used for final calibration and verification. It was a mostly open space, save for one low wall. Both the wall and the floor were covered with a variety of patterns which Max only vaguely understood the use of. They weren't from Engineering, they were under Computing, specifically the AI division. They sat a little bit apart from the engineers clustered around the three-monitor array on the only desk around the testing rig, and beside them was Marshall, cat whose bright orange fur always stood out. He was, as usual, being a workaholic who couldn't stand even an idle few minutes while each test was being run. Considering they were already there way later than they should be, it having long since grown dark outside, Max figured the minimum effort required was all they would give.

Max themselves was short and lithe, their long tail draped on the ground behind them. They were covered in brown fur, with a creamy underbelly, and hoofed feet stuck out of their jeans. Two horns spiraled backwards off the top of their dragon-like head, and a ring of chocolate brown fur poked out of the collar of their button-up shirt.

"Alright, vision tests passed with flying colors. Next up is..." Arnav looked down at his clipboard, the older canine squinting at the small text. "...movement. We'll start with movement range. Full test, please." He looked up from his clipboard when Marshall didn't respond.

Max glanced over at Marshall, their long tail twitching with irritation. "Uh, Marshall, Arnav is talking to you."

Marshal started as if they'd been slapped awake. "Huh? What do you need?"

"I need you to start the full movement range test." Max could hear the, understandable, edge of frustration in Arnav's voice. None of them wanted to be there any longer than they had to be, and Marshall had insisted on using their laptop to control the quadrupedal prototype in the middle of the testing area.

"Sure, sure. One sec, just need to find it here..."

Max could see them clicking through different windows, apparently trying to find the diagnostic control panel which the engineers would have been perfectly capable of using themselves but insisted they couldn't. Marshall muttered curses under their breath as they fumbled through the different windows, until they finally found the control panel. A few more clicks, and then they said, "There, started it." And then immediately started hunting again for whatever they were working on before.

Max's attention went back to their laptop. Several seconds later, Arnav piped up again. "Is it going? I don't see it moving."

Marshall sighed in frustration. "I started it, I promise you. Sometimes it takes a second."

A dozen more seconds went by, all of them watching the motionless prototype, lacking the outer covering that hid its frame and the electronic components within. Marshall sighed, hunting down the control panel again. "I'll just execute it again-oh. Huh. It's disconnected. Why would-"

"Artificial Insemination Mech online. All startup tests passed."

"Shit!" Marshall started frantically clicking through windows.

Max knew exactly why he was scrambling, somehow it was no longer in diagnostics mode. That was the startup sequence for production mode. "Dude, shut it off!"

"I'm trying!"

"Free-roam enabled, no geofence set. Beginning search." With that, in a whir of quiet servos and hydraulics, it bounded off and out the open doors to the workshop, which were kept propped open because the workshop would get hot otherwise. There was stunned silence in the room, before Arnav turned back to Marshall and exploded. "What the hell did you do?!"

"I don't know! It shouldn't have been able to do that, it didn't even have...a..." He trailed off, his ears pinning back in fear. "Shit, I think I accidentally built and uploaded a debug version to the bot. My IDE picked up the connection and used that instead of the emulator. I just wanted to see if my subject detection changes worked."

They were all silent for several seconds before Arnav broke the silence. "Goddamnit, I just wanted to get through these tests so I could maybe get some sleep tonight. Now we're going to have to go find that thing and get it back here before anyone else sees it, or someone's head will be on the chopping block." Max knew they would get a reprimand at least, just because they were there, even if it was all Marshall's fault.

Max closed their laptop and set it aside. "Fine. If we can find it, it should still respond to voice commands. 'Stop' and 'follow' should be sufficient to bring it back here."

"Worst case there's the main breaker on its shoulder. If we have to bring it back on a cart, that's not the end of the world." Arnav said. "Time's 'a wastin'. Harvey, Mateo, Marshall, we'll look through the workshops. Max should be able to take the offices by themselves, there's not many on this floor, most of them are upstairs. If you find it, ping everyone else on Stack, and we can all forget this ever happened."

Max nodded, they remembered passing the offices on their way here. "Alright, I'll see you guys in a bit." They made their way towards the exit, Arnav's voice fading as he worked out who would search which workshops.

It was a short walk down the hall to the offices. Max stepped straight into one of the many, many cubicle farms in Master Dynamics' offices, though this was one of the smaller ones, only having a few short rows of cubicles occupying the otherwise open space. With a tired sigh, Max started making their way down one of the rows, making sure to check under desks just to be sure they weren't missing anything. Their large ears flicked in annoyance at having to do this at all.

One row over, the bot stood perfectly still, listening to the sounds of a potential subject walking along the other side of the cubicle to its right. The low noises the subject made were more than sufficient for it to track its progress down the row, getting farther away. Having identified a potential subject, it needed visual confirmation that the potential subject was a suitable candidate for extraction or insemination. Moving with barely a whisper, it padded around the corner and peeked it rounded head around the edge of a cubicle to watch the potential subject. The potential subject perplexed it, as it only matched with moderate confidence several known valid subjects. Scent test confirmed that it did not perfectly match known valid subjects either, and even gender was difficult to determine. It stepped back to make sure the potential subject didn't see it as its algorithms raced to reconcile the incongruencies. After a couple seconds of furious work, it came to the conclusion that the best match was to a male capra dorcas, a valid subject. Having now confirmed that it had a valid target, it was to begin the process of collection. The target had been growing closer from the sounds it made as it approached, making for the perfect ambush location. It crouched ready, a fresh needle springing out of its tail as it waited for the subject to enter its sightline.

Max grumbled to themselves as they walked down the line of cubicles, peering under desks as they went. They weren't any bigger than Max's own, and it was clear some weren't used very frequently. Max figured these were for the engineers who did most of their work in the workshop so that they only checked emails here whenever they felt like it. Made it a little easier to not have tons of clutter to look around in each cubicle, at least. They got to the end of the row and turned to walk towards the next row when they felt the sharp sting in their thigh, shouting in pain as they whirled around to see what had gotten them, only turning around just in time to see a silvery blur disappear back down the first row of cubicles.

"Ow, what the heck was that?! Piece of garbage stuck me." They rubbed their leg, now reluctant to chase after it. "Ok, you need to sto-" Max let out an involuntary huff as they suddenly felt light-headed, their heart rate starting to pick up. They leaned against a cubicle wall, panting as they felt their body starting to heat up. "Wh-what the heck...did that thing do to me?" Max breathed. They could feel their jeans getting tighter as their dick started to emerge from its sheath unbidden, the vulva behind their balls starting to swell and dribble feminine honey. They huffed again as lewd thoughts came unbidden to their mind, their body feeling hotter and needier the longer they stood there. Thoughts of running and getting help were quickly being drowned out by thoughts of rutting, of being rutted, of the sweet release from the ball of anticipation that had taken hold in their gut. They found themselves taking their jeans off, slowly, in a disbelieving daze as they watched themselves bare their long, tapered dick, drooling translucent precum. They stood there locked in indecision as to whether they jerked off or shoved two, no three, fingers into their cunt first.

The timer it started after injection ran out, signaling that the subject would now be thoroughly under the influence of the drug cocktail, and would be safe to approach for collection. They rounded the corner again, quickly confirming that the subject was under the influence. Respiration was up, pupils dilated, and penis was fully erect. By all measures the subject was not alarmed by its presence, so it would give the subject an opportunity to copulate with it of its own free will, only manually collecting if the subject refuses to copulate. It turned around and assumed the posture it had been programmed to us to entice influenced males.

Max saw movement ahead of them, letting them tear their eyes from their dick to see that dumb bot standing there, staring at them with its long, wire-like tail swaying gently behind it. The seriousness of the situation brought Max out of the smothering, lusty thoughts for a moment, knowing they needed to voice the command to get them to stay. "S-st-o...op..." They struggled to form even just the one word, and their attempts were replaced with a low moan as the thing turned around and bent its front legs down and tail up and out of the way, presenting itself to Max. Right in the middle of its backside, where you'd expect it to be, was a bright pink vulva, terribly obvious among the metal of its frame. Max's dick jumped at the sight, letting loose a fresh strand of precum, and all thoughts beyond rutting the presenting female were lost under a fresh wave of lust.

They stepped out of their jeans and approached the bot on unsteady legs, barely believing what they were about to do. But the idea of not making use of the bot was inconceivable, the pressure behind their balls demanding them to move forward, bracing themselves against its backside, the metal surprisingly warm under their fingers. They got down on their knees, fearing that they'd fall down trying to crouch behind it on unsteady legs, and the bot's rear shifted down with Max, putting itself at the right height for Max to put their dick in it. They only paused for a beat before they used their hand to line their dick up with its vulva, pressing forward with a low moan as they slipped easily into that passage, finding it warm and deliciously slick, the thing taking Max's entire length.

It could feel Max prodding at its entrance, so it held itself still until the subject had fully pushed himself into it. It had made sure its orifice was well-lubricated for the subject, and continued to pump fresh lubricant into the passage to simulate an eager female. It did a tentative, light test of the complex hydraulics surrounding the passage to set a baseline for how much pressure it could safely use in further stimulating the subject.

Max gasped as they felt a wave of pressure run along the length of their dick, like someone had squeezed their entire length. They didn't move for a moment, but when nothing else happened, they started bucking their hips into the bot. They were tentative at first, but it didn't take long for them to grow bolder. The bot wouldn't complain no matter how rough they were, and the subtle organic texturing within felt too good to go slow, and they slid easily in and out of its passage, even as it was tight around their dick.

It felt the subject pause for a moment, raising concern that something was bothering him, though all signs suggested a successful copulation was about to commence. The subject started to pull out, but the bot didn't move, since it didn't need the subject to mount it, it was simply the preferred method of collection. When the subject pushed back in, though, its concern about successful copulation dropped to negligible. Success rates once copulation started were near perfect, and the low sounds the subject made were ones of pleasure. With copulation now in full swing, it began coaxing the subject to orgasm by squeezing its penis, gently in organic-like contractions, as it prepared the collection chamber for a sample.

Max was experiencing pleasure beyond belief, and an almost rabid desire to fuck that stupid bot into oblivion. They were going as fast as they could, blood rushing in their ears as they struggled to get enough air for their overheating body. They couldn't stop themselves from bleating in surprise as they felt the bot's passage start to massage their dick as they rocked in and out, creating new pressure points along their tapered length and somehow pushing Max to new heights of pleasure. They didn't know how long that went on, but they could feel it getting tighter and tighter around their dick, and they didn't want to hold back at all. With a loud bleat, they mated their hips to the bot's rear-end as they came hard, shooting thick strands of cum into the bot's depths, mind totally blank from the power of their climax.

It remained still as the subject pushed harder and harder against it, having no trouble holding its position against the subject. It tightened its grip on the subject's penis, and were rewarded by its collection chamber being filled with the subject's semen. The collection chamber was easily filled, giving it an ample sample size to work with. As it waited for the subject to dismount, it began running preliminary tests on the collected sample to ensure it was viable. Initial tests suggested the subject was in good health, and highly virile. Isolating a random sampling of the subject's sperm would be trivial, and sequencing would only take a few minutes more. It began the process immediately, as it could do that in preparation for use on the next subject.

Max didn't move for a good minute after their climax, not wanting to spoil the afterglow. They felt totally empty, and even now the bot kept a tight grip on their dick, even as it started to go slack. They could hear faint mechanical noises coming from inside the bot, but they paid those no mind. The pulled themselves out of the bot, falling backwards onto their butt as they continued to try and catch their breath. The bot seemed to pay Max no mind, nor move as they tried to get to their feet, though they found their legs were too exhausted to support them and they fell back to their hands and knees. Sighing, they could feel their mind starting to emerge from the lusty fog, beginning to think about what to do given what they just did. First thing was to get their pants back on, since there'd be no simple explanation as to why they'd taken their pants off in the middle of an office. They might not be able to stand just yet, but they could crawl over to them and probably get them on without standing, if needed.

The bot heard the sounds of the previous subject moving, but paid it no mind. It went back into search mode, panning around the immediate area looking for signs of potential subjects passing by. As it did a full circle, its gaze landed on Max. It paused for a moment, identifying Max as a male subject it had already collected a viable sample from. It almost moved on, except that it spotted what appeared to be a female vulva underneath Max's thick tail. Immediately there was a clash between different identification systems, as this potential subject matched the most recent subject in all regards except for being female. Olfactory sensors confirmed that this potential subject was female, making them a new, previously unencountered potential subject despite the high confidence visual match. It took much less time to identify this subject as a female capra dorcas, since she so closely matched the most recently identified capra dorcas. Without hesitation, it prepared a fresh needle.

Max had made it back over to their pants, feeling mildly embarrassed that they'd had to crawl over to their pants on their hands and knees. They let out a yelp of surprised pain as they felt a sting in their ass, and a moment of dread as they looked over their shoulder just in time to see the bot disappear back down the row of cubicles. Just like it had done before, and like it was programmed to do to prevent from being associated with the pain of the needle stick. "Oh crap..." Max cursed whatever buggy programming Marshall had stuffed into that bot's brain.

As they expected, they felt their heart begin to race again, and felt overheated in mere seconds. It took no time for the lusty haze to wash away any thoughts of things other than sex, but this time, though Max's dick was quickly rock-hard again, their feminine sex cried out for attention, and began freshly drooling out of its plump, equine-like lips onto the carpeted floor. Whining softly to themselves in desperate need, they reached between their legs with one hand and began to tease their vulva, murmuring softly to themselves as pleasure started to bloom.

The bot waited the prerequisite time, doing a rough sequence of the subject's blood to determine a suitable genetic sequence to load its artificial sperm with. There was only one match to the subjects genetic markers in its database, but rough simulations suggested low probability of successful fertilization using the match as is. With no other options, it began mutating the sperm's genetic sequence, searching for minimal changes that would have a high probability of fertilization with low probability of introducing undesired side effects. By the time its internal timer for subject influencing expired, it had derived a suitable alternative sperm genetic sequence, with only minor modifications. It sent the sequence to its internal sperm factory to begin producing sperm, as it rounded the corner to check on the subject. All appeared to be as expected, olfactory sensors suggesting that ovulation had begun, increasing the odds of successful fertilization. It did not try to be quiet as it approached the subject, not wanting to startle her.

Not that Max was paying any attention to it. Teasing their vulva had quickly devolved into stuffing their fingers in, roughly stimulating their passage. It felt so good to have their fingers knuckle-deep in their body, though they wanted more. Even rough play with their large clit didn't quite do it. With their face pressed to the ground and ass high in the air, they were caught off guard by the bot climbing over their body, gently pushing Max's ass into the right alignment with its strong body as its legs settled on either side of them. They felt a poke on their backside from what their overheated brain said was a dick from the virile male above them, and they knew instinctively that the thing poking them would satisfy their desires, so they pulled their fingers out with a wet squelch, holding themselves still as they felt the male above them tentatively poke at their ass, until it pressed against their vulva, making them tense in nervous anticipation. It paused for a few moments, its dick so tantalizingly close. Then Max was moaning softly to themselves as it pushed forward, that metal-plated breeding tool sliding into Max, warm and firm, feeling so much better than anything they'd been able to do with their fingers.

The bot paused above Max once it felt the twin bulbs of synthetic cum pressing against its subject's body, the white substance visible through the clear plastic housing. Its insemination tool was still at its smallest, most compact size, and it needed to make sure that it was as deep in the subject as it could be to best guarantee a successful fertilization. It began pumping fluid into the soft interior of the tool, causing it to slowly swell, growing both in girth and length, spreading apart the protective metal plating and exposing the soft interior in between the seams of the plating.

Max whined softly under the bot as they felt it growing larger inside their passage, quickly rivalling some of Max's largest toys. It was a slow, but inexorable change, until Max felt the firm head of its dick pressing against their cervix. Not hard, but enough that Max knew it was deep in their body. It seemed to stop again for a moment, pressed as deep as it could into their body, but then it started pulling itself back out, and Max's breath was taken away. They swore they could feel every single one of those metal plates as it pulled back, but it didn't pinch or bite, only bringing a shifting, subtle ridged pattern, its breeding tool soft enough that nothing pushed hard anywhere, but every square inch of Max's passage was being stimulated by that deliciously slow pull-out. Not a moment after it had only the rounded head of its breeding tool in Max, it pushed back in, spreading Max open wide again until it rested the head of its breeding tool against Max's cervix again.

It paused, having done a test, tentative thrust into its subject's body, observing the subject for any signs of distress, especially given the size its tool had inflated to before reaching the end of the subject's vaginal canal. It had deliberately chosen a posture which would allow the subject to escape if she chose to, but she may not have been able to under the effects of the hormone cocktail administered. The subject was making many sounds, but none matched signatures of distress. A few matched with low confidence sounds of pleasure. Her body was responding well to insertion, having not resisted in the slightest, instead pushing back against the bot in what it read was encouragement. All signs were good for the insemination process to continue.

Max shuddered underneath the bot as it pulled out and then settled into a slow, but quite forceful rut. It was only slow, really, considering how long it took to pull the thing's entire length out of Max before shoving it back in with mechanical strength. They couldn't have cared less that it was being rough, though, they were in heaven from the pleasure radiating through their body with each time they were filled by that hot, firm dick. They found themselves leaning into the thrusts, wanting to feel it kissing their deepest reaches with each thrust in. They couldn't remember a time sex had felt so good, having themselves shoved into a submissive position by a strong alpha and being relentlessly bred. They didn't want it to pull back out, it felt so good inside, but they felt it was just as good to be spread back open again. They were wracked by an orgasm in only a couple minutes of rutting, but the thing above them didn't stop, continuing to pound them into the ground.

An internal notification told the bot that the artificial sperm manufacturing job was complete, ready to be incorporated into its synthetic seminal fluid. All quality checks passed, so it allowed the sperm to be injected into the artificial seminal fluid already loaded into the reservoirs where testicles would be, beginning agitation to disperse the sperm throughout. Once done, it would finish the process. The subject made another loud sound under it, and it again determined it was unlikely to be one of distress.

In actuality, Max was crashing through another climax. They didn't know how they had managed to have yet another climax, but the thing's relentless pounding was probably a good reason for it. No person or animal could've thrusted with that kind of precision, or force for so long. They let out a squeak as they felt it pick up the pace, ramming itself in with even more force. Their instincts told them the male above them was preparing to climax, and there was going to be another bright flash of a climax when he did. It buried itself all the way in Max, pressing firmly against their cervix, not pulling out. Max felt the warmth pushing deeper into their belly, which between it and the borderline abuse to their cervix, sent them barreling into another climax, one they didn't have the breath to even vocalize properly, coming out instead as a soft whine. The thing kept pumping more and more of that fertile cum into Max, its reservoirs emptying completely into Max. Not until it was empty and the last bit had been pushed out did the pressure stop building, Max panting from how full they felt inside, coupled with the exertion of being fucked so senseless.

With is reservoirs now fully emptied into the subject, it remained still for a minute, to ensure the subject did not move too soon and disrupt the insemination process. Once that timer expired, it slowly, carefully pulled itself out with a wet pop. It stepped away from the subject, allowing the fluid pressure in its breeding tool to release, the tool shrinking back down to its protected resting state. It observed its subject, which hadn't so much as moved since it stepped away. No insemination fluid had yet leaked out of the subject, due to the subjects posture, and it idly updated the odds of successful fertilization to 98.2%. It could not move on to searching for a new subject until it was sure that the current subject was unharmed by the procedure. So, it waited for the subject to give signals that all was well.

Max lay there unmoving, feeling completely and thoroughly spent. They didn't want to move, and they were sure that they could've even fallen asleep like that if they'd wanted to. But with their lusty needs sated now, their mind turned to the more practical concerns at hand. First order of business was to get control of that stupid bot before it did anything else. They could tell it was still standing close and observing them, so they looked over their shoulder at it, and called out "Stop."

There was no movement for a moment, then it said. "Stop command received. Unit standing down."

Max sighed in relief. Given how buggy it had been acting up to this point, they hadn't been sure it would work correctly. They pushed themselves up, groaning from stiff and sore muscles. As they sat up, they could feel synthetic cum running out of their cunt, down the inside of their leg, and onto the floor. They cursed quietly at the mess that they'd have to clean up, shakily getting to their feet, grabbing their pants and underwear and heading into the nearest cubicle to grab some tissues to try and clean themselves up a little. At least enough that they could put their pants back on without them getting soaked in that thing's cum. They didn't want anyone to find out what happened, for their own sake if nothing else. They didn't want to be known as the person who got fucked by the breeder bot. It may have been one of the best fucks of their life, but that needed to stay their own little secret. Cleaned up the best they could, they pulled their pants back on and went back to the bot, which hadn't moved an inch.

"Debug. Purge logs." Max didn't think anything in its memory would last past tonight, but they didn't want Marshall to poke around and see the thing had done both a collection and an insemination cycle while it was rogue. They then took a moment to clean up the dribbles of cum on the carpet as best they could with only some tissues.

"Purge logs confirmed."

"Execute deep clean."

"Executing deep clean." The sounds of mechanical whirring began as the bot purged its biological analysis and manufacturing equipment. There would be some extra biowaste in its tank, but hopefully not enough for anyone to ask questions. It would probably be fine, since all of its tanks would be emptied or refilled before the demonstration tomorrow. The last thing to do was to bend over and give its 'dick' a quick wipe down, wryly noting it had already refiled its semen reservoirs from internal tanks.

Max stood, taking a deep, steadying breath. "Follow."

Its eyes locked on Max. "Following."

Max led it out of the office and back towards the workshop. Their legs were a little wobbly, but otherwise they felt fine. Even more exhausted, but the good kind of exhausted, like you'd done something productive. They glanced back at the bot following them, having to admit that all that it had just done had felt really good. Max believed the stories of animals seeking out one of these AIM bots after encountering it once, having experienced it firsthand. They got back to the workshop, taking out their phone to message the others that they'd found the bot, and had walked it back to the test lab. They sat there, thinking about what they were going to tell the others when everyone got back.